Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 527: You need an invincible hand to get out of the cave!

Between the clouds and the sky, Yu Jian comes!

Through the scroll, everyone in the city of Shendu could see clearly that the sword light swept across hundreds of miles in length. At first glance, it seemed as if the thousands of miles of clouds, sea, wind and snow were divided into two by one sword!

The sword is majestic and powerful.

Even through the scroll, everyone who witnessed this scene was shocked.

"This is……"

In the city of Shendu, Long Yingchan was shocked. He looked at each other with Fang Sanyun and Yuan Qing, but both of them could see what the sword light in the scroll was:

"Changhong Yiqi Sword?"

"Yiqi Sword!"

In a guild hall somewhere in the city, Yan Tianxiong's pupils shrank and he looked at Master Thousand Eyes aside. The latter was pressing his chest, and the divine sword was trembling slightly.

"In the future, someone will kill Emperor Qian and take the Changhong Sword..."

The Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master smiled instead of being angry. He seemed not to care about the future projected in the Purple Qi scroll. He just glanced at Yan Tianxiong and disappeared into the guild hall.

"future……"

Looking at Wu Yingxing and others who were obviously much older in the image, Yan Tianxiong's eyes flashed and he followed them to the imperial city.

"boom!"

The sound of substantial wind and thunder explosions fell from the sky and spread far and wide.

"Flying with a sword, or Changhong Yiqi sword?"

On the observatory, Li Yuan raised his head and squinted his eyes. For a moment, he thought it was himself.

But as the sword light approached, he saw that the person coming with the sword, although wearing a Taoist robe, was not him.

Instead, he was a tall, handsome Taoist with white hair on his temples. He was enveloped by the light of a sword, came across the sky, and landed in front of the divine capital city in the scroll.

Huhu~

Amidst the howling wind and snow, the divine sword was returned to its sheath. The Taoist looked around, his eyes fell on the white scarves on the heads of the officials who had great luck, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"I'm late again."

This man's will was extremely strong, and his expression of emotion in a single sigh made the officials in front of the city gate become more sympathetic, and many of them even shed tears on the spot.

"Who is this?"

On the observatory, Emperor Qian looked at Wu Yingxing. The latter concentrated for a moment and shook his head:

"Never seen it before."

"Changhong Yiqi Sword..."

Emperor Qian frowned, feeling a little surprised. From the strength of this person's sword, it could be seen that he must be a great master who had already broken the Tiangang and united the three elements into one.

Wu Yingxing knows nothing about this kind of person...

How many years into the future is this scene?

"Master of Changhong Sword?"

Li Yuan frowned on the side. As far as he knew, the Changhong Sword was in the hands of the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master, and he had the intention to use Zhou Ying's power to seize it. Could it be that he failed in the future?

After thinking about it, Li Yuan looked carefully, trying to find something from the scroll.

In front of the city gate in the painting, Wu Yingxing, who was quite old-fashioned, reluctantly handed over his hand when he heard the Taoist sighing:

"Master Qi is interested."

The Universiade Emperor's beard and hair were white, and his breath was calm and thick. He took advantage of the situation and asked: "Qi Daxia said 'again', could it be..."

"His Majesty Qiandi is not the only one who is in trouble."

The Taoist sighed: "Changhong Sword Master Shen Qisheng, Qinglong Pavilion Master Tian Shezi, Dragon Tiger Taoist Master Long Xinglie, Taishang Elder Long Xixiang, Nie Xianshan, Yiqi Villa Yuanqing Zhenren, Xinyijiao Dading Zen Master , Zhongli Luan, the master of Samadhi Cave...

They were all killed by that man and died in the mountain gate! "

"What?!"

Inside and outside the painting, the expressions of those who heard this sentence changed drastically.

Especially the expressions of the people mentioned were extremely exciting.

"Am I dead?"

On the eaves of the restaurant, Tian Shezi's eyes were cold, and everyone present frowned. Finally, he looked at Long Yingchan, the only one whose name had not been called.

"..."

Long Yingchan was frowning and thinking, and when he noticed everyone's gaze, he felt speechless:

"What do you think I am doing? I am twenty or thirty years older than you. I am afraid that when I previewed these words, I have already died of old age..."

"Is this the purpose of the court?"

Taoist Yuan Qing, who was also named, was very calm. He touched his chin and thought, but his eyes were wandering on the Taoist named Qi in the scroll.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he never thought that there was such a person in the world.

How many years later did the events in this painting take place?

"'They all suffered at the hands of that man', who is that man?"

Long Xixiang frowned. He had been paying attention to the person in the painting. It could be clearly seen that when 'that person' was mentioned, both Wu Yingxing and the Taoist named Qi had fear and fear in their eyes.

The two great masters actually didn't even dare to mention that person's name...

"Old Longtou, Senior Brother Long, and Lao Dao Nie are all dead?!"

On the observatory, Li Yuan was greatly shocked, and his eyes became dangerous. He glanced at the people on the stage, and all the officials of Universiade also frowned, looking surprised.

Finally, their eyes fell on Huang Longzi and Wan Zhuliu.

"The Peeping God Festival did not go wrong."

Huang Longzi also frowned: "It's just that the past cannot be changed, and the future has not yet been determined. This glimpse of the future seen by the gods may not necessarily happen."

"Zhuliu..."

Emperor Qian looked at Wan Zhuliu, who looked calm and just held down the magic sword in his palm:

"I only believe in the sword in my hand and the armor on my body! Whether the scene in this painting is true or false, since I saw it, it will never happen!"

Emperor Qian said nothing and looked up again.

In the scroll, the elderly Wu Yingxing and others were all shocked and asked for details.

The Taoist surnamed Qi calmed down and said:

"My master calculated that there would be a catastrophe in the world, and sent me down the mountain to rescue him. However, 'that person' was elusive, and no matter how I chased him, I was always one step late..."

At this point, he reached into his arms and took out nine blood-red notes:

"After killing nine seniors, that person left nine notes..."

"After your majesty was assassinated, that person also left a note."

Wu Yingxing also took out a blood-red note. He flicked it lightly, and the people outside the painting saw the six big characters on the note.

"February 2, Tianyou Pass!"

Every word was like blood, and the will contained in it was so strong that it was unbelievable. Those who saw the six big characters across the scroll and in the sky felt a chill in their hearts.

In a trance, there was a feeling of falling into an ice cave!

"With the blood of ten great masters as a note, this person, this person..."

On the observatory, Wu Yingxing's face changed several times. He looked at Emperor Gan, who had a frighteningly ugly face, but he looked at Huang Longzi.

"I'm afraid it's this person."

Huang Longzi was also quite solemn, but he was not as suspicious as others.

There are not many people who can open the Eight Directions Temple, even if you look at Tianshiyuan, it will not be surprising for such a world-class genius to accomplish a big thing.

"Who is that person?"

Li Yuan frowned, and was shocked and angry.

He didn't care about the life and death of Emperor Gan, but the old dragon head, Senior Brother Long, and Taoist Nie also died tragically at his hands. Who has such means?

Qin Yun?

An alien?

Or Taoist Dragon Demon?

"Where have I been?"

Looking up at the scroll, Li Yuan had an ominous premonition in his heart.

According to the meaning of the painting by Taoist Qi, Senior Brother Long has already broken through to the Grandmaster level. Unless he died suddenly, he must have become a Grandmaster.

So...

"The Taoist is dead?"

Li Yuan's face was very ugly. He acted so steadily, but he still died?

As for running away, Master Li Dao had never thought about it. How could such a moral role model who valued love and righteousness abandon the sect and run away alone?

"Absolutely impossible, I don't believe it!"

Li Yuan gritted his teeth and continued to watch, his mind working quickly.

"Tianyou Pass, it seems that the place where the Great Fortune Taizu Pang Wenlong and Gao Feiqing had their final battle in the past, which attracted the sky fire? It is said that more than a thousand years have passed, and there is no grass growing there..."

"The surname of this Changhong Sword Master is Qi? Could it be that the spirit turtle carrying the palace is looking for that Qi Benchu?"

"February 2..."

...

While Li Yuan's mind was wandering, the scene in the painting was still moving forward.

Taoist Qi was invited to the palace. A group of royal children were crying and shouting around the coffin. He took a look and was invited to the side hall.

"Senior Wu, I wonder where the King of Zhenwu is?"

His question immediately affected the Shendu City outside the painting. A group of Great Fortune monarchs and ministers, and the people of Shendu all raised their heads and concentrated.

Seeing Emperor Gan dead, everyone was most concerned about the whereabouts of this pillar of the Great Fortune.

"Fifty years ago, Brother Wan entered the Eight Directions Temple and could not be contacted again..."

Wu Yingxing sighed.

There was a commotion in the city of Shendu. Not to mention the monarch and ministers of the Great Fortune, even the ordinary people in the city of Shendu got the information from this sentence.

The painting shows the city of Shendu fifty years later!

"Your Majesty!"

On the observatory, Wan Zhuliu's expression changed and he knelt on one knee:

"I am guilty!"

Emperor Gan was silent for a moment before he reached out to help him up:

"Maybe the Eight Directions Temple is open to the public but not to the public. What does it have to do with you? I believe you!"

"Your Majesty!"

Ignoring this monarch and minister, Li Yuan frowned. As expected, Wan Zhuliu entered the Eight Directions Temple and he was unable to stop him.

But even so, I have two hundred seventh-level incense sticks, and I have plenty of time to endure. There is no reason to fight with them head-on...

"How did I die?"

Daoye Li murmured in his heart. Everything else lost its weight in his heart. He stared at the scene in the scroll, trying to find any clues about himself.

The scene in the painting continued to push forward.

The Taoist surnamed Qi explained his intention and wanted to borrow incense and perform a ceremony to lead Wan Zhuliu back. After discussing with the ministers, Wu Yingxing finally agreed.

Afterwards, the light and shadow changed, and the flow of time in it accelerated, making Li Yuan, who wanted to find his own traces, quite anxious.

As the scene in the painting pushed forward, the city of Shendu became more and more boiling, with all kinds of discussions and noises, and the masters of several major sects did not look very good.

"Fifty years later, no wonder, even if I took the longevity pill, I couldn't live for more than fifty years..."

Looking at the scroll in the sky, Long Yingchan's mind turned, sorting out the information revealed in the painting.

In the future, Long Xinglie breaks the Tiangang and becomes the Dragon and Tiger Taoist Master. He sits in meditation, and Long Xixiang and Nie Xianshan become the Supreme Elders... Fifty years later, the three are assassinated.

He pondered, and his brows gradually frowned:

"Where is Li Yuan?!"

...

"Why am I not here?"

As confused as Li Yuan, there is Qin Shixian.

She glanced at the noisy wine shop and found a secluded place. She looked up at the sky, and the more she looked, the more puzzled she was.

"Who is that person?"

Qin Shixian frowned, surprised and suspicious.

It was not herself who assassinated Emperor Gan. Could it be the old man?

But...

She changed her mind, scanned the surroundings, avoided the human habitation, took out a bronze mirror, and as the true energy was infused, the other end soon responded:

"Old man..."

...

In a secluded forest, Chi Lian sat cross-legged under an umbrella, his face pale.

On the lying cow stone on the side, Qin Yun was sitting cross-legged. At a certain moment, as if he had realized something, he took out a glowing bronze mirror from his arms. As soon as he opened it, Qin Shixian's voice came over:

"Look!"

"Um?"

Qin Yun frowned, but saw that the scene in the bronze mirror was reversed, and a huge city shrouded in purple energy was reflected.

"Shendu City?"

Qin Yun was startled.

"This purple gas scroll comes from some kind of sacrifice from the imperial court..."

Qin Shixian quickly recounted what happened just now.

"Fifty years later, Emperor Qian was assassinated and ten great masters were killed to write a message... Inviting the world to fight... Wan Zhuliu entered the Bafang Temple and stayed there for fifty years..."

Looking at the purple scroll reflected in the mirror, Qin Yun couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

"Is that you?"

On the other side of the mirror, Qin Shixian asked.

"..."

Qin Yun subconsciously stroked his beard: "Invite the world to fight? Could it be to force those Wan Zhuliu to come out?"

Buzz~

He flipped his wrist, and with the infusion of his true energy, the bronze mirror trembled and then rose into the air, projecting the scrolls on the city of God here.

"Um?!"

Chi Lian, who was meditating under the umbrella, looked up.

In the light and shadow, there is a piece of scorched earth without any vegetation. The earth and hills are all dark. As far as the eye can see, there is only a majestic pass full of traces of war.

"Open the festival!"

In the light and shadow, a voice came out.

A group of people trudged over, set up an altar on the scorched earth, and brought the flesh and blood of spiritual beasts and the incense cauldron.

A Taoist priest with white temples was reciting sacrificial inscriptions on the altar.

In the wilderness, strong winds roared, and goshawks came across the sky, accompanied by bursts of high-pitched calls, and landed in front of the pass.

At this moment, whether it was Qin Yun and others thousands of miles away, or the divine capital city, everything in the imperial city was boiling.

The scenes in the purple gas scroll were flowing, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the day of invitation to fight on February 2nd.

Among them, how the Taoist surnamed Qi visited the mountains and contacted the masters in the world just passed by in a flash, and even Li Yuan didn't see it clearly.

But at this moment, among the figures coming from all directions, he saw an acquaintance!

"Jin Shengwu? This old guy is still alive?!"

"Yun Haisheng? There is actually a great master from the Qisha Sect!"

"The sword light is invisible, breaking through the body. Is this Xie Wangsun? He has also broken the Tiangang..."

"Who is the old man holding the umbrella? Hiss, he can actually refine the turtle shape to such an extent that at first glance, he almost doesn't have a human shape anymore!"

…

In the picture, the world's strongest men gathered at Tianyou Pass!

"Senior Brother Jin Shengwu, Dou Yue, is that empty? Pei Xingkong, Pei Jiu, Shi Qingyi, Yan Jiugong, Chu Tianzhu..."

Li Yuan saw many familiar people.

Fifty years later, today's true disciples of the Dao Sect are all among the masters, but except for Jin Shengwu, no one has broken the Tiangang.

"Turtle Immortal!"

Li Yuan saw the Negative Palace Spirit Turtle, holding an umbrella, and stopped to look at Tianyou Pass. He saw the light of the Tianyun Xuanbing, and saw Xie Wangsun, who had only heard of his name.

But, I still didn’t see myself.

"...Master Dao is really dead?"

Li Yuan fell into suspicion, but he felt something was wrong. There was no way he would be involved in such a big event that looked very troublesome at first sight.

But looking all the way, he really didn't find any trace related to himself.

He didn't even know if he hid it too well or if he was dead...

Boom!

The scene in the painting changed quickly. With a loud noise, the Taoist surnamed Qi moved away, and the incense flames rose into the sky like pillars and spread far away.

boom!

Within a few seconds, there was another loud noise.

Li Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he saw a familiar glint of sword light at the direction of the incense. Its color was like ink, and its power was like a dragon.

"Inviting to fight? A gutter rat who only knows how to make sneak attacks..."

Before anyone arrived, the light of the sword was accompanied by the sound of wind, thunder and explosions in the sky, and it was slashing straight towards Tianyou Pass on the wasteland, as if it was going to cut this majestic pass, which could hold more than 100,000 troops, into two parts:

"You deserve it too!"

boom!

With one strike of the sword, the sky and the earth were darkened.

The world inside and outside the painting has lost its sound. All we can see is a sea of ​​sword light covering the world and the violent sword dragon rising from it!

"Supreme Grand Master!"

In the city of Shendu, Long Yingchan and others felt their eyes stung. The power of this sword had reached an extremely terrifying level.

However, such a violent and terrifying sword disappeared in an instant like a mud cow entering the sea the moment it touched that quiet pass.

"Crack!"

Under the gaze of countless people, the light of the sword disappeared, and then, the 'void' in Youguan that day cracked like a bronze mirror.

"That day Youguan was transformed into someone else's divine realm!"

Qin Shixian somewhere in the city was shocked. She was only looking at Wan Zhuliu's sword light and actually ignored this.

"Crack!"

In the painting, the Tianyouguan transformed into the divine realm trembled violently and cracked. Immediately, an extremely high-pitched dragon roar resounded through the sky and rang out from the painting.

"hold head high!"

As the dragon's roar echoed in reality, all the birds, beasts and horses in the divine capital city were no worse than being killed by thunder, some were wailing, some were crawling on their knees, and their feces and urine were flowing out.

"This is……"

Everyone in the divine capital city was horrified.

After Tianyou Pass shattered and disappeared, what replaced it was a huge black dragon as thick as a hill and tens or hundreds of feet long!

It coils its body like a snake, with its head raised high.

"This is?!"

On the star-catching platform, Li Yuan's body trembled. He felt the extremely strong power of the dragon from this blue dragon.

And, a faint sense of familiarity!

"This is..."

There was another commotion in the capital city of God. Countless people were either horrified or in awe. The breath of the blue dragon was too terrifying.

Huhu~

In the painting, all the strong men were speechless. Only Wan Zhuliu walked in the air. He was wearing a black tortoise armor and holding the magic dragon sword. He looked up at the dragon head.

As if he had noticed something, his eyes shrank violently as if they were stung:

"You actually..."

"Buzz~"

The airflow blown away by the dragon's roar rolled back, blowing the Taoist robes.

"Ang!"

The blue dragon lowered its head, and everyone saw that there was someone sitting cross-legged between the majestic dragon horns. He was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a hammer in front of his knees.

At this time, in the eyes of shock, confusion, or horror inside and outside the painting, he slowly stood up.

He raised the hammer, looked around, and finally looked at Wan Zhuliu:

"You, you are indeed not worthy of the Taoist's invitation to fight..."

His voice sounded together with the dragon's roar. The moment he stepped forward and raised the hammer, the scroll made of purple air had broken and exploded with a "bang".

Only the indifferent voice exploded in the air:

"Call the old ghost in your body to come together!"

Boom!

In the void, the light and shadow shattered, and the purple air collapsed inch by inch. Finally, in the eyes of those who were either trance, or guessing, or puzzled, it turned into five big words.

"The temple founder, Li Yuan!"