Chapter 365: Iron Pass Majestic City, Great Ming's Remaining Wind

Because they were going to the Guzu Kingdom, Qian Chen brought You San and Hu Wu Liu along the way.

Several people flew from the mountain path behind the Desolate Market, penetrating dozens of miles deep. Along the way, there were canyons and gullies, and strands of mist permeated the canyons, continuous like clouds, unfathomable.

As they traveled hundreds of miles up the canyon, the thick fog gradually became dense. By the middle of the canyon, it reached the point where one could not see one's fingers.

Qian Chen knew this was caused by a formation, and even this formation seemed slightly shallow in his eyes.

Zen Master Master Fa Xin drilled into the thick fog, turning left and right, and climbed onto a mountain cliff. The front of the cliff seemed to have been chopped off by a sharp axe, and it was a bottomless abyss. Arriving at the cliff edge, Master Fa Xin cast a series of Dharma formulas into the thick fog.

Only to see the clouds and mist above the abyss rolling like receding waves, quickly retreating, revealing a majestic pass guarding the canyon. The majestic pass was iron-colored, like a mountain range cutting across the canyon, and in front of the pass was a bottomless abyss.

On the thousand-blade pass wall, dense spiritual light seals flickered. Although every inch of the pass wall was covered with seal spiritual light and was indestructible, one could still see the mottled scars upon it.

Many cultivators were guarding the city wall, and several types of divine thunder magic tools with great power were hidden behind the pass wall.

There was even poisonous miasma fog, condensed into gorgeous clouds, floating above the abyss.

These clouds gathered into a bridge, reflecting nine-colored brilliance, one end resting on the mountain cliff and the other on the city gate.

Zen Master Master Fa Xin stepped onto the cloud bridge and turned back to Qian Chen and the others, saying: "The Guzu Kingdom is covered by the mountain-protecting formation, and one can only enter after passing through this pass. This pass is also known as the Iron Pass, built by our human race's Hundred Sect Alliance with all its foundation. It has resisted seven attacks by the demon race and protected the last piece of pure land of the human race."

Qian Chen slightly used his eye power to illuminate the seals hidden in the Iron Pass, nodded secretly, and said in his mouth: "It is indeed a majestic pass!"

Si Qingcheng looked around and said carelessly: "These poisonous fog clouds can deal with ordinary demons, but if it's at the level of the Five Great Demon Kings, they would basically be swallowed in one bite!"

Master Fa Xin smiled slightly and did not explain.

In the seven demon-resisting battles, how many times did the Five Great Demon Kings take action? If a demon king took action every time, the human race would have long been unable to hold on.

A white light flashed in front of the pass, and a red cloud like a raging fire rose. The sound of golden bells and jade chimes came from the clouds.

A young cultivator stood in the clouds, looking down at the pass, and gave instructions to the two old Daoist priests of the Penetrating Law realm beside him. The two old Daoists then descended from the clouds and stood on the cloud bridge waiting for Master Fa Xin and the others to come over.

These people were obviously all cultivators guarding the pass, but Qian Chen saw clearly that the young cultivator on the pass was only of Penetrating Law cultivation. Guarding such an important pass, his attitude was also too frivolous.

The two verified Master Fa Xin's talisman plate and also had to verify the pass documents of Qian Chen and the others.

Master Fa Xin hurriedly said: "These few are fellow Daoists who came to assist from outside the pass. The Five Great Ghost Messengers under the White Bone Demon King came out in full force, wanting to slaughter the Desolate Market and achieve a human ghost realm, using ghost soldiers to borrow the path to attack Guzu. It was all thanks to the help of these few fellow Daoists that this tribulation was resolved, and they even beheaded..."

That old Daoist impatiently interrupted him: "Zen Master Master Fa Xin, stop saying so much! We have our duties, and the survival of Guzu depends entirely on this pass. What Desolate Market, what chaotic city, I don't know how many demon race spies have mixed in."

"Even if you praise them to the sky, without a pass talisman, you must ask the Garrison True Person before you can enter the pass!"

Another short, fat old man with a ruddy complexion also said: "The Desolate Market is just a place where refugees gather. Even ten thousand Desolate Markets are not as important as the Iron Pass."

"Master Fa Xin, you received the message and hurriedly left the pass, and brought back a few people without identities. Do you know that after the exposure of the Wise Zhi Zhi Lang Wang's puppets the day before yesterday, the country is strictly investigating spies."

"Like this... I will lift a hand, you go into the pass yourself to report to the Garrison True Person, and let them wait on the bridge. If you can get the talisman, I will naturally let them pass. If the Garrison True Person doesn't speak, don't make it difficult for us!"

Yan Shu was angered by their indifferent tone and sneered.

He focused his spirit and looked at the clouds in the sky, coldly saying: "That fire cloud is transformed by the Capital Heavenly Raging Fire Dharma Seal of this pass, right!"

"The Capital Heavenly Raging Fire values firewood the most. Releasing this fire cloud is enough to consume one-hundredth of the accumulation of the seal for a day. Just for the sake of a show, you arbitrarily move the seal. With such behavior, you still have the face to keep talking about your duties?"

The young cultivator in the sky seemed to have heard the words below, his face sank, and he waved his sleeves to collect the fire clouds and fell into the pass.

The two old Daoists changed their expressions, put away the flesh-and-blood smiles on their faces, looked at Yan Shu expressionlessly, and said: "Even if you say flowers, whether you can enter this pass is still up to us..."

Qian Chen's eyes were opened wide by what he saw on the side. This bureaucratic style of the country being about to perish, with disaster imminent, yet still not changing color, really had a bit of the appearance of the Great Ming's remaining wind.

And Master Fa Xin was also a great monk of the *Sharira* realm, being ordered around by two cultivators who were only of the middle stream of Penetrating Law. How strange it looked!

Although there were more than a dozen Golden Core cultivators sitting in this pass, and a Yin Spirit Venerable, with thirty *zhang* of cyan Qi on his head, Qian Chen had killed more Golden Core Yin Spirits in the battle of the Desolate Market alone than in this pass.

This Iron Pass couldn't stop the Kong Que Great Bright King, could it stop him?

Qian Chen was no longer surprised by this bureaucratic style. These two could barely be said to be following their duties, and Qian Chen did not want to calculate anything with them.

Yan Shu also just sneered: "If it weren't for Yan slaying those five ghost messengers and cutting off the White Bone Demon King's human ghost realm and the supernatural power of ghost soldiers borrowing the path, ten of your Iron City Passes would have been destroyed by it! Where would it be your turn to talk nonsense with me here..."

He took a head out of the sword bag at his waist and threw it into the arms of the short, fat old Daoist. The beauty's head, still with bright colors, was frozen in black ice, and the terror of the Taiyin Extinction Divine Light still remained on her face.

The ghost *Sha* Qi remaining on the severed head made the old Daoist's hands and feet go limp, almost unable to hold the head.

This was clearly the beauty's head of the Pipa Ghost Messenger...

Yan Shu waved his hand and said: "Take it to your Garrison True Person to see, if he recognizes who this is. Then let us in quickly!"

The two old Daoists fled in panic.

Master Fa Xin revealed a bitter smile and apologized to Yan Shu and Qian Chen repeatedly. Qian Chen couldn't help but ask: "Zen Master, the Kong Que Great Bright King is about to attack, why are these people not anxious at all?"

Master Fa Xin just revealed a bitter expression. You San, however, had been watching coldly from the side. At this time, he said a word instead: "Many junior cultivators of the Golden Core True Persons in the pass have probably never seen a few demon beasts from childhood! Yet they can hold high positions..."

"If it weren't for the predecessors who were struggling before the great tribulation, and us wind-catchers who were adventuring and investigating outside the pass. How many people would know the true terror of the demon race?"

Not long after, someone came out and respectfully welcomed Qian Chen and the others in.

Inside the Iron Pass, there were many low-rank cultivators coming and going. These people, like You San, either relied on a Dharma spell to barely break through to Penetrating Law, or simply had Qi Refinement cultivation, and did not show the slightest neglect. Some were repairing the seals, others were practicing Dharma spells, and some were even using the flesh and remains of demons to refine various Dharma spells and magic tools.

Along the way, Qian Chen saw many people using forbidden arts, sacrificing lifespan and potential as the price to practice Dharma spells and improve magic power.

The snatched spiritual grain, carrying the clear Qi of grass and trees, was transported into the warehouses everywhere in the pass.

On the way, they saw many cultivators practicing demon Dao arts.

But even Yan Shu, when his spiritual sense swept into the military tent and saw a thin, small cultivator with weak essence and even insufficient foundation. He was still in the posture of a youth, holding a bowl of spiritual grain porridge, taking a small sip, and then running his true Qi, using a method that could be called exploitation to strengthen a mouthful of true Qi.

Yan Shu then fell silent and said nothing more.

You San looked at the spiritual grain with green stubble, his lower lip trembled twice, and his body trembled slightly.

This naturally could not escape the spiritual sense of Qian Chen and the others. Qian Chen turned his head and saw You San's expression was wooden, with a hint of crying, saying: "Cyan Wood Drawing Life Formula!"

Zen Master Master Fa Xin sighed silently and bowed his head to chant scriptures.

Hu Wu Liu looked up and said blankly: "Raising one grain and withering a hundred grains, if these spiritual grains really all used the Cyan Wood Drawing Life Formula. Wouldn't this year's harvest in the country all be cut off?"

"Our food is already insufficient, how many people will starve to death like this?"

Qian Chen had long seen that, calculated by the number of cultivators in the Iron Pass, it had far exceeded the limit that a spiritual mountain blessed land could supply. Excluding these cultivators themselves, who practiced side-door and even demon Dao methods that required the least resources, the pressure of the remaining resources was still not small.

"In order to prepare for war, the Guzu Kingdom seems to have disregarded the consequences!" Qian Chen sighed.

Yan Shu also sighed: "Under the great tribulation, nowhere is a pure land!"

Several people were led into the discussion hall. At this time, nearly half of the more than a dozen Golden Core True Persons in the pass had come. That Yin Spirit Venerable did not come, perhaps feeling that a mere ghost messenger was not worth his appearance.

When Qian Chen and the others stepped into the hall, they saw a Golden Core True Person with a goat beard, like a pervert, playing with that beauty's head.

While playing, he also clicked his tongue in wonder: "It really is that Pipa Ghost Messenger!"

"This ghost woman, even the old Daoist would turn and flee when seeing her. Master Fa Xin, this guy, went out for a trip and actually brought her head back!"

"And last night, there was indeed a big movement in the direction of the Desolate Market, especially the light in the middle of the night. The old Daoist watched from the pass and felt a sense of trembling. This human ghost realm, the saying of ghost soldiers borrowing the path, may really not be false!"

Someone said coldly: "The demon race has been raging for three hundred years, and how many sects have been destroyed. The remaining inheritance of the human race is only us. Where would a few Golden Core True Persons who have never been heard of jump out inexplicably and kill the ghost messenger of the White Bone Demon King?"

"And the White Bone Demon King and the Wise Zhi Zhi Lang Wang both hope that Guzu can continue to exist to contain the Kong Que Great Bright King. The death of the Wise Zhi Zhi Lang Wang, in my opinion, is the work of the Kong Que King. These people killed the ghost messenger, and it is not necessarily that they do not have the intention of causing a conflict between the White Bone Demon King and our Guzu Kingdom. Perhaps they are spies sent by the Kong Que Demon King!"

A Golden Core cultivator with long, thin eyebrows drooping over his neck sneered.

"The demon race is powerful, and acting rashly will only make the Guzu Kingdom more dangerous. To contain the Kong Que Demon King, one can only start from within the demon race. Originally, the plan of using the Wise Zhi Zhi Lang Wang, the White Bone King, and the Black Ox King to contain the Kong Que King, and the Spirit King sitting in Guzu, has been stable for three hundred years, which allowed our human race to survive under the encirclement of demons."

A middle-aged True Person dressed in gorgeous clothes, with fur woven from spiritual silkworm silk, which was even finer than what Qian Chen had seen in the Wuling Market in the Central Lands, said a few words, took another sip of the tea overflowing with spiritual Qi, and then said faintly.

"The Desolate Market is a chess piece that our human race has abandoned to paralyze the demon race. Now, for the sake of a chess piece, we are risking the danger of angering the White Bone Demon King. Master Fa Xin's actions are extremely stupid and must be severely punished!"

Qian Chen looked over from below the hall and saw the young cultivator he had seen not long ago standing behind this person, serving as a junior.

Yan Shu beside him showed a sneer, and Ning Qingchen also transmitted his voice to Qian Chen: "Senior Brother, I now know why you never counted on the Guzu Kingdom for help when dealing with the Five Great Demon Kings!"

Qian Chen said calmly: "See the *Ci-Tie* Demon King first, then decide whether to act on our own!" ===== CHAPTER 366 =====