Chapter 575 Immortal guides the way
Chapter 575 Immortal guides the way
"Last night, a huge sun suddenly appeared in the Divine Capital. Its light was dazzling. I sensed something was wrong and climbed up to the Star Changing Platform. I saw a red sun falling into the Imperial City, with flames raging..."
In the side hall of the imperial city, Wu Yingxing lowered his head with an unpleasant expression:
"It was only a few moments before Commander Wang coughed up blood and fell to the ground. The Sky-Escape Boat was already lost..."
In the side hall, Wang Jin knelt on the ground. His face was pale and there was still smoke on his body, as if he had been burned by fire for a day and a night. His voice was extremely hoarse:
"Your Majesty, I am guilty!"
quiet!
The hall was eerily quiet for a moment, with only the increasingly heavy breathing sounds.
"It hurts me too!"
The table was smashed to pieces by a palm strike, and Emperor Qian was shaking with anger: "Old thief, how dare you take my Sky-Escape Boat!"
"Your Majesty, calm down!"
Wu Yingxing didn't dare to look up.
With two great masters guarding the Divine Capital and the mysterious weapons in their hands, they actually lost the Sky-Escape Boat. Even he felt ashamed.
"He deserves to be killed! He deserves to be killed!"
Emperor Qian was so furious that he felt his heart ached. He finally understood Wan Zhuliu's mood that day.
"Your Majesty forgive me."
Wang Jin also lowered his head.
Wan Zhuliu, who was listening quietly with his hands down, also had a cold expression on his face and asked, "Did you see clearly who the person is?"
"The flames were all around him, and I couldn't see his face clearly..."
Wang Jin felt even more ashamed, but when he recalled the terrifying figure that fell from the sky at night, reflected in the red sun, he felt a chill in his heart:
"This man's martial arts skills are so powerful that they are beyond comprehension. After just one encounter, the Sky-Escape Boat has been taken away by him. Your humble servant, your humble servant has been injured by the flames.
If I hadn’t had the ‘Health Pill’ in my hand, I would have been burned to death immediately…”
"One encounter..."
Emperor Qian's anger subsided a little, and he looked at Wu Yingxing again, who just nodded bitterly.
"I'm afraid this person is the traitor who assassinated the late emperor sixty years ago..."
There was no need for Wu Yingxing to say anything, as everyone present could more or less guess his identity. There were not many people in this world who could defeat Wang Jin.
Even though he was wearing divine armor and holding the Sky-Escape Boat, he could still severely injure a man with just one encounter and take away the mysterious weapon. I'm afraid there was only one person in the world who could do that.
"I'm afraid Wan Zhuliu may not be able to do it..."
Shen Qisheng glanced at Wan Zhuliu, and after meeting his gaze, he looked away without leaving a trace, and said:
"The red sun falls into the city, and the flames are raging. Only those who have cultivated the 'Great Sun Golden Form' to the 'Great Sun Golden Sun' level of martial arts can achieve this..."
Big sun gold shape.
As Shen Qisheng spoke, the hall fell silent again.
Wang Jin lowered his head so as not to let anyone see the strange look in his eyes, but in fact many people present felt a little strange.
There is no other reason. This Great Sun Golden Form is a magical skill inherited by the royal family, originating from Taizu Pang Wenlong. However, in these thousand years, no one in the royal family has mastered this magical skill.
Instead, the person who practiced this magical skill assassinated the emperor and took away the Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldiers...
"Qin Yun!"
Emperor Qian's voice was cold. Looking at Wang Jin who was kneeling on one knee, he wanted to ask him how he could escape from the old thief.
But the words turned into comfort as soon as they came to my lips:
"Qin Yun has no king or father, but his martial arts skills are extremely high... This is not a crime of war, so Commander Wang, don't worry too much. I will give you three 'Health Pills', so go and heal your wounds."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The king bowed and thanked him, then left.
Wu Yingxing wanted to say something, but when he met Emperor Qian's gaze, he felt a chill in his heart and bowed to leave.
The two men left one after another. Shen Qishen and Yan Tianxiong had no intention of staying and left one after another. Huang Longzi held the black umbrella in his hand and said nothing. When he walked out of the hall, he was in a good mood.
Soon, Wan Zhuliu was the only one left in the hall.
"Wang Jin..."
After taking a deep look at Wang Jin's back outside the palace, Emperor Qian retracted his gaze and said in a cold voice: "The Great Sun Gold Form... Qin Yun, Qin Yun...
It has been more than a thousand years, could it be that Pang Wenlong's legacy has not been broken off?"
"The Shrine..."
Wan Zhuliu didn't care about Qin Yun's origins. After everyone left the hall, he pressed his finger lightly between his eyebrows, and merged his mind with heaven and earth, searching for any traces left by Qin Yun.
hum~
Wan Zhuliu slowly closed his eyes, and soon he "saw" the scene of the red sun setting last night. He saw flames blazing across the sky, and the whole city was shaking.
A man descended from the sky, with a red sun hanging behind him, making him look like a god or a devil.
“This is no longer a spiritual image…”
Wan Zhuliu's eyelids trembled violently. Even though he saw this scene from the flowing energy, he seemed to feel the heat wave coming towards him.
The red sun is not the sun, but a spirit that has been condensed to the extreme and carries the will. According to the Tiancang Sword True Form Diagram,
“This is the Dharma image!”
Wan Zhuliu suddenly opened his eyes.
Strands of silver light intertwined in front of him, and Yun Mo's voice echoed in the hall:
“He was able to cultivate the Dharmakāya without a True Form Diagram… This person’s talent is no less than Pang Wenlong’s back then. No, it’s even better than Pang Wenlong’s!”
Looking at the invisible silver figure that gathered and dispersed, Wan Zhuliu held the magic sword at his waist with a solemn expression.
Compared to Qin Yun, he was more afraid of this old ghost.
"senior."
Emperor Qian's expression changed, but he bowed and saluted:
"I wonder how the younger generation should address the elders?"
"In the past, I was led to this world while in a daze..."
The silver light intertwined and changed, forming a cold and cruel old face. He soared in the air, looking down at the two people in the hall:
"A thousand years ago, Pang Wenlong was holding a sacrifice in the capital of the gods. On that day, I came with the sky fire and severely injured the man, leaving behind a strand of bone and blood...
You are the descendants of that strand of blood and the people of this world, and you are also considered members of my Cloud Demon Clan!"
Woo~
A silver light flashed, and a figure fell into the hall:
"I am not your ancestor, but I am also from the same clan. You can call me senior, and you can also call me ancestor!"
Wan Zhuliu frowned slightly: "Pang Wenlong has also condensed a Dharma image?"
"Never."
The figure of Yun Modao was blurred: "The spiritual phase is the combination of spirit and energy, picking the wonders of heaven and earth to fill it. The Dharma phase is the transformation of the spiritual phase. It can truly interfere with heaven and earth and has all kinds of incredible powers!" He looked at Wan Zhuliu:
"If the Unity Realm is the unity of the three elements, then the Dharmadhatu is formed on this basis, with the unity of heaven and earth..."
"Be one with heaven and earth?"
Wan Zhuliu raised an eyebrow.
“Dharma-nature, as the name suggests, is the appearance of the Dharma.”
The blurry figure of Yun Modao gradually became clear:
“This world is isolated from the inside and outside. Although there is a legacy handed down from the Eight Directions Temple, it only goes as far as unification. This person can cultivate a Dharma image. This achievement has surpassed Pang Wenlong…”
"Another one, the Dragon Demon Taoist!"
"Dragon Demon Taoist?"
Emperor Qian frowned. Since the old ghost appeared, his eyes only glanced over him and he was almost always talking to Wan Zhuliu.
"It is a pity that a 'body of enlightenment' was born in such a barren land. His bones are too old. Otherwise, the Bafang Temple would have been opened more than a thousand years ago."
There was an inexplicable emotion in Yun Modao's voice, but it soon subsided. He looked at Wan Zhuliu:
"The Gate Puppet has already awakened. It is impossible to seize the identity of the temple founder. It is time to make a decision!"
"Blood sacrifice is impossible!"
Wan Zhuliu flatly refused.
Taoist Yun Mo was not annoyed. He just looked at Emperor Qian again. Although the latter also frowned, he did not directly refuse.
"His Majesty!"
Wan Zhuliu frowned.
"Huang Longzi once said that if we perform a sacrifice, we can attract the Poison Dragon Academy to come..."
Emperor Qian hesitated to speak.
"It's true."
Taoist Yun Mo seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and said calmly: "It's just that you can't even trust me, so how can you trust the Poison Dragon Academy?"
"Senior misunderstood."
Emperor Qian explained: "What I mean is, is it possible to guide my Cloud Demon Clan to come?"
"His Majesty!"
Wan Zhuliu's expression tightened.
"Guide..."
The face of Taoist Yun Mo darkened, and then he turned into strands of silver light and sank into Wan Zhuliu's brows:
“This is the only way to go!”
……
……
[In the main hall, the Cloud Demon appeared and urged Emperor Qian to make a decision as soon as possible. After hesitating, Emperor Qian asked if it was possible to guide the Cloud Demon clan to come earlier?
The Taoist Cloud Demon left with a wave of his sleeves, and Emperor Qian's expression changed. It was then that he realized that the Cloud Demon Clan had no gods to worship... (Thirteenth Stage)]
[In the Divine Capital, Huang Longzi still sets up a stall on the roadside to tell fortunes. He no longer does only a few fortunes, but accepts all comers, and his fortunes are always correct. He is very famous... (Level 10)]
[There is a saying in Tianshiyuan that practicing martial arts can lead to Taoism, and when the spiritual state is achieved, one becomes a real person. Among the real people, those with extraordinary understanding can practice "Taoism" in this state...
In the cave of Bafang Temple, under an old tree, Chi Lian, whose true energy and spirit were sealed, was in a trance. In fact, he was silently meditating in his heart, trying to perform the Taoist magic "Immortal Pointing the Way" (Level 10)]
……
On the top of the Bafang Mountain, in the gentle breeze, Li Yuan sat cross-legged in front of a strange rock, multitasking, moving his true energy while listening to the sound.
After his body and mind became one, thanks to the nourishment of powerful Qi, blood and true Qi, Li Yuan's spirit grew stronger day by day, and he could multitask like an instinct.
"There is no deity for the Cloud Demon?"
Li Yuan patted the Mirage Dragon Belt around his waist.
"Humph!"
The little female dragon wanted no attention from him.
"You don't know this either?"
Li Yuan sighed: "Well, let's go find Chi Lian and ask him who is more knowledgeable and experienced among the disciples of the Poison Dragon Academy."
This little female dragon might not have been a smart person when she was alive, and she became even dumber after being refined into a divine weapon. For him, she was very easy to control.
Sure enough, the little female dragon was immediately angry:
"She knows, so I don't know?"
"Appreciate further details."
Li Yuan hurriedly pretended to listen attentively.
"The Cloud Demon Clan is just a small clan. Even though there have been many geniuses in the clan, the population is so small. How can they afford to worship a god?"
The little female dragon was quite disdainful: "I heard that a few years ago, there was a powerful figure in the Cloud Demon Clan. He gathered the entire clan to worship him, and wanted to go to the Netherworld to fight at the end of his life, intending to become a god..."
"Ok?"
Li Yuan's heart moved slightly, and he thought of Cang Longzi, the leader of Xuanjing Sect. In the handwritten letter he left behind, he seemed to be thinking about "transformation into a god".
"Failed?"
"nonsense!"
Li Yuan thought to himself: "Does the Mirage Dragon Clan worship any gods?"
"Of course!"
The mirage dragon's belt is like a snake raising its head, quite proud:
"My Mirage Dragon Clan once worshipped the Dragon Gods of the Heavens. How can we be compared to the mere Cloud Demon Clan? I..."
曾？
Li Yuan automatically ignored her bragging and understood something in his heart.
"This native..."
After boasting for a while without any response, the little dragon felt a little discouraged: "When are you leaving?"
"Um……"
Li Yuan stood up and looked down, just in time to see Chi Lian standing in a daze under a tree at the foot of the mountain.
"I wonder if this immortal can show me a road that leads directly to Tianshiyuan in the Netherworld..."
(End of this chapter)