Through the bloody moon.

Tushanjun inside the banner looked back.

Across the hazy blood moon, it looks like the entanglement of reality and dreams. Outside is the boundless blood light and inside is the vast greenery with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

The warm sunshine and the blowing spring breeze sweep away everyone's thoughts and bring endless tranquility to the soul.

Standing on this piece of land, Luo Tianfeng said: "The ancestors discovered this blessed land and relied on it to build the Eighth Palace and the Eleventh Mansion as the treasure house of Asura. From then on, the people of the tribe took root here and gradually grew the tribe. Now it is a veritable underworld.

One of the hundred tribes.”

The underworld is not as distinct as the Yang world.

The underworld is like a sinking abyss, with all kinds of lost people, things and things.

It is said that there are ten thousand races, but in fact there are only a few more. No one knows how vast the underworld is.

The monks from the Yang world rarely come here. Once they fall here, they will try their best to go back. If they can't go back, they will take root. Therefore, the underworld becomes more and more huge.

A look of shock flashed in Luo Yangwu's eyes: "Did this place already exist?"

"right."

"An ancient place that has existed for a long time."

This was said not only to Yang Wu but also to Luo Manping.

As the future sect leader, Luo Tianfeng needs to tell him all the secrets in the sect at this moment, otherwise he may not have the chance to tell him again when his plan fails.

"The Captain is not a monk of our clan. He has existed here for a long time. No one knows whether he is alive or dead, and no one knows his details."

"He will hold the boat and send those who want to cross the river to the other side."

"Maybe he is selecting a successor for the owner of the treasure land, or maybe he is just repeating his actions."

"..."

After hearing this, Luo Manping finally reacted and said: "Is the ancestor really missing?"

"Yes and no."

"The ancestor has never appeared again since he entered the treasure land."

Luo Tianfeng shook his head slightly, obviously not wanting to talk about his ancestor.

The ancestor is a powerful Dao Lord and there is no need for juniors like them to worry about it. Even if the ancestor really died quietly, they should not know about it.

What's more, the ancestor disappeared in his own treasure land.

Luo Tianfeng took out a token.

"The last palace of the eight palaces and eleven palaces."

"Nirvana Shrine."

As he spoke, he crushed the token without hesitation.

As the glow enveloped the three of them, they did not feel the spatial fluctuations at all and had shrunk to an inch before appearing in the last palace.

There is also a whirling forest behind Nirvana Palace.

Luo Tianfeng walked to the whirling forest, chanted something murmuring, and formed a mysterious seal with his palms. The forest moved and opened an ancient road. He turned back to look at the two people behind him and said, "Let's go."

Luo Manping's eyes were full of surprise, and he said in surprise: "There is a way!"

As a great dharma king, he has been in and out of the shrine countless times. Today, when he came here, it seemed like he was acquainted with this treasured land for the first time.

Gusu Cuiguang's expression was much more restrained and did not show much emotion on his face, but he was also frightened by such a turn of events. The treasure land that was originally like a back garden suddenly became mysterious.

No wonder the leader always said that the outside of the shrine is a forbidden area, and now it does look a bit like a forbidden area.

Luo Tianfeng said with a serious face: "Don't answer any sound you hear."

"Don't respond to any vision you see."

"Follow my steps."

Luo Manping was surprised: "We are great saints."

"What a holy city it is here is useless." Luo Tianfeng took out a long golden pole from the inner world, flicked it, and the long pole turned into an oil-paper umbrella to cover everyone.

Under the golden light, the three of them set foot on this unknown ancient road that leads to nowhere.

…

Inside the banner.

Tushanjun sat cross-legged under the big locust tree.

Holding the elixir and returning to Yuan, he looked at his palm calmly.

When he took away Luo Ganjing's soul that day, he chatted with Luo Ganjing for a long time.

"Since the Asura Grand Sect has long been dissatisfied with him, someone should have challenged him. Luo Tianpeng is not strong enough. The old king should be able to do it. Why did he not challenge Luo Tianfeng, but chose to help Luo Tianpeng and use all forces

Hang Luo Tianfeng."

The red-haired monk said it very lightly.

It was as if he was doing the questions seriously.

Luo Ganjing wanted to find an excuse for the old king: "This..."

Tu Shanjun took over the conversation and said coldly: "I can't understand this either, unless he is not strong enough to defeat Luo Tianfeng, but he is confident of defeating Luo Tianpeng. With Luo Tianpeng as a pawn to clear the obstacles for him, he can then defeat Luo Tianfeng.

He brought order out of chaos and ascended to the throne."

Luo Ganjing's face darkened and he said: "No matter what you say about the relationship between the old king and the leader..."

"I don't care who is strong or weak."

"I'm asking why?"

"Why, the old king who has been peaceful for many years would take action."

"Why is it such a coincidence?"

Luo Ganjing asked in confusion: "Why?"

Tu Shanjun closed his eyes and said nothing, thinking about what Luo Tianfeng had said.

He must treat himself as a bystander and observe this chaotic situation to see what happened, or what happened that made the old king change his mind.

"..."

"I will become a Dao Lord and come back to life!"

"..."

Tushanjun suddenly opened his eyes.

Just like the black and red immortal eyes of the dark star in the abyss, they burn brightly.

Once he was not very sure, but now he is absolutely sure.

Luo Tianfeng must have obtained or possessed a treasure that was enough to change his destiny and bring him back to life, and it might even allow him to go one step further.

What exactly is this treasure?

Maybe it's at the end of the ancient road.

…

The road through the ancient forest stretches toward the unknown.

Luo Manping, who was under the big golden umbrella, heard the whisper and suddenly looked sideways.

There was a vague shadow in the distance, but he couldn't see the shadow's face clearly. Just when he wanted to take a closer look, he suddenly felt his body sink. It turned out that it was the leader who pulled him.

The horrified Luo Manping said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Master!"

The dense divine light gathered into stairs, and the towering mountains and peaks turned into majestic palaces.

They did not seem to be walking on an ancient road in the woods, but on a pilgrimage path to a supreme divine court. They were surrounded by pilgrims like them, and some pilgrim monks sank into it and disappeared without a trace.

The originally gloomy woods disappeared, and what appeared instead were stretches of shrines, with jade seals engraved with cryptic Taoist texts, and some ancient scriptures that I didn't even recognize.

Horses and chariots passed through the bright heavenly palace, and the goddesses surrounding the fairy catkins hooked on the railings and flew away without any relay.

The unspeakable immortal energy hit my face, as if everyone walking on this ancient road had also embarked on the road to becoming immortals. Such an illusion that was so close to reality made Gusu Cuiguang want to go out and find out.

"Where have we ended up?" Luo Manping asked.

He had no idea that there was such a place in the treasure house.

This place doesn't look like the depths of the woods at all, but rather like the legendary fairyland, and these monks have only glimpsed a corner of the fairyland.

Luo Tianfeng gave a rare answer: "The image of the ancient divine court."

"Shinto?!" Luo Manping talked about this avenue that should have been buried in history.

He immediately felt at ease. If this was the place of death or the dojo of any divine king, perhaps we could really get a glimpse of some of the splendor and magnificence of the ancient divine court.

Tushanjun is not curious about Shinto.
To be continued...