Alchemy Dao Immortal

Chapter 623: A Shocking Event is Just Around the Corner
With the cooperation of the two Nascent Soul masters from Doumu Palace and Taibai Sword Sect, the Qi outside Jingchen Mountain and in front of Fei Palace suddenly became fine and fragmented, interweaving into a circle of chains, blocking the front, and behind it was an endless stream of inspiration, covering the sky and the earth.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators who participated in the Jingchen Dharma Assembly were limited by their realm and cultivation, and could not see it as clearly as Guo Fubo, the great cultivator of Laojun Temple, but in their divine sense, they also sensed that the space in front of the mountain had become obscure and difficult, as if billions of tons of tides had pressed down on it, becoming oppressive. Any force that approached would fall into it, and then float up and down, up and down, unable to tell east from west, north from south, and in a daze.

That uncomfortable feeling is like being in a nightmare, neither asleep nor awake, struggling constantly but unable to escape!

"A show of force?"

The familiar Nascent Soul cultivators looked at each other, thoughtfully, like a fierce dragon crossing a river, but this river is not easy to cross.

Just like that, inspiration continued to pour into that area when viewed from the outside, but it became darker and darker inside, so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. It was like a black hole that could never be filled, and everything that entered it would disappear without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

The two great monks from the Shangxuan Sect worked together to do this, and even though they haven't used their full strength, such a barrier still makes people feel despair.

However, just when it seemed that this situation would continue without end, suddenly, in the depths of the swamp, in the center of darkness, a light suddenly lit up. At first, it was a tiny spark, like a bean, shaky, but after a moment, the light grew bigger and bigger, stronger and stronger, constantly dispelling the darkness. In the end, all the light turned into a big sun, rising high and appearing in the sky.

At this moment, wherever the sun's light reaches, there is only a continuous sound of "bang, bang, bang", as if chains are cut, or darkness is pierced, and the scene in front of me becomes bright again. The light of dawn is cast down, that kind of orange-red dancing, brilliant as brocade.

At the same time, surrounded by the boundless sunlight, the Xuanling Zhenyang Flying Palace that had just appeared set sail again. In the eyes of the crowd, auspicious lights and auspicious colors danced in front of the flying palace, jumping back and forth, up and down, left and right, like a dragon swinging its tail, magnificent and majestic. Wherever it went, the glory of the flying palace became three points brighter.

As the flying palace slowly entered the mountains, all the auspicious lights and auspicious colors suddenly disappeared and turned into a rainbow bridge, which was spread in front of the flying palace. Then a handsome young man slowly walked out from it. He wore a lotus crown on his head, a Zhenyi Sect robe on his body, and a talisman hung from his waist. His eyes looked brighter than the sun that had just appeared in the sky.

All the cultivators on Jingchen Mountain looked up and saw that their eyes met his, as if they were under the scorching sun. Not to mention ordinary disciples, even the real people at the first level of Nascent Soul felt dizzy.

However, when they retracted their gaze and stopped looking, the palpitations and the tearing of soul and body disappeared immediately. But when they thought of the scene just now, they still couldn't help being shocked.

"Zhou Qing."

Huang Ningbing of the Linwu Huang family half-closed his eyes, his thoughts racing.

The two great monks from Doumu Palace and Taibai Sword Sect certainly did not use their full strength just now, but when they joined forces, they were also a formidable force. Zhou Qing came with great force and tore everything apart. The powerful and immeasurable magic power he displayed was really hard to describe in words.

There is no false reputation under a great name, the word "prodigy" is well-deserved.

A handsome young man walked out of Xuanling Zhenyang Flying Palace, his feet on rainbow light, his sleeves fluttering, he looked at the two great cultivators opposite him, one male and one female, one as sharp as a sword, the other as ethereal as a goddess, unfathomable, so he bowed his head and saluted, saying: "Zhou Qing of Zhenyi Sect, hello to fellow Taoist."

The sound is clear and naturally calm, but it has a momentum of its own, spreading all around, like pearls and jade falling into a mountain stream, with a rustling sound.

Tang Lingmin took a look, and her jade-like face showed no emotion. She just returned the greeting and said, "Master Zhou has come a long way, so you should rest in the mountains for a while."

"Alright."

Zhou Qing didn't care about the alienation and vigilance in the other party's words. He smiled, said a few words to the great monk from Taibai Sword Sect, and officially entered the mountain.

Since the Zhenyi Sect first intervened in the Jingchen Dharma Assembly, they built a huge palace on Jingchen Mountain. Although its specifications are not as good as those of the Doumu Palace and the Taibai Sword Sect, they are almost the same and are extremely magnificent and vast.

At this moment, as if sensing the talisman of Zhenyi Sect on Zhou Qing, a bright light a thousand feet high shone from the central hall, brilliant and bright, and rushed straight down, as if to guide people.

Zhou Qing took a look, stepped up, and soon arrived at the central hall. He looked around and saw that it was empty, with only two rows of tall pillars on the left and right, with carved cranes, auspicious clouds, and a phoenix holding a pearl on the top. The bright light shone in all directions, and it was magnificent without any shadow.

Sitting on the high platform, behind him was a whole piece of colored glass, reflecting the rising sun outside. The sunlight shone in, like stars, twinkling continuously.

Zhou Qing was bathed in a halo of light, his eyes deep as he pondered over his next move at the Dharma Assembly.

The collision when entering the mountain just now was just a small beginning. He was deeply wary of himself and the two major upper Xuan sects led by Zhenyi Sect, Doumu Palace and Taibai Sword Sect behind him, as well as most of the other middle Xuan sects.

How to break through their resistance is worth pondering.

Zhou Qing sat on a high platform, surrounded by light, wisps of light, and colorful. He entered the game alone. Although there were many difficulties, he had a kind of self-confidence and would not waver. On the one hand, he was confident in his own strength and background. In this area of ​​Xuanmen's influence, as a Yuanying three-level cultivator of the Zhenyi Sect, he had enough room to maneuver.

On the other hand, with the memories of his previous life, he knows better than anyone the great changes that are about to take place here. After that great event happens, there will be an earthquake in the forces of all parties, and there will be a reorganization of forces within a certain range. That will be the time to show one's abilities.

Calculating the time, it must not be long before that thing in Laojun Temple appears.

This time in Jingchen Mountain, some people are even more anxious.

Zhou Qing was neither anxious nor panicked, and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

So ever since that powerful glimpse when he entered the mountain, this famous monk has been staying indoors in the palace of Zhenyi Sect on Jingchen Mountain without going out.

One day, Zhao Fa came down from the mountain and hurried into the main hall to report to the great monk who was standing at the window with his hands behind his back.

Guo Fubo looked outside. The sunlight shone into the pond. Within the waves, tiny fragments of golden light jumped around, like countless brocade scales moving back and forth. When one looked carefully, one could see countless changes.

This is actually a kind of forbidden magic array that was set up according to the terrain. As long as the ground energy continues to flow, the array will continue to operate continuously, making this area appear to be constantly changing from the outside, and it is impossible to see everything inside clearly.

After listening quietly to the report from the younger generation in the sect, Guo Fubo took a deep breath, and a puzzled expression flashed across his face. The situation on Jingchen Mountain was just like a large formation, making it difficult to see clearly.

Guo Fubo was puzzled: Why didn't Zhou Qing take any action on Jingchen Mountain? This was totally unreasonable.

After all, as far as he knew, the Zhenyi Sect paid a huge price to be able to squeeze into this Jingchen Dharma Assembly. If Zhou Qing did nothing, it would really be a waste.

Based on the Xuanmen style, this would definitely not happen.

"what happened?"

Thinking of this, Guo Fubo couldn't help but pace back and forth.

He had high hopes for Zhou Qing's arrival. This area was too stable in the past, which was not conducive to the layout of the sect. The arrival of Zhou Qing and Zhenyi Sect would definitely bring a certain impact, stir up the muddy water, and allow the sect to act better. But unexpectedly, Zhou Qing did not play by the rules.

"Wait a second."

Guo Fubo suppressed his restlessness. If he acted now, it would seem like he was asking for help from others. If they really cooperated in the future, he would easily fall behind in momentum.

In another hall, there was a map of the celestial bodies. The stars lit up one after another, reaching up to the platform, and reflecting each other with a bronze tripod on the table. The dragon with half of its head sticking out of the tripod seemed to come alive, shining brightly and illuminating the surroundings.

Zhang Wenyue did not wear a crown on his head, and his hair was pinned up with a wooden hairpin. He was of medium build, but his face was stern and his eyes were dim, giving people a feeling of being very scheming. However, this Yuanying Zhenren from the Yunhuai Zhang family sat there with an icy aura, and the pervasive chill made the temperature around him drop sharply.

He has been like this ever since he received a message from the Doumu Palace, ordering them not to allow the descendants of the clan to choose the Zhenyi Sect at the Jingchen Dharma Assembly.

Huang Ningbing, an old friend sitting opposite, raised his eyelids, breaking the long silence in the hall, and said: "Doumu Palace and Taibai Sword Sect are the overlords of this area after all. Their will is not something that aristocratic families like us can contend with."

There was a hint of bitterness in these words coming out of his mouth.

In the past, due to various reasons, the major sects adopted a more gentle approach to win over the aristocratic families in this area, and they did not think much of it. But now that the major sects have adopted a more forceful approach to annexation, every aristocratic family has discovered that they have no power to resist at all.

Not to mention the two great upper Xuan sects, even any of the middle Xuan sects, once they abandon everything and show their fangs, they will not be able to contend with them.

"How dare I, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, go against the will of the Shangxuan Sect?" Zhang Wenyue slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, "It's just that my nephew Zhang Yi is really talented and has amazing comprehension. If he really enters the Zhenyi Sect, he will develop very well in the future."

(End of this chapter)