Chapter two hundred and thirty seventh seizing the gods
After Wu Zichen came out of the valley, he did not rush in randomly, but as if he had a clear goal, he walked directly along a mountain range and flew towards a place where a group of white cranes were flying.
The scenery inside the spiritual and mysterious realm is beautiful and rich in color. It looks like a landscape painting, as if everything here is unstained by the dust of the world.
It's just that he flew here, and although all the mountains and rivers were changing, they always gave people a dull feeling and seemed very twilight.
At this time, a pavilion standing on a mountain ridge appeared in his field of vision. He turned his eyes, lowered his gaze, and finally stood on the large platform paved with blue bricks.
The middle-aged Taoist who was supposed to go to Zangshan Tongzhuan was standing here at this moment. When he saw him coming, his face darkened and he said: "What's going on with you? Didn't you say you just came here to fight? If so
If you fail in the fight, there are still people who say, why do you kill them as soon as you come up?"
Wu Zichen said calmly: "They threatened me."
The middle-aged Taoist snorted, flicked his sleeves, and said: "That's all, I've temporarily put this matter on Xuanfu's head for you. I'm trying to send the irrelevant people outside, but I can't hide this matter."
It won't be long, so whatever you want to do, do it quickly, and leave as soon as you're done."
Wu Zichen looked at him and said, "I need to lead the way."
The middle-aged Taoist looked at him and said in a deep voice: "Follow me." After saying that, he jumped up, transformed into an obscure light, and led the way, and Wu Zichen followed suit.
Wei Huwei looked at this scene and said, "Is this one of yours?"
Wu Zhiyuan paused with his cane and said: "This is the person arranged here by our allies. The Lingmiao Mysterious Realm is so large that the monks usually do not gather together in one place. If there is no internal person to respond, it will be difficult for us to find him."
people."
Guard Wei said: "You are well prepared."
Wu Zhiyuan said in a deep voice: "It's a matter of great importance, so we have to be cautious."
More than a summer later, Wu Zichen and the Taoist came to a majestic dark green mountain, where there were cliffs, cliffs, deep ravines, thick clouds and mist, and occasionally the sound of cranes could be heard.
The middle-aged Taoist stretched out his hand and pointed, saying: "This is Cangshan Mountain. Cangshan Mountain is the only one in Lingmiaoxuan. The Shuiyue lineage monks are the best. The Shuiyue lineage has some connection with Master Bai Xiu, and Zangshan one lineage is the most famous one."
Meridian is the place where many sword cultivators gather.
Now that the Shuiyue lineage has long declined, there are only a few old men left in seclusion, and there is no need to go to this generation. Now the Zangshan lineage is the most profitable. If you want to fight, go to them."
Wu Zichen looked down and said, "Are they in the mountains?"
The middle-aged Taoist said: "The Cangshan Sword Cultivator has closed the mountain for retreat since he came back from Shuangzhou last time. Now everyone is here, so there will be no mistakes." He paused and said to Wu Zichen.
: "I've already explained the matter. It's up to you to do whatever you want, but remember not to involve me."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to be afraid of being discovered, so he hurriedly left.
After Wu Zichen left, he floated to the front of the mountain and said, "Wu Zichen pays homage to the mountain."
After a while, a deep voice came from the mountain: "My Tibetan Mountain Range has closed the mountain for seclusion and will not have any contact with the outside world for sixty years. Fellow Taoist, please go on your own."
Wu Zichen was silent for a while, but did not leave, but flew directly towards the mountains.
Although the Tibetan Mountains are said to be closed, they are not really closed. There are only a few psychedelic magic weapons placed symbolically.
The monks in the Lingmiao Mysterious Realm all have a tacit understanding. As long as they say retreat, no one will bother them on weekdays. What's more, the monks from the Zangshan lineage are the strongest in the entire Lingmiao Mysterious Realm.
If anyone dares to provoke me, there is no need to seal off the mountain road.
However, Wu Zichen is a creation monk. Although he has gained a lot of experience and inheritance from his consciousness, he never pays attention to this set of rules.
After flying into the mountain, he turned around and saw a place blocked by a huge stone door. He fell down directly and shook the mountain wall with his heart. After a while, he forcibly opened a gap and rushed forward without hesitation.
Come in.
The movement here naturally spread inside. Zangshan sword cultivators all came out of their retreats and came to a huge cave hall. Through the Huiguang Jade, everyone quickly saw what was going on in the cave.
Wu Zichen is advancing rapidly.
Guan Xuan said angrily: "Where did this person come from? He was so rude and went straight into the mountain? Do you really think that there is no one in our Tibetan Mountain lineage?"
Yu Fu looked at the jade and said: "This person looks like a Xuanxiu, but I don't remember that there is such a person among Xuanxiu."
Guan Xuan said: "What's so strange about this? Perhaps there has been a breakthrough recently?" He snorted, "In my opinion, this person must have seen Henry Zhang better than several of my senior brothers, and thought he had such patience.
, that’s why you came to look for me, so that you can gain fame!”
He turned to look at Taoist Lin, "Senior Brother Lin, what do you think we should do?"
Taoist Lin thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "Since senior brother has said to close the mountain, we can't go out. After that person comes over, we can meet him again."
At this moment, a gentle voice came from above and said: "Don't worry about it anymore. Go back and practice. I will deal with this person."
The person who made the voice was obviously very authoritative. When everyone heard it, they all claimed that he was right and then dispersed.
After Wu Zichen advanced for a long time, he suddenly stopped because the entrance to a grotto was revealed in front of him where the fog had originally covered it.
He paused for a moment and then walked inside.
As soon as he entered the cave, he heard the clear sound of dripping water coming from the deep distance, which seemed ethereal and misty.
This cave is not long, and after about a hundred steps, it reaches the end. There is light shining in from above, and below is a pool of water shimmering under the bright light. A Taoist wearing a cold blue thick sermon robe is carrying
Sit there facing him.
Wu Zichen said without any nonsense, "Wu Zichen came to ask for advice."
The Taoist didn't turn around, he just sat there and sighed, "Why come here?"
After Wu Zichen saluted, he took a step forward and was about to take action, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed a dazzling sword light flashing in front of him.
In the Tianjiyuan workshop, Wu Zhiyuan and others who were watching the battle attentively felt that the light in front of their eyes dimmed, and then flashed sharply for a few times, and then a blurry scene appeared that was moving so fast that it was almost impossible to recognize.
Finally, the screen scrolled a few times, and a clear blue sky appeared in the field of vision, and then it stopped motionless.
Master Jin asked in shock: "What is this? What happened just now?"
Guard Wei was silent for a while, and then said with difficulty: "He was beheaded. He was beheaded with one sword."
He saw that after Wu Zichen entered the Xuan Realm, he was almost invincible. He originally looked down upon these true cultivators, but when he saw the sword light just now, the sword intent that wiped out all life directly shined into his mind.
Even though he was just separated by a light curtain, his mind went blank and he was almost frozen, unable to move.
At this time, the sound of falling to the ground continued to be heard in the field. When he looked back, he saw more than ten master craftsmen falling down. It was obvious that they were affected when they saw this scene.
Immediately, many guards hurried up and checked each one one by one. They raised their heads and said, "Zhiyuan, they are not breathing."
Wu Zhiyuan's face was also a little pale. The sword light just now also caused him to be mentally traumatized. However, the divine robe he wore was slightly better. In addition, each of their master craftsmen wore a robe given to him by the sword.
They protected themselves with jade pendants, so they did not suffer an ordinary fate.
He shook his crutches and said, "Take it down and save him if you can."
The guards clasped their fists and immediately carried the person down.
Wu Zhiyuan turned around and said to Master Jin: "The first complex seems to have been destroyed, start the second complex immediately."
Master Jin said, and immediately went to the side to make arrangements.
The advantage of creation lies in this. As long as there are enough materials, it can be built repeatedly.
However, there are certain limitations for the creation monks. Tianjiyuan has spent all the materials in the past few decades and only built three complex bodies.
And in sixty or seventy years, if we put it in the entire continent, there will definitely be more than three mysterious cultivators who can reach this level.
But they don't think it's not worth it, because the appearance of the Creation Monk means that this path is feasible. As long as they create a starting point, there will naturally be descendants who will continue on.
What's more, their plan doesn't stop there.
After a while, a cabin rose up from below. Inside the glazed cabin was a body that was exactly the same as Wu Zichen. As the water inside was drained away, the cabin door opened, and amidst the smoke, the second body appeared.
The complex body also came out of itself.
Wu Zhiyuan looked at him and said solemnly: "Your registration name is 'Wuzi Si', continue what you did before."
Wu Zi nodded, raised his head, and in a flash, he turned into a ray of light and flew out along the previously opened passage.
Wei Huwei said: "Wuzhiyuan, are these two complex bodies exactly the same?"
Wu Zhiyuan said: "No, there are some differences in consciousness. The things that the first complex saw just now have been passed into his memory. To him, those things are like personal experiences. Other than that,
, there is another difference, Guard Wei will know about it later."
After Wu Zi left Tianjiyuan, he flew towards the mainland. He drove north and arrived in Dangzhou after only one day and one night, and entered the spiritual and mysterious realm again along the entrance of Dayi Temple.
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After he came in, he flew along the back of the mountain without stopping for a moment, and came to the vicinity of Zangshan Mountain again. But this time he did not rush into the mountain, but lowered his escape light into the flat land outside.
He walked a few steps, looked down, and saw a remaining palm on the ground, holding a divine eye in that hand. He reached out and grabbed it, and the severed hand floated up. He grabbed it again and put it on his forehead.
He put it down and closed his eyes at the same time, seeming to be receiving some information.
After a short while, the severed hand turned into a ball of ashes and scattered, and he also pressed the missing divine eye into the center of his eyebrows, and then with a flash of light, he flew towards Zangshan Mountain again.
