Bone Taoist

Chapter 691 Going deep behind enemy lines
Ye Zang stood on a high cliff and looked up at the girl. Zifu Mietian's magical power was agitated and the sky was buzzing. With his breath, the wind and clouds changed color and the world became dark.

Jiang Yijing focused slightly and looked at Ye Zang with surprise.

She sensed a dangerous aura. The powerful spiritual sense of the unprepossessing Taoist in front of her was covering her tightly, and it was impossible to escape from her if she made any movement.

"When did such a person appear in the Northern Wilds? Could he be the last freak of the generation..."

Jiang Yijing frowned slightly, associating Ye Zang with cultivators like Bai Yujing.

She thought to herself and took action in the next second.

The casting speed was so fast, like lightning. There seemed to be a golden light bursting out from his palm. He slapped down from the air with one palm, and the space in all directions was cracked. Dragon energy surged in the sky.

This move of Nascent Soul magical power has almost reached the pinnacle of this realm, and ordinary Taoists will definitely not be able to dodge it.

Ye Zang reacted extremely quickly and captured it instantly with his Dharma Eye.

He took a step forward, his figure disappeared, and appeared behind Jiang Yijing.

Ye Zang did not use the Heaven-Destroying Method because it was too conspicuous. Although he and Jiang Yijing had never met before, the latter had also heard of Ye Zang's name. There were many Taoists who knew that Ye Zang had inherited the Heaven-Destroying Method.

Arms vibrate.

Ye Zang used the strength of his body to crush Ling Xiao to pieces. The terrifying energy formed a sky-swallowing candle dragon, which bit and killed him with the power of wind and rain.

"Candle Dragon Technique!" Jiang Yijing widened her eyes, her beautiful eyes trembling slightly.

She formed seals with her palms, and her magic power was like a rushing river.

He raised a huge golden wave that shook the sky and confronted them.

A deafening sound spread across the sky, sweeping across all directions. The clouds above the realm were torn apart, and the earth veins trembled continuously.

Ye Zang didn't give her time to breathe.

With every punch and kick, he was like a young candle dragon, confronting the opponent with his domineering physical energy.

Bang bang bang!
The two of them were instantly thrown hundreds of miles away. Jiang Yijing's black robe fluttered, veins bulged on her arms, and magic power surrounded her body. She was shocked by Ye Zang's attack. There were very few Taoists in the Nascent Soul stage who would fight like this without regard for consumption.

hum!
Above the earth, two figures were moving back and forth.

Mountains were razed to the ground, raising clouds of dust and debris.

Jiang Yijing was forced to retreat again and again by Ye Zang, her pretty face slightly cold.

She let out a delicate cry and summoned a gilded broadsword from her divine treasure. With a violent tremor, domineering magic power vibrated from the blade, and the sharp power tore a terrifying ditch in the earth veins.

"You are so accomplished, I think you are not an unknown person!"

Jiang Yijing narrowed her eyes, she shouted loudly, and the golden sword slashed down from the air, and the sound of the whistle echoed throughout the wilderness.

Ye Zang's black robe fluttered, and a candle dragon energy sea took shape on his chest.

He fully unleashed the power of his physical body, and the terrifying energy swept over like huge waves. Before the golden sword could chop down, he managed to resist it with his own energy.

With his ten fingers pinching the long sword, Ye Zang suddenly exerted force, and his arms shook with a force of tens of millions of pounds.

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Even so, it still did not cause any damage to the knife. This magical weapon was of great power and was one of the innate spiritual weapons. It seemed that it had been refined in Jiang Yijing's divine treasure for a long time. It was filled with gilded dragon energy and was indestructible.

Seeing this, Ye Zang swung his arm, and Zhulong roared, shaking the Tongtian Golden Sword back.

The noise of the fight between the two was so loud that it could be seen from a long distance away.

The spiritual awareness of ordinary Nascent Soul Stage 3 cultivators is very strong. Almost all Taoists within ten thousand miles have noticed it and rushed here.

The first to arrive were naturally the two male disciples who were traveling with Jiang Yijing.

As soon as the two of them flew here, they were frightened by the devastated veins of the ground within a radius of hundreds of miles, and stared with wide eyes.

During the incense stick of time that Ye Zang and Jiang Yijing were fighting, the whole place was turned upside down and all the ground veins were covered!

"Senior sister, we are here to help you!" the male disciple shouted.

"This man is quite skilled in Taoism. You two should step back." Jiang Yijing said with concentration, holding the golden knife.

Upon hearing this, the two looked at Ye Zang. Being stared at by his vertical pupils that looked like those of the great demon Zhulong, they instantly felt cold from head to toe.

"In the history of Northern Wilderness, there was once a Northern King who unified the three great plains with his Candle Dragon Body. Are you the descendant of that elder?" Jiang Yijing asked, squinting his eyes and looking alert.

"Whether it is true or not, it has nothing to do with you. I don't want to cause too much trouble. You people from Dongsheng should not look for trouble with me." Ye Zang said casually.

He went with the flow and concealed his identity as a cultivator from the Northern Wilderness, which made sense.

Because many people in the Northern Wilds practice physical cultivation and body training, the Candle Dragon Technique is also very famous in the history of the Northern Wilds and once shone brightly.

"Brother Daoist, you are extremely talented. Why don't you join my Longshou Mountain? In the future, my sect can help you rise in the Northern Wilderness." Jiang Yijing seemed to conceive that Ye Zang was the descendant of the King of the North and wanted to win him over directly.

"Not interested." Ye Zang shook his head.

"Brother, don't be in a hurry to refuse. Since you have come to the secret treasure of the God and Demon Rift Valley, you must be seeking for an opportunity. As long as you follow me back to Dongsheng and join my Longshou Mountain lineage, I will do my best to train you." Jiang Yijing said with a smile.

If I go back with you, I won't be able to come back alive. Let alone whether Ye Zang's identity will be exposed, this Candle Dragon Technique alone will attract the attention of many Taoist sects.

Ye Zang seemed to be thinking about something, then he squinted his eyes and smiled, "I have no shortage of opportunities, I came to Mi Zang only to seek revenge, if you really want to invite me to join Longshou Mountain, you have to be sincere."

"Brother, please tell me about it." Jiang Yijing asked with narrowed eyes.

"When the secret treasure of the King of the North in my Beihuang Continent was opened in the past, some disciples from the noble families of the Burial Sea of ​​Immortals went in to plunder the opportunity and took away many inheritances from my ancestors. If you can help me kill the members of that lineage, I would consider it." Ye Zang spread his hands.

"Chu Qianchao?" Jiang Yijing asked.

"Not really. I can't afford to offend the people of Shenzhao Island." Ye Zang smiled and said, "Please help me to kill the disciples of Qiandao Pavilion and Chongyang Lake here. These two families have a deep grudge against my clan."

Jiang Yijing said without any hesitation, "How difficult is this? I came here to kill the Tianming cultivator. The two disciples you mentioned seem to be from the 24th generation of the Buried Immortal Sea. If I come across them, I will kill them without mercy."

"Are you serious?" Ye Zang raised his eyebrows.

"I will agree to your request, brother, but you must keep your word and go back to Longshou Mountain with me." Jiang Yijing said.

Ye Zang felt that she was very interested in his Zhulong technique.

Zhulong was also a true dragon in ancient times. Before the Nine Saints, the Ten Continents were ruled by great monsters, and among the great monsters, the true dragons were the most powerful. The true dragons' Taoism also had similarities.

If this Zhulong technique were obtained by Longshou Mountain, it would be like a tiger with wings.

"Then it's settled." Ye Zang said.

Jiang Yijing shook his sleeves and a token flew out.

There seemed to be an ancient ban on it. "Sixty thousand miles south of here is an ancient city occupied by my disciples of Longshou Mountain. Brother Dao can wait for me there." Jiang Yijing said sternly.

Ye Zang took the token.

This woman was afraid that she would not keep her word, so she ran away. Unfortunately, she made a wrong calculation.

With Ye Zang's unique magic, no matter how complicated and ancient the ancient array restrictions in this ruins are, they cannot trap him. After all, it is within the Nascent Soul Realm, and those ancient array restrictions cannot break through the shackles of He Dao.

"You, go back to the ancient city with this Taoist brother." Jiang Yijing said to the two disciples, and secretly communicated with them using his spiritual sense. It is unknown what he said.

Then, Jiang Yijing turned her head and looked at Ye Zang, and said with a smile: "By the way, I don't know your name yet, how should I address you?"

"Just call me Murong." Ye Zang said casually.

There are many double surnames in the Northern Wilds. The King of the Northern Territory who once achieved the state of Candle Dragon is also said to be from the Murong clan.

"Mr. Muran, please..."

The male disciple said with a slightly gloomy look in his eyes.

Ye Zang smiled and flew away to the south with the two men.

Not long after Ye Zang left, many people came here, including Taoist priests from Dongsheng and Tianming, and a fight broke out immediately.

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The sky was filled with thick blood mist, and the twelve-tiered lotus throne was swaying in the sky, captivating everyone's heart.

Ye Zang remained silent, and the two male disciples beside him kept guarding him.

"The mark of the primordial spirit. This girl's Nascent Soul has been completed. She is half a step into the state of harmony with the Dao." Ye Zang narrowed his eyes.

He looked at it thoughtfully.

Judging from this trace of soul mark alone, Ye Zang could roughly infer Jiang Yijing's realm. Her soul was quite powerful and could at least leave her body and travel a thousand miles away.

Along the way, the three of them didn't speak.

After flying for half an hour, Ye Zang asked casually, "Among the eight sects of Dongsheng Immortal, how strong is your sect? Can it compete with Dayan Heavenly Palace?"

"Fellow Daoist Murong, you will know when you go to Longshou Mountain." The male disciple had a blank expression on his face.

"Is the Senior Sister Jiang we talked about just now the chief disciple of Longshou Mountain?" Ye Zang asked again.

“Yes, within a hundred years, our Longshou Mountain will produce a generation of genius Dragon Leader. Senior Sister Jiang has been practicing Taoism for three hundred years and has won the championship three times in a row. No one in Longshou Mountain can defeat her.” The male disciple’s eyes sparkled and he said calmly.

"Really? When I was in the Northern Wilderness, I only heard that there was a Tan Tai Jing in the Dayan Palace in Dongsheng, who was the best of her generation in Dongsheng. May I ask how Brother Jiang compares to her?" Ye Zang asked.

Hearing this, the male disciple's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly fell silent.

"Brother Murong, Fellow Daoist Tan Tai has never practiced with my senior sister, so this question really embarrasses me."

"Senior Sister Jiang once competed with disciples from the Guanghan Holy Land. She fought ten people in a row and remained undefeated. She was able to enter the Holy Land's Dao Discussion Conference. Only a handful of foreign disciples could participate in this Guanghan Dao Discussion Conference. That was why Tan Tai Jing was not invited." Another person said immediately, somewhat unconvinced.

Among the eight Dongsheng immortal sects, Guanghan Holy Land is the most mysterious.

Although this sect is also one of the Eight Immortal Sects, it seldom participates in the debates between immortals and demons and has always maintained a neutral position. However, unlike other sects that follow the path of inheriting disciples, almost every disciple in the Guanghan Immortal Domain is a person of extraordinary talent.

Along the way, Ye Zang never tired of asking about Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Half a day later, the three of them crossed several mountains.

Finally, I saw a ruined ancient city in a rift valley jungle.

This is a relic city of creation in the southern part of the secret treasure of the realm, named "Linyuan". It was once a huge city on the border of the God and Demon Rift Valley. Long ago, it guarded the junction of the two continents.

The spiritual energy that rushed towards him made his bones tremble.

There is also a spiritual vein under this ancient city, but it is inferior to the spiritual vein of Beiqu City occupied by the disciples of the Chu family.

There are very few disciples from Longshou Mountain entrenched in this place, only about fifty people. Most of them are at the first or second level of the Nascent Soul realm, and are practicing in seclusion in the cave.

"Senior Sister will be back within a month at most. Fellow Daoist Murong can rest here for a while. It is best not to leave the city." The two men led Ye Zang to a cave in the city.

With the token in hand, Ye Zang can travel freely.

With his Dharma eyes observing the surroundings, Ye Zang was planning something in his mind.

Originally, he wanted to deal with the disciples of Qiandao Pavilion and Chongyang Lake himself, but now someone has done it for him.

This method of cutting off one's descendants is truly insidious. If it succeeds, Qiandao Pavilion and Chongyang Lake will surely decline within a hundred years. The Fu and Wang families can take advantage of the situation and join the bishop's territory, ranking among the twenty-fourth families. Ye Zang's voice in the church will become even stronger.

"When aristocratic families fight, the ones who suffer in the end are the disciples themselves." Ye Zang narrowed his eyes.

This was the reason why he didn't want to have anything to do with the aristocratic family in the first place. Otherwise, with Ye Zang's talent at the time, there would probably be countless people secretly eyeing him.

It was not until he had achieved great success in Taoism that he and Shu Aohan became Taoist partners. Even so, they could not rest easy.

To be the bishop, Ye Zang must have a team of people he trusts. Otherwise, even if Chen Baishan and the King of Dharma forcefully elevate Ye Zang to the position of the leader of the cult, they will not be able to stabilize the mixed bag of people in the bishop's territory.

After closing the door of the cave, Ye Zang took out the formation plate and set up a large formation to cover up the aura in the room.

Afterwards, he sat cross-legged on the cushion and rested for half a day.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Zang silently recited the Taoist text of leaving the body, and his soul quietly left his body.

Ye Zang's mind moved, and he used a method of escape. His soul soared thousands of miles into the sky, straight into the ninth heaven.

Sitting cross-legged on a big cloud, Ye Zang’s Dharma Eye overlooked the entire ancient city of Linyuan.

"This formation is quite interesting, but many of the formation patterns are damaged. I'm afraid it's useless."

Ye Zang looked at the ancient formation that defended Linyuan City and was thinking about something.

Then, Ye Zang raised his eyes, and his soul looked at the twelve-grade blood-red lotus in the sky.

The crimson petals swayed, rippling the mysterious energy above the sky. In any place in the vast Nascent Soul Secret Treasure, one could see this swaying twelve-level lotus seat, hanging high in the sky, like the bright sun.

"I will take advantage of the free time now to observe the Lotus Seat and Dao Pattern of this real person. Maybe I can learn something from it."

During the more than half a year that he had stayed in Langya Palace, Meihualuo had delivered many soul-sealing stickers on behalf of the King of Inspiration.

All the records are about the cultivation of the Purple Mansion Realm.

The King of Inspiration is not satisfied with the three realms of Shenzang, and seems to want to change the three realms of Zifu. In his opinion, these are ancient methods of cultivation. When the great world comes in the future, these realms and methods will become shackles.

"The golden elixir has been broken, the Nascent Soul has been formed, and I am now about to enter the realm of He Dao. If I go back to cultivate again, God knows what kind of situation will arise." Ye Zang frowned slightly and shook his head thinking.

(End of this chapter)