Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

The young man ignored him and just looked in a certain direction deeper in the area, where he could faintly hear the sound of chains rubbing against each other. He waved his sleeves, a green light flashed, and then he disappeared in the blood-red mist. Everyone in the Xuehe Sect looked at each other in bewilderment, and only the leader noticed the faint Tai Chi pattern on the cuffs of the young man's sleeves when he disappeared - that was the symbol of the ancient Taoist tradition that had long been lost.

The North Sea Shock: The Taoist Name of Hongjun Patriarch and the Shock of the Eight Realms

In the Beiming Sect's martial arts arena, tens of thousands of disciples looked up at the seven images that appeared in the sky one after another. From the flying pieces of flesh of the one-armed old man in the Xuanyu region to the ashes of the hunchbacked woman in the Diyu region, each scene was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard. The air seemed to freeze, and only the whimpering sound of the mountain wind passing through the stele forest set off the deathly silence at the scene.

"The Sect Master and the others are saved?" A young disciple trembled and spoke with incredible joy. He pointed at the trembling White Tiger and the collapsed He Bo in the picture, his eyes flashing with tears of excitement. Previously, when the giants from the upper world came down to the world, several elders of the Beiming Sect were forcibly abducted. Now seeing the giants being killed one after another, the long-suppressed emotions finally burst out.

"That old monster from the upper realm is dead!" Another disciple clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, "I saw him being chopped into pieces with my own eyes!" His voice was tearful, but full of relief for having survived a catastrophe. The surrounding disciples echoed him, and the excitement spread like wildfire, with cheers rising and falling in the martial arts arena.

At this moment, the images in the sky suddenly disappeared, replaced by a golden beam of light that covered the entire eight regions. In the beam of light, a figure in a green shirt slowly emerged. It was the mysterious existence that had appeared in the major regions before. His face was calm, but his eyes were like the unchanging starry sky, overlooking the countless creatures below.

The leader of Beiming Sect was a white-haired old man. He was kneeling in the middle of the martial arts arena, trembling all over as he looked at the figure in the light column. Previously, the disciples he sent to track down the giants in the upper realm reported back that the elders of the sect were imprisoned somewhere in Xuanyu. Now that he saw the giants being executed, he understood the truth in his heart. "Senior!" The leader kowtowed violently, his forehead bleeding on the bluestone slab, "Thank you for saving my life! I wonder if you can tell me your name, so that the younger generation of the sect can also worship your statue on weekdays!"

The figure in the light column spoke slowly. The voice was not heard through the ears, but rang directly in everyone's sea of ​​consciousness, like the sound of a bell or a flowing spring: "My Taoist name is Hongjun Laozu."

"Grandmaster Hongjun?" These four words exploded like thunder in the Eight Regions. The disciples of Beiming Sect looked at each other, most of them were bewildered, only a few old monks who were well-read changed their expressions drastically. In the palace of the Stone Kingdom in the Wilderness, the jade cup in the hands of the Fire Emperor fell to the ground with a "clang", and the hot spiritual tea spilled on the dragon robe without him noticing. "Hongjun. Is it the legendary Hongjun?" He muttered to himself, his eyes full of shock.

The nine-headed lion beside the Stone Emperor stood up suddenly, and all nine heads roared at the same time: "Impossible! Didn't the ancestor Hongjun die at the beginning of the world?" Its voice was trembling, and its claws scratched deep marks on the jade ground. In the snowy ice field farther away, an old woman who was meditating suddenly opened her eyes, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes: "Hongjun, how could he appear at this time?"

Jiang Han stood in the beam of light, feeling the rapidly rising prestige in his sea of ​​consciousness. The reason why he continued to use this Taoist name was not a whim - the Heaven-shaking Plane and the Perfect Plane were originally different time nodes of the same world, like the upstream and downstream of a long river. And the name "Hongjun" had long been a taboo in the upstream of the long river of time, representing a certain existence that transcended the rules of the world.

"Senior, where are you going?" an old priest with white hair and beard asked in a trembling voice. He noticed that Jiang Han was looking in a certain direction, and the aura around him began to become ethereal. Jiang Han's lips moved slightly, and he uttered four clear syllables: "The first spiritual root."

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and the space under his feet cracked like broken glass. Thunder roared in the crack, and the supreme rhyme of Tao spread out, causing all the disciples of the Beiming Sect to prostrate themselves on the ground. Just as Jiang Han was about to step into the crack, a stream of light flew from the corner of the martial arts field and landed on his shoulder - it was the mysterious bone tower on the little guy's shoulder, which was now the size of a palm, and the runes on the tower were shining with mysterious light.

One man and one tower disappeared in the light column, leaving behind only the Beiming Sect's shocked people. In all parts of the Eight Regions, the discussion about "Ancestor Hongjun" had spread like wildfire, from the Stone Kingdom Palace in the Wilderness Region to the Blood River Sect in the Earth Region, countless pairs of eyes looked towards the direction of Yaodu, waiting for the peak showdown that was about to take place.

Medicine Capital Storm: The battle between the six giants and the first spiritual root

Above Yaodu, the spiritual energy was so dense that it was almost liquefied, forming colorful clouds floating in the air. However, at this moment, this peaceful place had turned into a battlefield. Six powerful auras rose into the sky, dyeing the sky dark purple. Six figures were suspended above the clouds, each of them was a long-established giant in the upper realm, only one step away from the supreme position.

In the center floated a three-foot-tall spiritual herb, the coveted number one spiritual root. Its stem was as translucent as crystal, and its leaves were colorful. Every time it swayed, it emitted bursts of strange fragrance, making the spiritual energy in the air more active. On the top of the spiritual herb was a pigeon egg-sized fruit, with a chaotic halo flowing on the surface of the fruit, and faintly visible runes of the avenue evolving inside.

"Ancestor Hongjun?" It was the Black Gold Sparrow King who spoke. It was wearing armor inlaid with countless black crystals, with a pair of sparrow wings folded behind it, and each feather was shining with a metallic luster. "This emperor has lived for thousands of years, why have I never heard of this Taoist name?" Its voice was sharp and piercing, and its eyes flashed with vigilance. As a veteran overlord of the upper realm, it could feel the unfathomable aura of the young man in front of it. Jiang Han stood with his hands behind his back, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Does this have any impact on me?" His eyes were calm, as if the people in front of him were not six giants of the Escape First Realm, but six ordinary cultivators. This undisguised contempt made the Black Gold Sparrow King's face change suddenly, and a tyrannical pressure burst out from its body, turning into countless black streams of light, covering Jiang Han.

However, the pressure suddenly stagnated ten meters away from Jiang Han. With a "hiss", all the flowing light was crushed by the invisible force and turned into black gas that dissipated in the air. Jiang Han didn't even move a step, just standing there casually, and he resolved the deterrence of the overlord of the upper world.

"Fellow Daoist, have you been living in the lower realm?" The voice of Chaos Zhenren came from the diffuse fog. His body was wrapped in the gray chaotic energy, and only a vague human outline could be seen. "Ten thousand years ago, this seat accidentally obtained the Chaos Treasure Technique. I think I know a little about the strong people in the world, but I have never heard of your name." He was testing Jiang Han's background. If such a strong man really has been lurking in the lower realm, then the water in the lower realm is much deeper than they imagined.

Jiang Han just smiled and didn't answer the question. His eyes passed over the six giants and fell on the girl with double pupils not far away. The woman was wearing a white dress and had a third eye between her eyebrows. At this moment, she was looking at the first spiritual root with some reluctance, and there was a hint of anxiety in her eyes. "Did Shi Yi, the little guy, survive?" Jiang Han's voice suddenly sounded, which startled the girl with double pupils.

"It's still a little short." The girl with double pupils retracted her gaze and gently stroked the vertical eye between her eyebrows with her bare hands. "His supreme bone is too broken. Even if he has the power of double pupils to repair it, he still needs the help of natural treasures. If I could have this first spiritual root..." She didn't say anything else, but the desire in her eyes was obvious. The first spiritual root contains the purest life essence, and it is indeed the best choice to repair the supreme bone.

"This spiritual root is already mine." Jiang Han's voice was calm but full of unquestionable majesty. "You should find another way." As soon as he finished speaking, the first spiritual root suddenly made a light sound, and the whole spiritual herb turned into a stream of light and flew towards Jiang Han. The spiritual herb left a colorful trail in the air, and the clouds were dyed with magnificent colors wherever it passed.

"Don't even think about it!" The Black Gold Bird King roared, and his wings suddenly spread out, and countless black feather arrows shot towards the spiritual herbs. At the same time, the Chaos Qi of the True Man Primal Chaos turned into a giant hand and also grabbed the spiritual herbs. The other four giants also took action one after another, some of them sacrificed magic weapons, and some performed magic. For a while, the spiritual energy in the sky above the Medicine City exploded continuously, and countless tiny cracks appeared in the space.

Jiang Han just stretched out a finger and lightly tapped the air. In an instant, a barely perceptible ripple spread out, and all the attacks directed at the spiritual herbs disappeared the moment they touched the ripples. The first spiritual root flew smoothly into Jiang Han's hand, and turned into a stream of light that sank into his brow. The faces of the six giants were livid. They did not expect that the other party was so powerful that they snatched the spiritual root under the eyes of the six powerful masters of the first escape realm.

"You're looking for death!" The Black Gold Bird King roared and pounced on him, with a annihilating black light flashing on his claws. The Chaos Qi of the Chaos Master also turned into a surging wave, sweeping towards Jiang Han. The remaining four giants spread out in a fan shape, each using their best tricks to form a perfect combined attack formation.

Jiang Han looked at the six giants in front of him, and a trace of seriousness finally flashed in his eyes. He knew that the next battle would be his real battle to establish his prestige in this plane. In his sea of ​​consciousness, the prestige value on the system panel was still rising rapidly, and the corners of his mouth were raised with an expectant smile. The storm in Medicine City has just begun.

The clouds above Yaodu were torn apart by the majestic spiritual energy, revealing a deep purple sky. When the Yin-Yang Taoist roared hoarsely, the two-story tower suspended above his head suddenly burst into a bright white light, and the Yin-Yang Qi flowing on the tower turned into two intertwined light fish, outlining the trajectory of the Tai Chi pattern in the void. The tower was as white as jade, but there were hideous fracture marks on the edge, as if it was split apart by the supreme power - that was the scar left by the ancient battle between gods and demons, and it was also the support of the Yin-Yang Taoist who had been roaming the upper world for thousands of years.

"Give me back the tower!" The roar of the mysterious bone tower was like thunder. Countless mysterious runes suddenly appeared on the surface of the tower. Gray flames gushed out from the base of the tower, instantly sweeping across the sky. This flame was not ordinary fire, but the fire of chaos that burned the laws of the avenue. Wherever it passed, the space shattered like glass, revealing the deep nothingness behind it. Jiang Han noticed that there was a subtle tremor mixed in the anger of the tower spirit. It was the excitement of seeing the original body again after billions of years of separation, and also the deep obsession with the lost years.

Seeing this, the Yin-Yang Taoist laughed wildly, his face twisted in ecstasy, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth: "Hahahaha! I have been looking for you for thousands of years, traveling through the three thousand upper realms, but I didn't expect you to follow this kid to the lower realm!" His voice contained endless vicissitudes, and the wrists exposed at the cuffs were covered with wrinkles like bark, which was the proof of living a long life. As one of the oldest giants in the upper realm, he had witnessed the rise and fall of several eras, and this two-story broken tower was what he accidentally found in an ancient tomb of gods and demons. With the Yin-Yang Taoism contained in the tower, he was able to stand firm in the escape realm.

At this moment, the broken tower sensed the existence of the original body and spontaneously floated above the head of the Yin-Yang Taoist. The black and white qi fell like a waterfall, covering him in a defensive barrier. The Black Gold Bird King narrowed his sharp vertical pupils, and the claws under his wings tightened unconsciously: "So the bone tower is really a split body? If we can get the complete tower body..." The six-foot-tall golden body of the Western Church leader glowed with golden light, and the swastika mark on his palm rotated rapidly, obviously also greedy for this legendary treasure. The mist around Chaos Zhenren churned more violently, and he remembered the record of the "Nine-story Chaos Tower" in ancient books, which was a supreme artifact that could suppress the heavens and the worlds.

"Be patient." Jiang Han's voice was calm, but it was filled with unquestionable majesty. He flicked his finger, and a space ripple wrapped around the restless bone tower like silk, pulling it back to his shoulder. The tower spirit shook the tower unwillingly, making a humming sound, but the moment it touched Jiang Han's palm, it felt a familiar Taoist rhyme - it was the original power that was older than chaos, which calmed it down instantly. The Yin-Yang Taoist saw this scene, and his eyes were filled with greed: "Boy, do you know what a complete Chaos Tower means? That is the key to the supreme position!"

Before he finished speaking, the Yin-Yang Taoist had already crushed the void and was approaching. His body had been tempered for thousands of years, and it actually showed a translucent jade texture. Every step he took caused spider-web-like cracks in the space. A dazzling light burst out from the broken tower above his head, and the black and white qi merged into a spiral beam of light, which shot out from his eyes - the black light contained the way of extinction, and the spiritual energy was annihilated wherever it passed; the white light contained the power of creation, and the chaotic spiritual grass in the void was born wherever the light band went. The two beams of light intertwined into a Tai Chi pattern, with the power of creating the world, and went straight to Jiang Han's eyebrows. (End of this chapter)