Lingzhi: I have an entry panel

Song He had known about manifesting his magical powers for a long time.

So he's been preparing.

As soon as the banquet was taken down, the first challenger appeared immediately.

"Fellow Daoist Song, I want to be the first to ask for advice!"

This is a female cultivator wearing a purple-gold robe. Her eyes are extremely clear, like jade that is not stained by dust, and her whole body is filled with a feeling of natural purity.

"Oh, fellow Taoist of Taiqing Miaoxuan Sect, I wonder what kind of advice you want to ask for?"

Song He said unhurriedly: "The talismans and formations can all be decided by fellow Taoists."

He is extremely confident now.

This is the dream world of the Flower of Dreams, with the authority of creation and the way of heaven serving as the source of spiritual energy. As long as he knows the spiritual plant, he can create it at will.

"I am a monk from Shenfu Pavilion of Taiqing Miaoxuan Sect. I would like to ask for advice on talismans tomorrow."

The female cultivator smiled slightly and waved her sleeves——

Purple-gold talismans flew out from her sleeves and robes one after another, forming a large and tightly knit formation in mid-air, filled with the purple aura of thunder.

In an instant, there was lightning and thunder, and the fairy mountain was shrouded in the power of thunder.

The two Tiandao who were watching the show were stunned for a moment, and then they were speechless - you use this formation to challenge Song He?
His calamity peach tree was short of thunder, so it was delivered to his door.

"Tai Qing Zi Xiao Thunder Formation?"

"Thunder formation?"

"Golden elixir is really capable of controlling such a large formation."

The Nascent Souls who were watching commented unhurriedly.

They are not optimistic about tomorrow.

And this is indeed the case - Song He glanced at the sky and waved his sleeves, and countless peach blossoms suddenly appeared in the mid-air.

The petals of those peach blossoms had faintly formed strange talisman patterns, and they were flying directly towards the thunder talisman array in the sky.

This is a special spiritual plant created by Song He using the fourth-level spiritual plant Burning Peach and combining it with the two terms "Inducing Thunder and Storing Power" and "Calamity and Spring" to deal with thunder.

Perhaps the quality of a single one is not as good as the thunder talisman made tomorrow, but there are so many that they rush into the formation almost in an instant.

They fly around wildly, frantically absorbing the thunder power inside.

Some were split into coke and fly ash by the thunder, but more of them absorbed all the lightning with the help of the talismans on the surface.

Ming Zhou was stunned for a moment.

She felt an uncontrollable suction force that even briefly took over her control, which was absolutely fatal in a fight.

In just this moment, Taohua had already destroyed her talisman formation.

They absorbed enough thunder power and returned to Song He with satisfaction, flying around in Song He's open palm.

Soon a brilliant peach blossom tree was formed, with branches and leaves made of thunder and lightning.

Song He smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, I accept."

This is the fact. A Jindan wants to deal with him on his home court. This is the result. There can be no surprises.

If it really takes a few rounds to defeat a golden elixir, he might as well plant sweet potatoes as soon as possible.

"..."

"What is this, to break it with force?"

"What a magical peach blossom. Does Lingye Sect originally have such a spiritual plant?"

"Haha, fellow Taoist disciples really need to practice more for a while!"

The last words were spoken by Master Xing Ke to a powerful man from Miaoxuan Sect of Taiqing who was watching the battle.

The latter smiled helplessly: "You're lucky to have such a disciple."

He wasn't angry or anything.

He just waved his hand towards Ming Zhou and said: "If you lose, you lose, but other fellow Taoists should have some ideas, right?"

These words are really "full of malice".

So, just after leaving tomorrow morning, the second challenger couldn't wait to appear.

Still an acquaintance.

The visitor was dressed as a scholar, but she was a woman.

It was Wen Suiyue.

She smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist Song, this little girl is here to ask for advice. I want to see how your painting skills are."

"Oh?" Song He still had a confident smile on his face: "That's a coincidence. I have a good friend who is also good at painting."

He waved his sleeves.

A calabash doll jumped out immediately.

This gourd doll has a warm green small gourd on its head. It is wearing an extremely elegant robe and holds a paintbrush and an unopened ink in its hand.

It bowed slightly to Wen Suiyue: "I'm Yimu Gourd Xiaomu, asking for advice from fellow Taoists on behalf of my master."

After finishing speaking, it shook the gourd in its hand, and seven more gourd dolls of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple appeared inside. The ink ingots held in each hand were of different colors.

They began to paint with ink on the spot.

Although there are eight gourd dolls, their cooperation is very subtle and close. They divide the labor and cooperate, and soon use the sky and the earth as the canvas to paint an extremely realistic gourd valley.

There are countless gourds growing there.

There are not only five element gourds, yin and yang gourds, sun gourds, and moon gourds, but also soul bodies, hidden swords, life and death...

It is simply an exhibition garden of gourds.

The most important thing is that those gourds are swaying, and they seem to be pregnant with corresponding spirituality and spiritual power. They will burst out with just a command from Xiaomu.

After finishing the painting, Xiaomu smiled shyly: "Fellow Taoist, please!"

"..." What a fart!

Wen Suiyue almost couldn't hold back her curse.

She resisted the desire to complain, and painted with the Lingbao brush in her hand, and soon she drew the most powerful mythical beast she could draw at present-Xuanniao.

The black bird spread its wings and flew out, its cry was clear and high-pitched.

The black wings spread out as if they were blocking out the sky and the sun, carrying the unique pressure of a divine beast.

Flying straight towards the Calabash Valley, the black mysterious light spurted out endless flames, as if it was going to completely burn down the Calabash Valley.

However, a series of gourds that have a restraining effect on flames, such as water hyacinth, moonlight gourd, and ice soul gourd in the Calabash Valley, flew out one after another.

Under the protection of thick earth gourds, diamond gourds, sword surrounded gourds and other gourds, they bombarded the black birds wildly.

Various auras were overwhelming like a majestic rainstorm.

The poor black bird can't be beaten again and again. If it wants to escape, it will be blocked by the Yin Qi gourd, mud gourd and other gourds.

It was soon surrounded by countless rays of light gushing out from the gourd, and it seemed to be extinguished - but it was only "like", because after the black bird had no ability to resist, a mediocre purple gourd was nothing more than a mediocre purple gourd. Appear.

It hid behind the gourds and aimed at the black bird. The huge suction force directly sucked the black bird in, and then retracted back to the gourd valley. Wen Suiyue opened her eyes wide: "..."

ah? Bringing someone to grab it? You just sucked it away?

She stared at Song He, speechless.

Song He smiled awkwardly: "Perhaps my friend is a little happy to see you, so don't blame me, fellow Taoist scholar."

The implication of this is of course that I am not prepared to return it.

That gourd is specialized in collecting all kinds of strange objects. Now that he has received a rare spiritual power from a black bird, of course he will turn to Xiaomu.

Wen Suiyue could only shake her head helplessly: "Fellow Taoist, my friend's painting skills are really superb in one gourd, one is like this, and one hundred are like this."

After saying that, she bowed her hands and left.

Then several people came up to challenge one after another, involving alchemy, weapon refining, animal taming, puppet making...

Anyway, they were all resolved skillfully by Song He.

The only thing worth mentioning is that the Tianjimen monk who came to ask him for advice on Tianji arithmetic was actually a monster, a turtle to be precise.

It used its shed shell as a magic weapon to divine fortune, but was almost fainted by Song He's luck, but it still completed the fortune with tears in its eyes.

Finally left excitedly.

Song He always felt that it was here to take advantage of the power of Heaven. The closer it was to Heaven, the easier it would be to predict certain things. This guy didn't want to win at all, he just wanted to get an answer.

With Guigui leaving, only the Tianqing Sword Sect, Xianle Sect, and his main sect Lingye Sect were left among the nine sects.

Of course, there are also the demon cultivators and monsters from Tianwaitian.

After a brief moment of silence and eye contact.

The next one, the monk from Tianqing Sword Sect, came up.

Unexpectedly, it was not Yi Chen, an acquaintance.

But it was a somewhat familiar monk.

He was holding a wine gourd and a sword casually in his hand. The clothes he wore showed half of his chest, but his skin showed a strange black-red color.

There seemed to be two weird forces intertwined there.

Anyway, he didn't look like a righteous monk. If he hadn't come from the Tianqing Sword Sect, Song He would have thought it was some kind of demon cultivator.

What needs to be mentioned here is that although he is the manager of this world, he does not clearly see all the information about everyone.

So it’s normal not to know each other.

The more Song He looked at it, the weirder he felt. Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he said in surprise: "Wait, you are..." Qing Yuantian's sword!

He didn't say the next words.

But this young man should have heard it.

Without saying a word, he just waved the sword in his hand and stabbed him.

The figure flashed strangely and appeared in front of Song He.

The sharp blade of the sword is filled with bloodthirsty power, as if it is eager to devour all living things in the world.

"This is……?"

"What a terrifying space manipulation power."

"Isn't that the divine power of Yang Mei and Luo Hu?"

The one who said the last words was Patriarch Bai Jin who was sitting at the top of Lingye Sect.

She frowned slightly.

"The transformation of a divine sword into a human being is definitely not a spur-of-the-moment preparation..."

As she said that, she glanced towards the Tianqing Sword Sect.

With a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, he looked at the sword-wielding elder of the Tianqing Sword Sect, and his voice came: "How did you let him be born in this world, by seizing the body or the fetus?"

As the protector of Empress Nuwa, Bai Jin hates the idea of ​​reincarnating beings who should not have come into this world into human beings through some abnormal methods.

For this reason, she once overthrew the famous "Reincarnation Cult" in the spiritual world in a rage - it was said that the Cult could customize reincarnated families and parents, and many monks suffered.

It is simply a human tragedy that the children who are supposed to be our children are replaced inexplicably!
It is completely inconsistent with the laws of heaven and man.

The elder of the Tianqing Sword Sect, who was being watched like this by her, was suddenly sweating profusely, and quickly explained: "Senior, we did not force or force anyone, we just bought a reincarnation talisman from the underworld."

"Reincarnation Talisman?"

The Taiqing Miaoxuanzong monk on the side became interested.

"You can find it in the underworld, can you tell me about it? I am willing to owe you a favor!"

The so-called "Underworld" is the personal power of the Saint Empress Tu, which can affect reincarnation to a limited extent, and its whereabouts have been difficult to find.

Unexpectedly, he was found by the monks of Tianqing Sword Sect.

The sword-wielding elders of Tianqing Sword Sect just pretended not to hear - you didn't look at your old face, did you still think you were Senior Bai Jin from the upper world?
It is normal for a dignified swordsman not to give face.

The real person of Taiqing Miaoxuanzong was not angry when he ignored him. He just looked thoughtfully at the figure who was fighting with Song He.

If it is really the reincarnation talisman, then there is still one very important thing missing. Do you want to get it here in Songhe?
……

At this time, Song He, who was tossing and turning, manifesting one spiritual plant after another to resist, had brilliant eyes.

Finally, someone who can fight has arrived!

There was no other reason. Not only could this swordsman tear apart space and reach him in an instant, he could also use the sword in his hand to absorb the vitality of almost all spiritual plants.

It is simply dedicated to restraining the Lingye Sect.

He knew very well that this was the special effect of Rahu's divine power, and he just wanted to try out the basics, so he never used his killing moves, or even his magical powers.

He even deliberately let the sword cultivator's sword energy penetrate into his embodied spiritual plant and let Xiaomu analyze it.

The sword cultivator didn't know if he saw his plan, so he stopped temporarily and said angrily: "You are not willing to use all your strength?"

"Uh, no."

Of course, Song He shook his head in denial, and then said back: "I think you are the one who didn't use your full strength, fellow Taoist."

"Haha." The sword cultivator sneered, "Okay, then I will use my full strength!"

Saying this, he threw the sword into the sky.

The unremarkable long sword suddenly emitted endless shadows of two-color spiritual light - willow branches and sarcoma.

The originally calm air around him immediately became restless, and even some less harmonious afterimages appeared - there was power invading the dream of the Dream Flower!
As the owner of the Flower of Dreams, Song He of course felt it immediately. It was definitely the consciousness of Great Immortal Yang Mei and Demon Ancestor Luohu!

The power of the two of them is not only invading this dream world, but also trying to reach the real world through dreams.

You said that you are a swordsman who recruits people whenever you disagree with him. What the hell is going on? From a battle of wits to a competition with who is tougher in the background?
The two patriarchs, Bai Jin and Ju Mang, stood up immediately, followed by the leader, Master Xing Ke and others.

Their expressions were obviously not very good.

This is the golden elixir ceremony for the disciples of the Lingye Sect. Are you here to bring trouble to someone with demonic thoughts?

Could it be that their Lingye Sect has been so despised now?

The monks of the Tianqing Sword Sect were also sweating profusely - hadn't this little ancestor clearly suppressed the demonic thoughts? Why did it suddenly break out?
Could it be that the power of Song He's words was more powerful than the angry shouts of the scholars at Chenhuan Academy? (End of chapter)