Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 587 Gods and Demons? Li Yuan!

Wan Zhuliu?

Li Yuan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and immediately became alert.

With the example of the Thousand Eyes Master, he dared to enter the temple to challenge him. It goes without saying that Wan Zhuliu must have something to rely on.

"Is it the incense and blood quenching ceremony?"

Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the information he had heard before emerged in his mind.

[In the city of God, the smell of incense is strong. Emperor Gan used all the resources of the court to light a furnace in a secret place to perform the "incense and blood quenching" ceremony for the King of Zhenwu Wan Zhuliu. He was willing to burn all the blood and rebuild the foundation at the cost of his life... (Eleventh Level)]

In the past few years, Li Yuan rarely worked as a blacksmith. Occasionally, he would put down his hard training and practice martial arts to relax his mind. He only went fishing on the stage occasionally. Only his habit of listening to music before going to bed had never changed.

Although most of the listening sounds were of little use, over time, his grasp of many intelligence information was better than that of the five major sects and even the imperial court.

The news that Wan Zhuliu was refining his bloodline and the Thousand Eyes Dharma Master was spying on Qi Benchu ​​were all obtained or deduced from the vast amount of listening sounds.

"Pure Cloud Demon Bloodline?"

Li Yuan's mind wandered for a moment, and he decisively put away his hammer and retreated back to his meteorite, interrupting the challenge of the first level of entering the temple.

He looked up at the way he came, and in the dim light, he could see Dong Ershisan, whose face was as gloomy as water, and the human-headed strange bird that did not hide its gloating.

But his sight was just a glance, and in the light curtain presented by the dim light, he saw the wind and snow howling on Bafang Mountain, and the Dading Zen Master and others who were facing a great enemy at the foot of the mountain.

Finally, he walked slowly towards the foot of Bafang Mountain.

Black robe and white hair, hand on the magic sword, the dragon pattern on the forehead flashes a faint silver light, and as he walks slowly, there is an invisible pressure spreading.

"God's Palace!"

With just one glance, Li Yuan has realized that this Zhenwu King has taken the previous half step and entered the realm of Pang Wenlong and the Dragon Demon Taoist in the past.

But...

"His aura seems a little wrong."

The curtain of dim light in front of him is vivid, as if it is right in front of him. Li Yuan frowned slightly, feeling very strange.

At this moment, Wan Zhuliu has undoubtedly stood at the peak of the warriors in the past ten thousand years. His momentum is as majestic as a sacred mountain, and it is intimidating to look at.

But his aura is very strange.

The vigorous vitality coexists with the twilight of the setting sun...

"This feeling... old and young? Is it at the cost of burning life, stripping away bone age, and improving talent?"

Li Yuan turned the heavy hammer in his hand, and felt strange and clear in his heart:

"It seems that the price of this incense and blood washing ceremony is very high..."

...

"Wan Zhuliu!"

Under the Bafang Mountain, Taoist Yuanqing summoned the Sanyuan Yiqi Pillar, Fang Sanyun pinched the Tianhuo Samadhi Seal, and everyone looked solemn, as if facing a great enemy.

A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow.

Even the masters of the five major Taoist sects, facing the world's number one, can't help but feel fear and depression in their hearts.

"God Palace Realm!"

Feeling the invisible oppression, Taoist Yuanqing's face changed several times, and the Yiqi Pillar in his hand trembled violently, but then returned to silence.

"You, want to challenge the temple owner?"

The voice of Dong Ershisan sounded at the right time.

Wan Zhuliu slowly raised his head, and the mist in the Eight Directions Mountain dissipated, and he could see the old-looking puppet sitting at the gate:

"Yes."

Wan Zhuliu said briefly.

"Anyone who enters the temple can compete for the identity of the temple founder!"

Dong Ershisan sat quietly on the top of the mountain, seemingly watching Wan Zhuliu, but was suddenly interrupted.

The voice of Taoist Yuanqing sounded, and he bowed to the top of the mountain:

"The senior once said that only one person can challenge Li Yuan every ten years. Isn't this the rule of the Eight Directions Temple?"

"According to the rules, offering incense as a sacrifice can shorten the challenge time limit."

Dong Ershisan didn't look at him, but just calmly watched Wan Zhuliu, a little regretful:

"A thousand years of life span was gone overnight, you are willing to..."

"Madman!"

The human-headed strange bird snorted coldly, with a strange look in his eyes: "It's hateful, I finally met a Taoist soldier seed, but he turned out to be a madman!"

Life span and life span are different.

There are some great medicines that can make up for the shortfall of life span, but life span is determined by heaven, and extending life span is like going against the law of nature!

Apart from the breakthrough of the great realm, only the rarest few "cosmic magic medicines" in the universe can break the limit.

And those cosmic magic medicines are difficult to find even for the gods...

"It's a pity, it's a pity, I ask you again, are you sure you want to challenge Li Yuan?"

Dong Ershisan asked again.

"Yes!"

Wan Zhuliu answered calmly, but he didn't stop, and didn't care about Yuan Qing Taoist's look of facing a great enemy, just slowly walked towards the stele forest.

When his eyes touched his own stele, his heart was as calm as Wan Zhuliu, and he couldn't help but ripple in his heart, and his eyes changed.

He burned himself in the fire for more than three years, and nearly 800 years of life were burned, just for this moment.

...

Om~

The strong smell of incense slowly dissipated under the observatory.

"Bafang Temple..."

Under the altar, Emperor Gan flicked his sleeves, and a bronze mirror burst into dazzling red light. In just one turn, it turned into a light curtain several feet long and wide.

Wan Zhuliu's figure and the snow-covered Bafang Mountain were reflected in it.

"Your Majesty."

Looking at Wan Zhuliu's back, Wang Jin's expression was complicated and solemn. There was a sense of depression under the observatory, without any noise, and everyone's eyes were all focused on the light curtain.

"Can it work?"

Huang Longzi held the big umbrella and watched intently.

He was somewhat afraid of the Great Fortune Town Martial King. The talent of the outstanding person who could cultivate to the realm of the Divine Palace in this forbidden land was far beyond his reach.

What was even more terrifying was his character. Such a gifted and talented person was willing to give up most of his lifespan!

‘Rumor has it that the Bafang Temple has no taboos and allows those who enter the temple to change their talents and bone age by all means, but...’

Huang Longzi couldn't help but think of the temple owner.

Fake, can it be compared to the real one?

Woo~

The cold wind in the Bafang Cave seemed to blow out the light curtain.

Emperor Gan's eyes were condensed, staring at the Bafang Mountain in the light curtain, but he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

According to the plan, the Thousand Eyes Master should have helped the ancestor seize the body of the person who was reborn from the wonder at this moment, so as to seize the identity of Li Yuan.

But until now, there was still no news from the Thousand Eyes Dharma Master...

Buzz~

Not long after, as Wan Zhuliu approached, a dazzling divine light suddenly burst out from the stone tablet at the foot of the mountain.

Buzz~

The deep and long trembling sound echoed among the mountains.

"Hmm?!"

Hearing this familiar voice, the faces of Zen Master Da Ding and others all changed greatly.

This scene was very similar to Li Yuan's entry into the temple three years ago!

Hua La La~

The wind blew the snow, like the roar of a river.

The dazzling divine light burst out from the forest of tablets, interweaving into a curtain in the snowy sky, with the words on it flowing and shining brightly.

【Monument of Wanzhuliu】

【Bloodline: Cloud Demon Clan】

【Realm: Initial Formation of the Divine Palace】

【Talent: Heavenly Star】

【Divine Endowment: Top】

【Spiritual Appearance: Based on the Demon-Subduing Dragon Divine Sword, it is compatible with all forms and spirits... It was nurtured in thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally formed by ninety-nine divine patterns...

Dharma Appearance Potential: Divine Level (Top)】

【Gifted, superior comprehension... He made great achievements in martial arts when he was young, and the Demon-Subduing Dragon Divine Sword took the initiative to recognize him as its master... He fought hard all over the world, using thousands of strong men as his whetstone, and cultivated the "first-class sword intent"...

... He used the incense and blood washing ceremony to cut off the human race's mixed blood, reshaped the body of the Cloud Demon, transformed his talent, and achieved the Divine Palace...

Current Bone Age (31)】

...

【Comment: There are only extraordinary talents in the world, and few people in the world have the heart to pursue the Tao...】

【Overall Evaluation: Excellent】

【Those who are rated as "Excellent" do not need to climb the mountain, and can directly enter the "Temple Trial"】

Excellent!

"Good!"

When the light screen was projected, the silence under the observatory was instantly broken, and the floor tiles under the feet of Emperor Gan broke into powder with a "crack":

"Good, good, good!"

The sleeves of the robe moved without wind, and the depression in Emperor Gan's heart was swept away.

Three years ago, after knowing how the Thousand Eyes Dharma Master was defeated, he once gave up the idea of ​​fighting for the Eight Directions Temple.

Even if the Thousand Eyes Dharma Master was as strong as the third level, he couldn't win, let alone others?

Even if the incense and blood washing ceremony was held later, he had always felt a heavy stone in his heart, until this moment...

"God bless your majesty, God bless your prince!"

Wu Yingxing and others all breathed a sigh of relief, their expressions excited.

Is it really done?

Huang Longzi sighed in his heart.

Compared to Wan Zhuliu, he was more inclined to Li Yuan to be the founder of the temple. There was no other reason, the latter was just a native without roots, while the former was backed by not only the Yunmo clan, but also the Thousand Eyes Dharma Master.

A god, even a fallen god, is not easy to deal with.

‘What a pity. ’

Huang Longzi’s heart was a little complicated, but a smile appeared on his face:

“Congratulations, Your Majesty!”

“Congratulations, Your Majesty!”

Everyone bowed their hands.

“The overall situation has been decided!”

Emperor Gan relaxed his brows, and the gloom of many days disappeared.

Li Yuan was able to defeat the Thousand Eyes Master because he fought against the third level, not because he was really strong enough to defeat the gods. Once he lost the advantage of realm, what could he use to fight Wan Zhuliu?

…

“Bone age is 31?!”

“How can his bone age be 31? Washing blood with incense? Reducing bone age at the cost of life span? What a cruel method!”

“Is he crazy?!”

Everyone at the foot of Bafang Mountain changed their expressions, looking at Wan Zhuliu with eyes full of surprise and suspicion, and some strange pity.

“Tianxing!”

Looking at the evaluation of himself on the light screen, Wan Zhuliu was neither sad nor happy, but his eyes jumped violently.

After three years of suffering from the burning of the soul by fire and most of his life, he spent all his resources in the imperial court and reached the realm of the Divine Palace, but he was still only evaluated the same as that kid?

How is this possible? !

He could feel the fearful and suspicious eyes of the Zen Master Da Ding and others, but he seemed not to notice it until the light and shadows around him intertwined and turned into a fighting arena, and then he came to his senses.

He could vaguely feel that there was something strange in the eyes of the Zen Master Da Ding and others looking at him, but he didn't have time to think about it.

The moment he came to his senses, he had already seen the young Taoist holding a heavy hammer and walking out from the other side of the fighting arena:

"Li Yuan!"

Letting out a long breath, Wan Zhuliu cut off the distracting thoughts in his heart, and the Dragon God Sword in his hand made a violent trembling sound, like a tide.

"Wan Zhuliu."

Li Yuan stood with the hammer, his expression calm.

Feeling the sword energy like the raging tide of the ocean, looking at Wan Zhuliu, who was once regarded as a great enemy by him, his heart was not disturbed at all.

After taking a few glances, he looked up at Dong Ershisan, whose voice also sounded at the right time:

"Wan Zhuliu, gifted with the stars... rated as excellent!"

"Li Yuan, gifted with the gods and demons... rated as excellent (upper)!"

"According to the rules, only those who win by one level can replace him!"