Fortune Teller

There were constant sounds of fighting at the edge of the sea.

Bu Yan, Qing Gu and others are all top figures in the eighth level. Although they are not as good as the Langhuan realm, they are still close to the threshold of the Tianfang realm.

Every secret technique has a shocking power, and when combined with the Lingbao, the power reaches an unimaginable level.

"Uncle Qinggu's water-cutting sword is almost as good as a ninth-grade spiritual treasure!"

Master Shangmiao of Qingquan Temple looked at the sea area where his uncle was from a distance, with a look of wonder on his face.

"That's natural. No matter how powerful the spiritual treasures refined by the predecessors are, they can't compare to the weapons that I personally refined. In order to refine the water-cutting sword, Uncle Qinggu traveled around the Moro Realm and collected a lot of precious materials. , and ventured to the void outside the territory, and after many difficulties, I collected all the rare treasures. "

"I heard that on the day the Water-cutting Sword was perfected, the sword's light swept across millions of miles of void, making it unrivaled among its peers."

Another Shang Miao said.

The two people's undisguised discussion immediately aroused laughter.

"Sweeping across a million miles of void? The cowhide is blown up to the sky," a voice came from a temple, "Not to mention that he is only an eighth-grade, the top secret disciple has only practiced to the level of Xiaocheng, and the eighth-grade spiritual treasure in his hand is also But Erer, how can you be invincible among your peers?"

"This Emperor, the Red Feather Emperor, is truly invincible."

"Emperor Akabane!"

The two superiors were about to retort, but when they heard these three words, they quickly closed their mouths and did not dare to say a word.

The Red Feather Emperor of the Twelve Temples is said to have the bloodline of the Phoenix. He is physically extremely powerful and has extremely good talent and understanding. When combined with the two, his strength has reached the Tianshu realm.

Such beings are almost invincible under the Patriarch.

There are many powerful Tianshu realms in the Langhuan realm, but it does not mean that other realms can also do it. After all, there is a source realm of ten thousand laws there. The number of longevity magic medicine is far more than a thousand times that in the ordinary realm, and the sects Lin Li, there are more than a dozen true sages alone, and there are more than 100 sages.

Tianshu realm is still rare in ordinary realms, only two or three people in an era.

"The Red Feather Emperor...fellow Taoist Ming Yu seems to have said that she plans to rebuild the Phoenix Clan in one thousand three hundred years."

Gu Xiuyun moved his fingertips slightly, with a smile on his lips.

Emperor Ming has always wanted to revive the Feng clan, but she cannot do it alone. She must have help from her fellow clansmen.

When the time comes, it seems good to capture a phoenix with excellent talent and take it back as a gift.

…

Time passed, and the fight between Wu Yan and others came to an end.

The competition between the eighth-level powerful men only lasts for half an hour. Whoever kills more and stronger Inferi within the specified time limit will be ranked higher.

Compared with the discussion between the ancestors, the competition between true artistic conceptions is much more direct. No one is blind. Who is strong and who is weak can be seen at a glance.

"Compared to the other eight people, Fu Yan is good at suppressing and encircling, but his fighting methods are inferior. I guess he can be ranked in the top three."

Gu Xiuyun nodded secretly.

This ranking is already not low.

There are only nine powerful men in the sixteen ancient temples who are over 30,000 years old. Each of them is a top powerhouse. Some are good at fighting, some are good at saving lives, and their methods are different.

For example, Qinggu of Qingquan Temple, the power of the water-cutting sword combined with the secret killing technique is almost terrifying. Every time the sword falls, an eighth-level psychic Yin corpse falls. As for monk Dinghe of Dingkong Temple, most of his Taoist and secret arts focus on escaping to save his life. It took several breaths of effort to kill an eighth-grade Yin corpse, which was a pitiful low ranking.

Boom!

A bell tolled.

Patriarch Zangchen used his Yuan Power to bring back all the true artistic conception.

"In half an hour, Qingquan Temple Qinggu's nephew killed 2,700 eighth-grade Yin corpses and ranked first. Do you have any objections?"

The ancestors and powerful figures from all the forces nodded their heads one after another.

Qinggu was good at killing, and he killed almost two or three times more eighth-grade Yin corpses than others. Who would dare to say anything wrong about such an astonishing gap.

"Master Nephew of Zhenyan Temple, Buyan, beheaded 1,400 eighth-grade Yin corpses and 260,000 low-level Yin corpses, while Jixuanshan Jiming's nephew, beheaded 1,300 eighth-grade Yin corpses, There are 280,000 low-level Inferi, who do you think can be ranked second?”

Patriarch Zangchen looked around.

"Disciple believes that Senior Brother Jiming is slightly better," an eighth-grade expert said loudly, "Senior Brother Fuyin is holding a spiritual treasure, and with the secret method and the treasure, he can kill 1,400 Yin corpses. Senior Brother Jiming is unarmed. It’s three points stronger.”

"Unarmed? You can tell that," monk Bu Zheng said angrily, "The treasures in Jixuan Mountain are mainly soul-based. He has no weapons in his hands, but it doesn't mean that the sea of ​​consciousness is empty."

"Soul-type treasures are a little more difficult to deal with the Inferi at the same level, which is indeed understandable." Another ninth-grade ancestor spoke.

"It goes without saying that junior brother is good at suppressing encirclement, and with the spiritual treasure in hand, the number of corpses killed is only about a hundred more than that of Ji Ming. In terms of strength, Ji Ming is still slightly better."

…

One by one, powerful people spoke up, and almost 70% of them supported the Jiming monks.

This shows how bad the situation of Shingon Temple is.

According to the rules of the Enfaxiang Association, low-level Inferi are generally not counted in the eighth-grade powerful competition. Only when both sides kill an equal number of kills, low-level Inferi will be considered.

For example, Qinggu from Qingquan Temple killed 2,700 eighth-grade Yin corpses by himself, ranking first without any dispute.

Bu Yan Biji Ming had killed more than a hundred eighth-grade Yin corpses, so he could reasonably be ranked second. However, Patriarch Zangchen chose to compare the two of them, and his sinister intentions were evident.

"Who is strong and who is weak cannot be said with words. Since you can't decide the outcome, why not let the two of them fight."

Gu Xiuyun said quietly.

After the words fell, the sky above the entire sea area became quiet. Patriarch Xianyun is the nominal host of the Incense Meeting and the person with the highest level of cultivation. He has spoken, who dares to refute?

Moreover, fighting to determine the outcome was originally the rule of the Dharma Incense Association, but everyone deliberately ignored it.

The eight-level pinnacle is fighting, and if you are not careful, it will cause serious consequences.

"Fellow Taoist Xianyun, I'm afraid there's something wrong with this matter. Both Fu Yan and Ji Ming are the top geniuses in the Zen sect. If the two of them fight against each other, if danger arises, even I and others will not be able to deal with it in time." Patriarch Zangchen frowned. .

"It doesn't matter. I don't have the ability to say goodbye. I'm still a little confident in my space skills. It's not a big problem to save the lives of the two of them." Gu Xiuyun looked calm.

"Then it depends on fellow Taoist!"

Patriarch Zangchen said no more. That’s it. If he continues to be biased, it would be unjustifiable. The face of the Patriarch of the Heavenly Star Realm is still very important.

Whoosh!

Monk Fuyan and Monk Jiming turned into two arcs of light and flew tens of thousands of miles away.

The fighting at the top of the Sky Stone Realm would cause tens of thousands of miles around to be destroyed and shattered. The Patriarchs didn't care, but the Douxiao Realm below couldn't bear it.

There was a roar.

The monk Wuyan took the lead, and the Zen staff in his hand emitted a bright golden light, reflecting the void into gold.

Monk Jiming's eyes were indifferent, and he seemed to be doing nothing except forming a formation with his two palms, but everyone knew that he must have activated the secret technique of the soul.

Zen disciples are good at soul-based methods, and Jixuanshan is even better. Every disciple focuses on soul attacks.

Amidst the collision, the void cracked open...

"Fellow Taoist Xianyun, who do you think will win?" Patriarch Zangchen forced out a smile.

"Pindao doesn't know much about Zen methods, and he can't give a clue. I think the one from Jixuanshan has a better chance of winning."

Gu Xiuyun looked thoughtful.

Is Jixuanshan more likely to win? Then who are you kidding by proposing a fight... Patriarch Zangchen cursed secretly, knowing that there was nothing he could say.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

There were roars, and the two eighth-level experts were locked in a fierce fight. Neither side had an absolute advantage, and they were fighting for the sect's resources. They used all their secret techniques and spiritual treasures, without any intention of holding back.

"This fight is destined to last for a long time!"

The ancestors standing high looked at each other with indifferent eyes.

Only the incomprehensible host showed an anxious look. Whether he came in second or third place had a great impact on the Shingon Temple. Maybe it was this little ranking that changed the result in the end.

"No words, you must win, we have no way out!" Host Wujie clenched his fists.

…

Above the clouds, Yan Lu still had his eyes closed.

None of the Douxiao Realm disciples around him noticed him. Even if someone did, they would think that he was comprehending the mystery of fusion.

Everyone did not know that Yan Lu's entire sea of ​​consciousness was shrouded in mist at this moment, and there were layers of illusions. Only a strong will could break through the barriers of illusions.

"Everything is fake."

Deep in the illusion, Yan Lu gritted his teeth.

Every illusion points directly to the depths of the soul, greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, fear, pain, temptation, torture...

The illusions set up by Gu Xiuyun are not disguised at all, they are pure spiritual training, but his realm is too high, and every illusion can arouse the deepest emotions in the mind.

Yan Luming knew that what he saw was fake, but he still couldn't help but fall in.

The performance of Dharma Incense lasted for half a month, but Yan Lu felt as if decades had passed.

This kind of painful suffering almost makes people collapse.

"If I can't get through, it only means that my mind is defective and I need to continue to improve."

Yan Lu clenched his fists, veins popped out all over his body, and countless scars were branded on his body from unknown time.

Chopping with knives and axes, seas of fire and icebergs, before he knew it, he had gone through more than 700 illusions, and experienced torture, temptation, and pain that even he could not count.

"There are hundreds of thousands of disciples in Zhenyan Temple. How many of them can get the guidance of Senior Xianyun? I don't have the talent and understanding of my senior brothers, and I don't have the family background of my direct lineage. The only one I can rely on is myself. I must seize this opportunity."

The obsession in Yan Lu's heart almost affected his soul.

Only those who have experienced despair can know how precious opportunities are. In Zhenyan Temple, Yan Lu is just a mediocre person without a profound background, so he is despised by everyone and can only worship the monk Shouxin.

How can I show you the right path when I have been in confinement all year round?

A classic book, a Taoist method, even if it is preached, perhaps the monk Shou Xin himself has forgotten that there is also a disciple named Yan Lu.

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PS: Lan Chonghe, Ji Wenshan, Shen Qi, Yan Lu...

The author said that he should dig the hole carefully, and whether he should bury it or not depends on his mood.