Chapter 252: Dungeon

Xuanyangzong Mountain Gate, deep in the towering palace, is the retreat of Xuanyang ancestors.
After greeted many guests, Sect Master Xuanyang came to the secret room of the ancestor's retreat and said respectfully: "Lingshuang asks to see the ancestor."
Two candles lit in front of the secret room, the flames flickering.
"All the guests are here?" A majestic and old voice suddenly came from the secret room.
"If you go back to the ancestors, the people from the Zifu Palace haven't arrived yet." Sect Master Xuanyang replied respectfully.
"Old Monster Tao has a big air. The old man didn't respond to the message with him before." Old Ancestor Xuanyang snorted coldly, seemingly dissatisfied that the Old Ancestor of the Purple Mansion hadn't been there yet.
"Old ancestors, good time has come."
Before Sect Master Xuanyang's words fell, the stone gate of the closed chamber slowly opened, and an old man wearing a white robe with a golden halo suspended behind his head stepped out of the chamber.
This old man carried one hand behind his back, and his whole body was filled with a majestic aura overlooking the world.
Sect Master Xuanyang saw the white-robed old man, his body bowed even lower. The Xuanyang Sect can have its current status because of the existence of this old ancestor.
However, her humble attitude fell in the eyes of the ancestor Xuanyang, but it made him frown, "Lingshuang, your talent is good, but you are still in the fourth realm of Wujun for so many years, do you know why? ?"
"Lingshuang doesn't know, please ancestors give pointers." Sect Master Xuanyang asked respectfully.
"Because you still lack the arrogance of a martial arts expert, when you are no longer so humble in front of me, maybe you will be able to understand this, and your cultivation level will advance by leaps and bounds." The ancestor stroked the white beard and said.
Hearing this, Sect Master Xuanyang showed doubts and fear, "Lingshuang did not dare to be disrespectful to the ancestors. I don't know why the ancestors said that."
"If you are a strong person, you must have a heart of pride. Without the heart of a strong person, how can you become a strong person? A truly strong person will not bow to anyone."
The ancestor Xuanyang slowly said: "The more you fear me and treat me as a god, you will never be able to surpass me. My lifespan will be exhausted after two hundred years, and there is no hope of reaching Wu Sheng in this life. Realm, the inheritance of our Xuanyang Sect will be delivered to you in the future."
"If you can't break through to the Martial Emperor realm before I fall and ascend into the sky, our Xuanyang Sect's foundation for thousands of years, I'm afraid it will be destroyed."
Speaking of this, the ancestor Xuanyang couldn't help sighing. The most feared thing about the inheritance of a sect family is that there will be no successors.
He has already raised the point, the road to martial arts cultivation is different for everyone, and he can't point her to more.
"Let's go."
After the voice fell, the ancestor Xuanyang paced towards the outside of the palace.
"See the ancestors!"
When the ancestor Xuanyang came out, the noisy square suddenly became quiet. Thousands of Xuanyang Sect disciples, wearing uniform white robe costumes, all knelt on the ground and shouted loudly. , The sound shook the sky.
"Meet the ancestors!"
The guests from all over the place also stood up and saluted respectfully.
"Everyone, exempt the ceremony." The ancestor Xuanyang smiled slightly, waved his sleeves, and an invisible vigor lifted everyone up.
There were at least thousands of people gathered in the square. This ancestor Xuanyang can affect everyone with his gestures. This cultivation level is unpredictable.
A golden halo hung behind his head, with a faint golden glow gleaming all over the body, resembling a god, and like an immortal.
The two martial emperors Mu Zixiu and Ning Hezhou, who were mixed in the crowd, both suppressed their own True Yuan fluctuations, showing solemn expressions.
The two of them, a Martial Emperor Triple, were the inspectors of the hunter guild of one area, and their strength was comparable to the Martial Emperor Quadruple.
Ning He Zhou is even more of the fourth level of Wu Huang’s cultivation base. He is a powerhouse who takes the route of physical training and martial arts. He belongs to the top masters at the same level. When he killed the ancestors of the Purple Mansion in the secret realm of the Purple Mansion, he basically He did it alone, and Mu Zixiu was just in charge of fighting the battle.
But when the ancestor Xuanyang appeared, both of them felt unfathomable.
"This old guy was not in vain for two thousand eight hundred years, and his true essence cultivation is unfathomable." Mu Zixiu said in a deep voice.
"Unexpectedly, a small Tianwu Nation in the Southern Territory, there should be such a master." Ning Hezhou's eyes also flashed a hint of fear.
What they are afraid of is not the cultivation level of the ancestor Xuanyang. The cultivation level of the ancestor Xuanyang is also the fourth level of the emperor. Although the cultivation level has been unable to break through, his true essence has been condensed and majestic and majestic. Measurement.
This is where Mu Zixiu and Ning Hezhou are truly jealous. It is also the fourth layer of Emperor Wu. Ning Hezhou asked himself that his true essence is far inferior to this Xuanyang ancestor.
"This old guy's lifespan is about to run out. If he really fights to death, he is afraid that he can't afford you and me, and we won't be a problem to take him together."
"It depends on whether Shura can really crack this seventh-level mountain guarding formation. Otherwise, we really have to fight, we two may have to explain here."
Mu Zixiu and Ning Hezhou looked at each other, their expressions becoming more solemn.
"Haha, Brother Li's two thousand eight hundred birthday, Sun is late, forgive your sins, forgive your sins..."
At this moment, a long laugh came from the air, and a carriage came from the clouds and mist. The chariot was made of jasper, and it was a three-headed Tier 5 fire dragon, a middle-aged man with a sword. The man is a coachman and also has a martial arts level.
"Brother Sun is so pompous." Li Xuanyang smiled lightly.
He is equal to his peers, and there is no doubt that the person in the chariot must also be an ancestor of Emperor Wu.
The curtain slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in purple appeared in front of everyone. He was dressed in a Chinese suit, a star crown, and a red mole on the center of his eyebrows. There is a sense of majesty invisible, which makes people bear. Can't help but want to worship.
Most of the Wu Xiu who came from various forces at the scene did not know the Emperor Wu, whose surname was Sun. Only a few people knew that this person was named Sun Qianshang. He was a casual Xiu with an unknown name and seldom walked around the world. .
On Li Xuanyang's left hand, Sun Qianshang sat down cross-legged and frowned slightly when he saw that there was an empty spot on the opposite side, "Brother Tao hasn't come yet?"
"Perhaps he has a bigger frame than you." Li Xuanyang was noncommittal, seeming a little unhappy.
Among the crowd below, the expressions of Mu Zixiu and Ning Hezhou were much more ugly, and another Martial Emperor came, which was obviously not a good thing.
"clang!"
Suddenly, a bell rang through the world, and the lingering sound lingered over Xuanyang Mountain, clearly audible.
An altar was erected in the center of the square, and Li Xuanyang stepped up in the air, standing on the altar, worshiping the world.
This kind of worship is usually Wu Xiu whose longevity is about to be exhausted, praying to God, hoping that he can break through the shackles, cultivate further, increase the longevity, and live longer.
The whole process of worshiping the heaven and the earth, the whole audience was solemn and quiet.
At this time, Luo Xiu had placed more than a hundred formation flags at the gate of Xuanyang Sect.
"Finally finished, can I break the mountain protection formation like this?" Luo Xiu's spiritual sense can clearly sense the position of each formation flag. After confirming that the position is correct, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Boy, do you doubt the level of this emperor's formation?" Hei Xuanwu snorted, "I asked you to arrange a small universe upside down formation. As long as the formation is activated, this seven-level mountain guardian formation can stop running. Hour of time."
"Just an hour's time?" Luo Xiu frowned.
"Your kid is not greedy enough to swallow the elephant. If your cultivation level is not too low, this emperor can directly let you seize the control of this formation." Hei Xuanwu said dissatisfied.
Luo Xiu smiled awkwardly, and did not continue to argue with the Black Xuanwu Emperor.
Now that the means to break the mountain protection formation have been laid out, now is the time to act.
At this moment, all the masters of Xuanyang Sect gathered on the square to participate in Li Xuanyang's birthday party. This made Luo Xiu's actions much easier.
However, a large sect like Xuanyang Sect will not relax its guard at this critical moment. In some core and important places, there are still many disciples who are responsible for guarding the guard.
After searching for nearly half an hour, Luo Xiu found the entrance to an underground secret passage, where eight disciples guarded it.
Among the eight disciples, five are the cultivation bases of Nine Refining Gods, and the three Wuwang cultivation bases.
On a stone tablet beside, the word dungeon was engraved.
Obviously, since this is called a dungeon, it should be the place where Xuanyangzong imprisoned the prisoners. His sister and the Liu family are likely to be held in it.
Luo Xiu did not directly kill him. Instead, with the help of the hidden formation, he first arranged a formation near the entrance of the dungeon to isolate and shield the atmosphere. In this way, there will be no real vitality if there is a battle inside. The fluctuation of is perceived by the outside world.
"boom!"
As soon as he came up, he directly urged the Tunxu Spirit Fire, and the overwhelming turbulent sea of ​​fire flooded the eight Xuanyang Sect disciples.
"Someone is going to break into the dungeon!"
After the eight disciples reacted, they immediately shouted loudly, but their voices were cut off by the formation and could not be transmitted outside.
At the same time, Luo Xiu had already used the Azure Dragon Breaking Void Body Technique to rush up, and the five-color light flashed away, confining the space around these people.
A scream and exclamation sounded one after another. Under the power of the Tunxu Spiritual Fire, these few disciples of the highest cultivation base were completely unable to resist.
The people guarding the entrance of the dungeon were not strong, but Luo Xiu did not relax his vigilance because of this.
After he entered the dark passage of the dungeon, his movement was very slow, his divine consciousness was always in the state of being released, keenly sensing the movement around him.
Suddenly, his footsteps stopped suddenly, because just five meters away, he found an extremely concealed alert formation, the level of this alert formation also reached the level of seven.
Once someone accidentally triggered this formation restriction, Luo Xiu estimated that the ancestor Xuanyang would definitely know that someone had broken into the dungeon immediately.
However, since he discovered this warning formation, it naturally poses no threat to Luo Xiu.
His hands turned into afterimages, squeezing out dozens of seal tactics, beams of light flew out from between his palms and fingers, like a cage chain, stopping the operation of this seven-level alert formation.
Then his figure flashed, and he walked directly past, and this seven-level alert formation did not react at all.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Xiu discovered some formation restrictions one after another, most of which were guard formations, and a few trapped formations, but these formations were of low level, mostly at level 5 and level 6.
After a while, he entered the dungeon, which was dark and damp, separated by more than ten meters, there would be a light emitting dim light.
The space inside the dungeon is very large, and Luo Xiu can hear a lot of abuse. It should be some people who have enemies with Xuanyang Sect.
The place was full of decay. In several cells, Luo Xiu saw the bones, which smelled stinking.
"let me out!"
Seeing someone coming in, all those detained in the cell stretched out their hands with disheveled heads, looking hideous and ugly.
Luo Xiu was expressionless and ignored these people, because he didn't know whether these people were good or evil. His purpose was to save his family. He didn't have the mood to pay attention to the lives of other people.
Not long after, Luo Xiu found a relatively large cell and saw his sister, Luo Xiu'er.
She held a crying child in her arms. She was four or five years old. The cell was cold and damp. Everyone was shrugging their heads, listless.
The Liu family, the young and old, were all arrested, and some ordinary people who had no cultivation level even died in the cell, lying motionless in the corner.
Liu Yuan, Luo Xiu'er's husband, was being cursed at the nose by several people, but he could only swallow his anger and couldn't refute it.