Chapter 626: Lingyin and Zhanqi
Chapter 626: Lingyin and Zhanqi
uh~
The eagle screams loudly.
Above the Dragon and Tiger Mountains, eagles spread their wings, guarding the King of Eagles in the center.
There is a group of eagles raised in Longhu Mountain. They are all spiritual birds. They eat flesh and blood every day and swallow spiritual pills every month. They have a wingspan of three meters and can fly with people. The king of eagles is the best among them, with a wingspan of more than six meters.
"It's finally starting."
Li Yuan was sitting on the back of an eagle, overlooking the sea of clouds. His eyesight was very good, and he could vaguely see the Longshan courtyard. His second brother, his wife, and two little ones were all outside the courtyard watching him go away.
On the sixth day after the end of the year, Pang Wenlong, who had been hunting down the Evil God Cult for several months, sent a message to all sects to gather in the imperial capital.
Li Yuan naturally had to come along, otherwise it would be too obvious that he was fishing.
"I don't know what Lao Pang has prepared, I hope he can force Wan Zhuliu out."
Glancing at the ugly red face on the eagle's back, Li Yuan felt somewhat worried. The immortal's guidance did not bode well.
"Wow!"
The eagle cried loudly, and the king of feathered eagles flapped its wings. All the feathered eagles followed, carrying a group of elders and true disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Temple into the sea of clouds.
There were three people in total on the Lingying that Li Yuan rode. In addition to Chi Lian, there was also Qi Benchu, the reincarnation of a miraculous creature.
“The rolling sea of clouds is magnificent!”
Qi Benchu looked down at the sea of clouds and was quite excited.
Although Longhu Temple treated him well in the past few years, the days of house arrest were still depressing. Although he was still on the job, looking at the magnificent sea of clouds, the depression in his heart could not help but dissipate a little.
【Xuanmen Tongtian Sword (Level 11)】
Li Yuan glanced at him. To be precise, it was the eleventh-level Xuanmen Tongtian Sword in his body. This broken sword with only the hilt left was most likely a twelfth-level top-grade spiritual treasure when it was intact.
"The fate of those who are born into a strange world..."
Li Yuan was more curious than wary of this man who was reborn from a strange creature.
He was very curious about how such a wonder could be reborn as a human being. Moreover, according to legend, such people who were born by nature were extremely talented and might have strange physiques.
"I wonder what hidden physique he has, a Dharma body, a demon body, a divine body, or a holy body?"
Li Yuan closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation. He was not a Taoist priest of the Dragon Demon Sect. Although he was curious, he had no interest in dissection.
If it were that Dragon Demon Taoist, he would have dissected this kid thoroughly long ago.
"call!"
The eagle flapped its wings, and the wind whistled, but it was blocked out by the true energy released by Li Yuan.
Dayun's territory is extremely large, and the distances between the various states are extremely far. Even riding on a feather eagle, it would take some time to reach them. Qi Benchu was initially very excited as he looked around and overlooked the sea of clouds, but later he became bored.
He looked at Chi Lian, then at Li Yuan who was meditating with his eyes closed. There was no one to talk to, so he could only sit down dejectedly, take a deep breath, adjust his breathing, and enter into a state of meditation.
A few years ago, he boldly asked Pang Wenlong to be his disciple, and the latter actually taught him the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. He practiced diligently and had already entered the door a year ago.
"call!"
"Suck!"
Li Yuan's breathing was long and light, and you couldn't even hear it if you didn't listen carefully.
He concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, multitasking, visualizing, breathing, and honing the acupoints in his body, comprehending the Six Classics of Xuanbing and the map of Kunpeng's true form, and at the same time groping for the Sky-Escape Boat, he also devoted some of his attention to entering the gray stone platform.
hum~
Various colors flickered on the stone platform, most of them were weapons, a small part were incense, but the most eye-catching thing was the pale white ball of fire hanging above the wooden tablet.
"If people are not burdened by their physical form..."
Li Yuan was pondering over the ritual he had learned from Xuan Daozi in his mind, and at the same time, he was also sorting out the sound coming from the wooden talisman.
Ever since he got the wooden tablet, he has been consciously listening to the sound without interruption for many days. However, until now, he has burned a lot of incense, but not a single one has been related to this ceremony.
It is worth mentioning that since that time he listened to the heavenly sound, he could sometimes hear some sounds from Tianshiyuan in his daily listening.
This change has both good and bad effects.
The advantage is naturally that the scope of listening is greatly expanded, but the disadvantage is that various listenings become more and more disorganized, with all kinds of useful and useless listenings mixed together from all over the world, which requires a lot of energy to sort out.
[…On the Prison Dragon Star, a young man accidentally encountered a dangerous place, in which he saw a huge creature with cold scales and dragon whiskers waving. The mountains rose and fell with its breathing… (Level 12)]
[…From time to time, bursts of mournful cries were heard on the Blood Phoenix Star. Blood phoenixes were hovering over many cities. In the cities, many alien races were demolishing the Blood Phoenix Temples…Without my God, the offerings were cut off… (Level 12)]
[…A place guarded by the stars, Tianshiyuan stretches across the stars. Even the biggest stars and moons are as small as eggs under its brilliance. The ancestral lands of countless sects and clans are all in it.
According to ancient legend, all gods of Tianshiyuan, regardless of their origins or races, achieved enlightenment here... (Thirteenth Stage)]
[… Entering the Dao and becoming a true being, this is the largest clan in the Three Enclosures. The rules of the human race are recognized by all other clans… (Level 9)]
[…According to legend, the seventh level of talent did not come from the various realms, and can even be traced back to before the establishment of the Origin Divine Dynasty… (Eleventh Level)]
……
Messy and chaotic!
Various sounds of listening kept echoing in his ears, and Li Yuan frowned as he combed his hair.
These were some of the highest quality music he had heard in those days.
If you say they have no value, the quality of each one is not low. If you say they have value, the places they come from are extremely messy. Even if there are many treasure troves, they are out of reach.
"The source of the listening sound must have something to do with me, maybe it's because of the distance, or maybe it's some other reason..."
Li Yuan muttered to himself. The Prison Dragon Clan Star, the Blood Phoenix Star, the Sky Market, and the Dao of Enlightenment… These sounds were either what he saw, heard, or experienced personally, and they were not completely random.
He walked around the wooden talisman, his eyes never leaving the pale divine fire. What he wanted to hear most was naturally the sound related to the ritual of this fire.
"In theory, I can hear the sound of this flame, but it's still quite random and depends more on luck..."
"How about trying fingering?"
There are two listening modes for the Palm Sound Talisman, random and designated. The designated mode is divided into four types: life, death, treasure, and passing away. However, because the designated bell tones consume too much incense, he listens randomly most of the time.
"If that doesn't work, try the designated bell sound... But what category does this fire, or ritual, belong to? It has nothing to do with life and death, but the precious sound? It can barely be considered... Maybe, it's the sound of the dead?"
Li Yuan's thinking is divergent.
Among the four designated listening methods, the one he used the least was the Lost Sound. The sixteen times normal consumption was really painful.
"Try it."
Li Yuan's mind moved, and he designated Ling Yin, while silently reciting "If people are not burdened by their physical bodies". Although he knew that this would not affect the Palm Sound Talisman, he still hoped that it would have a little bit of impact.
hum~
A faint white light appeared on the wooden tablet.
[…Before Yan Chunyang died, he was unwilling and desperate… (Seventh Level)]
[…Mountains are not easy to move, and the wind is blowing. More than 700 years ago, an inner sect disciple from Mount Longhu entered the mountains in order to enter the Dao. He finally passed away in a secret place in the mountains, leaving behind a furnace of health-preserving pills and a semi-divine weapon. He hoped that future generations would be able to find his remains… (Seventh Stage)]
The sound of the past, as the name suggests, is the sound from the past.
During the years since the Palm Sound Talisman was opened, Li Yuan had naturally tried it, but the sounds of the dead were far more numerous than the sounds of the living, and many of them were the last words left by the dying.
"I was lucky these two times."
Li Yuan nodded and took note of Lingyin. He was not interested in Yan Chunyang's unwillingness before his death, but thirty-two strands of first-level incense in exchange for a semi-divine weapon, this deal was certainly not a loss.
But he also knew very well that this was just an accident. Most people would arrange their affairs before they die, and the things left behind by people who died suddenly would often not be preserved until now.
"A seventh-level palm sound talisman can at least hear the seventh-level sound, but the grade of this fire must be at least fourteen or fifteen levels, right? Normally, this requires at least the seventh or eighth level of incense..."
It would be fine if you could get the desired sound accurately, but why would you consume sixteen strands of seventh-level or higher incense sticks at once to try your luck?
Li Yuan didn't have this idea at all.
Therefore, he just thought about it in his mind, and the incense consumed was still below the seventh level, or to be more precise, below the sixth level.
"Let's try our luck..."
……
"A strong wind is coming!"
In Hengshan City, on a street somewhere, under the black umbrella of a fortune-telling stall, Huang Longzi raised his head as if he had sensed something, and watched the group of eagles disappear into the sea of clouds.
"My poor junior sister, do you think that a beginner like you can point out a good way?"
Huang Longzi pinched his five fingers and opened his eyes after a while:
"The Cloud Demon has arrived, and both jade and stone will be destroyed... Tsk, stone can be destroyed, but jade cannot!"
call!
Huang Longzi walked with an umbrella and disappeared on the street.
It is difficult for a true dragon to emerge from shallow water, and it is difficult for a rare flower to bloom in a barren land. It goes without saying that a god-and-devil-level genius born in such a tiny remote place must have been born with great fortune.
Apart from the Eight Directions Temple, this is the greatest fortune of this world.
……
……
"call!"
"Suck!"
In a quiet and secluded place, Wan Zhuliu embraced the Demon-Subduing Sword, sitting in meditation and absorbing it. A huge ink-black dragon slowly raised its head behind him, and the large sun mirror hanging on the dragon's horn flickered with the light of incense.
At a certain moment, Mo Long roared.
Wan Zhuliu frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and saw a tiny fire flashing in the distance. Wang Jin stepped over and bowed, saying:
"Your Highness, a spy sent a letter saying that a few days ago, a flock of eagles moved over the Dragon and Tiger Temple and flew to the imperial capital. Other martial arts sects also made unusual movements. It seems that Pang Wenlong was summoning them..."
"Pang Wenlong..."
Wan Zhuliu's voice was vague and vague: "How many evil gods did he kill?"
“It’s not fully counted, but there should be dozens.”
Wang Jin paused for a moment and said, "Among the nine great masters of the law, several were killed by him. It was a big show and many people saw it. Your Majesty suspects that this old guy wants to hold some kind of ceremony..."
"ceremony?"
Wan Zhuliu was not surprised: "It's nothing more than forcing us to show up."
"That?"
Wang Jin frowned.
"You go inform Thousand Eyes."
Wan Zhuliu had no intention of explaining and disappeared from Wang Jin's sight without making any move.
The latter frowned slightly and turned away.
(End of this chapter)