For now, Jing Yao really looks at the transparent Venerable, there was still a little overflow in the past, but now that she has returned to the basics, she has reached the other side of the Dao, and maybe it will be another realm if she goes further...... Immortals!

The characters in his memory came to Jing Yao's mind one by one, and compared them with today's Mingzun, and finally came to the conclusion that Mingzun could rank among the top three monks he had met in his life, not counting the village chief and Mo Xinyan, even Lin Xiaoyao, who had ascended to the immortal ghost realm, and Lin Haoran, who had ascended thirty years ago, were not opponents.

The metallic handle submerged into the mountain wall, and the floating small 'cloud of sighs' quickly disappeared into the mountain wall, and the remaining four handles were connected into a square, and the circulating Huaguang gradually formed a pattern in the eyes of everyone, which was clearly a three-dimensional picture of the three immortal mountains named Penglai, abbot, and Yingzhou by Huang Xiufeng.

The three-dimensional picture is more delicate, a red curve goes back and forth, frozen in three positions, the ancient characters are reproduced, Jing Yao smacks his tongue, the immortal treasure house, the library pavilion, and the end of the world teleportation array......

The rise of the sect must be composed of exercises and immortal treasures, this is the inheritance of things, it can be said that the core is still there, the sect will have a comeback one day, just like the Sword Sect, let it drift through the wind and rain, the core will not lose the day when the dust will reappear, and all this needs to be inherited.

But Jing Yao was more concerned about whether Mingzun would press the remaining four handles in turn, he was going to do that, no one really stopped him, the two Mahayana monks could learn from the previous car, who would dare to make a mistake.

Huang Xiufeng had a bitter word, cursing Mingzun for stealing the fruits of victory, this is the inheritance of Lao Tzu's gift from Lao Tzu, and you are not my son, why should you let you inherit it? But he can only suppress the curse in his heart, and pretend to be casual.

In fact, Huang Xiufeng was also wondering, it was easy for Ming Zun to recognize Jing Yao, but how could the old thing recognize himself?

He couldn't read the ancient characters, he knew Jing Yao very well, and he knew that the old thing was closer to the last step.

Huang Xiufeng was as anxious as an ant on an oil pot, but his body was a little cooler than ice and snow, and he was very good at cultivating qi, and even pretended to be more casual than Jing Yao......

Everyone was looking at the floating illusory picture, Huang Xiufeng wanted to make a desperate move several times, but he also understood that his hands couldn't change anything, maybe Mingzun would think he was in the way, and directly chopped off his hands and feet......

Jing Yao was secretly melancholy, she knew that there were two ways to control the Demon God Temple, each of which was too strong for Ming Zun to put into action.

Zhao Tianji looked at the three-dimensional picture, his eyes lit up, and he sighed: "No wonder I can't search for it, only by looking at the three islands as a whole can I obtain the real immortal treasure." ”

He didn't understand what the treasure of the demon god was, thinking that it was just a relic of some ancient power, and he sighed with words.

Compared to Zhao Tianji, the facial expression of the demon cultivator is even more indescribable.

Penglai Mishima was the target of their search at the beginning, and finally missed here because of a joke played by fate, when they returned to the original point, there were already strong people rushing to share the soup, and there will be more and more strong people coming, they are alone, and the best result is nothing more than hiding in the turtle boat to get back to the Eastern Regions.

Suddenly, the sound of messy footsteps coming out of the entrance of the tunnel was so loud that it was as if they were afraid that the people inside would not know that they were coming.

Jing Yao activated the Dao Heart Qingming Technique, and through the distance, he recognized that there was another group of Eastern Regions demon cultivators, and roughly estimated that there were two hundred, all out of body realms...... However, everyone was injured, obviously just after a vicious fight, but Liu Mengli was nowhere to be seen.

The faces of the strong men were solemn, and the number of demon cultivators gathered more and more, and then there was inevitably a fierce battle, five hundred out-of-body monks joined forces, and the Mahayana monks also had a headache when they saw it.

Only Mingzun's expression was the same as usual, three hundred, five hundred for him...... Or a thousand, it's nothing, quantity and quality are two different things.

Suddenly, Zhou Zongshen took advantage of the moment of his companion's arrival, stretched out his hand and pressed it like electricity on the handle representing the earth attribute, and Jing Yao almost laughed out loud when she saw it clearly.

The reason is that Ming Zun pressed the metal handle first, wanted to control the Demon God Temple, and pressed it all the way along the direction, and it was a great success, Jing Yao had been worried that Ming Zun would not have a whim to go over one by one, but because Zhou Zongshen pressed the handle of the earth attribute, the rhythm was completely disrupted.

However, now the time seems to have just passed a moment, that is to say, Zhou Zongshen's nonsense has led the deviated direction back to the right track, Jing Yao's face turned dark, thinking of the people who didn't know the ancient script, no one knew how to press the right way, and then returned to calm.

Variable accidents always catch people off guard, and not long after the handle of the earth attribute was recessed, a row of ancient characters floated out, and it was written: Turning Point of Fate!

At the moment when Jing Yao's eyes widened, the handles of the three attributes began to rotate, forming a triangular pattern, with a glass-colored button in the center, and an ancient text also emerged:

"I'm sorry, I made a lot of preparations, I always feel that I have neglected something, and then I realized that time is the executioner who buries all cause and effect, if you have worked so hard to come here, and you happen to be my successor, then I can only tell you that the previous efforts are in vain, don't be in a hurry to get angry, press the button now, don't pay attention to any tricks and methods, you will get all the gifts of the contemptible people. ”

There is also a small paragraph at the end: "Bigotry is the original sin, because bigotry I have repeatedly missed." ”

Jing Yao rubbed her eyebrows, it was hard to believe that this was the inner monologue of the demon god, it was simply a deep well ice that did not follow common sense.

Jing Yao, who thought that she could sit back and relax, had to raise her heart to her throat, and the corner of her eye glanced at Mingzun without hints, are you old thing just looking at Zhou Zongshen Hulai?

Mingzun didn't know Jing Yao's gaze at all, and was looking at the glass-colored button with great interest at the moment.

Now, no matter how stupid everyone is, most of them have guessed the key, the glass-colored button is the lighthouse leading to the treasure of the demon god, but because of each other's containment, no one risked angering everyone and pressed the button that represented the key.

A big hand seemed to come from outside the sky, a slap was clasped on Zhou Zongshen's neck, and he smashed it against the mountain wall, and the gray robe of the Zhao clan finally forced out the dark energy left in Mingzun's body, and just saw Zhou Zongshen sneaking in the direction of the button, full of anger directly on Zhou Zongshen.

The Mahayana monk's hateful blow, Zhou Zongshen did not collapse on the spot, it was a blessing, the atmosphere immediately became tense, the two demon cultivators hurriedly helped up Zhou Zongshen, whose life and death were uncertain, and the other demon cultivators put on a fighting posture and stared at the gray-robed power.

Mingzun simply took a few steps forward, looked at the glass button, and clicked it up without hurry, his expression was even thicker, and his gaze shifted from the button to the ancient characters......