"I don't agree with this. Fellow Daoist Shen has only become famous in recent years. Fellow Daoist Xu has been famous for a long time. In terms of fame, Fellow Daoist Xu is more famous, but in terms of strength, Fellow Daoist Shen should be better."
Ye Hongyao said with a smile.
"False names are of no use. In the world of immortality, strength is respected. I can't use divination to destroy Xuanyin Ghost Mother."
Tianji Sanren said.
"Both Fellow Daoist Shen and Fellow Daoist Xu are the best among Nascent Soul cultivators. There is no need to differentiate between them."
Lin Qian smoothed things over.
Shen Long nodded and said, "What Fairy Lin said is true. By the way, I want to ask fellow Taoist Xu about something."
"Fellow Daoist Shen, it's okay to say it. Xu knows everything and says it."
Tianji Sanren said.
"The art of divination is to detect the secrets of heaven. Is the fate of every monk fixed? It cannot be changed? If it is fixed, there is no need to practice it! Anyway, it is in destiny."
Shen Long said.
"A fortune teller can glean the secrets of heaven, but he only knows a rough idea. Man can win over heaven, and it depends on man."
Tianji Sanren said.
"Man can conquer heaven? Why do you say it depends on man?"
Ye Hongyao said doubtfully.
"Some people believe in fate. No matter what they gain or lose, they feel that it is their own fate. Some people do not believe in fate. Even if they are destined to die, they still think that they can find a way out. Destiny is difficult to predict. Things, so I said it depends on people, do you believe in fate, or do you believe in destiny?"
Tianji Sanren said slowly, his eyes falling on Shen Long.
"One third trusts in fate, and the other seven points trusts oneself, whether it is divination or controlling beasts, they are all just auxiliary means. How many god-transformation monks have appeared in Qianyang Realm throughout the ages? Is it true that every god-transformation monk is destined to Advancing to the stage of spiritual transformation? Not necessarily, personal efforts cannot be ignored, Taoist heart is the most important."
Shen Long said seriously.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, can you go further on the path of immortality if you have a firm heart? Not necessarily! Some monks rely on the shadow of their ancestors or bad luck to advance to the Nascent Soul stage. They have never encountered any great Despite setbacks, one still advances to the Nascent Soul stage."
A potbellied old man in gold robe asked.
"So I say three points of faith in destiny. There is a saying in the secular world, there is no need to read official documents in destiny. This is the truth. After all, there are only a few monks who rely on the shadow of their ancestors or those who have lost their lives to have children. The majority of monks do not have this Monk-like conditions.”
Shen Long expressed his opinion.
"You are right, Fellow Daoist Shen, and I agree with Fellow Daoist Shen."
Ye Hongyao deeply agrees.
The monks were chatting together, talking about heaven and earth, and when they got to the West Desert Cultivation World, they naturally talked about ghosts and the Xuanyin Ghost Mother.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, can you take out your spiritual treasure that can locate the Xuanyin Ghost Mother for everyone to see? It is actually more powerful than the ghost hunting plate."
The old man in golden robe said curiously.
"During the fight, I was destroyed by Xuanyin Ghost Mother."
Shen Long made up a reason.
Many Yuanying monks are very curious about this treasure. If they have this treasure in their hands, they can walk sideways in Xuanyin Cave. Shen Long can only say that this treasure is destroyed.
"That's such a pity. If you have this treasure in hand, it will be much easier to hunt for treasures in Xuanyin Cave."
Lin Qian said in a regretful tone.
"Fairy Lin, will Senior Lin show up at this Ten Thousand Swords Conference? Will he preach?"
Tianji Sanren asked curiously.
"I don't know what my ancestor is doing. The last time I saw my ancestor was more than a hundred years ago."
Lin Qian said.
She took out a magic disk with flashing red light, entered a magic formula, and said excitedly: "Fellow Daoist Xu is also here to participate in the Ten Thousand Swords Conference."
"Fairy Lin, are you talking about True Lord Lihuo?"
Chu Buyu asked curiously.
"Exactly. Does Fairy Chu know Fellow Daoist Xu?"
Lin Qian asked.
Chu Buyu nodded and said, "I had a chance encounter with fellow Daoist Xu."
"Zhenjun Lihuo! He is a disciple of Qinglian Sword Master! This time is really exciting."
Ye Hongyao said with a smile.
Qinglian Sword Master is a monk who transforms into gods. He was born in the world of Beihai Immortal Cultivator. He is proficient in sword control and has been famous for many years. Zhenjun Lihuo is his disciple.
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen fellow Daoist Xu in many years."
Zhou Hualei said.
Not long after, a burly young man in red shirt walked in. The young man in red shirt was carrying an exquisite red sword box. A red flame was engraved on the surface of the sword box. His body exuded a strong evil spirit.
The eyes of the young man in red shirt quickly passed over the monks present and landed on Shen Long.
"Fellow Daoist Xu, long time no see."
Lin Qian said hello.
Zhenjun Lihuo nodded and said to Shen Long: "You must be Fellow Daoist Shen! I have heard of Fellow Daoist Shen for a long time. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Shen is willing to give me some advice?"
He has been stuck in a bottleneck for many years. He has been competing with the powerful Yuanying monks for these years. This time, he came to find an opponent in the Ten Thousand Swords Conference.
Shen Long was stunned. He didn't expect Zhenjun Lihuo to make such a request.
"Fellow Daoist Xu, there are so many Yuanying monks here, why do you only come to me for discussion?"
Shen Long said doubtfully.
"I have discussed with fellow Taoist Zhou. If other fellow Taoists are interested, they can also discuss with me."
Zhenjun Lihuo's tone was calm and he didn't pay attention to other people at all.
The Nascent Soul cultivators present looked at each other, and no one spoke up to challenge.
Zhenjun Lihuo is a disciple of the cultivator of the Transformation of Gods and one of the Ten Immortals of the North Sea, with a great reputation.
"I'm stuck at a bottleneck, and I want to discuss with other fellow Taoists to resolve the bottleneck. Fellow Daoist Shen, don't get me wrong, I have no other intentions."
Zhenjun Lihuo explained.
"Both Daoyou Daoist Shen and Daoyou Daoist Xu are very strong. I also want to know who is more powerful."
Tianji Sanren showed an expression of interest on his face.
"The two fellow Taoists have quite a lot of magical powers, so let's limit them to three moves! This will avoid damaging the harmony."
Chu Buyu suggested.
"Yes, this is better."
Ye Hongyao deeply agrees.
"That won't help me resolve the bottleneck. This is a ball of fourth-order spiritual flames. If Fellow Daoist Shen wins, the stuff will be yours. If you lose, how about giving me ten bottles of fourth-order elixirs?"
Zhenjun Lihuo took out a jade bottle with flashing green light and said.
"Fourth level spiritual flame!"
The eyes of Ye Hongyao and many other Nascent Soul cultivators became intense.
Shen Long pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay! But this is not a place for fighting. Let's find another place."
"There is an open space in the southwest outside Fangshi, where two fellow Taoists can compete."
Ye Hongyao said.
"Fellow Daoist Xu, will I be able to obtain the fourth level spiritual flame if I defeat you?"
The old man in golden robe said.
"Exactly, if you lose, you have to take out the corresponding bet. You don't have to take out ordinary things."
Zhenjun Lihuo's tone was calm.
"No problem, how about I make a bet with a 1,500-year-old Heavenly Soul Lotus?"
The old man in golden robe said.
"No problem! Are there any other fellow Taoists who want to participate in the competition?"
Zhenjun Lihuo looked at the other monks.
No one responded. Zhenjun Lihuo has been famous for many years and has great strength.
"Okay! Let the three of us compete!"
Lord Lihuo said.
They left Fang City and flew toward the southwest. After flying more than three hundred miles, they appeared over a vast plain.
"Who comes first?"
Lord Lihuo asked.
"I'll go first!"
The old man in golden robe said.
Shen Long and others retreated to a distance to watch the battle. The golden-robed old man and Zhenjun Lihuo were hundreds of feet apart.
"I, Chen Xin, please give me some advice from fellow Taoist Xu."
After the golden-robed old man said these words, he pinched the magic formula, and the golden light on his body emitted, and a large amount of golden poisonous mist emerged, flooding Chen Xin's body.
The golden mist rolled and surged, and a golden hand more than ten feet in size appeared and headed straight for Zhenjun Lihuo.
The red light of Zhenjun Lihuo's right hand burst out, and he slashed towards the void. A huge red sword light swept out, cut the golden hand in half, and went straight towards Chen Xin.
Chen Xin sacrificed a large piece of glittering golden gravel, pinched it with the magic formula, and the golden gravel suddenly condensed and turned into a golden giant blade about ten feet long, which he advanced towards.
The golden giant blade collided with the red sword light, and the latter instantly collapsed, and the golden giant blade slashed towards Zhenjun Lihuo.
Zhenjun Lihuo pinched his sword skills, and a flying sword with flashing red light flew out from the sword box, with astonishing aura.
"Lingbao!"
Shen Long frowned. The sword box could not only contain a flying sword of the spirit treasure level. It seemed that Zhenjun Lihuo owned a complete set of spirit treasures and was worthy of being a disciple of the cultivator of the Transformation of Gods.
The red flying sword collided with the golden giant blade, and there was a muffled sound of gold and iron clashing. The latter instantly collapsed and turned into a large piece of golden gravel. The golden gravel suddenly condensed, wrapping the red flying sword, and the red flying sword burst into flames. Green smoke.
Zhenjun Lihuo's sword technique changed, and the aura of the red flying sword exploded, a large red flame burst out, the golden gravel fell off, and the red flying sword went straight towards Chen Xin.
The red flying sword sank into the golden mist, like mud sinking into the sea.
The golden mist rolled and surged, and golden arrows flew out one after another. At the same time, ripples appeared in the void above Zhenjun Lihuo's head, and a huge golden dragon claw appeared and was photographed head-on. Crushing True Lord Lihuo into pieces.
(End of chapter)
