Taoist master wants to ascend

The strong wind blew the dark clouds, and the night rain enveloped Hengshan City. The visibility was extremely low, and only when lightning flashed from time to time, it was so bright.

Li Yuan raised his hammer and retreated violently. His face was a little pale, but his followers were full of envy.

Compared to the thunder dragon transformed by his true energy, the five spiritual forms in the rain curtain at this moment, including the old ghost form of Ferris, looked very much like the legendary giant monster.

The looming oppression brought by it is unparalleled. This is the intersection of human power and the power of heaven and earth, the power of entering the Tao.

"?!"

In the heavy rain, nine heads danced wildly, and their pupils shrank.

In an instant, he recognized the four spiritual figures in the rain curtain.

Long Yingchan, Long Xixiang, Nie Xianshan, Cang Xianzhi, three masters, one great master!

"How could it be so fast?"

Mo Tian's scalp was numb, as if he had seen a ghost.

He was quite afraid of Longhu Temple, and therefore, he was reluctant to use the spirit phase. Once he used it, he would immediately run away after capturing the assassin.

He even had a countermeasure in his mind to deal with the pursuit of Longhu Temple, but it was too fast. He had only taken a few breaths to activate the spirit. How could everyone be there?

"ambush!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Mo Tian felt his heart go cold. Between the lightning and flint, the body made of mist exploded into pieces.

boom!

The wind was strong, blowing away the heavy rain.

Hundreds of meters away, Li Yuan's clothes were blown with a "squeak" sound. This skyscraper old ghost was very decisive and used the explosion of his body as an obstacle. All nine heads broke free from his neck and flew in all directions at extremely fast speeds.

"Decisive enough."

Li Yuan also reacted quickly. With a flick of his wrist, the whip was thrown three hundred meters away. With a crisp explosion, a head was shattered.

But only one was broken. It was not because the reaction was slow, but after a while, the dragon claw protruding from the dark clouds had already reached down.

Different from the first time, Li Yuan was shocked when he saw this dragon claw up close. The lines and scales were so lifelike that no matter how he looked at them, they didn't look fake.

Buzz!

When the dragon's claws closed, Li Yuan's eyes went dark. The dragon's claws seemed to have grasped the wind, rain, airflow and even light in the city in his palms.

The old ghost was not decisive. Some of the remaining eight heads had escaped, but they were still caught in the dragon's claws.

Then, rub.

"ah!"

This time there was no shock or anger, just screams caused by severe pain.

"It's spectacular."

Li Yuan couldn't conceal his shock.

The moment this old ghost activated his spiritual form, he felt horrified. It was obviously a master-level power, but under the dragon's claws, he had no power to resist.

Even if you run away, you can't escape.

And this is just a dragon claw, without a dragon body, let alone the "Wind Tiger and Cloud Dragon" that Long Ying Zen is famous for.

"The title of Land God is indeed not free."

Li Yuan murmured in his heart.

Even when he saw the Grand Master taking action, he was so awed. To ordinary people, this is not a god, but a god?

In addition to being in awe, he also felt a lot more at ease in his heart. Naturally, the thicker and bigger the thighs of the patron, the better.

call

After that silence, all four spiritual figures disappeared, and the wind and rain swept in again, washing away all traces.

In the corner of the ruins of the broken ancient temple, the little tiger cub shook the water vapor from his body, took a deep look at the traces of dissipation in the air, and retreated into the darkness.

"God is the bridge between heaven and earth, the great master,..."

Outside the ancient temple, Long Xixiang, Nie Xianshan and three other people stood quietly. They did not try to stop the eight heads because they knew it was meaningless.

They have long been accustomed to their Taoist master who likes to do things himself.

"call!"

Only then did Li Yuan see Long Yingchan. He was standing on the street outside the ancient temple, playing with a palm-sized stone tablet.

His breath was calm and devoid of any pyrotechnics.

His figure has clearly been seen with the naked eye, but in Li Yuan's perception, there is only rain and no breath left.

"It seems that there is only one old ghost named Ferris."

Nie Xianshan felt quite bored. He didn't even get a chance to make a move when he came down the mountain. He glanced at Li Yuan who came quickly to see the gift, and his mood suddenly became worse.

He had seen the whip on this kid before, but like other magic weapons, he didn't pay any attention to him...

"Yan Tianxiong is still cautious. I thought I could never meet him face to face."

Playing with the Nine Sons Statue, Long Yingchan felt a pity.

But he acted in such a hurry, even if he knew that there was only one old man named Ferris, he still had to go through this.

The main thing is to be safe.

"These monsters from the Evil God Sect, under the banner of worshiping gods, actually none of them truly worship God. Not to mention they are just an incarnation. He would not care if Mo Mo died here."

Nie Xianshan was not surprised.

"good."

Cang Xianzhi agreed.

"It may not be that Yan Tianxiong is..."

Long Yingchan frowned slightly. "

Capturing this old ghost and eliminating the spies of the evil sect were just superficial reasons. He wanted to take this opportunity to see Yan Tianxiong, but unfortunately the latter was too cautious.

It was a waste of the battle he had prepared, and it was a pity that he could not try the Qin Building Master by the way.

also……

He glanced at Li Yuan, his thoughts somewhat subtle.

According to his estimation, the only way for this kid to defeat the old ghost is to activate the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer. He really didn't expect that Canglong Whip.

The magic weapon admires Qiang, but it is more or less based on fate, otherwise Nie Xianshan would not have no magic weapon to recognize its master.

A magic weapon like this, let alone a top-grade magic weapon?

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"The clouds follow the dragon, the wind follows the tiger."

"Long Yingchan's spiritual appearance is becoming more and more terrifying.

Outside Hengshan City, on a higher barren mountain, Yu Banzhou's face turned pale as if he had been evacuated. The Red Flame Dragon King stood with his hands behind his back, leaping far into the night sky. After a moment, he looked back and sighed.

"Master Motian is in trouble now?"

Yu Banzhou took the elixir, and his energy and blood were much better than before. He stood up and looked at the dragon claws that disappeared in the rain, and felt cold sweat break out.

"if not?"

The Scarlet Flame Dragon King sneered: "These old ghosts have been dead for too long, and they don't have many bright minds. It would be strange if they didn't die. Fortunately, they are not stupid enough and did not call for the true body to come. Otherwise, the righteous gods decreed by the imperial court Location, one less.”

King Chiyan's tone was cold and somewhat sarcastic.

Yu Banzhou shrank his head, he did not dare to get involved in the conflicts between the higher-ups of the Holy Religion and those revered gods.

"His Holiness, shall we go back?"

Yu Banzhou was a little worried and he really didn't want to go back.

"I will definitely go back, but I have to wait for the next old ghost to come."

King Chi Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. Without these idiots standing in front of him, he really didn't dare to enter Hengshan City.

Long Yingchan was used to peeping, so he had to be careful.

"Again?"

Yu Banzhou felt his heart heavy. Over the past few years, he even regretted why he wanted to be the deputy hall master.

There are not many advantages, but a lot of disadvantages. Not only do you have to replenish the energy of the beast in front of you, but you also face a life-and-death crisis at all times.

"Of course they are coming. I heard that the missing Thousand Spirits Savior Monument contains a hundred-year-old Thousand Spirits incense. This is the fate of those old ghosts. Do you think they will be willing to do it?"

Dharma King Chiyan walked to the foot of the tree and sat cross-legged.

"A century-old incense?"

Yu Banzhou was startled, and then he suddenly realized the true purpose of Master Motian's arrival, but he couldn't help but wonder: "There is a lot of incense that has been around for a hundred years. How dare Protector Fang send it to Longhu Temple? Could it be..."

"I want to hold a ceremony at Longhu Temple, but how can it be possible without a hundred-year-old incense? The ceremony failed and the incense was lost. This is why those old ghosts are also angry."

Hearing the explanation, Yu Banzhou felt a little sore in his teeth. Those old ghosts were too courageous, and his flesh ached.

A century-old incense, generally speaking, refers to the land of a state. He understood the mood of the gods very well when so much incense was lost.

"Hundred-year-old incense, if I were Master Qianling, I would not be able to swallow this breath."

Yu Banzhou sighed in his heart, how could he happen to such a bad thing? He just wanted to practice martial arts well.

"You'll get used to it if you swallow a little more."

The heavy rain gradually subsided, and the red flame king under the tree turned into a red light and submerged into Yu Banzhou's body. He was quite happy to see those old guys being defeated.

"Farewell to the Dharma King."

Yu Banzhou smiled bitterly.

…

"Wind Tiger Yunlong."

On the eaves of a restaurant, Yan Chunyang stood with his hands behind his hands. Two old slaves, one on the left and one on the right, were shocked when they looked at the dispersed shadow of Yunlong.

"This Long Yingchan's martial arts is really powerful. This spiritual aspect is probably only inferior to the prince's demon-suppressing dragon divine aspect."

The two old slaves were quite in awe.

"This Fenghu Yunlong is not bad at all, but it's a pity that it is not worthy to be compared with Master's demon-suppressing spirit."

Yan Chunyang heard this and said coldly: "Give me ten years and kill him like a dog..."

The two old slaves turned pale with fear and hurriedly suppressed their voices to persuade: "Master Marquis, be careful what you say."

"This is the great master..."

"What about the Grand Master?"

Yan Chunyang snorted lightly, but did not mention it again. Instead, he asked: "Is it said that there are any preliminary selections for various martial arts exercises?"

"Go back to Lord Marquis, there is such a thing."

An old slave bowed and responded: "According to the rules, before performing martial arts, most of the spectators will be screened out."

Another old slave took over the conversation: "In previous years, this so-called primary election was just a formality, but Long Yingchan moved all the Dragon and Tiger Towers out. He obviously has bad intentions and must be guarded against."

"With bad intentions?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Yan Chunyang's face: "I am feeling bored."

The two old slaves looked at each other, and their expressions changed a little. They had been following Yan Chunyang for a long time, and they felt a little uneasy when they heard what he said.

"Master Marquis, please don't act recklessly. Your Majesty, he is an old man..."

Yan Chunyang raised his hand to stop the two of them from talking, and the smile on his face grew stronger: "What is this primary election? When will it start?"

"this……"

The two old slaves felt their scalps numb, but they could only answer:

"The primary election should last for one year. At the latest, it should start before winter this year. If it is earlier, it may start in a month or two."

"Before winter?"

Yan Chunyang calculated with his fingers: "Time is a bit tight, but we can almost gather the amount needed for the Thousand Yin Ceremony..."

As he said this, he glanced at the two of them: "I hope this ceremony will not disappoint me."

"this......"

How can two old slaves dare to guarantee this?

"call"

The two of them wanted to say something else, but Yan Chunyang had already stepped back to the backyard.

…

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"Sixty-three strands of third-level incense and eleven strands of fourth-level incense are enough."

In the hut, Li Yuan changed his clothes and counted the harvest. He counted the incense that lit a sacred fire furnace together.

"The temple is still too small. If it were replaced by the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple or the Hundred-Armed Taoist Temple..."

After taking some inventory, Li Yuan felt calm. For him now, this bit of incense could only be regarded as mosquito meat.

He opened the door and saw that the heavy rain was getting lighter, and the lights were on in the small temple in the distance. With a sudden move, he brought wine, tea, some fruits and snacks over there.

"come in!"

In the small temple, just as Li Yuan expected, Long Yingchan, Nie Xianshan, and Cang Xianzhi were all there.

Li Yuan poured tea and wine quickly with his hands and feet, and stood aside to wait without saying a word.

"There were about a dozen of them in the west of the city. They were all captured, but a few tough ones committed suicide on the spot."

"It's almost the same over there."

Several people didn't care that he was listening on the sidelines and continued to talk. They must be the spies of Qingqing.

"Before many martial arts performances, we need to clear up the situation. This matter is related to the sect's face. We must take action when we need to. Don't just count on the juniors below."

As soon as Long Yingchan put down his teacup, Li Yuan filled it for him.

"Okay, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Nie Xianshan was holding a tea cup and glanced at the Canglong Belt around his waist while speaking.

"This disciple is a little curious about that old ghost."

As Li Yuan spoke, he looked at Long Yingchan. The latter's long eyebrows undulated and he didn't answer. He just pulled out a booklet from his pocket.

"This is?"

Li Yuan reached out and took it.

"This is some information about the Evil God Cult within the sect..."

Long Yingchan looked at him deeply and picked up the tea cup:

"Go back and see for yourself."

"Thank you, Master."

Li Yuan felt uncomfortable looking at him, so he picked up the book and left.

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