I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Chapter 515: Nine Dead Rakshasa Leader, Eight-carved Dragon Dao Soul

Among the five great masters of the Tao in contemporary times, Patriarch Buzhou founded the Buzhou Palace, the Dragon Emperor established the Yuyuan Dragon Court, and the seventh-generation Patriarch Baoxu took over the Tiandu Immortal Palace. They are all very powerful forces.

Although Huang Shi Yun Die and Ling Zhou Sheng Di have very different personalities, they have one thing in common: they both don't like to build up any big power.

The ancestral temple of Huangshi Yundie was originally used to commemorate the ancient ancestors of the Southern Wilderness, who used eight-foot wooden sticks to measure and record the solar terms in the eight directions. They also measured the sun and watched the shadows here, and created the "Dashan Fumu" calendar. The history is old enough, but there are only a few simple stone houses.

It was because Yundie protected all living beings during the demonic calamity and was appreciated by all living beings that many masters collected Yundie's life stories. Every master and every organization took out some of their collections, rebuilt the temple here, and carved Yundie's deeds into story reliefs.

A statue of the cloud and butterfly god was placed in the main hall, and statues of the ancestors who created the calendar, one male and one female, stood on the left and right, holding wooden sticks and rope knots respectively.

This is how the first temple in the Southern Wilderness gained its majesty after the Middle Ages.

No one knows whether Yundie himself has ever been here after the ancestral temple was built.

However, the cloud butterfly reliefs and ancestor statues in the ancestral temple have all received blessings from the masters of the Southern Wilderness since the end of the Middle Ages.

In this place where witchcraft is flourishing, martial arts are sometimes overshadowed by witchcraft. The blessing methods performed by masters of all generations can be said to be their main business.

When the secret methods of various schools were superimposed together, not only did no contradiction occur, but instead, unexpected miracles were created.

The major forces in the Southern Wilderness would often send some of their followers here, saying that they were here to sweep and visit, but in fact they were here to comprehend the traces of their predecessors in the temple.

Recently, there are hundreds of people who have settled near this temple and live in huts. Whenever they feel something in their hearts, they go into the temple and try to comprehend it.

At midnight today, when the moon was bright in the sky, a breeze suddenly blew and a thin mist covered the whole area.

The wind was strange, and the fog was even stranger. In just a blink of an eye, the area within a thousand miles was covered with fog, which immediately alerted many masters and they shouted in anger.

"Who dares to come to the Southern Wasteland Ancestral Temple and act so recklessly?!"

"You really don't know how to die. Quickly withdraw your magic, otherwise you will incur the wrath of the Southern Wilds."

Almost all the major forces in the Southern Wilderness have people practicing here. Gathered together at the mountain gate behind them, they are enough to represent the entire Southern Wilderness. Of course, they are very confident and not at all fearful.

Those with a hot temper would even create a fiery red carp totem on the spot.

"The divine carp leaps!"

The void was like the sea. When the carp touched the water, its whole body swayed violently. The origin of the void was touched, and silver waves appeared.

Any means such as haze and illusion between heaven and earth are like adding paint on the original picture scenery, and the origin of emptiness is the bottom foundation of all drawing paper.

This move of the Divine Carp Splashing is a famous method of breaking illusions in the Southern Wilds. The red carp is like fire, and the void is like water. With the dual refinement of water and fire, everything can be transformed into something great, and decay can be turned into something magical.

But today, this red carp totem, just after showing its power, suddenly its body bent and froze in mid-air, making a thunderous explosion, and its scales flew everywhere, its whole body charred black, and it fell down.

This totem technique is connected to the breath of the person who made the move. The carp totem turned black and fell, disintegrating into thoughts and vitality, and disappeared into thin air. The wizard on a nearby hill screamed, vomited blood, and fell on the bluestone.

This time everyone was shocked.

An experienced old wizard, wrapped in animal skins and withered vines wrapped around his head, shouted, "Everyone, don't act rashly. This mist is not an illusion in ordinary water-shaped spells. It seems to be the legendary Longbo's mirage thunder!"

“It is said that in the supreme secret book of Long Bo Lei Mansion, there is a set of the most powerful killing techniques, which is called ‘Xuan Huang Eight Scenes Immortal Slaying Divine Thunder’, also known as Long Bo Eight Scenes Thunder Method. It is divided into eight types: time, space, life, death, illusion, destruction, obscurity, and brightness. It is extremely powerful, and each of them is enough to cultivate immortal magical powers.”

"The orthodox descendants of the Long Bo clan, the kind of people who were able to take over as the Lord of the Thunder Palace in ancient times, practiced the ways of the Nine Abyss Gods and Demons, forged their bodies like armor, and did not explore the secret realms of the void. They only engraved immortality on their own combat bodies. At most, they could cultivate eight kinds of immortal magical powers, which are these eight kinds of divine thunder."

Although many people have never heard of how powerful the Longbolei Mansion was in the past.

However, they could all imagine what the eight immortal magical powers were.

Even if he is not as strong as a ninth-level Wuliang Zhendao master, he is definitely better than the ordinary eighth-level people in the mainstream martial arts who only have five kinds of immortal magical powers.

The mountains were silent for a moment.

If one really mastered the full set of Long Bo's Eight Scenes of Thunder, he would definitely not activate only one of them.

As the illusion appeared, the eight scenes moved at the same time, time and space were dislocated, and the realms were isolated.

Now, anyone within a thousand miles who wants to go out may get lost and return to their original place after encountering the fog. Or they may end up in a very remote and unknown place, which is definitely not within the Southern Wilderness.

When people outside the fog look at this area, they may see a completely normal ancestral temple and think that they have arrived in front of the ancestral temple, but in fact they are still thousands of miles away from the ancestral temple.

"The Longbo Lei Mansion declined early. I heard that when the Qin Dynasty plundered the Eight Desolate Dao Sects and confiscated all the Lei Mansion inheritances, they did not find the final trial site of the Longbo Lei Mansion. They only found some deformed Longbo Qi Refining inheritances."

The old wizard with withered vines muttered to himself, "Who on earth is this person who can actually practice Long Bo's Eight Scenery Thunder Method? Moreover, it seems that he has not even arrived close yet, but he has sent a divine thunder spell from a distance, causing a dislocation of time and space, affecting this much."

"They must be hunting down a certain expert, and they want to use this trick to mislead them."

Someone nearby heard this and couldn't help but ask, "Senior, this person is so arrogant that he doesn't even take us in the Southern Wilderness seriously. The person being hunted fled to the Ancestral Temple. It's obvious that he is also from our Southern Wilderness. Should we try to cooperate with him from inside and outside?!"

"useless."

The old man with the withered vine frowned and said, "I am the only one at the eighth level here. I think I am definitely no match for that person. Besides, the Eight Scenery Thunder Method does not require a formation, it forms its own formation."

"Unless there are eight eighth-level masters who enter this formation at the same time, we can guarantee that the formation will be broken. Even if we don't want to break the formation and just want to walk through it, it is not something we can do, unless..."

As they were talking, suddenly a colorful light shone through the fog in the east.

Just as everyone was about to be alert, someone cheered, "It's Taoist Master He Huan!"

Taoist Master Hehuan flew over, holding a precious pearl in his left hand. His expression was full of caution, but his beautiful appearance was still captivating.

The old man with withered vine was also stunned, but not because of the beauty, but because of the bead.

"Unless it is the Celestial Mother Holy Pearl passed down by the Hehuan Taoist Patriarch, because that Hehuan Patriarch was once the wife of the Longbolei Mansion Patriarch, but they later fell out, and there is some connection between the two sects."

"Tianmu is the mother of heaven and earth. She gave birth to heaven and earth for the eight scenes to play with. Therefore, only a master of Hehuan Dao holding Tianmu's Holy Pearl can pass through Long Bo's eight scenes of thunder formation."

The old man with the withered vine was stunned and said, "How could it be such a coincidence? Could it be that the master Long Bo was chasing after the Taoist Master He Huan?"

Taoist Master Hehuan had also seen Old Man Ku Teng. When he heard his question, he was slightly stunned.

In fact, Taoist Master Hehuan had not encountered his pursuers yet, but after receiving the warning, he did not dare to delay and immediately set out for the ancestral temple.

On the way, the Holy Pearl of the Mother of Heaven warned her that there was something unusual around the ancestral temple, so she took out the pearl and broke in.

"The person that man was chasing wasn't He Huan, but it was almost the same!"

Suddenly, a figure flashed in the fog and broke into the ancestral temple along the path of the colorful light.

Wang Changgong fell to the ground in a mess, his tiger-skin hunting suit was torn to pieces, his cowhide headband was chopped off, his black hair was disheveled, and he looked extremely miserable.

But as soon as he landed, Wang Changgong burst into laughter.

"Although he hasn't hunted down He Huan yet, all of us are his targets. Only when we get to the Ancestral Temple will we have a chance to fight him!"

Wang Changgong pointed the longbow in his hand to the sky, "I am right, am I right, the master of the first main hall of Buzhou Palace, the ancient elder Gu Daohun, oh no, since it is your clone, it should be called Long Daohun?!"

The fog suddenly disappeared, and the void above the sky pressed down like a silver avenue.

A blue-robed weirdo with long hair dancing like countless electric wires, a thin and fleshless face, tiger eyes, eagle nose, a broad frame but skinny, stood at the front end of the Silver Avenue and approached at a very fast speed.

"As expected of you, you are the descendant of Yundie. Even though we have never met, you actually know my methods and managed to escape from my hands to this extent!"

The original body of Gu Daohun was a powerful being in the boundless realm, and he almost ascended to the position of the headmaster of Buzhou Palace. Unfortunately, the one competing with him at that time was Emperor Qin Yingxiang.

After Yingxiang's death, Gu Daohun was willing to leave the position of the head sect vacant to commemorate his former friend and enemy, so he has always been only the master of the first main hall.

Because his brilliance was overshadowed by the Qin Emperor in those days, and he was later suppressed by the heavens and fell asleep, many of his deeds are unknown to outsiders.

For example, the final trial site of Longbolei Mansion had actually been found by Gu Daohun a long time ago.

He combined the Longbo Blood Pool and the Longbo Thunder Armor into a clone, which he named Long Daohun.

While demonstrating the power of his clone, he also raised his foot and broke several details of the formation in the final trial site. He was able to see the big picture from the small details and thus pry open all the formations.

Hundreds of years later, there was a descendant of the Lei Mansion named Zhuang Buyu, who was known as "Jade Hand Heavenly Sword". He entered the trial ground with the help of a token. With his qualifications and means, he should have been able to obtain the final inheritance, but he almost died. He could only merge with the token and turned into the spirit of the black jade bracelet, becoming the master of Lei Yuzhu.

All this is because the trial ground has been modified by someone.

Inside Buzhou Palace, very few people knew the true origin of Gu Daohun's incarnation. When they heard that it was called "Dragon Daohun", they thought it was made by collecting dragon blood just like Emperor Qin Yingxiang.

But Wang Changgong knew this.

Not only did he know, in a certain interpretation of the future, he had also experienced the feeling of dying at the hands of Long Daohun.

Therefore, he had long been prepared for this method of remote sensing and thunder magic to form a formation, which enabled him to use the Holy Pearl of Mother of Heaven to penetrate the formation and successfully enter the ancestral temple.

When the many practitioners near the temple heard the words "the master of the first main hall of Buzhou Palace" and "equivalent to the successor of Yundie", their faces changed drastically and some of them could not suppress the waves in their hearts.

Many people's first reaction is to run.

When it comes to things of this level, even if they claim that their sect is one of the top 30 major forces in the world, they really have no confidence.

However, many people's second reaction is completely different.

For example, old man Ku Teng decided in an instant to use all his strength to activate the blessing witchcraft left by their ancestors in the ancestral temple.

He is the descendant of Yundie, certified by Buzhou Palace, how could it be fake? !

Nanhuang and Yundie have lost contact for more than five hundred years. No one has been able to contact this great Taoist who was born in Nanhuang. Today may be the best opportunity, and it must not be missed!

"The spirits of heaven and earth, breathe my blood, the six-winged golden cicada..."

As soon as the old man with the withered vine started to practice his secret spell, he suddenly realized that the blessings of the entire ancestral temple had been triggered without him knowing when.

The secret methods of the major schools in the Southern Wilderness clearly require different approaches to achieve the best results.

Six-winged golden cicada, nine-headed baby snake, bloody ghost car, moon-eating green wolf, Tiluo dragon fish... hundreds of temple totems only flow through the hearts of those who can feel the aura of these witchcrafts.

Many irreconcilable and vicious natures, like flowing clouds and running water, competing with each other for beauty, are drawn by the same belief and run harmoniously and without any lag.

The secret spells released by those who have made up their minds like the old man with withered vine are not just a timely help, but just the icing on the cake. Their shadows are all integrated into the secret spells, as if they are one with the temple and cannot be separated.

"really!!"

Old Man Ku Teng was both surprised and happy. If the other party was not Yundie's descendant, how could he behave like this?

He is not only the successor of Yundie, but also very likely the strongest and most respected successor of Yundie.

Long Daohun's figure was already less than a hundred miles in front of the temple, and he pointed his finger.

The void was like a piece of thin paper, which was stuck to and pulled by his fingers. In a flash, a regular octagonal silver spot was torn off.

The quantum tide surged and undulated in this small spot of light, with a myriad of atmospheres, tightly confined within a certain range, circulating, undulating and accelerating until it formed a Bagua figure. When Long Daohun's finger swung forward, this Bagua figure, about two feet long, spun and chopped out.

Long Bo's Eight Scenes of Thunder Method has reached its peak in his hands.

The quantum tides of the origin of the void were neither completely random to him nor something that had to be suppressed or compacted.

The balance of life and death was easily controlled by his fingers.

When the Immortal-Slaying Divine Thunder blasted out, it was filled with the power of the eight immortal magical powers, but what was even more terrifying was that if one was hurt even the slightest by this magical power.

When the immortal-slaying divine thunder dissipates, the spiritual light of the injured person will also be decomposed into equal numbers along with all the quanta that make up the divine thunder, and will randomly jump to various places in the world.

This is the true source of the Qin Dynasty's assassination techniques.

When Wang Changgong faced this scene, his pupils shrank rapidly, the whites of his eyes contracted, and the light in his eyes suddenly disappeared, as if he was blind. There was only complete darkness in his two eyes.

There was a terrifying murderous intent emanating from his dark eye sockets. The large bow in his hand had been fully strung without anyone noticing, and there was no sound when the bowstring was released.

Until the Immortal-Slaying Divine Thunder stopped in mid-air!
The Bagua shape seemed to be nailed by something completely invisible.

A feeling that is more empty than emptiness spreads from the center, causing the entire Bagua diagram to return to nothingness.

Although Taoist Master Hehuan was standing behind Wang Changgong and also using his energy to assist him, he still couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in his heart at this moment, and felt a line of nothingness extending from Wang Changgong's bowstring.

When that line of nothingness expanded, within a radius of two thousand miles, everything in the world was illuminated by the red light.

It is hard to tell whether it is the mountains, the water, the grass, or the sky itself that is red.

The blood-red light is like a never-ending catastrophe.

But even in the midst of such a catastrophe, one does not feel the disaster or fear.

There is only one kind of violence that doesn't care about life or death, and lives a hundred times, dies a hundred times, and competes endlessly! Brutal! Victory!

Long Daohun's eyes moved slightly: "Rakshasa Kui?!"

It is said that the Rakshasa Kui Divine Art was brought back to the world by a great Taoist master in the Middle Ages. It is quite effective, but only people with unique talents can practice it. Moreover, when one practices it to the age of 27, he or she will reach the 27th limit, at which point his or her power will increase significantly, exceeding the limits of the body and mind, and he or she will die.

The ancient master also felt that this technique had many flaws, so he put a lot of effort and spent a lot of time, and finally made modifications that satisfied him.

After the improvement, the threshold of this thing is higher and it dies faster.

At least one must be at the Heavenly Man Realm to be able to practice this martial art. After practicing, it doesn’t matter whether you are 27 years old or not...

You will die within twenty-seven days!
However, within just twenty-seven days, the strength of a Heavenly Man Realm expert can increase dramatically, and by the last moment of the twenty-seventh day, he may be able to confront an eighth-level expert.

If a seventh-level cultivator practices this technique, after the twentieth day, he will be able to fight against an eighth-level cultivator without losing.

As for the masters of the eighth level, they are unable to practice this kind of skills, because in the martial arts system of the human world in the Abyss Realm, the masters of the eighth level have already entered the secret realm of the Great Void and stepped into the "Zhoutian Dao".

The flaws of "Rakshasa Kui Divine Art" can be eliminated by an eighth-level expert at the beginning of practice. However, if the corresponding price cannot be paid after the flaws are eliminated, the magical effect cannot be enjoyed.

All in all, although this is a work that a medieval great scholar was extremely satisfied with, it has always been regarded as a waste of time.

The time limit of twenty-seven days is really too ridiculous. People who don’t have a desperate need for it will not practice it at all.

For a master who can meet this entry threshold and has the desire to fight desperately, he must have encountered a major emergency and needs to burst out his combat power immediately. Unfortunately, this magical skill takes more than ten days to be practiced before it can be significantly effective, so it is simply too late.

All in all, this twenty-seven-day deadline is really meaningless!
Wang Changgong might be an anomaly in ten thousand years. He relied on the imperial scriptures to rehearse his life, and he practiced this magical skill through many rehearsals.

Then, every time after receiving a reward, he would use his immortal magical powers to seal up this power and never use it.

As long as you don’t use it, you won’t die.

By the time he had cultivated to the eighth level, the foundation for nine times of Rakshasa Kui's great success had been sealed in his body.

But he still didn't dare to use it normally, because after these nine foundations were unlocked, the slightest mistake might cause them to cancel each other out with the Great Void Secret Realm and end up being annihilated together.

Only with the help of the environment of this temple and the blessings of successive Southern Wilderness masters since the Middle Ages, could he coordinate the Great Void Secret Realm and the foundation of the Nine-Time Rakshasa Kui.

"Nine Deaths, Rakshasa..."

Wang Changgong raised his eyebrows to the sky, his dark eye sockets seemed to have expanded to squeeze most of his face, and a bloody red light was visible between his teeth.

His entire face was covered with black eyes and bloodshot teeth. His right arm seemed to have disappeared, allowing the bowstring to be plucked countless times.

"Heavenly Punishment Art, Catastrophe Arrow!!!"

The divine arrows that annihilate nothingness continue to shoot out.

A hole was opened in the origin of the void, and countless divine arrows appeared in the last breath of time.

"I never thought that a person who was blessed with great kindness and had no weakness at all could develop such a vicious nature. I shouldn't have looked down on you so much..."

Long Daohun stretched out both hands, and amidst the loud explosions that split the void, he reached somewhere unknown and suddenly pulled them out.

A strange scene appeared between heaven and earth.

The time and space of the previous breath and the time and space of the next breath have both come to the present time and space, and are placed on the left and right.

Thus, it seemed as if there were three ancestral temples in this world at the same time, and three Wang Changgongs standing in front of the temples and shooting.

Although the barrier of time and space still exists, it has become something like a thin glass film.

Long Daohun actually twisted the three time points together, so any attack launched by Wang Changgong could only be presented in the "present".

All the dim and empty divine arrows became visible due to the enormous pressure and could be seen clearly.

However, those divine arrows also took advantage of the opportunity when Long Daohun used his hands to fold time and space, and continuously poured into Long Daohun's body.

When the three points in time and space stood side by side, thousands of tiny holes like those eaten by insects began to appear on Long Daohun's body, and then he exploded in mid-air.

The three Wang Changgongs all showed horrified expressions and looked up into the sky.

There were only eight directions between heaven and earth, except for the Dragon Dao Soul in the west which had just been blown away.

In the other seven directions, the figures of Dragon Dao Soul were evenly distributed.

Moreover, none of these seven Dragon Dao Souls are fake bodies. The strength of the aura of each of them is exactly the same as the previous Dragon Dao Soul.

The Eight Scenes of Longbo, time changes into space!
Extract the existences at different positions in time and arrange them in the same space, turning them into existences at different positions in space.

It would have been fine if they couldn't understand it, but those who could understand it in the temple, like the Old Man with Withered Vine and Taoist Master Hehuan, were almost scared crazy by this scene.

Although Long Daohun has eight kinds of immortal magical powers, they are only in the eighth level and are undoubtedly inferior to the main body.

But the situation before him didn't seem like something that could be done at the eighth level.

With his full strength and the blessing of the temple, Wang Changgong, who has become the Nine-Death Rakshasa, is already violent enough.

Long Daohun was able to explode his oppressive force in one fell swoop.

This scene not only frightened Wang Changgong and others.

Even the two figures who were watching from afar couldn't help but reveal a little bit of their movements.

The prime minister with the golden seal of Longting looks like a tall and mighty old man. His eyebrows are like spikes, extending beyond the contours of his face. His long hair is dark at the roots, while the hair is white, thick and fluffy, hanging down behind his back. He is wearing gorgeous clothes and holding a tortoise shell and a handful of copper coins in his hands.

The Bifang ambassador under the Holy Emperor looked like an old man with reddish white hair, thick hair and beard that almost covered most of his face, and he wore a crane-feather cloak.

But this old man seemed to have no lower body at all. After his clothes hung from his waist, they were empty and fluttered in the wind.

However, he folded his hands and placed them on a crutch. The crutch seemed to be made of wood, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, with the end as sharp as a needle, pointing in the void. From a distance, the whole looked like a one-legged man. He was not short, but tall and thin.

These two are both people at the peak of the eighth level, and they have the guidance of the Great Daoist behind them. They control a large amount of resources from the world's top holy places, possess precious treasures, and have mastered special skills. The depth of their foundation is not comparable to that of ordinary eighth-level people.

The real body of Gu Daohun held a Buddhist artifact, but was intercepted by Master Fan of Da Chu above the West Sea.

Zhu Zhenren, the current head of Tiandu Immortal Mansion, led masters such as Chunhu Patriarch, first sent a letter to Lingzhou, and then went straight to Longting, strongly inviting the masters of Longting to go to the mysterious sea together to fight against the conspiracy of Buzhou Palace, involving almost all the void masters of the holy places.

In such a chaotic and urgent situation.

Each party was actually able to squeeze out three high-level combat forces to hunt down or follow Wang Changgong.

The pomp and circumstance that Wang Changgong enjoyed was too great. Considering that he was the biggest host of kindness in Yundie, it was reasonable for him to have such a pomp and circumstance.

His performance after entering the temple fully demonstrated his style and was definitely worthy of such attention.

However, the Prime Minister with the Golden Seal and the Bifang Envoy did not really come for him.

According to the calculations, Su Hanshan's sword immortal clone should be present, and that is the real target of these two guys.

But Long Daohun's move was too horrifying.

I'm afraid Su Hanshan hasn't arrived yet... Even if he did, how could he take it? !
If the Buzhou Palace really succeeds in doing this, it will definitely not be tolerated by the Dragon Emperor and the Holy Emperor.

The seven Dragon Dao Souls clenched their fists at the same time and were ready to strike down.

But at this moment, a dragon soul in the north swung his fist behind him.

"Old turtle, mixed-haired bird, the target you are looking for has already arrived. Idiots, if you really attack me, you will fall into his calculations!"

Ding! ! !
Wherever Long Daohun's fist touched, man and sword became one. The flying sword flashed in the air and circled in a green arc above the ancestral temple.

"It is useless to boast that our ancestors have lived for a thousand years, but they are just a flash of lightning in the clouds!"

Time then passed, and the Dragon Soul in the due north was originally cut out from a time and space node. The available time was limited, so it suddenly disappeared and returned to its original position.

The northwest, northeast, and east also disappeared one by one like bubbles.

Su Hanshan stood in the air, the sword humming in his hand, and blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.

After his sword strike, only three of the seven Dragon Dao Souls remained.

There was only one Wang Changgong left on the ground.

The Prime Minister with the Golden Seal and the Bifang Envoy appeared in mid-air, feeling awe-inspiring.

Su Hanshan? When did you come?

They wanted to watch the fire from the other side of the river, but Su Hanshan and Long Daohun saw through their whereabouts.

Now even if the two of them have precious treasures and special skills, who should they attack first?
(End of this chapter)