In the world of spiritual practice, the more advanced a person is, the more he cherishes his life.
They know the value of life and will never put themselves in danger.
In order to obtain resources for cultivation, they often use means such as making friends, trading, and negotiating, and rarely solve problems through violent means.
Salar has seen countless ruthless people, and those who put their lives at risk for profit seem to him to be just minor characters.
Those real masters are extremely cautious and easily avoid fighting.
"Fellow Taoist, as the leader of the caravan, I, Salal, am the strongest monk here. I am controlled by a monk in the Rongling Realm..."
Snapped!
Before Salar could finish speaking, he was slapped hard on the face.
The entire caravan fell silent, as if time had stood still at this moment.
Just now, Xiao Xiu, who was in the psychic realm, suddenly took action and slapped the leader hard on the face.
Salar was stunned by this slap.
He was not seriously injured, although his face was burning and painful.
As a monk in the Spiritual Realm, Salar was actually slapped by a minor cultivator in the Psychic Realm.
When the guards of the caravan saw this scene, they were all stunned and remained silent for a long time.
"I'm going to kill you!" Salal's face became ferocious.
Li Shuidao grabbed his feet and pulled him down, then punched the old master to death...
Punch after punch, palm after palm.
Salar wanted to cast a spell, but before he could even recite a spell, he was slapped back.
When Li Shuidao stopped beating, Salar had fallen to the ground and rolled all over the ground.
His cheeks were swollen and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. His originally handsome face had become swollen and ugly.
"You, you little cultivator... I want you to die without a burial place." As Salar cursed in his mouth, the ground shook.
A huge crack opened in the ground, and from the crack, a huge and terrifying earth dragon emerged. It was huge, shaped like a giant pangolin, and its whole body was covered with metal-like scales. These scales all had inverted Thorns, flashing with a dazzling cold light.
"It's the Blade Earth Dragon!"
"Salal's colleague!"
"This man is dead! He will be torn to pieces by the Blade Earth Dragon."
"Salar is the strongest master of the Sala family, otherwise we wouldn't be able to build a caravan."
"Blade Earth Dragon! Tear this arrogant guy to pieces."
The merchants shouted excitedly, as if they had seen the scene where Li Shuidao was torn in half by the Blade Earth Dragon, chewed by the Earth Dragon's fangs, and the ground was covered with blood.
However, facing the Blade Earth Dragon, Li Shuidao not only showed no fear, but even had a look of excitement in his eyes.
He rushed towards the Earth Dragon like lightning, punching the head and face directly into the sharp mouthparts of the Blade Earth Dragon.
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound and the fangs broke.
The Blade Earth Dragon put on a mask of pain, and this was just the beginning. Li Shuidao's fists hit Earth Dragon's old teeth like a violent storm.
Punch after punch, it had teeth all over the ground. Earth Dragon let out a painful whimper. He wanted to escape, but his body was too heavy. Li Shuidao chased him all the way. Earth Dragon's scales were torn by his punches, and blood flowed out. Splashing around, even if it retracted into the pit, it was grabbed by the tail and dragged out.
When the Blade Earth Dragon was dragged out of the cave, it had turned into a dead dragon.
Beaten to death by heavy punches...
The people in the caravan were silent, even those who were cursing Salar wildly did not say a word.
"Is there anyone stronger?" Li Shuidao asked, wiping the blood on his face.
Salar looked at Li Shuidao resentfully and said: "There is no one stronger in the caravan, but..." At this point, Salal's eyes became extremely sharp, even hiding a trace of murderous intent: "There are no masters in this world. Countless, if you want to challenge a strong person, I can take you to a place where you will definitely have a strong person who can rival you."
"Where?" Li Shuidao asked curiously.
"Xiantu City!" Salal said with sharp eyes.
"It's too far. Is there anything a little closer? It doesn't have to be an immortal cultivator, it can also be a monster." Li Shuidao shook his head and said.
Hearing this, Salal showed a cold smile and said: "Of course there is, I'm afraid fellow Taoists won't dare to go."
Li Shuidao took a deep look at Salar. Even with his eyes closed, he could guess that this was a provoking method.
The opponent Salal introduced to him must be very strong or extremely dangerous.
However, Li Shuidao was desperate at this time and could only take risks.
"Take me there." Li Shuidao said with narrowed eyes.
Salar took a deep look at Li Shuidao, and then said in a pleading tone: "I will take you there after I arrange the caravan first."
Li Shuidao nodded to show his agreement.
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Yunmang Mountains.
Zixiao Peak.
Ancestor Hall.
For a family, the most important building is the ancestral hall, and for a sect, the most important place is the "ancestral hall".
Even the leader, Yun Wuji, has to bathe and change clothes, burn incense and pray every time he comes here without showing any disrespect.
The Ancestral Master Hall is located in the forbidden area of the back mountain of Zixiao Peak, which is inaccessible to tourists.
Among the green mountains and forests, there is a solemn building. Its exterior wall is made of bluestone. It is simple and heavy, exuding a sense of vicissitudes of time.
From the outside, it is impossible to tell what the purpose of this house is. The dark door is closed tightly, making it impossible to enter.
The interior space of the Patriarch Hall is spacious and bright, enshrining the portraits of the ancestors of the sect.
Not only is the fallen ancestor of the sect enshrined here, but there are also third-level monks from the Yunmang Sword Sect guarding it. They usually don't go out easily.
As for the True Lord Wuxiang of the Yunmang Sword Sect, they are like divine dragons, and it is difficult to find them unless they pass through third-level monks.
The third-level monks of the Patriarch Hall only need to hold a small meeting to decide on the appointment and removal of the head of the Sword Sect.
In a secret room in the Patriarch Hall.
Third-level monk Fang Shitian opened a wooden box and placed Ye Luyuan's broken clothes unreasonably.
Ye Luyuan and Fang Shitian can be regarded as having a master-disciple relationship. Now that they only see the tomb, they can't help but feel sad.
"Huh?" Fang Shitian had a look of doubt in his eyes. He put the broken clothes to the tip of his nose and smelled it. His expression suddenly changed, and then a soft yellow flame burned in his hand. It was the same thing that had appeared in Yinxue City. The medicine master's spiritual fire.
A wisp of spiritual fire lightly passed over the clothes, and a strong medicinal fragrance floated out. Fang Shitian took a deep breath of the medicinal aroma, and his expression became solemn.
That's right! This is definitely Dragon Bone Tai Sui!
Fang Shitian turned into a ray of light and left the ancestral hall, landing in a mysterious building under Zixiao Peak.
This is Tianji Hall, which is also a little-known forbidden area of Yunmang Sword Sect.
The inner courtyard of Tianji Hall is simply and elegantly decorated, and is peaceful. There is an ancient well in the center of the yard. The water in the well is crystal clear and exudes a faint fragrance. There is an ancient tree next to the well, the trunk of which is engraved with all kinds of strange runes...
Through the inner courtyard, Fang Shitian came to the main hall of Tianji Hall. The main hall is spacious and bright, with a simple stone table and several bluestone benches placed in the hall. Various ancient books and documents are placed on the stone table, exuding the strong fragrance of ink. The walls were covered with charts and runes of mathematical deductions, shining with a mysterious light.
In the center of the main hall, there is a monk sitting. He is the master of Tianji Hall, Qianshu Zhenren.
The poor man is wearing a green Taoist robe, his face is old and solemn, and his eyes are as deep as a pool.
He is holding a Bagua compass with complex runes painted on it...
Fang Shitian walked up to Master Qianshu and said solemnly: "Give me Li Shuidao's destiny book."
Master Qianshu nodded, put down the compass and made a move with one hand, and the letter hanging on the Tianji Pavilion flew into his hand.
This is a destiny book. Its cover is made of black animal skin and is engraved with strange runes and patterns.
There is a mysterious brilliance flowing on the destiny book, which seems to contain the indescribable secret of destiny.
Master Qianshu warned solemnly: "Once the Book of Heavenly Secrets is opened, it means peeking into the secrets of Heaven, and you will inevitably suffer divine punishment. If Taoist Fang doesn't want to face such consequences, it's best not to open it and read it."
Fang Shitian sighed and said: "How could I not know? But in order to avenge my beloved disciple, it doesn't matter if I am entangled in karma and suffer divine punishment?"
"People say that the higher your cultivation level, the more indifferent you become. Senior Fang is so cultivated that he actually avenges his disciples and is not afraid of divine punishment. Ye Daoyou knows well, and I am afraid he can also smile." Master Qiong Su said with a sigh on his face.
"I also want to let go, but I can't. People always have to talk about emotions." After saying that, Fang Shitian was about to open Li Shuidao's life book.
Master Qianshu said quickly: "Senior Fang, please go outside and open it to read by yourself. I don't want to bear this responsibility."
Fang Shitian nodded in understanding, and then came to the small courtyard with this destiny letter.
Then he slowly opened Li Shuidao's life book.
There were only twisted words on the destiny book. Under the sunlight, they turned into countless permutations and combinations of words, and finally turned into a row of golden words.
"At the third level of Liuhe, Jiazi fights for the place of puppets."
The first half of the sentence talks about time, and the second half talks about location.
Fang Shitian immediately took out the brass compass and made calculations based on the heavenly stems and earthly branches...
The calculation speed is very fast...
Fang Shitian's face was gloomy. As long as he followed the instructions in the fate book, he could find Li Shuidao deep in the Silver Grassland. And as long as he found Li Shuidao, caught him and searched for his soul, he could get all the clues about Dragon Bone Tai Sui. .
Although Fang Shitian doesn't need the dragon bone Tai Sui treasure yet, it doesn't prevent him from getting it first.
This is a treasure that even the True Monarch Wuxiang dreams of.
Fang Shitian turned into a ray of light and left quickly.
There are many limitations to all the techniques of deducing fortunes. The Yunmang Sword Sect’s fortune-telling calligraphy method only needs to find the birth date and horoscope of the person to be calculated, and the calculation results are extremely accurate. However, if you read other people’s fortune-telling without authorization, you will inevitably be subject to certain consequences. Backlash.
The consequences are unpredictable, and the degree of danger is related to the fortune of the person being told the fortune.
Even the True Lord Wuxiang is not willing to read anyone's destiny book easily.
(End of chapter)
