If it weren't for the golden brocade box, Feng Ling would probably consider saving the person. Because both of them were just Qi Refining cultivators, if they were separated, it would be extremely difficult to move around in this Burial City. However, the appearance of the golden brocade box solved this problem.
Because the contents of the golden brocade box were definitely extraordinary spiritual elixirs. If he were to obtain the elixir, Feng Ling's cultivation would probably instantly break through to become a Loose Immortal. By then, using the insights recorded on the bamboo slip, crossing the Tribulation would be a sure thing.
Feng Ling was not willing to be below others, otherwise, he wouldn't have been lurking in the mortal world just to avoid public attention.
Feng Ling's speed was extremely fast, but the speed of the black demon dog was even faster than his. Just as his right hand was about to touch the golden scripture, the demon dog flashed and bit at his arm with a mouth full of black flames.
"Ah..." Feng Ling let out a miserable scream and flew back.
As he was only in the Qi Refining realm, how could he avoid a strike from the demon dog?
With one bite, the demon dog bit off Feng Ling's entire right arm, and before the severed arm had time to fall, it was engulfed by demonic fire and turned to ash.
After biting off Feng Ling's right arm, the demon dog did not pursue him but stopped by the white-bearded Daoist, growling softly.
Boom! After ten breaths of time, the parchment that was lying on the ground suddenly exploded, turning into fragments that floated in the air.
A misty demon dragon flew out from it, exuding a powerful aura.
Injured severely, Xiao Juezi saw this scene and laughed wildly, "Haha, a misty demon dragon! I never thought it's a misty demon dragon. My ancestor did not deceive me! With this thing here, everything here belongs to me! Feng Ling old ghost, you are no longer useful, die!"
The misty demon dragon was a demonic soul sealed during the peak period of Xiao Juezi's ancestor. Its strength was extremely formidable, but unfortunately, it could only be summoned once and would only last for two hours.
It was precisely because of this that Xiao Juezi had brought Feng Ling to this place. In his view, cooperating with Feng Ling was dangerous but still within his control, as Feng Ling's cultivation was similar to his. Even if there were any anomalies, he would still be in control. But if the cooperating party became a Loose Immortal, he would be in an absolutely disadvantageous position. Moreover, if a Loose Immortal knew the news about the true treasure in his hands, the first thing they would do would probably be to eliminate all loose ends.
In the air, the misty demon dragon roared and sprayed a cold mist that instantly enveloped Feng Ling.
"Xiao Juezi, you are burning your bridges!" Feng Ling was shocked and angry. After having one arm devoured by the demon dog, his vitality was greatly diminished, to the extent that he couldn't even activate his magic tools. Faced with the incoming mist, he couldn't even dodge.
"Old ghost, didn't you want to claim the scripture all for yourself just now? I'll send you on your way to meet the Yellow Springs God." Xiao Juezi's face twisted into a grimace.
People die for wealth as birds perish for food.
The greedy side of human nature erupted when faced with great treasures.
Feng Ling struggled continuously, but the misty demon dragon's strength sealed in the parchment was too strong. With his power, he was completely unable to contend for control of the mist. As he struggled, the aura around Feng Ling grew weaker and weaker until it finally dissipated completely...
"Kill that demon dog for me!"
The misty demon dragon twisted in the air and turned into a long mist that tangled up the demon dog.
The demon dog let out a low growl and the demonic fire reappeared from its mouth.
A huge black fireball spewed out from the demon dog's mouth...
When the misty demon dragon entangled the demon dog, Xiao Juezi, struggling, stood up, suppressed his injuries, went over to take Feng Ling's storage pouch, then picked up the fallen superb treasure and put it in the pouch.
"All of these things belong to me!" Xiao Juezi kicked Feng Ling with a limp and headed towards the Daoist sitting in meditation.
Seeing this, the demon dog roared and tried to intercept, but was soon entangled by the misty demon dragon.
"The Yellow Springs Scripture..." Xiao Juezi walked to the side of the white-bearded Daoist and grabbed the floating scripture in the air.
In an instant, golden light surged.
Upon the golden scripture, a mysterious force spread from it, freeing from Xiao Juezi's hand and flying into the air, its pages turning over. At the same time, the bamboo slip and golden brocade box next to it also flew up and combined into one in midair.
Lines and lines of golden ancient characters began to appear...
"Yu, Yellow Springs! After sealing it for more than eight thousand years, I still couldn't eradicate it. Meeting an ancient immortal, I divided its bones, flesh, and soul, leaving three treasures to seal it, reminding future generations to never release it..."
Xiao Juezi's face changed drastically!
"This is not the Yellow Springs Scripture!" At the same time, he looked towards the golden brocade box and found that it was empty. There were also no words on the bamboo slip.
At that moment, the head of the white-bearded Daoist, which had been hanging down, trembled slightly. Subsequently, a black aura burst from the Daoist's Dantian, forming a black whirlpool...
Terrifying momentum directly sent Xiao Juezi flying.
The vortex became stronger and in just a few breaths, it covered the sky and earth.
Endless darkness began to twist!
Seeing this, the demon dog roared and abandoned the misty demon dragon, pouncing towards the white-bearded Daoist.
Chichich... A piercing cackling laughter resounded throughout the heavens and earth. The head of the white-bearded Daoist, which was drooping, moved slightly.
The demon dog was extremely fast, but just as it was about to bite the white-bearded Daoist, a withered palm suddenly rose and easily grasped it.
Splat!!
Black energy surrounded the withered palm, forming a vortex-shaped blade that directly shattered the demon dog, and the trace of blood mist began to merge into the body of the Daoist Baixu.
"Huangquan, you're finally dead..." Daoist Baixu slowly lifted his head and opened his eyes.
Inside the eye sockets, there were no eyeballs! This body turned out to be a flesh without a skeleton.
"Haha!! Without you, can this dark prison still trap me?" The Daoist wobbled and stood up, as if this body, without skeletal support, could collapse at any moment.
However, the terrifying aura burst out from it was extremely astonishing, and for a moment, the dark sky began to shatter.
Xiao Juezi looked dumbfounded, looking at the nameless Daoist, with nothing but horror in his eyes.
He didn't understand, how could the treasure map left by his ancestors be wrong?
"Are you the descendant of that person from back then... Although a bit weaker, it's better than nothing!" The hollow eye sockets of the Daoist looked at Xiao Juezi, and the withered right hand reached out a beam into the void.
The darkness compressed directly crushed Xiao Juezi into blood mist.
Even the nearby body of Feng Ling, the old Daoist, was also crushed into blood mist, surging towards the eerie Daoist.
The Daoist stood in place, closed his eyes, seemingly enjoying himself, deeply breathed in, and absorbed the blood mist into his body.
The space continued to fracture.
...
Ding Yan walked on the street, and found that the inner city was desolate, without any living beings, not even monsters.
After walking for a while, Ding Yan found a dark house different from other places. The door of this house was dark black, like the ghost gate...