Chapter 334: Cultivators in the God Realm

The materials of the gate are extremely rare, but the restrictions on the gate are common. Lin Xiao swept away the gate with one sleeve, and jewels and treasures suddenly swept out from the warehouse. Lin Xiao's eyes were now so bright that he was even more unbearable. He looked at the treasure house that was about ten miles high and about a mile in front of him and almost drooled.

More than a thousand countries within a radius of millions of miles have to pay tribute to Yin Scorpion Mountain every hundred years. The three old demons have occupied Yin Scorpion Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years. It is conceivable how many treasures they have plundered. However, they look down on gold, silver and jewelry in the secular world. What can be hidden in the warehouse must be various materials for cultivation. The materials specialized in the divine world are naturally all natural treasures that can be used by gods and men to make magical artifacts. Which of these materials is not released by the strong energy fluctuations throughout the body?

In such a huge warehouse, 99% of the materials are all artifact-level materials. Only one percent of the remaining one is the spirit stones and various ores that ordinary cultivators can use. Lin Xiao looked at the various materials piled up in front of him and couldn't help but feel silent. With such a huge amount of materials, even if Lin Xiao's palm is in the Qiyuan World, how much energy would it take to condense such a large number of raw materials for refining magical artifacts? He shook his head gently, and Lin Xiao sighed: "No one is rich without wealth, and the ancients really did not deceive me!"

The Red Leaf Taoist looked at the pile of spiritual stones and ores that the monks could use in the warehouse with red eyes and hissing: "Master, these things~"

Lin Xiao glanced at the materials that were useless to him and said calmly: "You can share them with your brothers and sisters. By the way, I'll leave a copy for your disciples. Well, with these materials, it's enough for you to practice to the realm of the Heavenly Immortal. Those three dead ghosts are really pig heads. With so many spirit stones here, there, and for hundreds of thousands of years, they only have the cultivation level of the Yuanshen stage, and deserve to be killed by Minghe."

A green light rushed out of Lin Xiao's dantian, and lotus flowers gradually bloomed in the green light, and the mountains of artifact-level raw materials piled up in the warehouse were swept away by Lin Xiao. The Red Leaf Taoist was not willing to be outdone. He rushed to the spirit stones and ores, picked up a treasure bag and filled it with various materials. But at his speed, he was afraid that he would not be able to empty these materials in less than three or five hours. Lin Xiao was too lazy to help him, so let the Red Leaf Taoist indulge in this wonderful feeling. Lin Xiao's immortal consciousness swept around the warehouse for a week. He quickly walked to a corner at the end of the warehouse, and slashed hard on a jade pillar poking out of the wall.

The palm was as strong as a mountain. The jade pillar gently sank into the wall, and the sound of the clumps sounded, and a gap slowly moved away from the wall. Lin Xiao flashed through the gap, but inside it was a small quiet room with a radius of only ten feet. The quiet room was clean, with only three cushions under the base of the wall in the east. There was a three-foot-long table in front of the cushion, and a small fist-sized incense burner and two volumes of Taoist books were neatly placed on it. On the wall was hung with an empty white painting three feet high and one foot wide.

Lin Xiao walked to the table and reached out to flip through the two volumes of Taoist books. Both volumes of Taoist books are handwritten, and the covers are marked with words such as "The Hundred Poisons True Sutra" and "The Hundred Poisons True Sutra". The first volume of the book happens to make people practice to the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, while the second volume is to make people practice to the peak of the Yuanscent Soul Stage.

"So that's it. The three dead ghosts have good qualifications. They have occupied Yin Scorpion Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years. They have enough resources for them to practice, but they are only at the level of the Yuanshen Stage. They have no subsequent skills in their feelings." Shaking their heads, Lin Xiao smiled mockingly: "A mere three Yuanshen Stages can dominate one side and do evil. What are the gods in the divine world doing?"

Lazy and thrown the two Taoist books onto the table, Lin Xiao was not interested in these two Taoist books at all. There are many witchcrafts that are fierce and fierce than these hundred poisons scriptures in the secret techniques he inherited. However, the two Taoist books are not as useful as the following Taoist books? But he accidentally used a little more force on his hand, and the two Taoist books touched the small incense burner, and they just turned the incense burner for half a circle. The three fragrances in the incense burner suddenly burned without fire, and a faint fragrance rose, and a slight fragrance lingered on the painting on the wall, and a graceful sound of music came faintly.

Lin Xiao was slightly shocked and hurriedly took a few steps back. He didn't expect that there was such a brilliant restriction in the cave of the three old demons. He didn't even notice that the blank painting had such mystery just now. His face turned slightly red, and Lin Xiao's immortal consciousness swept over the painting with all his strength. Only then did he realize that the blank painting was actually a magic weapon - although it was just a low-grade magic weapon, the formation inside it was extremely mysterious, and Lin Xiao was almost blinded by it for carelessness.

Just as he was about to reach out to take off the painting, a ray of rays suddenly shone brightly on the painting. An old Taoist who looked over a hundred years old and looked like a childish face appeared in the rays. The old Taoist rolled his eyes and said coldly: "Red Scorpion, what's wrong with you three brothers~~~~ Oh? Are you not the Red Scorpion Taoist? Who are you?" Just as the old Taoist appeared, Lin Xiao had instinctively adjusted his facial muscles and bones and transformed into another appearance. The old Taoist's eyes were originally looking at the sky, but for a while he didn't see Lin Xiao's true face clearly, but saw Lin Xiao's romantic and suave face after Lin Xiao changed.

Lin Xiao replied coldly: "The Red Scorpion Taoist and the others are dead. This Five Poison Yinfeng Cave is now my Taoist temple for the young master."

The old Taoist raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he smiled and said, "Oh~ The Three Scorpion Demon Lord is dead? Congratulations to fellow Taoist, congratulations to fellow Taoist. These Five Poison Yinfeng Caves are indeed inherited by fellow Taoist. But can fellow Taoist know the rules?"

‘Rules’? What rules? Lin Xiao’s confused expression answered the old Taoist question very well. The old Taoist smiled and nodded and said, “It turns out that fellow Taoist doesn’t know ~ Well, since fellow Taoist inherited the Five Poison Yinfeng Cave, then fellow Taoist will be my vassal of ‘Tianluomen’. The area of ​​Yinscorpion Mountain within a radius of millions of miles will be the fellow Taoist’s mountain gate station in the future. As long as fellow Taoist gives tribute to me Tianluomen every ten thousand years, you can enjoy everything within a radius of millions of miles. If the treasures tributed by fellow Taoist are enough, you can also obtain more advanced martial arts and higher-level flying swords and magic weapons from my Tianluomen. What do you think?”

The three old demons in love are just vassals of this sect called "Tianluomen"! Lin Xiao was stunned. He raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, "What if I don't pay tribute, my son?"

The old Taoist smiled lightly, and a wisp of spiritual consciousness in the painting entangled Lin Xiao's body. Lin Xiao restrained his skills and kept his breath at the level of the mid-stage virtual realm. The old Taoist was satisfied and found that Lin Xiao was just a cultivator in the virtual realm. He smiled proudly: "If a fellow Taoist does not pay tribute, the area of ​​the Yin Scorpion Mountain within a radius of millions of miles will be auctioned by my Tianluomen to fellow Taoists who are willing to pay tribute. And fellow Taoist, where did you come from? Where can I ask for a friend to learn from it. I will ask for a friend to understand it - my Tianluomen's head is a golden immortal!"

A strong pressure came out of the painting and pressed towards Lin Xiao. This was the pressure of an immortal, but the old man was an immortal! Although he was an immortal who was not as good as the immortal world, it was extremely difficult to practice from a mortal in the divine world. Lin Xiao was "gasp" and held on for a cup of tea under the pressure released by the old man, and then he staggered and sat down on the ground. He shouted in horror: "Immortal?"

The old Taoist nodded proudly and said, "Yes, fellow Taoist is now at the virtual realm, and he can reach the right path of heavenly immortals even further. However, fellow Taoist has the magic trick to cultivate immortals?"

Lin Xiao shook his head.

"Are fellow Taoist confident in resisting the heavenly tribulation when he becomes an immortal?"

Lin Xiao shook his head again.

"Can fellow Taoist friends become immortals? What if a fellow Taoist is lucky enough to become an immortal, can someone protect the fellow Taoist from being captured and killed and refined into pills or magic weapons?"

Lin Xiao still shook his head.

The old Taoist smiled implicitly: "Okay, I'm going to say this, what's going on, and I'll ask my fellow Taoists to measure it myself. If I become a vassal of my Tianluomen and pay tribute every ten thousand years, I can enjoy the area of ​​a million miles and deal with all the affairs in the inner world. Even if the dynasty changes or the fellow Taoists become the emperor of more than one thousand miles, I will let the fellow Taoists be happy. If the fellow Taoists pay tribute once a thousand years, if the fellow Taoists encounter any trouble, or if someone wants to seize the fellow Taoists' mountain gate, my Tianluomen will help the fellow Taoists resist foreign enemies."

Lin Xiao blinked his eyelids, and he asked with a smile: "What if I pay tribute once a hundred years for my son?"

The old Taoist clapped his hands hard, and he laughed and said, "My fellow Taoist is indeed tactful, and he is a hundred times smarter than the three dead scorpions. If a fellow Taoist tributes once a hundred years, he will immediately become an inner disciple of my Tianluomen. The area of ​​a million miles will be inherited by my fellow Taoist and descendants forever. My fellow Taoist can not only obtain the cultivation techniques of my Tianluomen's inner sect, but also ask the seniors of this sect at any time. They can go to the internal market of this sect to buy flying swords and magic weapons, and they can get the full protection of this sect. There are countless benefits."

The old Taoist licked his lips with foam, and he continued: "Of course, whether it is a tribute once a thousand years or a thousand years or a hundred years, the quality and quantity of the tribute are stipulated."

With his hand raised, a golden light flew out of the painting. The golden light fell on Lin Xiao's hand and turned into a flexible squid leaf that emitted a faint glow. Dozens of regulations and agreements were copied in small fly heads. The old Taoist said enthusiastically: "Fellow Taoist, I found that the Taoist Taoist's future is bright and the future is unlimited! As long as the Taoist Taoist signs this contract, the Taoist Taoist will immediately be the inner disciple of my Tianluomen. As long as the Taoist Taoist pays tribute every hundred years according to the terms of the peace agreement, the Taoist Taoist can be promoted to the core disciple of my Tianluomen in 100,000 years, and the benefits will be greater and more! As long as the Taoist becomes the core disciple of my Tianluomen, there is 70 to 80% of the hope of practicing to become an immortal. What do you think?"

"This~~~~" Lin Xiao hesitated and looked at the slum leaves in his hand without saying a word for a long time. Lin Xiao couldn't help but sneer when he looked at the terms on the leaves. He paid tribute once a hundred years. If he paid tribute according to the terms above, Lin Xiaofei would have to scrape down three feet of land within a radius of millions of miles to complete the task. The amount of this tribute is too terrifying. No wonder Lin Xiao could become his inner disciple of Tianluomen as long as he paid such a batch of materials every hundred years!

It seems that the three dead old demons chose to pay tribute once every ten thousand years, so they were just vassals of Tianluomon, so Lin Xiao replaced them, but the old Taoist in the painting was not angry at all, just like a dog who was guarding the house, not taking the death of the three old demons seriously at all.

Seeing Lin Xiao’s hesitation, the old Taoist yelled loudly: “Oh, fellow Taoist, I suddenly remembered that three months ago, the ‘Chifeng Ridge’ near Yinsie Mountain was also missing. The Fire Rat Demon King, the mountain master of Chifeng Ridge, failed to pass the tribulation and was exhausted. However, he did not even have a disciple except for a few concubines, so Chifeng Ridge has been taken back by our sect.”

After swallowing a mouthful of foam, the old Taoist smiled and said, "The territory under Chifengling is two big ones of Yinzi Mountain. If a fellow Taoist is willing to sign this contract, I will take charge of it and all the territory of Chifengling and Yinzi Mountain will be classified under the name of a fellow Taoist. In this way, the fellow Taoist has a territory of three million miles, but only one tribute is paid every hundred years. This is a great thing!"

"This~" Lin Xiao's expression became hesitant.

The old Taoist said anxiously: "Fellow Taoist, after passing this village, there will be no such store. Fellow Taoist doesn't want to be killed and replaced by others like the Red Scorpion Taoist and his brothers? They are so stingy that they pay tribute every ten thousand years. As a result, they only get the second volume of the Hundred Poisons Sutra from this sect after hundreds of thousands of years. They finally practiced to the Yuanshen Stage! What's the result? Didn't they be killed by fellow Taoists?"

With a long sigh, the old Taoist looked at Lin Xiao earnestly and said, "Fellow Taoist, what's the use of those materials for casting magical artifacts even if you save too much? It's better to pay tribute to me, Tianluomon for a place to settle down and have a clever martial art. This immortal also understands your thoughts. You have accumulated the materials for casting magical artifacts, and they all thought that one day I could meet a god to offer those materials to seek an opportunity, but can you meet the god? Even if you encounter it, will the god pay attention to you?"

The old Taoist sneered: "The three Red Scorpion brothers have accumulated countless materials over the past hundreds of thousands of years, but they have encountered a god? Now that they have died and destroyed their souls, have they been in vain for so many years? Fellow Taoist, with the protection of my Tianluomon and the advanced martial arts of my Tianluomon, this is the only way to enter the immortal path!"

Lin Xiao seemed to be convinced by the old Taoist. He was silent for a while, and then he "resolutely" output a wisp of true energy to mark the leaves. Lin Xiao bowed to the old Taoist and said, "So, I will be the inner disciple of Tianluomen~ A hundred years later, I will personally take the tribute to Tianluomen to visit seniors!" Lin Xiao hit a ghost again, but the wisp of true energy he output was the blood of Lin Yao's blood transformation technique that he used to imitate the witch curse, not the Xuanwu Qi he owned. No matter how many prohibited methods Tianluomen has, it is impossible to track down the whereabouts of Lin Xiao through this imitated blood energy or use some vicious forbidden methods to control him.

The leaves of the safflower turned into a golden light and flew back into the painting. The old Taoist nodded with joy and smiled and said, "Good boy, he is indeed a talent, he is determined and decisive. You should hurry up this opportunity. Come on, this is the map of the area controlled by my Tianluomon. The area you owned by Yinscorpion Mountain and Chifeng Ridge is already marked on it." A three-foot-long scroll flew out, and the scroll with a slight scent of powerful magic power fell lightly in Lin Xiao's hands. When Lin Xiao's immortal consciousness touched the scroll, he immediately understood the area owned by Tianluomon and the location of the territory under his sect in the territory of Tianluomon.

Tianluomon has an irregular territory that is more than 170 million miles long and more than 80 million miles wide. The vassal forces under Tianluomon are thousands of. The zodiac signs of three million miles in radius are only the smallest among Tianluomon's vassal forces. Moreover, Yinscorpion Mountain and Chifeng Ridge are located in remote areas, and behind them are the "Jiuming Snow Mountain" area that Lin Xiao has just walked out, and are in a southwest corner of the territory occupied by Tianluomon.

The old Taoist in the painting smiled happily and said, "By the way, I have been talking for so long, but I still don't know the name of Youzun?"

Lin Xiao followed Lin Yao's unique arrogant look and raised his head and shouted: "Young Master, my name is Hua Hu Zi, also known as Lianxiang Daojun, and there is also an nickname called Master Xiyu Cave. Can you please ask about the name of Gao, the senior?"

The old Taoist's facial muscles twitched violently for a while. He looked at Lin Xiao strangely and shook his head gently and said, "This immortal's name is Chiluo. He is the disciple of Yun Xin Zhenren, the head of Tianluomon. He is responsible for the external affairs of this sect. " "When Hua is protected," said the word "Guarding Flowers". Lao Taoist's facial muscles twitched a few times again. He laughed in harmony: "This is your token, which marked that you are the master of Yinsie Mountain and Chifeng Ridge. In the future, the forces of Tianluomon will never dare to invade your territory."

One side obviously had a golden token that had just been refined and with a rolling heat and flew out of the painting and fell into Lin Xiao's hands. The old Taoist Chiluo chuckled and said, "You are different from those vassal forces. Your name has been filled in the list of my inner disciples of Tianluomen. If someone dares to touch every tree and every tree in your territory, you can just ask for help from this sect. Well, a hundred years later, you will come to Tianluo Mountain to see me. At that time, I will naturally teach you the profound magic tricks."

The light on the painting dissipated, and the smiling old Taoist Chiluo disappeared.
Chapter completed!