You Lao will open up new meridians, such as conquering a city, stopping at a place for nourishment, and calling it a smooth and direct route.
You can stop at each pass to recuperate within three months, and the road construction can't be stopped for more than three days, otherwise the road will be blocked and it will have to be opened again.
Zhang Wenfeng opened up the first pass with all his strength. Even though he had magical powers and sutra chanting methods that could reduce the pain, he was still exhausted physically and mentally and could not continue. He finally understood why Mr. You said that in the past, monks who opened their own meridians spent 30 to 50 years in seclusion. , or even around a hundred years.
I wonder which ruthless person was the first to come up with such a tortured self-abuse thing?
I stopped to practice breathing exercises in the cave for three days, and then slept peacefully. I don't know how much time had passed. I glanced at the stone wall and looked outside. No disciples came to practice in the secret place.
Walk out of the cave and take a walk on the stone fort gravel flat where wild grass grows, feeling the warmth of the sun and the vitality of the vegetation.
Birds are chirping, the wind is shaking the leaves, and the flowers are fragrant.
Where did the old man Mengmei wander to?
He did not deliberately sense and probe. With the old man Mengmei's ability, there would be no danger in the secret territory as long as he did not seek death and broke into the forbidden area of Moling Peak, and did not go to the lair of Fushan Old Man, Tao Niangzi and Mang Gong to provoke and curse.
He had already made it clear to Mr. You about the taboos in Molingyou.
Taking out the coffee table and chairs, Zhang Guanzhu cooked a pot of good tea. Under the shade of the trees, with the gentle mountain breeze blowing, he poured himself a cup and drank it. He spent the afternoon enjoying himself by reading a travel journal. In the evening, he casually arranged restrictions and took I put out a wheat straw futon and meditated all night.
Completely relax and dissipate the remaining fatigue from your bones.
When the sun rose the next day and the mist dissipated, Zhang Wenfeng returned briskly to the cave and started the journey to the second pass.
Everything is difficult at the beginning. You Lao has already helped him solve the difficult part. After he has passed the initial level, practice makes perfect. He can endure the loneliness and pain and move forward calmly. It is nothing more than spending more time and working slowly and carefully. .
You Mengchang encountered a lot of trouble when the dragon saw its head but not its tail. He was targeted by three big demons in the secret realm and chased him in all directions, getting further and further away from the stone castle area.
"Three fellow Taoists, why are you so aggressive?"
You Mengchang was hiding in the woods, his voice was erratic: "You have done nothing wrong, let alone trespassing in forbidden areas. How about you give Taoist Zhang a good deal and let You go back?"
He had already revealed his identity, and even took out the array weapon given to him by Taoist Zhang as evidence. The three old monsters were simply too deceptive.
In the east, there is a pink fragrant mist from the sky to the ground, which is about ten miles wide and blocks the way. From it comes the sweet laughter of Lady Tao: "Friend Taoist, what are you afraid of? The three of us sincerely invite you to be our guests and we don't know how to eat." Why are you so ignorant of praise?
The short and skinny Manggong flew slowly from the south and laughed sharply: "Don't think that you can scare us by moving out Daozhang Zhang. I think you should come out obediently and don't toast or eat as a penalty. We don't have any ill intentions. Chat with you."
How could You Mengchang believe the lies of three old monsters? If he fell into the hands of a few guys, his skin would peel off even if he died.
He was also careless and should not have believed what Daozhang Zhang said, saying that there were conflicts between the three old monsters in the secret realm and they were wary of each other. The guy suddenly took action, blocking his retreat, and then slowly forced him to close the net.
He wanted to escape with the help of mortal dreams, but he couldn't find a savage native as a medium.
What he was most afraid of was the old demon Fushan who had disappeared into the mud and never showed up. That guy was too strong. Taoist Zhang had gone into seclusion in Hantan Cave and sealed off his Qi, so he couldn't even find a helper.
Of course, he is not a vegetarian. He has been awake for several years and has prepared several means in case of emergency. "Three of you, let's chat somewhere else. You are happy to accompany us. It would be best to call Taoist Zhang. If you force a treat like this, you lose your sincerity and it feels a bit like robbery."
Before he finished speaking, the five-mile radius of the mountains and forests suddenly lost life. The leaves, flowers and grass withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Fine sand and yellow dust rose everywhere, and strange things happened in the sky.
Twisted, the trees turned into dust and pieces.
There was a rumbling and dull sound underground, the mud and rocks rolled and cracked, and hot steam came out, like an earth dragon turning over. The old demon of Fushan in the dark will only do it if he doesn't take action, but if he does, it will shake the world.
The power is shrouded and it is inevitable to win.
Three pieces of black mist, as light as smoke and dust, jumped out from the ruined forest, flying in three directions, looming, extremely fast, and nimbly avoiding the distortion and tearing obstruction of the air.
"Where to run? Stay."
Following Mangong's scream and three soft sounds, the black mist exploded one after another, and the ghostly energy dissipated into the chaotic air.
"It's a substitute ghost...Peach Lady, don't let go of Peach Blossom Miasma yet."
The reminder from the old man Fushan came from underground.
"It's too late, hehe, you three, the mountains are high and the rivers are long. We'll see you later."
You Mengchang's joking laughter could be heard in the distance.
When he was escaping earlier, he secretly arranged many worthless ghost talismans refined with first-order ghosts on trees, rocks or in the grass of streams. They turned into a little black energy and seeped in, grabbing the slightest opening in the peach blossom miasma. At that moment, he lost some cultivation and escaped using the soul-transferring technique.
The Mengmei clan is good at escaping and is extremely difficult to catch.
What's more, his state of mind was not inferior to that of the three old demons. He had seen the scenery at high places, and the regular magic spells performed by the old turtle had limited impact on him.
Any fourth-level Mengmei would be restrained by the rules of earth, where could he escape?
Mangong screamed: "That fourth-level Mengmei is really weird. He is not afraid of Boss Fushan's magic attack. He is an old guy who has fallen into trouble. Boss Yueshan guessed it right...
"Shut up!"
The old Fushan demon who walked out of the underground shouted and threw his hands in the east air: "I'm sorry for this. I'll wait for fellow Taoist Zhang to come out of seclusion and I'll go over to treat you. Then I'll sit down and have a nice chat with you."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
You Mengchang dealt with it casually, and the other party did not make any effort, just to test his ability and background.
Before he regained his sixth-level strength, he didn't like dealing with these old women and cunning monsters. He couldn't gain the upper hand, so why should he feel aggrieved?
From now on, he only needs to act carefully and arrange carefully, and he will not give the three of them another chance to take action.
Do you really think that his reputation as Mengmei is in vain?
Over the extreme western sea.
Two to three hundred monks fought endlessly, and the battlefield was spread out for dozens of miles.
Spells and talismans roared, swords and swords intertwined with shadows, and the sounds of fighting, howls, and roars intertwined. Behind the battlefield, there were seven or eight fourth-level masters with phantom spells who did not move out.
From the original rebellion, it has gradually evolved into the current confrontation between the forces of the eastern and western continents. The two sides have been in contact and negotiated, and conflicts and conflicts have broken out from time to time. Some things can be compromised, while some issues have no room for compromise. Both sides have tough attitudes.
He Guangjun did not show any concrete shadow to demonstrate. He looked around in a somewhat bored manner.
If Chen Qingqiao hadn't strictly ordered the fourth level not to fight, he would have wanted to try the thrill of "Guang Han slashing the fourth level with one sword". Just hit, I'm afraid of a ball.
Suddenly, he stared at the far distance above the sea. Two figures came from the southeast. They were two women in white long skirts. They wore curtains to cover their faces. It seemed that they were crossing dozens of people diagonally. bloody battlefield.
Perhaps feeling his gaze, one of the women turned her head and glanced.
He Guangjun's heart palpitated. With his fearless nature, he felt very dangerous for no reason even though he was dozens of miles away and separated by a mist-like curtain.
He hurriedly turned his eyes away, not daring to provoke the other party by looking at him. After thinking for a moment, he sent a message to Chen Qingqiao in front of him: "Be careful, over the southeast sea area, a suspected fifth-level master has appeared. The enemy is unknown!"
Chen Qingqiao was shocked. It has been fifty years since the spiritual energy surge, but he has not heard of any monks advancing to the fifth level.
Could it be that helpers from the Western Continent were outflanking and intercepting from behind?
He hurriedly looked to the southeast, and could clearly see that the two women were wearing plain white dresses with sword sleeves and tassels, and they were so elegant that they rushed straight into the chaotic battlefield without hesitation.
