Chapter 257: Hiding people in the cave, looks familiar! Shen Monkey Yuan Wang Lingguan

Ling, is Zhang Lingzong's Ling.

Ling, is Li Li Linglong's Ling.

That heart, as if carved by a knife, was split into patterns by supreme finger strength. Within the traces, there was mystery, like the Great Night Does Not Brighten, like light forever residing, looking exactly like that most ferocious method in the world...

God-Demon Sacred Fetus!!!

"The place where Ren Xiao went into seclusion... the place where Ren Xiao went into seclusion..."

"What kind of seclusion is this?" Zhang Fan curled his lips, and murmurs arose in his heart. Looking at that eye-catching heart, he could not help but raise a strange and special idea.

"I wouldn't have been conceived here, would I!?"

Thoughts, once they arise, are difficult to suppress.

This is the inner demon of ordinary people, and it is also a taboo for Daoist practitioners.

"Brother Daoist Zhang..."

Just at this moment, a light call from Qin Ming pulled Zhang Fan's messy and flying thoughts back.

"How is the strange treasure I just obtained?" Qin Ming laughed lightly, shaking the 【Great Fierce Fangs】 in his hand.

From ancient times to the present, all those bred by heaven and earth, refined by mountains and seas, must seize the mystery of creation, steal the essence of the sun and moon, take the spiritual essence of dragon veins, and rotate through the years, only then can they produce four categories, which are 【Great Medicine】, 【Strange Treasure】, 【Strange Treasure】, and 【Spiritual Fetus】.

Among them, the spiritual fetus is the rarest and most precious.

Just like the stone fetus that came out of General Mountain not long ago, it had not yet taken shape, but it attracted the peeping of all parties, and the tribulation was heavy.

Therefore, the spiritual fetus category has the greatest creation, and the tribulation is also the greatest, almost difficult to descend into the world, but once it comes into the world, it must be earth-shattering and far-reaching.

If compared with storytelling, Sun Sun Wukong in Journey to the West is a heaven-born spiritual fetus. Born into the human world, he had that heaven-equal power and the respect of a Buddha.

Of course, the heaven-born spiritual fetus in reality may not have such ability and achievement, but compared to ordinary human Daoist practitioners, it is too terrifying.

In history, such strange kinds have also appeared, but they are only rumors, and no one has seen them with their own eyes.

This kind of heaven-born spiritual fetus is even rarer and rarer than experts in the Pure Yang Limitless realm.

The second category is strange treasures.

Bred by heaven and earth, refined by mountains and seas, it is not at all weaker than magic treasures refined by humans, and even has more mystery, and saves the effort of a hundred years of incense offering and refining.

Just like the 【Great Fierce Fangs】 obtained by Qin Ming, in terms of momentum and power, it is not at all weaker than that Illumination Mirror. One must know that the latter is a 【Green Feather magic treasure】 of Qiyun Mountain that has been offered and refined for more than three hundred years.

The most critical thing is that any heaven-born strange treasure, in the place of its birth, can rely on the right time and place to obtain extraordinary blessings.

At this moment, Qin Ming, holding the 【Great Fierce Fangs】, in the dark, his aura seemed to be connected and merged with the Fangs Hill beneath his feet, taking root on the ground, the momentum vast, looking much sharper and more majestic than when he entered the mountain.

As Fang Fang Changle said, Qin Ming obtained this strange treasure, and even his temperament will be influenced, subtly, gradually becoming a great fierce trend, and the Qin family's luck will also rise with the tide.

At this time, Qin Ming held the great fierce fangs and had the Illumination Mirror on his body, high-spirited, naturally even more fearless.

"Has the Daoist friend never heard of the saying 【Tribulation follows luck】?" Zhang Fan said indifferently.

From ancient times, fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and tribulation and luck follow each other.

Just like before, Zhang Wang said he calculated the lottery and won twenty thousand yuan, but he

From this, it can be seen that under great fortune, there must be great calamity; to be arrogant in success is to invite disaster.

Precisely because of this, those who cultivate the Dao must see the harm in every benefit and know the calamity in every fortune.

"Calamity follows fortune?" Qin Ming sneered. His gaze swept across, looking at the corpses covering the ground and the blood flowing wantonly.

"My Qin family has lost so many people; shouldn't we enjoy this great fortune? What kind of great calamity could there possibly be?"

Obtaining this Great Ferocious Fang was not easy; the Qin family almost filled the gap with human lives. Although he did not see the process, the corpses covering the ground alone were enough to show the tragedy that had just occurred.

Of course, one can also see from this that while Qin Ming appears broad-minded and highly intelligent, he is actually a cold-blooded, ungrateful, and callous person. Even if they are of the same clan and kin, these lives are merely expendable materials in his eyes that can be sacrificed at any time.

"They naturally did not die in vain. With this exotic treasure, the rise of my Qin family is unstoppable. We will surely restore the glory of our ancestors. Beneath the Nine Springs, they will have the face to meet our ancestors."

Qin Ming spoke in a low, solemn voice, every word righteous and awe-inspiring.

Qin Wangdu sat to the side without saying a word, but the look he gave Qin Ming was filled with admiration. He was quite satisfied with this son.

"This father and son..." Zhang Fan's gaze darkened slightly. Before he could speak, his sleeve was tugged by Fang Fang Changle beside him.

Zhang Fan turned his head and saw Yuan Wang Lingguan searching for them, followed by Song Song Yunqi and Ji Ji Huanshan.

"Alright, now we're back to the starting point again," Fang Fang Changle said indifferently.

After going around in circles, they had gathered with the Qin family group again. Although the Qin family had lost more than half their men, those small fries were never in the eyes of Zhang Fan and Fang Fang Changle to begin with.

The one they were most wary of was naturally Yuan Wang Lingguan, who possessed the Zhai Shou Realm. Besides him, Qin Ming, Song Song Yunqi, and Ji Ji Huanshan were also experts of the Great Being Realm.

Qin Wangdu, as the head of the Qin family, also possessed High Merit cultivation.

With such a group gathered together, they were surrounded by strong enemies.

"There is still a difference..." Zhang Fan said in a low voice.

"Where?" Fang Fang Changle's eyes lit up.

"Didn't you see that Qin Ming also obtained an exotic treasure?"

"..."

"Are you fucking kidding me? This is even worse than returning to the starting point," Fang Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"Uncle-Master..."

Just at this moment, Qin Ming called out. Without changing his expression, he hid the 【Great Ferocious Fang】 into his pocket.

Such a naturally occurring exotic treasure would make even an expert of the Zhai Shou Realm feel tempted.

Although with so many people present, Yuan Wang Lingguan, as an elder of Qiyun Mountain, could not possibly harbor ulterior motives toward a junior.

But Qin Ming was naturally cautious and suspicious, so he would naturally not expose such a treasure before an expert stronger than himself.

"Little Qin, you didn't make this trip in vain. You really did reap quite a few benefits. An ordinary person meeting you would really have to kneel down."

Yuan Wang Lingguan only glanced at him before muttering.

It must be said that this expert from Qiyun Mountain truly had a sharp eye. With just one look, he could see that Qin Ming had obtained a tremendous stroke of fortune, a fortune so great that even he could not ignore it.

"Uncle-Master, you flatter me. What is my meager skill worth in front of you?"

Qin Ming's gaze darkened slightly. He hid the cold light that had just flashed in his eyes without changing his expression, then smiled lightly.

"Uncle-Master, this should be the place where the previous generation's Ren Xiao went into seclusion."

Qin Ming pointed, his gaze falling on the stone wall that looked like a dead end. "Those who can break the wall after deep meditation are all of the superior Daoist school."

Yuan Wang Lingguan glanced at it. This place was a sheer cliff, a dead end on three sides, with only one wall in front.

The Daoist art of cultivating breath and thought is to abandon the mortal world and practice profound techniques. When the Ten Directions Demon Calamity strikes, only by breaking the wall with deep cultivation can one rank among the top tier and become the orthodox Uncle Xuan Sect.

Yuan Wang Lingguan was thoughtful. He slowly walked to the cliff face. His fingertips lightly brushed across it, actually emitting a screeching sound like metal grinding, making the hair on one's body stand up.

It was at this moment that cracks appeared on the cliff face, spreading outward along Yuan Wang Lingguan's fingertips like spiderwebs.

"Cracking stone into patterns!"

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow. The cliff in front of him was not ordinary; it weighed at least ten thousand tons and was sealed by the Great Ferocious Fang. Even with Daoist arts, leaving a mark on it was by no means easy.

Yet Yuan Wang Lingguan was understated, merely brushing it with his flesh and blood, and he was able to crack the stone into patterns and open the mountain to ask the way.

Such deep cultivation was simply terrifyingly unimaginable. If that finger strength were to land on a person, I'm afraid...

"As expected of an expert from Qiyun Mountain!"

At this moment, Song Song Yunqi and Ji Ji Huanshan looked at each other, also realizing the power of this inconspicuous move.

【No content in source】

"It really is this place..."

Yuan Wang Lingguan slowly withdrew his hand but made no further moves. He looked up at the huge cliff in front of him, lost in thought.

At this moment, a subtle fluctuation actually seeped out from the cracks, weak to the extreme, and tiny to the extreme.

Such a fluctuation, even experts like Song Song Yunqi and Ji Ji Huanshan, who had awakened Heaven-Sent Divine Abilities, had not perceived.

Only Qin Ming, having just obtained the 【Great Ferocious Fang】, whose aura was one with the Fang Mountain beneath his feet, had actually detected this anomaly.

"In here... there is someone!?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan's Soul-Aspect also captured that imperceptible fluctuation. In a trance, his gaze narrowed into a line, and he actually saw the scene inside through the cracks in the cliff.

In that space, which could only accommodate one person, there seemed to be a figure sitting cross-legged, bathed in heavenly light, with a chaotic aura, as if surrounded by layers of demonic shadows and calamities.

"Are you kidding me? How could there be someone in here?" Zhang Fan's eyes shone with strange light; he simply couldn't believe it.

The place where the previous generation's Ren Xiao went into seclusion had been abandoned for twenty years, and it had even been ten years since his mother passed away. How could anyone be inside such a place, and who could have found it?

"This person..."

Suspicion arose in Zhang Fan's heart, like a surging wave. What surprised him most was not that there was someone inside, but that the aura of this figure seemed extremely familiar.

"An acquaintance!? That's even less likely..." Zhang Fan's expression changed repeatedly.

"Daoist Brother Yuan, since we have already found the place where that demoness went into seclusion years ago, please open it."

At this time, Qin Wangdu stood up and walked to Yuan Wang Lingguan, his tired face showing information that could not be concealed.

Why did so many people in the Qin family die? Wasn't it just to find this place?

Now that they had found it, all losses could be made up for, and their bet could be considered correct.

If they could find clues about Ren Xiao inside, they could use the power of the Dao Alliance to eradicate Ren Xiao of the Wu Wei Sect, and even the Thirteen Zodiacs, and it might not be impossible to flatten the Wu Wei Sect in this lifetime.

In such a tremendous achievement, the Qin family was destined to have a place.

Thinking of this, Qin Wangdu's aged body couldn't help but stir, and his high-oil, high-fat blood boiled.

"Brother Qin is right. It is time to act."

Yuan Wang Lingguan turned around. He slowly raised his hand and, caught off guard, pierced through Qin Wangdu's chest. A scarlet heart was grasped in Yuan Wang Lingguan's hand, visible through his back.

"A heart boiling with hot blood, not as strong as it looks on the surface. Piercing it lightly is like strolling down the street. Can a body that has lost its soul continue to shine? Yo..." Yuan Wang Lingguan let out a long howl, filled with irrepressible excitement.

Everyone's expression changed abruptly; they simply couldn't believe the scene unfolding before them.

The turn of events came too quickly. No one expected that an expert from Qiyun Mountain, a powerhouse of the Zhai Shou Realm, would suddenly attack and directly cripple Qin Wangdu.

"You..."

Qin Wangdu clutched his chest, his eyes wide, staring fixedly at Yuan Wang Lingguan. He wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Father..." Qin Ming let out a violent shout.

"Where do you still have a father? Look down and your heart is gone. You'd better prepare more tissues for the funeral!" Yuan Wang Lingguan chuckled, his five fingers interlaced, and he violently crushed the still-beating heart.

Immediately after, he flicked his arm, and blood splattered across the sky. The dignified head of the Qin family was thrown away like an old dog, smashing heavily against the cliff.

"Senior Yuan, why? Why would you do this!?"

Just at this moment, Song Song Yunqi let out a violent shout, seemingly unable to recover from the shock just now.

At this time, no one dared to act rashly, including Qin Ming. His father had been crippled in front of him; if it were anyone else, he would have long since dismembered them, ground their bones to dust, and even wiped out their entire family.

Unfortunately, standing before him now was a genuine Zhai Shou powerhouse.

Even he did not dare to attack casually.

"Little brat, as expected of the stuff cultivated by the Divine Ability Association. You're really calm. Did you think I didn't know you were secretly reporting to the outside?"

Yuan Wang Lingguan grinned, looking at Song Song Yunqi's shameful little actions as if he were looking at a clown.

"Heaven-Sent Divine Ability, what a stroke of fortune. If the Lord of Jianggong were here, he would surely cherish you well."

Yuan Wang Lingguan shook his head: "Unfortunately, I am not him. No matter what kind of reinforcements you bring, you will all die before they arrive."

As he spoke, Yuan Wang Lingguan's gaze turned to Qin Ming.

"Little Qin, you're quite clever. You obtained the Great Ferocious Fang and seized the essence of this mountain. Did you think I didn't know?"

Yuan Wang Lingguan sneered: "Cleverness is mistaken for cleverness. This naturally occurring exotic treasure is not so easy to take."

As he spoke, Yuan Wang Lingguan's gaze grew colder, and he walked directly toward Qin Ming, intending to make him the first to be slaughtered.

"I want to know why." Qin Ming gritted his teeth.

He knew very well that in front of this Uncle-Master, no matter how capable he was, he had only one dead end. After High Merit, the gap between every realm was like a chasm.

Above the Nine Levels of Yuan Guang is the Zhai Shou Realm.

Between the two, there is a difference of one hundred and eight thousand miles.

"It wouldn't hurt to tell you..." Yuan Wang Lingguan grinned coldly.

"Besides being your Uncle-Master, I have another identity..."

"What?" Qin Ming said in a deep voice.

"This poor Daoist is Shen Hou, Yuan Wang Lingguan!!!"

Golden light flickered in Yuan Wang Lingguan's eyes. He took a step forward and arrived in front of Qin Ming, his large hand falling directly onto the latter's crown.

(End of chapter)