Chapter 625 Life and Death
Chapter 625 Life and Death
bang~
Bang~~
Strong winds surged above the scorched earth, and the sound of vital energy exploding was endless.
In the distance, a strange bird with a human head was squatting on an old tree watching the battle. Looking at the two people fighting fiercely, surprise flashed in its eyes from time to time.
Because of Li Yuan, it still had some impression of Han Chuijun, but he was just an old guy who was not young but had not yet entered the Tao and had mediocre qualifications.
Even reaching the twelfth floor of the tower only gave it a slight interest.
There is no other reason, it’s just that his talent is too poor and his realm is too low.
But Li Yuan is different!
He was a temple founder who had fought his way to the thirty-sixth floor of the Taoist Soldier Tower and was a man with both fighting skills and talents.
At this moment, in its perception, Han Chuijun is certainly not as good as Li Yuan of the same level, but apart from the huge gap in endowments, the two seem to have similar talents in fighting?
"It's a pity that my talent is too poor..."
The human-headed strange bird felt a little regretful. It was a rare opportunity to meet a good Taoist soldier, but his talent was too poor. Even if he had gathered all the forms and practiced a strange technique, his talent was only at the level of a "dragon and phoenix among men".
The gap between him and the god-demon-level Li Yuan is greater than the gap between a grasshopper and a true dragon.
"Roar!"
The lightning was dazzling, and the friction and interweaving turned into the roar of a thunder dragon. Han Chuijun held the pestle and struck horizontally, like a thunder dragon poking its head out from the clouds, wanting to spew out the thunder of destruction to destroy all enemies.
"Old Han has made great progress!"
Li Yuan's eyes were bright. He actually sensed a hint of pressure?
Compared to a few years ago, Han Chuijun has made tremendous progress in both his Qi and martial arts. Although he has suppressed his state and restrained his edge, he has not used any palm control.
But it is rare in this world to find someone who can give him a little pressure in a confrontation with the same level!
"boom!"
With admiration in his heart, Li Yuan kept moving, holding the heavy hammer horizontally, and the dark green true energy surged behind him, turning into the shadow of a dragon whale.
Boom!
There was a sudden thunder and a surging air wave.
Li Yuan stood still, but Han Chuijun staggered back dozens of feet as if struck by lightning. He plowed deep marks in the scorched earth, and the earth and rocks surged, with smoke and dust billowing.
"do not fight!"
Han Chuijun walked out of the smoke and dust with messy hair and looked quite disheveled.
"You haven't lost yet, come again?"
Li Yuan was still not satisfied, and it felt really good to give guidance to Lao Han.
"..."
Han Chuijun shook his arms, put away the demon-subduing pestle, his eyes were complicated, and he sighed: "You are just short of letting me use my two hands, what else can we fight?"
Looking at Li Yuan standing there, seemingly without even moving a step, Han Chuijun's heart was in turmoil.
I still remember that when I first met this kid, he was so weak that I could beat a group of them with one hand. But in less than ten years, the situation has been completely reversed. Now this kid can beat a whole group of me with one hand.
"What are you talking about? I have almost exhausted all my strength in this battle."
Li Yuan was very humble, and mainly he wanted to give some advice to Lao Han.
"is it?"
Han Chuijun keenly sensed the boy's "malicious intentions" and snorted coldly: "How much strength did you use?"
"Ninety-nine percent!"
"You fart!"
Looking at the serious Li Yuan, Han Chuijun's beard fluttered with anger: "You didn't even move your feet, what are you talking about 99%?"
"What? Do you think I can't afford to lose?"
"Uh……"
Seeing that Old Han was furious, Li Yuan could only answer truthfully:
"About 50 percent."
"That's pretty much it."
Han Chuijun's tone calmed down. Although he still felt that there was something fishy in this boy's words, he didn't intend to ask any more questions.
If this kid said "just give me some strength", he would vomit blood.
"I have tried my best."
Even though he knew that he was no match for his opponent, Han Chuijun still felt a little sad when he lost so thoroughly in a battle of the same level:
"As expected of a god-devil level talent."
"This is not a god-level gift..."
Li Yuan complained in his heart but didn't say it out loud to attack Lao Han.
But in fact, even if he suppressed his realm, without the blessing of the Weapon Control Scroll, his own talent was only "Unrivaled (Part 1)". If it was really a god-devil-level talent...
……
At the foot of Bafang Mountain, Li Yuan lit a bonfire.
Beside the campfire, the master and disciple exchanged martial arts. What was different from many years ago was that now most of the time it was Li Yuan who talked and Han Chuijun who listened.
Old Han didn't mind being taught martial arts by his disciples. He was sincere in learning martial arts and would take the initiative to ask questions when he encountered something he didn't understand. He also accepted all the martial arts taught by Li Yuan.
"Your Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon was born from the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra, but it is quite different. I think you can practice both. The priority is up to you to decide."
Li Yuan talks about his experience in practicing the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra.
All of Han Chuijun's cultivation came from the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra, so he was able to master this magical skill very quickly. After all, he had more than seventy years of foundation, but he was naturally much inferior to him.
This has nothing to do with hard work, it is purely a difference in talent.
Today, even without the blessing of the Weapon Control Talisman, Li Yuan's speed in practicing various martial arts is enough to make anyone in the world dumbfounded.
"Ah."
Han Chuijun spoke briefly and to the point, and rarely interrupted Li Yuan except to ask questions.
Li Yuan had nothing to hide from Old Han. When asked, he taught him everything he knew, just like when Old Han taught him martial arts.
Finally, he took out a silk book from his bosom:
"This is the experience gained by my disciple in practicing martial arts over the years. You can take a look at it in your spare time. It may be of some benefit to you."
These days, or in other words, in the past three years, he has written many silk books based on the talents and martial arts learned by his old friends. This book is naturally written specifically for Han Chuijun.
But unlike the silk books given to his second brother, Ms. Fang, and Ba Wanli, this booklet is closer to him, because his path is derived from Han Chuijun, and the two are extremely similar.
"Have a heart."
Han Chuijun felt a little strange, as if his roles were reversed and he was the disciple, but he was not particular about details, so he took the booklet and flipped through it. "You..."
This silk book was not thick, only about a few dozen pages, so it was certainly not a martial arts secret book, but Han Chuijun's eyelids jumped when he saw it, and he immediately reacted:
"Ready to leave?"
"should be?"
Li Yuan was not quite sure either. Pang Wenlong's intention was to kill Yun Mo, Qian Yan and Wan Zhuliu, and then use the incense and offerings from the court to give him two mysterious weapons. He would then set off after everything was ready.
"It's a world beyond heaven."
Han Chuijun was somewhat yearning for it. Naturally, he had a share of the information about Tianshiyuan that Li Yuan had collected. He was also very interested in that large realm that was said to gather countless geniuses and outstanding people.
"Tianshiyuan has plenty of great medicines to change one's own endowment. I'll bring you one when I come back."
Li Yuan was very optimistic about Han Chuijun, not only because of their master-disciple relationship, but also because Old Han's temperament and determination were among the best among the warriors he had seen in recent years. If he could make up for his lack of talent, it might be possible for him to cultivate into a divine palace.
"That's of course the best."
Han Chuijun smiled. He never refused the kindness of his disciples.
The Bafang Temple was very quiet under the night sky. The masters of several major Taoist sects were quietly studying the Bafang Atlas. The master and disciple chatted for a long time. When Li Yuan felt that he had told all his martial arts experience over the years, it was already bright in the sky.
"Okay, I've said everything I need to say."
Han Chuijun quietly kept Li Yuan's words in mind and immediately began to drive people away.
"..."
Li Yuan was speechless, then smiled and waved his hand, ready to leave. Suddenly, he turned around and asked:
"Don't you have any instructions for me? I'm going on a long journey and may never come back."
"Oh? If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it."
Han Chuijun patted his forehead, pretending to understand something, and warned: "You are responsible for breaking the calamity, so be careful along the way, hide if you can, and make sure you come back alive..."
He paused and said:
"No matter what happens to others, I am only a hundred years old and I haven't lived long enough. You must come back alive to save me!"
"what?"
Li Yuan was stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You are too straightforward!"
"if not?"
Han Chuijun glanced at him.
"What if you were me?"
Li Yuan changed the way of asking questions.
"What if it's the old man?"
Han Chuijun grinned:
"Tianshiyuan is a great place, I am so happy here that I don't miss home. As for other people, well, everyone has their own destiny, life and death are in the hands of God. I am not a god, it is not easy for me to live, how can I care about so many things?"
"This……"
The master and disciple looked at each other, were silent for a moment, and then both laughed.
"Disciple remembers it!"
Li Yuan bowed, waved his hand and left.
Han Chuijun didn't say anything else. He took out a elixir and swallowed it, then entered the Taoist Tower again.
His disciple was stronger than himself, and he was happy but unwilling to accept it.
This military tower has thirty-six floors. Li Yuan can go there, and so can Han Chuijun!
Do not!
"I want to reach the eighty-first floor!"
Han Chuijun is ready to fight, full of fighting spirit.
As for that damn disaster...
Everyone has his own destiny, life and death are in the hands of God, why should we care about so many things!
……
……
Before leaving Bafang Temple, Li Yuan still met Dong Twenty-three.
At the end of the corridor leading into the temple, Dong Twenty-three was sitting cross-legged. He was not surprised to see Li Yuan coming, and just looked at him indifferently.
"How can we open a path outside the Netherworld?"
Li Yuan took a deep breath. He had asked a similar question a few years ago, but he still wanted to ask before leaving.
"Become the master of the East Temple."
Dong Twenty-Three answered calmly.
"..."
Li Yuan was speechless.
Dong Twenty-three did not hide the path to becoming the master of Dongmiao.
By passing the temple entrance and defeating other entrants, you can become an East Border Walker. After defeating other East Border Walkers, you can become the Master of the East Temple.
Direct and clear.
The issue is……
“I can’t do that!”
Li Yuan gritted his teeth.
In the past three years, he had also tried to enter the temple for trial, but many attempts were stuck at the first level of entering the temple. He could not defeat 'himself' who was at that moment blessed by many mysterious soldiers and had the talent of a true god or demon.
After many fierce battles, the best result was neither victory nor defeat.
Now, with the Heavenly Fire Samadhi Seal, he is confident that he can pass the first level. But what good is it if he passes it? It is only the first level.
The corridor fell into silence.
After a moment, Li Yuan turned and left.
"Twenty-three Master..."
The strange bird with a human head that appeared out of nowhere expressed some regret: "Are we just going to let him go like this?"
"Walk?"
Dong Twenty-three slowly closed his eyes:
"Once he enters the temple, he has no say over whether to stay or leave."
(End of this chapter)