Chapter Eighty: True? False?

  If it weren't for that golden brocade box, perhaps Feng Ling Lao Dao would still be thinking of saving people. Because both were just Qi refining masters, if they separated, in this city of futile death, it would be absolutely impossible to take a step. However, the appearance of the golden brocade box solved this problem.

  Because of the things in the golden brocade box, it must be the Unworldly Spirit Dan. If he gets the Spirit Dan, Feng Ling Lao Dao's cultivation will probably break through to the Scattered Immortal in an instant. At that time, using the insights recorded on the bamboo slips to cross the tribulation, crossing the tribulation is almost a sure thing.

  Feng Ling Lao Dao was originally unwilling to be inferior to others, otherwise he would not have hidden in the mortal world for the sake of worldly eyes.

  The old Daoist was extremely fast, but the black demonic dog was even faster. Just as his right hand was about to touch the golden scroll, the dog flashed over and its massive jaws, filled with black flames, bit down towards his arm.

  "Ah......" The old Taoist let out a miserable cry and flew backward in retreat.

  He was just in the Refining Qi realm, how could he dodge the demon dog's attack?

  In an instant, Feng Ling's entire right arm was bitten off by the demonic dog. The severed arm was consumed by demonic flames and turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

  The demon dog bit off Feng Ling's right arm and stopped beside Bai Xu Dao Ren, letting out a low growl.

  BOOM!!

  After a brief moment of silence, it finally arrived. The originally flat leather scroll suddenly burst open with a loud noise, turning into fragments and drifting through the air.

  A misty dragonfly flew out from within, its powerful aura sweeping across.

  Heavily injured Xiao Zuezi directed this scene, maniacally laughing "Haha, Wumozuo, I didn't expect it to be the real Wumozuo! My ancestors were indeed not deceiving me! With this thing, everything here is mine! Fengling Old Ghost, you are no longer useful, go die!"

  The Fog Demon is a sealed evil spirit from the heyday of Xiao Juezi's ancestors. Its power is extremely formidable, but unfortunately, it can only be summoned once and lasts for only two hours.

  It's precisely because of this that Xiao Juezi brought Feng Ling Lao Dao along, as in his view, cooperating with Feng Ling Lao Dao is risky but still within his control. Feng Ling Lao Dao's cultivation is roughly on the same level as his, so even if something unexpected happens, it would still be within his grasp. However, if their cooperation partner were to become some stray immortal, he would find himself at an absolute disadvantage. Moreover, once that stray immortal learns about the true map in his possession, their first move might very well be to silence him permanently.

  A misty dragon roared in the air and spat out a big mouthful.

  A cold mist suddenly enveloped Feng Ling's old path.

  "Xiao Juezi, you want to burn the bridge after crossing the river!" Feng Ling Lao Dao was shocked and furious. After being swallowed by the demonic dog and losing an arm, he was severely injured, to the point where he couldn't even move his magical instrument in his hand. Facing the howling mist that was approaching him, he couldn't even dodge.

  "You old ghost, didn't you just want to monopolize the treasure? I'll send you on your way now and let you go see the Old Immortal of the Yellow Spring." Xiao Juezi's face twisted into a ferocious expression.

  Man dies for wealth, birds perish for food.

  Faced with wealth and treasure, humanity's greedy side erupts.

  Feng Ling Lao Dao struggled constantly, but the sealed mist demon in the skin scroll was too powerful. With his strength, he couldn't compete for control of the fog at all. As he struggled, Feng Ling Lao Dao's aura grew weaker and weaker until it completely disappeared...

  "Kill that demon dog for me!"

  The fog demon twisted in mid-air for a moment before turning into a long mist that wrapped itself around the demonic dog.

  The hellhound let out a low growl and flames reappeared in its mouth.

  A huge black fireball shot out from the mouth of the demonic dog...

  When the fog demon entwined the magic dog, Xiao Juezi struggled to get up, suppressing his injuries, and walked over to retrieve Feng Ling's storage bag. He then picked up the canister-shaped ultimate treasure that had rolled aside and put it away as well.

  "These things are all mine!" Xiao Juezi kicked Wind Ling Lao Dao a glance, and limped towards the seated Daoren.

  The demon dog saw this and let out a loud roar, wanting to stop it, but was soon entwined by the fog demon python.

  "Huangquan Baodian......" Xiao Juezi walked to the side of Bai Xu Dao Ren and grabbed the treasure that was floating in mid-air with one hand.

  Suddenly, golden light flourished greatly.

  On the golden treasure book, a strange power emanated, breaking free from Xiao Zhi's hand, flying into the air, and turning page by page. At the same time, the bamboo slips and golden brocade box next to it also flew up, refining into a piece in mid-air.

  Row upon row of golden ancient characters began to emerge...

  I, Huang Quan! Have suppressed this demon for over 8,000 years, yet could not annihilate it. Met an ancient immortal, divided its bones, flesh and soul, left the three treasures, divided and suppressed them. If later generations see this, be extremely cautious not to release it...

  Xiao Juezi's face changed drastically!

  "This is not the Huangquan Treasure Book!" At the same time, his gaze turned to the golden brocade box, only to find that it was also empty, and there wasn't a single word on the bamboo slips.

  At this moment, the white-bearded Taoist's head, which had been hanging low, slightly trembled. Immediately afterwards, a black aura burst out from his dantian, forming a black whirlpool...

  The terrifying aura directly sent Xiao Juezi flying out.

  The whirlpool spun stronger and stronger, but after a few breaths, it connected heaven and earth.

  Endless darkness, begins to distort!

  The demon dog saw this and let out a loud roar, abandoning the misty python and pouncing on the white-bearded Taoist.

  Hehe.......

  A burst of ear-piercing laughter shook heaven and earth. The white-bearded Taoist's hanging head moved slightly.

  The demon dog was extremely fast, but just as it was about to bite the white-bearded Taoist, a withered hand suddenly rose and easily pinched it.

  Pfft!!

  A dark aura surrounded the withered palm, transforming into a vortex-shaped blade that directly sliced the demonic dog into fragments, threads of bloody mist began to merge into the body of the white-bearded Daoist.

  "Huang Quan, you're finally dead..." The white-bearded Taoist slowly lifted his head and opened his eyes.

  Inside the eye socket, there is no eyeball!

  This body was actually a flesh without skeleton.

  "Haha!! Without you, can this dark prison still hold me?" The Daoist wobbled as he stood up, his body seemingly on the verge of toppling over at any moment due to the lack of skeletal support.

  However, the terrifying aura that burst out from within was extremely shocking. For a time, the dark sky began to shatter.

  Xiao Juezi's face was dull and stupid, looking at that nameless Taoist priest, his eyes were only left with terror.

  He can't understand why the treasure map left by his ancestors would be wrong?

  "You're the descendant of that person from back then, huh... Although you're a bit weaker, it's better than nothing!" The Taoist's empty eye sockets gazed at Xiao Zue Zi, his withered right hand stretched out, and a vacant aura emanated.

  Darkness compressed, directly turning Xiao Juezi into a bloody mist.

  Along with the nearby Feng Ling Lao Dao's corpse, it was also crushed into a bloody mist, surging towards that strange Taoist.

  The Taoist stood still, closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the moment, took a deep breath, and inhaled the blood mist into his body.

  Space continues to shatter.

  ......

  Ding Yan walked on the street and found that inside the city was desolate, without any living things, not even any demons.

  After turning for a long time, Ding Yan discovered a pitch-black house, which was obviously different from other places. Because the door of this house was dark black, just like that ghostly gate...