Taoist master wants to ascend

"Eight Directions Temple..."

The Taoist holding the black chess piece followed the sight of Lao Jie. The sea of ​​clouds was surging and the wind was howling. As far as the eye could see, there were only four suns hanging high in the sky, shining brilliantly, as if they had never changed.

When mentioning this, Nie Xianshan was a little touched.

The Eight Directions Temple only exists in legends. It is said that it has only appeared a few times in thousands of years. Each time it will bring shocks to the world, and at the same time, countless opportunities will be born.

Since ancient times, the only few "Supreme Grand Masters" are all related to the Eight Directions Temple.

What he misses most is the magic weapon. According to legend, the twelve Tianyun Xuanbing are also related to the Eight Directions Temple.

"I heard that Emperor Gan once entered the Eight Directions Temple and found the Zhenhai Xuangui Shell there?"

Nie Xianshan was undecided.

"Shen Qisheng is not easy to deceive. Since he joined the court, I'm afraid it's probably true."

Lao Jie urged him to make a move, retracted his gaze, and his expression was subtle: "The spirit turtle on the coast of the East China Sea before may have come from the Eight Directions Temple."

"That spirit turtle..."

Nie Xianshan's face was full of disgust: "That evil beast is more difficult to deal with than those beast gods, but I don't know how it got to know the evil god cult. It's really..."

"It's nothing more than a sacrifice."

Long Yingchan pinched his two white eyebrows that hung down to his chin:

"Speaking of which, the ten-year agreement between the spirit turtle and us has only been in these few years."

"About three years."

Nie Xianshan added.

The spirit turtle carrying the temple fell from the sky to the coast of the East China Sea eight years ago. At that time, the world was shocked, and all the masters of the five major Taoist sects and the court flocked to it.

After many fierce battles, the spirit turtle was finally defeated, but its spirit armor was as strong as the Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldier, and everyone could do nothing about it, and finally made a ten-year agreement.

"It happened to be after the martial arts performance of all the Taoists, so the time was okay."

Long Yingchan nodded: "Whether the spirit turtle is here or not, we have to go there at that time."

"Xinglie should have gathered all the hundred forms. If he can cultivate the 'Wind Tiger Cloud Dragon' to the sixth level in the next few years, he may be able to defeat the heroes."

Nie Xianshan stroked his long beard, and he was obsessed with the spirit turtle the most.

There was something in the palace on the back of the evil beast that attracted him very much, but the spirit turtle was too powerful and would never allow any master-level expert to step on its back.

"Difficult."

Long Yingchan casually dropped a piece, strangled the black dragon on the chessboard, and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Xinglie's talent is not bad, but it can't be said to be unparalleled in the world. He is also a little young, and it is difficult for him to suppress the heroes of the world. Even with the help of Wenhua and others, I am afraid it will not work."

"Why suppress? The hall on the back of the spirit turtle stretches for more than ten minutes, and it is expected that there are many good things."

Nie Xianshan frowned, he had no chance of winning on the chessboard: "Speaking of which, the elephant did accept a good disciple, and it was a bit of a waste of his peerless talent."

Long Yingchan frowned slightly and said nothing.

"He is too obsessed. He knows that he cannot defeat Wan Zhuliu, so he puts his hope on his disciples..."

Nie Xianshan sighed:

"That's Wan Zhuliu. How many people can defeat him from ancient times to the present?"

"Just follow him."

Long Yingchan dropped another move: "Don't compete with him for Li Yuan. Be careful that he will fight you to death."

"It's just a pity."

Nie Xianshan waved his hand and coughed lightly: "But after returning to the mountain this time, I will choose one person from the sect as a disciple. No matter who it is, you are not allowed to refuse."

"Oh?"

Long Yingchan raised his white eyebrows and naturally knew what he was talking about: "You dare to ask for the master of Xuanbing?"

"Why not? I don't believe that anyone can kill me!"

Nie Xianshan snorted coldly.

He never believed that the master of Xuanbing could defeat the family, the master, and the master.

"Then it's up to you."

Long Yingchan didn't care much.

Nie Xianshan gave up and admitted defeat, his eyes sparkling:

"Brother, after returning to the mountain this time, I will prepare to refine weapons."

"Have you gathered enough materials?"

Long Yingchan's expression changed a little.

The Dragon and Tiger Temple has been passed down for more than 2,000 years, and there have been many masters and great masters from generation to generation. Although magic weapons are rare, they have accumulated over a long period of time.

It's just that magic weapons have spirits and choose their masters. It is difficult for warriors who have not entered the Tao to recognize their masters unless they are extremely talented and have a good relationship with each other.

But for masters, the threshold is much lower. There are only a few masters in the world who can't get their magic weapons to recognize their masters.

Nie Xianshan is one of them.

"Enough."

Nie Xianshan gritted his teeth.

This is a breath of anger that he has been holding in his heart for decades.

For this reason, he has been running around all year round, shuttling through many dangerous places, and even going out to sea many times, just to gather enough natural materials and treasures to build his magic weapon.

"You are asking for a lot, but no one may dare to take your job."

Long Yingchan was not optimistic, but he also knew how deep Nie Xianshan's obsession was:

"Well, for the sake of safety, invite a few more master craftsmen to come and discuss before starting."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Nie Xianshan's brows relaxed.

"Cry!"

At this time, the golden eagle suddenly let out a long cry that resounded through the clouds.

Long Yingchan lowered his eyes and looked, his sight seemed to penetrate the sky ten thousand meters high, and saw a huge city surrounded by mountains and water on three sides.

He took a look and then chuckled:

"You are quite courageous."

......

Hengshan City.

As the New Year approaches, the city gradually becomes lively.

Although there is no New Year's Eve market in Hengshan City, business is the most prosperous time around the New Year, and all restaurants and teahouses are full.

"It's too late, but soon, I heard a thunderous sound, and Master Yuan Qing came out of the air, pointing his sword at the snake demon Taoist...

That Master Yuan Qing is truly a genius. Although he has not yet opened his meridians, he was able to kill a snake demon Taoist whose true energy had penetrated into his organs and bone marrow in one battle with just his shape-shifting martial arts, making him famous all over the world!"

In a small tavern, the storyteller's melodious voice came out, talking about the biography of Yuan Qing.

There were many drinkers in the tavern. Some were drinking while others were listening to stories.

"Tsk."

In the corner, Lin Chonghu shook his wine glass: "The storytellers' words are often exaggerated, but the deeds of this real Yuan Qing are indeed full of ups and downs."

The storyteller described the world as thrilling, as if the masters grew out of the ground and could kill without stopping.

But in fact, the vast majority of warriors are unwilling to take action unless they have a chance of winning. There are many stories of killing and transforming through the channels, but on the contrary, there are very few.

Talking about shape-shifting, killing and refining marrow? This is not uncommon, at least not many times in two hundred years.

"The Yuanqing biography can be spread so widely, so it is attractive enough."

Fang Chaotong put down his wine glass, ate and drank slowly, and while talking, he communicated via voice:

"Is there any news from Longhu Temple?"

"Monk Dou Yue is really a figure. It was almost half a month after Chu Xuankong died before news spread. His disciples and maids were all detained for interrogation..."

Lin Chonghu looked solemn. He definitely didn't want to come to Hengshan City.

Even if Long Yingchan brought a group of elders down the mountain and the sect was empty, how terrible is the background of Dao Sect?

"How did you die?"

Fang Chaotong looked calm, as if he had expected it.

"It is said that he was assassinated outside the house by an assassin. There is really no information on the specific details."

Lin Chonghu put down his wine glass. After hearing the news, he hurriedly came to report. He really wanted to retreat immediately.

"The inner gate of Dragon and Tiger is a place covered by a health-preserving stove. Long Xixiang and He Lianfeng are also stationed there. Which assassin would dare to go there?"

Fang Chaotong sneered.

The assassin who killed Chu Xuankong must have come from Longhu Temple.

Lin Chonghu also thought this in his heart, but he didn't care. He just frowned: "It doesn't matter who killed Chu Xuankong. Protector, we should leave quickly.

"Since the Thousand Spirits Monument has entered Longhu Temple, someone must be saved. If Chu Xuankong dies, there must be another person here. What's the obstacle?"

Fang Chaotong twirled his wine glass, half-smiling but not smiling: "You don't think I sent the Thousand Spirits Monument just to convert Chu Xuankong into a religion, do you?"

"ceremony?!"

Lin Chonghu's expression changed and his scalp became numb: "Dharma protector, you must not do this!"

He was so shocked that he almost screamed, but when he saw Fang Chaotong's red eyes, he felt chills in his heart.

"I have prepared the sacrifice and will launch it tonight. I want to see where Li Yuanba is hiding..."

Fang Chaotong's words suddenly stopped.

Lin Chonghu raised his head, and the tavern suddenly became dark. It was a tall and burly monk with a large body.

He was wearing a cassock and had a bronze complexion. He stood at the door of the tavern, blocking the light like a wall.

"Master Douyue!"

Someone in the tavern exclaimed and immediately fell silent.

Some people looked around and saw that more people had quietly retreated, some rushed to the back door, some broke out of the window, and some even smashed directly into the wall and dispersed in embarrassment.

On the street, a group of merchants and pedestrians dispersed one after another when they saw this. They were all very skilled, both young and old.

"Fang Chaotong!"

At the gate, Dou Yue's eyes narrowed and he looked towards the corner: "You are very brave, you dare to come to Hengshan City!"

"Speaking of courage, you are the bravest to dare to talk to me like this!"

Fang Chaotong drank the wine in his glass unhurriedly. Lin Chonghu had already stood up as if facing a formidable enemy, looking around with a slight chill in his heart.

A swordsman in gray clothes stared at him through the window.

Apart from the two of them, there were at least ten more marrow refining warriors on this street and outside the tavern!

boom!

The wine glass in Fang Chaotong's hand fell, and there was a deafening explosion:

"Are you worthy of fighting against me?"

Boom!

At that moment, the five-story tavern shuddered and collapsed.

"Where is the Long Xixiang?!"

Fang Chaotong stood up, and streams of true energy moved around his body, swinging away large pieces of fallen wood, stone and tiles, and roaring into the sky.

People also fly into the sky.

"Roar!"

Like thunder coming out of the mountain.

As he soared into the sky, Fang Chaotong's skinny and thin body instantly expanded to about ten feet away, and his muscles and bones seemed to explode and protrude.

He worshiped the Four Vajras of flesh, blood, sinews and bones, and his physical strength had already reached an incredible level. With a loud roar, half of Hengshan City was alarmed!

"God Armor!"

On the long street, Dou Yue's heart was shaken, but his movements were not slow at all. He took a step and the whole long street trembled.

Then, he also rose into the sky.

"hold head high!"

The true energy spurted out, and the cassock worn by Dou Yue also glowed with golden light, emitting a dragon's roar that resounded throughout the city.

"Damn, they all have divine armor!"

On the other side, Han Tong drew his sword and slashed at Lin Chonghu who was fleeing. He cursed in his heart, but couldn't help but be envious.

Divine weapons are rare, and divine armors are even rarer. When he saw two of them, he felt a little jealous.

"Fuck your mother!"

Lin Chonghu, who was dodging in embarrassment and with his heart beating like thunder, was already yelling curses.

Not to mention that he is worthy of a blood exchange, even if he is a successful blood exchange, how can he beat Han Tong?

boom!

There was a violent collision in the air.

The people in the nearby city all dispersed in shock. Some of the brave ones looked up at the sky and saw a golden dragon roaring and swishing its tail, colliding with a ferocious 'King Kong' in the air.

In just one moment, the Canglong's shadow dimmed, and Monk Douyue's vision went dark. His whole body had exploded and landed on the ruins of the tavern.

"Good boy, can I kill you with one hit? I can't leave you alone!"

One blow knocked the blue dragon down, and Fang Chaotong's heart surged with murderous intent. As his words echoed, he struck Monk Dou Yue with a palm and enveloped the other masters who came to help.

His murderous intent was so great that when he had accomplished his transformation, it was impossible for him to receive a blow from the Grandmaster, no matter if he was a Grandmaster wearing divine armor?

Buzz!

But when he failed to learn this lesson, he felt something in his heart, and a chill suddenly came over him, as if he wanted to freeze him to death.

He saw the white light coming from far away, but this crisis could never come from Long Xixiang, who had been seriously injured for decades...

"ah!"

Lin Chonghu screamed and was chopped down to the ground by Han Tong. He turned his back to the sky, but the blood was gone from his face.

At this time, Fang Chaotong, who was sitting on a restaurant, also raised his head.

Buzz!

The huge buzzing sound echoed hundreds and hundreds.

At the main peak of Longmen, in the small courtyard with a fence, Li Yuan looked up in shock, startled by Long Xixiang's aura.

I saw clouds and mist rolling over Hengshan City like the tide and the sea, as if a majestic dragon's eyes flashed past, its claws pressed down, and the wind and clouds followed.

"Azure Dragon Exploring Claw!"

Looking at the dragon claws from top to bottom, Li Yuan's mind went blank.

In a daze, he seemed to see an ancient celestial dragon swimming in the sea of ​​clouds. With a casual claw, it had surpassed any martial arts skills.

Looking at it from a distance, it seems like I want to capture the entire Hengshan City!