Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 573: Sky Escape Boat

[Yunxiang Ding (Level 8)]

[…Based on the heart of the star stone, this magical weapon is made of incense and fire. It can carry a huge amount of incense without losing it. It has a deity statue inside and can slowly absorb the corresponding incense within a certain range…]

[Control conditions: Level 6 of the Worship Method]

[Control effect: Level 8 (Gold): Fortune]

In the fist-sized cauldron, the light of various incense interweaves, which looks pleasing to the eye.

“The Evil God Cult has a lot of money. With this amount of incense in hand, we can stay in the Netherworld for many years.”

Li Yuan played with the small cauldron.

Traveling in the Netherworld requires incense, otherwise it will be corroded by the breath of the Netherworld. He once asked the little female dragon that the erosion of the Netherworld is irreversible, and even the gods dare not touch it.

He was thinking about asking Qin Yun for a sum of incense as travel expenses, but now, well, he has to ask for it.

Incense is a panacea. It is circulated among all realms. Long before the Origin Dynasty, it was the most widely circulated "currency".

No matter how much, he would never have too much.

"The court has to have the most incense..."

With a thought in his mind, Li Yuan took out the lump of Bailing Red Treasure Mud and tried to receive the incense.

Buzz~

A wisp of incense was immersed in it, and the red treasure mud trembled gently, digesting the incense as if it had life.

"I also want incense that is not of the highest order, but I am not picky..."

With a large amount of incense in hand, Li Yuan would naturally not be stingy to only use incense that is not of the highest order to warm the spiritual mud. He was just guessing how much incense it would take to warm the spiritual mud.

First order, second order...

From low to high, Li Yuan invested thousands of incense, and the red treasure mud accepted all of them. Later, the whole body glowed with a soft light.

Through this faint light, it seems that there is a figure that looks like a human or a monkey, with limbs and a torso, but the nine orifices are blocked.

"Can it be refined into a clone only after the nine orifices are opened by warming it with incense?"

Li Yuan frowned slightly. He even threw a strand of seventh-level incense into it, but the nine orifices of the figure did not move at all:

"How much incense does it take?"

Seeing that the red treasure mud did not change after digesting the incense, Li Yuan stopped the loss in time. Although he had just received a lot of incense, he could not waste it for no reason.

"There should be incense in the Eight Directions Temple, right?"

After putting away the red treasure mud and the Yunxiang Ding, Li Yuan opened his eyes. Behind the strange stone forest, there were wisps of clouds and smoke outside the ancient temple. After Dong Ershisan woke up, the ancient temple was not as clear as before.

"Ah!"

At this time, a low roar came from the bottom of the mountain.

"That spirit turtle carrying the temple?"

Li Yuan's heart moved, and he stood up and looked down the mountain.

The air waves were rolling, and the tortoise shell with ferocious bone spurs was spinning wildly under the attack of Fang Sanyun and Yuanqing Taoist. Sometimes someone would groan and scream.

"This tortoise shell is really hard."

Li Yuan was a little shocked.

Almost everyone at the foot of the mountain was trying to kill the old tortoise. Fang Sanyun and Yuanqing Taoist even used the Heavenly Profound Soldiers. The latter used the Three Elements and One Qi Pillar to pin it down at the foot of the mountain.

The former held the Heavenly Fire Samadhi Seal and kept flapping it. For a while, smoke and thunder rolled down the mountain.

But even so, the tortoise shell was not broken, but it kept shaking and cracking. Instead, the people who were besieging it groaned and screamed from time to time, and were injured by the recoil of the bone spurs.

…

"You are still too young to break Grandpa Turtle's shell!"

A cold voice came from the turtle shell: "Retreat quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Do you really think I can't do anything to you?!"

Fang Sanyuan retreated with a muffled groan, and then became furious:

"Go!"

A small red seal flew out of his hand, spinning in the air, and it was already wrapped in red flames like a dragon and crashed into the turtle shell in the smoke and dust.

"Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldier!"

The heart of the old turtle was tense. This mysterious soldier stained with the aura of the Eight Directions Temple was much more fierce than the top-grade magic weapon he had seen. How could he be willing to take it head-on?

But the Three Yuan Yi Qi Pillar had already fixed him in place. Whether he wanted to or not, he could only shout:

"Let's see whether you smash Grandpa to death, or Grandpa will counter-shock you to death!"

Boom!

A huge roar exploded, raising billowing smoke and dust.

The violent Qi was so strong that even several great masters could not help but pause for a moment. Then, there was a muffled sound, and Fang Sanyun staggered and fell to the ground, with blood oozing out of his seven orifices.

"Ah!"

In the smoke and dust, the old turtle screamed, obviously also seriously injured.

"Haven't you broken the turtle shell yet?!"

"It's really comparable to the Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldier. The shell of this old turtle is really too hard."

"Hiss, Brother Fang's injury..."

Seeing the turtle shell rotating in the smoke and dust, everyone at the foot of the mountain felt it was difficult. This turtle shell was not only hard, but also had the ability to recoil.

The harder he attacked, the more serious his injury was. How could he fight?

"How can a mere tortoise shell compare with the Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldier?"

Zhou Ying snorted coldly: "If there is a Sea-Splitting Mysterious Whale Hammer here, no matter what kind of armor or tortoise shell you have, one hammer will surely smash it!"

While speaking, he suddenly turned back, and ripples appeared in the void. Li Yuan walked out of the passage and drew out the Sea-Splitting Mysterious Whale Hammer upon hearing the words:

"Senior Zhou, take the hammer!"

"Roar!"

The red hand hammer soared into the air, and the Mysterious Whale Spirit that came out of the small black room was extremely excited. Zhou Ying took the hammer with both hands, exhaled and shouted, and was about to smash it down with a hammer.

"Puff!"

The heavy hammer rose up and did not fall, but the energy had already rolled down. There was only a 'crackling' sound, and the tortoise shell seemed to make a wailing sound. The old turtle immortal stretched out his pale head and face and spit out a mouthful of dirty blood:

"Stop, everyone, stop it!"

Woo~

Zhou Ying sent and received words from the heart, stopped the hammer at the right time, and together with Taoist Yuanqing and Long Yingchan, surrounded the old turtle.

"...I really have no grievances with you, why do you have to capture and kill me?"

Turtle Laoxian's face was pale and bloodless. He first fought tooth and nail with the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master, and then was blasted by Long Yingchan and others. Even though his turtle shell was tough, he was seriously injured.

"Tie them up first and then talk."

Long Yingchan pinched his long eyebrows, Taoist Yuan Qing nodded, raised his hand and released an air stake to tie him up. Gui Laoxian gritted his teeth and did not resist, and was thrown aside with a cloud of smoke and dust.

Ao Cang, who was tied under a tree not far away, smiled bitterly when he saw this.

"Is that Thousand-Eyed Old Ghost dead?"

Long Yingchan turned around and asked Li Yuan, and everyone else also looked over.

"Not dead."

Li Yuan reached out to take the Black Whale Hammer and relayed Dong Twenty-san's answer.

"A ray of remnant god..."

Everyone looked at each other, but they weren't too surprised. After all, the records on the stone tablet were too revealing.

"I'm afraid this beast has more than one wisp of residual god."

Long Yingchan frowned:

"This old ghost has been dormant in secret for thousands of years, and I'm afraid he has other plans... But with that, um, Dong Twenty-three here, even if he has any other plans, he can't succeed."

Thinking of this, Long Yingchan felt relieved again.

With Li Yuan's talent and talent, he was almost invincible at the same level. He couldn't think of anyone who could beat him at the third level.

"Gods..."

Zen Master Dading shook his hand. Just now, his palm was injured by the tortoise shell. Although there was no blood, several finger bones were exposed:

"No wonder the Evil God Cult only cares about incense, that's why..."

"There are rumors that the Evil God Cult originated from the outer world. I thought it was just a rumor, but I never expected that this old ghost not only comes from the outer world, but is also a god."

Taoist Yuan Qing stroked his long beard with his hands and was quite touched.

He has a deep understanding of the Evil God Cult. In order to destroy the Evil God Cult, he has sneaked into the main altar of the Evil God Cult many times in the past few decades and learned a lot of secrets.

The Evil God Sect was frightened by Pang Wenlong, the great ancestor of the Great Fortune, and was officially included in the imperial list of gods 1,400 years ago. However, the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master existed long before that.

The legend about Him coming from the outer world has been around for thousands of years, but there are only a few believers.

"No wonder this old ghost rarely takes action. He was originally coming to Bafang Temple, but..."

Fang Sanyun spat out a mouthful of dirty blood. He opened his eyes and looked at Chi Lian under the tree beside him: "Fang remembers that you said that the Bafang Temple is 'not included in the calculation', and even the gods cannot spy on it..."

"This is just a record in the academy. Even if it is untrue, where can I go to verify it?"

Feeling everyone's gaze, Chi Lian's expression turned ugly: "I'm only in the realm of unity, how can I know about the gods?"

"Bafang Temple is not involved, she did not lie."

At this time, Gui Laoxian regained his breath. He squinted his small mung bean eyes and wandered around the crowd, finally landing on Li Yuan.

Although this boy was just a beginner in Taoism, everyone present seemed to regard him as the leader.

"Then how did this old ghost know this thousands of years in advance?"

Long Yingchan and others frowned.

"All kinds of deduction methods require a medium. Every time the Bafang Temple is closed, the energy is dissipated, so the gods cannot calculate, but what if there is a medium?"

Gui Laoxian didn't pay attention to the eyes of others, he just looked at Li Yuan:

"The Bafang Temple has been wandering in Tianshiyuan for too long. Maybe a god has entered the Bafang Temple a long time ago. I don't know..."

"Not impossible."

Li Yuan glanced at the Thousand Eyes Monument. This old ghost was far more familiar with the Bafangtu than Qin Yun. He had a deep understanding of mountain climbing trials and even the Taoist Tower.

He had doubts before, but Dong Ersan avoided talking about it and failed to confirm it.

"Go on."

Seeing Li Yuan's interest, Gui Laoxian was shocked:

"Whether the gods are watching the Bafang Temple, I have no way of knowing, but right now, you are already facing a catastrophe, a catastrophe that can destroy the world!"

In fortune-telling, the first three sentences have always been the most important. If it cannot scare people, then there will be no business.

Gui Laoxian was well versed in this, but what surprised him was that when he finished speaking, everyone present had no reaction at all. Not to mention Li Yuan, Long Yingchan, and even Ao Cang on the side had no expression on their faces.

'It can't be...'

Gui Laoxian's heart thumped, and he glanced at Chi Lian from the corner of his eye. The latter sneered and closed his eyes.

"Is there anything you can do to break it?"

No matter how great the disaster was, it wouldn't be a shock after hearing it too much. At least Li Yuan was calm.

"This calamity originated from the Bafang Temple. To break this calamity..."

Gui Laoxian ignored Chi Lian's mocking eyes: "How about loosening the rope first?"

"So what if it's loose?"

Before Li Yuan opened his mouth, a voice came from behind him.

"Senior Qin."

Long Yingchan relaxed his long eyebrows.

Pang Wenlong, dressed in purple robes, stepped out of the void. He held the Bafang Temple token in one hand and the trembling pocket warship in the other hand.