Throwing the question back again.
Chen Xixiang stared at Bai Suzhen's face and found that the other person's soft face was very sincere.
It seemed as if she could really agree to whatever request she made.
"Do you want me to make a request, and then ask for it and give it back, just to repay the cause and effect of helping her transform, so that she can feel free of worries and take a further step on the path to immortality..."
Chen Xixiang tapped the air with his fingers behind his back, thought for a moment, looked at Bai Suzhen and said slowly:
"The cause and effect of this incident is inexplicable, but since you insist on repaying your kindness, I thought about it and I have no other help at the moment. You can stay with me for a while. In other words, you can do whatever I want. See if you can agree."
"That's all?"
Bai Suzhen asked in surprise.
Chen Xixiang smiled lightly and said:
"If you think this request is too vague, you can also set a time limit for you. When the time is up, we will treat you and I as if our kindness and righteousness are clear, and the cause and effect will disappear."
"Then, how about fifty years? I will serve you for fifty years to repay your favor of transforming."
Bai Suzhen asked tentatively.
Chen Xixiang frowned: "Fifty years?"
Bai Suzhen's tone was a little low: "Is it short? Then, eighty years?"
"No, just fifty years."
Chen Xixiang sighed, unable to understand the concept of time for this helper who came to his door for free.
The thoughts are slightly scattered.
I roughly understand that based on the training time of Bai Suzhen, a ten-level snake monster, the long thousand years are just the beginning of life, and fifty years is roughly the life of an ordinary mortal.
Compared to her longevity, this is nothing.
"A ten-level great demon... is already at the pinnacle of combat power in this world of Song Dynasty. It doesn't seem like a bad thing to be able to pick up such a top-notch combat power and serve me for fifty years for free..."
As Chen Xixiang's thoughts turned around, he thought of Bai Suzhen's background.
"If her inheritance really comes from Old Mother Lishan, we can also take this opportunity to explore the deep secrets of the Song Dynasty and see if the gods and Buddhas in the background of the various gates in this world are really also in this world. What power is left behind? Or a clone?"
He has become the only one in other worlds. Now that his cultivation is closer to the top level of the Dao Song world, he should also think about unifying the various Dao sects and Taoist traditions in the Dao Song world.
It just so happens that this old lady from Lishan is a representative of one type.
"It's better to wait until the Zheng Yiquanzhen fight in Luoyang is dealt with before asking Bai Suzhen about these matters."
His thoughts only turned around for a moment and then stopped diverging.
Bai Suzhen, who had finally taken the step of repaying her kindness, smiled gently at this moment: "From now on, I will only obey the orders of my benefactor. I don't know what orders I have now."
She had already prepared a way to repay her kindness that cost more than fifty years of service, but she didn't expect that Chen Xixiang actually had no demands.
Fifty years, for them as practitioners, is sometimes a time of retreat.
Chen Xixiang smiled faintly: "I want to go to Luoyang. There will be a big battle on this trip. It will be useful to get the girl, so why don't you follow me."
Bai Suzhen's heart moved:
"Is Zheng Yiquan really fighting? It's a place where I can contribute..."
The more she can do for her benefactor, the more thoughts she can let go of.
As the sun loses track of the Tao, the more distracting thoughts of the mortal world are thrown away, the mind will eventually become clearer, and there will no longer be worries that cause inner demons. In the future, one can successfully overcome the three disasters and become a monk in the eleventh realm.
"Girl, follow me."
Chen Xixiang glanced at this extra fighting strength, and after saying a word, he tore open the space in front of him with both hands and crossed straight towards Luoyang.
But my mind was spinning inexplicably, and I had some distracting thoughts, whether I had done something similar to a certain monkey.
But soon after a faint smile, the distracting thoughts disappeared.
Huhu~~
Bai Suzhen followed, her whole body of magic power fluctuating like a mighty river, shaking the void.
Simply looking at the realm of mana, a pure mana aura is dozens of times thicker than Chen Xixiang's mana cloud.
…
Looking at the two people tearing apart the void and leaving, Taoist Master Lu Zhou on Qingcheng Mountain held a jade slip in his hand, crushed it gently, and murmured to the sky:
"I didn't expect that the day I was so happy would come so quickly."
On the mountain, other junior disciples from Qingcheng also looked at the cracks in the void outside the formation in trance and longing, which gradually closed after the figure of the young Taoist disappeared.
"Obviously it has only been three years, but he has actually jumped to the point where he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the two ancestors who have cultivated for five to six hundred years."
Cui Ning stood on his mountain peak, with eyes that couldn't tell whether he was envious or looking up to.
It's only been three years.
It is hard to imagine what level this brother who went up the mountain with him would rise to in a few years.
Is this genius?
This word was once used to describe him because he had nine bells, but he only held this title for less than a year or two, and he no longer deserved to be called a genius.
And because of the appearance of this demon-like "Zhengdaozi", it also completely inspired all the young disciples in Qingcheng Mountain.
Before Cui Ning, Chen Xixiang, Zhao Wenjing and other disciples, Li Jingxu, Chen Taizhen and others who were appointed direct disciples of Qingcheng have all been in seclusion since two years ago and have never come out.
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Luoyang.
The city is crawling on the earth like a dragon.
"On the 9th, my lords, tell me, how long will the two great sects be fighting?"
This is the tallest building in Luoyang City. Even though Wanxian Mountain, which is thousands of miles away from the two gates of fighting, you can clearly feel the fluctuations coming from there. There is a figure standing on the high building with his hands behind his back. The young man in the bright yellow robe was the one who asked the question.
"Reporting to the crown prince, there are a total of seven strong men from the ten realms participating in the fight this time, including four from the Zhengyi sect and three from the Quanzhen Taoist sect. Although it seems that there are more people from the Zhengyi sect, in fact, in this nine-day battle, already It can be seen that Wang Chongyang is worthy of being the rising master of Quanzhen Tao. In the decisive battle with Qingcheng, one against two had the upper hand. In about a few days, Wang Chongyang will defeat the two major forces in Qingcheng. The ancestors join forces to end this fight."
The person who replied was a middle-aged official. If there were people from the world of immortality who knew the celebrities in the court, they would recognize that this was Qin Hui who was in the court of Song Dynasty.
And the young man in the bright yellow robe is the prince.
He stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the battle scenes in the sky in front of the pavilion. It was the Qi practitioners from the imperial court who projected the scenes from Wanxian Mountain.
The prince looked at the Chongyang Dao Qi soaring into the sky during the battle, and the two great patriarchs of Qingcheng couldn't lift their heads:
"According to this, there is a high probability that the Zhengyi sect will lose this time. If they lose, wouldn't it mean that from now on, the three major Zhengyi sects, Qingcheng, Shangqing, and Donghua, will all be merged into the whole world? It’s true.”
Qin Hui responded respectfully:
"This has always been the tradition of the Taoist sect. The outcome and the rise and fall of the Taoism are determined through fighting. Although it is cruel, it is also a fair competition."
The prince put his hands behind his hands and looked at the scene in the mirror, silent.
Qin Hui also closed his eyes.
Behind the two men were Luoyang Prefect Zhou Zaoxing, Su Shi and others.
They also looked at the battle in the picture. The mountains were shaking and the heaven and earth were shaking.
The air currents tearing through the sky rolled up the smoke and dust in the sky, and the roaring and roaring sounds of the mana seemed to be conveyed directly into their hearts through the mirror-like water curtain.
"I heard that this fight started because of the young man from Qingcheng Mountain who was known as Zhengdaozi. This young Taoist named Chen Xixiang was invited by Lord Zhou to protect your sword a year ago. For this person, Lord Zhou has What do you think?"
After the prince was silent for a long time, he thought of the cause of this fight.
Zhou Zaoxing bowed and said, "His Royal Highness, that Taoist priest is worthy of the world's praise and praise for him."
The prince raised his eyebrows slightly: "It means that he is really as good as the ancestor Zhang Daoling as rumored in the world."
With such a person, it is no wonder that Quanzhen would not hesitate to declare war on Zhengyi.
…………
And on Wanxian Mountain, which is at the center of the war.
Huhu~~
All kinds of fairy swords are soaring between the sky and the earth. These are the various immortal cultivators from the Dao Song Dynasty. In addition to the Dao Song Dynasty, there are even monks from the Demon Yuan and Demon Gold.
In the colorful escaping light, there are devilish auras, demonic auras, murderous auras, holy auras, and Buddhist auras.
All around Wanxian Mountain, there are disciples of the three sects, and in the dark there are masters from various countries watching the battle, demon cultivators, monsters, and Buddhist masters. It can be observed from these auras alone that among them there are demons from the demonic element. Those who cultivate strength include monsters with demon gold, warriors on the battlefield, great Confucian scholars, and some holy monks from the Buddhist sect.
But nothing is more attractive than the soaring Dao Qi that spreads across the sky and the earth from the center of Wanxian Mountain for nine consecutive days.
There were a total of seven powerful men in the ten realms crisscrossing the sky and the earth.
boom!
Amidst the earth-shattering roar, a young Taoist priest wearing a black robe and a high crown looked at the figure who was blown away by his blow with quiet eyes and indifferent breath.
boom! !
The figure hit a mountain peak, and with a bang, the entire mountain collapsed.
It was none other than Qingwei Taoist Huang Shunzhi, one of the two great founders of the Qingcheng Sect.
"Wang Chongyang, what a Wang Chongyang. It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. I didn't expect that I and my junior brother have been obsessed with you for three hundred years, but you are actually one against two, and you are at a disadvantage."
He wiped his mouth and coughed up blood, his robes were stained with dust, and his beard and hair were dirty:
"Junior brother, draw your sword again!"
Although he flew backwards, his magic power was endless.
"Dragon and tiger are both unique!"
In the distance was another Patriarch of Qingcheng Mountain. He chanted longly, pointed at a long sword like a divine tiger in the sky, and shouted coldly:
"kill!"
Buzz~~~
The sound of swords in the sky echoed across the sky like dragons roaring and tigers roaring.
It was a sword rainbow that penetrated the earth and sky for dozens of miles, and matched with another sword rainbow from junior brother Zhang Daobin, it was like two divine beasts roaring between heaven and earth. Between their teeth and claws, they shook out ten, a hundred, a thousand, and ten thousand sword energies. …
The whistling sounds were like sword arrays, strangling Wang Chongyang.
Chi Chi Chi! !
The void became fragmented under the strangulation of the two swords, falling into the sky like pieces of rags.
The strangling power of these two swords shocked heaven and earth.
The masters of magic cultivating who were observing in the dark felt frightened by the sword energy, and the hairs ran down their spines.
He was also a ten-level monk, but he did not have any confidence to block the combined attack of the dragon and tiger swords of the two ten-level sword immortals in Qingcheng Mountain. He exclaimed in his heart:
"As expected, they are the Qingcheng sect who is famous for their swordsmanship. The two of them are invincible under the combination of the dragon and tiger swords left over from the time when Zhengyi Ancestor Celestial Master came to Qingcheng to practice."
Buzz buzz~~~
The sword energy passed by and cut through the sky, creating a world of sword energy.
Even the four ten-level immortals such as Celestial Immortal Zhong Daoyang, Lou Guan Guan Canghai, Shangqing Madam Wei, Donghua Lu Jingxiu and other four sects fighting against each other on Wanxian Mountain are avoiding his edge.
The two sword lights roaring vertically and horizontally like dragons and tigers are like demons and gods, immortals and Buddhas in the swords.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Wang Chongyang.
"You two, the dragon and tiger swords have no effect on me on the third day. Although they are the fairy swords left by the ancestor Tianshi, they cannot be used at all in the hands of these two fellow Taoists. , Now that the trick has been used, I think the outcome will be today."
Wang Chongyang's big sleeves were fluttering, his temperament was grand, and his eyes were calm.
boom!
When he grasped it with his palm, it looked like a five-fingered mountain peak protruding from the sky. It had clear texture and appeared directly above the heads of two unparalleled divine dragons and divine tiger-like swords.
Click! Click!
There were wisps of incredible legal principles lingering on the big hand, brewing an indestructible will, and directly grabbed the two mountain-suppressing fairy swords on Qingcheng Mountain.
Holding it tightly in one hand, it seems like holding two psychic things!
Let the sharp aura jump wildly in the palm of your hand and split the palm!
But Wang Chongyang's face was calm, as if the palms of his hands were the kingdom of Taoist ancestors and Buddhas. Let alone two swords, even the two-headed gods and demons could not escape.
When this scene fell into the eyes of the two great patriarchs of Qingcheng Mountain, their eyes suddenly surged, and angry looks appeared on their cheeks:
"Ancestral Master's Dragon and Tiger Swords!!"
Similarly, this scene also made Lu Jingxiu of the Donghua sect and Mrs. Wei of the Shangqing sect, who both belonged to the Zhengyi sect, feel a sharp shock in their hearts.
The pair of swords in Qingcheng are the real celestial weapons left behind by the great monk Zutianshi of the Thirteenth Realm. Among the entire Zhengyimen, they are of the highest level in terms of power and status symbol.
Even the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain needs to be more respectful to those two swords.
But now it was held in Wang Chongyang's hand, and he felt like he wanted to seal it and take it away.
The Meng Yuan Demon Cultivator, Yao Jin Da Yao, Buddhist monks and others in the darkness in the distance were also frightened.
With one hand, he grabbed the two swords left behind by Zhang Tianshi.
This Wang Chongyang!
On the other hand, looking at the Zhongnan Mountain disciples at Wanxian Mountain, Qiu Chuji and others' faces were flushed, and they wished they could look up to the sky and shout.
This is their master.
Someone who can recreate the "Quan Zhen Sect" in Zhongnan Mountain while Quanzhen Tao is still alive!
Phew~
Wang Chongyang, who was fluttering in black robes, sighed quietly, and his eyes fell on the two great patriarchs of Qingcheng Mountain:
"The Quanzhen Tao is the same. You and I originally had the same ancestral style, but we have no choice. Tao Ancestor Tianzun also has a struggle for superiority and inferiority. There is no right or wrong in Tao. With this final blow, let the two Taoists become immortals."
The words fall.
Boom!
Another palm stretched out from under Yu Xiu's robe, and turned into a white jade-like sacred palm, hanging down from the sky, indescribably huge.
They were obviously ten-level monks, but an irresistible force descended over the entire Ten Thousand Immortals Mountains in an instant, causing the spirits of the other ten-level immortals and war-watching monks fighting here to boil and tremble.
They all looked up.
This palm far exceeded the level limit of Wang Chongyang's previous shots, as if it was reserved for the final blow.
Once pressed.
The sky with a radius of more than ten hundred miles suddenly became dark, and the sky was blocked by big hands, blocking all the light above the head.
Boom! !
The extremely terrifying pressure sank down, causing the heaven and earth to become empty, and the mountains, rivers and earth groaned and wailed.
"This palm! Have you broken through to the eleventh realm? Started to overcome the three disasters!"
"How could a ten-level immortal have such terrifying power!"
At the same time, many people watching the battle from all over the world, including those in high-rise buildings in Luoyang, felt horrified after seeing this palm.
