Daojun: Start with the top-grade golden elixir

Chapter 124
Tianpu Realm, Yunlan Prefecture.

On the main hall of the Zhenxing Temple, Daoren Zhang sat in the center wearing a feather robe and holding a whisk in his arms. On both sides were more than [-] monks sitting with their lapels straight.

Since Xu Zhuang suppressed Moyun, turned the world around, and made the Zhenxing Temple famous, and Meng Fusheng returned to sit in the town, the Zhenxing Temple has been flourishing, but in the past few decades, more than ten Golden Core monks have been born successively. All of them were present in the hall to discuss matters.

Except for more than a dozen golden elixir monks, the rest of the people discussing matters in the palace are all accomplished and hopeful to become alchemy at any time, but they are still waiting for the big medicine for the middle-grade golden elixir, and there are even aspirations for the high-grade golden elixir. Cheese.

But having said that, the atmosphere in the hall was quite solemn at this time.

Zhang Taoist frowned slightly, looking at the sky through the dome, there are two spiritual vortexes covering several kilometers in the sky, which are slowly turning, obviously two Nascent Soul cultivators are fighting hard, swallowing up ideas .

Although the Zhenxing Temple is gaining momentum, it is not without foreign enemies. The Heavenly Waterfall Ceremony is imminent. For this reason, Meng Fusheng practiced Taoism diligently, diligently and bravely, and wanted to cross the barrier of the Yuanying Second Level before the Tianbao Ceremony came. , Lian Gangyun, now it is at a critical juncture.

But for this matter, obviously not everyone is happy to see the success. At the critical moment of Meng Fusheng's cultivation, a strange Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly appeared outside the real form, and Meng Fusheng competed for inspiration. Floating life practice came.

This is also the reason for the solemn atmosphere in the council hall at this time.

But at this time, the people in the hall did not make a sound, but waited quietly, and after about a moment, they saw a young Taoist priest with an upright appearance and a warm temperament shining in front of the hall, stepped into the hall, and Taoist Zhang saluted.

Daoren Zhang raised his hand to stop the red tape, and asked, "Nephew Wen, how does the other party respond?"

When the Yuanying cultivator from outside appeared and competed with Meng Fusheng for the inspiration, Zhang Daoren sent Wen Ning to negotiate. In his words, he wanted to strongly express his attitude towards the concept of the true form and ordered the other party to leave the boundary of the concept of the true form, but he was not satisfied with the result. In fact, Daoren Zhang didn't hold out much hope.

What's more, just looking at the vision that didn't stop that day, one knew that Wen Ning must have been ashamed.

Wen Ning's face sank like water, and he cupped his hands in response, "I'll report to the sect master, the man said that he also passed through this place. Because of his injuries, he took advantage of the treasure land to perform his kung fu, and he will leave when he recovers his mana."

Daoren Zhang frowned, and asked: "You can find out the origin of the other party."

Wen Ning shook his head slowly, but there was a disciple on the left with raised eyebrows, and a very energetic disciple replied: "Aside from the Shenliu sect, what else can we do?" .

Zhang Taoist shook his head, and asked himself: "You all know the situation, if you have any insights, you can discuss them."

Everyone heard the words and discussed for a while, a woman asked: "Maybe Uncle Meng will go out and drive that person out personally?"

Zhang Daoren said: "Brother Meng's retreat this time is precisely to take advantage of his diligence and bravery to step into the second layer of heaven in one fell swoop. If he leaves the gate temporarily, even if he drives away the opponent, the time to break through the realm may be greatly delayed. "

As soon as this statement came out, everyone had to sit on the wax, that person came here for the purpose of destroying Meng Fusheng's cultivation, all of you here are only at the Golden Core cultivation level, and they are still in the middle and lower ranks, how else can we do anything?He is not a god-man like Master Dao Miao/Master Uncle, who can use the golden core cultivation base to overwhelm the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Thinking of this, a low-rank Jindan monk who was the same generation as Zhang Daoren said: "I wonder if I can write a letter to the emperor? Master Daomiao once said when he returned to the emperor that he has not yet let go of the responsibility of being in charge of the concept of true form. , if today’s Waterfall Dharma Assembly is coming, it’s time to come to this realm again.”

Zhang Daoren nodded slightly when he heard the words, then shook his head, and said: "I have sent a message to Shangzong a few days ago, but I have not received a reply. .”

Hearing the sound, everyone was silent, Taoist Zhang could only sigh when he saw this, got up and said: "Let's disperse first, the old Taoist will go to the Patriarch Hall again."

Everyone bowed their hands in unison, and they left the hall together, but before they dispersed, the disciple who hanged his eyebrows glanced at the two whirlpools in the sky, and said angrily: "Shenliu thief, you have ruined Master Meng's cultivation, and waited for Master Uncle When I return, I will ask him to pay back twice as much."

It has to be said that the temperament of the monks is mostly in the same line. Although this disciple who hangs his eyebrows is not the direct descendant of Zeng Quanfeng, he has also received a lot of guidance from him. He and the others are considered to be the most radical group of monks with the view of true form.

On the other hand, Wen Ning, who is the leader, has much rounder edges and corners, but no matter what, there is a sharpness in his heart. Hearing what his junior brother said, Wen Ning's expression did not change. He just clenched his fists and raised his head to look at the sky. His gaze suddenly moved, and he hurriedly called Taoist Zhang to castrate him, and asked, "Uncle Master, what do you think is that?"

Zhang Taoist heard the sound and looked around, but he saw several golden rings looming in the clouds stirred up by the two whirlpools. At first, they were slow, and then they rotated rapidly, and then a golden light shone ten thousand feet high, piercing the sky and piercing the earth. It's so overwhelming that I can't see my face.

"Could it be?" Zhang Daoren's face suddenly showed joy, and the people present, who had seen this scene, also awakened their memories, and some people shouted: "Could it be that Uncle Daomiao has returned!"

Among the people present, the one who had the shortest time to practice Taoism also came along with Xu Zhuang's turning around and updating his true form and view of everything. Needless to say, he admired him a lot. Qi looked into the sky, and saw that after the golden light shone, the flowing clouds naturally moved away, and an imposing young Taoist appeared in the sky, with his toga and sleeves fluttering in the wind, in a fairy-like appearance.

As soon as this person appeared, everyone in the real audience was shocked, and they cheered in unison: "Uncle Daomiao/Master Uncle!" They all straightened their robes and prepared to salute, but they saw Xu Zhuang standing in midair with his hands behind his back. In the middle, looking at the two vortexes of spiritual energy, he seemed to be thinking, and the cloud head did not fall for a while.

Zhang Daoren's heart moved, and he ordered from left to right: "You wait and wait here."

After everyone agreed, Zhang Daoren straightened his Taoist robe, took off his light and flew into the sky, came to Xu Zhuang's side, and said respectfully: "Disciple Zhang Ren, I have met my uncle."

Xu Zhuang was not surprised when he saw Taoist Zhang flying over, he pointed to the sky and asked, "What's going on here?"

Zhang Daoren heard that Xu Zhuang had asked about this matter, and he was relieved immediately. He started his voice and told the story of Meng Fusheng's second stage of seeking Yuanying. I ask Master Uncle to be the master and drive away those people with ulterior motives."

Xu Zhuang looked at the vortex vying for ideas outside his true form, his expression remained unchanged, and asked, "Do you know who that person is from?"

Daoren Zhang replied: "The disciple sent Wen Ning to inquire, but the other party did not respond."

Hearing the sound Xu Zhuang nodded, and responded lightly: "Since that's the case, there's no need to know."

Daoren Zhang was stunned, and saw Xu Zhuang's body flickering, suddenly turning into a white rainbow, hitting the vortex in the sky, with a bang like thunder, the vortex was shattered immediately, the clouds flew away, ideas scattered everywhere, and then It was captured by the aura vortex formed by Meng Fusheng's huffing and puffing above the True Form View.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Daoren and everyone in the audience were immediately excited, knowing that Meng Fusheng's practice was no longer hindered, but Xu Zhuang's movements were not finished yet, breaking through the vortex of spiritual energy, the Dharma Eye swept to the ground again, and locked on a In the mountains.

On the mountainside, a Taoist with a high bun was originally sitting on a boulder, as if he was performing martial arts, when the vortex in the sky was caught by Xu Zhuang, he suddenly wowed, half of his body fell down, and he almost rolled down. He was about to stop his figure, but a trace of scarlet could not stop overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Xu Zhuang's eyes were fixed, and there was a slight sneer on his face. Without giving him the slightest chance to react, he made a tactic with his single palm in front of his chest, lowered his fingers a little, and a shocking white rainbow shot out from the fontanel door , when it fell to the top of the mountain, it dispersed with a loud bang, turning into a white mist covering the sky, enveloping the entire mountain, and in the next moment, it turned into Xiantian Taisu's great grasping hand of Qi, and suddenly slapped it!
The Taoist with the high bun hurriedly raised his head, and saw a white glow flashing past, and a big boundless hand had already covered him, and Xu Zhuang broke through the vortex of spiritual energy. With a buzzing sound, the alarm bell rang.

Xu Zhuang defeated Qiu Song under the eyes of everyone, and his mastery of Taoism has already been spread all over the world. Daoist Gaoji dared to underestimate him, and he shook his body with all his strength. When the head was scraped, half of it was cut off immediately, and it was blown upwards, as if trying to blow away the big grasping hand, but when it was slapped by the big hand, the wind broke down immediately, and one hundred and eight golden blades rained down.

His supernatural powers couldn't be resisted even for a moment, the big grasping hand was imminent, and Taoist Gaoji was deprived of his Taoism again. Chaos, the surrounding objects, and even the shape and quality of the air are all unstable, wantonly distorted, extremely chaotic, and can no longer get out of the body.

"Ah!" Daoist Gaoji yelled, and his robe stretched out like it was inflated, and he was able to grab his big hand, and a cyan baby escaped from his body, and hurriedly picked up a yellow talisman, There are words in the mouth.

"Oh?" Xu Zhuang stood in the sky, paid attention but didn't leave for a moment, and said to himself: "The method of replacing death? Or the technique of golden cicada?" Without changing his face, he waved his sleeve, and thousands of magic energy condensed into a magic ball , like rain pouring down, scattered in all directions.

At the next moment, Xiantian Taisu made a big slap with his qi grabbing, and pressed down on the flat ground, and pressed a few more points, as if smashing the hundred-zhang-high mountain into the ground, when he lifted it up again, the ground It has become a mess.

A yellow talisman fluttered down, and then a cyan baby jumped out, set up the escape light and fled outside, but Xu Zhuang didn't take it lightly. Immediately flew to.

The cyan baby saw that the Qianjun magic ball seemed to be a cloud of smoke, fluttering gently, and urged a ray of spiritual light to meet him, and shouted: "Friend Daoist, please be merciful, I just..."

But he saw the floating magic ball lightly touching his aura, and the aura was instantly shattered, and before his face changed, the magic ball had already slammed into his chest, and the cyan baby exploded with a loud sound. Turned into Taoist pure aura.

Xu Zhuang waved his sleeves, and Xiantian Taisu's great grasping energy and Qianjun Fa's energy turned into clouds and flew back, and then he glanced at the battlefield lightly, and then he came back to the true form.

The pitiful generation of Nascent Soul Venerable, who practiced for nearly a thousand years, died just like that, and no one restrained his energy. This dissipated between the heavens and the earth, which has benefited Zuo Jin. Dao Lingmai.

(End of this chapter)