Natural Fairy Species Chapter 227

  Chapter 227 Burial Valley

  Jiulian Zhenjun's edict clearly regards Ge Cang as one of the most powerful alchemy masters in Liang Guoxiu's world.

  Even though he is still a bit weaker in terms of cultivation.

   If the real Blood God and Fang Tiansheng were called away, it was to investigate the extermination of the Ci'en Temple.

  The other three people who have nothing to do with each other will be recruited, and the high probability is to deal with the fighting skills at the alchemy level.

   "Master, where is the Daoist Jiedan of the Holy Lotus Sect... If you really want to fight, is it true that Jiulian Zhenjun is going to use all outsiders, and none of the monks from the sect will play?"

  Bai Zichen secretly praised in his heart, Senior Brother Qi really thinks of himself every time, and helped him ask questions in advance.

"It's not that I'm boasting. None of the so-called holy sons and saintesses of these generations of the Holy Lotus Sect can go through 30 strokes in my hands... The latest generation of holy sons, Qu Yang, is pretty good, with a fire-type Heavenly Spirit Root aptitude, but the upper When I returned to the Liansheng Secret Realm, I just formed the alchemy, and my cultivation base is still too low."

  Realman Ge Cang speaks softly, but the content of his words is full of domineering, and he regards the sons and daughters of the Holy Lotus Sect as grass dogs.

   "The elders of the Holy Lotus Sect who have successfully formed alchemy mostly rely on resources to pile up, and the probability of turning into a baby is very small... If this is not the case, Jiulian Zhenjun will not spend money to pull the old man to switch to the Holy Lotus Sect."

  'It turns out that the seemingly infinitely beautiful Saint Lotus Sect still has such hidden dangers...'

  Bai Zichen's thoughts were circulating in his mind. Once the Nascent Soul Dazong like the Holy Lotus Sect is gone, it will definitely return to the darkest period.

   But for Qingfengmen, it may not be bad news.

  Nine Lotus True Monarch at least has a lifespan of more than a hundred years. If everything goes well, then the strength of Qingfengmen will be enough to grow to a level that no one can imagine.

"If it really develops to the situation where you have done a fight, the alchemy cultivator invited by the Bowl Arhat must also be a strong Beiyuan... This is a good opportunity for you to broaden your horizons and broaden your knowledge. Come out and travel more , Maybe you can find the inspiration for epiphany, and practice behind closed doors all year round is easy to fall into the mystery without knowing it."

  Realman Ge Cang obviously said this to Bai Zichen. If Cheng Danlun didn't mention it himself, he wouldn't be able to tell anything just from his appearance.

  Obviously he was worried about the Nascent Soul Seed from Qingfeng Sect, whose aptitude and talent would be enough to be a Holy Son in the Holy Lotus Sect, because he was suffocated by researching Danlun.

   "Thank you, Uncle Ge, for your suggestion."

  Bai Zichen murmured in his heart, if this happened two years later, you would have seen a perfect foundation-building cultivator working behind closed doors, and he was the kind who wanted to attack the perfect alchemy by generating alchemy theory.

  However, he is still quite interested in being able to watch the top-level real person's fighting skills up close.

   In particular, they also come from various schools and sects, even monks from outside the Liang Kingdom.

  Even if you can't know the directors of the family, learn more, and you won't be ignorant when you travel to various countries in the future.

   Among them, Wan Teng, the Supreme Elder of the Zheri Sword Gate, is most interested in him.

  Wan Teng is known as Liang Guoxiu's first sword cultivator in the immortal world for a hundred years, and no one can shake his position.

  Apart from Liang Guo's monks who specialize in flying swords, there is only the Zheri Jianmen family, and there is not much competition. He must still have real skills in kendo.

  Both are sword cultivators, Bai Zichen is very interested in the realm of swordsmanship of the Supreme Elder of the Hiding Sun Sword Sect.

  'I don't know if it's the great achievement of sword energy and thunder sound, or he has reached the state of refining sword into silk... If he appears on the stage, he must observe it carefully and learn by analogy. '

  Bai Zichen guessed that the Taishang elder's swordsmanship was between the second level and the third level.

   Further up the Jianguang differentiation, you don't even need to think about it.

  Even a kendo wizard like Xinghe Jianjun only stays in the fourth realm of kendo.

  If Wanqi can have the realm of Jianguang differentiation, his reputation will not be limited to this.

  The fourth realm of swordsmanship, the realm where one sword produces ten thousand dharmas, is enough for a sword cultivator who has formed a complete alchemy to have the ability to leapfrog fighting.

   It is of course impossible to beat Yuanying Zhenjun, but at least he can support hundreds of moves in the hands of the weakest Yuanying early stage.

  Comprehension of the realm of swordsmanship, Bai Zichen has the true interpretation of swordsmanship passed down by Xinghe Jianjun, which is the essence of Taibai Jianzong's understanding of swordsmanship.

  For the study of sword moves, he has the Wuzhen Sword Art, which is a summary of the sword arts achievements born in the tens of thousands of years of the Naihe sect.

   It can be said that apart from not having the guidance of a famous teacher, Bai Zichen's inheritance in the way of swordsmanship is no worse than that of the core disciples of any sword cultivating sect, and it will only be higher-end.

  Lack of guidance, his relationship with the mysterious holy body, and his good aptitude in the way of swordsmanship did not become a big problem.

   At most, some detours are taken when practicing swordsmanship, which is nothing more than a waste of time.

   will eventually return to the correct route.

  After talking with the two of them, Master Ge Cang closed his eyes and calmed down, and adjusted his state.

  If it is a real fight, the opponent will definitely send out the best monks who have completed alchemy. It is not easy for him who is behind in the realm to win.

   You must know that the territory of the Northern Yuan Dynasty is more than ten times that of the Liang Kingdom, and there are endless numbers of monstrous monks with amazing talents.

  But Bei Yuan is not like Liang Guo, only the Holy Lotus Sect dominates.

  There are only three Yuanying-level forces in Beiyuanzhong.

  Even in Fa Xiangzong, the Bowl Arhat is only one of the Supreme Elders, and it is far from being able to follow the words of Jiulian Zhenjun, and the monks in the immortal world of Liang Kingdom must obey orders.

  Bai Zichen and Qi Yue tiptoed back, so as not to affect Ge Cang's state.

  On the sixth day, the flying boat shook violently, and finally left the ten thousand zhang wind layer.

   Hovered in the air, found the destination, and plunged down.

  Buried in the Valley of Immortals.

  As soon as you walk into the valley, you can see coffins densely packed on half of the valley.

  On a hundred-foot altar in the center of the valley, there is a monk sitting opposite each other.

   Around the altar, there are more than a dozen monks, all of them are real people of alchemy.

  Among them, three monks in yellow robes and red robes were particularly eye-catching. The three of them fell to the ground, their hands knotted and their fingers twisted.

  The expression was like a smile but not a smile, full of Zen, and a thick Buddha light circulated endlessly on the three of them.

  As time went by, the Buddha's light became thicker and heavier, and the power it exuded faintly surpassed the realm of consummation of alchemy.

   "Hmph, bluff!"

  Real Blood God looks gloomy, anyone who is being targeted by an Arhat monk will feel bad.

  He holds the mystery of the great law of the sea of ​​blood of hundreds of evil spirits, the sea of ​​blood will never dry up, and it will never die or die.

  Even if surrounded by several alchemy cultivators, he is not afraid at all, and even if he loses, he has the ability to escape.

  But for people at the level of Yuanying Zhenjun, this so-called immortality becomes a joke.

   Yuanying Zhenjun strikes casually, and the true essence he brings may be several times that of a monk who has completed the alchemy. The key is the true meaning of the Dao contained in it.

  It is enough to transmit to every blood sea clone through a drop of blood, and there is no possibility of rebirth from the blood sea.

  If True Monarch Jiulian abandons him, Daoist Blood God really doesn't think he can escape back to Dali under the hands of Raising Bowl Arhat and find the protection of his senior brother.

   "It's not your fault!"

  Beside him, a middle-aged man with disheveled clothes and a high hat slanted on his face looked sad, holding a wine jug and drinking non-stop, with a large area of ​​wine stains on his chest.

   "Peng Zefeng, I've told you many times... I was in the midst of a battle with fellow Daoist Fang that day. It was impossible for me to clone myself into the Valley of Burying Immortals and wipe out all the gates of the Temple of Mercy."

  The real blood **** turned around abruptly, glaring at him.

   "Someone put the blame on me, don't let me find him out, I will never die with him!"

   "There are not many demon cultivators with this level of strength in the territory of Liang State, and even in the surrounding countries... As the arhats raised their bowls, they are already very close to the Nascent Soul Realm, so they will not leave any traces of their actions."

  Peng Zefeng took another gulp of spiritual wine, staggered on his feet, and said with a mouth full of alcohol.

   "Who doesn't know that you, Daoist Blood God, came from a great family, and you didn't make a move yourself... What about your senior brothers and sisters?"

   True Blood God remained silent, which was true on the surface, and he was the biggest suspect.

  Although destroying the Temple of Mercy would not do any good to the Blood Demon Sect, the image of the monks of the Demonic Dao who are cruel and must be retaliated has been imprinted in the minds of all the monks.

  For the purpose of angering or deterring others, it is also reasonable for the real blood **** to destroy the Ci'en Temple.

   "Okay, now is not the time to argue about this, let's wait for the result of the discussion between the real king and the arhat... No matter what, we must give Fa Xiangzong an explanation."

  Fang Tiansheng looked at the altar in the distance, his silver hair fluttering in the wind.

"It's actually a good choice to judge right from wrong in terms of fighting skills. No matter whether you win or lose, the arhat raised his bowl to stand out for the Buddhist monks who defected to him, and against the previous Nascent Soul Zhenjun at the same level... this step is enough. gone."

  When several people talked, they all cast restrictions.

  Under the superposition of layers, even if Zhenjun Yuanying wants to hear the content of the conversation without alarming them, it is impossible.

   "Jiulian Zhenjun also invited Ge Cang, who is this person, and why can he be included in us?"

  In the farthest corner of the four of them stood a monk holding a sword, his eyebrows drooped, and he was dressed in a gray robe, quite low-key.

  Others would never have imagined that this gray-robed monk would be Wan Teng, the Supreme Elder of the Hiding Sun Sword Gate who had occupied the position of the number one sword cultivator in the Liang Kingdom for almost a hundred years.

   "This seat has dealt with Ge Cang several times, and its strength is unfathomable. It must not be regarded as an ordinary monk...Since he can be invited by Jiulian Zhenjun, how can he be too different from us."

   Fang Tiansheng said.

  'Ge Cang was almost tied with me in the middle stage of alchemy, and now he is in the late stage of alchemy, and his strength must be stronger...There is no need to remind mediots who sit on the sky. '

  Peng Zefeng sneered in his heart. As a guest of the Holy Lotus Sect, he and Ge Cang had known each other for many years, and even fought against each other once.

  Thinking of this, he directly raised his head and poured the wine pot upside down, like a rushing mountain spring that never stops, and drank several tanks of spirit wine.

   "The Bowl Arhat, the old Taoist has already made it very clear to you that the man was not killed by the son of the blood god... He had an alibi at the time, and he was incapable of doing so, and none of his demon cultivators had this ability."

  Jiu Lian Zhenjun looked at his appearance, he was actually a young and handsome monk, but his voice could tell that he had gone through vicissitudes and years of hard work.

  "Nine lotus benefactors, there is no need to say much...Inner knowledge is not without knowledge, and all sentient beings are empty. Nephew Ruyi is going to join the sect. On the way, the whole temple died, and the spirit and soul did not exist. It is a catastrophe."

  Bodhi-raising Arhat is a benevolent old monk with a string of bodhi beads on his chest and a golden bowl in his hand.

   "The poor monk wrote back and agreed to the request of Ruyi's nephew to move to the clan, and he was responsible for the cause and effect, and he wanted to settle it."

  (end of this chapter)

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