The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 312 The Old Man is Here

While they were discussing, the Fuso troops in the distance began to shrink the encirclement.

The artillery also began to adjust rapidly.

Unfortunately, it is too difficult for the artillery to change its position, so only small adjustments can be made.

In other words.

If the Onmyoji had not used his power and paid a huge price to reposition the artillery, it would have been basically difficult to move the cannon.

Ten artillery batteries.

Even the current Fuso Empire would have to grimace in horror if they lost so many artillery pieces at one time.

But none of this matters now.

The most important thing now is to catch all the masters of the cultivation world coming from the interior.

If we can catch them all this time.

Even if the entire Kyushu spiritual world does not collapse completely, a major earthquake will occur.

By that time.

The many Onmyojis of Fuso can infiltrate into Kyushu little by little.

This is a big strategy.

After all, these masters who are at the Yuanling level are basically middle-aged and young.

He is definitely the pillar of the sect.

It’s hard to say about other things.

For a sect to be able to cultivate so many middle-aged and young magicians at the Yuanling level, its foundation must be extraordinary.

They don't believe that a sect can cultivate so many such talented people in a short period of time.

It would be fine if it was in the past when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was very prosperous.

Every school and sect has some background.

Even their Fuso Shinto world has some heritage that is nearly a thousand years old!
Some things they can do.

If pushed to the limit, even a rabbit can bite.

But, isn't it true that the times are different now?

Even if there really are such treasures that can bring back the dead to life, or seize the fortune of heaven and earth, they have all been sealed up in the foundations of major sects, waiting for the future.

Who knows how many years it will take for the spiritual energy to recover. In the future, this little thing may be able to save a life. This is the foundation for the future revival of the sect.

Any leader who had some sense of the overall situation basically took action early and used the sect's foundation to seal up many treasures.

This is also the reason why each school and sect appears to be poor.

But are they really poor?
Seriously speaking, the land of Kyushu is only this big.

There are not many practitioners in the spiritual world.

There are so many practitioners on such a large land, and even these practitioners have extremely close connections with reality.

Not to mention white gloves or black gloves.

Every year, the various princes and nobles come to the mountain and offer a lot of gifts, which is extremely generous.

They are certainly not poor.

Rich in every sense of the word.

But in this day and age, it is certainly impossible for them to use all their resources and background to create a magical spirit.

In other words.

Nowadays, there are so many Yuanling level masters. It all depends on the practice of many young people of this era.

The younger generation died.

He is considered to be of the older generation. So what if there are experts suppressing him?
Just create a window period.

Then, in the future their empire can use all kinds of means, whether it is plundering by trickery or boiling the frog in warm water.

They all dug up the treasure and took it into their own hands.

Boom boom boom!
The sound of footsteps kept coming from my ears.

Many masters of the Yin-Yang world who had gathered in this cave looked quite serious at this moment.

“…Looks like we have no choice but to fight!”

When he said this, one of the practitioners held a piece of talisman paper in his hand. It seemed to be made of gold and jade.

That is a jade talisman.

On top of the jade talisman, gold is inlaid in. It is a very special kind, similar to a three-dimensional structure.

Just as the master poured his magic power into it, the three-dimensional golden lines actually burst into dazzling light inside the jade.

Even Shi Jian, who was standing nearby, felt the power in the jade and his pupils shrank:
"...Golden Talisman?"

As soon as Time recognized the talisman, the masters from other sects couldn't help but look at the jade talisman subconsciously.

"Golden Talisman? What is a golden talisman?"

"Is that the legendary golden talisman in his hand? But doesn't that thing look like a jade token?"

"What is the origin of this Taoist brother? He can even take out something that suppresses the foundation of the sect at will..."

At the beginning, many masters in the spiritual world were discussing the three sects of talismans and what the golden talisman mentioned by Maoshan Shi Jian was.

Wait until later.

The topic has gone off track.

To the extent that people later began to speculate who this practitioner was who appeared to be wearing a green robe and a jacket but did not stand out in the team.

Not to mention the many practitioners.

Even the three talisman sects and the famous practitioners present racked their brains but could not figure out who the Taoist in front of them was.

Golden Talisman, just as the name suggests!
This thing is related to gold.

However, in ancient times, or in ancient times, there were actually many styles of talismans related to gold.

The format of talismans is actually not certain.

Nowadays, the reason why people use the three-inch yellow talisman is simply because it is cheap and easy to use.

It is a win by quantity.

A disposable thing!

But the golden talisman is different.

Especially the cultivator in front of him, who was holding a talisman with gold thread inlaid in jade.

Said without politeness.

This thing is a valuable treasure that can suppress a sect.

Although it is not as good as the magical tools of immortals.

But it is more than enough to support a large side sect or a first-class sect.

Why is all this happening?
Because this golden talisman can be slowly restored.

That's for sure.

The cultivator who made this golden talisman must have been a great figure in the cultivation world.

Maybe it's even related to immortals.

After this thing has absorbed enough of the sun's and moon's essence and inputs mana into it, it can even unleash a magical spiritual attack.

If you really want to risk his life.

The consequences are quite terrifying.

But no one would want to play like this.

After all, if it is used as a magical instrument, whenever it absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon for a sufficient period of time, it can suppress the sect.

It is a treasure that can be used sustainably.

If you really use it to unleash a big move or to self-destruct, the impact range is indeed large, but it is indeed a waste of resources.

Look at the appearance of this fellow Taoist.

This guy might be planning to really use this thing to die together with them.

Whose unlucky thing is this?

There are no adults to supervise them.

Similar things and treasures are more or less available in many of the sects present.

But they came without it.

The purpose is that it doesn't matter if you sacrifice yourself, but you must pass on the sect's incense.

This person is so nice. He is actually willing to give away such a precious treasure!
Just when everyone was preparing their backup plan, or in other words, waiting for this Taoist brother to take the treasure and make a big move.

All they heard was a sudden cough from an old man behind them:
"Ahem... A treasure like the golden talisman that has been passed down for thousands of years should not be wasted in this era."

"I just happen to be here, so let me use my old bones to exert the last bit of energy..."

At the moment when the words fell, Song Feng was seen walking towards the crowd leisurely with a cane.

And beside Song Feng.

It was Bei Ming Hu, whose face was a little pale, but whose energy and blood had already recovered.

At this moment, Bei Minghu followed Song Feng while chewing something that looked like a carrot:
"Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! The carrots from outside the pass are really strong. Just a few bites will restore your energy and blood. They are really good stuff..."

After hearing what the old man said and seeing the so-called carrot in Bei Minghu's hand.

Even Shi Jian couldn't help but twitch his lips at this moment.

How can this be an ordinary carrot?
The ginseng, which is as thick as a carrot, was dug up from deep inside the Changbai Mountain. I'm afraid it must have grown for hundreds or even thousands of years.

This thing is a spiritual object!
If ordinary people get this kind of treasure, they would all want to make elixirs and seek medicine to stimulate all the medicinal power.

It doesn't look like the Beiming Tiger at all.

Holding this thing is like chewing a carrot, swallowing it with a crunch.

It's absolutely amazing!
Seeing Song Feng coming over, Shi Shaojian and Qiu Sheng hurried over to greet him.

"Damn grandpa!"

"Seventh uncle!"

Shi Jian and the others did not say anything as they watched the two men, one on the left and one on the right, ushering Song Feng into the crowd.

Just looking at the old man quietly.

After watching the environment calm down, Song Feng coughed lightly, then said with a smile:
"You all may have heard of my reputation in the martial arts world, and now I will take advantage of my age to show off my knowledge."

When he said this, Song Feng paused for a moment, then continued:
"Since I, the Lord of Beiyin Mountain, have come to the outside of the Great Wall, and since I am the oldest among you, there are some things that should be done by me, an old man."

"Next, I will open the Yin-Yang Realm. You can go forward without any worries. The exit is at the foot of Changbai Mountain."

"The Changbai Mountains stretch for thousands of miles. In this depth, as long as you get out of the mountains, you will be like a dragon swimming in the sea or a tiger returning to the forest."

"When the time comes... whether you continue to fight outside the Great Wall or return to the Great Wall, I will not care. This is the last thing I can do with my old bones..."

At the end of his speech, Song Feng shook his head and looked like an ordinary old man.

however.

Hearing Song Feng say this, Shi Jian's face changed, and then he said worriedly:
"Old man, there are Yin-Yang masters blocking the way outside, you..."

However, before he could finish, Song Feng raised his hand to interrupt him:
"Don't say anything more, just leave. Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years. Maybe after a hundred years, I can come back and burn some incense for you..."

After hearing what the old man said, the masters from other sects who were about to continue to dissuade him couldn't help but twitch their lips.

Although this sounds a bit harsh.

But when it comes to the old master of Beiyin Mountain, there is an inexplicable fit.

Back then, there were rumors that this old man had been killed by the Qing government, but now he is still alive and well?
I heard a few years ago that he looked sick when I met him, and he is still sick now.

However, even in this half-dead state, he managed to survive for so many years.

He ran from the southernmost tip of Kyushu to the northernmost tip, and even participated in the Battle of Changbai Mountain.

This is the ability to travel across the entire map.

Even if they believed that all of them were killed by the Fuso people, they would not be attracted by this old man and would die here casually.

"Then... I'd better obey your command respectfully!"

When they got to this point, the many masters present clasped their fists and bowed.

This time.

It is a real thank you from the bottom of my heart.

The Lord of Beiyin Mountain never brags!

At this moment, Song Feng snorted coldly, and then glanced at the cane in his hand:

"Old man, we fought for so long back then, and you accompanied me for decades. From now on, I'm counting on you..."

As the words fell, the shadow behind Song Feng began to slowly expand and gradually became terrifying.

Indistinctly, it turned into a giant python with bared fangs and claws, and then enclosed everyone's figures:

"……hold head high!!"

A terrifying roar suddenly sounded.

Followed by.

All I could see in this cave was a dramatic change.

hum! !

Faintly, it seemed that yin and yang were reversed.

Everyone present only felt themselves stagger, and then their bodies couldn't help but feel a slight sinking:
“…Hmm! This… is this the Yin-Yang Realm?”

Seeing this almost colorless world, even Shi Jian and the others couldn't help but look horrified.

Not at the right time.

Not in the right place.

There is no divination by the Six Dings and no divination by the Heavenly Evolution.

In just a blink of an eye, they fell from the land of dragon veins into the world of Yin and Yang?

This is this...

When did it become so easy to reverse yin and yang?

If only it were that simple.

This world has long become the world of the many ghost kings in the underworld.

How can humans still have the final say?

This is not as simple as reversing yin and yang. This is clearly the old master of Beiyin Mountain. It is really too terrifying!

"hiss……"

Take a breath.

At this point, some people present finally understood what the Lord of Beiyin Mountain meant.

Only then did I understand.

The weight of a grandmaster of a side sect!

At this moment, the crutch in Song Feng's hand suddenly shattered.

Click!

Afterwards, it transformed into a giant python, rolled up everyone's figures, and flew away into the distance.

sizzle...

Without anyone noticing.

Everyone was in the Yin-Yang Realm and was swept away into the distance.

Just at this time.

All I heard was a strange and ancient curse in the distance, descending from the horizon into reality:
"Are you here...Akeqipi..."

A huge force suddenly fell.

Indistinctly, he was actually going to drive everyone out of the Yin-Yang Realm!

"……not good!"

Sensing this curse descending from reality, many masters couldn't help but change their expressions.

Just at this time.

All I saw was an ancient banner flying out from the depths of the Yin-Yang Realm, growing taller as the wind blew:
"Brush!"

In the blink of an eye, it swept everyone up and threw them further away.

"Boom!"

Everyone only saw the old figure holding the ancient banner falling from the Yin-Yang Realm, and in a trance, it seemed to fall into reality.

Suddenly looking back.

At the end of the road, where it intersects with reality, that old figure falls on the land.

There seemed to be countless flames bursting out.

Thunderous explosions continued to ring out, and the artillery fire continued, seeming to turn the area into a sea of ​​fire.

"Rumble..."

(End of this chapter)