Chapter 850 On the other side of the Great Wilderness, Chen Su is listed;
Chapter 850 On the other side of the wilderness, there are many places in the world; through the ages, the road will last forever
The originally powerful and domineering Lord of Guixu had his head smashed to pieces, his true spirit was completely annihilated, and he fell heavily to the ground. The white-haired Taoist narrowed his eyes, although he understood that such a strong man was only half a step away from the top ten peaks.
, there must be a way to lock in the future present and return in the long river of time.
But he couldn't stop it.
It can kill, but there is no way to crush it completely in one go...
The Taoist felt his current situation.
In fact, the injury does not need to be much better than that of the Lord of the Ruins. It is just a forced operation of the Buzhou Mountain Kung Fu Body to maintain the most basic vitality. Once this mythical concept is dissipated, it will be like the old man who was hit on the waist by Gonggong.
If it's not the same, he will be severely injured and fainted to death.
In addition, his strength is simply not comparable to that of Lao Bu Zhou Shan.
It's possible that he died on the spot.
"The Lord of Guixu..."
"It's really amazing."
The Taoist forcibly suppressed his anger and turned around to see that the previous confrontation between him and the Lord of Guixu was extremely fierce. The four villains had already escaped according to the original instructions of the Lord of Guixu. It seemed that they had used the secret technique of Guixu.
I don’t know where my tone has transferred to a small world.
Wei Yuan looked at the corpse of the Lord of Guixu and his soul swept away.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
Gone……
All gone...
All the spiritual treasures, magic weapons, and foreign objects on this guy's body are all gone.
All were shattered.
Damn it... After being poor for so many years, I finally had the opportunity to pick up an exploded corpse, and it was just gone?! Who broke this treasure into pieces?
It's me, it's me, oooooo!
The white-haired Taoist raised the corner of his mouth, but in the end he just had no choice but to sigh with a smile.
I couldn't laugh at myself anymore, my whole body would burst into pieces if I laughed any more. The Taoist looked at the young boy over there and saw that he was wearing simple clothes, with a worried look on his face. He waved the child over, and the Taoist stretched out his hand.
He rubbed his hair: "Choke?"
"Um……"
"When did your mother, Queen Houtu, disappear?"
Cho Ming said: "Just a few years ago..."
A few years ago……
Emperor Wa has been missing for a long time. It seems that Hou Tu has finally found the trace. He went to the so-called Jade Xu Secret Realm and has not seen the return of the Taoist, so he decided to embark on the road to save Emperor Wa. The Taoist looked sad and said
: "...That's it."
"You know Empress Houtu, can you take me to find her?"
The Taoist smiled helplessly: "Ah... I also want to find her."
The young man in front of him suddenly gritted his teeth, prostrated himself, and kowtowed: "Then, can you accept me as your disciple and teach me the skills of swordsmanship and cultivation?"
The Taoist was slightly startled, then raised his hand to help him up, and said in a gentle voice: "Your innate physique has already surpassed ninety-nine percent of the world's practicing magic. If you follow the steps, you will be able to reach a place where you are strong enough. As for your sword skills..."
He smiled and said: "Your destiny is not with Pindao."
"As for me, I can't stay here for long."
After all, I don’t know when I will be able to return to the future, and I don’t know when this injury will break out.
The young man choked and looked sad.
The white-haired Taoist said with a carefree smile: "However, I still have some things to do. If you don't feel bored, you can follow me. Your future swordsmanship will never be worse than mine. If I pass on my swordsmanship to
Giving it to you will only affect your own talent."
"Even so."
"But I can still teach you the basic skills of swordsmanship."
The young man choked and was slightly startled, but then he was overjoyed.
He wanted to become a disciple, but the Taoist raised his hand to help him up. He shook his head and declined. He choked and helped the Taoist walk to the body of the Lord of the Ruins. The Taoist looked at the body of the ancient supreme being. His original lofty ideals were swallowed up by the world.
Dahuang and Kunlun were so high-spirited that they were just corpses after death.
"Returning from the years...?"
The white-haired Taoist said calmly to himself, flicking his sleeves and clenching his fingers together.
The young man Cho Ming suddenly heard a huge roar like thunder, and the earth shook, making him a little unsteady. Just as he was panicking and subconsciously reached out to grab the hem of the Taoist's clothes, his expression suddenly changed and he saw a huge tower on the horizon.
Incomparable mountains are flying towards this place.
An extremely tall man of God shouted in panic:
"I don't know why I am so powerful, why did you come here to rob me?!"
The Taoist's words were gentle and calm: "I am a poor Taoist, but I want to lend you a mountain."
"But, this mountain..."
The tall and arrogant man of God did not dare to resist, and the white-haired Taoist said in a gentle tone: "Don't worry, this poor Taoist has borrowed money and returned it. Today, I have formed a karma with you. In the next year, I will definitely make sacrifices for the many mountain gods in the Three Realms and Eight Wildernesses."
How about coexisting with the human race according to the specifications?"
A mere mountain god is not the leader of Kunlun. How can he be worshiped by human beings?
The mountain god was slightly startled, then he was overjoyed and worshiped again.
"This is your honor, please do as you wish."
"Please, please!"
The white-haired Taoist held the young Choi Ming with one hand and clasped the five fingers of his backhand. His eyes were dull. "Come back in the future? Even if I ask you to come back, you will never get back your original cultivation base so easily. That one
A heavy mountain range fell directly, sealing the body of the Lord of Guixu under it.
The five elements are interdependent and the changes are flowing. Many big trees have appeared on this mountain range. They are directly formed by extracting the remaining power from the body of the Lord of Guixu. Therefore, they are extremely majestic and soar into the sky. The tallest tree is only one tree.
It is a mustard seed that has absorbed the power of the Lord of Guixu. It is as high as three hundred miles, like a giant pillar, almost touching the sky.
"This, this is..." Cho Ming and many mountain gods were dazzled.
The Taoist pointed his pen at the same time and wrote a line of words at the foot of the mountain.
Every stroke of writing is extremely heavy and slow, gestating its own way.
"The ruins of Pindao Town are here."
Finally withdrew his palm, the Taoist felt the smell of blood appear in his mouth again, and his eyes were indifferent and calm.
Return?
For the poor Taoist, let's spend thousands of years practicing it step by step again.
The white-haired Taoist turned around, bowed slightly to the many mountain gods over there, and said in a gentle voice: "Well, I've thanked you all these years, so you don't need to be here. It's enough to just come and visit once in a while. This is also a wilderness, so it should be
No one dares to mess around."
"Don't dare, don't dare."
The mountain gods all dispersed.
Watching the white-haired Taoist strolling away with the handsome young man, the white-haired Taoist wore a black hairpin and the young man held a sword.
After a long time, many mountain gods turned around and looked at the thousands of miles of mountains. They were worried for a while and didn't know what to do. One of the mountain gods sighed: "Now we here, I'm afraid we can't use the original name.
,In this way, let’s give it a new name.”
"Everyone can put their names together and we'll make do."
The names in ancient times were all very complicated. In the end, the mountain god chose a name that was not that outrageous, and decided on it: "Shaking Potang Mountain!"
"Well, by the way, since this is the one suppressing the remnants of evil, let's add another evil name."
Another Laomaishan Shinto:
"Since it's that person's will, shouldn't this evil come first?"
"that's true……"
"Is there any problem? No problem!"
A group of mountain gods who were actually not very educated and reckless people made a decision immediately. They were very happy and proud. After getting drunk, they left each other. It was not until a very distant time that the name gradually spread.
.
………
In the vast wilderness, there is a mountain named Nieyaohuang.
There are buttresses on it, the pillars are three hundred miles apart, and their leaves are like mustard.
————"The Classic of Mountains and Seas·The Great Wilderness Eastern Classic"
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In the next three days, the Taoist took Yan Ming back towards the human race. Along the way, he taught the young man the basics of swordsmanship, which is the basic usage of swords that can be found in later generations. At other times, the Taoist will look for those spiritual materials.
Precious medicine.
What he held in his hand was a medicine that was stronger than the immortal flower that Jue had given himself back then.
But after Wei Yuan swallowed it, he only felt the majestic and warm medicinal properties like water dripping into a river, with no ripples at all. The Taoist looked at this flower and plant, threw it into his mouth helplessly, and felt
That slightly bitter taste.
As expected, it was because I was just a mortal.
That’s why the effect of the Immortal Flower is particularly obvious...
The Taoist thought, just like when his base number was only [one], something like the Immortal Flower with an energy value of over a thousand was extremely effective. But now, the Immortal Flower is just a drop in the bucket. The Lord of Gui Ruins returns with ten thousand methods.
The injuries caused by the power of ruins are probably only inferior to the full strength of the top ten.
Even compared to Emperor Wa and Hou Tu, who were not good at fighting, they were among the top ten.
This guy's attack power is more powerful.
If he hadn't been tempered by thunder and fire at that time, and later traveled through the years, and initially mastered the indestructibility of the Buzhou Mountain Kung Fu body, the body that fell there at that time might not just be the body of the Lord of Guixu. The sword light stopped.
, the Taoist raised his eyes and saw the young man over there choking.
The Taoist casually changed the clothes into a neat set using Taoist methods.
The young man also imitated the Taoist's example of arranging his hair that was originally hanging down.
Her hair is tied up with a wooden hairpin, and two long strands of hair hang down from her temples.
The young man is handsome and can perform martial arts with a sword, which is quite good. Wei Yuan holds his chin and points out the basic issues of Yan Ming's sword skills. He does not teach the advanced parts, but just teaches the most basic parts of sword skills just like his master taught him back then.
Give the choking sound in front of you.
Looking at the long river around me, I felt peaceful.
If he can't find any medicine to curb the rapid collapse of his injuries, even if Buzhoushan Gongti can lock his Qi, he will fall into a coma due to serious injuries. In the blink of an eye, he may have reached the modern age, but although Wei Yuan doesn't know the principle
, but there is an instinct that will directly block the door to the top ten.
The ten peaks exist forever in the past, present and future, and cannot be traveled to the past through other methods.
Then just wait for time to pass.
The results seem to be similar, but the characters are completely different.
"Senior, what are we doing here?" Cho Ming put away his sword, lit a fire and prepared to make some simple meals. The Taoist sat cross-legged on the bluestone and said, "Find a friend."
"friend?"
The young man choked and was confused.
"Heh... I am not qualified to be your friend."
Suddenly there was a vast and deep voice. In the wilderness, an old turtle slowly stepped out of the river. It was so huge that it frightened the cry, but its eyes were gentle and kind, like an old man.
The white-haired Taoist said: "I have met the old gentleman."
"Old sir?" Cho Ming was confused.
The white-haired Taoist introduced: "This is the man who met Fuxi when he carried Hetu Luoshu on his back."
"Haha, it's true that He Tu Luo Shu Fan couldn't bear it anymore, so I had to find someone who could cure him." The old turtle replied with a smile. The old turtle stared at the gentle white-haired Taoist with confused eyes, and finally
He just sighed: "I also know your purpose of coming."
"However, there is really nothing I can do about your injury."
This is the divine turtle carrying Hetu Luo Shu. The current situation is that even he seems to be unable to find a way to completely recover the Taoist's injuries without falling into a coma. The white-haired Taoist narrowed his eyes and said: "The old gentleman knows that poor people
Where does the Tao come from?”
"I don't know... I just know your intention."
The old wise man shook his head: "I just think I have to come here."
"Otherwise, it seems like I will miss someone."
"That's it..." The Taoist sighed helplessly and invited the old turtle to sit down and drink tea. His expression was still peaceful. He stood up to get the fishing rod. His steps suddenly paused. He looked up and saw the stars faintly emerging during the day. The old turtle's pupils shrank.
Only the young man at this moment has not yet reacted.
The old turtle turned into a human form, his expression changed several times, and finally said with a wry smile:
"It seems that someone who is qualified to be your friend has already arrived."
Then he bowed deeply.
The white-haired Taoist raised his eyes slightly and saw the light of the stars flowing, and his sleeves and robes swinging slightly.
Under the starlight, a slightly indifferent voice spoke: "Where is the Lord of Guixu?"
"killed."
"...You have a grudge against him?"
The white-haired Taoist said:
"No grudges, just a test of the sword."
The old man's skin was numb, his body was trembling, and the stars were falling. The young emperor with black hair and robes stood on the other side, and the white-haired Taoist held a bamboo pole with a gentle expression. The interplay of Qi and Qi made the old wise man
My heart was beating wildly, and my choking noise had been blocked by the Qi machine.
Finally, the white-haired Taoist smiled slightly, breaking the tit-for-tat atmosphere that almost made the old man unsteady, and gave up his hand:
"It's great to have friends from far away. Would you like to come and have a drink with me?"