Quanmin: I recited the Three Thousand Daozang and became a Celestial Master

Ye Xiang, who was incarnate as a black dragon, had a state of mind and mind of unity of knowledge and action emerging between his brows, and in a single thought, he unfolded the Qimen Dunjia all over his body and escaped to the next level.

Before the demon king on the lower floor could react, he was pressed down hard by the dragon claws. A terrifying power not weaker than rank six erupted, shaking the entire Demon Sealing Well.

Xuanwu Divine Soul looked at Ye Xiang's incarnation as an ancestral dragon, and finally there was a little fluctuation in his eyes with deep and vicissitudes.

Inherited by the ancestor dragon, there is still some faint breath of Qinglong on his body.

The Tianshi road is too complicated.

Under the claws of the dragon, the devil's energy collapsed, and he returned to his original shape, revealing his original appearance.

Kongtong Yin flew over to inhale it, and the Qimen game didn't disappear, and went straight down again in one breath.

In less than 10 minutes, the last Tiankui Demon Monarch was also sealed into the Kongtong seal.

The closer to the last floor, the weaker the strength of these demon kings is, which is why Ye Xiang doesn't plan to continue wasting time, it is meaningless.

The formation seal on the last layer suddenly became more than ten times more complicated.

But for Ye Xiang, there is still not much difference.

The spread of the Qimen Bureau covered all the patterns on the last layer. After the Qimen Bureau was unfolded, the eye of the formation was quickly found, and the whole person disappeared in place immediately.

On the bottom floor, above the black iron coffin with overwhelming demonic energy, Ye Xiang, who was transformed into a black dragon, fell straight down.

It's just that when he was in the air, he turned back to himself, and the white shirt fluttered down, looking around vigilantly.

The layout of the whole floor is very simple, with four stone statues of celestial masters standing in all directions, holding black iron chains in their hands, binding the black iron coffin in the middle.

Moreover, the temperature here is much lower than the temperature above, and the demonic energy that can be seen everywhere is swaying.

Around the coffin, there are also tied red threads, which are square and square, and ancient bells are hung on it.

After Ye Xiang landed, the stagnant water under the coffin rippled slightly.

"It's interesting, are the celestial masters of this generation so weak?"

A clear and casual voice suddenly came from the coffin.

The bells began to shake, and the ripples of the stagnant water began to ripple, and then boiled like boiling water.

Ye Xiang didn't expect the voice to appear without any accidents. The nine-character mantra that had been sealed on Yinggou had been repaired, and the green dragon seal was added, which still made Yinggou escape with a ray of soul imprint.

It is indeed difficult to completely seal this corpse ancestor in Fumo Temple, where the century-old seal has gradually dissipated.

Ye Xiang squinted his eyes slightly. According to the records of Fu Mo Temple, the one sealed in this coffin should be Hou Qing.

The pure sun peach wood sword fell into his hand, and he did not respond to the voice in the coffin, but focused on the surrounding seals.

The runes on the black iron are very weak and need to be rewritten. The runes on the coffin are even weaker, almost worn away by the devilish energy.

These questions are not difficult, and can be rewritten with cinnabar according to the runes recorded by Daozang.

The formation patterns on this level have little effect, because the seals of Fumo Temple are layer by layer, with a total of 110 formation seals, and the entire Fumo Temple itself is the largest seal.

This is why in the past, Celestial Masters still needed to write a seal and stick it on the gate.

Ye Xiang took out the cinnabar and the talisman pen, and re-wrote the rune directly on the chain.

As if feeling this scene, the devilish energy around the coffin suddenly became countless times stronger, and the bells rang.

However, these movements did not affect Ye Xiang at all. After all, if the corpse ancestor could really come out, he would not make these movements.

Ye Xiang calmed down, dipped some cinnabar with a talisman pen, and carefully repaired the runes.

No matter how monstrous the surrounding demon energy is, how deafening the bell is, it has nothing to do with him.

Seeing this scene, Xuanwu Divine Soul nodded in satisfaction.

As expected of the last celestial master, it is surprising to have such a heart at such an age.

The Xuanwu spirit could tell that Ye Xiang hadn't been exposed to Taoist inheritance since he was a child, and there was no one to guide him. It is very rare to be able to get to this point.

"Ugh……"

A helpless sigh sounded in this floor.

A young man with white hair and long hair, slim and satin, slowly appeared on the coffin.

He is handsome, slightly taller than Ye Xiang, and has a great temperament. At first glance, he doesn't look like a corpse ancestor at all, but looks like a kid from a rich family.

The jade flute in his hand looked at Ye Xiang with interest.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about these things. I don't want to go out. There are so many demon kings here. Where can I find such a good place?"

Ye Xiang didn't pay attention to him, but a talisman appeared in his hand, and at the same time, he performed 72 earth evil methods and avatars.

After the talisman dissipated, a clone exactly like him appeared, took the talisman pen in Ye Xiang's hand, and continued writing.

Hou Qing watched this scene quietly, without any intention of stopping it.

He also joked: "Your handwriting is pretty good. It is more neat than those written by heavenly masters in the past. There are no typos and loopholes. It is a bit interesting."

Ye Xiang wrote it according to the seal runes recorded in Daozang, so there is naturally no mistake.

He raised his head, looked at the other party and asked, "Houqing?"

After hearing this, Hou Qing straightened his collar and smiled slightly.

"It's down."

"I can feel the aura of winning on you. Interesting. Has she come out?"

"She didn't, she was sealed again by me." Ye Xiang looked at Hou Qing and responded indifferently.

Hou Qing acted as if he didn't hear the last sentence, and looked a little regretful, "It's a pity, I thought I could see my old friend."

He waved his hand and took out a gossip compass, a generation of corpse ancestors, who can actually calculate.

But I don't know if it's just pretending, but after taking a look, Hou Qing put away the compass and said: "Actually, it's useless for you to restore the seals again. At most five years, these seals will be useless."

"Why do you bother, little friend Tianshi?"

Ye Xiang looked at him quietly for a long time before saying: "Can't you do the math? Do the math?"

Hou Qing couldn't help laughing.

The eyes turned blood red, but returned to normal after only a moment.

"Interesting, really interesting."

"How about this, little friend Tianshi, how about we make a bet?"

"Not interested." Ye Xiang refused directly.

"You can listen to it first, what if you agree?"

Hou Qing stepped down from the coffin and came to Ye Xiang's body step by step, within the range of the red rope bell of course.

The magic energy is restrained cleanly, and it looks very harmless to humans and animals.

Even in perception, he couldn't feel that the guy in front of him was a threat to him.

But the more this happened, the more vigilant Ye Xiang became.

The opponent is the corpse ancestor!

How could there be no threat?

That's the biggest problem.

Hou Qing looked at Ye Xiang, and the more he looked, the more startled he became.

"As expected of the last celestial master, such fundamental aptitude and potential are indeed amazing."

But what he didn't know was that Ye Xiang's aptitude was due to cultivating a human immortal body.