Chapter 288 Long Yingchan

Chapter 288 Long Yingchan

Chapter 288 Long Yingchan

"Eight-Direction Temple..."

The Taoist holding the black chess piece followed the old monk's gaze and saw a sea of ​​clouds surging and a howling wind. As far as the eye could see, there were only four huge suns hanging high in the sky, shining brightly, as if they had never changed.

When mentioning this, Nie Xianshan felt a little touched.

The Bafang Temple only exists in legends. It is said that it has only appeared a few times in thousands of years. Each time it appeared, it would bring about shocks to the heaven and earth, and would also create countless opportunities.

From ancient times to the present, the only few "Supreme Grand Masters" are all related to the Bafang Temple.

What he cared about most was the magical weapons. According to legend, the twelve magical weapons of heaven were all related to the Bafang Temple.

"I heard that Emperor Qian once entered the Eight Directions Temple and found the Sea-Suppressing Black Turtle Shell there?"

Nie Xianshan was undecided.

"Shen Qisheng is not someone who can be easily deceived. Since he has joined the imperial court, I'm afraid it's probably true."

The old monk urged him to make his move, then retracted his gaze with a subtle look: "The spirit turtle on the coast of the East China Sea might have come from the Bafang Temple."

"That spirit turtle..."

Nie Xianshan's face was full of disgust: "That evil beast is more difficult to deal with than those beast gods, but I don't know how it got to know the Evil God Cult. It's really..."

"It's nothing more than a sacrifice."

Long Yingchan pinched his two white eyebrows that hung down to his chin:
"Come to think of it, the ten-year agreement that the spirit turtle made with us has only been in place for these few years."

"About three years."

Nie Xianshan added.

The spirit turtle carrying the palace fell from the sky to the shore of the East China Sea eight years ago. The whole world was shocked at that time, and all the masters from the five major Taoist sects and the imperial court flocked to the scene.

After many fierce battles, the spirit turtle was finally defeated, but the strength of its spiritual armor was almost as strong as that of the Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldiers. The crowd was unable to do anything to it, and finally made a ten-year agreement.

"It's just after the martial arts performance, so the timing is good."

Long Yingchan nodded: "Whether the spirit turtle is there or not, we have to go there at that time."

"Xinglie should have gathered all the Hundred Forms. If he can cultivate 'Wind Tiger Cloud Dragon' to the sixth level in the next few years, he may be able to surpass all the heroes."

Nie Xianshan stroked his long beard, and he was obsessed with the spirit turtle the most.

There was something in the palace on the back of the evil beast that attracted him greatly, but the spirit turtle was too powerful and would never allow any master-level expert to step on its back.

"Disaster."

Long Yingchan casually dropped a chess piece, strangling the black dragon on the chessboard, and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Xinglie's talent is not bad, but he is not unrivaled in the world. He is still young and it is difficult for him to defeat all the heroes in the world. Even with the help of Wenhua and others, I am afraid it will not work."

"Why bother suppressing it? The palace on the turtle's back stretches for more than ten miles, and I guess there are a lot of good things there."

Nie Xianshan frowned. He had no chance of winning on the chessboard. "Come to think of it, that elephant did have a good disciple. His talent is so great, it's a bit of a waste to give him to others."

Long Yingchan frowned slightly and said nothing.

"He is too obsessed. He knows he cannot defeat Wan Zhuliu, so he places his hopes on his disciples..."

Nie Xianshan sighed:
"That's Wan Zhuliu. How many people in history can beat him?"

"Just follow him."

Long Yingchan dropped another move: "Don't fight with him for Li Yuan, or he might fight you to death."

“It’s just a pity.”

Nie Xianshan waved his hand and coughed again: "But after returning to the mountain this time, I will choose one person from the sect as my disciple. No matter who it is, you are not allowed to refuse."

"Oh?"

Long Yingchan raised his white eyebrows, naturally knowing what he was talking about: "You dare to want the master of Xuanbing?"

"Why not? I just don't believe that anyone can kill me!"

Nie Xianshan snorted coldly.

He never believed that the Lord of Xuanbing could defeat the family, the master, and the sect.

"That's up to you."

Long Yingchan didn't care much about it.

Nie Xianshan gave up and admitted defeat, his eyes sparkling:

"Brother, after returning to the mountain this time, I will prepare to train my weapons."

"Have you gathered enough materials?"

Long Yingchan's expression changed slightly.

The Longhu Temple has been passed down for more than two thousand years, and there have been many masters and grand masters in every generation. Although the magic weapons are rare, there are still quite a few accumulated over the long years.

It’s just that the magic weapons are spiritual and will choose their masters by themselves. It is difficult for warriors who have not entered the Tao to recognize their masters unless they are extremely talented and have a compatible nature.

But for the Grandmaster, the threshold is much lower. Among all the Grandmasters in the world, there are only a few who have not had their magic weapons recognized as their masters.

Nie Xianshan is one of them.

"enough."

Nie Xianshan gritted his teeth.

This was a grudge that had been pent up in his heart for decades.

To this end, he traveled all year round, shuttling through many dangerous places and even went out to sea many times, all in order to gather the natural materials and treasures to build his magic weapon.

"You are asking for a lot, but there may not be anyone who dares to take on your job."

Long Yingchan was not optimistic, but he also knew how deep Nie Xianshan's obsession was:
"Well, to be on the safe side, let's invite a few more master craftsmen to discuss first before we start."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Nie Xianshan's brows relaxed.

"Wow!"

At this moment, the golden eagle suddenly let out a long cry that resounded through the sky.

Long Yingchan lowered his eyes and his sight seemed to penetrate through the sky ten thousand meters high. He saw a huge city surrounded by mountains and water on three sides.

He took a look and then chuckled:

"Not timid."

……

Hengshan City.

As the New Year approaches, the city becomes increasingly lively.

Although there is no New Year's fair in Hengshan City, business is at its busiest around the end of the year, and all the restaurants and teahouses are packed.

"It's said to be late, but it happened quickly. With a loud thunder, Yuan Qing Zhenren came from the air, pointing his sword at the snake demon Taoist...

Yuan Qing Zhenren is truly a man of natural talent. Although he has not yet opened up his meridians, he was able to defeat the snake demon Taoist priest whose true qi had penetrated his internal organs and bones with just his form-changing martial arts, and in one battle, he became famous all over the world!"

From a small tavern, the rhythmic voice of a storyteller was heard, telling the story of Yuan Qing.

There were many drinkers in the pub, some were drinking, while others were listening to storytelling.

"Tsk."

In the corner, Lin Chonghu shook his wine glass: "The storytellers' words are often exaggerated, but the deeds of this Yuan Qing Zhenren are indeed full of ups and downs." The martial arts world described by the storyteller is thrilling, as if the masters grew out of the ground and can never be killed.

But in fact, most warriors will not take action unless they have a chance of winning. There are many cases of people killing people by opening their meridians and changing their forms, but the opposite is true very rarely.

Not to mention changing form, killing, and refining marrow? This is not rare, at least there have been only a few in the past two hundred years.

"The reason why the story of Yuan Qing has spread so widely is that it is attractive enough."

Fang Chaotong put down his wine glass and ate and drank slowly. While he was talking, he communicated with his voice:

"Is there any news in Longhu Temple?"

"That monk Dou Yue is really a big shot. Chu Xuankong has been dead for almost half a month before the news spread. All his disciples and maids were detained and interrogated..."

Lin Chonghu looked solemn. He didn't want to come to Hengshan City at all.

Even if Long Yingchan brought a group of elders down the mountain and the sect was empty, how terrifying was the foundation of Dao Sect?
"How did you die?"

Fang Chaotong looked calm, as if he had expected this.

"It is said that he was assassinated outside the house. There is really no information about the details."

Lin Chonghu put down his wine glass. When he heard the news, he hurried over to report it. He really wanted to retreat immediately.

"The inner gate of Longhu is covered by the health furnace. With Long Xixiang and Helian Feng in charge, which assassin would dare to go there?"

Fang Chaotong sneered.

The assassin who killed Chu Xuankong must have come from Longhu Temple.

Lin Chonghu thought so in his heart, but he didn't care. He just frowned and said, "It doesn't matter who killed Chu Xuankong. Guardian, we should leave quickly."

"Since the Thousand Spirits Stele has entered the Dragon and Tiger Temple, it must have saved someone. If Chu Xuankong is dead, there must be another person. What's the problem?"

Fang Chaotong turned the wine glass and said with a half-smile: "You don't think that I gave away the Thousand Spiritual Stele just to convert Chu Xuankong to the sect, do you?"

"ceremony?!"

Lin Chonghu's face changed, his scalp tingled: "Protector, you must not do this!"

He was so shocked that he almost cried out, but when he saw Fang Chaotong's red eyes, he felt a chill in his heart.

"I have prepared the sacrifice and will start it tonight. I want to see where Li Yuanba is hiding..."

Fang Chaotong's voice suddenly stopped.

Lin Chonghu raised his head and the tavern suddenly became dark. It was a tall and burly monk.

He was wearing a cassock and had a bronze complexion. Standing at the door of the tavern, he blocked the light like a wall.

"Master Dou Yue!"

Someone in the tavern exclaimed, and then it became quiet.

Some people looked around and saw that more people had quietly retreated. Some rushed to the back door, some broke out through the window, and some even broke through the wall and fled in a panic.

On the street, merchants and pedestrians saw this and dispersed, young and old, all of them were very skilled.

"Fang Chaotong!"

At the gate, Dou Yue's eyes narrowed and he looked towards the corner: "You are very brave to come to Hengshan City!"

"Speaking of courage, you are the most courageous. You dare to speak to me like this!"

Fang Chaotong drank the wine in his glass slowly. Lin Chonghu had already stood up as if facing a great enemy. He looked around and felt a little cold in his heart.

A swordsman in gray was staring at him through the window.

Apart from these two people, there are at least ten marrow-refining warriors on this street and outside the tavern!
boom!
The wine glass in Fang Chaotong's hand fell, and there was a deafening explosion:
"Are you worthy enough to fight with this old man?"

Boom!

In just a moment, the five-story tavern trembled and collapsed.

"Where is Long Xixiang?!"

Fang Chaotong stood up, with streams of true energy circling around his body, sweeping away large pieces of fallen wood, stone and tiles, and his long roar reached the sky.

People also flew into the sky.

"Roar!"

Like thunder coming out of the mountains.

As he soared into the sky, Fang Chaotong's shriveled and thin body instantly expanded to more than ten feet away, and his muscles and bones bulged as if they had exploded.

He worshipped the Four Vajras of flesh, blood, tendons and bones, and his physique had already reached an incredible level of strength. With a long roar, half of Hengshan City was alarmed!
"Divine Armor!"

On the long street, Dou Yue's heart was shocked, but his movements were not slow at all. He stepped forward and the whole street trembled.

Then, he also soared into the sky.

"hold head high!"

True Qi gushed out, and the cassock Dou Yue was wearing also glowed with golden light, emitting a dragon's roar that echoed throughout the city.

"Damn, they all have divine armor!"

On the other side, Han Tong drew his sword and slashed at Lin Chonghu who was trying to escape. He cursed in his heart, but couldn't help but envy him.

Divine weapons are rare, and divine armor is even rarer. Seeing two of them now, he felt a little jealous.

"Fuck your mother!"

Lin Chonghu, dodging in a panic and with his heart pounding like thunder, was already cursing loudly.

Not to mention that he had barely undergone a blood transfusion, even if he had completed the blood transfusion, how could he possibly defeat Han Tong?
boom!
There was a loud collision sound in the air.

The people in the nearby city were all horrified and scattered. The brave ones looked up at the sky and saw a golden dragon roaring and swinging its tail, colliding with a ferocious and vicious "King Kong" in the air.

In just a moment, the shadow of the blue dragon dimmed, and Monk Dou Yue felt a black screen before his eyes. He was shot down and crashed into the tavern that had already become ruins.

"Good boy, you can survive my attack? I won't let you go!"

The blue dragon was knocked down by one blow, and murderous intent surged in Fang Chaotong's heart. As his words echoed, he had already struck towards Monk Dou Yue with one palm, and also covered the other masters who came to help.

He was filled with murderous intent. Even when he had completed his blood transfusion, he couldn't possibly withstand a blow from a master, let alone a master wearing divine armor?
hum!
But before the palm strike landed, his heart trembled and a chill suddenly descended upon him, as if to freeze him to death.

He saw the white light shooting from a distance, but this danger could not possibly come from Long Xixiang who had been seriously injured for decades...

"what!"

Lin Chonghu screamed and was knocked to the ground by Han Tong. He lay on his back with his face pale.

At this time, Fang Chaotong, who was sitting on a restaurant, also raised his head.

hum!
A huge buzzing sound spread over hundreds of miles.

At the main peak of Longmen, in the small fenced courtyard, Li Yuan, startled by Long Xixiang's aura, looked up in astonishment.

I saw clouds and mists rolling like tides and seas above Hengshan City, as if a majestic dragon's eyes flashed by, and its claws pressed down, with wind and clouds following.

"Blue Dragon Claw!"

Looking at the dragon claw coming down from top to bottom, Li Yuan's mind went blank.

In a trance, he seemed to see an ancient celestial dragon flying in the sea of ​​clouds. A casual move of its claws was beyond any martial arts skills.

He reached out from a distance, as if he wanted to grab the entire Hengshan City!

(End of this chapter)