Chapter 570 8 Rules of the Fang Temple

Chapter 570 8 Rules of the Fang Temple

Chapter 570 The Rules of Bafang Temple
This old guy...

Li Yuan stood with a hammer in his hand, his blood and energy still surging. With just a glance, he saw Dong Ershisan standing on the viewing platform, and the strange bird with a human head squatting on his shoulder.

As if he knew Li Yuan was looking at him, the old man looked at him with a wooden face. His voice was neither too loud nor too low, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly:

"Anyone who enters the temple can compete for the status of the temple founder!"

"..."

Li Yuan was speechless, but not too surprised.

This was the reason why he had not used the spirit puppet's heart before.

In his opinion, these door puppets must have been left behind by an unknown powerful person to preside over the trials and select the successors. They would be difficult to be used by anyone.

Now it seems that it is true.

Even if I took the Spirit Puppet's heart and awakened him, it seemed that there was no preferential treatment...

"Ancient magical power!"

When Li Yuan was complaining in his heart, the Thousand-Eyed Master could no longer hold back. His cloak fluttered, and his long hair, which was faintly visible in his eyes, fluttered, as if he was extremely angry:
"How dare you insult me!"

boom!
The sound waves echoed, the area trembled, and waves of air rolled in.

With the naked eye, blood light flashed all over his body, transforming into a temple with a lot of incense. The statues in the temple raised their heads, and thousands of Dharma eyes opened wide, emitting red blood light, which intertwined in the arena and turned into a substantial handprint, grabbing Dong Ershisan:

"Get off!"

The Thousand-Eyed Master was extremely angry.

Who is He?

Who the hell is that kid?
Even if his body died and only his soul remained, how could he be thrown into the arena and compete with another ant for something under the watchful eyes of a group of ants?
This is simply a disgrace.

hum~
Facing the Thousand-Eyed Master's furious attack, Dong Twenty-Three didn't even move his eyelids. Instead, an invisible aura descended upon him, like the most severe cold current, instantly freezing the huge handprint in the air.

"act recklessly!"

The strange bird with a human head smiled playfully, but couldn't help but glance at Li Yuan. This kid was cunning. He was holding the heart of the spirit puppet and would not let go. He would decisively wake up the Twenty-Third Master when something happened.

I'm afraid I never thought about giving myself...

"Crack!"

The Thousand-Eyed Master groaned, and the handprint shattered into dust. The anger on his face froze, and he still looked coldly at Dong Ershisan:
"You are not Gu Shentong..."

As if he had realized something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the murderous aura on his body dropped several levels in an instant.

"My name is East Twenty-Three."

Dong Ershisan on the viewing platform showed no joy or anger. He just snapped his fingers and two stone tablets rose up in the arena.

【Monument to Li Yuan】

【Monument of a Thousand Eyes】

On the viewing platform, Long Yingchan and others came to their senses and looked towards the field, their expressions filled with shock, anger and nervousness.

No one would have thought that this old ghost with a thousand eyes would actually want to take away Li Yuan's identity as the founder of the temple, and even become...

"The founder of the temple has just entered the Dao, but this old ghost has already achieved the Great Integration. Is this considered a challenge?"

Long Yingchan pinched his eyebrows and his true energy surged.

"Why not?"

Dong Twenty-three glanced at him.

"It's a challenge only when the realms are similar. How can it be called a challenge when the gap is so huge?"

As soon as Long Yingchan opened his mouth, Fang Sanyun immediately followed suit, and the others also spoke one after another.

They now have some understanding of what being a temple founder means. If this identity is taken away by the old ghost with a thousand eyes, it will be very bad for them.

“Is it too big?”

Dong Twenty-Three did not comment.

"Your Excellency said that anyone who enters the temple is eligible to compete?"

Long Yingchan had already stood up and was staring at Dong Ershisan closely, but unfortunately the old man was as wooden as a log and his expression did not change at all:
"Then, maybe Long will come and compete with us?"

“Only one person can challenge it in ten years.”

Dong Twenty-three shook his head and ignored the people on the viewing platform. Instead, he looked at the two people in the fighting arena.

Woo~
At this moment, not only Li Yuan, but even the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master felt their breathing stagnate. An invisible energy rolled in from all directions, engulfing them like a tide.

"Are you sure you want to challenge?"

Feeling Dong Ershisan's gaze, the Thousand-Eyed Master has calmed down. Although everything before his eyes deviates from the information he has obtained, at this point, there is no reason for him to retreat.

"good."

The Thousand-Eyed Master was holding the Wind God's Token. When he arrived here, he could no longer sense the breath of the Wind God.

"Ah."

Dong Twenty-three nodded and said:
"The Lord has left a rule that anyone who enters the temple, regardless of their talent or bone age, will have the opportunity to compete for the temple's opening!"

Dong Ershisan's voice echoed in the arena. The Thousand-Eyed Master couldn't help but groan. The lifelike wonders around him trembled in an instant, became blurred, and were pressed back into the Tao by the invisible energy.

"Want to fight someone of the same level?"

The Thousand-Eyed Master's eyes were slightly cold, but he did not care much. Even though he only had a remnant of his soul left, he would never care about such a native youngster.

Even if a young man with a bone age of about 20 years has a heavenly talent, how many means does he have?

hum~
Li Yuan's expression relaxed slightly, and he looked at the stone tablet rising in front of him. At the same time, Dong Ershisan's voice echoed:

"Li Yuan from the East Territory, a Daoist Earthly Fiend, bone age 27... rated... excellent!"

"Ok?"

Hearing that cold voice, the Thousand Eyes Master suppressed his anger and felt a little uneasy. Li Yuan seemed to have expected something, and his tense body relaxed a little. He looked at the other side with a strange look in his eyes:
"That Spirit Puppet's Heart doesn't seem to have been wasted..."

"Thousand Eyes... Rated: Good (poor)!"

Dong Ershisan paused for a moment, his eyes fell on the Thousand Eyes Master, and he said indifferently:
"…According to the rules!"

"You have to defeat him at level three before you can take his place!"

"what?!"

The Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master's expression finally changed, but he only had time to do so before the aura that was spreading around like a tide suddenly began to boil.

He felt as if he was covered with a thick iron armor. In a moment, he had fallen back to the state of Taoism and could not stop falling!
The blurry wonders around him disappeared, and the true energy that penetrated his body was shattered. Then, he felt as if all his bones and blood were drained away at once, and his internal organs seemed to have collapsed...

"This……"

Under the shocked or delighted eyes of Li Yuan, Long Yingchan and others, the aura of the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master kept dropping, and in just a moment, it had dropped to the point of Tongmai!

"Winning against the third level?!"

The Thousand-Eyed Master's face was extremely ugly, the cloak covering him was mostly torn into pieces, and his eyes, which had been closed, could not open anymore.

Under the pressure of the invisible energy from the Bafang Temple, he felt unprecedentedly weak!
"Reverse third level..."

On the viewing stand, Long Yingchan clapped his hands and laughed, while some people looked at him with sympathy.

Those who can achieve the Tao by exchanging blood are rare but not uncommon in ancient times. However, those who can achieve the Tao by opening up the meridians are unprecedented!

"This old ghost was rated as good, but he still had to go down three levels... I was rated as bad, how many levels should I go down? Seventh or eighth level..."

Some people have scattered minds and feel their scalp tingling just thinking about it.

This Dong Twenty-three said that it doesn't matter what level of talent you have, and it seems like he has left a way out, but in fact, it's a dead end!
Unless someone is also rated as superior, there is no way that he can be deprived of his status as the temple owner...

"Is this okay?"

Li Yuan had a subtle look on his face. He had already prepared for a tough battle, but he didn't expect there to be such a rule.

But it doesn't seem strange when you think about it.

The requirements for the founders of the Bafang Temple are so high that there is no reason for anyone to be easily replaced. And if there is really someone who can defeat them by several levels, then his talent and bone age are indeed not a big deal.

"This rule is good."

Li Yuan turned the sledgehammer and looked at the Thousand-Eyed Master whose face was dark blue. Although he was prepared for a tough fight, who would be willing to fight if he might be crushed to death?

He was really wary of this god who was suspected to come from outer space.

But if the difference is three levels, let alone this half-crippled god, he would dare to touch even the legendary God King of Origin!
“Ancient magical power…”

The Thousand Eyes Master withdrew his gaze and looked at the young Taoist holding the hammer. His expression slowly calmed down. He just looked at him quietly, as if he wanted to imprint him in his eyes:
"Li Yuan!"

boom!
In response, there was the sound of a heavy hammer breaking through the air, like thunder.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength!

Before the enemy died, Master Li Dao did not want to say a word. He activated the Palm of Weapon and moved with the hammer. The dark green energy spread out and transformed into a dragon Kun rising from the abyss.

It suddenly submerged half of the training ground!

……

Boom!

In the arena, smoke and dust billowed, and the dark green energy spread out layer by layer like tides and waves.

On the viewing platform, everyone had different expressions.

The fight ended with Li Yuan's heavy hammer attack. The huge gap between the three levels made this fight unremarkable.

When the smoke and dust in the arena dissipated, the Thousand-Eyed Master was no longer there. Li Yuan's heavy hammer, which he threw with all his might, did not even notice any obstruction. The battle was over.

However, although this fight was easy, the gains were enormous.

"Zheng~"

The clear, dragon-like sound of the sword echoed.

Li Yuan waved his hand, and a red-gold long sword fell into his palm:

【Changhong Yiqi Sword (Level 11)】

[…Star core…Sea-Splitting Star core…Sword energy…???…]

[Control Condition 1: Perfection of the ultimate swordsmanship, the shape of the spirit sword, pure yang sword energy] (The spirit of the mysterious weapon has not recognized its master)
[Control Effect 1: Eleventh Level (Black): Sword Talent, Cultivation Talent, Sun-piercing Rainbow, Sword Qi]

【Control Condition 2:? ? ? 】

【Control effect 2: ???】

Get the Changhong Sword!

Using two fingers to wipe off the dark red bloodstain on the sword's edge, Li Yuan swung the sword lightly. The sword rang loudly and the sword spirit seemed to be wailing, yet also seemed to be delighted.

[Changhong Yiqi Sword: Already recognized its master]

"This old ghost..."

Li Yuan turned the magic sword lightly, but there was not much joy on his face. It was not because the victory was easy, but the old ghost died too quickly, so quickly that it was abnormal.

Specious?

Still no backup...

Being vigilant did not prevent Li Yuan from cleaning up the battlefield. Besides the Changhong Yiqi Sword, there was the Wind God Order and a fist-sized small tripod that emitted a strong incense glow.

hum~
Almost at the same time when Li Yuan picked up the small tripod, the light and shadows around him flickered and changed, and the next moment, he was back to the top of Bafang Mountain.

Dong Twenty-three was sitting cross-legged on a strange rock not far away.

(End of this chapter)