Bone Taoist

Chapter 527: Thousands of sails will pass without falling into the blue clouds!

It is a spiritual waterfall that reaches the sky and reaches the earth. It flows from all directions of the magnificent Immortal Platform, rolls down along the giant peak of Yunmiao, stirs at the foot of the mountain, and gathers into a moist spiritual swamp!

The spiritual energy that returned to nature made Ye Zang feel refreshed and refreshed. Likewise, the majestic and heavy feeling almost made him breathless.

It’s amazing. It’s a hundred times and a thousand times richer than the Fairy Spring of the Jackdaw God Sect!

It is suspected that the Milky Way falls into the sky, as if it is the spiritual energy rippling down from the real fairyland.

At the foot of the Yunmiao Giant Peak, there are moist earth veins and rising spiritual energy.

"Even if you stay here for a while, your Taoism will improve slightly. If you can practice stably for a period of time, you will definitely be able to give birth to a baby..."

Ye Zang's eyes darkened slightly, but now, he would not stop here to practice in seclusion.

The Immortal Platform, which is guarded by several giant peaks, is 48,000 feet tall, covering the sky, with dazzling golden light and a strong sense of oppression.

Ye Zang panted slightly.

He was the first to come here and left with heavy steps.

Just a few thousand feet away, Ye Zang walked alone for seven days before arriving at the foot of the giant peak. The sense of oppression was too strong, as if a world was suppressing it, and a true immortal was looking down on him. , depressing, breaking into cold sweat.

The spiritual waterfall falling along the peak is even more daunting.

Ye Zang raised his eyes and looked up the mountain. It looked like a big river, rolling and tumbling.

"We have come this far, how can we stop here!"

Ye Zang watched with excitement.

Behind the tomb, the leader of the tomb, the Holy Son of Taichu, and a group of more than a dozen geniuses also came to this spiritual swamp, thousands of feet away behind them.

"Ye Zang!" The Holy Son of Taichu shouted, carrying the giant mark of the Five Elements on his back, moving the heaven and earth with every step.

"This is the countercurrent of the Immortal Realm. Once you step into it, there is no turning back." The three-eyed female Taoist narrowed her eyes.

Xu Lingsha's eyes darkened slightly and she said, "Brother Ye, take a rest for a while, and then climb to the top again when you are at your peak!"

"Junior brother, the spiritual energy here is very strong. You can improve your Taoism before trying to climb the peak." Luo Jingyang said from a distance.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you have been running rampant all the way. You are probably exhausted both physically and mentally at this time. Please rest for a few days." Xu Yanning said spiritually.

A group of talented people were talking in a flurry of words.

Most of them asked Ye Zang to stop and rest first.

What they said is correct. In the past when Tianmu discussed Taoism, most people would first stop at the foot of the mountain, refine the spiritual energy rippling from the Immortal Platform, improve their Taoism, and then climb to the top.

There was even a session of Tianmu discussing Taoism.

Twenty geniuses spent ten years in seclusion here, and only after they all became infants did they attempt to climb the peak.

Because the rules of Tianmu's world are like this. Once someone comes to the immortal platform, the discussion will end immediately, and Tianmu will return to seclusion again.

Ye Zang remained silent, expressionless, and looked at Sendai with sharp eyes.

Work hard, if you don't advance, you will retreat!

He didn't have the slightest intention to stop and rest, and took one step forward in the eyes of all the geniuses!

boom!

The earth's veins were vibrating, and the torrent of spiritual power was surging, like huge waves of the sea hitting Ye Zang's body. The latter's eyes were bloodshot, his face was expressionless, his hands were behind his back, and he climbed the mountain step by step.

"You... are seeking death!" The Holy Son of Taichu shouted loudly.

"Is this guy crazy?" the head of the tomb said with trembling eyes.

Although the group of geniuses said this, they did not rest and walked away.

Ye Zang has already climbed the mountain directly. How dare they practice in seclusion here? If this guy climbs the mountain and wins the championship, the previous bloody battle will be in vain.

The geniuses were helpless and were forced to walk towards the foot of the mountain.

In his ears, there was a loud roar of Lingze, coming surging forward. Ye Zang walked very slowly, but step by step, very steadily, his steps were sonorous, and his heart was as strong as iron.

The turbulent spiritual energy of those immortals fell on his body, like thousands of arrows piercing his heart, like burning fire, more like walking on a road full of sharp blades, and the severe pain stretched throughout his body.

Ye Zang just said nothing, facing the torrent of the Immortal Terrace, and the only thing he could see was the Immortal Terrace.

In ten days, he climbed thousands of feet to the top.

The Taoist robe was already soaked in blood.

At this time, hundreds of geniuses had gathered at the foot of the mountain, and monks kept arriving belatedly into the primordial realm.

The leader of the tomb, Taichu Shengzi and others, had also begun to climb the mountain. They looked at Ye Zang in front of them with astonishment in their eyes.

They had personally experienced the oppressive feeling of the Spiritual Waterfall and the restrictions that penetrated it.

"This bastard, why do you look so unaffected?" The Descendant of Chaos gritted his teeth. As soon as he reached the peak, he was in unbearable pain all over his body, as if his soul had been pierced, and the spiritual waterfall seemed to be covered with thorns. whip on his body.

On the other hand, Ye Zang, who had climbed thousands of feet to the top, still looked expressionless and his eyes were firm even though he was covered in blood.

"What he has experienced, his Taoist heart is as firm as a chaos stone..."

The three-eyed female Taoist's heavenly eye penetrated through. Although she could not detect Ye Zang's past and future, she could see a ray of divine light exuding in his heart, as if he were invincible, even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of his eyes without moving.

"Is this Immortal Terrace really going to be allowed to him?" Ziyao gritted her teeth and said unconvinced.

"Impossible, no one in the same place and generation can compare with me!"

The Holy Son of Taichu shouted loudly, his black hair fluttering.

In an instant, endless five elements of light rushed out of his body, stepping on it step by step, like an ancient god, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger.

"My heart is clear, as clear as the bright moon!"

Xu Lingsha's eyes were clear, as if there were stars dormant. Her flowing cloud robe was rippling, and a bright moon rose behind her.

At this moment, she was like the fairy who had been left behind in the mortal world. Her Taoist heart was unfazed, and she carried the Xiantai Spiritual Waterfall on her shoulders and climbed up to the peak with sonorous steps.

"The sword box is full of dust, and the caged bird is full of sun and moon."

Sword Fourteen's eyes were deep, and the sword box behind him shone with a startling light.

He sacrificed the vision of Shen Zang. It was an ancient sword from eternity. There was no light from the sky, and it seemed that it could cut even the heaven and earth. The ancient sword hung half a foot in front of him, opening up a spiritual waterfall for him. , left without hindrance.

A group of talented people, either offering sacred visions or spiritual weapons, climbed to the top!

With Ye Zang taking the lead, how could the other geniuses be able to practice at the foot of the mountain with peace of mind.

However, there were some geniuses who lost their will to compete, so they went into seclusion at the foot of the mountain. Chu Qianchao and Lan Yushu from the Divine Sect were also there.

The huge peak reaches the sky, and the raging spiritual waterfall is like a large swamp rolling on the peak.

A group of geniuses, like the mayflies that shake the world, climbed up the mountain and left.

The Immortal Terrace is resplendent, with radiance rippling in all directions. There are Taoist sounds echoing on it, and the figures of immortals are like a fairyland, which makes people fascinated.

Ye Zang did not sacrifice the divine treasure, nor did he sacrifice any spiritual energy, nor did he burst out the candle dragon energy.

Just like that, he walked away in blood. The Xiantai Spirit Waterfall was like a sharp blade, hitting his body, but it couldn't stop him in the slightest.

"Ye Zang, hand over the great spiritual weapon!"

"Fellow Daoist Ye, what did you get from the True Immortal Treasure? Give it to me to teach you, so that you can be safe." "Junior brother, this is a great achievement. Dedicate it to my Shenzhao Island, and I can give you a few nice words from the Dharma King. .”

In Ye Zang's ears, he seemed to recall various scenes in his previous life, where he was hunted down by countless people.

After cultivating for eight hundred years, he became a late bloomer and relied on the inheritance of the Demon King to rise. After the secret treasure of the true immortal was opened by Ruan Xifeng, Ye Zang immediately went to compete and obtained the 'Yin Yang Reincarnation Jade'.

I don't know where the news leaked out, and he was pursued endlessly.

At that time, Tian Ming was about to be in chaos, Fu Ze Ling Land was disappearing, war was raging, and the Divine Religion could not protect him.

At that time, all the main forces of the divine sect had gone to the Dayan Tiangong. Shu Aohan, as the youngest Taoist master since the establishment of the divine sect, slashed down the Dayan Tiangong with a sword. At that time, there was also great chaos within the divine sect. Many people covet the so-called Taoist weapon in his hand.

Ye Zang was hunted to the ends of the earth and died under the siege of hundreds of monks.

Looking back on the past, everything seems like a passing cloud and insignificant.

Although time was wasted, this experience can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

After entering Taoism in the second generation, Ye Zang's Taoist heart was as strong as iron.

"This Ye Zang, why can't he take a step back!" You Tianjiao gasped for air. He was forced to step back by the spiritual waterfall. Looking at Ye Zang's indomitable appearance, he said with a face full of unwillingness.

"Ye Zang, stop!"

The Holy Son of Taichu is currently closest to Ye Zang, less than five hundred feet away.

He was covered in blood, and with the blessing of the Five Elements Seal, he pushed the countercurrent spiritual waterfall and stepped on it, shaking the heaven and the earth.

"Why, why can you do so unimpeded!" Ziyao trembled all over, looking at Ye Zang who was thousands of feet away. The figure was out of reach. She couldn't accept the current situation.

The other geniuses were also shocked.

Ye Zang didn't stop. From the moment he climbed the giant peak, he never took a step back.

Even if the Taoist robe invades the blood and the crazy restraint attacks, he will not avoid it. In his eyes, these turbulent spiritual waterfalls are like a continuous drizzle.

Outside the boundary, the figure of Tianjiao on the giant peak of Yunmiao is as tiny as an ant.

But the real person’s Dharma eyes can also observe clearly.

Ye Zang was like a sharp sword that moved forward in an indomitable way, walking at the front, followed by a group of geniuses behind him.

"This son has such a strong Taoist heart, he will definitely achieve great achievements in the future." Master Jiuxiao also said in surprise.

"Those are the top ten true traditions of our divine sect, Ye Zang!" Elder Tiangang laughed loudly.

"Burial Immortal Sea, Ye Zang..." Pirate Heaven's eyes narrowed slightly.

Chen Baishan gently twirled his beard and looked at Ye Zang climbing to the peak in the spiritual waterfall, silent.

At Fufeng Gorge, tens of thousands of elders and monks looked at Ye Zang, and they were also shocked by Ye Zang's actions. Such a trip to the top of the mountain is really rare.

After this discussion, Ye Zang will definitely be famous in Tianming and spread far and wide to other continents!

The black-robed figure on the Sendai Road was like a mayfly in the vast swamp of the Spiritual Waterfall, but he was moving forward indomitably, and could not be oppressed by any restrictions.

On the other hand, look at other geniuses.

Under the impact of Sendai Spirit Waterfall, many people died and many were injured.

Screams and wails were everywhere.

The geniuses looked in pain, their Taoist hearts swayed by the restrictions, and some were kicked out of the realm on the spot.

Ten days later, Ye Zang's face turned pale and the blood in his Taoist robe had dried up.

His gaze was deep, like an ancient stone, still climbing to the peak step by step despite the wind and rain.

The Holy Son of Taichu was only three hundred feet away from Ye Zang. He gritted his teeth and could hardly hold on at this moment. Most of his momentum was consumed by the Xiantai Spiritual Waterfall.

He couldn't understand why Ye Zang could move forward without resorting to any external force, just relying on his state of mind to stay ahead of them.

Thousands of blows made Ye Zang's Taoist heart more stable.

"Ye Zang, what have you done? Could it be that you are protected by a spiritual weapon of the Great Dao!" The Holy Son of Taichu roared several hundred feet behind Ye Zang.

His face was ferocious, his hair was fluttering, and his face was full of reluctance.

At this moment, we are less than a thousand feet away from the magnificent Immortal Platform. If nothing unexpected happens, Ye Zang is destined to win the first place!

Precisely because he knew this, the Holy Son of Taichu had no energy at all. He had gone through so many bloody battles and was still defeated here, which he couldn't accept.

Ye Zang looked back and glanced at Taichu Holy Son, his expression extremely indifferent.

He didn't speak, just took another step and climbed to Sendai.

The Holy Son of Taichu roared crazily and told Ye Zang to stop.

Thousands of sails have passed, but they will not fall into the blue clouds.

This is probably a bit unfair to these talented young talents like them. Although Ye Zang was not a peerless figure in his previous life, the years and hardships he had experienced, and then his rebirth, and his firmness of heart were incomparable to them.

Step by step, very steadily, he walked the last thousand feet.

This section of the road is intertwined with the hardships of his previous life, and the vicissitudes of life are like a fantasy.

Sendai seemed to be welcoming him, scattering patches of golden light that gathered into the Qingyun Ladder.

The mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are green, the cranes are singing in unison, the simple Taoist sounds are echoing on the Immortal Platform, and the fairy mist is rising.

In just an instant, the sky suddenly opened, and the clouds receded into pieces, like ripples in the sea.

In the immortal platform, above the clouds and mist, immortal kings came and went one after another, ethereal and misty.

It was the phantom reflected by the Taoists who had once ascended to heaven. They seemed to be welcoming Ye Zang. They were densely packed, driving phoenix chariots and palaces, and there were even transcendent fairies flying around in the breeze.

Sendai is formed by the precipitation of gold-plated energy.

Ye Zang is inside and outside the boundary, and in the eyes of all Taoists, he takes one step forward and climbs to the Immortal Platform!

boom!

The sky suddenly trembled, and in the breath, all the spiritual waterfalls rippling out of the Immortal Platform quickly closed in, and a majestic Immortal Mist fell, and all other geniuses were thrown out of the realm.

"Why, I'm not willing to give in!" The Holy Son of Taichu roared with scarlet eyes. He was swept by the huge fairy mist and headed out of the world.

"The discussion in this world is over, Tianmu takes the lead and buries Ye Zang in the Immortal Sea!"

The head of the Taihua Sect's eyes trembled, and he waved the Supreme Flag in his hand. His voice was like thunder, echoing in the sky. He looked at Chen Baishan and laughed: "Chen Baishan, you are lucky."

Needless to say, all the real monks from various sects present witnessed this scene.

On the 48,000-foot Immortal Platform, a black-robed Taoist stood proudly with an expressionless face. His Taoist robes rustled, and the golden aura of the Immortal Platform spilled, making him the most eye-catching person in the Tianming Continent.

Even from tens of thousands of miles away, one can see the divine power of creation reflected in Tianmu Immortal Platform.

(End of this chapter)