As Zhike Taoist anxiously flew down the Chongtian Peak Mountain, Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the entire thousand-foot-high mountain peak was shaking. The ground cracked, rocks rolled down, and many houses, pavilions, and attics collapsed.
Everywhere on the mountain peak was seen shimmering with light and thick mist rising.
He was secretly speechless. The resentment that Zhu Muxing had accumulated for countless years poured down like a mountain torrent.
The backlash is so terrifying! Zhu Muying really didn’t want to live anymore.
But he didn't show it on his face. He was silent and followed the Zhike Taoist with a sinking face as he flew towards the mountain gate at a low altitude.
Brush away the stained debris and leaves from your hair without taking anything away.
I saw a large group of monks flying towards other mountains from all directions on the Chongtian Temple site. There were many masters of the Freedom Realm. Each of them looked ugly. They knew exactly what was going on. They were suspended in various places on Chongtian Peak, shouting and commanding. Team after team of Jianwei Realm monks strengthened the power of the mountain guarding formation.
After sending Zhang Wenfeng out of the mountain gate, Taoist Zhike handed over his hands and apologized: "Unfortunately, our sect has suffered such a disaster. Please help Zhang Guanzhu keep the secret and not reveal what we saw and heard today to the outside world. Everyone in Chongtian Palace is very grateful!"
Zhang Wenfeng returned the gift with his hand raised: "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. Zhang understands and will not spread the news to outsiders. Taoist Master Song, please go and do your work. Farewell!"
"Thank you for your kindness. I will repay you later. Take care!"
Taoist Song hurriedly returned to the mountain gate. As the fog rose, the entire Chongtian Hall area was closed.
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head slightly and flew quickly to the west.
Wherever there is oppression, there is resistance. The resistance of Zhu Muxing, who has no worries about his future, is particularly fierce. In a desperate fight regardless of the consequences, it is probably enough for Chongtian Palace to drink a pot.
According to the old man himself, it was extremely difficult for the tree sprite to advance through cultivation. It took him thousands of years and countless hardships to finally advance to the sixth level.
I originally thought that I could follow a few transcendent realm monks in Chongtian Hall and ascend to the upper realm on the path to immortality. From then on, I could practice Buddhism and seek immortality freely without having to protect anyone under my roof.
Unexpectedly, what was waiting for him was a ruthless plan to drain his soul and trap him in death, causing him to fall into trouble all the way, making life worse than death.
He would never trust Chongtian Temple again after suffering that terrible crime. Taking advantage of the rising tide of spiritual energy over the years, he quietly accumulated some strength, hiding deep in the roots of the ancient Zhu Mu tree, and used a secret method to separate a ray of residual soul. This is the day I have been waiting for.
After flying for more than fifty miles, an earth-shaking loud noise was heard from behind.
Looking back, half-way up the mountainside that was previously hidden in the mist rose into the sky with flames and smoke. The formation was torn apart, and the entire mountain peak was revealed. Countless buildings collapsed, rocks were exposed, trees were withered and broken, and the mess was visible to the naked eye.
There were many monks coming and going nearby, and their eyesight was unusually good. They were all dumbfounded, wondering what happened in Chongtian Hall?
Someone in the distance screamed: "Look, the mountain behind Chongtian Peak...a huge area has collapsed!"
"Come on, let's go see what's going on in Chongtian Palace?"
"Don't worry, can you watch this kind of excitement?"
After the monks were shocked, they sent out summons one after another to spread such shocking news. Some of them sent it to Daolu Academy.
Some brave ones flew to the east at low altitude, while others secretly used image stones to take pictures of such a rare situation, preparing to sell them at a high price later.
A smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Wenfeng's mouth. Now he couldn't contain his anger. He couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.
The old man was willing to be killed and caused a big accident at the cost of his body.
Immediately, he saw a giant figure of twenty to thirty feet appearing on the mountain. He made a hand seal to close the torn formation again. The entire Zhongtian Peak was surging with wind and clouds. It was covered tightly in ten breaths, and the white mist went towards it. Spread everywhere.
He shook his head and continued to fly towards the capital at low altitude. Not long after, he saw many figures flying through the sky from west to east. They were masters sent by the Daolu Academy.
Less than ten miles away from the east city gate, he received a summons from Yun Qiuhe. Yun Qiuhe had just heard about this in the library of Daolu Academy and was so anxious that he was flying over here.
Send a reply to Yun Qiuhe and agree to meet at the inn instead of flying out of the city.
There was a lot of noise at the gate of the city, and many monks flew out in an endless stream.
Zhang Wenfeng waited for those who were watching the excitement and walked away before entering the city. Returning to the inn yard, he briefly explained to Yun Qiuhe that something had happened on the Chongtian Palace Mountain. Judging from the situation, the loss was not small, and specifically he was inconvenienced. explain.
Yun Qiuhe asked in a low voice: "Shall we leave now?"
"No, it's not too late to leave tomorrow."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, the old man's calculations were so perfect that he had anticipated everything, and he was able to catch him completely under the hood, so he left in no hurry to avoid people being suspicious of "there is no three hundred taels of silver here".
Yun Qiuhe patted his chest, the trembling and majestic scenery was unique.
She was very worried that the viewer would be involved, so she was completely relieved to hear that.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at him, then moved away and walked towards the pavilion next to him.
He guessed that Chongtian Palace would send monks to visit by tomorrow at the latest. Chongtian Palace pays so much attention to rules and etiquette and must be perfect. He would not be able to hide this place from the eyes and ears of local snakes.
The two of them were leisurely cooking water and making tea in the pavilion, and Yun Qiuhe was chatting with interest about the places he wanted to visit on his return trip.
She had seven or eight days to spend on the road, and she planned to visit a few more historical sites. There were not many opportunities to go out with Guanzhu Zhang, so she had to make good arrangements for them.
After sitting for more than half an hour, Zhang Wenfeng got up and went back to the room, turned on the formation protection, and then activated the ancient coin's transformed wooden formation.
After making sure nothing went wrong, he reached out and took out a three-inch-long branch from the bottle in the black cloth bag at his waist. It was as thin as a finger, dark yellow and dry in color, very inconspicuous. It was the old man who suddenly got angry and shot it into the black cloth bag. Items with holes.
The main body was completely destroyed, uu read the book Zhu Muyingjing's voice was extremely weak: "I used the dead wood technique to hide the branches, so that I would not wake up on the way. When the branches were planted, I also asked my little brother to use Yuanwu to dazzle me to take root and leave for the descendants. Tree vein inheritance, please!”
"Old senior, just rest. Zhang promised and he will do it."
Zhang Wenfeng stuffed the branches back into the bottle and placed a restriction on the mouth of the bottle, feeling sad in his heart.
Thousands of years of practice have turned into nothing, which is also a tragedy.
He doesn't have a bad opinion of Chongtian Palace, because it has nothing to do with him, but Zhu Muying's backlash in this way and his return to heaven and earth will cause immeasurable damage to Chongtian Palace's invisible destiny, which will be verified later. .
If you sow melons, you will reap melons, and if you sow beans, you will reap beans. Some misfortunes will last forever.
After collecting the phantom wooden formation, Zhang Wenfeng continued to study the method of dividing souls. He tortured himself until his face turned pale, his eyes were dull, and his whole body looked hollow. After he recovered from meditation, he began to figure out how to practice swordsmanship.
His newly practiced "Sword Town God Head Chapter" is a kind of mind sword training. "Sword skills are impermanent, and sword intentions are illusory and disillusioned." You must at least have the "Integration with the Body" sword realm to practice. After you are initially proficient in the basic moves, you can You must start to "condensate the sword energy like silk, and then turn the sword energy into your mind", step by step, practice the extremely powerful swordsmanship, and suppress the god's head with one sword of disillusionment.
His mastery of sword energy is unparalleled at the same level.
But it is not easy to condense the sword energy into the smallest detail.
Only by persevering day after day, just like when he practiced flat stabbing, accumulated for a long time, from quantitative changes to qualitative changes, the sword energy will be condensed.
He has experience in practicing swordsmanship. In addition to practicing diligently, he also needs to gain some understanding. Practice and understanding must be combined with each other.
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