Chapter 12 Lingzun Palace!

Looking from a distance, Fubo Mountain is getting darker as it goes upwards. When it reaches the back of the mountain, it is as dark as ink. When standing at the foot of the mountain, it seems that the sky is covered with black air, giving people a strong sense of oppression. But at this moment, Nie Kong's vision suddenly became clear.

The increasingly thicker black layer did not merge into the grass and trees of the mountain, but floated quietly in the void, with a distance of dozens of meters from the ground. The most peculiar thing was that the black air shrouded above Fubo Mountain did not hinder the light outside from transmitting in at all.

If you don’t consider the black gas, from the surface, Fubo Mountain is basically not very different from the mountains elsewhere. It’s just that there are many black plants and trees in the emerald green mountains.

However, this is not the case in Nie Kong's heart.

Now that he is in Fubo Mountain, Nie Kong can sense the fluctuations of life and death energy around him more clearly. In Nie Kong's feeling, the vitality concentration of this Fubo Mountain is at least ten times that of the outside, and it is almost comparable to the cold current of the ancient cave of the Senluo Cave of Lingyu City. Of course, there is still a big gap compared to the pure Yinxu spiritual vein.

If you just absorb vitality, Fubo Mountain is naturally not as good as Lingyu City, but the concentration of dead energy here is comparable to that of vitality. The two are in a wonderful balance, but this is something that Lingyu City cannot match anyway.

"It's indeed a good place to practice!"

Nie Kong couldn't help but smile on his face.

Almost at the same time, there were a series of exclamations around. The young and children made their first visit to Fubo Mountain. When they saw such a strange scenery, they all opened their eyes round. This time, even Huangshan, a strong man with a very mature appearance, was no exception.

After a while, everyone came to their senses and, under the guidance of Lin Jun and Yan Xiong, walked up the wide stone steps ahead to the mountain. Along the way, pavilions and towers were visible from time to time, and occasionally one or two Fubo Mountain disciples could be seen in the mountains.

Seeing Lin Jun and Yan Xiong introducing the surrounding environment with a kind face, the young and children forgot about their fatigue and chattered excitedly. Nie Kong had no interest in chatting with these children, but just kept the surrounding place names in his heart and sensed the breath around him.

"Dou!"

Suddenly, a clear bell rang at the hillside, and in an instant, it spread throughout the entire Fubo Mountain. The loud sound made the children's ears buzz, and the squeak in their mouths stopped abruptly, looking at each other, with amazement in their eyes.

"Let's hurry up."

Lin Jun raised his eyes and looked at the mountainside and smiled, "This is the sect leader who is summoning other uncles and uncles. They will select disciples from you later. Everyone will be more energetic."

The young children felt relieved, and then they felt like they were injected with chicken blood, and they were quickened, making Nie Kong laugh.

On the mountainside, an exquisite temple is hidden among the lush forests, and this is the Lingzun Hall.

When the bell rang, there were only two figures sitting in the wide hall, which seemed empty. Among the two, the bald old man was Yan Luo who had just returned to Fubo Mountain. The other man had a clear appearance and a thin body. He was Zhuo Yue, the leader of the low-level sect of Fubo Mountain.

At this time, both of them looked extremely gloomy.

"The Heart-Devouring Sect, the Wind Valley, and the Yinhun Sect are really too much!"

Zhuo Yue remained silent for a while, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. A string of dark characters were revealed from his mouth, and anger appeared in his tone.

Yan Luo didn't say anything. In fact, what was even more excessive should be the "Black God Sect".

But he and Zhuo Yue could only curse in their hearts. "Black God Sect" is the upper sect of Fubo Mountain, and is powerful and can easily destroy Fubo Mountain.

Not to mention that the Black God Sect just indulges the Heart-Devouring Sect, the Liefeng Valley and the Yinhun Sect suppress Fubo Mountain, even if it does something too much, Fubo Mountain will be helpless.

In the underworld, as a low-level sect in the lower sect, the status is similar to that of a slave. Of course, if the Black God Sect is promoted to a higher-level sect and Fuboshan is promoted to a mid-level sect, even though the two are still in the relationship between the upper and lower sects, the situation will be different again.

"Swoosh!Swoosh!"

A slight sound of breaking through the air sounded, and two more figures entered the Lingzun Palace. The two of them were about the same age as Zhuo Yue and Yan Luo. They were just fat and looked kind-hearted and beautiful. There was a striking scar on the left cheek, which was extremely ferocious.

After entering the hall, the two of them respectfully gave a deep bow to the jade carving worshipped in the Lingzun Hall, and then saluted Zhuo Yue.

At this time, Yan Luo had already stood up and smiled and said, "Senior Brother Miluo! Senior Brother Feng Hu!"

Miluo waved his chubby palm, sat down opposite Yan Luo and grinned and said, "Junior Brother Yan, did you find a little guy with good qualifications when you went to Shuiyun Town this time? The last time I was snatched away by you and the Sect Master. I must share one of them today."

Feng Hu's eyes also showed a slight concern.

Yan Luo smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry, two senior brothers, you will see them soon... Oh, they have arrived." Hearing his words, Miluo and Feng Hu's eyes quickly looked out of the hall, and the figures of more than a dozen people suddenly entered their sight...

...

Lin Jun and Yan Xiong led the way, and Nie Kong and others finally arrived outside the Lingzun Hall on the side of the mountain. When they arrived at this location, the top of their heads was pitch black, and the concentration of death had reached several times that of the foot of the mountain, and the concentration of vitality had also increased accordingly.

From this mountainside to the top, there are hundreds of meters, and the concentration of vitality and death will probably increase. When I glance at the top of Fubo Mountain, Nie Kong's footsteps moved forward, and soon entered the Spirit Palace with the young children who became restrained and respectful.

The moment they entered the hall, the first thing they saw was not Zhuo Yue, Miluo, Feng Hu and Yan Luo sitting in the hall, but the jade carving enshrined in the hall.

"Uh? That's..."

Huang Shan and others continued to move forward without any awareness, but Nie Kong's heart jumped slightly. In the Yinxu Dayan Hall, the spiritual thought of the "Dayan Spirit Lord" had transformed into a beautiful woman, and her appearance was exactly the same as the face of the jade carving in front of her.

Nie Kong suddenly woke up. The Fubo Mountain Spirit Lord Hall worshipped the spiritual god "Dayan Spirit Lord" in the underworld! He felt that the eyes of the four people in the hall were all scanning the eyes, Nie Kong did not dare to look at it anymore, so he hurriedly calmed down his mind, and a trace of respect appeared on his face.

After a moment, Nie Kong was speechless. The low-level sect was a low-level sect, and his strength was indeed pitifully weak. The four people here thought they were the strongest figures in Fubo Mountain, and none of them could give Nie Kong a mysterious feeling.

This means that they are probably only fifth-level black spirit masters. The fifth-level is only equivalent to the spirit control realm of the Tianling Continent.

The Nie family in Jiyang, where Nie Kong came from, can be regarded as one of the five major clans of the Dacheng Empire, and the Nie family is a bit too short of it in the entire Tianling Continent. But despite this, among the nine elders of the Nie family, even the ninth elder with the lowest cultivation level is extremely close to Xu Ling, and the second elder is already a cave spirit master. As for the great elder Nie Shengong, it may not take long to break through to the heavenly spirit realm. In contrast, Fuboshan, who only has four fifth-level black spirit masters, is a bit unworthy of carrying shoes to the Nie family.

Of course, after being speechless, Nie Kong would not underestimate the black spirit master here. The lower-level sects in the underworld are said to be thousands, with a huge base, and are at the bottom of the sect pyramid. The higher the rank, the smaller the number of sects, and their strength is constantly doubling in geometric multiples. The super-level sects here should be comparable to the spiritual master holy places such as Moro Holy Mountain and Lingyu City.

"Let's start!"

Zhuo Yue's eyes swept across everyone, and finally landed on Nie Kong. He paused slightly, then waved helplessly, then closed his eyes and said.

Miluo looked at Lin Jun and laughed: "Lin Jun, take out your 'Mo Ming Bead' and let these little guys come one by one."

"yes."

Lin Jun hurriedly opened the wooden box in his arms and held the Mo Mingzhu in his hand. Under Yan Xiong's arrangement, the young and children were arranged in a row with nervousness and expectation.

"Buzz!"

The first young man put his hand on it, and the Mo Ming Bead only swelled twice.

Seeing this scene, Miluo waved his hand with a smile: "Let this little guy be left to Junior Brother Yan Luo, next one."

The second person, Mo Mingzhu still only expanded twice!

"Next!"

"Next!"

“…”

By the fifth person, the smile on Miro's fat face had already calmed down. By the ninth person, his face had become quite ugly. Although Feng Hu, who was sitting next to him, never made any noise, his brows became tighter and tighter, which was obviously very dissatisfied.

"Next."

Milu waved his hand in frustration, looked at Yan Luo, and said in a suffocating manner, "Junior Brother Yan, don't anyone have a slightly better qualification?"

Yan Luo touched his bare forehead weakly: "The best is behind."

"oh?"

Miluo was excited and looked at the strong Huangshan behind him, "Come on!" A few seconds later, seeing the "Mo Ming Bead" that had expanded at least eight times, Miluo's eyes lit up, and she smiled like Maitreya Buddha in Nie Kong's previous life, "Little guy, how old are you?"

"eighteen."

"eighteen?"

Mi Luo suddenly hesitated, but Feng Hu next to him suddenly spoke, "Since Senior Brother Mi Luo doesn't want it, then give it to me!"

Thinking of Yan Luo's words, Miluo couldn't help but glance at the last Nie Kong. After a moment, his eyes rolled and he gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "Next...ohoh..."

After a while, Miro screamed and bounced up from the chair, his body trembling with fat, and his eyes stared at the huge black ball with light that exploded, almost unable to believe his eyes. Not only him, but even Feng Gu stood up in a difficult situation.

Zhuo Yue, who had been closing his eyes, also opened his eyelids and looked full of surprise, but in an instant, a deeper regret appeared in his expression.

After a while, Miro blinked his eyes, his face flushed, and he jumped to Nie Kong in joy, grabbed his shoulder, as if he was afraid that the young man would fly away as soon as he let go: "Little guy, what's his name? How old are you?"

"Nie Kong...hehe, it's twenty-one soon." Nie Kong laughed dryly, but the following words were said in Miluo's ear.

“Oh oh oh…”
Chapter completed!