Chapter 67 Didn’t I Breakthrough and Become Stronger?
The golden elixir stage is also called the elixir formation stage. There are two types of monks in the elixir formation stage.
Those who understand the artistic conception of the field, and those who do not understand the artistic conception of the field.
The gap between the two is even wider than the gap between monks at the Dan Formation Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage.
The so-called field, as the name suggests, is when monks in the alchemy stage release their inner spiritual power to form a space that is conducive to improving their own combat power. For example, fire-based Taoist monks can create a field of fire to form their own home field. As for the artistic conception, for swords
Cultivation is the intention of the sword, and cultivation of Buddhism is the intention of Zen. It is each monk's own way.
Although realm and artistic conception are not the same thing, they often appear at the same time, and may also be understood as two forms of internal and external manifestations of the same realm.
No matter how you explain it, the realm and artistic conception are quite sublime abilities, and some monks have not been able to understand them until they reach the distant realm.
Unexpectedly, Yang Chusheng had an epiphany in the midst of great danger just before Jiang Chou's flying sword broke through the air!
A flash of light flashed in Yang Chusheng's eyes, and the surging cultivation level swept across him like a vast ocean.
Layers of ripples like water waves spread out with him as the center, covering a range of fifty meters around him!
As soon as Fei Jianfu, who was originally very fast, entered the ripple field, it was like entering a muddy swamp, and his speed was greatly reduced!
Yang Chusheng's Taoism tends towards chaos and distortion. The previous Golden Wheel Mirror had some properties of distorting light and swallowing space, and the same is true for the ripple field displayed at this moment.
Yang Chusheng laughed heartily, and his voice echoed throughout the sky above Qinghe County.
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Fifty meters away from Bai Yujing's gate in Qinghe County, people in the middle passage stood under a tree, hesitating whether to knock on Bai Yujing's door.
He also saw the sword light falling into Qinghe County like a meteor. Because he was standing far away, he could even see that the sword light started from the north of Qinghe County.
Jiang Chou must have taken action.
The speed of the sword light was so fast that the people in the middle passage even suspected that Yang Chusheng died under the sword light before he could explain the matter clearly to Brother Bai Yujing.
The little Taoist priest is so scary... If he reports to Bai Yujing and causes the little Taoist priest to take revenge, under such sword light, there will be absolutely no way for him and the Zhongtong Sect to survive!
Or...forget it?
Before the people in the middle passage had time to sort out their thoughts, they saw that the sword light that was moving forward suddenly slowed down, as if it had encountered some obstacle, and its progress was extremely slow.
Elder Yang fought back?
He looks like he can block the little Taoist priest's sword?
How can this be?
Are monks in the Dan-formation stage so powerful?
People in the middle passage felt their hearts tremble.
If Yang Chusheng could survive this sword attack and found that he had not sent him a message, then the fate of himself and the Zhongtong Sect would still be death!
How about...knock on the door?
The people in Zhongdao fell into the dilemma that County Magistrate Pei Qian was most familiar with.
"boom"
Just as the people in the middle passage were hesitating, Bai Yujing's door suddenly opened behind him, and a group of monks wearing Bai Yujing's official uniforms filed out, looking up at the sword light in the sky in Qinghe County.
The people in Zhongdao recognized that the leader was none other than the chief inspector of Bai Yujing in Qinghe County. Bai Yujing’s only silver medal inspector here was Yan Wenkang.
However, what shocked the people in the middle passage was that Yan Wenkang, as the leader of all the monks in Bai Yujing, Qinghe County, was standing respectfully behind a young man with a sharp face, as cold as an ax and a knife.
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This man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his skin was a little strangely white. It was not as white as porcelain like Chonglou, but as white as paper, with a hint of incongruous morbidity.
His eyes were even more horrifying.
There are no eyeballs, only the whites of the eyes. Countless storms seem to be brewing in the vast whites, and there are even blue veins sprouting from the corners of the eyes!
The young man put his hands behind his back and looked quietly at the sky in Qinghe County with his eyeless eyes, his expression a little surprised.
The next moment, his eyes retracted and fell on the person in the middle passage.
People in the middle passage felt as if they were struck by lightning, their bodies motionless.
At this moment, under these unknown eyes, the person in the middle passage felt that there was no secret in him.
"Who are you?" the man asked, his voice as cold and hard as lines carved in ice.
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In Xiaoqing's view, Jiang Chou's eyes were closed tightly, and his brows were furrowed.
"What's wrong, senior brother?"
Chonglou stood up with a bang, walked quickly to the opposite side of Jiang Chou, looked at his brows and asked worriedly.
"It seems that this sword did not go as smoothly as expected." Jun Jue said in a deep voice.
The help of Wanjuanshu only expanded the range of Jiang Chou's sword, but did not increase the power of the flying sword itself.
But even so, could Yang Chusheng cause trouble to Jiang Chou's sword?
"Yang Chusheng has an epiphany in the ripple field, which can slow down and distort all enemies and attacks that enter the field." The writing is displayed on the Wanjuan book.
"I see."
Taoist Jun Jue showed a hint of surprise: "I didn't expect that Yang Chusheng could break through before he died, and could comprehend the realm at the peak of the golden elixir. This person's talent is quite good..."
"Old man, where are you from?" Chonglou glared at Jun Jue, "Quickly think of a way!"
"The only thing that can deal with the artistic conception of the realm is the artistic conception of the realm." Old Taoist Jun Jue glanced at Jiang Chou and said slowly.
Jiang Chou's current strength mostly relies on the inherent quality advantage of the immortal energy in his body and his extremely high personal talent. If we really talk about his combat skills and realm, it has to be said that there is still room for improvement.
If Yang Chusheng didn't understand the realm, then with Jiang Chou's three-pointed momentum, he could directly kill Yang Chusheng.
But at this moment, Yang Chusheng was stronger than Jiang Chou in the fighting realm, and the three-axe no longer had the power to crush him.
But, there is still a chance.
"Chou'er doesn't have a domain for the time being, but don't forget, you also have such things as artistic conception, Chou'er." Old Taoist Jun Jue looked at Jiang Chou and reminded him seriously.
Although Jiang Chou closed his eyes, he could still hear the conversation between Chonglou and Jun Jue.
Hearing this, his handsome eyebrows twitched slightly.
The next moment, there was a new evil intention between his brows, and a frightening and strong murderous intention emanated from his body.
"Bang"
The phantom of the white tiger, which had not been seen for many days, appeared on Jiang Chou's shoulder.
The white tiger lay down bored, licked his front paws, narrowed his eyes, and waved his paws gently towards the night sky.
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"Hahaha, little Taoist priest, your strength really surprised me, but unfortunately... that's the end of it!"
"I will break your sword first and see what else you can do!"
Yang Chusheng laughed, and his hands lit up with golden light. The golden light was so distorted that even his hands could not be seen clearly.
At this moment, the peach wood sword, which was already extremely slow, suddenly trembled slightly and erupted with a silent sword cry!
This sword cry directly ignored the ripple field and rang in Yang Chusheng's mind!
For a moment, Yang Chusheng seemed to see a huge white tiger as big as heaven and earth burst into his mind, raising its head and roaring, and its overwhelming murderous intent instantly defeated all his mental defenses.
His eyes were dull for a moment and his hands were lowered.
The ripple field swayed slightly, overflowing and collapsing in all directions.
With a "pop" sound, the peach wood sword passed through the body without any hindrance.
Leaving a pool of hot blood in the air.
Yang Chusheng's lifeless eyes suddenly widened, and he fell straight from the air.
How...how is it possible...
I...didn't I just break through and become stronger...
How could I, a dignified alchemy monk, die in the hands of a little Taoist priest?
I haven't had time to appreciate the desperate expression of the little Taoist priest...
No, it's impossible...
"Bang"
His body fell on the street of Qinghe County, bleeding from all the orifices, eyes wide open with anger, and chest sunken.
A pool of blood slowly spread out from under his body.
It's no different from ordinary people. This chapter has been completed!