Hidden God - Chapter 128

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight

When the dawn broke through the sky, above the Blue Dragon Bell, the Nine Palace Tower stood silently in the air, exuding a simple and vigorous atmosphere.

Standing in front of the Nine Palace Tower, Feng Yin’s heart palpitations suddenly rushed into his heart. She looked in the direction of the northern demon world, her eyes darkened.

Today is the controversy between the emperors of heaven, and things that happened a thousand years ago are bound to be singled out. On such an important day, where did Yuan Qi go, and why did he not show up?

“Your Majesty Fenghuang.” Yufeng and the five superiors stood beside her. Seeing her face was cold, he called her.

Feng Yin recovered, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, nodded, and looked at the immortals on the stone steps below the Qinglong platform. The head teachers of Sanfu Liudong all looked solemnly, and their faces were eager to try. For the first time in tens of thousands of years, the immortal world used spiritual power to fix the emperor, and it naturally aroused the thoughts of these old gods.

The Peacock King stood on the viewing platform on both sides, and with his current spiritual power, he would not participate in the battle for the emperor of heaven.

Feng Yin’s gaze stretched around, silently falling from the Peacock King to Hua Shu.

Hua Shu stood at the end of the five statues, but his expression was not as arrogant as usual. He only lowered his head, frowning as if he was stroking his palm.

Feng Yin withdrew his eyes silently. At this moment, Feng Ran flew from the direction of Yuyu Palace and landed on the Pagoda of Nine Palaces.

The Emperor of Heaven was dressed in a fiery red robe, with a solemn and noble expression, holding his hands behind him, and the emperor’s power was undoubtedly revealed.

Feng Yin and the immortals hurriedly saluted, and the Peacock King was only half polite in hiding among the immortals. No one saw him except Feng Ran.

“I am the Emperor of Heaven for more than one thousand two hundred years, and I will ascend to the God Realm soon, and I will spare no effort to select a benevolent monarch for me.

“In today’s Nine Palaces Tower, the first to reach the top of the tower to capture the seal of the Emperor of Heaven is my new emperor of the immortal clan! All immortals, go!”

Feng Ran’s voice settled, Feng Yin, the five heavenly palaces, and the immortals of the six caves in Sanfu and six caves all saluted her, and then gathered spiritual power and flew towards the gate of the nine palaces.

The gate of the Nine Palace Pagoda slowly closed under the gaze of the immortals on the Qinglong Terrace. The moment Feng Yin, who was standing in the tower, looked back, he seemed to see the Changque of Qingchi Palace flying in the direction of the Qinglong Terrace. Before she had time to wonder what had happened, the Pagoda of Nine Palaces had been completely closed.

Accompanied by the loud noise of the tower gate of the Nine Palaces, the third heavenly emperor of the immortal clan selected and officially began.

The Jiugong Pagoda is divided into nine layers, each of which is guarded by the immortal monarch, and the immortal power of the person who enters the tower is weakened by one point in it, until only the last 10% is left at the ninth layer.

For this last tower, the immortals had always guessed that the guardian was the Emperor himself, but without reaching the last level, no one knew what was in the last floor of the Jiugong Tower.

There were a total of fifteen gods who entered the Nine Palace Pagoda. As soon as Feng Yin and the other immortals walked into the tower, they found fifteen small doors appeared at once. The small doors were sealed by water mirrors, and it was impossible to see the scenery inside. Presumably this first test is behind these fifteen small doors.

Feng Yin and the immortals nodded slightly, and after walking into the first water mirror first, the immortals followed closely, but they were all inside, only Hua Shu frowned and looked at the water mirror before stepping into it for a moment. Although the Pagoda of Nine Palaces is powerful, the power in the lower layers may not be strong, and the immortal power in her body may cover one or two.

As soon as Feng Yinfu stepped into the water mirror, he was stunned. Under her feet were thick green grass, gurgling streams, birds and flowers, and sycamore trees and bamboo houses by the stream stood quietly, quiet and peaceful. This is the Forbidden Valley behind Daze Mountain, where she was born and grew up.

Feng Yin’s eyes were hot, and her feet on the grass wanted to touch them, as if she wanted to see if this was a dream. Before she could move, the young boy’s voice rang from the top of the valley.

“Little sister-in-law!” The young voice echoed in the bottom of the valley, “The master and uncles are about to accept new disciples, let me find the main hall!”

With a heart move, Feng Yin flew towards the top of the valley. Tsing Yi was attached to the edge of the valley. She flew to her in the blink of an eye. Her mouth was open and her voice was out of tune. “Sister-in-law, how can your cloud driving skills become so good? Do you still fall somersault?”

Tsing Yi looks like a young boy, neither a boy a thousand years ago nor a mature and depressed young man after a thousand years. Feng Yin fixedly looked at him for a while, until the young man’s hairs were all erected, she said, “Let’s go. Go to the Shanmen Hall.”

He didn’t wait for Tsing Yi to lead the way, and flew straight towards Qianshan with the clouds.

Above the clouds, she looked down, the Dazeshan Mountains were full of immortality, the peaks were full of incense, and the direction of the main hall was full of bells, and it was full of hustle and bustle.

Feng Yin lowered his eyes. The Nine Palaces Tower is an ancient artifact. Perhaps it could really have the power to break through the space. If Daze Mountain hadn’t suffered a catastrophe back then, would it be like Tsing Yi, it looks like this thriving and prosperous one now.

If nothing had happened, how her seniors and nephews looked now, Feng Yin almost eagerly flew towards the main hall, regardless of the Qing Yi that was flying behind him.

However, after a while, Feng Yin landed in front of the main hall, and the bell outside the hall rang. It was the auspicious time for Dazeshan to apprentice. Feng Yin stepped on the bell and walked into the main hall.

Xianshan, Xianzhu, and Kuching sat high in the hall. When they saw her, Xianshan smiled charity, waved at her, and pointed to the empty seat next to Yuan Qi.

“Ayin, Dazeshan’s grand gathering of apprentices, once in a hundred years, don’t want to be fun, you miss it.” Xianzhu shook his fan and laughed.

Feng Yin nodded hurriedly, taking two steps and taking one step, almost jogging up and sitting high.

When Kuching saw her sitting still, he blinked at her with a smile.

Feng Yin’s heart was hot, and he concealed his emotions and sat down, looking towards his highness, and saw three young men kneeling in the temple, bowing towards Xianshan and Xianzhu.

“Junior brother and I didn’t want to accept any more disciples. We wanted to let the three of you, Zihou, worship under your name. However, I saw that you two have not accepted your character, and I missed their practice. They still worshiped me and the younger brother’s name. Next, in a hundred years, the two of you will take care of accepting apprentices and pass on the incense for my Daze Mountain.”

Xian Shan Chao Yuan Qi and Feng Yin looked forward, and warned.

Kuching and Fengyin nodded in a hurry, looking like they would dare not obey. Both of them are juvenile-minded, where they want to be decent elders, they just want to live happily for a few more years.

“Ayin, come forward and give ears to the three disciples.” Xianshan took out three green swords from his sleeves and said to Ayin.

According to Dazeshan’s usual rules, after the master gave the apprentice the sword ears, he would formally worship him. Taking over the granting of ears can also be regarded as a status symbol in Daze Mountain.

Feng Yin was taken aback for a moment, but didn’t move.

Xianshan still smiled kindly, “You have always been used to playing around, you should set an example for the disciple in the door, and you should be more serious in the future.”

Xianzhu nodded again and again, and even Kuching poked her sleeves to make her hurry up to pick up the sword ear from the head of the senior brother.

Feng Yin glanced at the three of them, finally got up and walked in the direction of Xianshan.

She Shangyi approached Xianshan, and Xianshan half stood up and handed the sword spike in her hand to her, and Feng Yin reached out to pick it up.

Just at this moment, the situation suddenly changed, and the three sword spikes in Xianshan’s hand turned into sharp icy long swords, which pierced Fengyin’s palm. The distance between the two was so close, and the Xianshanxian power was so strong that Feng Yin couldn’t avoid it at all.

However, at the moment the fairy sword pierced Feng Yin’s palm, a hard phoenix divine barrier appeared in front of her, and she shook the fairy sword back three steps away, even with a muffled grunt with Xianshan, and he pushed it onto the seat. Still looking at Feng Yin with a smile and kindness.

Above the whole hall, there seemed to be nothing about what happened just now, and the bells were still ringing, and everyone was smiling.

Feng Yin put away the divine barrier, staring at Xianshan calmly, the majesty in his eyes gradually appeared.

The smile in Xianshan’s eyes was finally restrained, put away the fairy sword in his hand, and nodded towards Feng Yin, “As expected of your majesty’s disciple, Xiao Xian is offended.”

He said that the appearance of leisure and kindness disappeared, and he turned into another immortal appearance, Fengxian Dao bones, full of white beard, “Shangjun Qingqiang, I have seen His Majesty Fenghuang.”

Feng Yin had never heard of the name of this fairy in the immortal world. It can be seen that Qingqiang had guarded the nine palace towers a long time ago.

“Why is this emperor’s responsibility?” Feng Yin shook his head and turned to leave the hall, but Qing Qiong summoned her.

“Xiao Xian has been in the illusion for thousands of years. The person in the mirror can definitely be fake. I don’t know why His Majesty Feng knew it was transformed by the illusion. Take precautions in advance?” Qing Qiong asked suspiciously. He smiled and looked at Feng Yin, “Even if he knows it is. I am, your Majesty should also know that the illusion of dismantling Xiaoxian will disappear. This is what your Majesty miss most. Is it true that your Majesty is willing to take everything here?”

Feng Yin paused, turned his head, glanced at the people in the temple, his gaze flicked over the disciples, including Xianzhu, Kuching, Tsing Yi, and finally met the eyes of Qingqiong.

“Shangxian’s spiritual power is profound. This illusion can be fake and true, but it can be made more real, but it looks like a human, but the heart can’t be transformed. Every disciple of Dazeshan is treated the same, and he will personally grant the disciple’s Jiansui, and will never give it to others.”

Feng Yin lowered his eyes, no longer looking at everything in front of him, and sighed, “Besides, Daze Mountain is the only place in the world, where it flourishes, and it is my mountain gate. It dies, and there is nowhere to replace it. A mere illusion, I indulge in it, it is the blasphemy against Dazeshan.”

After speaking, Feng Yin turned and left without looking back.

Qing Qiong sighed behind her.

In another illusion, Hua Shu stood on the Qinglong platform in a big red bird feather wedding dress. The smile on her face and the contented silk silk beside her turned into a fairy sword and pierced into the palm of her palm into pain.

Next to her, Fengshen’s handsome Lan Feng, who was dressed in a happy suit, also turned into the appearance of Qingqiong, and he was about to withdraw the fairy sword. He sighed: “It is a pity that the Lord can’t escape the suffering of seven emotions and six desires and indulge in the past.”

Unexpectedly, Qing Qiong’s hand that retracted the fairy sword was held by a pair of cold hands.

Hua Shu slowly raised his head, his **** hands clasped Qingqiong’s wrists tightly, his eyes were full of coldness, “Since he has turned into him, why not finish this wedding, why!”

Hua Shu pulled Qingqiang’s hand closer, ignoring the blood in his palm, showing a little black magic power on his fingertips.

Qing Qiong met the coldness in Hua Shu’s eyes, and his heart trembled. When he saw her fingertips, his face suddenly changed, “Devilish energy! There is a devil in you…”

Before he finished his words, he was not in a hurry to retreat with all his strength, Hua Shu slapped his forehead, shattering his heavenly spirit.

In an instant, the illusion in this mirror turned into nothingness, Hua Shu snorted coldly, and turned away from the illusion without a glance on Qingqiong who died with his eyes closed.

Hua Shu was the last person to walk out of the illusion experiment. The moment she stepped out, Feng Yin and the other eight Shangxian looked at her together. She glanced at the fifteen gods who entered the Nine Palace Tower, and five of them were out of the game.

She stood silently behind the immortals and didn’t say much.

But Yufeng saw her retreating all over, and said with emotion: “The princess is also a determined person. This illusion is really powerful, and even the thunder hasn’t come out.”

The illusion experiment is very simple. As long as the person who is experimenting is injured by the person in the illusion, he will be sent out of the nine palaces tower by the conqueror.

Feng Yin glanced at the door to the illusion that Hua Shu had walked out, and nodded, “Since the Supreme Venerable Hua Shu has come out, then enter the second tower.”

She said that she leaped and flew towards the second tower, but the immortals did not dare to neglect, and followed her.

In the first illusion of the Nine Palace Pagoda, the pale Qingqiong patted his chest, with a look of aftermath, but his appearance, with the gray beard and the old lady Longzhong, was clearly a handsome and elegant young man.

“I’ll go, now the women of the fairy clan are all madmen. The Xinfenghuang looks like he would kill Lao Tzu if he provoked her again. That mad woman from the Peacock clan even shot Lao Tzu to death. Damn. , Lao Tzu is quietly cultivating in the Pagoda of the Nine Palaces. Whoever provokes someone, I’m so good at it. Otherwise, I will be scared to death for a few times if I guard the first tower!”

Qing Qiong jumped and exploded, suddenly a flaming figure appeared in front of him, and when he looked up, he met another pair of majestic phoenix eyes. He was taken aback, kneeling in a hurry and bowing, “Xiao Xian has seen your Majesty!”

The man turned around, the emperor robe on his body was calm and automatic, and said lazily: “You just said, what are the women of the fairy clan?”

Qingqiong trembled and raised his head. He couldn’t make a fart for a long time. After a long while, he suddenly fell to the ground, convulsed and said, “Your Majesty, Xiaoxian is dead.”

“Oh? How did you die?”

“Scared to death.”