Chapter 20 Reduced to a Blood Sacrifice

The so-called bathing and changing clothes is actually just changing clothes after taking a shower. Fang Ling felt a little in his heart, but he didn't think too much about it. After all, chess has already reached this point, and going up the mountain is inevitable, and his actions should not arouse Han Juzheng's suspicion, so he thought about taking this opportunity to explore Yue Qing's tone.

Although it is unlikely that he knows where his grandfather was imprisoned, from that place it must be one of the areas where ordinary disciples are forbidden.

Soaked in a large wooden barrel, the slightly cold spring water soaked the whole body, which was quite loose. Fang Ling also clearly felt that the energy of heaven and earth contained in this spring was more than that of ordinary mountain spring water. After all, this place was in the palace of Yizhou. It seemed that even the mountain spring water was touched with some royal aura.

Fang Ling couldn't help but feel a little regretful. In order to travel lightly, he brought the dagger with him in the palace and the fire-patterned corner knife. Otherwise, he could also get some mountain spring water into the cunding trip.

During the bathing process, he kept chatting with Yue Qing who was guarding outside the house, and touched the things on Sanquan Mountain.

Sanquan Mountain is a place where Han Juzheng and his disciples practice, with only one mountain road access. There are 12 palaces on the top of the mountain, as well as the wings where the disciples live, and the prayer tower.

From the lines between Yueqing, the most confidential one among all the prohibited areas is the Prayering Heaven Tower. And every once in a while, the King of Yizhou would come up the mountain and come into the tower to pay homage to Han Juzheng.

Fang Ling felt a faint feeling in his heart, and decided to visit the prayer tower at night tonight.

After taking a bath, he changed into a set of clothes for disciples on the mountain. Fang Ling secretly hid the dagger around his waist. Because the dagger was short, there was no trace. Then he went to the hall to kneel down to worship the immortal sect. According to Yue Qing, this was Han Ju's master in the immortal sect.

After burning incense and praying for a wish, the matter came to an end. Then, under the arrangement of Yue Qing, Fang Ling had a good rest in a room.

In broad daylight, Fang Ling naturally had a good sleep. After all, this was broad daylight. It would be the most unwise to act rashly, and everything would have to wait until after dark.

When the sunset was about to set, Zhang Xiaosheng came outside the wing room, knocked on the door, narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Ling and said, "Young Master Fang, how are you sleeping?"

Faced with Zhang Xiaosheng's contemptuous expression, Fang Ling didn't care at all, but just smiled and said, "It's much more comfortable than the foot of the mountain."

Zhang Xiaosheng smiled inexplicably and said, "Then let's go."

The two left the wing room, but did not go towards the main hall, but headed to the west. That direction was exactly the direction of the Qitian Tower. Fang Ling frowned slightly, and felt a little uneasy in his heart. He tentatively said, "Brother Zhang, where are we going?"

Zhang Xiaosheng said lightly: "The master attaches great importance to your roots and bones, so you need to test your ability so that you can teach your magic. So don't ask anything, and you must perform well later. If you are really attracted to the master, you may accept you as your disciple."

After saying this, Fang Ling's confusion became even greater. What a wise person he is. Zhang Xiaosheng is so narrow-minded. If he really had a good foundation and wanted to be accepted as a disciple by Han Juzheng, he would inevitably sarcastically along the way. However, except for his contemptuous attitude, he did not sarcastically.

Fang Ling thought quickly. Although things were moving in the direction he set, there was no error in one piece, the facts that appeared were not like this. He always felt that there was a little conspiracy.

There was no one on the road, the sunset was falling towards the mountain, the heat of summer gradually dissipated, and the cool breeze came, with a faint murderous intent.

Fang Ling stared at Zhang Xiaosheng's back, and his eyes fell on the knife around his waist and the black bag containing the soul-sucking gourd. At this time, Zhang Xiaosheng was definitely not prepared.

If he is an ordinary master of Qi Fu, Fang Ling is confident that he can solve the battle with the fastest speed, and even bring him severe damage with one blow.

However, at this time, he did not carry a knife, only a dagger. Moreover, if he wanted to give him a severe injury, it meant that the soul-sucking gourd was still in his hands. If he wanted to seize the soul-sucking gourd first, he could not give him a severe injury.

After thinking about it, Fang Ling decided to watch the changes. He said that if he didn't enter the tiger's den, how could he get a tiger's son? When he didn't know where the situation was going, he could only respond to changes with the unchanging.

When he arrived at the destination, Fang Ling was secretly surprised because the place where Zhang Xiaosheng brought him was actually the Prayering Heaven Tower!

Unlike the tower I saw from afar, the shrine in front of the tower was covered with various sculptures of immortal beasts, all of which were as big as a tiger, with different shapes, like living creatures. The Prayering Heaven Tower set off among the many beasts, and suddenly showed some momentum.

Stepping on the stairs to the Qitian Tower, Zhang Xiaosheng pushed the iron door, and with the sound of "crack", gusts of cold wind blew from inside. Even Fang Ling felt that he felt a little creepy.

The first floor tower hall was empty and there was nothing, only a staircase leading to the second floor at the corner, but the terrible feeling of coldness and coldness was like an evil ghost attached to the bone, making people unable to calm down.

Fang Ling took a deep breath and followed Zhang Xiaosheng in. His eyes moved quickly in the tower hall, trying to find out if there was a passage to the underground in the tower.

At the same time, his uneasy mood became stronger and stronger. Although he had long wanted to explore the Heavenly Prayer Tower, he never thought that it would be in this way.

Could it be that Han Juzheng knew the death of his disciple and suspected him? Or was his identity known to Fang Zongao?

However, Fang Ling knew that when he met Han Juzheng, he would definitely know the reason.

When he arrived at the seventh floor, Fang Ling met Han Juzheng. At this time, Han Juzheng turned his back to him, looking at the center of the tower hall. There was a huge copper tripod in the center. The copper tripod was three or four meters high and two or three meters long, and was carved with ancient beast-face patterns.

Under the cauldron, the hot flames were burning, making the temperature in the entire room look like noon.

As soon as he saw this tripod, Fang Ling's heart sank. People in the Immortal Sect need to use a tripod as a carrier for refining weapons and refining alchemy. Of course, there is no need for such a giant tripod. The only explanation is that this is a tripod!

At this time, Han Juzheng had turned around, pointed at the giant tripod and smiled, "Young man, do you know what this is?"

Fang Ling shook his head pretending to be unknown, and his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. There were only Han Juzheng and Zhang Xiaosheng in the tower hall.

Han Juzheng waved to Fang Ling and walked up the third-level stone staircase beside the copper tripod. Fang Ling didn't know what he wanted to do, so he walked over with vigilance.

Han Juzheng said to Zhang Xiaosheng: "Sheng'er, cover the tripod."

Zhang Xiaosheng untied the rope on the stone wall, then pulled it hard, and the cover of the tripod with the rope slowly rose up. A ball of hot fire came out of the tripod, making Fang Ling's face burn. He quickly blocked it with his hand and looked into the tripod with his eyes.

I saw a cluster of flames surrounded by the cauldron. A long staff was inserted into the flames. I don’t know what texture this long staff is, with a color as jade and a bone.

The long staff is not straight, but is curved like a snake. Every curved joint is filled with a round thing, like the skull of a small beast.

Even though there was a raging fire in the cauldron, Fang Ling felt a chill on his back, and even heard a wave of desolate screams in his ears, as if countless unjust souls were suffering from the fire.

Fang Ling couldn't help but breathe heavily, and at the same time glanced at Han Juzheng with his own light. He knew very well that this was another evil magic weapon!

Han Juzheng smiled and said, "Young man, what do you think of this long stick?"

"This younger generation is not clear about it, but it doesn't seem to be a mortal object." Fang Ling guessed.

Han Juzheng smiled and said, "Yes, this is not a mortal object. This is a magic weapon that only people in the Immortal Sect use. This magic weapon is called the My Heart Staff. It is a thing that I spent three years to refine. Once it is refined, the person referred to by this stick will be captured by the Immortal. No matter how powerful the master is, he is just a bird in a cage."

Fang Ling was secretly surprised when he heard this. If this mysterious stick was as powerful as he said, and could charm his mind, it would be a truly amazing evil thing.

Han Juzheng said this and pointed at the head of the stick and smiled: "However, now that the mysterious stick is completely refined, there is still something missing."

Fang Ling looked at the mysterious stick with confusion, and Han Juzheng smiled and said, "There are nine bends on this stick, and each section has a refined head. Each head has a very good root bone. However, to completely refine these unjustly dead souls, the blood of a person with good root bones is needed."

Seeing Han Juzheng's strange expression, Fang Ling suddenly felt shocked and suddenly understood the reasons for all the strangeness. It turned out that Han Juzheng had the idea of ​​tying his own blood? No, maybe he wanted more than blood!

He pretended to be scared and said, "The Great Immortal... Could it be that he wants my blood?"

Han Juzheng narrowed his eyes and looked at him and said, "Young man, don't you want to learn immortal arts? This immortal's immortal art can summon wind and rain, sprinkle beans into soldiers, but this immortal art has not been taught even the eleven disciples I have received. However, this immortal is precisely because of your qualifications, so he loves talents. If you can help me complete this staff, then I will teach you immortal arts. What do you think?"

Fang Ling took a deep breath. At this point, if he had fought against Han Juzheng, he would not have any benefits, so he could only accept it. He then made a stern expression and said, "I am willing to help the great immortal complete the magic weapon."
Chapter completed!