Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

"People from the Upper Realm's Bulao Mountain have arrived!" There were shouts of surprise coming from the foot of the mountain. Dozens of chariots inlaid with jade broke through the water. Wherever the wheels passed, the sea of ​​clouds turned into blooming lotuses. The white-haired old man rode on a Qilin with karmic fire burning all over its body. The young disciples held glass lamps, and the lights formed a galaxy, pointing directly to the gap in the sky.

The little guy clung to Jiang Han's shoulders, his fingertips trembling with excitement: "Master, someone is coming out!" Seven figures slowly descended on the golden road, the middle-aged man in the lead was wearing dragon scale soft armor, and on the jade plate hanging around his waist, the word "Immortal" swallowed and spit out the essence of the sun and the moon. Shi Zhongtian looked at the phantoms of the stars flowing around them, his voice trembling: "Benefactor, their coming to the Immortal Mountain, is it related to the coming catastrophe!"

Jiang Han nodded slightly, and a stream of light suddenly flew out from his sleeves, turning into a blood-colored scroll in the air. In the scroll, the monks from the upper realm held chains and dragged the venerables from the lower realm like animals. "They are here to take the venerables from the mountain." Before he finished speaking, the three of them had appeared in the airspace of the Bulao Mountain, and the clouds and mist under their feet instantly solidified into ice.

"Who are you? How dare you show up at my place of immortality!" The twelve elders formed the Big Dipper formation. The leading elder shook his whisk, and thousands of silver threads turned into a rain of swords. On the Golden Avenue, the monks from the upper realms raised their eyebrows, and the leading True God tapped the armrest of the jade chair, making a crisp sound.

The blue-haired old man Qin Shoucheng slid to the side of the jade chair like a loach, his forehead almost touching the ground: "My two true gods, these are just a bunch of scoundrels who don't understand the rules of Bulao Mountain..." Before he finished speaking, Jiang Han suddenly raised his hand. The seemingly casual movement made the twelve sword rains hover in the air, and the sword tips began to crack inch by inch.

"Let all the venerables in the mountain get ready. Follow me to the upper realm in an hour." The True God's voice was like a huge bell, shaking the mountain below so that spider-web-like cracks appeared. He glanced at Jiang Han, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared in the golden light.

"Are you deaf?" The monks of Bu Lao Mountain were furious. The young disciple at the center of the formation sacrificed his life-saving magic weapon, and the nine-colored pagoda suppressed it. Shi Zhongtian suddenly shouted, and the phantom of the golden-winged roc behind him spread out his wings, and the golden claws tore through the void, smashing the pagoda into pieces.

"My name is Shi Zhongtian, and I'm here to look for my son Shi Ziling!" His roar was like thunder, shaking the protective formation of Bulao Mountain. However, in response to him, there was a sneer from the depths of the main peak. A black shadow came through the air on the phantom of a bone dragon, and the bone whip in his hand swung out a piercing scream: "Anyone who trespasses into the holy land will be killed without mercy!"

In late spring, the wind from the Mysterious Region swept across the peak of the Immortal Mountain with damp mist. In front of the main altar, thirty-six gray-robed monks holding bronze bells were slowly pacing around the three-meter-high stone statue of the Immortal Heavenly Lord. As the bronze bells swung gently, the clear sound of the bell tongues intertwined with the mountain streams, creating ripples in the clouds and mist. The old man in the lead suddenly stopped, his cloudy eyes turned to the figure swimming upstream at the foot of the mountain, and his fingers under his sleeves trembled slightly.

"Array Realm! This level of masters are well-known in Xuanyu, how come I don't have this person in my impression!" A middle-aged cultivator on the left lowered his voice, the communication jade slip on his waist was getting hot. He stared at the black robe rolling on Shi Zhongtian's shoulders. The dark patterns on the cloth seemed to contain the trajectory of stars.

"So, only the Venerable in the mountain can subdue him!" The monk who answered rolled his Adam's apple, and the veins on the hilt of the sword bulged. Although the Bulao Mountain is a major sect in the Xuanyu, it is rare to see a strong man in the formation realm in a century, not to mention that the pace of the newcomer is steady, and it is obvious that he has not tried his best.

Suddenly, a whisper was heard in the crowd: "Did you hear it just now? He is here to look for someone. Shi Ziling? Why does this name sound so familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere before." The girl who spoke tugged at the sleeve of her senior brother beside her, and the jade hairpin in her hair trembled slightly with the movement.

"It's him, the husband of the previous Saint!" The old man suddenly spoke, his voice filled with suppressed shock. There were gasps around the altar, and several eyes instantly focused on the young man standing behind Shi Zhongtian with a sword in his arms. Jiang Han, the young man who had always been silent, was now tapping the hilt of his sword with his knuckles, his eyes seemed to penetrate the mist and fell on the stone statue in the center of the altar.

"Could they all have come from the wilderness?" Someone shouted, startling a few black birds perched on pine branches. As the birds flapped their wings, a dull bell rang from deep in the forest, like a warning from deep in the Immortal Mountain.

Shi Zhongtian stood in front of the mountain gate, looking up at the towering stone statue of the Immortal God. The afterglow of the setting sun gilded the stone statue with a layer of gold, and the yin-yang fish pattern on his left hand was clearly visible. His right eye was slightly closed as if he was overlooking all living things, but his left eye was slightly open, and his gaze seemed to penetrate time and space. The little kid behind him was lying on Jiang Han's shoulder, staring at the stone statue with his round eyes, and his chubby fingers unconsciously pulled Jiang Han's hair.

"Take them down first." A deep voice broke the silence. A man in a black robe stood out from the crowd. The jade pendant on his waist was engraved with the words "Snow Jade". He was the elder of the formation realm of Bulao Mountain. He glanced at the bronze bow hanging on Shi Zhongtian's waist, and his pupils shrank slightly - the bow was engraved with patterns that looked like ancient beasts.

Shi Zhongtian glanced at Jiang Han, who was standing with his arms folded, with a smile on his lips. He nodded slightly and followed Elder Xueyu to the altar. The footsteps echoed on the stone steps, and every step caused a subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy, causing the spiritual plants around the altar to sway gently.

"No matter who enters the Bulao Mountain, they must first worship the stone statue of the Bulao God." Elder Xueyu stopped in front of the stone statue, raised his hand and bowed to it. His sleeves slipped down, revealing the nine-section vine whip wrapped around his wrist - it was the token of the elders of Bulao Mountain. When he turned around, his eyes fell on Shi Zhongtian's tightly pursed lips, and his tone became more majestic: "This is a pilgrimage, and it is also a rule."

"Worship the Immortal God? Why?" Shi Zhongtian frowned, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the bowstring. He came from the wilderness, where people only believed in swords and knives. How could they bow to a stone statue? The kid behind him suddenly murmured in a childish voice, as if agreeing, causing Jiang Han to lower his head and chuckle.

Elder Xueyu's face darkened, and the monks around him took half a step forward, their magic weapons on their waists glowing. Someone shouted in a low voice: "Kneel down!" "Kneel down and worship the Heavenly Lord!" "How dare a mere mortal not worship the stone statue of the Heavenly Lord!" Amid the shouts, the thirty-six bronze bells rang again, but this time the tone was sharp and piercing, like countless needles piercing the eardrums.

Shi Zhongtian's hand had already pressed the bowstring, but at this moment he heard Jiang Han's voice: "Who can let me worship? Tracing back to before the creation of the world, who else is qualified?" The voice was as light as water, but it carried an unquestionable majesty. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Jiang Han looking up at the stone statue, with a cold golden light flashing in his eyes, just like the sun breaking through the clouds. Elder Xueyu shouted angrily: "If you don't worship the Heavenly Lord, then get out!" As he waved his hand, the nine-section vine whip came out of the cave like a spirit snake, and whipped towards Shi Zhongtian's face. However, before the whip fell, a muffled sound suddenly exploded - Elder Xueyu's chest was hit by a heavy hammer, and the crisp sound of bones breaking came from under the concave fabric. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and the moment he hit the stone statue of the Heavenly Lord, the vine whip "snapped" and broke into several pieces, and the ink-colored scraps of cloth flew like butterflies.

"Boom!" The stone statue fell down, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the base. Amid the sound of the broken stones, Jiang Han walked forward with his hands behind his back. When the hem of his clothes swept across the ground, he actually stopped the flying stone chips in mid-air, like a still ink painting. The little guy chuckled and reached out to grab the floating broken stones. A faint golden light shone on his palm.

"What happened to Elder Xueyu? Did he do it?" "The Tianzun stone statue is broken, he broke the Tianzun stone statue!" The monks cried out in surprise. Someone stumbled back and knocked over the copper bell rack behind him. The bells rolled down the steps, making a chaotic sound. An elderly monk trembled as he took out the jade slip of communication. His fingertips tapped on the jade slip, leaving a series of rapid runes.

At this moment, there were several sounds of breaking wind in the sky. Seven figures fell to the ground like meteors, landing on the rubble. The old man in the front was wearing a red-gold Taoist robe, and the gourd hanging around his waist was emitting wisps of white smoke. It was obvious that he had just rushed in from seclusion. He glanced at the mess on the ground, and his pupils shrank suddenly: "How dare you! Who did this!"

Before he finished speaking, a cultivator knelt at the old man's feet with his forehead on the ground: "Ancestor, it's these invaders!" His voice was trembling, and his eyes kept glancing at Jiang Han, as if that was not a person, but a demon god that could devour people at any time.

The old man called the ancestor, Qin Fa, raised his hand and made a magic gesture. In an instant, the spiritual energy around him surged, and a golden fist mark condensed in the palm of his hand. He shouted angrily: "You have damaged the stone statue of the Heavenly Lord, and you will die ten thousand times!" Before he finished speaking, he turned into a stream of light and rushed forward. His fist turned from dark to bright, like a small sun blooming in the palm of his hand.

Seeing this, Shi Zhongtian held the bowstring with his right hand and pulled it back with his left hand using his sleeve as a guide. In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea. The beast pattern on the bronze bow glowed red, and an arrow condensed by spiritual energy took shape on the string. As the bowstring vibrated, spider web-like cracks appeared in the void, and the air began to distort where the arrow pointed.

"Buzz——" The arrow shot out like lightning, bringing with it a piercing sonic boom. However, as soon as it touched Qin Fa's fist, the arrow made a crisp "crack" sound and shattered into thousands of light points. Shi Zhongtian's pupils shrank slightly, knowing that this was due to the difference in realms - the other party was already in the Venerable Realm, and could mobilize the laws of heaven and earth with a wave of his hand. Although his arrow was powerful, it was ultimately difficult to cross that natural chasm.

Qin Fa snorted coldly: "No wonder Xue Yu is not your opponent. With your arrow, I'm afraid only a Venerable can take it. It's a pity that you are facing me this time. You have damaged the stone statue of Tianzun, so you will die!" As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and appeared above Shi Zhongtian's head, and his fist smashed down with a tremendous force.

However, just when the fist was about to touch Shi Zhongtian's head, Qin Fa's body suddenly exploded like fireworks, and blood mist splashed everywhere. The little guy screamed, and Jiang Han covered his eyes in time. Before the blood mist dissipated, an ancient rune suddenly lit up from Qin Fa's brow, and the blood drops gathered against gravity and re-formed a human shape. But at this moment, Qin Fa's face was as pale as paper, and black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"Oh my god, what happened!" "The old man's body exploded, what happened!" The monks ran away, their horrified eyes darting back and forth between Shi Zhongtian and Jiang Han. They had never thought that a powerful master would be defeated in his own mountain gate, and they didn't know where the invisible attack came from.

Qin Fa staggered back to the side of the two elders from the upper realm, and then he dared to look up at his opponent. At this moment, he finally understood that the space force before was definitely not something that Shi Zhongtian could exert - the young man who remained silent was the real terrifying existence. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder, and sent a voice message to the old man beside him: "Yin Yang Envoy, do you know who attacked me before?"

The two old men, known as the Yin-Yang Envoys, did not hear Qin Fa's voice transmission at all. Their eyes were fixed on the little one in Jiang Han's arms, with greedy red light in their pupils. The old man on the left had a goatee, and as he pinched his right hand, a shadow of a Yin-Yang fish circulated in his palm; the old man on the right had a shiny bald head and a red dot flashing between his eyebrows. He was actually the famous "Two Elders of Heaven's Fate" in the upper world.

"Born with supreme bone!" The goatee-bearded old man's voice trembled, his fingertips almost poking the little guy's face. "He has an incomparable innate magical power!" The bald old man echoed, his Adam's apple rolling, his eyes swept across the little guy's eyebrows, where a faint golden pattern was faintly visible.

Shi Zhongtian sensed something was wrong and subconsciously stood in front of Jiang Han, with the bronze bow in hand again. He looked at the two elders, puzzled - why were these two visitors from the upper realm so interested in his apprentice? What was even more strange was that when the little one just said that the baby in his arms was kind, he also felt a vague sense of blood connection. Could it be...

Jiang Han chuckled and interrupted Shi Zhongtian's thoughts: "Master, I feel that the little brother in the old man's arms is so kind." He seemed to be talking to Xiaobudian, but in fact he was talking to Shi Zhongtian. Shi Zhongtian was shocked and his eyes fell on the baby in the arms of the two elders - the child's skin was as white as snow, and there was a faint golden mark on the forehead, which vaguely echoed the lines on Xiaobudian's forehead.

Qin Fa was shocked and angry when he saw the two elders ignored him. He was about to speak again when he saw the old man with a goatee suddenly raise his hand, and a talisman flew out from his sleeve, turning into a golden chain and flying towards the little guy. Jiang Han didn't even raise his eyelids, and flicked his fingertips. A dark blue sword light broke through the air, and the chain instantly disintegrated into powder.

"Who are you, and why are you stopping us from doing our work?" The bald old man spoke in a deep voice, and a red dot lit up on his palm, and actually outlined a star map in the sky. Jiang Han just smiled faintly: "Doing your work? You people from the upper realm are getting more and more courageous to snatch people from me." When these words came out, not only did the two elders change color, but even Qin Fa took a breath of cold air - those who can directly call "the upper realm" must have set foot in that world. Who exactly is this young man in front of him? (End of this chapter)