Not to mention how Green Zhu made its mark at the King of Ginseng Conference, Luo Hong has quietly arrived at the foot of the mountain.
I saw seven or eight monks wearing brocade and jade robes walking towards the mountain together, and they had a great conversation along the way like friends who had not seen for many years.
In fact, they are indeed friends, and they have not seen each other for many years, but it may not be possible to have a good conversation.
During the conversation, Luo Hong discovered that these Jiedan monks were the heads of the nearby big family, and it was through the opportunity of this conference that they were able to get together.
Soon, a red light escaped through the mountain protection formation, circled in the air, and landed on the mountain road.
"Dear masters, my ancestor has already left the palace. Please follow me to the King of Chan Hall."
The visitor dressed very similar to the monks of the Sima family, but it was obviously more luxurious, with a round face. He squeezed out two layers of chins with a smile, and was immediately bowing to everyone politely.
"Senior Sima Xiao has come out of seclusion? That's great. Zuo is a little confused about his cultivation and is about to ask for advice!"
"Senior Sima has been in seclusion for decades after he became a baby. I think he has already achieved the Nascent Soul. We will take this opportunity to congratulate you."
"Oh, Qi has no gifts that he can't take. You guys go first, I'll go down the mountain to prepare."
When everyone heard that Sima Xiao had left the seclusion, no matter what they thought in secret, they all looked happy at this moment, trying their best to show their flattery.
"Haha, Brother Qi is intent. My ancestor has held a ceremony for infant creation before and has received gifts from each family. How can I receive them again now?
Don’t bother, go to the King’s Palace to discuss matters!”
Sima Qian quickly stopped the restless people and invited them again.
Seeing these group of Jiedan monks escaping into the mountain gate one by one, Luo Hong stopped stopping and took a step out like a leisurely stroll, then broke into the formation silently.
The spiritual consciousness had already locked the place of the formation master. Luo Hong immediately used the Five Elements Escape Technique, which turned into an invisible breeze and blew towards the mountain.
Along the way, Luo Hong passed through many ginseng fields. Even during the ginseng king meeting, many low-level monks from the Sima family were busy in the fields.
During this period, Luo Hong also saw the Sima family's method of cultivating blood ginseng.
It's simple to say that those low-level monks from the Sima family had a gourd around their waists. When they were cultivated, they would pour a light red liquid from the gourd at the root of the blood ginseng and then use spells to urge them to absorb it.
The only thing that is truly hidden is the formula of the spiritual liquid.
The elixir of blood ginseng is a substitute for diligent magic pills, and there are very different ones, so it naturally cannot catch Luo Hong's eyes.
After about half an hour, after Luo Hong bypassed the first building, he finally arrived in front of a building with the plaque "Shuanglong Pavilion".
After exploring his spiritual sense, Luo Hong discovered that in addition to the guards on the surface, there was also an extremely old late-stage monk in the building.
But his aura was weak and he looked like he could die of old age at any time. Obviously, he would not be a formation master.
On the contrary, there is a stone chamber on the second floor underground, which has the aura of three foundation-building monks.
"Why are you still secretly watching the guardian mountain formation in your own family?"
Although Luo Hong felt something was wrong, she was not afraid of fraud. She then passed through the external ban of Shuanglong Pavilion without any object and sneaked into the building.
"Huh? Why haven't I seen this brother before? Did you just come back from another place?"
As soon as he entered the first floor, Luo Hong met a Sima family monk in the Qi Refining Stage.
This weak scholar-like monk was holding a simple array plate in his hand, comprehending while walking. Suddenly, he saw a stranger and asked in suspicion.
Luo Hong did not explain, and the colorful light in her eyes turned, and the weak scholar's eyes fell into the illusion in a daze.
At this moment, he has become Luo Hong's puppet, and he will forget what happened when he wakes up.
"Take me to the second floor of the underground."
Luo Hong ordered lightly.
"Shuanglong Pavilion only has one underground floor where materials are stored."
The weak scholar slowly shook his head.
"Forget it, go back to sleep."
Luo Hong waved his hand and drove him away.
"It's actually a secret room, don't cause me any troubles."
After muttering to himself, Luo Hong walked towards the stairs without any haste. Whenever he met his Sima monk, he would go to bed and practice after a moment of confusion.
Even if the illusion failed, they did not notice any abnormality.
The hidden entrance to the second underground floor did not escape Luo Hong's spiritual consciousness. Soon he came to a dim space, surrounded by prison cells, including many cultivators who were imprisoned alone or multiple people.
The auras of these immortal cultivators are different. Most of them are in the Qi Refining Stage, but many are in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Luo Hong even sensed the aura of a cultivator in the early stage of the elixir.
Okay, the family dungeon has been cultivated to the center of the formation. Could this be a two-purpose system?
Luo Hong didn't want to care about the hatred among the immortal cultivation family because no party was clean.
The weak and tragically bullied side may be the one who oppressed others hundreds of years ago.
Quickly passing through the dim corridor, Luo Hong came to the stone outdoor where the three foundation-building auras were located.
Just as he was about to pass through the stone wall and use his illusion on the three of them, the entire second underground floor suddenly lit up.
I saw countless Sanskrit seals on the stone slab floor lit up, illuminating the second floor of the underground, and bursts of Buddha's voices echoed in the corridor.
The cultivators in the prison cells obviously didn't know what was going on, and they all looked around in a daze.
"This spiritual energy flow is not very good!"
Luo Hong saw something was wrong at first glance, but he didn't know the formation. In addition, he had no motivation to save people, so he was just watching quietly.
After more than ten breaths, the Buddha's voice echoing in the second underground floor was clearly audible. Luo Hong knew that it had the magical power to activate qi and blood with a little sense of sensitivity.
However, its power is very weak. Even cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage will only feel a little uncomfortable if they keep their minds tightly.
But this is not the case. One of the cultivators in the cell counts one. No matter what kind of cultivation level, their faces are flushed at this moment, and the qi and blood in their bodies are surging wildly.
As the Buddha's voice became louder, the blood in their bodies became more and more manic, making them, both men and women, turn into a ferocious and ferocious blood vessel, and their screams were even more unaware of them.
When the first explosion came, cultivators continued to explode and died, rising and falling like firecrackers.
And what is particularly strange is that the exploded blood mist has not dissipated. Although the remaining bones were blown away, only the skull was suspended in the blood mist.
Seeing this, Luo Hong couldn't help but narrow his eyes and was vaguely angry. He realized at this time that the Sima family was using living people to refine magic weapons, and they were refining them in batches.
Chapter completed!