Chapter 587 Gods and Demons? Li Yuan!
Chapter 587 Gods and Demons? Li Yuan!
Wan Zhuliu?
Li Yuan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and immediately became alert.
With the previous experience of the Thousand-Eyed Master as a warning, he still dared to enter the temple to challenge me. It goes without saying that Wan Zhuliu must have something to rely on.
"Is it the incense-burning blood-quenching ritual?"
Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the information he had obtained from listening before emerged in his mind.
[In the Divine Capital, the scent of incense is strong. Emperor Qian has used all his power in the imperial court to light a furnace in a secret place and perform the "Incense and Blood Quenching" ceremony for Zhenwu King Wan Zhuliu. He is willing to burn all the impure blood and rebuild his foundation at the cost of his life span... (Eleventh Stage)]
Over the years, Li Yuan seldom worked as a blacksmith. Occasionally, he would put aside his hard training to practice martial arts to relax his mind. He also went fishing on the terrace only occasionally. However, his habit of listening to music before going to bed had never changed.
Although most of the sounds he heard were of little use, over time his grasp of a lot of intelligence information surpassed that of the five major Taoist sects and even the imperial court.
The information about Wan Zhuliu's blood cleansing and the Thousand-Eyed Master's spying on Qi Benchu were all obtained or deduced from his massive listening.
"Pure Cloud Demon bloodline?"
Li Yuan's mind wandered for a moment, and he decisively put away his hammer and stepped back to his meteorite, interrupting the challenge of the first level of entering the temple.
He raised his head and looked back the way he had come. In the dim light, he could see Dong Ershisan with a gloomy face, and the strange human-headed bird that showed no sign of concealing its gloating.
But his sight was just a quick glance. In the light curtain presented by the dim light, he saw the snow and wind howling on Bafang Mountain, and the Dading Zen Master and others who were facing a great enemy at the foot of the mountain.
Finally, he walked slowly towards Wan Zhuliu at the foot of Bafang Mountain.
He was wearing a black robe and had white hair. His hand was on the divine sword. The dragon pattern between his eyebrows was flashing with a faint silver light. As he walked slowly, an invisible oppression spread out.
"The Shrine!"
With just one glance, Li Yuan realized that the King of Zhenwu had taken the previous half step and entered the realm of Pang Wenlong, the former Dragon Demon Taoist.
only……
"There seems to be something wrong with his aura."
The curtain of dim light in front of him was lifelike, as if it was right in front of him. Li Yuan frowned slightly, feeling very strange.
At this moment, Wan Zhuliu has undoubtedly reached the pinnacle of martial arts in the past ten thousand years. His aura is as majestic as a sacred mountain, and it is intimidating to look at.
But his breath was very strange.
The magnificent vitality coexists with the fading atmosphere...
"This feeling... old and young at the same time? Is it at the cost of burning lifespan, stripping away bone age, and improving talent?"
Li Yuan turned the heavy hammer in his hand, feeling strange but also understanding:
"It seems that the price of this incense and blood washing ceremony is very high..."
……
"Wan Zhuliu!"
At the foot of Bafang Mountain, Taoist Yuanqing summoned out the Sanyuan Yiqi Posture, and Fang Sanyun grasped the Heavenly Fire Samadhi Seal. Everyone had a solemn look on their faces, as if they were facing a powerful enemy.
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
Even the masters of the five great sects could not help but feel fear and repression when facing the number one man in the world.
"The Divine Palace Realm!"
Feeling the invisible oppression, Taoist Yuanqing's expression changed several times, and the Yi Qi Pillar in his palm trembled violently for a while, but then returned to silence.
"You, want to challenge the temple owner?"
Dong Twenty-three's voice sounded at the right time.
Wan Zhuliu slowly raised his head. The mist in the Bafang Mountain dissipated, and he could see the old-looking puppet sitting at the gate:
"Yes."
Wan Zhuliu’s words are concise and to the point.
"Anyone who enters the temple can compete for the status of the temple founder!"
Dong Ershisan sat quietly on the top of the mountain, seemingly watching Wan Zhuliu, but was suddenly interrupted.
Taoist Yuan Qing's voice rang out, and he bowed toward the top of the mountain:
"The senior once said that only one person can challenge Li Yuan every ten years. Is this not the rule of Bafang Temple?"
"According to the rules, offering incense as a sacrifice can shorten the challenge time limit."
Dong Ershisan didn't look at him either. He just looked at Wan Zhuliu calmly, feeling a little regretful:
"Your thousand-year life span was shattered in one night, yet you are willing to give up..."
"madman!"
The strange bird with a human head snorted coldly, with a strange look in its eyes: "How hateful! I finally met a Taoist soldier seed, but he turned out to be a madman!"
Lifespan and life limit are different.
The shortfall in life span can be made up by some powerful medicines, but life span is determined by heaven, and extending it is like going against the laws of nature!
Apart from major realm breakthroughs, only a few of the rarest "cosmic magic medicines" in the universe can break the limitations.
And those kinds of cosmic divine medicines are hard to find even for the great gods...
"What a shame. Let me ask you again, are you sure you want to challenge Li Yuan?"
Dong Twenty-three asked again.
"Yes!"
Wan Zhuliu answered calmly, but he did not stop, nor did he care about Taoist Yuanqing's serious look, but just walked slowly towards the forest of stele.
When his eyes fell on the stone tablet, his mind, as calm as Wan Zhuliu, could not help but cause a ripple in his heart and his eyes changed.
He had been burned in flames for over three years, nearly eight hundred years of his life, all for this moment.
……
hum~
The strong smell of incense slowly dissipated under the observatory.
"Eight-Direction Temple..."
Under the altar, Emperor Qian flicked his sleeves and a bronze mirror burst into a dazzling red light. In just a turn, it turned into a light curtain several feet long and wide.
The figure of Wan Zhuliu and the snow-covered Bafang Mountain were clearly reflected in it.
"Your Majesty."
Looking at Wan Zhuliu's back, Wang Jin's expression was complicated and solemn. There was a depressing atmosphere under the observatory, without any noise, and everyone's eyes were focused on the light curtain.
"Can it be done?"
Huang Longzi held a big umbrella and watched intently.
He was somewhat apprehensive about the Martial King of Dayun Town. The talent of the outstanding person who could cultivate to the Divine Palace realm in this forbidden land was far beyond his reach.
What is even more terrifying is his character. Such a gifted and talented person is willing to give up most of his lifespan!
"Rumor has it that the Bafang Temple has no taboos and allows those who enter the temple to change their talents and bone age by any means, but..."
Huang Longzi couldn't help but think of the temple founder. How could a fake one compare to the real one?
Woo~
The cold wind in the Bafang Cave seemed to blow away the light curtain.
Emperor Qian stared at the Bafang Mountain in the light curtain with a serious look in his eyes, but he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.
According to the plan, the Thousand-Eyed Master should have helped the ancestor to seize the body of the person who was reincarnated from the miracle, in order to seize Li Yuan's identity.
But up to this point, there was still no news about the Thousand Eyes Master...
hum~
Not long after, as Wan Zhuliu approached, a dazzling divine light suddenly burst out from the stone tablet at the foot of the mountain.
hum~
The deep and long trembling sound echoed among the mountains.
"Um?!"
Hearing this seemingly familiar voice, the faces of Zen Master Da Ding and others all changed drastically.
This scene is very similar to Li Yuan entering the temple three years ago!
Wow~
The wind blows the snow, like the roaring waves in a river.
Dazzling divine light burst out from the forest of steles, interweaving into a curtain in the snowy sky, with words flowing on it, shining brightly.
【Monument of Wan Zhuliu】
[Bloodline: Cloud Demon Clan]
[Realm: The Initial Formation of the Divine Palace]
[Talent: Heavenly Star]
[Divine Gift: Superior]
【Spiritual Appearance: Based on the Demon Subduing Dragon Divine Sword, it is compatible with all forms and spirits... It was nurtured in thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally formed by ninety-nine divine patterns...
Dharma Aspect Potential: Divine Level (Part 1)]
[Gifted with extraordinary talent and superior comprehension... He made great achievements in martial arts training when he was young, and obtained the Demon Subduing Dragon Divine Sword, which took the initiative to recognize him as its master... He fought fiercely in the world, using thousands of strong men as his whetstone, and cultivated the "first-class sword intent"...
...Use incense and blood washing ritual to cut off the human blood, reshape the body of the cloud demon, transform the talent, and achieve the achievement of the temple...
Current bone age (31)】
……
[Comment: There are people with extraordinary talents in this world, but few people have the heart to pursue the truth…]
[Overall evaluation: Excellent]
[Those who pass the 'Excellent' assessment can enter the 'Temple Trial' directly without having to climb the mountain]
优！
"it is good!"
When the light screen appeared, the silence under the observatory was instantly broken, and the floor tiles under Emperor Qian's feet shattered into powder with a "crack":
"Good, good, good!"
The sleeves of his robe moved without wind, and the depression in Emperor Qian's heart was instantly swept away.
Three years ago, after learning how the Thousand-Eyed Master fell, he gave up the idea of fighting for the Eight Directions Temple.
Even someone as powerful as the Thousand Eyed Master couldn't win against the Third Level, let alone others?
Even if he performed the incense-burning and blood-washing ceremony later, he still felt like a heavy stone was weighing on his heart until this moment...
"God bless your majesty, God bless your lord!"
Wu Yingxing and others also breathed a sigh of relief, looking excited.
Is it really done?
Huang Longzi sighed in his heart.
Compared to Wan Zhuliu, he prefers Li Yuan to be the founder of the temple, for the latter is just a native without roots, while the former has not only the Yunmo clan but also the Thousand-Eyed Master behind him.
A god, even a fallen one, is never easy to deal with.
'Pity. ’
Although he felt a little complicated, Huang Longzi smiled:
"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
Everyone bowed their hands.
"The overall situation has been decided!"
Emperor Qian relaxed his brows, and the gloom he had felt for many days disappeared.
The reason Li Yuan was able to defeat the Thousand-Eyed Master was because he fought against a level three opponent, not because he was really strong enough to defeat gods. Once he lost the advantage of realm, what could he use to fight Wan Zhuliu?
……
"Bone age is thirty-one?!"
"How could his bone age be 31? Washing his blood with incense? Reducing his bone age at the cost of his life span? What a cruel method!"
"He's crazy?!"
The expressions of everyone at the foot of Bafang Mountain changed, and they looked at Wan Zhuliu with eyes full of surprise, suspicion, and a strange kind of pity.
"Tianxing!"
Looking at the evaluation of himself on the light screen, Wan Zhuliu felt neither sad nor happy, but his eyes twitched violently.
He had endured the pain of being burned in flames for three years and most of his life, and had spent all the resources of the imperial court and cultivated to the realm of a divine palace, yet he was still evaluated the same way as that brat?
How can this be? !
He could feel the fearful and suspicious gazes of Zen Master Da Ding and others, but he seemed to be oblivious to it until the light and shadows all around him intertwined and transformed into a fighting arena, and then he came to his senses.
He could vaguely sense that there was something strange in the looks that Zen Master Da Ding and the others gave him, but he didn't have time to think about it.
The moment he came back to his senses, he had already seen the young Taoist walking out from the other side of the arena, carrying a heavy hammer:
"Li Yuan!"
Wan Zhuliu let out a long sigh and cut off all distracting thoughts in his mind. The Dragon God Sword in his hand made a violent trembling sound, like a tide.
"Wan Zhuliu."
Li Yuan stood with his hammer, his expression calm.
Feeling the sword energy that was like a raging ocean, and looking at Wan Zhuliu, whom he once regarded as a formidable enemy, there was no ripple in his heart.
After taking a few glances, he looked up at Dong Ershisan, whose voice also sounded at the right time:
"Wan Zhuliu, gifted with the heavenly star... rated as excellent!"
"Li Yuan, gifted with divine powers... rated as excellent (upper)!"
"According to the rules, only those who defeat the opponent by one level can take his place!"
(End of this chapter)