Chapter 341: The Strong Winds and the Sky-Escape Boat
Chapter 341: The Strong Winds and the Sky-Escape Boat
How could it be so fast? !
On the roof, the little tiger was furious.
She witnessed Li Yuan's battle last night with her own eyes, so she naturally expected him to draw his sword.
But the scene before her really made her feel terrified.
Wan Zhuliu's Demon-Subduing Sword Technique is a supreme sword technique honed through countless fierce battles. It is unrivaled in the world and almost no one can break it.
Even if it is just one blow, at the Tongmai level, it would be extremely difficult to resist or break it.
In her expectation, she would have to train him patiently, wait for him to achieve perfection in Tian Yijiu's cultivation, and after he had mastered several unique skills such as Long Chan Diamond Sutra, she would go through countless fierce battles to find an opportunity for them to die together.
"It's only midnight, midnight..."
The little tiger cub murmured in his heart.
She tried her best to imagine, but couldn't understand how this boy could break the first sword of the Demon Subduing Technique in just half a day.
Outside the small temple, Li Yuan turned around and glanced at the stupid cat with its fur standing on the roof:
"What is that stupid cat staring at?"
Master Li Dao was in a good mood. He took a casual glance, then turned back and began to feel the vibrations coming from the small temple.
"Master Long's reaction is really quick... No, this old and disrespectful person must be spying on me."
Wisps of mist enveloped the small temple. Li Yuan reached out to touch it, only to feel it like gauze, blocking his view.
But through the thin veil, he could still feel the aura emanating from the small temple. It was very strong and even the clouds could not completely block it.
Through the mist, he could see white light in the small temple, surging up into the sky. In the clouds, it turned into a series of blurry and unclear pictures.
"The health furnace has so many uses."
The distance was so close that even as the white light spread and surged, the light and shadow flickered right above his head, and Li Yuan could not see clearly. The mist came from the health-preserving furnace. It looked like a thin layer, but it actually had a strong concealing power.
However, he just muttered it in his mind, and with a change of mind, he had already taken control of a number of items that enhanced his spiritual power, including the [Divine Fire Bone Tempering Ring (Fifth Level)].
As time went by, his collection of items became richer and he gradually formed several different sets of control combinations.
When practicing, fighting, or forging iron, he would change the corresponding palm-control combination. Although the eternal talent was a huge blessing, he would not reject faster.
With the help of this set of 'mental power control combination', his vision suddenly became clear.
Under the clouds, white light shot up into the sky, and its spread was not limited to this small temple. Looking from a distance, Li Yuan was a little frightened:
"Is this probably ten miles in radius? No wonder Long Dao wanted to cover it up. The noise is too loud!"
Huhu~
Not only did Li Yuan see it, he also heard the sound.
The paintings either overlap or exist independently, and include raging waves, waterfalls, miasma-filled mountains and forests, and deep valleys filled with thunder.
He even saw the Cold Pond and Fire Valley in the Divine Weapon Valley.
The scenes are numerous and never repetitive. The only thing in common is that in every painting, there is a pure white dragon and a six-tusked old elephant.
"This is Jing?"
Li Yuan's heart moved.
He had previously asked the bronze tower master about the Grandmaster and spiritual phenomena, and the latter had mentioned the word "scenery", or rather, "wonderful sight".
The change of form before entering the Tao and the spiritual appearance after entering the Tao, this is the essence of martial arts.
The nurturing and growth of the spiritual form requires the tempering of "wonders". In the words of the bronze tower master, it is "to take the combination of changes in form as the root, absorb the energy of the heavenly Gang and the earthly evil, and transform it into a spiritual form."
hum~
When Li Yuan changed his mind, he heard a buzzing sound in the air, and then the dragon and the elephant suddenly walked out from the scroll.
hum!
Suddenly, there was a bright white light.
"……Depend on!"
Li Yuan was caught off guard. He felt his eyes turn red and tears immediately flowed out.
When he rubbed his eyes and looked again, he saw white light flowing back like a tide, covering up all the pictures. Only the roar of the old Canglong elephant could be faintly heard.
Within the white light, it seemed as if it had turned into a battlefield, with violent collisions and fighting taking place.
Li Yuan looked intently, but could not see anything. He could only pray in his heart: "Old Dragon Head, please give me some strength."
……
Click, click, click!
On top of the solitary mountain, beneath the green pines, Long Xixiang sat cross-legged. In front and behind him, the entire divine realm was collapsing and shattering.
The terrifying energy collided and tore at each other, and pieces of "wonders" appeared and were destroyed again, outlining a picture of destruction.
"hold head high!"
The blue dragon roared angrily and the old elephant stamped its feet, shuttling across the earth and the sky.
Under the green pine, Long Yingchan had a solemn expression, but he could not participate in the scene of breaking the Tiangang, and could only transfer true Qi to Long Xixiang.
"call!"
At a certain moment, the strong wind in the divine realm stopped, and under the green pines, Long Xixiang stood up.
Originally he looked shriveled and old in the divine realm, which was a reflection of the severe damage suffered by his divine will, but at this moment, he was radiating vigorous vitality and became visibly younger.
But he had no time to observe carefully. He mounted the old elephant in one stride, opened his five fingers to grab the blue dragon, and rushed towards the picture of destruction composed of all kinds of wonders.
Boom!
In an instant, there seemed to be thousands of collisions.
Long Xixiang's figure disappeared in the energy, and Long Yingchan concentrated his mind highly.
At the place of collision, the qi expanded and compressed the surrounding air to form high-pressure air waves that spread violently, and the void became hazy for a while.
The thousand-foot-long divine sword gradually dimmed and turned into a black dragon that disappeared into nothingness.
……
In a wooden corridor, a pretty girl with silver hair and golden vertical lines between her eyebrows tiptoed to the end, carefully looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then pushed open the door at the end.
"Squeak~"
The slight sound of the door being pushed open startled the girl. She looked around subconsciously and her heart almost stopped beating.
A tall, silver-haired young man looked at him expressionlessly.
"Brother Wanquan, I, I didn't do anything."
The girl waved her hands quickly: "It's just that I'm a little bored on this 'Escape Sky Boat', so I wanted to go around..."
"Does the Ninth Princess want to go to my father's study?"
Wan Quan looked at her deeply, and when he saw that her face was a little pale, he smiled:
"follow me."
"Huh? Really?"
The girl was surprised and delighted: "I heard that Brother Chunyang sneaked into Uncle Wang's study and was almost beaten to death on the spot..."
"The Ninth Commandery Princess has pure blood and noble status. How can she be compared to that bastard with impure blood?"
There was a hint of indifference in Wan Quan's eyes, and he walked into the house with a smile.
"So big?"
Walking into the study, the girl was also a little surprised: "There must be a million volumes of books here. Can Uncle Wang read them all?"
"Father's contribution to the creation of the universe is nothing compared to a few books."
Wan Quan smiled. He was very patient with the girl because, if nothing unexpected happened, she would be his wife.
"So many weapons!"
The girl walked in front of the bookshelves and suddenly looked to the other side. Behind the study, there was an open room that was much larger than the study.
On the bookshelf made of unknown material, there are many weapons, including swords, spears, halberds, hammers, sticks, axes and bows. At a glance, there are no less than a thousand of them.
"My father likes to collect the best weapons in the world. Most of the weapons here were given to him by his subordinates. A few, such as the 'Golden Sun Sword' and the Star Chaser Bow, were collected by my father."
Wan Quan was very patient and introduced them one by one. While speaking, he picked up a dragon blade that was half the height of a man:
"I got this weapon after passing the inner sect trial of the Dragon God Sect two years ago. My father asked me to bring it here for nurturing. Within ten years, it will be nourished by the spirit of ten thousand soldiers and it should be able to be promoted to a top-grade divine weapon!" "Brother Wanquan, have you passed the inner sect trial of the Dragon God Sect?"
The girl's eyes were immediately filled with admiration.
"Ah."
Wan Quan quite enjoyed the girl's admiration, but when he got here, he stopped. The deepest part of the study was dark.
Only the outline of a dragon blade can be vaguely seen.
"Is that Uncle Wang's Demon-Subduing Dragon Sword?"
The girl's eyes lit up and she subconsciously wanted to get closer, but Wan Quan held her back:
"You can't get close. Anyone who dares to get close to this Demon Subduing Dragon Sword, except my father, will die..."
The girl was a little disappointed. When she was about to leave, she suddenly heard a voice in her ear, calm and indifferent: "Since the Ninth Commandery Princess likes it, it's okay to take a look."
"Father."
"Uncle Wang."
The two were startled and saluted in panic.
Outside the study, a tall middle-aged man walked in. He had silver hair, a black robe, and a flat crown on his head. He looked intimidating without even getting angry.
"Zheng~"
The middle-aged man in black robe waved his hand, and a dragon blade appeared in his palm. It was silver-white and shining, but it was covered with all kinds of complicated black patterns.
"Uncle Wang is so nice."
The girl touched the blade carefully, and a black ripple appeared on the blade. It seemed that something flashed by, and she was immediately startled.
"do not be afraid."
The middle-aged man in black robe had a gentle demeanor, but his voice was indeed cold.
"what is this?"
Wan Quan glanced at his father, and seeing that he had no objection, he explained softly:
"My father used all the warriors in the world as his sword. The patterns on this sword are the sword spirits that my father left in the bodies of some masters in the martial arts world a few years ago. They reflect..."
Woo~
The middle-aged man in the black robe nodded at the right time, and one of the black lines suddenly rose up, and in the blink of an eye a picture was outlined.
In the scroll, there is a mountain that towers into the clouds, with frost covering the top, and a huge blade piercing through the mountain.
On the top of the peak, an old Taoist with white hair and beard, looking old, was slowly putting away his sword with a gloomy expression.
"This person is Long Yin Dao, the Heavenly Silkworm Taoist of Qinglong Pavilion. He broke through the Heavenly Gang fifty years ago and was once the ninth person on the God List. Later, he was severely injured by my father's sword."
Wan Quan's face was filled with awe and longing:
"Father uses this man as a whetstone. Over the past fifty years, countless geniuses from the Azure Dragon Pavilion have come here to challenge him, willing to sharpen their knives for him!"
The girl was somewhat awed, yet somewhat reluctant:
"Uncle Wang, this old Taoist is so pitiful."
"Fifty years ago, this man sneaked into the Divine Capital and participated in the assassination of the previous emperor."
The middle-aged man in black robe said calmly, and the dragon blade in his hand trembled slightly, and the dense black lines on it moved along with it.
"Quan'er, send the Ninth Commandery Princess back."
"Yes!"
When Wan Quan was retreating, he suddenly heard a "click" sound. He turned back subconsciously and saw a black line rising on the blade.
And in the next moment, it burst into pieces.
"This is……"
Wan Quan's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to look back. He pulled the girl away quickly.
Woo~
In the study, black light filled the air, coming from the bursting black line.
"interesting."
The middle-aged man in black robe stretched out his hand and pinched it, and the scattered black light instantly dissipated:
"This sword intent seems to be reserved for Long Xixiang? I don't think that monk has the ability to do it..."
Woo~
With a change of mind, the middle-aged man in black robe also walked out of the room and passed through the wooden corridor. His vision suddenly opened up.
This was not the Zhenwu Palace, but a gigantic ship suspended in the air. It was eighteen stories high, and on each floor stood dozens of "Qian" royal flags, each one a hundred meters high and as thick as three people.
Outside the hull, there was a terrifying gale that was strong enough to tear steel apart, but it was all blocked outside the ship.
Countless elite soldiers in armor and armed with weapons shuttled between the decks, throwing out long black whips as if they were catching something in the strong wind.
Seeing the middle-aged man in black robe, both soldiers and generals knelt on the ground.
The middle-aged man in black robe responded casually.
He walked slowly to the deck, leaned on the railing and looked down. He focused his eyes and it seemed that his sight penetrated the heavy wind and saw the endless ocean thousands of feet below.
"The old turtle runs very fast."
The middle-aged man in black robe only glanced at it, then raised the dragon blade in his hand again. He gently stroked the missing part of the black pattern, his eyes dim:
"Is there anyone in this world who can break my sword intent? Or is it that old ghost in the Zhaixing Tower again?"
……
……
Outside the small temple, Li Yuan waited for more than an hour, but the clouds and mist surrounding the main peak of Longmen did not dissipate.
He didn't wait for Long Xixiang to come out of seclusion, but he waited for Dou Yue, Yin Fa and other senior brothers. Although the clouds and mist obscured the white light, it was still very conspicuous.
"Brother, what happened?"
Dou Yue's voice was low and his face looked heavy:
"But Master..."
Li Yuan glanced around and found that the faces of his fellow brothers all looked very sad, and some of them looked at him with something strange in their eyes.
"Where's the master?"
"Is the Taoist master here too? Did he leave any words?"
"Junior Brother Li..."
The big monks had sad faces, which frightened the other disciples who were lured here so much that they dared not come near.
He had good hearing and could vaguely hear words like 'sitting in meditation', 'inheriting the legacy', 'don't go up there and incur bad luck', etc.
My goodness, do you think the old dragon head has passed away?
"Master, he is fine."
Looking at the clouds surrounding him, Li Yuan was still confused. It seemed that Taoist Long was trying to cover it up, so he naturally had to cooperate.
"That?"
Dou Yue coughed lightly, and the great monks went everywhere, scolding and driving away all the disciples who were watching.
"Junior Brother Li, there is no one around, just say what you want to say."
The person who spoke was a thin monk with dark complexion. His name was Yinfa and he was the second disciple of Long Xixiang.
"Replying to Second Senior Brother..."
Li Yuan thought about it for a moment, but before he could open his mouth, a scolding voice came from inside the temple:
"Why, are you all expecting me to die?"
Long Xixiang's voice was full of energy, and his intense joy was noticeable to almost everyone. Dou Yue and Yin Fa looked at each other and saw the surprise and doubt on each other's faces.
The old man hasn't had this much energy in decades...
squeak~
The temple gate is open:
"Li Yuan, come in. Everyone else, please go away!"
(End of this chapter)