Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 420 The light of talent

"That's..."

Blood King Kong's expression changed, and the Fayin boy who was pushed staggered didn't care to get angry. The three people's eyes met on the black carriage.

"Ink-colored patterned dragon, this is Wan... ink dragon!"

Fayin boy was lying on the window, a big hand suddenly pressed his face, Bone King Kong pushed him aside, his pure white eyes jumped:

"I just said that Wan Zhuliu would not be unresponsive..."

"..."

That's what I said!

The Fayin boy was furious, but he had no choice but to do anything. The Four Vajras of flesh, blood, sinews and bones were the protectors of the gods, and they were higher than him in terms of killing methods and status.

Bone Vajra is the best among all kinds of meat.

"Uh-huh!"

Suddenly, the Bone Vajra and the Blood Vajra both retreated. Fayin boy felt two big hands pushing him to the window, one on the left and one on the right. The next moment, he felt a chill in his heart.

Across the long snowy street, a pair of red eyes fell on him.

"..."

The Fayin boy's body trembled, and he felt as if a divine blade was pressed between his eyebrows. A bone-chilling chill descended on him, freezing him in place.

"Fayin?"

The box suddenly became dark, and an indifferent voice sounded at the right time:

"Come see me."

"……yes."

Boy Fayin turned around with difficulty, but the two bald men had shrunk to the corner.

"Those two, too."

The voice sounded again, and Fayin boy let out a long breath and jumped away before the two of them could answer.

"Are you going or not?"

In the box, Blood and Bone King Kong looked at each other.

"Are you afraid of him?"

Bone King Kong snorted coldly and broke out of the window.

Blood King Kong frowned slightly, but feeling the indifferent will, he still followed.

…

"Prince Mo..."

In front of the carriage, the boy Fayin cupped his hands and considered the title.

Ordinary people only know that Mo Long is the commander of the Dragon Shadow Guard under King Zhenwu, but he naturally knows that this is the spiritual incarnation of King Zhenwu that was differentiated by some means.

"Come in."

After hearing the permission, Fayin boy entered the carriage.

The space inside the carriage is large, and the layout is like a small study. Behind the desk, sitting is a young man with a cold face, wearing a black cloak.

"Fayin, how did you die?"

After writing the book, Mo Long raised his head, his eyes were red but not bloody, but rather mysterious and cold.

"I……"

The boy Fayin was startled and said: "Fourteen hundred years ago, Gao Feiqing attacked the world... I was defeated and died under his horned dragon club, with my liver and brain shattered..."

As if remembering the scene before his death, his face couldn't help but twitch.

"I'm asking about that rainy night..."

Mo Long didn't want to ask him this, but when he heard what he said, his expression changed a little: "Well, your head was smashed by Gao Feiqing?"

"yes……"

Fayin boy sighed:

"The high-flying and unparalleled hero, except for the Dragon Demon Taoist who had disappeared at that time, he was rampant in the world and had almost no resistance until Pang Wenlong was born..."

Molong frowned and interrupted. He knew this information better than Fayin boy: "I ask you if your head was smashed."

"yes."

The boy Fayin was startled and replied: "If it hadn't been for the Dharma Master's rescue back then and if I had built the shrine in advance, I would have been completely destroyed."

"What if there is no shrine?"

"Death is certain."

Fayin boy replied that the method of worshiping gods is the way to immortality, not immortality. How could he survive without his head?

"Death..."

Molong's face darkened slightly.

In the past few days, he traveled to many places to see the crippled god, the headless Jialan, and the half-crippled Clavicle Bodhisattva, and what he got was pretty much the same.

Yan Chunyang's brain was so completely shattered that even if he held some of the legendary rituals of the Evil God Cult, he might not be able to save him.

'That boy...'

Mo Long's eyes were cold and a little angry, directed at Yan Chunyang.

This kid only has the blood of a prince and no brain at all. What if his heart was pierced and he pretended to be dead, even if he was really dead?

Even if the whole body was left, it wouldn't cause him so much distress.

"Brother Molong!"

The voice of Bone King Kong came.

"Um."

Mo Long responded, put down the file in his hand, and when he opened the curtain, he was already outside the mountain gate of Longhu Temple.

"Brother Molong."

Blood King Kong walked at the back, holding his hand slightly.

"That rainy night, were you two killed by Long Xixiang?"

Molong asked.

"Nie Xianshan."

"Dragon Xixiang."

Fayin boy and boy cooperated very well.

"The Dragon Xixiang has broken the Tiangang, and the three elements have merged into one. I am no match."

Xue Jingang knew what Mo Long wanted to ask. He also regretted it now. If he had known about this, he should have summoned the court.

"What else?"

"this……"

Boy Fayin shook his head: "I was ambushed that night, and I didn't have time to explore anything. I really don't know who removed the prince's sword intent..."

If they knew, how could they be forced to run again?

Mo Long just asked casually, and seeing that neither of them knew, he stopped asking.

He raised his head and glanced at the hanging stone plaque, then stepped towards Longhu Mountain.

Whether he is that old ghost or not, you will know just by asking.

…

When~

The bell rang several times.

At the Qi Sensing Platform, many disciples from Longhu Temple gathered on the high platform. Li Yuan received the true transmission. As usual, Long Yingchan and Long Xixiang wanted to speak and encourage.

After that, he asked several people who were watching the ceremony.

Several great sects are on the same page and even call each other senior brothers. In theory, they can challenge and compete at this time.

But until the bells dispersed, several Taoist sects did nothing except congratulate them.

"call!"

Li Yuan felt strong emotional fluctuations. The eyes of most people on the high platform fell on him, which was even stronger than during the previous competition.

In the land of spiritual light, wisps of incense rose up very quickly.

and……

Li Yuan separated his thoughts and sensed the land of spiritual light, the thunder dragon chasing the Wan Lei Stone.

At this moment, the Thunder Dragon was extremely active, feeling like a fish and dragon entering the water, and was indescribably agile.

"Both form and spirit, the meaning of a thunder dragon..."

Li Yuan kept this feeling in his heart. A person with a spiritual aspect has both form and spirit. This is the key to cultivating a spiritual aspect.

…

"The military fortunes are not good. Even the people of the Changhong Sword Sect have become cautious. It's a pity, it's a pity..."

On a cliff, the little tiger cub squinted and looked at her. In her ears, the old man sometimes commented and sometimes sighed.

"The sect's assessment is not a martial arts performance by various Taoists. Long Yingchan invited them to observe the ceremony, not to compete and learn from each other."

Master Qin shook his head heartily.

At this moment, it jumped out that no matter the victory or defeat, it was not worthwhile. There were many sword madmen in the Changhong Sword Sect, but madmen were not fools.

"You really have a good eye. That boy has many shapes. Besides the wind and clouds, there are also thunder and lightning. The shapes of various animals should be around 200. It is indeed a scene of the ages."

The sound rang in her ears again, and Qin Shixian felt like a swarm of flies buzzing in her ears, but she was still startled when she heard the two hundred shapes:

"Two hundred shapes?"

She looked intently at Li Yuan on the high platform, feeling a little surprised.

She had some understanding of the progress of Li Yuan's martial arts. Before he drew his sword for her, he should have only gathered all kinds of skills not long ago, right?

Or was it that I saw it wrong at the time?

"but……"

In my ears, the old man's voice also sounded slightly doubtful.

"But what?"

"If my discernment is correct, this boy does have unparalleled talents, but when it comes to talent, he can't be any better than those few people..."

Relying on a strand of black hair on the little tiger cub's head, the old man overlooked the entire Qi Sensing Stage.

In his sight, the entire Qi Sensing Platform was intertwined with colors, and the Qi was rising. Not only the martial arts realm of a group of people, but also their talents, in his eyes, each had its own light.

This is the Great Sun Dharma Eye that he created based on the Divine Eye Sutra in the God Worshiping Dharma and combined various witnessing and qi-gazing techniques.

"That boy..."

The old man thought to himself, feeling a little strange.

From the perspective of Dharma Eyes, the scene reflected on and off the Qi Sensing Stage is indeed a rare sight, with all kinds of brilliance intertwined, and there are many people with outstanding talents.

There are more than ten people with peerless talents!

In addition to the older generation such as Long Yingchan and Dading Zen Master, among the young people there are also Long Xinglie, Pei Jiu, Pei Xingkong, Shi Qingyi, Liao Kong and others.

Li Yuan's talent was higher than the others, but not much higher, at least not to the level of eternity.

But he was born with more than two hundred shapes.

At this age, this practice is much faster than what he did back then. Calculated this way, this is even beyond the scope of the eternal level.

"It's strange."

"You mean, his talent is not at the level of eternity?"

Qin Shixian was a little suspicious. She had been observing for several months and compared her own martial arts training speed to deduce Li Yuan's talent.

Moreover, his body is like a golden elixir that does not leak out, and his aura is endless. This is one of the characteristics of the eternal endowment recorded in the book.

"It's hard to say."

"Hard to say?"

Qin Shixian frowned inwardly. Is she really annoyed by this way of speaking? Isn't it good to talk quickly?

"I believe that at the moment, he is indeed just a peerless talent, but his characteristics even go beyond the eternal level..."

Qin Shixian was shocked and doubtful, but the old man convinced himself:

"Perhaps it's some kind of special physique? I had very poor talent back then and couldn't learn martial arts for a while. If I hadn't... seen my special physique, maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

The old man's voice became quieter and quieter, and Qin Shixian didn't even hear it. She was asking questions when she suddenly heard the old man let out a soft sigh.

"Um?"

Qin Shixian was half a beat slow.

On the high platform, Long Yingchan raised his head, and Zen Master Dading and others also looked over.

"hold head high!"

"roar!"

The roar of tigers and roars of dragons resounded throughout the mountains and beyond, tearing through the heavy snow and echoing in Hengshan City.

"Dragon and tiger appear together?!"

Li Daoye was counting the wisps of incense rising from the land of spiritual light. He was a little slow before he was surprised.

But outside the mountain gate, strong winds howled, carrying heavy snow in the sky, swirling into the sky, like tornadoes and hurricanes, and large swaths of fog followed.

The wind and clouds gathered, a white tiger rose up on the wind, and a blue dragon hovered in the clouds.

"Eternal treasure?"

Li Yuan changed his mind, but found that there was no surprise on Taoist Master Long's face, and Lao Longtou and others seemed to have expected it.

He looked intently and saw someone coming through the air at the mountain gate.