The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 306: Nine Sons Fight for Succession
After hearing what the old man said and seeing his mysterious look, Bei Minghu pondered for a moment and then asked:
"Master, what should I do?"

Looking at the Bei Ming Tiger in front of him, and then at Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian who were following behind, Song Feng said softly:
"I have seen the people trapped in the formation in front of us. Among them is a Taoist from Mount Mao. You can take Qiu Sheng and the other two to him later."

“As for breaking the formation, although it is not that easy, as long as you follow the guidance of both parties, you can easily lead them out.”

When he said this, Song Feng turned his gaze to Shi Shaojian:
"Do you have the confidence to rescue your uncle?"

Hearing what the old man said, Shi Shaojian nodded vigorously, and then said seriously:
"Grandpa Gan, I'm sure!"

The two parties were originally practicing the same Dafa.

One is inside and the other is outside.

If the other party has a good understanding of the numerology of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, then it will be easy to get out of the situation through the induction between the two parties.

After hearing Shi Shaojian's firm words, Song Feng nodded, and then said to Bei Minghu:
"Next, you take the two of them with you. As long as you protect them, nothing will go wrong."

"I will go deeper into the forest first. I believe that with your strength, you should be able to catch up soon."

While here, Song Feng glanced at the people in the distance who were still walking around the forest in a daze.

Then he changed direction and walked deeper into the forest.

Seeing that the old man has left.

Bei Minghu was surprised and glanced at the two guys behind him:
"I didn't realize it, but you're from a reputable and upright family?"

Originally, he thought that the two guys were too young. He thought that since they had such magical powers at such a young age, they must have a powerful background.

I didn’t expect it was from Maoshan.

The old man is really amazing. He can actually drag two Maoshan immortal seeds around with him.

No wonder he can be so successful in the world.

If this had not been said, who would have known that the famous Lord of Beiyin Mountain, the great grandmaster of the side sect, had such a good relationship with Maoshan?

Hearing Bei Minghu say this, Qiu Sheng smiled implicitly, and then spoke softly:
"Uncle Bei Ming, please stop teasing us with our relationship, okay? How about we get busy first?"

"If we stay here for too long, you might not be able to catch up with the old man."

Hearing what the old man said, he was going to send them to the team. In this case, they had no intention of continuing to chase.

After all, this is indeed someone I met myself.

And judging from the old man's expression, it was clear that he was going into the mountains to risk his life.

Don’t say anything else.

Even if they wanted to leave, the elders in the division would probably stop them.

When they reach this stage of practice, their understanding of themselves is also changing.

It must be said that no matter how much kindness they have received from their predecessors and elders, their status today is different from before.

This is the seed of a true leader.

If something happened to both of them, this generation of Maoshan would probably be destroyed.

Although they both seem unreliable.

But at this time, we also have to consider the elders in the sect. Now, they are much more mature than before.

"Okay, let's get going!"

Although it was a bit strange that these two little guys were the seeds of famous sects, Bei Minghu didn't say anything else.

The most frightening thing in life is to be in two minds.

Although a famous and upright sect is good, he, the Tiger King of the Qingyang Sect, might not get any benefit if he joins them.

Experience from ancient times to the present tells him.

People like him who join the team will never be one of us.

Moreover.

He has an extremely bad temper.

He can't stand the feeling of living under someone else's roof.

After all, he followed the big brother and started his own business as a boss, so he had to hold on to the old man's big thick legs.

Don’t think that Qiu Sheng and the other two have a good relationship with the old man.

However, these two young men seemed to have been brought up under the protection of some elders, so naturally they did not understand some things.

Who is that old man?
Inside and outside the pass, who among the older generation, who among those who have achieved success in spiritual practice, dares to say that they don’t know him?

That's the influence.

Even a single leg hair would be thicker than his.

When the old man was roaming the world, they were still youngsters. At that time, the old man was already the leader.

How powerful were the famous and upright sects back then?

Didn’t the old man still sweep across 800 miles and suppress them with just one hand?

If you don't practice the evil ways, seeing the old man is like seeing the moon in the sky from a well. If you practice the evil ways, seeing the old man is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

These true disciples who have inherited extraordinary knowledge since childhood will never know how much price and how much luck it takes for someone like the old man to climb up from the bottom.

It is not terrible for a young man from an aristocratic family to achieve such an achievement.

The most terrifying thing is that there are those who have truly crawled out of the quagmire, have no background but can still match or even surpass the achievements of the young masters of aristocratic families.

Just hold on to the old man's thighs.

Don't say anything else.

Given the old man's personality, he may not say anything openly, but he will definitely give you all the benefits in secret.

How did you say that?

They are a famous and upright family and they do have enough resources, but they also have many people of their own. How could they be willing to cooperate with an outsider like you?

All the way up the mountain.

Looking around, there was light everywhere, and fluorescent rays blooming from the veins of the earth.

After a careful count, there are actually nine dragon veins.

But what is strange is that although these nine dragon veins come from the same body, they do not belong to each other.

"Nine Sons Fighting for Succession Formation? I didn't expect that among the old men in the Demon Court, there is someone who is proficient in this kind of human formation."

"Take the example of the nine dragon sons chasing each other. In the end, one of them turned into a real dragon. It was quite ambitious, but the chance of success was not great."

As he walked, Song Feng had a faint smile on his face.

Once you enter the mountains and rivers, you are like a dragon swimming in the sea.

Being in a place like this where there are no restrictions and he can give full play to his abilities is just perfect for him.

Just a moment after he left.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound behind me:

"Old man, slow down, wait a moment..."

A distant voice came from afar, but the strange thing was that the sound did not become more scattered as it spread, but instead became more condensed.

It was as if it was being spoken into my ear.

"This guy has quite a few tricks up his sleeve. He can even transmit sound over a thousand miles. I'm afraid he's not as far away from the final step as he said..."

After hearing Bei Ming Hu's voice, Song Feng simply stood still and stopped moving.

This method of transmitting sound over thousands of miles is a secret technique in martial arts, and ordinary martial arts masters cannot do it.

This is similar to the method of condensing sound into lines.

Being able to search for people and things in the mountains and forests, and to transmit sound in this way, Bei Ming Hu must have already reached the state of Zhou Tian Tu Na.

"Huh... Old man, you walked too fast. I almost couldn't catch up with you..."

After taking a few deep breaths, Bei Ming Hu came to Song Feng's side grunting.

Looking towards him.

All I saw was that apart from some snow on his body, there was not even any sweat on his head.

That is to say, he is out of breath on the surface.

After looking at Bei Ming Hu with a smile, Song Feng then walked towards the depths of the forest with his crutches:

"Let's go. The real dragon vein is still far away from here. Since nine sons are competing for the throne, it should be getting lively by now..." Seeing the old man so calm and seeing that he had already understood this formation, Bei Minghu didn't feel strange at all.

"Then old man, we don't need to worry about other people?"

For Bei Minghu, it was totally normal for the old man to be able to do such a thing.

If the old man can't do it.

That would be strange.

Do you really think that in such an extremely chaotic era, the big guys who were able to make a name for themselves and suppress everyone are just some kind of idiot?
"We don't care about the others. Since the Nine Sons' Succession Array has broken one of its cores, the practitioners in other places will naturally be able to sense it."

"If they can't even solve the incomplete formation, then they can just wait for others to rescue them..."

His main purpose of coming to Changbai Mountain this time was to find that pure yang thought according to the location given by the old monster.

The most important thing is to obtain all the mysteries involved in refining the spirit and returning to the void.

He doesn't have time to mess around with other people.

And the formation of nine sons fighting for the throne, no one knows which old bastard came up with this thing.

As a result, he, who was originally very calm, had to join the team chasing time.

If he were to catch the person behind him, he would have to give him a good beating.

If the dragon vein is half-destroyed, take good care of it.

With this kind of means, it should be no problem to train a little dragon. We can plan it slowly when the time comes.

This is great.

To use such a fierce formation as Nine Sons Fighting for the Crown Prince, one must use a method similar to raising a Gu to raise a real dragon.

It would be fine if the dragon vein was intact.

The problem is that this dragon vein had been cut off by him a long time ago.

The broken dragon vein encountered the nine sons fighting for the throne.

Good guy, don’t wait until he reaches the root of the dragon vein, because the dragon vein will be destroyed.

It doesn’t matter if the dragon vein is destroyed.

Don't lose his idea of ​​pure yang thunder tribulation.

He had promised the old snake demon that he would help him find an opportunity to transform into a dragon.

That old monster who turned into a dragon would definitely choose to escape by water.

After all, a dragon that walks through water and turns into a dragon is nominally the most authentic dragon and will not be ignored anywhere.

Who knows when he will burst into tears?
Moreover, the noise made by the snake demon when it strays into the water must be very loud. If he agrees to this matter, he will be taking a great risk.

It would be good if I could obtain this pure yang thought.

If the person behind the scenes messes with this, he won't be able to get anything good.

Even if he went crazy and lost some of his lifespan, he had to make sure that the many practitioners on Changbai Mountain could not leave the mountain.

Bei Ming Hu is indeed a gold medal guard.

Although he didn't cut a path through the mountains or build a bridge over the water, it did demonstrate his qualities as a martial arts master.

They even encountered several waves of small groups of ninjas along the way.

These ninjas did not practice magic.

However, they used a training method similar to that of martial arts, and cultivated it through quick-acting drugs.

Seemingly low status.

But his insidiousness is no less than that of Onmyoji.

It is also a sharp blade for practitioners.

However, such a thin blade is too easy for Bei Minghu to break.

He carried it with his indestructible body.

Even the katana can't break the defense. So why are you afraid of sneak attacks?
Just his body.

Even if you have taken poison, you can still hold on for a while, and it would be fine to kill the enemy during this time.

at last.

After turning around, Song Feng brought the Beiming Tiger to a small valley that seemed flat.

"...Huh? There's such a nice place on the mountain? This guy, with green mountains and clear waters, I thought it was in the south!"

Looking at the gurgling spring water bubbling up from below and the various green grasses that should grow in the south, Bei Minghu was surprised.

Wow, there is green grass growing on the snowy mountain.

If he was just thrown here, he would think this was some nice place in the south.

The temperature here is also suitable.

According to his estimation, if he took off the leather jacket and just wore a short top, it wouldn't be too cold here.

The problem is that this is Changbai Mountain.

This place with white mountains and black waters is very cold.

Wonderful, this is really wonderful.

"This is one of the nodes of the dragon vein. For others, they may not be able to intercept anything from here."

"But for me, this place is simply a godsend. You protect me first, and I will go down and explore."

After the words fell, Song Feng sat cross-legged. On a large bluestone that looked green, a flash of light flashed on the spiritual platform:
"brush!"

The next moment, a small black figure appeared from his spiritual platform and then sank into the ground.

It was great to see the old man get things done so quickly.

Bei Minghu looked at the old man's appearance with surprise:

"Wow, is this the Yin Spirit leaving the body? It must be these practitioners who practice various wonderful methods and have endless means."

"If you can cultivate a method that has a spirit, then you can attack or defend, and you can hope to become a true immortal. There is really no future for practicing martial arts..."

Although he learned from the old man that the future belongs to martial arts, the future of martial arts practitioners is promising.

But Wushengniu is a cow.

But no matter what, as long as there is no way to achieve Taoism through martial arts, there is no way to achieve immortality.

Anyone who can practice magic.

If one could live forever, who would want to be a martial arts master who shines throughout his life?

There is also a chain of contempt for this thing.

When the Martial Saint was alive, he was very powerful. It was very likely that he could suppress many magical spirits by himself, and even the masters of the Five Qis would have to take a step back.

But when the Martial Saint dies, he is truly dead.

I have never heard of any martial arts saint-level master becoming a high-ranking official in the underworld after his death.

Basically, just calculate it based on one lifetime.

However, if you cultivate the method to achieve the goal, you will have a primordial spirit. After you become a Yin God, when you die, you can really go to the underworld and be directly hired by the judge.

Once you enter the underworld, you can become an official.

As long as you work hard, you can connect yin and yang in a careless manner.

Look down.

Anyone who is a big shot at the Yuanling level and has entered the underworld, as long as the sect is not too wasteful, can basically pass on the legacy.

Even if a sect in the world of the living is destroyed, a master from the underworld can come and pass on the teachings, and the tradition can be continued.

But the martial arts heritage is in trouble.

This thing has been passed down from generation to generation, and there's no telling when it might be lost.

He also envies the Taoist masters.

the other side.

After entering the dragon vein, Song Feng, who prayed to heaven and earth using the method of attraction given by the old demon, also felt that something seemed to be attracting him:
“…Is this the pure Yang thought?”

(End of this chapter)