Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 574: Immortal Pointing the Way

Chapter 575 Immortal guides the way

"Last night, a big sun suddenly appeared in the city of the divine capital. Its light was dazzling. I noticed something was wrong and climbed onto the star-changing platform. I saw a red sun falling into the imperial city, and the fire was overwhelming..."

In the side hall of the imperial city, Wu Yingxing lowered his head and looked ugly:

"In just a few seconds, Commander Wang coughed up blood and fell to the ground, and the escape boat was lost..."

In the side hall, Wang Jin knelt on the ground. His face was pale, and the gunpowder smoke still lingered on his body, as if he had been burned by fire for a day and a night. His voice was extremely hoarse:

"Your Majesty, I am guilty!"

quiet!

The hall was eerily quiet for a while, except for the sound of breathing getting heavier.

"It hurts me too!"

The desk was smashed to pieces with a palm, and Emperor Qian was trembling with anger: "Old thief, how dare you take my escape boat!"

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

Wu Yingxing didn't dare to look up.

Two great masters were guarding the divine capital, and with the Xuan Bing in hand, they actually lost the Sky Escape Boat. Even he felt ashamed.

"It deserves to be killed, it deserves to be killed!"

Emperor Qian couldn't suppress his anger, and felt his heart aching like a knife. He finally understood Wan Zhuliu's state of mind that day.

"Your Majesty, forgive me."

Wang Jin also lowered his head.

Wan Zhuliu, who was listening quietly with his hands lowered, also had a cold expression on his face and asked, "Can you see clearly who is coming?"

"The fire is surrounding me and I can't see my face clearly..."

Wang Jin became more and more ashamed, but recalling the terrifying figure falling from the sky at night, reflected in the red sun, he felt a chill in his heart:

"This person's martial arts has reached the point where ghosts and gods are unpredictable. We only met each other before and after him, and the escape boat has been taken away by him. I, I, I was injured by the fire.

If I didn’t have the ‘Great Health Elixir’ in hand, I’d probably be burned to death immediately…”

"A face-to-face meeting..."

Emperor Qian's anger subsided slightly and he looked at Wu Yingxing again, who just nodded bitterly.

"I'm afraid this person is the traitor who assassinated the late emperor sixty years ago..."

Wu Yingxing didn't need to tell him. Everyone present could guess his identity. There were not many people in the world who could defeat Wang Jin.

While he was wearing divine armor and holding the Heavenly Escape Boat, he was the only person in the world who could seriously injure someone and take away the Xuan Weapon with just a single glance.

'I'm afraid Wan Zhuliu may not be able to do it...'

Shen Qisheng glanced at Wan Zhuliu with his peripheral vision, touched the latter's eyes and then moved away without leaving a trace, saying:

"The red sun is falling on the city, and the fire is overwhelming. The world's martial arts can only be achieved by cultivating the 'Golden Form of the Great Sun' to the realm of the 'Golden Sun of the Great Sun'..."

Golden sun shape.

When Shen Qisheng spoke, the hall fell silent again.

Wang Jin lowered his head to prevent others from seeing the strange look in his eyes, but in fact many people present felt a little strange.

Without him, this Golden Sun Form is a magical skill inherited by the royal family, originating from Taizu Pang Wenlong. However, in these thousands of years, no one in the royal family has mastered this magical skill.

Instead, someone who practiced this magical skill assassinated the emperor and took away the Heavenly Fate Xuanbing...

"Qin Yun!"

Emperor Qian's voice was cold. Looking at Wang Jin who was kneeling on one knee, he deliberately asked him how he could escape from the old thief.

But as soon as the words are turned on the lips, they become soothing:

"Qin Yun has neither a king nor a father, but he is born with extremely high martial arts skills... This is not a crime of war, so Commander Wang does not need to worry too much. I will give you three 'health-preserving pills' so that you can recover from your injuries."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The king bowed his head to thank him and retired.

Wu Yingxing wanted to say something, but when he saw Emperor Qian's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart, and bowed to leave.

The two of them left one after another. Shen Qisheng and Yan Tianxiong had no intention of staying and left one after another. Huang Longzi held the black umbrella without saying a word. When he walked out of the hall, he was in a good mood.

Soon, only Wan Zhuliu was left in the hall.

"Wang Jin..."

Taking a deep look at Wang Jin's back outside the palace, Emperor Qian narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "The golden shape of the sun... Qin Yun, Qin Yun...

It has been more than a thousand years, does Pang Wenlong still have a legacy that has not been cut off? "

"Shrine..."

Wan Zhuliu didn't care about Qin Yun's origin, but after everyone left the palace, he lightly pressed his finger between his eyebrows and searched for the traces left by Qin Yun.

Buzz~

Wan Zhuliu slowly closed his eyes, and not long after, he 'saw' the scene of the red sun coming last night, and saw the sky blazing with fire and the whole city shaking.

A man fell from the sky, and the red sun hung behind him, reflecting him like a god or a demon.

"This is no longer a spiritual phenomenon..."

Wan Zhuliu's eyelids trembled violently, and even when he glimpsed this scene from the scattered Qi, he seemed to feel the heat wave hitting his face.

The red sun is not the sun, but a spirit that has been condensed to the extreme, carrying the will. According to the statement in the true shape diagram of Tiancang Sword,

"This is the Dharma image!"

Wan Zhuliu suddenly opened his eyes.

Wisps of silver light intertwined in front of him, and Yun Mo's voice echoed in the hall:

"You can actually cultivate the Dharma without the true form diagram... This person's talent is no less than that of Pang Wenlong back then, no, even better than Pang Wenlong!"

Looking at the invisible silver figures gathering and dispersing, Wan Zhuliu held the magic sword at his waist with a solemn expression.

Compared with Qin Yun, he was more afraid of this old ghost.

"senior."

Emperor Qian's expression changed, but he bowed and saluted:

"I wonder how the junior should address the senior?"

"In the past, I was led to this place in a state of confusion..."

The silver light intertwined and changed, forming a cold and stern old face. He flew in the air and looked down at the two people in the hall:

"A thousand years ago, Pang Wenlong performed a sacrifice in the capital of the gods. On that day, I followed the sky fire and severely injured him, leaving behind a ray of bone and blood...

You, even those strands of bone and blood who gave birth to descendants from people in this world, are also considered members of our Yunmo tribe! "

Woo~

Silver light flashed and turned into a figure falling in the hall:

"I'm not an ancestor like you, but I can still be considered a member of the same clan. It's okay to call me senior, and it's okay to call me ancestor!"

Wan Zhuliu frowned slightly: "Pang Wenlong has also condensed the Dharma?"

"No."

The figure of Taoist Yun Mo was blurry: "The spiritual aspect is a combination of God and Qi, picking up the wonders of the world to fill it. The Dharma aspect is the transformation of the spiritual aspect. It can truly interfere with the heaven and earth, and has all kinds of incredible power!"

He looked at Wan Zhuliu:

"If we say that the realm of unity is the unity of the three elements, the Dharma is formed by the unity of heaven and earth on this basis..."

"Be one with heaven and earth?"

Wan Zhuliu raised his eyebrows.

"Dharma phase, as the name suggests, contains the phase of Dharma."

The blurry figure of Taoist Yun Mo gradually became clearer:

"The heaven and earth here are isolated from the inside and outside. Although there are inheritances from the Bafang Temple, they are only unified. This person can cultivate the Dharma. This achievement has surpassed Pang Wenlong..."

"Another one, Dragon Demon Taoist!"

"Dragon Demon Taoist?"

Emperor Qian frowned. The old ghost appeared and his eyes only glanced over him. He was mostly talking to Wan Zhuliu.

"Such a barren land can actually give birth to the 'Enlightenment Body'. It's a pity that the person's bones are too old, otherwise the Bafang Temple would have been opened more than a thousand years ago."

Taoist Yun Mo's voice was filled with inexplicable emotions, but he quickly calmed down. He looked at Wan Zhuliu:

"The puppets sitting at the door have woken up. It is no longer possible to seize the identity of the temple opener. It is time to make a choice!"

"Blood sacrifice is absolutely impossible!"

Wan Zhuliu flatly refused.

Taoist Yun Mo was not annoyed, but looked at Emperor Qian again. Although the latter frowned, he did not refuse directly.

"His Majesty!"

Wan Zhuliu frowned.

"Huang Longzi once said that if you perform a sacrifice, you can attract the Poison Dragon Academy to come..."

Emperor Qian wanted to speak but stopped.

"It's true."

Taoist Yun Mo seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and said calmly: "It's just that you can't even trust me, how can you trust Poison Dragon Academy?"

"Senior misunderstood."

Emperor Qian explained: "What this junior means is, is it possible to attract my family of cloud demons to come?"

"His Majesty!"

Wan Zhuliu's face tightened.

"Introduction..."

Taoist Yun Mo's face darkened, and soon it turned into wisps of silver light and disappeared into Wan Zhuliu's eyebrows:

"This is the only way to go!"

…

[In the main hall, Cloud Demon appeared, urging Emperor Qian to make a decision as soon as possible. Emperor Qian hesitated and asked if he could invite the Cloud Demon clan to come in advance?

Taoist Yun Mo walked away, and Emperor Qian's expression changed. Only then did he suddenly realize that the Yun Mo clan had no god to worship... (Level 13)]

[In the city of God's Capital, Huang Longzi still sets up a stall by the road to tell fortunes. He no longer does fortune-telling, but instead refuses anyone who comes, and his fortune-telling is always successful. He has a great reputation... (Level 10)]

[There is a saying in Tianshiyuan that one can enter Taoism by practicing martial arts, and one can become a real person by becoming a real person, and among real people, those with extraordinary understanding can practice 'Taoism' in this state...

In the cave of Bafang Temple, under an old tree, Chi Lian, who had been banned from the true energy and spirit phase, was in a daze, but in fact he was silently thinking in his heart, wanting to practice Taoism, "Immortal Guiding the Way" (Level 10)]

…

On the top of Bafang Mountain, with the gentle breeze blowing, Li Yuan sat cross-legged in front of a strange stone, multi-tasking, transporting his true energy and listening to the music at the same time.

After the body and mind were united, thanks to the nourishment of powerful qi, blood and true energy, Li Yuan's spirit increased day by day, and multi-tasking was like an instinct.

"The Cloud Demon doesn't offer sacrifices to gods?"

Li Yuan patted the mirage belt around his waist.

"snort!"

The little female dragon didn't want to talk to him.

"You don't know this either?"

Li Yuan sighed: "Forget it, let's go find Chi Lian and ask him whether the disciples of Poison Dragon Academy are more knowledgeable."

This little female dragon may not have had a sharp temperament when she was alive, but she was even more stupid after being made into a magic weapon. For him, it was easy to control.

Sure enough, the little female dragon was immediately angry:

"She knows, but I don't know?"

"Want to hear the details."

Li Yuan hurriedly acted like he was listening attentively.

"The Yun Mo clan is just a small clan. Even though there have been many outstanding people in the clan, the population is so sparse, how can it afford a god?"

The little female dragon was quite disdainful: "I heard that in the early years, there was a powerful figure in the Yun Mo clan. He gathered the whole clan to worship him. He wanted to go to the Netherland to try to become a god when he died..."

"Um?"

Li Yuan's heart moved slightly, thinking of Cang Longzi, the master of Xuanjing Sect. The handwriting he left behind seemed to also be thinking about 'transformation into gods'.

"Failed?"

"nonsense!"

Li Yuan thought in his mind: "Does the Mirage Dragon clan have gods?"

"Of course!"

The belt of the mirage dragon looks up like a snake, quite proudly:

"My Mirage Dragon Clan once worshiped all the dragon gods in the sky, how can I be compared to the Cloud Demon Clan? I..."

ever?

Li Yuan automatically ignored her bragging, and he seemed to understand a little bit.

'This native...'

After boasting for a while and not getting a response, the little female dragon became a little discouraged: "When are you going to leave?"

"Um……"

Li Yuan stood up and looked down from here, just in time to see Chi Lian in a daze under the tree at the foot of the mountain.