After all, this place is not the Tiandong Immortal Cultivation World. For safety reasons, Ding Xing said a long story short: "My Sect's "Dayun Tianlou Gong" should be the founder of Bai Qiong, who created the Sect. He tampered with it through a fragment of Taoist scriptures. He did not peek at the full picture of this Taoist scripture."

Ji Zhenwei's face was quite bad. She was the kind of old-fashioned monk, and she was more disgusted with her disciples criticizing the founding ancestors.

Dan Ding Xing said the words were concise. If she could not provide evidence of refutation, she would not be able to reprimand. "Do you have obtained the complete Taoist script?"

Ding Xing must have: "I have a "Chonglou Tianlu" here, which consists of twelve volumes of the mind method. The first three volumes are slightly similar to the "Dayun Tianlou Gong" mind method. The other nine volumes are not in the Sutra Library of our sect. Of course, it may be that my identity is limited and I have not been able to witness the entire inheritance of our sect."

After Ding Xing advanced to the Golden Pill and was granted the position of elder, he was already qualified to enter the Qiongtai Sect's Sutra Library and study the Zhensect's martial arts "Dayun Tianlou Gong". The mental method he had observed was only three volumes.

The Zifu monks in the sect do have higher authority and can observe six volumes, but the Qiongtai sect only has six volumes of mental methods, and they are all incomplete versions.

Ji Zhenwei took the bamboo slips provided by Ding Xing and read a brief summary. He immediately looked up and said, "This is the original Taoist collection of the true scriptures. The detailed records of the mind method are not comparable to the "Dayun Tianlou Gong" of our school. The key is that all the twelve volumes of scriptures are complete, which means that if we practice this method alone, we can break through the neck and refine the five qi to the Yuan!"

The six volumes of Tianlou Technique of Qiongtai School are only enough to practice until the Zifu stage, and lack the mental method to impact Chaoyuan. Now that he has obtained the complete scriptures of Ding Xing, Ji Zhenwei feels that he may be able to break through the shackles and further his cultivation level.

In fact, she is already a thousand years old and is not far from sitting in the world. However, "Chonglou Tianlu" is the true teaching of the ancient Taoist sect, and she may not be able to win another chance for herself.

"The scriptures you presented are very good!" Ji Zhenwei looked kind and turned around and pointed at the eight monks in the jade tower:

"They are all prisoners you asked for. Two from the Ice Armor Tribe, two from the Fengchi Tribe, two from the Chongyang Tribe, and two from the Jingting Tribe. They are all relatives of the Zifu monks from Jiusu Xueyuan, and their bloodlines are within three generations."

Ding Xing smiled when he heard this, then walked into the pagoda and swept it over the eight monks, quite satisfied with their identities.

Qiu Sushang was born in the Jingting Tribe. Originally, Ding Xing planned to ask her to donate blood and sacrifice the formation, but now the legitimate monks from the four main departments have gathered together. It doesn’t matter whether they use Qiu Sushang or not, and it does not affect the opening of the sacrifice formation at all.

"I would like to ask Master Ji to give me a magic to wake them up!" Ding Xing bowed to Ji Zhen slightly: "I want them to join forces to preside over a magic array and take a few magic weapons for me!"

In fact, they can also be the main formation during the coma, but after their main formation is finished, they will follow Ji Zhenwei to Tiandong, and all of them will be exchanged back to Jiusu Xueyuan.

Ding Xing needed to let them know one thing. The blood sacrifice array of Jiusu Divine Artifact was revealed by Qiu Suchang, and he voluntarily presided over the formation. He personally stole Jiusu Divine Artifact from the snow field and handed it to Ding Xing.

In this way, Qiu Suchang would never have a place to live in Jiusu Xueyuan.

Even if Qiu Sushang has become free in the future, she wants to go to the snowfield to move troops to grab the human face insects and take revenge on Ding Xing, but she cannot invite the Zi Mansion monks to help.

This is a perfect future.

At this time, Qiu Sushang was almost exhausted. Since Ji Zhenwei drove the jade tower to fly over just now, Qiu Sushang saw the eight monks in the tower, and she felt a sense of despair in her heart.

Before in the Spirit Fire Realm, she taught Ding Xing the Blood Sacrifice Formation. It was originally just a temporary solution, but she really could not have expected that this magic circle would be fully prepared by Ding Xing in just a few days. Where did these prisoners be captured?

She could detect Ji Zhenwei's Purple Mansion Stage Cultivation, but it was impossible for Ji Zhenwei, a monk, to catch people from Jiusu Xueyuan in such a short time.

Has Jiusu Xueyuan been destroyed? She dared not think about it anymore.

At this time, Ji Zhenwei completed the casting of spells, and all the eight monks in the tower woke up. When they opened their eyes, they first saw the blood sacrifice formation arranged in front of them.

"What are you doing?" Ba Xiu shouted nervously: "The blood is lingering on the formation flag. What formation are you setting up?"

"This formation is taught by fellow Daoist Qiu, you might as well ask her!" Ding Xing pointed at Qiu Sushang.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu?" Ba Xiuqi looked at them. They were all noble children from various tribes and were not unfamiliar with Qiu Sushang. When Qiu Sushang disappeared five years ago, they all felt sorry for a long time and did not give up on inquiring about Qiu Sushang.

I didn't expect that when I saw you today, I actually met Qiu Sushang's rebellion and surrender to the enemy.

The two monks from Jingting Tribe were most angry and asked loudly: "Although they did not repel the demon clan, our tribe is still the overlord of the snowfield. Qiu Suchang, you are so trampling on the inside and helping outsiders to murder the same clan, and you are not afraid of being questioned in the future!"

Qiu Suchang couldn't argue, so she simply closed her eyes and ignored them.

After Qiao Xifei arrived at the top of the mountain, she kept paying attention to Qiu Sushang, but she did not ask Ding Xing for her situation. At this time, when Maxiu mentioned her name, she couldn't help but think of a strange thing.

She couldn't help asking Ding Xing: "This woman is Qiu Sushang, the daughter of King Jingting? Uncle Ding, I have followed the teacher to exchange prisoners in Qingyun Yuanting these days. I heard from fellow Taoist Dongqun that you killed Master Qin in the Purple Mansion of the Xuanshuang Tribe in Lingding Changhe five years ago, isn't it true?"

When she mentioned this, the Ba Xiu, who was scolding Qiu Suchang, was silent in an instant.

Five years ago, the death of Master Qin spread throughout the Jiusu Xueyuan, and almost everyone knew it, because Master Qin was invited by Fu Wanjun and Qiu Sushang of the Jingting Tribe to capture the monks who snatched the Chixiao Axe.

The result of that battle caused a sensation in the entire Xueyuan area. Not only Master Qin and Fu Wanjun were killed, Qiu Sushang was suppressed, and the Tianshuang Umbrella, the capital of the Xuanshuang Tribe, was also taken away. Who is the murderer?

Unexpectedly, the "murderer" turned out to be right in front of him, and he was the nameless man with only the mid-stage magic power of the Golden Pill.

Ba Xiuqi looked at Ding Xing together, and they were all stunned for a moment.

Ji Zhenwei raised his eyebrows after hearing his apprentice's question: "Ding Xing, what do you mean by borrowing these eight prisoners?"

The Jiusu Divine Artifact is about to be sacrificed, Ding Xing will not hide it: "Disciple is for the Jiusu Divine Artifact!"

"What!" Ji Zhenwei was already feeling something, and suddenly sent out a magic power to lock the formation flag that was about to be activated: "I will explain it to you first. The old monsters in the purple palace on the snow field have extremely strange methods. Even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can drive the Jiusu divine artifact to defend against the enemy. If you rashly sacrifice the divine artifact here, I can't stop it!"

"Master Ji, don't worry." Ding Xing immediately summoned the Jiusu Axe: "The monks on the snow field only obtained the Jiusu Divine Artifacts, but they lacked the magic tricks of the weapons. When these treasures were summoned, they would no longer be able to control them!

Five years ago, Master Qin cut off his arm to sacrifice to Tianshuang Umbrella in order to kill me. He captured Tianshuang Umbrella from the snow field to the Lingding River through tens of thousands of miles away. As a result, not only could he not kill me, but I controlled Tianshuang Umbrella and killed him in one fell swoop. Therefore, this magic circle will not be risky, so Master Ji can do it!"
Chapter completed!