Tao and Heaven

Chapter 173: Three Swords to Suppress the Monsters

Outside the sky, the city of two worlds.

A battle had just ended, cracks appeared in the void, and the space was torn apart countless times.

The troops of the Three Pure Ones arrived, and the thirty-four Heavenly Lords displayed their mighty Dharma images, like heavenly soldiers and generals descending, and stood outside the land of immortality, motionless.

Afterwards, the six sword masters of all generations in Zhejian Mountain brought millions of spiritual swords and forged six ten-thousand-foot-high sword mountains, covering the vast airspace with sword formations.

Such a foundation makes all forces tremble with fear. You should know that an ordinary sect with one Heavenly Lord is considered to be above average, and one Semi-Immortal can make a sect a great sect of ten thousand years. The Three Pure Ones Taoist Sect and Zhejian Mountain are worthy of being the leaders in their respective fields. Their foundation added up is almost equivalent to the number of half of the human race's great powers.

In particular, there are thirty-four powerful Tianzun in the Sanqing Taoist sect, which follows the rule that human geniuses appear every hundred years, Zhenjun appear every thousand years, and Tianzun appears every three thousand years.

This means that the Sanqing Taoist sect produces at least three peerless geniuses in every generation, and this number can only be maintained if they are guaranteed to grow and remain invincible all the way.

But there is an extremely mysterious rule in the cultivation world: one third of the geniuses in a sect will always be lost, either because they died, or because they had problems with their cultivation, or because they got stuck.

Some people speculated that it was related to luck. The sect's luck could not suppress so many geniuses, so the talents fell. Others believed that there was a destiny in the dark, and those who could achieve the great way would always be accompanied by many disasters. If they could get through them, they would be great, otherwise they would die.

Yun Miao and Hua Yang sat on the clouds, in front of them was a slovenly bald old man, who looked as if the clouds would turn black if he sat on them. He formed a sharp contrast with the two Taoists with immortal appearance and jade-like clothes.

Xuan Wufeng, the contemporary Sword Master of Zhejian Mountain, is also known as the Beggar Sword Master. He has been living among the mortal world for many years and appears to be a beggar.

He and Huayang Yunmiao are of the same generation. They all grew up in the heyday of the human race created by the immortal Qingcang three thousand years ago, and are also known as the Golden Generation.

In the same generation there is also the Daojun Emperor who is now entrenched in the land of immortality. Almost all of them are top contemporary powerhouses with semi-immortal strength.

If they can break through the lifespan limit in the future, they can also travel in the void to seek opportunities to become immortals, or lie dormant in the place where they can become immortals. The spiritual energy of the void is exhausted, but it breeds countless rare treasures. The sword-making materials of the former Sword Master also came from the void.

The immortal land gathers the energy of heaven and earth, and all things can be transformed from mortals to immortals. No matter what realm you are in, your life span will be deducted as a percentage.
Both of them consume a lot of lifespan, especially the land of immortality. One year spent there consumes more lifespan than a hundred years spent in the outside world.

Huayang and Xuan Wufeng were playing a game of chess together, while Yun Miao was lying on the side watching.

Xuan Wufeng asked, "How many powerful people do you have hidden in your Sanqing Dao Sect?"

Previously, there were about ten Heavenly Lords, and they felt that Zhejian Mountain was not far behind the Three Pure Ones, and even vaguely surpassed them. After all, they were the merger of the three former Taoist giants, and they were three times more destitute.

But this time, the number of thirty-four Heavenly Lords that appeared was not just three times, but four times.

Hua Yang shook his head and replied: "The Dao Sect has stood tall in the world for 100,000 years, and we don't even know how many masters there are."

A thousand-year generation does not mean that the previous generation can only live for a thousand years. After completing the inheritance of the Taoism and cultivating a new generation of strong people, many powerful people will choose to retreat from the world and practice in seclusion. This is also one of the foundations of the big sects. You can't know how many strong people the other party has in secret.

If you destroy someone else's sect today, you never know for sure if a demigod will return from the void tomorrow.

This is also the reason why Master Qingcang destroyed most of the immortal sects and unified all the sects of the human race. After his death, these extinct sects sprang up like mushrooms after rain in just a thousand years.

Because there are still semi-immortals in Taixu, maybe their founders are not dead.

"If we really want to talk about relationships, who in this human clan has no relationship with us?" Yun Miao picked at the seams of his fingernails nonchalantly, and changed the subject: "But what's the use of that? Name is the most useless thing. What is to come will still come."

In the overwhelming demonic clouds in the distance, the shadows of countless giant beasts were looming.

At the head of the group stood a beautiful woman with nine tails outstretched behind her, her white hair casting mottled silver light, and a hint of a smile hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Behind him, the current Qingqiu Demon King bent down and lowered his head like a servant, not daring to make any unnecessary movements.

The clone of the Qingqiu Fox Fairy, who saved the Qingqiu Cave Heaven from the hands of Master Qingcang. He was also seriously injured because of this, so he did not come forward to stop the rebellion in Qingqiu.

Now that the elixir of immortality has appeared, they have enough energy to show up, which shows the shadow that Grandmaster Qingcang left on them.

A ray of sword sound rose from the immortal land, and Xuan Wufeng's ears moved slightly. He said, "Who do you think has made the greatest contribution in this battle? The best young people of our human race have basically arrived, and the enemy has invited two thousand-year-old veterans."

Hua Yang said: "Only the strong ones, Chan Xi will take the lead for now. If she can hold Ao Heng back, she will be the first to achieve the credit."

"She is just one of the incarnations, not as good as my sword sect's heir."

Xuan Wufeng was somewhat dissatisfied. He was suppressed by these two people in the past, and now his successor was also suppressed by Dao Zong.

Now that the candidates for Sword Immortal are still at a low level and Daozi is having problems with his practice, why don’t we give Zhejian Mountain a chance to shine?
Yun Miao said frankly: "I think that little girl from the Yu Jian Sect is pretty good. Maybe she will perform very well this time."

"How about we make a bet?" Xuan Wufeng suggested, "If he loses, he must agree to let me give up the Red Dust to my Zhejian Mountain. He can still be a disciple of the Three Pure Ones, but he must be the Sword Master of my Zhejian Mountain. If he wins, I will bet on the entire Zhejian Mountain."

He raised his hand and waved, and swords of Tao flew out from the seven sword mountains in the distance, symbolizing the entire Zhejian Mountain.

Yun Miao laughed and scolded, "You old beggar, you get the advantage whether we win or lose?"

Let alone the first generation, even setting foot in Zhejian Mountain made them feel dirty. Moreover, if they carried out the inheritance of the Sword Master and recruited many sword disciples, the cause and effect would be difficult to cut off and sort out in the future.

"Hong Chen is not from Zhejian Mountain, and the Immortal Sword has never issued an order to Zhejian Mountain."

Xuan Wufeng had something in mind. He never indicated from the beginning to the end that Zhejianshan must help Gu Wen.

In terms of seniority, Gu Wen is older than all the sword masters present. Xuan Wufeng, the most talented person in Zhejian Mountain in the past ten thousand years, is the only half-immortal besides the founder of the mountain, and everyone has to call him "Grandmaster".

Because Gu Wen has mastered the true meaning of swordsmanship, it is no exaggeration to say that he was taught by the founder himself.

But the sect can be merciless in order to protect itself. As a machine of inheritance and rule, the sect often appears to be very cold-blooded.

Hua Yang and Yun Miao exchanged glances, and then Hua Yang asked, "How do we determine who is superior and who is inferior, and how do we determine who wins and who loses?"

"In terms of merit, we are old friends, I won't cheat."

Xuan Wufeng's answer was vague, but Yun Miao and the others accepted it.

If we talk about merit, Chi Yuzi and Gu Wen will be eliminated immediately. The former faces the test of a half-immortal, while the latter has a shallow cultivation base.

Those who were at the same level as him were insignificant, and those who dominated were at too high a level. For example, the dragon clan's Long Tai Ao Heng, if he was at the same level as Gu Wen, he would not have survived the sword attack that day.

Yun Miao said: "I remember that besides Tianquan Mountain, your Sword Sect also has a secret place that breeds sword fruits. If you lose, give that thing to us."

"That is a divine creature that took thousands of years to create. Aren't you just cutting off my flesh?"

Xuan Wufeng had a painful look on his face. It would take a thousand years for an immortal to be nurtured, and in the cultivation world it would take at least ten thousand years and it might not bear fruit.

The sword fruit is also the salary of a thousand years for the Sword Master, otherwise some people may not want to be the master even if they have the ability. Because compared to power, the pursuit of immortality is more attractive.

Through telepathy and communication with successive sword masters, they reached a consensus in less than ten breaths.

"Okay, but we have a request. This sword fruit can only be given to Hong Chen."

If it falls into Gu Wen's mouth, at least it is the immortal sword taught by his own hands. If it falls into other people's mouth, it will really become a wedding dress.

"can."

Huayang nodded, and Xuan Wufeng communicated with the sword masters of all generations for a while, and finally decided on the candidate Xiao Yunyi, and sent a message to him to enter the immortal land.

He clung to Yun Miao's shoulders and cried, "I was really bullied by you Dao Sect this time. I thought you didn't want to do that before, so why are you biting me so hard now?"

Huayang's face turned slightly dark. Isn't this a slap in his face in public?
"Go away, don't try to be nice to me after getting an advantage."

Yun Miao pushed Xuan Wufeng away and didn't give him a good look either.

It seems that Zhejianshan lost the bet this time, but in fact, the other party used affection and form to put pressure on Dao Zong. Before Gu Wen had mastered the true meaning of swordsmanship, they had already determined that Gu Wen had the potential to become an immortal. Whether he had an immortal sword or not, Dao Zong would not let go, and would not take risks even if the bet was in their favor.
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The mountains were silent, and then countless roars of beasts rose one after another.

They were all angry because of Gu Wen's words. If they were a lone demon, they would be more or less frightened when they heard the name of the magic sword.

Now that a group of monsters have gathered together, almost most of the geniuses from the major caves of Jianmu have gathered together. How dare they, just two or three little cats, be so rampant?
"Quack."

The white tiger looked back, and everything became quiet again in just a moment, along with the hundreds of monsters.

This Sword Immortal candidate was indeed arrogant, but he hated those who could only howl and yell even more. If they were really angry, they should come down and stand in front of him instead of helping out from the sidelines.

This era has been polluted by humans. All monsters have learned humans' code of conduct and have become cunning and weak.

Bai Dixun transformed into a human form to facilitate communication, but when Jun Yan saw his face and purple pupils, his expression changed slightly.

When their eyes met, Bai Dixun looked at Gu Wen with approval, as if he were a superior, and said, "Are you the candidate for the Sword Immortal? Not bad, really not bad, you can actually cross levels and force me to retreat."

Liuliu Daoji is only two levels higher than mine, yet you dare to be so arrogant?

Gu Wen, who was a hundred feet away, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the murderous intent in his heart grew stronger.

Jun Yan's voice came to his ears, but Gu Wen had already taken a step forward, his sword steps tearing through the air, and he whistled away in a strong wind.

Jun Yan's mind was as fast as a thread. He turned around and sent a message to Chi Yuzi. Because her defense was the strongest, she could intervene in the fight without any injury and bring the person back.

"This monster may be a little tricky, go and bring Hongchen back."

"This big cat is only two levels higher than Hongchen. It would be a lot to kill it with two swords."

Chi Yuzi frowned but did not take any action immediately. She listened to Gu Wen, not Jun Yan.

Once the right to speak is in the hands of a certain person, his authority will also hinder others from exercising the corresponding power. Thinking back to the time at Tianquan Mountain, Jun Yan was able to persuade Chiyuzi to help.

'If I'm not guessing, this monster has been famous in the various caves of Jianmu for tens of thousands of years. He is known as a peerless genius with a pair of blue-purple fairy eyes that can overwhelm everything. He was once a genius comparable to the Three Pure Ones.'

"Hong Chen has mastered the three great methods of becoming an immortal, and he is not inferior to others."

"But the White Tiger Clan has countless killing abilities, and their tiger power can oppress the people around them all the time. If you don't have a heart of Taoism as solid as a rock, you will be easily suppressed and unable to move."

While the two were talking, the sound of a sword and a tiger's roar filled their ears.

A gust of wind blew on his face, and when he looked up, he saw the howling wind. The sword-bearer and the Tiger Lord were sitting on each side, and the mere collision of their auras was earth-shaking.

It was like a series of rapids washing away each other.

Needless to say, Bai Di Xun used to crush the younger generation of all races and traveled through tens of thousands of years. His body was sanctified, his supernatural powers were divine, his Tao heart was flawless, and there was almost no flaw in any aspect.

A genius can advance to a higher level by relying on the imperfections of others, in terms of magic power, golden elixir, magical powers, methods of becoming an immortal, and so on.

Bai Dixun's figure rose slightly by ten feet into the air, and a white tiger statue lay behind him, looking down at Gu Wen.

"Don't humans have a strict etiquette? Don't they introduce themselves to their elders?"

The white tiger roared, and the invisible pressure came like a mountain, turning into substance and causing the ground to collapse.

Gu Wen was speechless. The fairy sword in his hand shone with a radiant light that looked like frost in March, or even more like a casual slash from the sword.

The sword blade slashed towards the sky, and a sword light as bright as the moon shot up into the sky.

Although the tiger's power is terrifying, using its force to overwhelm people involves their souls, and even their hearts, and is no longer an ordinary supernatural power.

But this sword comes from the true understanding of swordsmanship, but it is by no means as simple as the true understanding of swordsmanship. The remaining part of the immortal sword is half of the immortal sword.

The tiger's might crumbled bit by bit, and transparent fragments could be seen falling in the void, as if a glass cover was broken.

Bai Dixun felt a slight pain in his chest and his face was stunned. He didn't expect that his magical power would be broken in an instant.

Then he was not angry or afraid, but grinned and said: "Good! Very good! This is what can be called the great world of immortality. It is not in vain that you have been silent for 30,000 years. Let me see how capable you are!"

Being invincible is a kind of loneliness that drives people crazy. Bai Dixun doesn't know whether he was born in a world of mediocre people or he is too strong. Whenever he looks up to the rumors of transcendent people, he can only be sure that he was born in an era full of mediocre people and cannot compete with those immortals.

In this life, he wants to be invincible again, and he wants to overwhelm the geniuses of all races in the world once again!

In this way, Bai Dixun is not the strongest person born in an era of mediocrity, but the supreme being who became an immortal in an invincible manner in the world of immortals.

"Roar!!"

He let out a loud shout, and what came out of his mouth was a tiger's roar.

The body and the Dharma form are united as one, and the demon pill and the soul are united as one. The magical powers cultivated by oneself become natural and transformed into Dharma form magical powers.

This is the power of the perfect sixth level of Taoism. Mediocrities can only take this opportunity to condense the Dharma image, while geniuses can condense the Dharma image supernatural powers with their perfect bodies.

"You still don't want to tell me your name? Then I will beat you until you beg for mercy."

A hint of anger flashed in Bai Dixun's eyes.

The majestic divine power transformed into a golden sacred mountain pressing down, covering an area of ​​ten miles. Some geniuses of the demon clan who were nearby were frightened to death on the spot, and they could only freeze in place under the tiger's might.

In the distance, Akabane finally couldn't help but move. The golden man appeared in an instant and turned into a meteor and flew away.

Bai Dixun is very strong, and his whole body exudes a flawless aura.

There is no other realm above perfection, but the perfection of each realm is different. For example, Chi Yuzi is stronger than others in the perfection of the golden elixir, and Jun Yan is stronger than her in the soul.

The gap between them can only be described as flawless.

They have reached the pinnacle, like a flawless jade disk. There are two flawless parts in Bai Dixun's body, one is his eyes, and the other is his mind.

His Taoism foundation was two levels higher than Gu Wen's, so Chi Yuzi was unsure.

Zheng!
The sword light broke through the sacred mountain, and the sword light as solid as glass immediately pierced through the thousand-foot-long body of the White Tiger. The White Tiger's true body was revealed, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Ao Heng had already stood up in the distance, and he had a premonition.

Bai Dixun won’t be beaten to death, right?
The immortal sword went straight to the center of his eyebrows. At the critical moment, his eyes shone brightly, and millions of scriptures were reflected in his pupils, as if a corner of an ancient scripture was opened. The space shifted, and Bai Di Xun touched the immortal sword for the first time and effectively blocked it.

puff!
The immortal sword pierced into the shoulder, and divine blood spurted out. Every drop of it could split rocks and break wood. Now it was gushing out to prevent the immortal sword from going deeper.

Gu Wen fell into the gap in the enemy's Dharma image with dignity. His hands were covered with golden light, and he forcibly propped up the gap that was about to heal in the White Tiger Dharma image.

Then he stepped on the hilt of the magic sword, pushing the hilt in. Divine blood splattered and tore Gu Wen's clothes to pieces.

One inch, two inches, three inches. Three feet!

The immortal sword went straight into the lungs and damaged the five internal organs.

He opened his arms as if to welcome the other party, but in fact he opened the White Tiger Dharma Image and said in a calm voice:

"Welcome to my time, the sleeping genius of the White Tiger Clan."

(End of this chapter)