Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

Chapter 1,181: Great Master Hongmeng, Emperor Cang Yang

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Staring at the three giant lions in mid-air, Xu Junming looked calm.

"If it were protected by a flesh shell, it would take a lot of effort to capture an idiot like you, but now, it's much easier."

As he spoke, something moved in his heart.

A colorful gourd of ten thousand feet in size appeared from nothingness.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, the seven-color brilliance flashed, the gourd disappeared, and a black bell replaced it.

‘Boom’!

The earth-shattering bell rang.

The giant lion that sensed something was wrong and wanted to run away was instantly staggered by the sound of the bell, and its previous overwhelming power also dissipated.

Before the bell even fell, the big black bell turned into a chain holding up the sky, like a giant dragon reaching through the sky, wrapping around the giant lion like lightning.

At the same time, the black gourds also swarmed up and took in the giant lion.

The moment it disappeared, the boiling vines in the air and the green water below seemed to have been stripped of their muscles and bones, and instantly calmed down.

After taking back the swallowing gourd and the soul gourd, he turned around and looked at the bronze hall located on the thick and short mountain.

It still stands firm and stable, mysterious and mysterious, as if it has existed forever.

After staring for a while, he smiled casually.

With a wave of his big sleeves, the azure aura surged, and a black channel appeared in mid-air.

The body transformed into a escaping light, flew in, and disappeared in an instant.

When he appeared again, the surrounding environment had changed again.

A quiet bamboo forest appeared in front of me.

The bamboo is nine feet high and as thick as a human waist, but the green bamboo leaves are shining with a rich blue-white divine light.

The strong Yimu Taoist charm made Xu Jun, who loved collecting various spiritual roots, understand that each of them was no less than the top-notch innate spiritual root 'Celestial Bamboo' in his hand.

More than a hundred yuan will come, and even if there is Hongmeng's creation spirit water, he can only cultivate three hundred plants of Azure Immortal Bamboo.

But there are no less than ten thousand bamboo trees in the bamboo forest in front of you.

In addition, he could clearly sense the existence of more powerful spiritual roots deep in the bamboo forest.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked around.

There is irreversible darkness outside the bamboo forest.

Of course, that is not the real darkness, but the aura of chaos condensed to the extreme.

The concentration of chaotic spiritual energy here is even higher than that of the Hunyuan stone ball that he carefully crafted.

At its feet is a stone platform paved with bluestone, next to Chaos and the bamboo forest.

The stone platform is a hundred feet in diameter, thick and hard, and most of it is occupied by a three-headed giant lion that is thirty feet long, lying on the ground, and covered with navy blue scales.

It looked like it had fallen into a deep sleep.

The fierce and domineering aura reminded Xu Junming of the 'Son of Hongmeng', a behemoth of destruction that he had fought against once and had one arm cut off by him.

However, the aura of this guy, who was only thirty feet tall, was no worse than the one he fought against in the early years, and was even stronger.

If you don't appear directly in its belly, making it difficult for it to use its strong body, it will not be so easy to subdue it.

With a slap on the gourd on his waist, the invisible power of swallowing enveloped the three giant lions and slowly put them away.

With a thought in his heart, he landed lightly on the stone platform.

He glanced at the path that connected the stone platform and ran through the bamboo forest. After thinking about it for a while, he took a step forward.

The bamboo forest is quiet, but you can't hear the chirping of insects and birds. Although it is full of vitality, it feels weird.

The trail was long. After walking about a hundred meters, we turned a corner and a small lake appeared in front of us.

The small lake, which is a hundred acres in size, is as smooth as a mirror.

Xu Junming could clearly sense the surprisingly rich Yimu spiritual energy in the lake.

"If I get this lake spirit water, my thirteen gourds will have further knowledge."

A slightly greedy gaze swept across the lake and stopped on the small island in the center of the lake.

Most of the island, which is five to six acres in size, is covered by a strange tree that looks like a willow tree but has pink flowers as large as the top of a bowl.

Seeing it, Xu Junming's heart trembled.

"Mid-grade Hongmeng spiritual root!"

As someone who personally restored the Chaos Green Lotus to its original state bit by bit, Xu Junming knew very well what the aura of the middle-grade Hongmeng Spiritual Root was like.

This strange tree that looks like a willow tree has a hidden, thick and rich aura of wood. Just by looking at it a few times, you can feel the charm of the avenue of wood.

Unless he has the Hongmeng Spiritual Root, there is no spiritual root that can make him feel this way.

Under the strange tree, not far from the lakeside, is a thatched hut. It is simple, just like an ordinary house, without any strangeness at all.

Xu Junming took a step and instantly crossed the small lake and arrived at the island.

After looking up at the strange tree, he did not follow the stone path to the hut, but walked around the hut and came to the back.

Without the obstruction in front, a small pavilion deep into the small lake appeared in front of us.

The entire pavilion is made of logs and is extremely simple.

Under the pavilion, an old man wearing a raincoat sat cross-legged, holding a long fishing rod in his hand, one end slightly bent, hovering over the lake.

The pale white fishing line goes straight down to the lake.

Xu Junming stepped forward and soon arrived behind the pavilion.

The old man didn't seem to notice his arrival, and there was no movement at all.

Xu Junming didn't speak either.

The two of them were sitting one behind the other, one standing and the other sitting.

One hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years, tens of millions of years, in the blink of an eye there is a Yuanhui.

Suddenly, the fishing line in the old man's hand moved.

The originally calm lake surface was filled with waves, and gradually images began to appear.

Xu Junming soon discovered that that was everything he experienced after entering Cangyang Immortal Mansion.

Obviously, every move he makes is sensed by the other party. This didn't surprise him. If someone was running rampant in his dojo, he would know that person's behavior very well.

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"This is the first time in the Three Thousand Yuan Association that a monk has come up to me."

There was a hint of dominance like the setting sun in the old voice.

"In that case, wouldn't I be honored?"

Xu Junming's tone was calm as before.

The old man slowly turned around. Under the wide-brimmed bamboo hat was a childlike face with white hair.

His eyes are deep, like eagles, penetrating deep into his heart.

The cheekbones are high and the face is thin, reflecting the majesty of the past.

Although it was different from what he saw in that illusion, his aura was indeed that of the powerful ‘Emperor Cang Yang’ who once dominated the wild world.

A Hongmeng Grand Master who rules tens of thousands of Yuanhui in the wild world.

Xu Junming's expression was solemn. Although the other party did not show any breath, he could feel that there seemed to be a bottomless abyss in front of him. It was mysterious and difficult to fathom, and at the same time it exuded a shuddering aura.

But he is also very human.

With confidence, I naturally don’t panic.

He was able to remain calm when facing Emperor Cang Yang.

A subtle stream of light flashed from those deep eyes, and Xu Junming keenly captured the surprise in it.