Chapter 124 The Demon King Blocks the Way, Where Does the Crisis Come From?

Five days later, the call bell on the top of Mingdao Peak rang. Wu Yi, who was meditating and chanting the Qingxin Mantra in the cave, opened his eyes and knew that the last moment had come. The only thing that could make the Taoist temple ring the call bell during this period was the arrival of the inner sect master.

Looking around the cave where he had stayed for several years, Wu Yi had erased all traces of his cultivation here a few days ago, including the underground palace he dug by himself, including the damage to the stone wall when Wu Yi practiced the exercises. Everything here has become the same as when he just arrived.

The only difference is that Wu Yi cleaned the cave spotlessly before leaving, unlike when he first arrived, when it was covered with spider webs and dust.

However, due to the location of this cave, if no disciples moved in later, it would become decayed and dirty with the passage of time, and Wu Yi was not able to resist the passage of time.

But what Wu Yi didn't know was that not long after he left, the new disciples knew that Wu Yi, a senior brother with a high level of cultivation, had lived here before, guessed that there was something wonderful, and rushed to move in, and even mobilized their own forces, causing a small disturbance in the Taoist temple. I won't repeat it here.

After closing the door of the cave, Wu Yi resolutely set out on the road to Mingdao Peak. Because he was at the top of the peak, he had a wide view and could vaguely see the flying boat parked on Mingdao Peak. It was the same as the flying boat he saw twice before. Wu Yi's guess was right.

Unlike those monks who went to the inner gate to practice, Wu Yi and Li Gu, who were going to participate in the true transmission competition, had rooms on the second floor. The second floor was much smaller than the first floor from the outside.

It was similar to the actual demand. The monks who were qualified and willing to participate in the true transmission competition were all foundation-building monks. Where did so many foundation-building monks come from?

"Are there only three of us?" Wu Yi looked at Li Gu and Zheng Guangming beside him and asked curiously.

Li Gu smiled and said, "It should be." Wu Yi was puzzled by what he saw and heard.

"A few days ago, another instrument deacon reported that he was possessed by a demon when practicing the technique. He might not be able to participate in the true transmission competition this time." Zheng Guangming said softly.

"It's not that he's possessed, it's that he doesn't dare to come. There are so many monks who die in the battle for the true teachings every year, so he can only live in the Taoist temple." Li Gu's tone was extremely disdainful, and it seemed that he didn't get along well with the weapon steward.

Wu Yi and the weapon steward didn't have a good relationship either, because the weapon steward was from the Ge family, and he fooled Wu Yi when he entered the sect. When he heard that he didn't come, Wu Yi didn't care and walked into the flying boat first.

After all, it was not the first time to take a flying boat. Wu Yi casually found a room without monks and entered it, while Li Gu and Zheng Guangming chose a position not far from Wu Yi.

Seeing these gorgeous decorations on the flying boat again, Wu Yi was no longer amazed, because with the breakthrough of his cultivation of the law and the growth of his spiritual consciousness, he vaguely felt that some decorations were illusions made of illusions, but Wu Yi could not tell which ones were real and which ones were fake, but there was no doubt that there were shadows of illusions in them.

The room was not as wide as Wu Yi saw now. Perhaps even Wu Yi's own cramped cave was larger than this room, but the array pattern contained in it was real. Wu Yi did not dare to touch it easily. After all, the masters who presided over the refining of the flying boat were all great craftsmen of the sect. Their cultivation was not necessarily low. If Wu Yi touched the restriction, he might not even be able to save his life.

Sitting quietly in the room to recuperate and meditate, he continued to chant the Qingxin Mantra. In addition to calming his mind, he also wanted to enhance his understanding of the Tao.

If the inner demon was still in the Yulong Mountains, Wu Yi would undoubtedly have a fierce collision with the inner demon when he went to participate in the true transmission battle this time. After all, both of them understood that only by destroying the other party could they remove a layer of shackles.

Shadow Escape, what exactly did Bai Ze mean by the three sentences he said to him? Wu Yi still hasn't figured it out yet. Maybe he hasn't met this opportunity yet.

Wu Yi didn't plan to ponder these three questions, but he paid more attention to the shadow in his daily life, hoping to find an opportunity in it.

About half a month later, the flying boat suddenly stopped. Wu Yi originally thought that it was to take in the monks from other Taoist temples, so he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, it had stopped many times before, and Wu Yi was used to it.

But suddenly there was a pleasant sound of bells in the room, which had the effect of calming the mind and awakening the mind. It was similar to the purple gold bell that Li Gu mastered, but it was much more advanced than Li Gu's purple gold bell and could awaken the foundation-building monks.

The purple gold bell is a necessary magic weapon for the deacon of every Taoist temple. When Li Gu participated in the true transmission competition, he was not qualified to bring the purple gold bell, so now Li Gu didn't even have a lower-level purple gold bell.

After the crisp and pleasant bell sounded for dozens of breaths, the voice of the Jindan Zhenren came, asking Wu Yi and others to leave the flying boat, and they had a deadline of tea time, and they must not delay. Those who delay will automatically be regarded as giving up the opportunity to compete for the true transmission.

Wu Yi looked down from the window, the forest was vast, and from time to time there were big monsters roaring to the sky. Those who exuded momentum were clearly Jindan-stage monster kings.

Shouldn't they go down and kill the monsters? Oh my god, isn't this sending them to their deaths?

But Jindan Zhenren said so, Wu Yi did not dare to disobey, he did not want to come in vain, he guessed in his heart that Jindan Zhenren should have other arrangements, otherwise, let alone a group of Jindan monster kings, even a monster king would be enough to force Wu Yi to death.

Wu Yi did not believe that those so-called regular school disciples could kill Jindan monsters at the foundation-building stage, they looked down on monster kings too much.

When Wu Yi reaches the peak of the third foundation building, he may be able to fight against ordinary demon kings head-on without losing, but it is definitely not now. Wu Yi is now qualified to run.

Leaving the flying boat and standing on the ground, this is obviously the intersection of the spheres of influence of several major demon kings. The demon kings don't care, so Wu Yi and other foundation building cultivators can temporarily avoid being discovered.

A white-bearded real person came out of the flying boat and glanced at Wu Yi and his people. There were about 30 cultivators present, and they were foundation building cultivators from the southern counties of Dayu.

The white-bearded real person said coldly: "The first test of the true transmission competition is to go to the inner gate. No matter what method you use, you must reach the inner gate within three months. Those who fail to arrive within the deadline will be considered failed."

"This is the map to the inner gate," the white-bearded real person shot a white light and spread it in front of Wu Yi and others. Wu Yi injected his spiritual consciousness and saw it clearly.

This location is about 3,000 miles away from the inner gate. Because of the suppression and coercion of the Qi Gate, there are no big monsters above the Jindan level within this distance. Otherwise, Wu Yi and other small cultivators would be a piece of food, not even qualified to be sent.

This white light showed a road, and also showed the sphere of influence of the monster kings along the way, the racial cultivation characteristics of the monster kings, and many of the routes directly passed through the sphere of influence of the monster kings, which was extremely dangerous.

The only thing that made Wu Yi see some hope of survival was that as long as he walked through the previous 1,000 miles, there would be no monster kings blocking the way. At most, there would be some foundation-building monsters. Even if he couldn't fight, he could always escape.

White-bearded Immortal took out a mirror from somewhere and shone it on Wu Yi and others. Before Wu Yi could react, he felt that a stream of innate energy in his body had been drawn away.

Although it was not much, not even a point, it still shocked Wu Yi. This mirror was too weird. Could it be able to draw away other people's spiritual energy?

Li Gu and Zheng Guangming seemed very calm. They obviously knew that this scene would happen. They had experienced it before. This mirror should be used to confirm the identity of Wu Yi and others. They were able to cultivate the innate Qi and were disciples of the Yiqi Sect, not spies from other sects.

Wu Yi suddenly understood why the previous weapon steward did not come to participate in the true transmission competition. The difficulty was really not something that ordinary people could endure. Zheng Guangming was able to survive the true transmission competition, and his cultivation was not necessarily as weak as he showed on the outside. Wu Yi looked at Zheng Guangming with a hazy look.

Retracting the mirror, the White Bearded Immortal said to Wu Yi and others indifferently: "I hope I can still see you when I am in the inner gate." Then he flew back to the flying boat. The huge body of the flying boat stayed on the ground for too long, which would alert the demon kings and they needed to leave quickly.

Wu Yi saw the White Bearded Immortal driving the flying boat away, so he went to meet Li Gu and Zheng Guangming. Now only these two people could be trusted.

"Fellow Daoists, I think you have seen the road to the inner gate before, but everyone has only one single road. How about we combine all the maps and find the safest road?" A cultivator suddenly said, his words were quite inspiring, attracting the attention of most cultivators.

Unfortunately, this seemingly tempting proposal was rarely responded to, and the cultivator left with the cultivators who were willing to join.

Wu Yi knew that this would be the result. There was a lack of communication and mutual distrust between the cultivators. Who knew whether the map given was true or false? After all, everyone present was a potential competitor. A normal cultivator has already mastered the matter of harming others for his own benefit. Only the collusion to sign the law contract before was useful, and now it is just a useless effort.

Wu Yi came to Li Gu and Zheng Guangming and said: "Let's go to the side to exchange maps."

The two nodded, naturally knowing the importance of the map.

After walking for several miles, until he could no longer see other cultivators behind him, Wu Yi stopped to sense the surroundings. He found no cultivators spying and said, "Let's just stay here."

Wu Yi was the first to release the white light, and Li Gu and Zheng Guangming did the same. The three of them exchanged their views, and sure enough, the roads indicated on the three maps were all different.

However, because there were only a few roads to the inner gate in this direction, some of the demon king forces overlapped, and the roads at the beginning were not much different, mostly overlapping, but then they gradually became non-overlapping, but then the demon kings were gone.

"How about our first target being White Tiger Mountain?" Zheng Guangming suggested.

Wu Yi thought for a while, nodded, and said, "Although the white tiger in White Tiger Mountain has a high level of cultivation, it is a lone ranger. There are not many other demon beasts, so we just need to avoid the white tiger."

Li Gu seconded the proposal, and the first target of the three was confirmed. Then, several more targets were finalized, which roughly determined the route to advance within the range of the demon king.

The route was determined, and Wu Yi and others set off.

In addition to Wu Yi and others, other cultivators also started their own journeys.

Above the heavy cloud shadows, the White-bearded Immortal saw Wu Yi and others leaving one after another, and said to a thin Immortal beside him: "Those demon kings have been properly instructed."

The thin Immortal said: "If it weren't for my Yiqi Sect protecting them, how could they have survived, how dare they kill my disciples, you worry too much."

"It's true to be prepared for the worst. You will take care of these disciples along the way. Don't give those demon kings a chance to make mistakes." Although the White-bearded Immortal was cold to Wu Yi and others, his words were full of care and love.

The thin cultivator waved his hand impatiently and said: "What those disciples should really worry about are those foundation-building level monsters. I won't show up if the foundation-building monsters take action. If they die, they die. The sect doesn't want such trash."

"Of course."

"Then I'll go first." The skinny real person left like he was escaping.

The demon king can see the character of the disciples. The foundation-building demon is the real danger of the first test. And all the disciples, including Wu Yi, did not realize this.

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After complaining, the poor man continued to write, using the spiritual victory method to dissolve his irritability. But then again, how can you win the award for writing a novel? Is there an award? Does it depend on clicks, collections, fans, or levels? Sanren is so tired!!!