Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 570 Rules of Bafang Temple

This old guy...

Li Yuan stood with the hammer in hand, his blood still lingering in his body. With a quick glance, he saw Dong Twenty-three standing on the viewing platform and the strange bird with a human head squatting on his shoulder.

As if he knew that Li Yuan was looking at him, the old man looked at him with a dull face. His voice was neither high nor low, but it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly:

"Everyone who enters the temple can compete for the identity of the temple's founder!"

"..."

Li Yuan was speechless, but he was not too surprised.

He had not used the spirit puppet heart before because of this consideration.

In his guess, these puppets must be left by the unknown supreme power to preside over trials and select successors. It is difficult for anyone to use them.

Now it seems that is indeed the case.

Even if I take the heart of the spirit puppet to awaken him, there seems to be no preferential treatment...

"Ancient supernatural power!"

When Li Yuan was cursing in his heart, the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master could no longer hold back. His cloak moved and his long hair fluttered, as if he was extremely angry:

"How dare you insult me!"

boom!

The sound waves reverberated, hundreds of miles trembled, and the air waves billowed.

Visible to the naked eye, the blood all over His body shimmers, turning into a temple full of incense. The statue in the temple raises its head, thousands of pairs of Dharma eyes open wide, bursting out red blood, interweaving in the arena, and turning into substantial large hand seals. He grabbed Dong 23:

"Get off!"

The Master Thousand Eyes was extremely angry.

Who is He?

Who is that kid?

Even if he himself dies, leaving only a remnant of his spirit, how can he be thrown into a competition arena to fight for something with another ant under the watchful eyes of a group of ants?

This is simply a disgrace.

Buzz~

Facing the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Lord's furious attack, Dong Twenty-san didn't even move his eyelids. An invisible force of energy descended upon him, like the most intense cold current, which instantly froze the big handprint in the air.

"act recklessly!"

The strange human-headed bird smiled jokingly, but couldn't help but glance at Li Yuan. This kid was a cunning one. He would not let go of the spirit puppet's heart and would decisively wake up the Twenty-Third Master if something happened.

I'm afraid I never thought about giving it to myself from beginning to end...

"Crack!"

The Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master groaned, and his big hand seal shattered into powder. The anger on his face froze, and he still looked at Dong Twenty-Three coldly:

"You are not an ancient supernatural power..."

As if he saw something, his eyes shrank slightly, and the evil aura on his body instantly dropped by several levels.

"My name is Dong Ersan."

Dong Twenty-san on the viewing platform was neither happy nor angry, he just pointed his finger, and two stone tablets rose up in the fighting arena.

[Monument of Liyuan]

[Monument of Thousand Eyes]

On the viewing platform, Long Yingchan and others came back to their senses and looked at the field, their expressions were somewhat frightened, angry and nervous.

No one expected that this thousand-eyed old ghost would actually take away Li Yuan's identity as the temple's founder, and would even become...

"The man who opened the temple has just entered Taoism, but this old ghost has just become one. Is this considered a challenge?"

Long Yingchan pinched his long eyebrows, his true energy surging.

"How come it doesn't count?"

Dong Ersan glanced at him.

“It’s only a challenge if the realm is similar, but what kind of challenge is it if the gap is so huge?”

As soon as Long Yingchan opened his mouth, Fang Sanyun immediately followed, and the others also spoke one after another.

They now have some understanding of what it means to be a temple founder. If this identity is taken away by the old ghost with thousands of eyes, it will be very bad for them.

"A big disparity?"

Dong 23 was noncommittal.

"Your Excellency, you said that everyone who enters the temple is eligible to compete?"

Long Yingchan had already stood up, staring closely at Dong Twenty-san. Unfortunately, the old guy's dull expression did not change at all:

"Then, maybe Long will fight together?"

"There is only one person who can challenge this in ten years."

Dong Twenty-three shook his head and ignored the people on the viewing platform, but looked at the two people in the arena.

Woo~

At this moment, not only Li Yuan, but also the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master felt his breath stagnate, and an invisible energy rolled in from all directions, enveloping them like a tide.

"Are you sure you want to challenge?"

Feeling Dong Twenty-san's gaze, Master Thousand Eyes has calmed down. Although everything in front of him deviates from the information he has obtained, at this time, he has no reason to retreat.

"good."

Master Thousand Eyes held the Wind God Token, and at this moment, he could no longer detect the Wind God's aura.

"Um."

Dong Ersan nodded and said:

"The Lord has left a rule. Anyone who enters the temple, regardless of their talent or age, will compete to open the temple and have a chance to enter the temple!"

Dong Twenty-san's voice echoed in the competition arena, and Master Thousand Eyes couldn't help but groan. The vivid and wonderful scenery around him instantly trembled and became blurry, and was pushed back to the entrance by the invisible air machine.

"Do you want to fight on the same level?"

The Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master's eyes were slightly cold, but he didn't care. Even though he was only a fragment of his god, he would never care about such an indigenous junior.

Even if a junior with a bone age of 20 or so has a star-level talent, what kind of skills do he have?

Buzz~

Li Yuan's expression softened slightly and he looked at the stone tablet rising in front of him. Dong Twenty-san's voice echoed at the same time:

"Li Yuan of the Eastern Territory, a Taoist earth evil spirit, with a bone age of twenty-seven... rated... excellent!"

"Um?"

Listening to that cold voice, Master Thousand Eyes suppressed the anger in his heart and felt a little uneasy.

Li Yuan also seemed to have expected something. His tense body relaxed a little, and his eyes looking at the opposite side were a little weird:

"The spirit puppet's heart seems to have not been wasted..."

"Thousand Eyes... Rated as: Good (Part 2)!"

Dong Twenty-san paused for a moment, then his eyes fell on Master Thousand Eyes, and said indifferently:

"...Follow the rules!"

"You have to defeat the third level before you can replace it!"

"What?!"

The Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master finally changed his expression, but he only had time to change his expression, and the energy that spread around him like a tide suddenly began to boil.

He felt as if he had been put on a thick iron coat. Within a moment, he had fallen back to the realm of the Tao, and he could not stop falling again!

The vague and strange scene around him disappeared, and the true energy that penetrated the body was shattered. Then, he felt that his bones and blood were all drained out, and his internal organs seemed to have collapsed...

"this……"

In the eyes of Li Yuan, Long Yingchan and others, who were either shocked or happy, the aura of the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master fell again and again. In just a moment, it actually fell to Tongmai!

"Victory against the third level?!"

The face of the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master was extremely ugly. The cloak covering his body was mostly broken, and the pair of closed Dharma Eyes could not be opened.

Under the pressure of the invisible energy coming from the Bafang Temple, he felt weaker than ever before!

"Reverse third level..."

On the viewing platform, Long Yingchan held his hands and laughed, and some people had pity in their eyes.

It has been rare in ancient times for those who have achieved great success in blood exchange to go against the path and enter the Dao. However, it is unprecedented to be able to open up the meridians and enter the Dao!

"This old ghost has rated it as good, but it still needs to be reversed three levels... I have rated it as bad, how many levels should it be reversed? Seventh level or eightth level..."

There are also people who are distracted and feel their scalp numb just thinking about it.

Dong Twenty-Three said that he could have any talent, high or low, and seemed to leave a way out. In fact, it was a dead end!

Unless they are also rated as excellent, there is absolutely no possibility of taking away the identity of the temple founder...

"Is this okay?"

Li Yuan's expression was subtle. He was already ready for a hard fight, but he didn't expect there to be such a rule.

But it doesn’t seem strange when you think about it.

The Bafang Temple has such high requirements for those who open the temple. There is no reason why people can easily replace them. And if someone can really beat a few levels, then the talent and bone age are indeed not that important.

"This rule is good."

Li Yuan turned the weight and looked at the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master, whose face was green and black. Although he was ready for a hard fight, who would be willing to fight hard if he could be crushed to death?

He was really afraid of this god who seemed to come from outside.

But if the difference is three levels, let alone this half-disabled god, it is the legendary God King of Origin. He dares to touch it!

"Ancient magical power..."

The Thousand-Eyed Master withdrew his gaze and looked at the young Taoist who came with the hammer, but his expression slowly calmed down, and he just looked at it quietly, as if he wanted to imprint him into his eyes:

"Li Yuan!"

boom!

What responded to Him was the sound of a hammer breaking through the air like a thunderbolt.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength!

Before the enemy died, Li Daoye didn't want to say anything nonsense at all. He activated the weapon in his hand and moved with the hammer. The green true aura swallowed and spread, turning into a dragon and rising from the abyss.

It suddenly flooded half of the martial arts arena!

…

Boom!

In the fighting arena, smoke and dust were billowing, and the green aura spread layer by layer, like a tide.

On the viewing platform, everyone had different expressions.

This battle ended with Li Yuan's heavy hammer bombardment. The huge gap at the third level made this battle lackluster.

When the smoke and dust in the fighting arena dispersed, the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master was no longer there. Li Yuan's heavy hammer did not even notice any obstruction, and the battle was over.

However, although this competition is easy, the rewards are huge.

"Zheng~"

The sound of Qing Yue's sword echoed like a dragon.

Li Yuan waved, and a red-gold sword fell into his palm:

[Changhong Yiqi Sword (Level 11)]

[...Star Core...Split Sea Star Core...Sword Qi...? ? ? ...]

[Condition 1 for control: Perfect swordsmanship at the ultimate level, the shape of the spiritual sword, pure Yang sword energy] (The spirit of the mysterious weapon has not recognized its master)

[Controller Effect 1: Level 11 (Black): Sword Dao Talent, Cultivation Talent, Sun-piercing Rainbow, Sword Qi]

【Control Condition 2:? ? ? 】

[Control effect two:? ? ? 】

Get the Changhong Sword!

With two fingers, he wiped away the dark red blood stain on the blade of the sword. Li Yuan flicked it lightly, and the sound of the sword was heard. The sword spirit seemed to be mourning, but also seemed to be joyful.

[Changhong Yiqi Sword: The owner has been recognized]

"This old ghost..."

Turning the divine sword lightly, Li Yuan's face didn't look happy. It wasn't that the victory was easy, but that the old ghost died too fast, which was abnormally fast.

Just a show?

It’s better not to have a back-up plan...

Even his vigilance did not prevent Li Yuan from cleaning the battlefield. Besides the Changhong Yiqi Sword, there was the Wind God Token and a small cauldron the size of a fist, exuding rich incense light.

Buzz~

Almost at the same time that Li Yuan picked up the small cauldron, the lights and shadows around him flickered and changed. In the next moment, he had returned to the top of Bafang Mountain.

On a strange rock not far away, Dong Ersan was sitting cross-legged.