Fortune Teller

The illusions are layer upon layer, almost endless.

Every time he passed a level, Yan Lu's mind and will became firmer. He didn't know when the end would be, but as long as he didn't fail, he would not give up.

"This boy's strong character is rare in this world."

Gu Xiuyun glanced deep into the clouds and nodded secretly.

Yan Lu was able to reach the level he is today because of only 10% of his talent and understanding, and the other 90% was determined by his perseverance. Unfortunately, he lacked flexibility on the road of cultivation.

In the cultivation of immortality, Taoist mind and will are very important, and the correct method of cultivation is also very important.

If you are heading in the wrong direction, no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain.

Just like a hard stone, even if it is polished for ten years, it is still a hard stone and cannot turn into jade.

…

In the distance, there was a roar.

Bu Yan and Ji Ming are still fighting, and both sides are surrounded by dangers, but they have avoided crises time and time again and exerted their own strength to the extreme.

"Senior Brother Fuyan's Lingbao Zen Staff, combined with the Arhat's Sun-Embracing Palm, is truly unparalleled in power. Every move can tear open space and collapse thousands of miles of void."

"Senior Brother Jiming is not weak either. Although his superficial methods are a bit inferior, he has reversed the situation time and time again. This shows that the soul secret technique poses a great threat to Wu Yan."

"Both sides are hovering on the edge of life and death. If they are not careful, they will be seriously injured by the other party. I don't know if Patriarch Xianyun will have time to take action."

The true artistic conception on the clouds can be whispered about.

Patriarch Xianyun's methods have been seen by all forces. They fight head-on, so no one dares to doubt it. But now it's two eighth-level pinnacles fighting each other. They want to stop them in an instant and block the bombardment of secret techniques in the void. No easy task.

While he was speaking, the void in the distance suddenly solidified.

There was a silent roar, and the Lingbao Zen staff turned into a golden mountain, completely covering the Jiming monk.

Peng!

The mountains were so heavy that they directly shattered the head of the Jiming monk, and were about to destroy the inner world. The void suddenly trembled, and the golden mountains stopped in place.

At the same time, Buyan closed his eyes tightly, as if he was tortured by some kind of force, and his whole face was distorted.

"Ji Ming's nephew is very calculating."

Patriarch Zangchen was secretly happy.

The ninth-grade ancestors all around also had strange expressions.

Ordinary practitioners cannot see the changes in an instant, but the patriarchs can see them clearly.

Just a moment ago, Monk Jiming gave up all defenses and used all his soul thoughts and energy to activate the soul secret technique. He was betting... whether Gu Xiuyun would take action in time.

The monk from Jiming made the right bet.

The moment the golden mountain approached, the void froze. The monk's Taoist methods were blocked, but his soul secret technique was hacked out without any hindrance.

It must be said that this is a dangerous move, but the chance of winning is extremely high.

"snort!"

A cold light flashed in Gu Xiuyun's eyes, "How dare you use Pindao as a shield? Do you really think that no one can understand the secret technique of the soul of Zen Buddhism?"

The words fell.

A ray of soul thought pierced into the void, pointing directly at the silent monk. As soon as it flew halfway, it was stopped by another soul thought.

"Fellow Taoist, this is a contest between Zhenyan Temple and Jixuan Mountain. It is not appropriate for us to interfere."

Patriarch Zangchen spoke leisurely, with a smile on his lips.

This fight was proposed by Gu Xiuyun. If the Jiming monk wins, it will not only severely disgrace the other party, but also put another thorn in the heart of Zhenyan Temple.

What's more important is that Ji Ming relied on Gu Xiuyun's protection to win by chance, which has an even different meaning.

"This is reasonable, but it is also an unmitigated fact that the Jiming monk borrowed my power," Gu Xiuyun said in a deep voice, "If we don't say that my fellow Taoist can survive from the secret technique of the soul, how will this battle be concluded?"

"Of course it is Judgment that Zhenyan Temple wins." Patriarch Zangchen said with a smile on his face.

In his opinion, Shingon Temple is not good at soul defense. Facing a powerful blow from the eighth-grade peak, even if he can save his life, he will be comatose for three to five months. This game is definitely lost.

"Fellow Taoist Zangchen has kept his word, and then it depends on the luck of Zhenyan Temple." Gu Xiuyun nodded slightly.

In the distance, the silent monk huddled up in pain, his arms, legs and feet almost twisted. It was obvious that the severe pain had made him unable to stay awake.

"The poor monk has been practicing hard for tens of thousands of years before he finally understood the Buddha's sound and the sword thrust. Needless to say, let alone the eighth level, even if you break through to the early stage of the ninth level, you may not be able to withstand my full blow."

Monk Jiming's head has healed again, and his face shows excitement and excitement.

The tide surges.

The golden mountains had dispersed at some point, and the pure energy merged into the depths of the sea and disappeared without a trace.

Wu Yan was still huddled in the void.

Just when everyone stopped waiting and prepared to decide the ranking, a roar came from the silent monk, and in just a moment, he stood up again.

"Impossible," Ji Ming was shocked in his heart, "You have already used all your strength, how could you have any extra strength to resist the Foyin Sword's thrust?"

"You know how to plot, don't I know how to plot?" Buyan sneered, "Over the past thousands of years, you and I have fought so many times. When I saw your vitality plummeting, I kept a little eye on you. Arhat hugged me. The Sun Jue seems to be used to its extreme, but in reality it is only superficial and its real power is less than 50%.”

The Jiming monk looked pale.

The other party actually used his trick and defeated his army.

"Fellow Taoist Xianyun, is this a plan of yours?" Patriarch Zangchen glanced to his side with a somewhat cold gaze.

"Fellow Taoist Zangchen is joking," Gu Xiuyun shook his head, "I neither have the ability to predict misfortune nor have I participated in it. How can I possibly know what Taoist friends Ji Ming and Bu Yan are thinking? In my opinion, he is Cleverness leads to mistakes. With Jixuanshan’s secret technique and Lingbao, the chance of winning is 60%!”

"Jixuan Mountain...is full of idiots."

Patriarch Zangchen cursed angrily in a low voice.

…

Afterwards, two more powerful masters of true artistic conception started to fight. Their strength was almost the same, and the eighth-grade Yin corpses they killed were not much different.

If there is a problem with the ranking, the only way to determine the outcome is through competition.

"The rankings of each faction have been listed, and the corresponding training resources have also been determined. In the next competition, those who have practiced for no more than 23,000 years can compete." Patriarch Zangchen said loudly.

There are three rounds of competition for the eight-level true artistic conception: those with cultivation years of less than 15,000 years, those with less than 23,000 years of cultivation, and those with more than 30,000 years of cultivation.

Most of the true artistic conceptions below fifteen thousand years have just broken through, the Taoist realm is in a period of rapid advancement, and the secret techniques are not high.

Through competition, you can see each person's potential.

Twenty-three thousand years of true artistic conception and years of practice have reached the limit of the normal eighth level. During the competition, the Zen Sect will also select elite disciples and bestow more longevity medicine.

According to the rules of Zen Buddhism, all eight-level powerful men can get a portion of the longevity elixir, which can increase their lifespan by three thousand years.

But if you want more, you can only do so through Dharma incense gatherings and other channels.

…

As Patriarch Zangchen finished speaking, nearly a hundred figures flew into the air, including Buzi from Zhenyan Temple.

This round of competition has the largest number of participants, and it is also the one that has the greatest impact on the ranking of the ancient temple.

The Sixteen Ancient Temples are equivalent to the first-class sects in the chessboard realm. It would be good for each sect to have a ninth-grade patriarch.

What truly determines the strength of a sect is the power of true artistic conception.

As for the Douxiao disciples, the significance of the test is far more important than the ranking. After all, their level is too low. Even if they get the first place, they may not be able to achieve true artistic conception.

"This battle will determine the ranking of Shingon Temple," Master Bujie looked down, clenching his fists tightly, "Don't fight, don't be angry, don't be crazy... you must do your best."

Patriarch Zangchen gave the order.

Nearly a hundred figures flew to the surrounding sea area, each choosing a place to fight.

Compared with Wu Yan, Qing Gu and others, the second round of Bidou valued the cooperation between fellow disciples. The true artistic conceptions of almost every ancient temple gathered together and joined forces with each other to deal with the eighth-grade Yin Corpse.

This approach is in line with the rules of the Dharma Incense Association.

Zen disciples are walking in the starry sky outside the territory. It is difficult to save their lives based on personal strength alone. Only by cooperating with fellow disciples and forming a battle formation can they better deal with the crisis.

For example, Shingonji’s teachings include no fighting, no delusion, and no anger.

Bu Zheng is proficient in the rules of water and is good at defense and life preservation;

Bu Chi is proficient in the rules of gold and is good at escape;

Bu Nu is proficient in the rules of fire and is good at frontal fighting.

The three of them joined forces, plus other members of the same sect, not only were they able to kill the group of Inferi much faster, but they were also able to withstand the powerful Inferi attacks from deep in the sea.

"Continue to rush outward. All the Inferi in the inner layer have been eliminated by Ji Ming, Qinggu and others. Only some low-level Inferi remain. We must go deep into dangerous areas to get a better ranking."

The soul of the monk who is not angry carries the message.

"Walk!"

The battle formation was in motion, and everyone in the Shingon Temple rushed towards the outer edge of the sea area.

"Before the Dharma Incense Festival, the Patriarch has issued an order, asking us to try our best to drive away the eighth-grade Yin corpses and gather them around the disciples of Zhenyan Temple." The powerful man of Qingquan Temple sneered, "One or two rankings are nothing, as long as Zhenyan If the temple loses its status as an ancient temple, we will have many benefits.”

The words fell.

The true artistic conception of Qingquan Temple formed a battle formation and rushed towards the location of Zhenyan Temple.

The same is true for several other higher-ranking ancient temples.

As for ancient temples with extremely low rankings such as Dingkong Temple and Buddha's Hand Sect, they are trying their best to kill the Yin Corpse in order to widen the gap between themselves and Zhenyan Temple.

"Look, Qingquan Temple and Jixuan Mountain have all gone to the east sea."

"It seems that they want to repeat their old tricks. Over the past thousands of years, Zhenyan Temple has been hit one after another. Several eighth-level masters have been plotted by them and their foundations have been damaged. If this continues, they will really lose their qualifications as an ancient temple!"

"This year should be different. Patriarch Xianyun's Taoism is profound. With his guidance, Bu Zheng, Bu Chi, Bu Nu and others will be greatly strengthened. They should be able to withstand the siege of hordes of Inferi."

The true artistic conception of the clouds everywhere can be transmitted through soul thoughts and discussed in secret.

It has long been an open fact that Zangxiang Temple united with fifteen ancient temples to crowd out Zhengon Temple. If it were not for the Zen rules and the inability to do so openly, Zhengon Temple would have been wiped out as early as the year when the arhat rebelled against the sect.

Not long after, hundreds of eighth-grade Yin corpses gathered around the team of Zhenyan Temple. Qingquan Temple, Jixuan Mountain, Golden Buddha Tower, Yuluo Ridge... there were seven sects lingering nearby, constantly driving away the eighth-grade Yin corpses. corpse.

The psychic Yin Zhi has no spiritual intelligence. As long as it sees a practitioner, it will kill him without caring about his own life.

A large number of Inferi joined forces to attack, and soon forced the Shingon Temple team to retreat step by step.

"It's another old trick to drive away the Yin corpses." The monk Bu Nu looked around, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Senior Xianyun has been guiding us for six years, isn't it just for today, brothers and sisters, set up the formation!"

"clear."

The nine great masters of Zhenyan Temple quickly changed their formations, and the energy around their bodies condensed into formation prohibitions. The layers of prohibitions were superimposed, turning into a black millstone, covering a radius of thousands of miles.

Peng!

The black millstone pressed down with a crash, knocking back most of the Inferi that were attacking from all directions.

At the same time, Monk Bu Zheng turned his hands, and the blue water turned into a raging tide to resist the attack of the Inferi in the distance. Bu Chi and Bu Nu took action one after another, killing the nearby Inferi.

The rest of the powerful Taoists are weaker and are responsible for maintaining the operation of the battle array.

The nine people joined forces and blocked the attack of the infernal zombies that covered the sky and the ground.

"Battle formation? How could a battle formation formed by nine true conceptions have such power?" Patriarch Zangchen's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but glance at Gu Xiuyun beside him.

Zen Buddhism is not without its exquisite battle formations.

As the overlord of the Moro realm, he has controlled a realm for hundreds of millions of years. His Zen Buddhism is a hundred times more powerful than ordinary superpowers, and he has all kinds of secret techniques, formations, and battle formations.

However, no matter how powerful the secret magic formation is, someone still needs to perform it.

The powerful Taoism of Zhenyan Temple is low, the methods are different, and there are only nine people. It stands to reason that the battle formation arranged can reach the peak of the Sky Stone Realm at most.

The black millstone in the distance is almost comparable to the peak of Tianfang Realm.