Tao and Heaven

Chapter 229 Lan Yongning

Class A secret realm, a dense forest.

The preliminary round was not held in a ring, but a melee in a huge secret realm.

There is only one rule, that is, to be the last 100 people left. During this period, except for magic weapons, talismans and other external objects that surpass one's own realm, all means are allowed.

As soon as Gu Wen landed, he met an acquaintance.

A sword light soared not far from him, and in an instant more than a dozen monks were sent out.

Xie Yunan was dressed elegantly, with eighteen spirit swords surrounding him. He stood in the air and said loudly:

"Xie Yunan, the heir of the Sword Sect, is here to welcome the heroes from all sides."

After saying this, she stood proudly, with her tall figure, beautiful face, and peerless swordsmanship.

I don’t know how many young people were fascinated by him at that time.

Xie Yunnan didn’t care much, she lived her whole life only for the sword, this was her way... huh?

Xie Yunnan met Gu Wen's gaze, then landed silently. The tree canopy concealed her figure. Many geniuses of the younger generation looked away with regret.

Some people began to fly towards her at high speed.

Xie Yunan landed on the ground, lowered his eyebrows and whispered: "Senior, what are you doing..."

"I'll take a look, you are welcome."

"Oh."

Xie Yunnan turned around and flew away. From afar, his voice challenging various geniuses could be heard again.

That's what young people should be like.

Gu Wen sighed, then wandered around with his bamboo sword. After taking care of one or two people, no one came to bother him again.

Not long after, I saw someone being beaten to death.

A middle-aged Jindan cultivator was killed by a young Foundation Establishment cultivator. The two sides seemed to have a long-standing grudge. The middle-aged Jindan cultivator was killed by the young man because his son and wife were killed, and the young man accused the other party of allowing his son to bully men and women and kill his sister.

A conflict then broke out between the two, and Gu Wen, a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, was ignored.

The key to fighting is to highlight the advantages. The cultivators who are good at fighting often have one trick to conquer the world. Of course, there are omnipotent cultivators, but the more omnipotent they are, the harder it is to have a highlight, and they become miscellaneous but not refined.

The young man held a wisp of true fire in his mouth, and at the critical moment he spat it on the middle-aged Jindan's face. In an instant the true fire dissolved his entire head.

This bit of true fire was the protruding point, which pierced the vital point of the middle-aged Jindan cultivator.

Gu Wen looked at the blazing corpse and thought: Monks can easily live for hundreds or even thousands of years, but very few of them can actually die of natural causes.

He stood aside and watched. The young man looked at him, frowned slightly, and showed a slightly distressed look. He said, "Did you see it?"

Gu Wen nodded honestly: "I saw it."

"You'd better pretend you didn't see it, otherwise you will have to bear the consequences yourself."

The young man was surrounded by true fire, and his foundation-building cultivation was revealed. He was like an ant with wings, flapping his elytra desperately in an attempt to grab Gu Wen's hair.

It also has tiger teeth, just like Akabaneko, which is very cute.

Gu Wen leaned over and took a wisp of ash, saying, "Your true fire is very special."

He had seen many true fires, and the strongest one used by the Angri Demon Saint had a hint of transcendence. But compared to the one used by the young man, it was several times weaker.

This is obviously not ordinary real fire.

The boy's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he threatened coldly: "How did you know? You'd better not know."

Gu Wen was just asking, but seeing how naive the child was, he couldn't help but tease him and said, "The old man in your body told me that he and I are old friends. In terms of seniority, you should call me Grandmaster."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The young man was furious and spit out fire from his mouth, and a three-meter-long dragon swept over.

Before the fire dragon could touch Gu Wen, an old, illusory hand stretched out from the boy's mouth and pulled the fire dragon back.

Its huge body caused the boy's face to be charred black, his hair was singed, and wisps of black smoke floated out of his mouth.

"Hey, I don't know whether you are extremely lucky or have bad luck. You encounter trouble wherever you go."

An old voice came out of the young man's mouth, and then he seemed to be possessed by another spirit, and his eyes suddenly looked a thousand years older.

I came to a so-called heavenly election meeting, and first encountered the demon saint, and accidentally fell into the catastrophe of the human demon catastrophe. I originally thought that if I solved this enemy, I would be able to stay away from the catastrophe.

But when he turned around, he encountered an even more terrifying existence.

"My fellow Taoist... no, my holy master, what do you want me to do?"

He stared at the ordinary man in front of him and immediately changed his address.

The cultivation level in the Qi training stage is just like a layer of fog, and the bottom cannot be seen at all.

Gu Wen shook his head and said, "I was just a bystander and asked out of curiosity."

The unknown soul replied: "This fire is called Samadhi True Fire, it comes from Heaven. I wonder if I can leave?"

Gu Wen said: "You can leave at any time, you don't need to ask for my opinion."

"Thank you, Holy Lord."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man disappeared from the spot.

"and many more."

Gu Wen stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man, and the young man reappeared. The residual soul controlling his body felt like it was facing a formidable enemy, but did not dare to resist excessively.

"I wonder if the Holy Lord has any other instructions?"

"Does Heaven no longer exist?"

"It died hundreds of thousands of years ago."

"How did you die? Who are you?"

The remnant soul remained silent, obviously unwilling to say more.

Seeing this, Gu Wen let go of the other person. In the blink of an eye, the boy disappeared again, even faster than last time.

It was so fast that he couldn't catch the other person's breath anymore, and there was no way to catch it back.

He sighed, "As expected, there are always people better than you. I am still not strong enough now."

If a strong person appears today who can’t be found if he runs away, someone who is equally powerful as you may appear tomorrow.

Soon after, a stream of light flew from the sky, and a cultivator from Taiyi City came to check the situation. He just glanced at the corpse and then left.

The Tianxuan Conference allows casualties to occur, but Taiyi City simply does not encourage killing.

Everyone was originally given an escape order card. If someone was killed even with this thing, it could only be said that he was not as skilled as his opponent.

The number of people in the secret realm was decreasing. Xie Yunan was naturally the focus of attention. Her swordsmanship was superb, and she killed all the cultivators. Perhaps Xiao Yunyi was a little worse than her back then. The innate sword bone was a starting point in the swordsmanship that most people could not reach.

Above the sky, a rainbow of light flew by, announcing that there were still three hundred people left, as well as the geniuses who had defeated their opponents and whose rankings were constantly rising.

Gu Wen strolled leisurely in the garden, and his bamboo sword only took people's hair without hurting anyone.

He is not in a hurry to compete for fame and fortune, as the final ranking will be decided in future competitions. As long as he doesn't get kicked out, he will be able to secure the 100th place, and then the 500th place.

Suddenly, a purple light shot down the light curtain, and then the tokens on the waists of everyone in the secret realm broke.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Although casualties were inevitable, the vast majority of people relied on tokens to protect their lives. The teleportation arrays throughout the secret realm made it difficult for ordinary people to kill people here. The killing of a teenager like the one Gu Wen had seen was a rare case.

Without the protection of the formation, wouldn't it just be a fight with real swords and guns?
At this moment, the purple light above the sky turned into a giant hand, covering the entire secret realm.

From his aura alone, one could tell that he had the cultivation level of the Mahayana stage, and was definitely not something that the younger generation in the secret realm, who were less than a thousand years old, could contend with.

In an instant, all kinds of geniuses showed their sect's skills. The best ones flew away on the spot, and the lesser ones were protected by a golden bell. The independent cultivators took drugs, used formations to protect themselves, and used talismans to protect themselves, and even temporarily set up formations with people who were originally opponents around them.

A formation was constructed, its light was like a magic needle that stabilized the sea. Even the most panicked person could find the backbone and join in.

Even Gu Wen was dragged into the formation by an unknown Taoist priest. The people who were still fighting fiercely a quarter of an hour ago now showed a completely different attitude of unity.

A Jindan cultivator, who had the highest cultivation level, naturally became the leader. He shouted:

"Those who have been on the battlefield, please step forward. Those who are familiar with battle formations, please occupy the center of the formation. The attack of the Mahayana stage is large and wide, but it is not impossible to deal with. We will gather the formation and enlighten the surface, and we will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties!"

"I am in front of the battle line. Even if I don't defend, I will be the first to die. Don't panic!"

"Defend the formation, and kill anyone who disturbs it!"

Gu Wen wanted to take action, but found that he might have underestimated the human cultivators. Being able to fight against the Jianmu clan and stand in the wasteland for tens of thousands of years has never been based on just a single strong person.

Countless formations lit up from all directions, countless commands were conveyed, and the communication of spiritual thoughts was extremely rapid.

The attack had not yet landed, so some nearby groups of monks began to move together, and in just a few breaths they arranged and reorganized themselves into a new formation.

Except for a few who were a little panicked, most of the monks seemed to have conducted countless drills and carried out the orders in an orderly manner.

They became an army that followed orders, with everyone being tied together forcefully.

The war between humans and demons lasted for hundreds of years. The group war has changed the ecology of the monks. Almost everyone has begun to learn battle formations, and discipline has become a compulsory course.

A giant hand of purple air that covered the sky and the sun fell down, crushing all the people and trees within sight, and the ground beneath their feet sank three inches.

Eventually, everything returned to calm, the secret realm was in shambles, and only people were left standing.

'The human race obviously doesn't need my rescue.'

Gu Wen refuted what the Lord of Taiyi City said yesterday. He regarded himself, who was the number one in the world eight hundred years ago, as the savior, but in fact, the human race is still strong now.

His eyes penetrated the secret realm. In Taiyi City, a mandrill as big as a mountain range slowly stood up, and its shadow enveloped the city. Its thorny fists slammed into the towers at the four corners of the city. The earth glowed, and countless shackles extended to press the mandrill to the ground.

Taiyi City’s great formation also has internal defensive measures.

A divine light as bright as ink flew from the east. A scholar in white clothes, holding a bamboo scroll in his hand, sealed the baboon with a stroke of his pen.

Finally, there was another purple light above the sky of the secret realm.

Gu Wen looked over and saw a man in purple looking down at the secret realm from above. He noticed his gaze and made eye contact with him.

Their eyes met, the latter frowned, stared, looked again, and watched again.

Then ran away.
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Above Taiyi City, inside the great formation.

The baboon demon saint was suppressed by the Taiyi City formation. The sword characters made of ink and the Taoist spiritual book in his hand fell one after another. Even though the demon's body was strong, the attack of human Taoism obviously exceeded its defense, and it was soon turned into a bloody mess.

At the same time, after the initial panic, hundreds of thousands of cultivators in the city were quickly organized and rushed towards the white jade pillars extending from the formation in various parts of Taiyi City.

Surrounding the 108 jade pillars, on the roads, on the roofs, and in the air, countless monks sat cross-legged and injected their magic power into the formation.

The magnificent city stretching over thousands of square kilometers was instantly transformed into a killing cage. Circles of light extended to the sky, and nine thousand circles of light occupied a thousand miles of airspace.

This was natural, as a place where humans gathered and a large city that ruled a region. Many problems were considered when it was built, including the possibility of the enemy taking over the city and the possibility of the enemy launching an attack from within.

At first, the Mandrill Demon Saint just endured it silently, because he knew very well that he could not accomplish anything alone.

If a demon saint could be destroyed at will in a human city, the war between humans and demons would not have lasted so long.

But when the Purple Demon Lord did not show up and his injuries became more and more serious, the Mandrill Demon Saint began to panic and sent his spiritual thoughts to the Purple Demon Lord.

"Demon Lord Ziji! If you don't take action now, when will you take action?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a purple light flew out from the City Lord's Mansion. Lan Yongning slowed down his attack. The Mandrill Demon Saint was overjoyed and said, "Kill this guy quickly. He has injuries left by our demon ancestor. Qingcang only helped to suppress them for a short time. He can't withstand too long of a fight!"

The demon race will consciously eliminate the geniuses of the human race. Since there are more demon ancestors than immortals on the human side, not every immortal standing on the human side is dedicated.

Three hundred years of war had caused countless casualties among the human race.

"He's out! He's out! I have to go, I have to escape into the void."

A terrified voice was heard, and then a purple light flew away from Taiyi City, crashing into the barrier that was already weak due to the imprisonment of the mandrill.

Lan Yongning never let down his guard. The Demon Saint Mandrill was filled with shock and anger. Then, in their sight, a bamboo sword flew out, traveled a hundred miles, and pierced through the chest of the Purple Demon Lord.

He spit out blood, looked down at the thorns on the bamboo sword, and said with a sad smile: "If you had come out earlier, I wouldn't have surrendered to the demon tribe."

The light in his eyes quickly disappeared, and his figure fell.

quiet!
The demon saint mandrill widened his eyes, then reacted quickly, spitting out a green leaf from his mouth and trying to escape.

How dare you go deep into the human race without any means of escape?
A breeze blew, and the leaves were blown away, leaving only the stems.

"Who!? Who on earth is this person?!"

His divine sense scanned the surroundings but he still didn't know who had made the attack, and no one responded to him. Only Lan Yongning's attacks continued to fall.

Like cutting meat with a blunt knife, the demon saint of mandrill was consumed bit by bit.

After bombarding for three hours, the last breath of life of the Mandrill Demon Saint was finally wiped out.

At this moment, the sun has set, the chaos in the city has subsided, the geniuses in the secret realm have come out one after another, and the Tianxuan Conference has been temporarily suspended.

Lan Yongning landed in front of the huge corpse of the baboon. Kuang Zhili and a group of True Lords greeted him, bowed and said, "Congratulations, Wen Zun."

"No need to be polite."

Lan Yongning looked at the Purple Demon Lord who had been brought back not far away with a bamboo sword stuck in his chest, and walked over quickly and bent down to check his wound.

Someone among the True Lords flattered him, "Wen Zun's power is comparable to that of nature. He can destroy demons and evil spirits with one sword. He will surely become an immortal in the future."

"Me? I don't have this ability. This must be the work of Immortal Qingcang."

Lan Yongning drew out his bamboo sword, but could only see the word "Gu" on the blade. For an instant, his face was filled with astonishment.

He's still alive? He's out!
(End of this chapter)