Taoist Master, Stop Fighting. The Heavenly Path Is Almost Destroyed

Chapter 337 The Dharma Assembly begins, everyone shows off their magical powers.

Another three days passed.

After Yi Chen's warm-up, the enthusiasm of many monks for gaming has been aroused. Things have reached this point, as if the rolling stones on the mountain will only accelerate, and there is no need for his help.

But what surprised Yi Chen was that this game went much smoother than he thought.

It was as smooth as if someone on the other side was cooperating with his actions.

"Could someone bet against Pindao? With such bravery, I wonder which dragon crossing the river is as confident as Pindao."

Yi Chen rubbed his chin, his strong face reflected in the lake water. At this moment, he was multitasking and began to think.

If someone hadn't been building an opponent's board or an enemy's card, he really couldn't figure out how this divinely assisted situation could have been brought about.

If what he had expected was correct, there must be a supreme master hiding in the King of Wu, who looked down upon the world, and treated the world's heroes as if they were nothing like him.

"Are they Ku Chen, the immortal monk from Xumi Tuo Monastery, Xiao Tianji, the war demon from Wuding Shen Sect, Que Yunzi from Fangxian Taoist Sect, or Zuo Wangji, a Taoist from Taishang Taoist Sect?"

"No, these are obviously experts, the favorites to win the championship. The person next to King Wu is definitely not among the favorites."

Yi Chen thought about the list provided by King Jing, but still had no clue.

The heroes of the world are like the crucian carp crossing the river. It is not difficult to understand that a peerless genius who meets the conditions of the Great Qin Dharma Assembly will pop out of any mountain, cave or tomb.

But so what?

It is better to seek divination from immortals than to make the decision yourself; to ask questions and recite sutras is not as good as taking care of yourself.

No matter who the opponent is, Yi Chen will let that person know that there can only be one ruler for this puja, and that is his Sanming Chunyang, Yinlong Taoist.

Moreover, he still has thirteen source points that have not been used. If you push him into a hurry, he will directly give you a stud.

That's right, with the jar of Golden Thunder Bamboo Wine provided by King Jing, his accumulated source points now increased by one again, reaching a total of thirteen points.

The water in the pond was quiet and quiet, and the wind was lifting each load. Just as the breeze was refreshing, Yi Chen's fish mark floating on the water suddenly sank.

He immediately stood up and laughed.

It's a good thing if the fish is hooked. It doesn't matter what kind of fish is under the water. Once you put onion, ginger and garlic, it will taste good.

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Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the wind is blowing, and the Daqin Dharma Conference is approaching.

Just like the football lottery in the previous life, the combination of competition and gambling is enough to raise the attention of this Daqin Dharma Conference to a new level.

Yi Chen stood up and followed the flow of people to the outside of Taiwu City.

The Taiwu City where they lived before was just a resting place provided by Great Qin for the monks who came first. The battlefield of the battle was still in the wilderness.

I haven't left the city for several days, but now the outside of Taiwu City is empty. As far as the field of vision can be seen, only sixteen lonely mountain tops are still standing, each peak higher than the other.

The rest of the hills were cut off by their roots, and the sections were as horizontal as a mirror. They were carved and solidified with formation patterns by Da Qin's formation masters, and served as the place for the preliminary competition.

The remaining 10,000-meter airspace on the top of the sixteen hills is the battlefield for the last sixteen strongmen of the Dharma Assembly.

Looking at the last three or five Daqin monks in black robes in the distance who were manipulating the puppets and still vigorously filling in the waste soil and doing the final repair work, Yi Chen couldn't help but think of the concrete in his previous life.

As the saying goes, when you are drunk and put the lights on, you dream of returning to the construction site to join forces. Eight centimeters of the foundation has sunk, and you will be sentenced to fifty years in prison. The prison roll call is in the autumn.

If there was such power as the 'Da Qin Heavy Industry', why would the Concrete people be so miserable?

In the end, I could only use the Internet to get out of the pump truck as fast as the ashes, the concrete was like lead and water was just beginning to condense, I killed the supervisor of Party A, I won an extramarital affair due to injuries, and I laughed at myself about the fact that the three children were not my biological children.

They stayed in the barren mountains for hundreds of days, with only the red plastic bucket accompanying them forever like an imperial soldier.

Among the hustle and bustle, all cultivators are standing.

At this moment, a loud noise was suddenly heard, and a dull sound washed the sky. For a moment, everyone was speechless and looked up to the sky.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with rays of light, and auspicious energy spread across the world.

It stretches over the arena in all directions like a tapestry of flowing clouds.

Along with countless rays of light, there was also a huge golden palace, hidden in the clouds.

A middle-aged man wearing a black gold imperial robe and a crown suddenly appeared. He was as majestic as the sea, his feet were in the void, and he soon stood in the center of the arena surrounded by four directions.

Seeing this person, the cultivators couldn't help but hold their breath. No matter how much the people of the sect hated Da Qin, everyone had to admit the fact that Da Qin was getting stronger and stronger in the hands of this thousand-year-old emperor.

Since the last attack five hundred years ago, no one knows how far the thousand-year-old emperor has reached in his cultivation.

The Millennium Emperor did not adopt the absolutely hostile attitude toward the sect as before. Instead, while maintaining a low-intensity confrontation, he continued to promise high-ranking officials and generous profits to induce talented people in the sect, especially those who were depressed to join the Qin Dynasty.

If it were not for such a gentle approach, even if Da Qin breaks the news today, it would not be possible to facilitate this grand event of the Dharma Assembly.

Not only Yi Chen, but also the candidates from the sixteen major sects saw this. They also started to express doubts and suppressed a little excitement.

"There is no need for me to elaborate on the prizes and details of this Dharma conference. Fellow Taoists, if you have no objections, should I start now?"

The middle-aged emperor looked up at the golden palace in the clouds and suddenly smiled.

He flicked his sleeves, and one thousand and twelve blue bamboo sticks slowly flew out from his sleeves.

It slid evenly into two circles and danced around him.

A soft shout suddenly came from the high platform: "Take the lottery!"

As soon as the words fell, it was like honoring an edict from heaven.

More than a thousand bamboo sticks fell into the palms of the participating cultivators like light rain falling from the sky.

The light faded, and Yi Chen opened his palm, only to see a bamboo stick with sixty-six written on it suddenly appear in his palm.

In this Great Qin Dharma Conference, those who have not reached the late stage of the Real Realm Realm are not even qualified to participate. However, in accordance with the order of the Millennium Emperor, no matter who you are, you must play the entire game until you reach the first place, even if you are from the sixteen major sects. The same goes for the strong ones.

This fight is not a double defeat. If you encounter a monk who restrains you, you will consider yourself unlucky, because a truly strong person is never afraid of a challenge.

A total of seventy-two Jie Dao masters participated in this ceremony. However, in order to avoid early collision among the top Jie Dao masters, in the previous three rounds, the top seventy-two lottery picks would not face each other in advance. superior.

"I announce that the ceremony has begun!"

With an order, strange power suddenly appeared in the clouds, and the blue bamboo sticks in the hands of the cultivators suddenly gathered towards the golden palace in the sky. When they returned, there was already a red number on them, and that person He is his own opponent.

"Hey, the emperor is back. You have worked hard. Come and have tea!"

Seeing the return of the thousand-year-old emperor, Yuanjun showed his true nature as a tea-slipper again and cordially invited him to come over and have a drink.

However, the tea soup at this time has been covered by a sapphire cup lid, and only the fragrance of tea is faintly revealed from it.

"Since Yuanjun invites you, I will definitely drink this cup of tea~"

The thousand-year-old emperor returned to the main seat and with a big move, the tea soup in front of Yuan Jun's case fell into his big hand.

He opened the lid of the sapphire cup and took a look, and immediately revealed the murderous eyes of Judge Cao of the Nine Rotations of Large Intestine.

Now he knows why this tea is made of the finest green jade that can shield the detection of spiritual consciousness.

"Your Majesty, you have no words to joke."

Wuding Shen Zong Tu Lingjun laughed loudly, and Shen Haichao and others all echoed.

Amidst the cheers and laughter, the Daqin Dharma Conference officially opened.

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The beginning of the puja.

In the first game, Yi Chen had good luck. He was a female cultivator from a sect who had just entered the Taoist realm. However, this person's luck was so bad that he unexpectedly met Yi Chen.

In the midst of his best wishes, whether you will jump off yourself, fellow Taoist, or whether the poor Taoist will throw you down, the plump female cultivator with a flying fairy bun left the high platform by herself with a dark face.

Yi Chen felt extremely regretful because the man's bun reminded him of an old friend.

In the second and third games, there was still no suspense.

His opponents were an old man and a monk dressed as a boy. After successively defeating women, old men, and children, he, Taoist Master Yi, finally met his opponent in the fourth round.

A famous casual cultivator in Dongzhou who had just entered the middle stage of Jie Dao was called True Lord Huanglong.

After a cup of tea time.

Yi Chen was fighting with True Lord Huanglong. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. After another violent confrontation with True Lord Huanglong, the two of them fell to the ground one after another and landed on the deep pit of the ring.

Soon, he bounced up on the spot like a spring.

"Come again! If you don't beat Pindao to death, you can't take away the bamboo stick from Pindao's hand!" Yi Chen continued to roar, and the monks around him were mesmerized.

This is the battle they imagined.

"You...Okay, Mr. Greedy Wolf Star, I want to see how long you can last." Huanglong Zhenjun looked at Yi Chen who was fighting to the death, and couldn't help but feel his scalp numb for a moment. He thought of the previous information, This Lord Greedy Wolf Star had suffered a severe injury to his right arm some time ago, and he attacked Yi Chen's right arm with great insidiousness.

Fall down, spring up.

Fall down, spring up.

After just three sit-ups, I saw a demon-like figure stepping on the chest of an old man with gray hair and a childish face.

His eyes were domineering and his body was covered in blood.

"Lao Deng, you can't do this, this is boring~" A look of unwillingness flashed in the eyes of True Lord Huanglong. Yi Chen kicked out, and his figure disappeared outside the ring, blood spilling into the sky.

The cuffs wiped away the blood that overflowed from his mouth and nose, and after glaring at the crowd watching, Yi Chen immediately stepped back.

After four rounds of fighting, he has entered the top sixty-four, and the remaining fighting is already two days later.

For the sake of fairness, there will be a two-day break after the primary election, and then there will be fierce battles until the real leader is determined.

At this moment, the sharp-eyed and attentive people in the audience clearly noticed that Tanlangxingjun staggered slightly before leaving the stage, and was caught by someone with an intention.

For a while, many of the leaders sighed: "It's a pity for Mr. Greedy Wolf Star. He unexpectedly met the leader among the casual cultivators, Master Huang Long."

"Lord Greedy Wolf Star's body has been injured again. He will definitely not be able to fully recover in just two days. I'm afraid it will stop here. Poor Zi Zaitian, as one of the sixteen major sects, will be disgraced this time."

Of course, there are also many people who think Tanlangxingjun is hiding his clumsiness, but as more and more details are revealed, this voice is gradually drowned in the massive messages of condemnation.

Without watching the rest of the battle, Yi Chen flashed and disappeared outside the ring immediately after the fight, which further confirmed Tanlang Xingjun's judgment that he was seriously injured and must seize the time to heal.

If you are really serious, why don't you insist on watching and feeling the battles of other opponents in two days so that you can prepare?

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In Jingzhu Cave, Yi Chen and King Jing were sitting opposite each other.

Between the two of them, there was a rare chess game similar to chess, with the realm of Chu, He and Han.

"Your Highness, I believe in Pindao's judgment. No matter how subtle the game is, there will always be smart people who will discover the clues here."

"So instead of having others point out our flaws, it's better for us to set the pace ourselves."

"Your Highness, you first send people to spread the truth that Pindao is deliberately hiding the truth, and then you fight the lie yourself. Pindao has already revealed all the details and told Your Highness."

Shoot the arrow first, then draw the target. This is Yi Chen's current tactic.

There are quite a lot of 'Easter eggs' hidden in his battle. As long as he sets the pace a little, there will be some good people who will debate the scriptures for him, and he will eventually be overwhelmed by the massive amount of information.

In order to accompany him on the run, he also selected a dozen fellow practitioners who were also 'hiding their clumsiness'. Once the trend became popular, the attention on him would naturally fade away. Only in this way could he upgrade his leek-cutting sickle into a combine harvester.

"Your Highness, the members of the Yuling Sheng Puppet Sect have been very popular recently and are very ambitious. They have the tendency to challenge the Wuding Shen Sect. You can dig deeper."

"The Blood Spirit Son and True Lord Tianpuppet who participated in the war in this sect are both very suspicious. They must be hiding their clumsiness. Let people guide them and pay attention to these two people."

"General!"

After thinking for a moment, Yi Chen added again.

If you want to engage people well, you must not only hide yourself properly, but also provide others with a focus to divert their vents. If the focus is on others, won't the firepower of Taoist Master Yi be less?

"Taoist Master Yinlong, a great talent~" King Jing glanced at Yi Chen with a complicated expression. He had seen many of Yi Chen's methods that were both successful and unsatisfactory these days.

Some are underhanded, and some are outright plots, which are inevitable. No matter what, the effect is surprisingly good.

At this time, he felt deeply ashamed for what he had said before about the pure and kind-hearted remarks of Taoist Master Yinlong.

At this moment, King Jing suddenly thought of a possibility. How could King Wu's changes be hidden from him?

He couldn't help but asked Yi Chen: "Taoist Master, this time I have almost put all my wealth on him. If the person hidden by King Wu is promoted to the realm of master before the battle, Taoist Master still has some confidence." ?”

"Breaking through the master's realm on the battlefield? So powerful."

"Then the poor Taoist can also transform~"

Yi Chen looked at the worried King Jing, and naturally knew that he was worried about the person hidden behind King Wu.

"General! Your Highness, you lose!"

Yi Chen stood up slowly and laughed loudly:

"The Chu River and Han realms are powerful and dominate the world!"

"The world is in turmoil. I hold the hand of good and evil, and defeat all the heroes!"

"Since I dare to go to this human battlefield, how can I not be confident? Your Highness can rest assured."

Amidst the laughter, Yi Chen's figure slowly disappeared. After King Jing drank the wine in the cup, his anxious heart was soothed by the strong confidence in the laughter, and he calmed down again.

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"The clouds are blooming and the autumn moon is moving across the sky; the sword is flying and the meteors are falling to the ground!"

"I understand (liao)"

"Fellow Daoist Hai Tianwu, take my sword! Heavenly Waterfall Meteor!"

Qianyuan Sword Sect Ye Qingxue's joyful laughter echoed throughout the arena, and the sword light illuminated Zhentianhai Town Tianwu's big face with a dog-like expression.

His technique was extremely capable of restraining Fairy Ye's sword moves. Who would have thought that such a thing as realizing a move on the fly would happen to his opponent?

For a moment, the sky and the earth suddenly became bright.

The sword energy is like a rainbow, rising from the ground and piercing the sky!

The sky clouds cracked, and Peiran's sword energy bombarded Hai Tianwu's majestic body to the skyline, turning into a white star and disappearing.

The sword energy dissipated, and Ye Qingxue's whole body seemed to have been tempered, and his aura became sharper and sharper.

At this time, all the battles in the arena were over. The cultivators were shocked to see this scene in front of them. After losing their voices, they were cheered all over the mountains and plains.

An imperial list hangs down from the palace deep in the clouds, and the top sixty-four names on the list have already been competed for.

Two days later, Ye Qingxue vs. Zizaitian Tanlangxingjun was clearly visible.

Seeing this scene, many of Ye Qingxue's fans cheered again.

Win, walk, Ye Xianzi has already won too many games against Greedy Wolf Star Lord.