Bone Taoist

Chapter 511 Seizing the Mansion and Carrying the Coffin

Lingzhu Peak, two months later.

Around the Wutong futon, the torrent of spiritual power falls like a waterfall. The spiritual energy in this cave is so rich, and with the blessing of the futon, the practice is simply a thousand miles away.

During the period of Ye Zang, he also used heavenly materials and earthly treasures to assist his practice. This efficiency is even more exaggerated.

Of course, he didn't work behind closed doors all day long.

A short time later, he went to the small world around the fairy city to hone his skills, kill ancient alien species, compete with other monks in the three thousand dojo, and condense the dojo's Dharma.

The competition in the middle section of Tianmu was not as fierce as at the beginning. The main reason was that everyone gained something in the first half. There is still a cave here, so many people are practicing in seclusion.

The spiritual orifice on his forehead bloomed with light, and a blood-colored lotus flower quietly floated out.

The fifth-grade human lotus petals have all bloomed, and the blood-colored petals are swaying slightly, causing the spirits of heaven and earth to tremble.

The lotus platform on the fourth level of the earth is empty. This is the lotus tribulation, and it is necessary to practice the method of Yuanying Dharmakaya to survive it. Ye Zang has not yet cultivated the breath of Yuanying, so he did not rush through the tribulation.

The lotus flower of the third grade of heaven is the most bizarre. It exudes a law of divine power, which is extremely mysterious and implements the path of killing. The inner charm of the lotus is completely natural, and the killing energy is extremely rich. It seems to contain endless years, so in heaven Grandma talks about Taoism and kills the Taoist’s breath of divine possession.

"The belt meridians have also been opened. Now the five extraordinary meridians and eight meridians have been opened. The energy resources that will be consumed in the future will be even more terrifying..." Ye Zang thought as he looked inside at the eight extraordinary meridians.

He spent all his treasures and spent two months in seclusion.

During this period, the Little Saint Mie Tian found almost all the Drunk Immortal Lotuses in the Immortal City for himself.

In this way, he opened up the 'Dai Vein', and then the Chong Vein, and the Ren Du Second Vein, it is even more unimaginable how much energy and spiritual materials will be consumed.

"I now have divine power that penetrates the heaven and the earth. I can wield three million kilograms of divine power with one arm. With the candle dragon energy burning, my hands are full of strength. I should be able to break through the strength restrictions set by the 'Destroy the Sky' and open the door." Tomb coffin..."

Ye Zang hesitated in his heart.

That is the magical power inherited by the ancient great sage, the method of destroying the sky, and it is very famous.

His reputation was that in ancient times he was even more arrogant than the Jiuyao Demon Lord, and he could be described as an unparalleled hero.

Ye Zang had personally witnessed the battle of the Great Sage of Destruction from his corpse. The heaven-reaching Dharma Body was extremely terrifying. Even if the soul was destroyed, the body would still remain incorruptible for endless years. It could be said to be 'immortal'.

"But be careful. Since the great sage can impose restrictions on strength, he may also have imposed other restrictions. I am not a descendant of his lineage. There must be something wrong with taking the magical power of creation from his wife's tomb in such a grand manner. The murderous intention is dormant, so I have to take the little saint with me."

Just as he was thinking about it, there was another loud bang outside.

The Little Saint of Mie Tian came out of the sky, akimbo, roaring in front of Qinglan Peak where Zhang Qingyuan was, his voice like thunder.

In the past two months, Ye Zang had exchanged all the essence and blood he had obtained by killing the alien species in the small world. The power of the little saint's physical body had increased tremendously, almost equivalent to the level of opening up three candle dragon veins. You must know that he is only five years old. Not even a single bone has grown.

In a few days, he would have a discussion with Zhang Qingyuan.

If it weren't for the disciples of Wuji Palace setting up a defensive formation on Qinglan Peak, the cave would probably have been demolished by the Little Sage of Destroying Heaven.

He roared angrily, with red blood burning all over his body, and the horns of his majestic head burst out with light. He stepped forward with a shaking movement, and forcibly cut a terrifying rift valley on Qinglan Peak. The sky was filled with dust and gravel. Flying.

"You little bastard, you're finally here!" Wuji Palace Tianjiao sneered. They seemed to have been waiting for the Little Saint of Destruction for a long time.

"Senior brother, work together to capture him. He is an ancient alien cub. Maybe he has the legacy of divine passage techniques." Another disciple said with narrowed eyes.

Zhang Qingyuan looked at the little saint calmly and said in a deep voice: "I know you have a good background. If you are willing to dedicate the inheritance of your ancestors, I will spare your life this time."

"Bah, I will die for you!"

The Little Saint Mietian didn't take this trick at all and charged away like a little wild beast.

Speed, power. Compared with two months ago, the improvement was huge, and countless exotic precious bloods were refined.

His whole body was burning with red light, his physical strength was unrivaled, and the space under his feet was slightly distorted.

Huge craters were trampled on Qinglan Peak, and earth-shaking loud noises were made.

"kill!"

The Little Saint of Destruction of Heaven rushed forward and punched down.

He is much smarter and is ready to defeat them one by one, picking the weak ones first.

There was a genius who was chased by the little saint, and a terrifying fist hit him on the chest. The latter looked horrified. As soon as he took out his magical weapon to resist, the magical weapon was crushed by the overbearing brute force. He coughed up blood and flew backwards.

Chen Qingyuan's face turned cold, he stepped on the white jade gourd, and when his divine treasure was opened, there was a rumble in the sky!

The magical power that had previously driven back the Little Saint was manifested again.

Countless rune chains came through, penetrating to the extreme.

"Here's another move!" The Little Saint of Destruction shouted, his feet in the air, his body rushed toward Zhang Qingyuan, and he raised his fist and smashed it.

Zhang Qingyuan, on the other hand, controlled the white jade gourd and easily dodged it. He circled around with his fingers, and the eight rune chains were like a long dragon slaying. It was extremely difficult to deal with. He said calmly: "With your speed, you can't catch up with me. Your body will eventually get tired. At that time, what I did at this time was nothing more than a foolish move."

"Then I will kill all your bullshit junior brothers first!"

The Little Saint of Mie Tian said cruelly. With that said, he chased and killed other Wuji Palace disciples like a wolf entering a flock of sheep.

Zhang Qingyuan has a white jade gourd, but they don't. The physical strength of the Little Saint of Destruction is already very terrifying. If he didn't have a powerful spiritual escape weapon or a mysterious escape method at his side, he would easily be able to catch up with him.

boom!

The void exploded in front of a Wuji Palace disciple. The disciple's Tao body burst apart, and blood and internal organs flew everywhere.

He is so cruel that ordinary disciples cannot suppress him. It is unimaginable to let him grow up for a few more years.

"Bahuang Territory, suppress!"

Zhang Qingyuan's face was cold, the runes in his hands flickered, and the hidden vision of the octagonal disk floated in the clouds and mist in the high sky, as if a world was suppressing it.

The Little Saint Mietian suddenly felt the pressure increase greatly.

Veins popped out on his forehead, and he showed no fear in the face of the rune chains rushing in like a mighty river. The space realm was twisted and broken in front of him, and he punched down one after another with simple punches!

Boom boom boom!

There was an explosion in the sky, and the Little Saint of Destruction walked away from the ground.

Pushed horizontally with the power of the physical body, it is unstoppable!

"After all, he is the descendant of an evil beast. He is really stupid." A disciple of Wuji Palace narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.

The Eight Wastelands was originally a forbidden killing formation. Breaking in so hastily was undoubtedly asking for trouble.

Zhang Qingyuan also smiled.

"Well done, I'll suppress you now!"

The runes on the octagonal disk flashed, and chains burst out one after another, turning the sky thousands of feet high into a steel jungle. The door of the formation disk opened wide, as if welcoming the Little Saint of Destruction.

The Little Saint Mietian raised his eyebrows, as if he was thinking about something.

He rushed up to the sky, and when he was about to enter the Eight Desolate Pan formation, he suddenly pulled out a mysterious black talisman. On the talisman, there was also a headless and tailless formation pattern engraved on it.

He sacrificed a drop of flesh essence and blood with one finger and suddenly activated it!

hum!

The strange formation pattern was spread over a hundred feet and rushed into the Bahuang Pan.

For a moment, the entire Bahuangpan was stunned, and the rune chains were stagnant, as if time had been suspended. Then, headless and tailless formations exploded within the vision of the Bahuangpan, and countless The chains were broken and destroyed in a flash.

"what is this!"

Zhang Qingyuan looked stunned. Before he could react, the Little Sage roared and his energy became solid.

The physical essence turned into a violent hurricane and blew away. Countless clouds and mist were scattered. The blue sky within ten thousand feet was as clear as water. The boundaries were cut open by his terrifying essence. The hurricane fell like a sudden rain on the Eight Desolate Pans. above.

"Brother Ye's talisman is really useful!" Little Saint Mietian said in surprise. This talisman engraved with the anti-chaos pattern was naturally given to him by Ye Zang, so that when he and Zhang Qingyuan were fighting, he would find an opportunity to use this talisman to break into the Bahuang Panshen Cang.

The Taoist priests of Wuji Palace each have a formation disk in their hands, and they also practice the forbidden type of magic.

Ye Zang's Tai Chi Reverse Chaos Formation is simply the nemesis of this sect's divine channel technique. Moreover, the Six Tao Formation that should have belonged to Zhang Qingyuan in his previous life was also taken over by Ye Zang, and the chief's strength was greatly reduced.

Attack both inside and outside, not even half a stick of incense comes out.

The eight desolate visions were immediately destroyed and were about to be annihilated in the void!

Zhang Qingyuan felt as if he had been hit hard, his face turned pale, and he quickly took back the divine vision.

The vision of Shen Zang reflects the monk's path. If this Dharma image is beheaded, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Give me your life!" The Little Saint of Destruction of Heaven swooped down like a tiger descending from the mountain.

His footsteps were filled with wind, air waves were rolling, and countless sonic explosions were heard.

"Who gave you this talisman!" Zhang Qingyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said gloomily.

"none of your business."

With that said, the Little Saint of Destruction struck down with a punch.

Zhang Qingyuan's sleeves and robes shook, and the majestic mana and elixir rolled out, suppressing him crazily!

They were countless runes composed of mana and alchemy, like Taoist scriptures, which were continuously shot out from his sleeves.

Bang bang bang!

The little saint punched the rune and rushed arrogantly to Zhang Qingyuan, who was several feet away. The latter gritted his teeth and controlled the white jade gourd to avoid the sharp edge.

"If you have the guts, get off this gourd and see if I don't beat you to death!"

The Little Saint Mietian squeezed his pink fist and shouted loudly.

"joke!"

Zhang Qingyuan's divine possession was broken, and he was furious at the moment, but he was able to keep his cool in the fight.

He pinched out a series of rune killing moves with his hands and flew them all over the sky with terrifying power.

The Little Saint of Mietian was forced to dodge and move around. His face turned pale, and he turned to kill the other Wuji Palace disciples on Qinglan Peak. He rushed to the two disciples, and in the latter's horrified eyes, he smashed their The head was crushed and the scene was very bloody.

"How dare you!" Zhang Qingyuan said sternly.

"Why don't you dare? I am so brave!"

The Little Sage of Destruction of Heaven roared and chased the Wuji Palace disciples like crazy. In half a stick of incense, he had already beheaded ten Wuji Palace disciples, which made the Taoists watching around him jump with fear.

"Zhang Qingyuan, why did you provoke this little evil star?" Jian Shisi heard the noise, stepped out of the cave, and looked at it from a distance. He has been in retreat, and he only came out in the past few days, and found that there was a lot of movement here.

"Brother Fourteen doesn't know that Qinglan Peak was originally the cave of this ancient cub, and Fellow Daoist Zhang was unlucky enough to occupy his territory," Chu Qian said.

"This cub has some relationship with the ancient creatures of the Immortal City. Previously in the city, he tricked many monks by getting drunk on the Immortal Lotus." said the head of the tomb.

This guy looked harmless, but he was actually very smart. In the past few days, he often ran around with the spirit pond, tempting greedy monks to seize the lotus, and was eventually killed by the ancient creatures.

Twenty towering spiritual peaks, as well as hundreds of inferior spiritual peaks not far away, the geniuses of various factions heard the commotion and came out as if watching the fun, and started talking about it.

His own disciple was killed and his blood stained Qinglan Peak.

Zhang Qingyuan was furious, and he used another calligraphy tool. When he activated it, countless characters and characters flew to kill, and the sky was filled with drowsiness. Thunder runes suddenly rose up, and the power of the spell reached the sky and the earth!

The Little Saint of Mietian narrowed his eyes, punched and kicked a disciple of Wuji Palace, interrupting all eight of his divine veins, leaving him almost half disabled, and then threw the disciple under the cliff of Qinglan Peak. .

"Brother, save me!" The Wuji Palace disciple said in panic. His divine veins were destroyed, his bones were broken, and he could not control his spiritual power. However, as long as he refined the spiritual materials used to treat injuries, he could still repair them.

Zhang Qingyuan's eyes trembled slightly, he circled his fingers and rushed forward with the white jade gourd.

Seeing this, the Little Saint Mie Tian squinted his eyes and seemed to be thinking.

Zhang Qingyuan was extremely cautious, fearing that the little sage had hidden some murderous intention in his disciple. He flew far enough to cast a spell, drew out his magic power, and created a cloud of cloud under the disciple's body, supporting him.

At this time, the Little Saint of Destruction suddenly came to attack.

In his small hand, he was still holding a talisman with the ancient characters '行' engraved on it.

Nine-character secret compilation, line character string.

In an instant, the Little Saint's speed surged, and he rushed away like lightning, one step covering a thousand feet!

"Another talisman?" Zhang Qingyuan's eyes were frightened. Where did a native beast come from?

After only a few breaths, the Little Sage of Destruction of Heaven had already rushed several feet in front of him, and with one kick, his domineering energy shattered the void. Zhang Qingyuan felt as if there was a giant mountain pressing down on him!

The Little Saint's goal was very clear, and he was bound to be kicked to pieces.

Zhang Qingyuan gritted his teeth and wanted to control the white jade gourd to move around, but the spiritual escape device was suppressed and unable to move, as if it was frozen.

In the void, formations shaped like annual rings of ancient trees rippled beneath the gourd like water waves.

In the distance, Ye Zangzheng was flexing his fingers, controlling the annual ring pattern to cast spells.

This confinement power may be difficult to deal with a cultivator like Zhang Qingyuan who has perfected the golden elixir, but with Ye Zang's magic power, it is still easy to restrain a spiritual escape weapon.

"Ye Zang!" Zhang Qingyuan was shocked and angry, but he didn't know how he had offended Leader Ye, who wanted to target him like this.

The next second, the little saint's kick that burst with vitality was already on his chest.

boom!

At the critical moment, Zhang Qingyuan used the magic elixir to protect his body and remove the majestic energy. However, despite this, his chest was still dented by the terrifying force. The latter's face turned pale on the spot and blood spilled from his mouth.

His face turned pale, and then he circled around with his fingers. With the help of the little saint's power, runic black light rose under his feet and he went away at extremely fast speed!

The Little Saint Mietian did not chase after him, but punched the white jade gourd that was struggling.

"Good baby, you are mine!"

The Little Saint of Mie Tian tightly grabbed the corner of the white jade gourd. The latter tried desperately to get away, but was unable to move due to the pressure of his majestic sea of ​​energy and energy.

One demon and one gourd, and another half stick of incense.

Under the terrifying power of the Little Saint's fist, the body of the white jade gourd was almost broken, and then he was willing to beg for mercy.

Ye Zang looked at it, fluttering his sleeves and flying away.

"I helped you seize the cave. Now my physical strength is enough. When will I go to the tomb again?" Ye Zang said bluntly.

"Don't worry, I will definitely let you have a look at my father's magical powers!" the Little Saint of Mietian said, patting his chest.

Then he swaggered over to the corpses of the Wuji Palace disciples, rummaged through their Qiankun bags, and poured out the essence, blood, heavenly materials, earthly treasures, etc., his eyes gleaming.

Three days later, the two of them tidied up, and Ye Zang also helped Qinglan Peak set up a large formation.

One night, the two quietly walked out of Lingfeng and headed towards the tomb.

"Someone is following." Ye Zang said calmly.

"Just follow them, it will lead them into Wushan. Without me to lead the way, everyone will be trapped in the underground maze, hehe." The Little Saint of Mietian rubbed his palms and said with a bright smile.

Ye Zang now suspects that during the days of his retreat, the little sage may have used the great sage's magical power to trap many monks in this maze of crypts.

The two lay down through the thorny jungle and entered the underground cave.

Those Jindan disciples also followed hundreds of feet away. With Ye Zang's spiritual consciousness, he had already discovered them, but they did not break through the window paper.

Sure enough, within a few minutes of their arrival, they were wandering around like headless flies, unable to find their way.

The Little Saint hid in the dark, ambushed and ambushed one by one, and acted very decisively.

After midnight, Ye Zang and Xiao Sheng came to the tomb coffin again.

This time, it was his mother's tomb coffin.

Ye Zang looked away with his eyes. On the lid of the coffin, invisible power restrictions were floating and sinking, as heavy as a thousand stones. The space there seemed to be distorted by oppression.

"Mother, I'm here to see you again." The little saint kowtowed several times, then turned to Ye Zang and said, "Good brother, let's do it!"

Ye Zang nodded.

Looking at the tomb coffin with slightly focused eyes, he took a deep breath, and the five extraordinary meridians and eight meridians filled with candle dragon energy were roaring like a big drum, and his whole body was bursting with strength!

boom!

Spider-web-like cracks were spreading in the earth veins under his feet. Ye Zang tightly grasped the corners of the tomb coffin and used all his strength to lift it up suddenly!

As if a world had been lifted, the terrible weight pressed down on Ye Zang's whole body, and he felt like his whole body was about to explode.

The Zhulong Qi was boiling, and Ye Zang's eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes, just like the low roar of the Zhulong. The coffin lid creaked and was lifted up, a wisp of chaotic Qi floated, and then, there was a terrifying sound. Demonic spirit.

(End of this chapter)