Tianpu Realm, Yunlan Prefecture.
Above the main hall of the Zhenxing Temple, Taoist Zhang, wearing a feather robe and holding a whisk in his arms, sat in the middle. On both sides, there were more than twenty monks sitting upright.
After Xu Zhuang defeated Moyun, turned things around, and made Zhenxing Guan famous, and Meng Fusheng returned to take charge, Zhenxing Guan has been prospering, but in just a few decades, more than ten Jindan monks have been born, and now there are already They are all sitting in the hall discussing matters.
Except for more than a dozen Golden Elixir cultivators, the rest of the people discussing matters in the hall are all with perfect achievements and are expected to become elixirs at any time. However, they are still waiting for the big medicine for the middle-grade Golden Elixir, and even aspiring people with ambitions of high-grade Golden Elixir. Cheese.
But having said that, the atmosphere in the palace was quite solemn at this time.
Zhang Daoren frowned slightly and looked into the sky through the dome. There were two spiritual energy vortexes covering several miles in the sky, which were slowly rotating. It was obvious that two Nascent Soul cultivators were fighting for each other and spitting out ideas. .
Although the true form concept is gaining momentum, it is not without external enemies, and the Tianbao Dharma Conference is imminent. Meng Fusheng practices Taoism diligently and bravely, hoping to cross the second level of the Nascent Soul before the Tianpu Dharma Assembly arrives. , Refining Gangyun is now at a critical juncture.
However, obviously not everyone is happy to see this matter come to fruition. At a critical moment when Meng Fusheng is practicing, a strange Nascent Soul monk suddenly appears outside the True Form Observation and competes with Meng Fusheng for inspiration. It is obvious that he is specially designed to destroy Meng Fusheng. Comes from the practice of floating life.
This is also the reason for the solemn atmosphere in the director's hall at this time.
However, no one in the hall made a sound at this time, but waited quietly. After about a moment, they saw a young Taoist priest with an upright appearance and a gentle temperament. He walked into the hall and came to the hall. Taoist Zhang saluted.
Zhang Daoren raised his hand to stop the red tape and asked: "Master Nephew Wen, how does the other party respond?"
When the outsider Nascent Soul cultivator appeared and competed with Meng Fusheng for inspiration, Taoist Zhang sent Wen Ning to negotiate. In his words, he wanted to express his attitude towards True Form Viewing forcefully and order the other party to leave the Realm of True Form Viewing, but he was not sure about the result. , Zhang Daoren actually doesn’t have high hopes.
What's more, just looking at the visions that didn't stop that day, we knew that Wen Ning was definitely in trouble.
Wen Ning's face was as dark as water, and he cupped his hands and responded: "This is for the master, uncle, the man said that he also passed through this place. Because he was injured, he used the treasure place to perform martial arts. He will leave after recovering his magic power."
Zhang Daoren frowned and asked, "Have you figured out the origin of the other party?"
Wen Ning slowly shook his head, but on the left, a disciple with hanging eyebrows and a strong spirit responded: "In addition to the Shenliu Sect, what other origin can there be?" As soon as this statement came out, people responded one after another, and they all shared the same hatred. .
Zhang Daoren shook his head and asked himself: "You are all aware of the situation. If you have any insights, you can bring it up for discussion."
After everyone heard this, they discussed for a while, and then a woman asked, "Could Uncle Meng go out and drive that person away personally?"
Zhang Daoren said: "Junior Brother Meng is in seclusion this time because he is trying to step into the second level of heaven through his diligence and bravery. If he leaves the seclusion temporarily, even if he drives away the opponent, the breakthrough will be greatly delayed. "
As soon as these words came out, everyone had no choice but to sit on the wax. That person clearly came here to destroy Meng Fusheng's cultivation. None of the people here could only cultivate the golden elixir, or were of average or low rank. How else could he do anything? He is not a divine man like the Tao Miao Master/Uncle Master, who can defeat Yuanying monks with his golden elixir cultivation.
Thinking of this, a low-grade Jindan monk who was of the same generation as Daoist Zhang said, "I wonder if I can write to the Shangzong? When Uncle Dao Miao returned to the Shangzong, he said that he had not yet relieved himself of the responsibility of taking charge of the true form concept. , now that the waterfall ceremony is coming, it’s time to visit this realm again.”
Upon hearing this, Taoist Zhang first nodded slightly, then shook his head, and said: "I sent a message to Shangzong a few days ago, but I haven't received a reply yet. Even if Master Dao Miao returns after hearing the news, I'm afraid he will have missed this point. .”
Everyone was silent when they heard the sound. Taoist Zhang could only sigh when he saw this, and stood up and said: "Let's disperse first, I will go to the Patriarch's Hall again."
Everyone bowed their hands in unison and left the hall together. But before they dispersed, the disciple with hanging eyebrows glanced at the two whirlpools in the sky and said angrily: "Shin-ryu thieves, you ruined Master Meng's practice. Wait for Master Meng." When he returns, he will be asked to repay him twice as much."
It has to be said that the temperaments of the monks are mostly the same. Although this disciple with hanging eyebrows is not a direct descendant of Zeng Quanfeng, he has received a lot of guidance from him. He and several other monks can be regarded as the most radical group of monks in the view of true form.
On the other hand, Wen Ning, their leader, had much rounder edges, but no matter what, he still had a sharp spirit in his heart. After hearing his junior brother's words, Wen Ning's expression did not change, he just clenched his fists and raised his head to look at the sky. But his eyes suddenly moved, and he hurriedly called Daoist Zhang to castrate, and asked: "Uncle Master, what do you think that is?"
Zhang Daoren heard the sound and went away, only to see several golden rings looming in the clouds stirred up by two whirlpools. They were slow at first, then gradually rotated rapidly, and then a thousand-foot-long golden light shone up, reaching the sky and the earth. It's so heavy that even the sun doesn't show its face.
"Could this be it?" Taoist Zhang's face suddenly showed joy. Everyone present, who had seen this scene, also awakened their memories. Some people shouted: "Could it be that Master Dao Miao has returned!"
Among all the people present, the one who has been practicing Taoism for the shortest time also came with Xu Zhuang turning things around and renewing his true form. Needless to say, he has admiration. When he heard this, everyone was immediately refreshed and all gathered together. Qi Qi looked into the sky and saw that after the golden light shone, the flowing clouds naturally moved away, and a young Taoist priest with an impressive appearance appeared in the sky. His broad robe and long sleeves were fluttering in the wind, looking like a fairy.
As soon as this person appeared, everyone in the audience was shocked and shouted in unison: "Uncle Daomiao Master/Uncle Master!" They straightened their robes and prepared to salute, but they saw Xu Zhuang standing in mid-air with his hands behind his back. In the middle, looking at the two whirlpools of spiritual energy, he seemed to be thinking, and the clouds did not fall for a moment.
Zhang Daoren's heart moved, and he ordered from left to right: "You wait here."
After everyone responded, Taoist Zhang untied his Taoist robe, flew into the sky with a ray of light, came to Xu Zhuang's side, and said respectfully: "Disciple Zhang Ren, I have met my uncle."
Xu Zhuang was not surprised when he saw Taoist Zhang flying towards him. He pointed to the sky and asked, "What's going on here?"
When Taoist Zhang heard that Xu Zhuang had asked about this matter, he immediately became convinced. He started to tell the story of Meng Fusheng seeking the second level of the Nascent Soul, practicing in seclusion, and competing for spiritual opportunities with outside monks. At the end, he raised his hands and said: "Return Please ask Uncle Master to make the decision and drive away those people with ulterior motives."
Xu Zhuang looked at the whirlpool of people competing for inspiration outside the Zhenxiang Temple, his expression unchanged, and asked: "Do you know who that person is?"
Daoren Zhang responded: "My disciple once sent Wen Ning to inquire, but he never responded."
Hearing this, Xu Zhuang nodded and responded calmly: "In that case, there is no need to know."
Zhang Daoren was stunned when he saw Xu Zhuang's figure swaying and suddenly turning into a white rainbow, hitting the whirlpool in the sky. There was a boom like thunder, the whirlpool suddenly shattered, the clouds flew away, and the inspiration came out, and then another It was captured by the whirlpool of spiritual energy formed by Meng Fusheng's breathing above the True Form Observation.
Seeing this situation, Daoist Zhang and everyone in the audience were immediately excited, knowing that Meng Fusheng's practice was no longer hindered by external obstacles. However, Xu Zhuang's action was not finished yet. He broke through the vortex of spiritual energy, swept his eyes to the ground again, and locked onto a target. In the mountains.
On the mountainside, I saw a Taoist priest with a high bun sitting on a big stone, as if he was performing martial arts. When Xu Zhuang was trapped in the whirlpool in the sky, he suddenly let out a whoosh, and his body half fell, almost rolling down. He was about to stop his figure, but a hint of scarlet could not stop flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Xu Zhuang's eyes were fixed, with an invisible sneer on his face. He didn't give the other person any chance to react. He made a gesture on his chest with one palm, lowered his fingers a little, and a shocking white rainbow shot out from the fontanelle. , when it landed on the top of the mountain, it suddenly dispersed and turned into a white mist that filled the sky, covering the entire mountain. The next moment, it turned into an innate Taisu Yiqi big grappling master, and slapped it fiercely!
The Taoist with a high bun hurriedly raised his head, and saw a flash of white light, and a big boundless hand had already pressed down on him. Only then was he broken through the spiritual energy vortex by Xu Zhuang. The internal shock had not stabilized, and his head was already There was a buzzing sound, and the alarm bell sounded.
Xu Zhuang defeated Qiu Song in full view of the public. His Taoist skills had already been spread all over the world. How could the Taoist with a high bun dare to look down upon him? He tried his best to shake himself, and a strong wind whirled above the Tianmen, carrying a golden blade whirling towards the peak. As soon as the head was scraped, half of it was immediately cut off, and it blew upward, as if trying to blow away the big hand. However, when the big hand slapped it, the wind suddenly broke away, and a hundred and eight golden blades rained down.
His supernatural powers could not resist him for even a moment, and the big grasping hand was already approaching. The Taoist priest in the high bun had his Tao skills broken again. He let out a muffled groan, and then he felt that he had been caught in the palm of the grasping hand, and he seemed to fall into it. Chaos, the surrounding objects, and even the air are all unstable, distorted and chaotic, and they can no longer escape.
"Ah!" The Taoist monk with a high bun shouted, and his robes stretched out as if they were inflated. He pushed his big hand towards the capture, and a green baby escaped from his body, and he hurriedly held up a yellow talisman. There are words in his mouth.
"Oh?" Xu Zhuang stood in the sky, paying attention but not leaving for a moment, and said to himself: "The method of surrogate death? Or the technique of golden cicada?" He waved his sleeves without changing his expression, and condensed the magic energy into a magic ball. , it fell like rain and spread in all directions.
The next moment, Xiantian Taisu struck down with a powerful force and pressed it down onto the flat ground. He pressed it in for a few minutes. It seemed as if he had smashed a hundred-foot-high mountain into the ground. When he lifted it up again, the ground It has become a mess.
A yellow talisman fluttered down, and then a cyan baby jumped out, set up the escape light and fled out. However, Xu Zhuang did not take it lightly. With a slight movement of his fingertips, a thousand-kilo magic ball appeared near him. Suddenly it flew over.
The green baby saw the Qianjun Dharma Ball, which was like a cloud of smoke, floating gently, and spurred a spiritual light forward to greet it, shouting: "Fellow Taoist, please be merciful, I'm just..."
However, he saw the fluttering magic ball that seemed to be nothing touched lightly on his aura, and the aura suddenly shattered into pieces. Before his expression could change, the magic ball slammed into his chest, and the green baby exploded with a bang. Transformed into pure spiritual energy.
Xu Zhuang waved his sleeves, and his innate Tai Su Yi Qi, Qian Jun Fa Qi, and Qian Jun Fa Qi turned into mist and flew back. Then he glanced at the battlefield, and then he started to escape from the light, and returned to the view of the true form for a moment.
The pitiful generation of Nascent Soul Masters, who have been cultivating for nearly a thousand years, died without anyone to control their essence. Disappearing like this between heaven and earth, it has brought blessings to those around them. Within ten or a hundred years, many children will be born. Tao spiritual veins.
(End of chapter)
