Chapter 534: On the mountain top, overlooking the heroes

Chapter 534: On the mountain top, overlooking the heroes

Chapter 534: On the mountain top, overlooking the heroes
Feeling the gazes cast on him, Chi Lian's body trembled and he felt filled with regret.

When she first came here, she was very cautious and didn't even dare to set foot in the divine capital where Wan Zhuliu was. However, she didn't expect to run into such an evil star.

Who could have thought that in this world isolated from the inside and outside by the Eight Directions Temple, there was not only a temple founder, but also a hidden powerful god-level warrior.

It is unreasonable that such a giant has almost no rivals in this world. He does not sit on the top of the world and be worshipped by all living beings. Instead, he lurks in the dark and has little reputation.

"There's no rush."

Glancing at the incense cauldrons in front of the altar, Qin Yun thought for a moment and looked at the bronze mirror:

"Do you know when Wan Zhuliu entered the temple?"

"It should be in these few days."

On the other side of the bronze mirror, Qin Shixian replied:

"Since that day, the Divine Capital has been extremely lively. Many aristocratic families and important officials of the imperial court have fought over the number of people who can enter the temple. But today, the situation suddenly quieted down. It must be because the number of people has been decided."

"These few days?"

Qin Yun nodded and said, "Before the court starts this sacrifice, you must also evacuate the capital."

"why?"

Qin Shixian was puzzled: "Once Wan Zhuliu left, it would be a great opportunity for revenge. How could he withdraw?"

"That's why you have to evacuate early."

Qin Yun had to patiently explain: "You all know that Wan Zhuliu has been gone for decades, and the court is empty. How could the court not know this?"

"what do you mean?"

Qin Shixian reacted: "Maybe the imperial court set an ambush?"

"Not impossible."

Qin Yun stroked his long beard, his eyes dark:
“If nothing unexpected happens, Yan Tianxiong, Long Yingchan and others should also accompany Wan Zhuliu in this sacrifice, and will not leave any hidden dangers for the court.”

"Will the imperial court allow Long Yingchan and others to enter the temple together?"

Qin Shixian was skeptical.

"Yes or no, we will know later."

Qin Yun shook his head in his heart, practicing martial arts can improve one's spirit and physical strength, but one's mind and eyesight will not improve at the same time.

"What about you?"

Qin Shixian was somewhat suspicious: "You have been hiding in the secret realm all these years. Is it because of the 'old ghost' in the Wan Zhuliu?"

"I can't explain it in one or two sentences."

Qin Yun lowered his eyelids and did not deny it. He just asked her to come find him quickly and cut off the contact without giving her a chance to speak again.

'Li Yuan.'

While the grandfather and grandson were talking, Chi Lian remained silent, but his heart was in turmoil and he felt like banging his head against the wall with regret.

Before, Qin Yun used the Great Sun Mirror to project a picture of purple air over the Divine Capital City. She saw it to the end and saw the temple founder with her own eyes.

'He is actually the founder of the temple.'

Even thinking back on it now, Chi Lian felt a pang of pain in his heart. This kid had come to him on his own initiative, but he had not taken a liking to him.

"White elephant."

Qin Yun spoke.

The White Elephant King, who had been sitting silently on the side of the altar, quickly stood up.

"Are there only a few incense sticks left in your sect?"

"Reply Senior."

The White Elephant King looked bitter:
"That day, the five major sects launched a surprise attack. The main temple collapsed in one battle. Some of the followers died, some fled. A group of the gods... the hairy gods were killed, and the rest fled with their incense..."

"Just disperse like that?"

Qin Yun glanced at him.

"Senior, you also know that we came from other sects and gathered together for profit. We have no sense of belonging to the God Worshiping Sect itself. When we encountered disasters, we scattered like birds and beasts. The leader didn't care much, let alone other people?"

The White Elephant King sighed inwardly.

If it weren't for the fear of death, who would want to join an evil cult and be hated by everyone?
It was also because of this that when the headquarters was raided, except for some people who fought to the death, most people dispersed like the wind, and he was one of the slowest escapers.

For example, the Red Flame Dragon King almost never showed up.

"senior."

At this time, Chi Lian seemed to remember something:
"When I was looking for incense before, I encountered many hairy gods, but they were all killed by people, and the last incense was taken away..."

"Oh?"

Chi Lian lowered his head and said, "As far as I know, the one who killed the hairy god and stole the incense was a spirit turtle. It should be in Yanshan Road now."

"The spirit turtle carrying the palace?"

Qin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, not caring that she was using a knife to kill someone. He was also quite interested in the spirit turtle:

"Can you find it?"

Chi Lian nodded: "Junior is willing to give it a try!"

……

……

Huhu~
The mountains were foggy in the early morning.

In a dense forest, Qi Benchu ​​lit a bonfire. He deftly skinned and cleaned two deer and put them on the fire. Soon, they were sizzling with oil.

Not far away beside the stream, Ao Cang sat quietly on a stone, moving his inner energy. He frowned slightly and looked at the Turtle Immortal, who was sitting cross-legged, playing with coins in his hands, muttering to himself:
"How could that be? It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense..."

"Brother Turtle, what happened to you this time when you went out of the mountains? Why are you so distracted?"

Ao Cang still couldn't help it.

These days, the old turtle fairy has been traveling around, felling mountains and destroying temples. He has killed countless hairy gods and forcibly taken incense. It was fine before, but this time...

"A few days ago, a grand ceremony was held in the Divine Capital..."

The old turtle calmed down and repeated the news he got from outside the mountain:

"I have already divined, and the news is correct. The one who opened the Bafang Temple is named Li Yuan."

"Li Yuan?"

When Ao Cang heard this, he subconsciously glanced at Qi Benchu ​​who was roasting a deer.

"I have divined many times and finally found Qi, a boy with extraordinary talent. He is the reincarnation of a miracle. In theory, he is the one who founded the temple. Before, when the Eight Directions Temple appeared in Tianshiyuan..."

As he spoke, Turtle Immortal suddenly shut up and sighed:
"I've made a mistake, I've made a mistake." "..."

Ao Cang frowned and said nothing, but he felt a little sorry for the blood and essence he had lost.

"Ugh."

The old turtle fairy was playing with the jade coin in his hand and was in a very bad mood.

Ao Cang could only comfort him: "Qi boy has good talent and is also quite filial. Just think of him as a disciple..."

"That's it, that's all."

The old immortal Turtle took a deep breath and said, "I have collected almost all the incense and offerings. I am ready to start the sacrifice and go to the temple. Brother Ao, are you willing to come with me?"

"This……"

Ao Cang wanted to refuse, but feeling the old turtle's staring gaze, he could only pinch his nose and nod.

"That's good."

The old turtle didn't look at Qi Benchu, but his heart twitched when he saw him:
"This sacrifice is not complicated. The incense and burning materials required have been gathered. After that, Brother Ao needs to donate some blood. It won't be much. Three or five jars will be enough... Brother Ao, rest assured. I will not treat you badly."

"..."

Ao Cang looked expressionless.

Seeing that he agreed, Turtle Immortal didn't waste any words and directly told him the required amount. He sent him to prepare it, and rubbed his hands:
"Well, let's start with a divination."

Ao Cang ignored him, and with a wooden face, he brought over the large water jar that had been prepared long ago, and ran his fingertips across his wrist to start bleeding.

Considering his body size, three or five tanks of blood were nothing. After a while, they were almost full.

Suddenly, there was a muffled explosion.

"Ok?"

Ao Cang turned around and saw the coins in the old turtle's hand exploded into balls of incense. He jumped up as if his butt was on fire, as if he had seen a ghost:

"Brother Ao, start the sacrifice quickly!"

……

……

"call!"

"Suck!"

The air currents are turbulent on the mountain peaks in all directions.

Li Yuan sat cross-legged on his strange rock, breathing quietly. His breath was long and powerful, and every breath could create gusts of air on the top of the mountain.

The little female dragon hid about ten feet away. In her perception, Li Yuan seemed like a burning furnace, emitting billowing heat waves.

With the naked eye, one can see that his skin and muscles are undulating like waves.

"Wow~"

The sound of blood rushing through the body.

Li Yuan concentrated and watched quietly. He was visualizing in his mind, his body moved naturally, and all the martial arts he practiced were running in an orderly manner. His physical strength continued to increase at a noticeable rate.

“That’s the benefit of talent.”

Li Yuan sighed in his heart.

His speed in training martial arts was already extremely fast, and after his talent was added to the Heavenly Star level, his speed increased again. In just a few days, he had achieved the stage of 'combining Qi and blood'.

As the blood circulated, it carried with it his already powerful true energy, surging and moving.

"I have already reached the eighth level of Tianyi's Nine Refinings. The secret techniques in the Zuwang Heart Sutra are indeed extraordinary, and the ninth level of refining does not seem to be the end..."

Li Yuan observed the blood flowing inwardly while practicing the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. The progress of his transformation into blood also increased a lot with the accumulation of his talents.

"It is really difficult to transform into blood. No wonder after the Dragon Demon Taoist, no one in the Star Picking Tower has been able to practice the Zuwang Heart Sutra to perfection."

Li Yuan was multitasking, practicing martial arts and making plans at the same time. Suddenly, he opened his eyes as if he realized something.

"Ok?"

Li Yuan flipped his hand and took out the two tokens of the Bafang Temple.

At this moment, his original piece did not move, but the token as a reward for climbing the mountain was emitting a faint light. He concentrated a little and found that the time that could be stayed on the token began to increase dramatically.

There was originally only one and a half years left, but suddenly it jumped to two years, and then another jump to three years...

In just a moment, it suddenly increased by fifteen years!
"This is?"

Li Yuan changed his mind for a moment, and his eyes darkened:
"The Imperial Court's Grand Ceremony will actually extend my stay..."

He was a little surprised and picked up his original piece, but the dwelling time on it did not change.

“It’s treated differently.”

After muttering something in his heart, Li Yuan stood up and walked to the edge of the mountain. Across the mountain path that seemed to have no end, he could vaguely see human figures.

'They didn't seem to take the passage, but went directly to the foot of the mountain?'

……

hum~
The light interweaves and changes.

It seemed like a moment, or like a long time, before Long Yingchan sensed the existence of the outside world. He concentrated for a moment, and his vision became clear. He saw the earth, the mountains, and the human figures falling from the void.

"Eight-way Temple!"

"Is this the Bafang Temple?"

"The legendary Bafang Temple is really here!"

After a moment of silence, there were suppressed roars of excitement.

"Wan Zhuliu."

Long Yingchan retreated into the crowd without a trace. Wan Zhuliu stood with his sword in hand and glanced at everyone present. Wherever his eyes went, everyone retreated.

"His Majesty."

Wan Zhuliu bowed slightly and guarded on both sides.

"Eight-Direction Temple..."

Emperor Qian held a palm-sized golden bell in his hand. He took a deep breath and his eyes fell on the mountain road lined with stone tablets.

The others also looked in the same direction.

But I saw the top of the mountain covered with fog, and a figure stood on the top of the mountain, in front of the ancient temple, looking down.

(End of this chapter)