Ling Ming's sermon lasted for more than half an hour, and was announced to the end amidst the satisfied but reluctant expressions of the monks.
Li Qingfeng also learned some useful things from it, and planned to go back and test it, maybe it could increase the power of his ice attribute spells.
As early as when he was reborn, Li Qingfeng had already tried it. The laws of the world of cultivating immortals here were the same as those in his previous life. A monk could cast spells with certain attributes based on the attributes of his spiritual roots. The road is fair. Although a monk with Tianling roots can practice very quickly, he can only release spells with the same attributes as his spiritual root. On the contrary, although a monk with multiple spiritual roots can release spells with various attributes, his cultivation speed is faster than that of Tianling. Brother Gen is much slower - which coincides with the so-called principle of "it's difficult to master with too much".
Like Li Qingfeng, his main spiritual root is water, and ice belongs to water, so he can cast "ice cone technique", "water arrow technique", etc. In addition, he also has a golden spiritual root, which can release metallic spells. Ling Ming, on the other hand, can only cast ice and water attribute spells, and since his water attribute spells are released through ice spiritual roots, they will definitely contain ice-cold elements, unlike Li Qingfeng.
After the sermon was completed, another long and long sound of the cauldron sounded from the mountain gate, symbolizing the beginning of the next stage. Some monks from the Jinding Sect used magical formations to summon auspicious clouds to float in the sky, while others used magic weapons to fly in the air. The postures were obviously rehearsed, creating an auspicious and lively scene.
But when the atmosphere in the venue was getting heated, Li Qingfeng suddenly saw several Jinding Sect monks flying from the direction of the mountain gate out of the corner of his eye, each of them looking anxious. I saw a few of them flying towards the seat of Jinding Sect disciples on the left side of the high platform. Another person flew straight towards the disciple in charge of roll call, and leaned into his ear and said something unknown.
The disciples listened attentively, frowned, looked in the direction of the mountain gate, and hurriedly sang loudly: "Yu Guimen, Yu Zihua has arrived!"
Before the singing ended, a black and red figure roared from the mountain gate, accompanied by waves of ghostly wails and a sinister sneer. If Ling Ming's laughter was a breath of fresh air, this person's laughter would simply make goosebumps grow all over the body.
"Hmph, why is it so lively? It turns out that someone is building a foundation. For such a big thing, why don't you ask me to guard the ghost gate?"
As these words were spoken, countless ghosts were flying around, roaring and whistling.
Peng Yulong, who was sitting behind Wang Xunzhi, frowned, with a look of disbelief on his face: "It's Yu Laomo, has he made another breakthrough?!"
I saw that the person who came had white hair and beard, was wearing a black robe, and was walking in black mist. Behind him were countless gloomy ghosts of various shapes, all of them baring their teeth and claws, looking extremely ferocious. Among them, there were several red-clothed fierce ghosts with the most powerful auras. Even with just one glance at Peng Yulong, he had already seen several ghosts that had reached the level of foundation building.
He glanced at the leader Wang Xunzhi in front of him, and then glanced at Ling Ming on the high platform. He pinched the magic formula and flew up. The aura of a perfect monk in the middle stage of foundation building burst out from his body, and he shouted: "Old Demon Yu, you What do you mean, are you trying to break into my Jinding Mountain Gate?"
Following Peng Yulong's loud shout, there was a faint sound of sonorous cauldron ringing in Jinding Mountain, but it was no longer as long as before, but it was filled with a strong murderous aura of gold and iron.
In the square, the singing and dancing had stopped a long time ago. A group of mortal dancers and musicians had never seen such a scene before. One by one, they could not stand and fell to the ground. Some were so frightened that they shed tears and kowtowed, and some became incontinent. It was unspeakable that a good ceremony and a good show of attitude would be ruined by this Yu Zihua.
Li Qingfeng, who was in the ceiling, saw the face of the old man in black robe and narrowed his eyes slightly. There was no reaction on his face. He just picked up the tea and took a sip.
Isn't this black-robed old man known as "Old Demon Yu" the same foundation-building monk who once chased him in the mountains and forests of Wangjiacun?
After listening to Peng Yulong's words, the black-robed old man Yu Zihua laughed pitifully: "Peng, don't get me wrong. I came here specially to celebrate your foundation building ceremony. I heard that Ling Xiaoyou cultivated Yin Han. This skill, I hereby give you a bottle of first-level Qi and Blood Pill, take it to replenish your body."
The words "First-order Qi and Blood Pill" were bitten by him with a hint of contempt and humiliation.
After saying that, he turned his hand and took out a small bottle of elixir, and threw it towards a Jinding Sect disciple not far away, very fast. Before the disciple had time to react, he was suddenly hit by the pill bottle. Immediately, a fierce ghost emerged from the bottle and wrapped around the disciple. The disciple opened his mouth and let out a scream, but he couldn't break away from the evil ghost's entanglement.
Yu Zihua didn't seem to be afraid of the threat of Peng Yulong's control of the formation. Some people speculated that it was because the Jinding Sect's "Ten Directions Golden Cauldron Demon Refining Formation" was very powerful, but also very difficult to operate. The formation is not long-sighted. If the formation is controlled by the foundation-building monks, many of the guests who came here today and the disciples of the Jinding Sect who have not made any preparations may be accidentally injured. That's why he is so confident. .
"Yu Lao Mo, you are seeking death!"
Seeing Yu Zihua attack his disciple in front of him, Peng Yulong's eyes widened with anger, he turned his hand and held out two rings, which were filled with green light and turned out to be a spiritual weapon. Behind him, several other foundation-building monks from the Golden Cauldron Sect also stood up, with angry expressions on their faces, ready to attack.
At this moment, Ling Ming took action.
I saw him holding a magic formula in his hand, and there was no big movement. The ghost on the disciple was covered by the ice mist, including the bottle of pills, and everything was completely frozen in a few breaths. broken. The bottle of elixir still left some icy blue residue falling down, but Li Gui didn't even utter a wailing cry before he was frozen to pieces and disappeared.
"Senior Brother Peng."
He flew up, stretched out his hand, stopped Peng Yulong's movements, and signaled that he would solve it.
Seeing his actions, Peng Yulong glanced at Wang Xunzhi. After getting his look, he let out a heavy "hum", put away the two rings, folded his arms and fell back to the ground. He stood behind Wang Xunzhi with a black face. His face was solemn and he stared at Yu Zihua closely.
Yu Zihua, on the other hand, narrowed his triangular eyes and looked at Ling Ming gloomily. The two red-clothed fierce ghosts around him were ready to see what he was going to do.
"Fellow Daoist Yu." Ling Ming stood tall in the air and said loudly: "Thank you, fellow daoist, for the gift. I have heard that fellow daoist Yu is very skilled in martial arts, but Ling Ming is not talented. I would like to ask fellow daoist for advice."
"Haha, it's just you?" Yu Zihua sneered: "Then you can go and ask for advice slowly. My gift has been delivered, so I won't accompany you anymore!"
After that, he flicked the long sleeves of his black robe, rolled up the ghost objects around him, and turned into a black and red escaping light, heading towards the gate of Jinding Mountain.
