The Great Tao Chronicle

Chapter 373 The Goddess Statue that Disappeared in the Dao Sect of All Heavens Chapter 373 Is he? ! Liangzhou is located in the borderland of Daqing. There are many mountains and rivers in the territory, but there are no famous mountains and rivers, and few people practice here.

After all, three thousand miles north of Liangzhou is the Mingchuan Mountains that stretch for tens of thousands of miles. Although there are many wild beasts and many monsters, the place where the spiritual energy gathers is far from comparable to Liangzhou.

Most of the monks with a little bit of means went to the Mingchuan Mountains to open up a cave.

It's just that Liangzhou is a big state, and there are monks who open up caves here.

The Golden Bell Tower is one of them.

Jinzhong Tower is located in Jinzhong Mountain, 300 miles away from Ding'an County. As a local sect of Liangzhou, it has been here for many years.

It's just that there is a formation outside the sect's station, even if there are hunters who enter by chance, and most of the mountain people come out after a few circles, so although there has always been a legend of immortals in Jinzhong Mountain, no one has really found it.

"Cough cough!"

Between the mountains, there was a sound of coughing from a wooden building.

Daoist Changlin woke up from the retreat and walked out of the retreat.

Every time he took a step, he coughed, and at the same time, a cloud of Yin Qi was coughed out by him. When he walked out of the wooden building, he had already coughed more than a hundred times, and his voice became a little hoarse.

"Master, are you alright?"

Outside the wooden building, the Mingxin little Taoist boy who was sitting cross-legged on the lawn and studying the Taoist book raised his head.

Looking at Daoist Changlin's pale face without shadows, he breathed a sigh of relief.

During the trip to the Yinsi Tavern, Daoist Changlin almost died in the underworld, and he fled all the way out in a panic, and only barely survived after taking the secret elixir of the Golden Bell Tower.

It took several months of training before he regained his vitality.

"It's okay? It's a big deal!"

The Taoist Changlin sighed with a sad face:

"Netherworld is really not easy to break into, and all the magic tools left by the ancestor are all placed in it."

His deadline was approaching, and although he was lucky to escape this trip to the underworld, he didn't have a few years to live.

Moreover, most of the instruments left by the ancestors of the past dynasties were built inside.

It can be said to be blood loss.

And he still had a doubt in his mind.

That is, he is clearly about to be buried in the mouth of that ghost old ghost, why did the old ghost suddenly retreat?

No, not retreating, but madly fleeing.

It was like seeing the most terrifying sight in the world.

"It's fine if you're okay, it's just a ghost, don't go there in the future."

Mingxin Daotong issued a Taoist book and comforted him.

He was also apprehensive.

That night, when he saw the Daoist Changlin who fled back, he was terrified. This old Daoist was almost eroded by the evil spirit and almost turned into a ghost.

"I want to go, but there is no way."

Daoist Changlin took a few steps forward, and also squatted on the lawn with a sad expression on his face.

Nether did not go there when he wanted to. He paid a lot of money to ask Tianji Zhenren to do the math, and then waited for many years before he arrived at the Yinsi Tavern, the gateway to the Nether.

This time he didn't succeed, he just wanted to go and couldn't go.

Mingxin Daotong stopped talking.

At his age at this time, he could not understand the fear of death, and the great terror between life and death, he could not understand at this time.

"Forget it, people have their fate in death, and cultivation is in the sky, and the fruit cannot be forced."

Daoist Changlin stopped thinking about other things, looked at Daotong Mingxin, and said:

"After this time, my lifespan will be about nine years. During the nine years, I will teach you and me all the magic of the Golden Bell Tower. You need to study it carefully."

"Master"

Ming Xindao's childish heart trembled, this was to arrange the funeral.

"My Golden Bell Tower has never passed on many disciples. Before you, I had three disciples as my teacher, but two died a long time ago. The rest, your three senior brothers, should be in Qingdu City."

The Daoist Changlin spoke slowly.

The Golden Bell Tower, or in other words, the world's cultivation sects are rarely opened up.

One is that for any practitioner, his own practice is much more important than guiding his disciples, and the other is that it is not allowed.

Limited resources for cultivation and too many disciples will only divert the luck of the sect.

He only had four apprentices in his life, and that's all, a few died. Of course, this is referring to the direct descendants, the medicine refiners, the medicine collectors, and some Dharma protectors.

The maintenance of the golden bell tower, the collection of medicines, and the daily needs, thousands of people circle around their master and apprentice.

"Senior Brother Three? Haven't heard of you before?"

Mingxin Xiaodaotong was a little surprised.

"There is only one evil barrier, it is useless to say it. This beast was confused by the Tathagata Academy and stole the nine stoves left by the ancestor of this sect. Both of your brothers were killed by him!"

Daoist Changlin's face was gloomy for a moment:

"You must remember that after this **** entered the Tathagata Academy, it was called virtue. If you see him in the future, you must be careful, and then be careful!"

"Virtue?"

Mingxin Daotong silently memorized the name.

"Don't think about revenge, that beast is said to have achieved his destiny, and you will not be his opponent."

Daoist Changlin waved his hands in dismay:

"This time, I'm sorry for the teacher, and I lost all the magic tools that should have been passed on to you. After I die, you can close the mountain!

Relying on the formation of the nearby mountains, even the little real people who have entered the Dao may not be able to attack. You have to cultivate carefully, and there are no shortage of cultivation resources in the mountains.

"Master, Master!"

Mingxin Daotong jumped up, his voice was a little sharp: "Broken, broken!"

"What's the surprise? What's broken?"

Daoist Changlin frowned and turned his head to look.

As soon as he opened, he suddenly jumped three feet high, and his hair and beard were all stretched out:

"Me, my great formation!!!"

I saw that the clouds surrounding the Golden Bell Tower suddenly began to dissipate, and outside, dozens of mountains of different heights that should have existed, actually swayed at this moment!

boom!

Boom!

Mountains swayed, the ground cracked, and dust spread in waves.

"me"

Daoist Changlin shook his body and exhaled a turbid breath: "Bold monster, how dare you move my mountains and rivers and break my great formation!"

All mountain-protecting formations are rooted in the context of the earth, coinciding with the stars of the heavens and the heavens, and the qi of the heavens and the earth.

His Golden Bell Tower's mountain protection formation is no exception. If you want to break the formation, you have to shake it hard, and it must be broken if it is a real person, but he has never seen a mountain that directly moves.

Exploded!

Daoist Changlin suddenly stepped into the air, drumming up his mana and letting out a thunderous roar!

"Don't stop!"

A roar, emptying the waves, actually suppressed the sound of the mountains and rivers shaking outside.

"Who?"

Amidst the roar of the mountains, a middle-aged man in a city **** costume looked up.

When he saw Daoist Changlin, his complexion changed slightly, and then he said:

"It turns out that it is Changlin Daoist, the little **** is polite here!"

As one of the few little real people in Liangzhou who entered the Dao, of course he would not fail to recognize it, and he was naturally prepared for this.

"City God?"

Feeling the scent of incense on the person who came, Daoist Changlin's anger subsided a little, but his voice was still extremely cold: "Why did this city **** move the mountains and rivers to break my great formation?"

"Real people don't be impatient."

That Chenghuang bowed his body and cupped his hands: "I am here to move the mountains at the order of Sun Chenghuang, but I am not trying to offend the real people. At this moment, shaking the mountains is not to break the real people's great formation, but to remove a few of them."

While this City God was talking, there were also City Gods appearing on many other mountain peaks.

I am afraid there are as many as dozens of city gods.

Daoist Changlin just swept away, his heart was shocked, what happened, so many city gods came.

"If you want to move the mountain of poverty, you should say hello first, right?"

Daoist Changlin's tone slowed down a little, but he didn't give in an inch:

"It would be too much to move the mountain in front of my door without saying a word!"

He has been in the Dao for many years, and his magic power is combined with the earth and the heaven.

After all, the strength of these city gods dropped by more than half as soon as they came out of their respective cities.

But the Yinsi City God's power is too huge, and his lifespan is not long, so he doesn't want to offend Taidie.

The city **** was stunned for a while, before he cupped his hands and said, "I waited to send a greeting card, did the real person never see it?"

"Master, Master!"

On the mountain, Mingxin Xiaodaotong waved his hands and relied on the pilgrimage.

"Ok?"

Daoist Changlin glanced at the post, and his face softened: "But I didn't see it. It's just that you want to move mountains, but you can't break the illusion of my great formation."

"Real people don't have to worry."

A city **** smiled: "Although we have the blessings of incense and incense from all the people, and we have ghosts to rely on, it is impossible to remove so many peaks. I am waiting to shake the earth's veins, just to take three of the peaks, and it will never be destroyed. A real mountain guard formation!"

It is more difficult to move mountains than to destroy them.

"So, all of you will listen to your honor."

Changlin Daoist no longer stopped.

After all, his life span is approaching, if he offends these city gods, his disciple is afraid that it will be difficult for him to bear the karma.

It's just that curiosity arose in my heart. It is quite difficult to move mountains. Even the Zhucheng God has to pay a considerable price. Who would move mountains and play when they have nothing to do?

What do they want to do?

"So, thank you for being accommodating!"

Many city gods bowed their hands together, and then let out a long howl at the same time:

"Mountains move, the geology rolls, I obey the order of the gods of three mountains and nine mountains"

"Move mountains!"

The atmosphere of incense between heaven and earth suddenly became rich, and it was like being in a temple full of incense.

boom!

boom!

In the midst of the shaking of the earth and the mountains, three of the peaks suddenly rose from the ground, shrouded in the power of incense from dozens of city gods.

Ripples appeared in the void, and the incense world rooted in the Nether flashed, swallowing the three peaks into it.

"So, goodbye to real people!"

Many of the City Gods breathed a sigh of relief, but some of them were sweating profusely~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but looked relaxed.

Say goodbye to Daoist Changlin and leave.

Zhuchenghuang left one by one, and Daoist Changlin was curious but became more and more intense, and immediately ordered his disciples to guard the mountain gate and not go out.

After slightly sensing for a moment, he broke through the air and left.

Walking into the air, Daoist Changlin became more and more frightened in his heart. In his feelings, the air of incense permeated all over the world, and he was able to perceive the fluctuations of many mountains and rivers.

There are probably far more than three mountains that these city gods have moved.

"What is this for?"

Daoist Changlin was shocked in his heart, and pursued thousands of miles along the many places where the leylines fluctuated.

When the night fell on the earth, he stopped in mid-air, looked into the distance, and his body suddenly shook:

"It's him?!"