Chapter 339 Tianhua Secret Technique!

Daoxuan ignored him and turned to look out the window, feeling endless confusion.

The sun is gradually setting.

As the burning sensation around Murong Ji slowly subsided, he came to his senses and realized that the entire charity cemetery had become a mess, and almost all the places where sunlight could penetrate were melted by the burning.

"Grandpa! Did you remember it wrongly? Is there really a house here?"

"More than a decade ago, your father and I came to Xiangzhou and passed by here. I remember it clearly. There is a house here, there is no doubt about it."

Daoxuan's pupils shrank, and he looked at Tian Buyi. Neither of them had expected that someone would come here!

Suddenly, Daoxuan pointed his finger at Tian Buyi, and Tian Buyi collapsed to the ground in an instant. Tian Buyi was about to remind the people outside, but before he could open his mouth, he lost consciousness.

Daoxuan looked at Tian Buyi who had died again, frowned, picked up Tian Buyi and put him into the coffin.

I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and then slowly disappearing.

Xiao Huan stood in front of the house, looking puzzled, and wiped the sweat off her face: "Grandpa, don't you think it's hot here? It feels like entering a furnace."

“I don’t think so.”

Zhou Yixian took a step forward, and in an instant, sweat began to rise from his body. His beard and hair were a little burnt.

"Oh my goodness! What the hell!"

When the two of them came in, it was as if they had broken through some kind of barrier. In an instant, the heat wave dissipated, and within a few breaths, it returned to normal temperature.

"Weird! Really weird, this isn't any special terrain! Why..."

Zhou Xiaohuan looked at the room in front of her and frowned slightly, "Master, look at the furnishings here, have you seen them somewhere before? Why do I feel..."

Taoist Wild Dog looked at it carefully but couldn't figure out what it was. He shook his head and didn't say much. He had the same feeling as Xiaohuan, which was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Zhou Yixian was a little annoyed, as he had encountered something strange that he had never seen before. "It's been so many years, I don't even remember it. How could you have been here?" He flicked his sleeves and walked towards the house.

Xiaohuan followed behind, looked around, and felt inexplicably frightened.

Suddenly, Zhou Xiaohuan was stunned, "Ah!"

This shout scared the two men, and the Wild Dog Taoist immediately took out his magic weapon.

Zhou Yixian held his chest and said, "Why are you so startled?"

Zhou Xiaohuan pointed to the sky and motioned them to look.

When the two looked up, they were stunned for a moment. The moonlight was like water, and the starlight was like ice, slowly converging and turning into thin silk threads, constantly flowing in.

"Grandpa, what on earth is this?"

Zhou Yixian ignored the two and looked up in astonishment, "Could there be some kind of heaven-defying magic weapon in this place?!"

Thinking of this, Zhou Yixian instantly perked up, his eyes lit up, and he watched those thin rays of light slowly converging towards him.

Then he followed them into the house. Wild Dog Taoist and Zhou Xiaohuan quickly followed.

As soon as he entered the house and took a glance, Zhou Xiaohuan was startled, and trembled subconsciously, his voice trembling, "Yi, Yi Zhuang? Grandpa, what kind of crappy place are you looking for!"

Zhou Yixian was startled, and his face instantly became stiff.

"Grandpa! Look at the lousy road you're leading. The last time we were in Heyang City, you... If it weren't for Brother Murong, we would have died long ago!"

Zhou Yixian was too lazy to pay attention and casually said, "That's at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. The Qingyun disciples on the mountain will never watch if there are demons causing trouble at the foot of the mountain."

Following the light, he saw a coffin. Zhou Yixian's face froze, "Could it be some invincible demon?! Absorbing the moonlight and starlight?"

"Puh, puh, puh! Grandpa, please stop talking nonsense. Let's go!"

Zhou Yixian felt somewhat unwilling as he watched the strands of silk thread sink into the coffin. After thinking for a while, he walked forward.

"grandfather!"

Zhou Yixian paused, somewhat helplessly, "Look at you, a master of the Zhiyang realm, how dare you be so timid."

"What's wrong with being timid~" Xiaohuan was a little angry. She stomped her feet with a bitter face. As for what, he was just poking at her weakness.

I hugged my arms and rubbed them. I didn't know when I started to feel cold again.

Zhou Yixian walked to the side of the coffin, looked inside, and was stunned for a moment, "Why is it you!"

A cry of surprise instantly attracted the attention of both of them. Wild Dog Taoist stepped forward to take a look, and his pupils suddenly shrank, "It's you!"

Zhou Xiaohuan swallowed her saliva. This was just a suspenseful move. She wanted to go forward but didn't dare. After hesitating for a long time, she said, "You can't lie to me!"

He moved cautiously, walked behind Zhou Yixian, and slightly stuck his head out, and saw Murong Ji in the coffin.

With a look of astonishment, "Brother Murong?!"

He walked out from behind Zhou Yixian, and seeing that he didn't respond, he went forward to help him up.

"do not move!"

"What's wrong, Grandpa?"

Zhou Yixian picked up a wooden stick and poked it towards the coffin. In an instant, the stick was frozen with a layer of ice. Zhou Yixian shook it, and the other half of the stick broke into ice crystals and slowly fell to the ground, melting slowly.

"How come... there are no sawdust?! Grandpa..."

There are many ice-related spells, most of which are based on the principle that objects will become brittle after being frozen. Another type of spell is to attack and injure people with the cold air that is as cold as skin and tarsus.

The current situation is really beyond their understanding.

Zhou Yixian did not speak. He looked at Murong Ji's current state with great seriousness and thought quietly, "I seem to have seen this situation somewhere..."

"Ah? Have you seen Grandpa?"

Zhou Yixian nodded and said, "I forgot where it is. Let me think about it."

"Look, is he practicing the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao method?"

Zhou Yixian said to the Wild Dog Taoist, "Of course, how can a disciple of Qingyun Sect not be a Taixuanqing Taoist?"

Suddenly, Zhou Yixian's pupils shrank, and he finally understood what the Wild Dog Taoist meant. The Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism did not have such a heaven-defying power!

In an instant, a message flashed through his mind!
"Tianhua Secret Technique!"

Zhou Yixian looked down again, but his heart and eyes were full of doubts, "That's not right! The Tianhua clan was destroyed long ago! Moreover, this kid has a clean background, how could he be related to the Tianhua clan!"

Zhou Yixian paused, and instantly remembered the time when Murong Ji asked him about the sword... "This kid, this kid is incredible!"

"What happened to Grandpa? And what is the Tianhua secret technique?"

Zhou Yixian looked solemn as he looked at Murong Ji and said, "Legend has it that in ancient times, the ancestors of the human race went through hundreds of generations of sacrifices and sacrifices to nurture the nine great gods, and relied on the boundless power of the nine gods."

"He killed countless ancient gods and created a living space for the human race. Tianhua is one of the nine gods."

"Later, for unknown reasons, the war broke out again, the gods were destroyed, and the human race was massacred." Speaking of this, Zhou Yixian frowned slightly, as if he was recalling something.

"Grandpa, what happened next? What does this have to do with Brother Murong?"

Zhou Yixian came back to his senses. "The Tianhua clan was the one that was destroyed. It is said that the Tianhua secret technique is immortal. If you continue to practice it, you can live forever..."

"Grandpa, you're getting more and more ridiculous. If they are really immortal, how did the Tianhua clan perish?"

Zhou Yixian raised his beard and muttered, "That's why I'm confused." Then he reacted, "Who told you that the Tianhua clan was destroyed? You also saw the beast god on Qingyun Mountain."

"That method of gathering evil spirits has some traces of Tianhua's secret technique! I guess that witch Linglong is even from the ancient witch clan, that is... Oh my god!"

Zhou Yixian felt a pain in his foot and looked down. The frost on the ground was still spreading. During the time they were talking, it had already eroded Zhou Yixian's flagpole, causing him to lose his balance.

Taoist Wild Dog quickly caught Zhou Yixian and prevented him from falling into the coffin and dying.

"Let's get out first! It's too terrible here. I'm afraid something has happened to Murong Ji. Otherwise, how could he..."

The Wild Dog Taoist carried Zhou Yixian away for a long distance. When the three of them walked out of the charity cemetery, they looked up and saw that there seemed to be an inexplicable rhythm in the sky.

The silver lines of varying thickness seem to have drawn a picture scroll, and this picture scroll depicts the ancient world.

"It's so beautiful!" Xiaohuan's face was intoxicated. This kind of beauty is the rhythm of heaven and earth.

"Beauty?! The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is. This is a formation that absorbs spiritual energy and evil spirits from all directions of heaven and earth. It looks like moonlight and starlight, but in fact, it is murderous."

"If I had fallen into Murong's coffin just now, I would probably have nothing left at this moment." Zhou Yixian looked back at the coffin and sighed softly.

"Although the Tianhua secret technique is powerful, it is too damaging to the harmony of heaven. What Murong boy has restrained is the foundation of heaven and earth. He will be punished by heaven."

"Grandpa, you are not kidding, it's so dark in the night..."

"Crack!" A bolt of lightning struck.

"what!"

Zhou Xiaohuan closed her eyes tightly, and in panic, she grabbed a few handfuls randomly and directly pulled out Zhou Yixian's beard.

"Ouch! You girl!"

Before I knew it, the sky had darkened, and it was pitch black for countless centuries, so dark that I couldn't even see the human figures...

"Grandpa, it's getting more and more scary here, let's go quickly."

Zhou Yixian was helpless. He was frightened by her last time when they met in Heyang City. He couldn't understand why a master in Zhiyang Realm could improve his cultivation by leaps and bounds since he practiced the Jade Incense Burning Technique.

In just a few months, he had advanced from the seventh level of Shaoyang to the first level of Zhiyang.

You are all accomplished monks now. Even the most ferocious ghosts should avoid you. But now, you are avoiding the ghosts...

"Grandpa~" Zhou Xiaohuan kept shaking Zhou Yixian's arm.

"Okay, okay, stop shaking. You're shaking my old bones apart. Let's move to another place."

As soon as Zhou Yixian stood up, he froze instantly.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you again?" Zhou Xiaohuan followed Zhou Yixian's gaze and suddenly froze.

(End of this chapter)