Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 591 Constitution

"Although Wan Zhuliu is not the founder of the temple, since he has caught the eyes of Dong Ershisan, he may be able to break free from the constraints of the Eight Directions Temple!"

Pang Wenlong held a teacup with a gloomy look in his eyes:

"If he performs sacrifices outside the Netherworld, it is very likely that the Yunmo clan and even other forces of Tianshiyuan will be attracted in advance!"

After saying that, he also glanced at Li Yuan, the meaning is self-evident.

The Netherworld is extremely dangerous, and Li Yuan's journey alone is already difficult. If Wan Zhuliu can also break free, even if there is only a slight possibility, he will not feel at ease.

Li Yuan was silent, this was also the purpose of his coming to find Pang Wenlong.

He still has the Five Great Dao Sects here, and Pang Wenlong can borrow their strength. If he leaves here, he may have to face Wan Zhuliu who has broken through the Divine Palace Realm alone.

"As Li Yuan said, Wan Zhuliu is now under the protection of the Bafang Temple. If we want to kill him, we must force him out!"

Long Xixiang put down his teacup and looked at Pang Wenlong:

"Break through the capital of the gods and capture and kill Emperor Gan. We are not afraid that he will not come out!"

"That's right!"

Nie Xianshan agreed, and the Pure Yang Sword on his back trembled like a dragon's roar, and he was eager to try.

Long Yingchan pinched his long eyebrows and said nothing.

Wan Zhuliu must die!

In the courtyard, Li Yuan didn't say much, and the few people reached a consensus.

In fact, he was not surprised.

As early as three years ago, Pang Wenlong intended to integrate the temple and the world, and use the power of the world to overcome the upcoming disaster of the sun, but he originally wanted to wait until he left before launching it.

Now, it's just ahead of schedule.

"It's easy to destroy the Divine Capital, and it's not difficult to capture Emperor Gan, but this may not force Wan Zhuliu out."

At this time, Long Yingchan, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. He pinched his two long white eyebrows, and his expression was quite solemn:

"Have you forgotten the God-peeking Festival in the Divine Capital before?"

"Hmm?"

Long Xixiang frowned.

"This..."

Nie Xianshan also frowned, but suddenly looked at Li Yuan:

"Could it be that in the future revealed by the God-peeking Festival, Li assassinated Emperor Gan just to force Wan Zhuliu out?"

"It's not impossible?"

Li Yuan was slightly startled, and felt that it was unlikely.

After all, in the future predicted by the God-peeking Festival, Wan Zhuliu did not burn his life so radically, so even if he broke through the Divine Palace realm, he would never be rated as "excellent" by the Eight Directions Temple.

"How can a small sacrifice give us a glimpse of the future?"

Pang Wenlong waved his hand. He didn't care about the sacrifice. He just looked at Long Yingchan:

"What if it's up to you?"

Long Yingchan didn't hesitate and answered: "Wait!"

"Wait?"

Pang Wenlong was startled at first, then he understood. He looked at Long Yingchan with a little more appreciation.

"Wait for what?"

Old Taoist Nie frowned: "At this time, why are you still playing dumb?"

"..."

Long Yingchan relaxed his brows:

"Now, it's not just us who are anxious! Wan Zhuliu, the court, or those two old ghosts may be much more anxious than us!"

While speaking, he glanced at Li Yuan, who seemed to be thinking about something and obviously understood what he meant.

"Wan Zhuliu spent most of his life to cleanse his blood, break through the Divine Palace, and get an excellent evaluation in the Eight Directions Temple. He also joined forces with the Thousand Eyes Dharma Master to seize Qi Benchu, the 'reincarnation of the Eight Directions Temple wonder'.

If it weren't for Li Xiaozi's prediction, and if he had gathered all the forms and changed his bones, then Wan Zhuliu would at least be qualified to fight with the same level this time..."

Pang Wenlong explained, and his admiration for Long Yingchan was inevitably increased. It felt like he had a counselor by his side when he was fighting for the world in the past.

"What do you mean?"

Long Xixiang seemed to be thinking.

"The court paid such a huge price, and it is only one step away from snatching the identity of the temple founder. But Wan Zhuliu is not going to live long.

If it were you, what would you do?"

Long Yingchan let go of his long eyebrows, but he said this while looking at Li Yuan.

"...Kill me."

Li Yuan sighed. He naturally understood what Taoist Long meant. He subconsciously sensed the various divine weapons shining in the weapon-controlling scroll, and then said:

"How to fish... ahem, how to do it, just tell me."

...

...

Woo~

The light curtains interweave, reflecting the various scenes in the Eight Directions Temple.

From Wan Zhuliu entering the temple, the inscriptions appearing, the fighting arena shattered...

"Li Yuan!"

Looking at the young Taoist who disappeared in the light curtain, Emperor Gan's face was extremely gloomy, and the people watching the battle around him were all silent, but when they looked at each other with their peripheral vision, they also showed some horror.

It is extremely difficult to exchange blood and attack the master, but no one expected that a strong man like King Zhenwu would be defeated by a hammer.

When the fighting arena in the light curtain was shattered, even Wu Yingxing's heart trembled, and he lost his voice for a while, and almost dared not look at Emperor Gan's face.

It was not until Li Yuan left with a wave of his sleeves and Wan Zhuliu was led to the top of the mountain that the heavy atmosphere eased and everyone dared to look at Emperor Gan's gloomy face.

"Three strange stones? You can enter the temple after winning three times at the same level..."

Looking at the ten strange stones flashing with divine light in the light curtain, Emperor Gan's face looked a little better, but he still felt depressed.

When Wan Zhuliu was defeated in the arena, he felt like he was hit in the face by a sledgehammer. He was in a trance for a long time. When he saw that the situation had improved and Wan Zhuliu seemed to have entered the eyes of the sitting door puppet Dong Twenty-three, the big stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground.

But...

"If it weren't for the two old guys who went wrong, the overall situation would have been decided by now!"

Holding the unresponsive bronze mirror in his sleeve robe, Emperor Qian let out a long breath, his eyes never leaving the light screen in front of him, his thoughts diverging, anger, worry, and murderous intent surging:

"Although Zhuliu is strong, there is no ordinary person who can climb Bafang Mountain. If you want to win all three battles, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter that small temple directly..."

"Although Li Yuan is young, he has only just entered Taoism. He can no longer win by climbing up the ranks. Those who have climbed to the top are probably much stronger..."

"This puppet doesn't seem to be leaning towards Li Yuan, but it's almost impossible for Zhuliu to completely replace him... only..."

Suppressing the distracting thoughts surging in his heart, Emperor Qian glanced at everyone present, Shen Qisheng, Wang Jin, Wu Yingxing... a trace of worry flashed in his eyes:

"If we want to kill Li Yuan and others, we have to fall on those two old guys..."

boom!

A huge roar echoed from the light curtain.

Emperor Qian suddenly woke up, only to see a dazzling blue light, and hammer shadows all over the sky, like a meteor shower falling from the sky, submerging the long river of sword light that was surging like a dragon.

"What?!"

Emperor Qian's expression changed, and so did Wu Yingxing and others' expressions.

Those who could watch the battle here were all long-standing masters and great masters. The moment the shadow of the hammer appeared, they had already noticed something was wrong.

Just like in the fighting arena, the young Taoist's hammer shadow made them all feel an overwhelming pressure. In the light screen, Wan Zhuliu, who was drawing his sword with all his strength, fell into an absolute disadvantage in an instant!

A fight at the same level, but it was so violent? !

boom!

Boom!

The people watching the battle from a distance behind the light screen had their hearts beating like drums and their mouths were dry. Wan Zhuliu, who was the first to bear the brunt, instantly felt the indescribable and huge oppression.

This oppression is even stronger than before in the competition arena!

In the previous battle, his realm and senses were suppressed at the blood exchange level, but at this moment, he has entered the Taoist body, and his feelings are much stronger than before.

"Can't stop it, can't avoid it..."

Almost the same thought arose in his heart. Wan Zhuliu's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then strong anger and fighting spirit burst out in his heart.

You want to beat me in a fight at the same level? !

"hold head high!"

Feeling frightened and angry, Wan Zhuliu stood up from the ground. The true aura was like ink, infecting the green true energy that filled the surrounding areas. His body shape flowed around and merged with the light of the sword.

It transformed into an ink-colored dragon, facing the overwhelming hammer shadow, and let out an earth-shattering dragon roar!

…

Buzz~

On the top of the Bafang Mountains, divine lights interweave.

Pieces of strange rocks stand in the air, rising and falling.

Sitting cross-legged, Dong Ersan closed his eyes and meditated. He was not interested in the battle among the strange rocks. Neither Li Yuan nor Wan Zhuliu cared about him.

In the long years, he has seen too many outstanding people.

On the other hand, the strange human-headed bird is very active. It flaps its wings and circles around the strange stone forest, but it can only see a faint light and cannot see the fighting inside.

The rules of Bafang Temple are strict, not only for those who enter the temple, but also for the spirit puppets.

It can only monitor the Taoist Tower, and its responsibility is only to select and train Taoist soldiers. It is far inferior to other spirit puppets who have lost their hearts and become silent, let alone Dong Twenty-three.

But it wanted to see it, and Dong Twenty-san had no intention of watching it. Before the Bafang Temple really opened, he didn't want to waste the heart of this spiritual puppet.

The strange human-headed bird still couldn't hold it back:

"Master Twenty-Third, what do you think of the outcome?"

"Li Yuan."

"I think it's Li... huh?"

The human-headed strange bird was startled, and suddenly turned back to look at Dong Twenty-san who slowly opened his eyes: "Do you also think Li Yuan can win?"

"The distance between the stars and the gods and demons seems to be just a talent gap at one level. In fact, the gap at this level is very, very big..."

Dong Twenty-three glanced at it: "Your spirit puppet's heart has been severely damaged, and you don't even remember these things."

"Well."

The human-headed monster smiled.

"There are countless races in the universe and the sea of ​​​​Eternal Sands and Stars. Among these endless lives, there are some people who are born or have some other physiques that ordinary people cannot imagine..."

"The divine body, the demonic body, the holy body...this is a physique that is born in line with a certain law of heaven and earth. In a sense, this is the true pride of heaven..."

Dong Ersan was a little helpless, but still explained:

"Those with this kind of physique may not necessarily be endowed with a god-demon level, but those with a god-demon level endowment must have a certain kind of physique."

"I see."

The strange human-headed bird was a little surprised and curious: "Then what is Li Yuan's physique?"

"He's a little weird."

Dong Twenty-san frowned slightly: "God-demonic endowments must have some kind of physique, but the Wanyuan Illuminating God Realm has not shown it..."

"The Wanyuan Zhaoshen Realm didn't even show up?"

The strange human-headed bird was slightly frightened. Although the broken mirror was badly broken, it wasn't like it couldn't even take a good picture of a Taoist boy, right?

"So, weird."

Suddenly, Dong Twenty-san raised his brows, and the divine light on the mountain suddenly burned brightly, and a huge roar resounded throughout the world at the same time.

A figure danced wildly, coughing blood and flying backwards.

"So fast?"