Zhong Yang looked at Wang Jing strangely, his eyes full of discrimination. If it were the usual, Wang Jing would have turned against him, but this time, Wang Jing did not react at all. He just stared at the stone gate in a daze. After a while, he suddenly said: "I have seen this pattern..."

Now it was Zhong Yang's turn to be stunned.

"Have you seen it?"

"Well, I've seen it..." Wang Jing looked up at the huge stone gate, his eyes looked at the strange and complex patterns, and after a while, he nodded again: "Ten years ago, my master and I went to the Qianshan Sect's ancestral land to visit the tombs of ancestors of all generations. Among them, the tombstone of the Red Dragon True Man was engraved with such patterns..."

"True Red Dragon?" Zhong Yang was stunned. The name of True Red Dragon was probably not many of the monks in the Northland...

Back then, Qianshan Sect had just experienced a great disaster. The true man of Dharma Xiang and the Grand Master of Jindan fell one after another, leaving only seven true disciples to support it.

Everyone thought that Qianshan Sect would fall from the position of one of the ten major sects in the north. However, at this critical moment, the Red Dragon True Man emerged and became one of the seven true teachings at the age of twenty. After that, he had adventures in succession. In just over ten years, he became a master of Jindan in the north.

Seventeen years later, he even broke through the Dharma Realm in one fell swoop and pulled back the Qianshan Sect on the edge of the cliff...

When the Red Dragon True Man rose, it was the great catastrophe of the Heavenly Demon. The corpses in the northern border were everywhere and blood flowed into a river. The Red Dragon True Man was the only one among the seventeen Dharma Xiang True Man in the northern border who participated in all the battles of the Heavenly Demon Tribulation. From the Four Seas Realm to the Lishang Realm, from Zhuhuo City to Tianluo Mountain, there were more than 100 battles in all sizes, and they had never been defeated once.

If it weren't for the sudden transformation at the peak of the sky, I'm afraid that the ranking of the top ten sects in the northern border would not be like this now...

It can be said that when Chilong Zhenren was alive, it almost covered everyone's light. Even a proud person like Zhong Yang had to admit that it was the era of Chilong Zhenren.

This is a well-known name.

"At that time, there were thirteen such patterns on the tombstone of the Chilong True Man..." It sounded strange. When talking about this ancestor, Wang Jing's expression seemed a little unnatural, but it was just a flash, and even Zhong Yang, who was closest to him, did not notice it.

"Thirteen Ways?" Zhong Yang frowned after hearing this, and looked up at the huge stone gate: "Strange, there are also thirteen Ways here..."

"I heard from my master that this pattern may be the divine channel pattern. It is transformed by the magical powers of the Red Dragon True Man after he sat and transformed into a body of magical powers. Thirteen patterns representing the thirteen great magical powers that the Red Dragon True Man cultivated in his life..."

"Wait..." Zhong Yang heard this, his eyes slowly opened: "So, wouldn't it mean that behind this stone gate there was a monk who was no less than the Red Dragon True Man?"

"Then I don't know..."

After a silence in the mountain belly, Zhong Yang suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Go in and take a look!"

Already here, Wang Jing naturally didn't want to return empty-handed, so hesitated for a moment and followed him to the stone gate.

The protection of the stone gate is not complicated, it is just a small Five Elements Golden Lock Formation. Both of them are the best among the cultivators of the same generation. The Qianshan Sect, where Wang Jing came from, is famous for its formations and divine talismans. One breaks the formation and the other helps. In just half an hour, this small Five Elements Golden Lock Formation was opened by Wang Jing. Then a "crack" sound came, and the huge stone gate was slowly opened...

Then, the moment suddenly became clear...

"What an underground palace!" Zhong Yang, as the true master of the Netherworld Sect, had seen no one hundred or eighty underground palaces in decades. However, when the huge stone gate slowly opened, Zhong Yang couldn't help but exclaim.

Even Zhong Yang only saw this underground palace of this size...

At first glance, it looks like an underground city. The city walls as high as a hundred feet high are mottled and vicissitudes, engraved with traces of time. After passing through the city gate, there is an extremely wide avenue that can accommodate more than a dozen carriages passing side by side. This is a scale that even Wanghai City does not have.

There are all rooms and shops on both sides of the avenue. Looking forward along the avenue, you can clearly see that a black palace stands in the center of the city. Through the misty mist, it is like a black giant beast entrenching there...

However, this city, which should be full of prosperity, is floating around with green ghost fires, and the air is filled with mist, making the entire city look extremely gloomy...

"It seems you have to be careful..." Zhong Yang swallowed with difficulty. After thinking about it, he showed the phantom of the ghost king in his own life, and then walked slowly along the avenue.

"etc!"

However, as soon as Zhong Yang's footsteps moved, Wang Jing behind him exclaimed...

"What are you doing with fuss..."

Zhong Yang subconsciously mocked him, but before he could finish this sentence, the little ghost king of the Netherworld Sect suddenly showed a little surprise on his face. The two of them rushed towards a house next to him at the same time. As soon as Wang Jing moved, a lightning light had already fallen, and it was not biased, just blocking Zong Yang behind him...

"Damn..." Zong Yang immediately cursed and sweared, but unfortunately it was too late. However, when he was a little stunned, Wang Jing had already flashed into the house...

There was nothing in the house, but a weed in the corner of the wall exuded a ghostly spirit...

"Sure!" Wang Jing was immediately delighted, and reached out to grab the grass in his hand. His true energy turned and dispelled the sinister ghost energy. It was strange. As soon as the sinister ghost energy dissipated, the weed suddenly emitted a strange fragrance. Even the sinister ghost king behind Zhong Yang could not help but feel moved when he smelled the strange fragrance...

"It's just a ghost heart grass. As for you to use this trick?" Zhong Yang knew that he couldn't take it away when he saw this situation, so he simply took it back. He just laughed at him a few words: "You Qianshan Sect has only a little success..."

Of course, this is to say to Wang Jing...
Chapter completed!