The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 181 Tao and Law

After Wu Yong cut off the blood ghost's head with his spear, the Ghost Barbarian Ancestor did not admit defeat but grew a second head, intending to resist and forcibly break free from the Ten Thousand Crows Formation.

How can this be tolerated?

So Wu Yong raised his spear with one hand and chopped it down with one blow, but the ghost barbarian grew a third head again...

Just like that, after Wu Yong chopped off thirteen heads in a row, the Ghost Barbarian Ancestor's blood-red pupils had almost closed, and it seemed that his magic power had run out.

But he is still stubborn!
One dares to be stubborn, the other dares to chop. Sooner or later, one of these two will die here.

"Old ghost, why are you so stubborn?"

He Manjun couldn't bear to watch it anymore and shouted out admonitions from the sidelines.

It's not that Guiman can't afford to lose. He has been stuck at the stage of Yuanshen for hundreds of years without making any progress. Even the Fengdu Hundred Ghosts Diagram requires his essence and energy for nourishment, but his cultivation has regressed!

It is rare for a cultivator of his level to not have demonic obstacles...

At this moment, the Guiman Ancestor was unwilling to leave the Nightmare Tribe even if he died.

After Wu Yong chopped off thirteen of his heads, he did not dare to attack again. He just slowly absorbed the magic power from the Huandan Fudi in his body to replenish himself.

He entered the Southern Region for two reasons, firstly, to seek battle in order to verify the Tao and the Dharma he had cultivated, and secondly, to be entrusted by someone.

Could it be that he really killed a certain barbarian king in the southern region and then became hated for no reason? Besides, there was also the great barbarian king ancestor behind him.

Even Wang Qingxian doesn't want to offend him too much!

"Why is the barbarian king like this? If you have anything to say, can you speak to me directly?"

Wu Yong put away his long spear and the nine-section staff, then stood opposite the Ghostly Ancestor and let out a long sigh.

This is really not decent at all.

"Hmph, Wu Yong, I know you came to the Southern Region to fight with the Three Lords of Southern Frontier and get a glimpse of the Great Dao of the Primordial Spirit, is that right or not?"

"You are on the right path. With the Three Talents as the foundation, you have a bird's-eye view, and your three treasures, spirit, energy, and soul, are all flourishing. This is one of the most superior paths."

"But your method, humph!"

After being dissuaded by He Manjun and Wu Yong, Gui Man Patriarch finally collected his blood ghost body and transformed back into a Taoist body. He looked Wu Yong up and down and smiled coldly.

"You are too ambitious and have too far-reaching vision, but you always forget that you are also from a small clan."

"Wu Yong, you want to cultivate the three talents internally and control the three disasters externally, but can your background really afford it? Dharma, wealth, companions and land are so difficult to obtain. How can you cultivate all those superior Daoist methods, such as Yandao Fire Method, Disaster Thunder Method and Torrential Wind Method..."

Guiman's words seemed to be contemptuous, but in fact, they were exactly what confused Wu Yong.

Although he had received a divine edict from heaven and the knowledge of two worlds, and the divine edict from the Spiritual Official guided his path, Wu Yong was like being shrouded in clouds, mountains and fog, and could never find the way.

"Brother, can you give me some advice?"

Wu Yong sent away the Ten Thousand Crows Formation, and the chains of the Flame Prison were loosened one by one. The ten thousand foot long yellow dragon turned around, transformed into mother energy, and landed on Wu Yong to form a yin and yang yellow robe.

He took two more steps forward and bowed to the pale man - Gui Manjun.

"Do you really believe me? I was defeated by you! Do you think it's useful to believe me?" Gui Manjun frowned and said with a smile.

“The journey is long, and the one who reaches the destination comes first.”

"Brother Dao's words make sense."

Wu Yong smiled cheerfully and waved his sleeves to invite him in.

Huh, so the one who achieves the most comes first?

Gui Manjun turned his head slightly, enduring the severe pain in his neck, but looked at the young Taoist priest with a higher regard.

"You are too arrogant!"

"You come from a small clan, why do you have to do this?"

"Although your fire skills are powerful, they are obtained from magic weapons. They use force to suppress others, and they still need to be polished. Your thunder skills are also ordinary. I think you come from a small clan and don't have any supreme thunder skills. Your wind skills are only at the second level."

"The Three Disasters Daoist Art has no proper method, and all of them are driven by force with huge magic power. Don't you really know?"

"The path of the three disasters, if you are like this, you will never get through. You might as well practice the true fire of the Three Samadhis, switch to fire magic, and pick a Flame Lord Dao fruit..."

Gui Manjun glanced at the golden lamp in the sky and said meaningfully.

People like Wu Yong, who were born in a prefecture, could not be compared with the upper families in Yujing. Even if there were immortal books and precious edicts pointing out the way to heaven, he had no way to ascend the road.

There is a scripture but no law, what can the disciples do?
If he had the Samadhi True Fire, Bixi True Wind, Purple Sky Thunder Technique, and other skills, with Wu Yong's background, he wouldn't need to use magic treasures to win this kind of battle...

"There is still plenty of time and opportunity to find the method and explore the path."

"But there is no rush!"

Wu Yong nodded slightly, then shook his head gently again.

This battle only clarifies the way forward; as for the rest, he has his own plans.

Whether it was the Three Disasters Dao Fruit or the Flame Lord Dao Fruit, it was just a matter of choice...

The way of fire only requires the three fires of heaven, earth and man to be practiced together, and then the three disaster fires of the three elements can be naturally formed. As for the two ways of thunder and wind, there is still a way out.

The wind path includes techniques such as Bixi Yin Wind, Samadhi Divine Wind, Flying Sand and Running Stones, Calling Wind and Summoning Rain, Calling Wind and Summoning Rain, and Returning Wind; the thunder path includes mastering the Five Thunders and Ten Thunders, the Thirty-Six Heavenly Thunder Techniques, the Internal Thunder Techniques, and so on.

Since he has the general outline of the Treasure Edict, even if he cannot find the right method for the time being, he can see clearly what the future holds. Perhaps he can complete the methods from the various tribes in Yujing, refine the three disasters externally, and combine the internal and external to form the internal and external three talents of natural disasters...

Seeing that Wu Yong still refused to give up, Gui Man Jun was too lazy to say anything more. After Wu Yong's golden lamp loosened the Fengdu Hundred Ghosts Picture, Gui Man Jun recalled the picture and wiped off the burnt marks on the picture with some heartache.

Then, the eyes of all the cultivators were instantly focused on the third challenger, He Manjun.

This?
No, I, the old toad, and the old ghost have already fought Wu Yong. If we fight again, I will have offended him twice. When the barbarians divide the territory, they will not let the beast barbarians have an easy time. "I, the old toad, and the old ghost have fought Wu Yong. Although the ghost barbarian fought hard, he didn't even use his life-saving technique..."

It would probably be difficult to win if we fight again.

What's more, there is no solution to that spiritual treasure!
Although He Manjun looked calm, he had actually already started to back down in his heart. As the only one among the three great barbarian kings who had fought with Wu Yong and escaped unscathed, many people still had hopeful eyes on him.

"Second Uncle, why don't we just retreat now?"

"The things happening here are really not something my Beast Barbarian Tribe should get involved in, but don't go the wrong way!"

Man Li frowned and stopped in front of He Man Jun to advise him.

The calculations behind this and the gap between the Barbarian Tribe and the Immortal Clan were all known to Guang Na after he entered the East China Sea. How could King Heman be so angry?

"Oh?"

Li, you are really my good nephew!

He Manjun stroked his beard with his left hand and looked at Wu Yong from afar, as if he was in deep thought.

"Okay! Manli, now that you have been resurrected, follow the Wu family."

"The ancestor will agree to your request and will not cause any more trouble here, saving you the embarrassment of your identity and preventing people from saying that the people of the Southern Territory are bullying the minority with their numbers."

"Go and release the white wolf, and I will lead the men back."

He Manjun swung his sleeves and his voice was as loud as a bell. He had white hair and beard and a childlike face, looking like a sage who had attained enlightenment. His words were full of dignity, which made people unconsciously intoxicated.

Just a sideways glance and when he saw Wu Yong's half-smile, He Manjun always felt a little less confident.

However, his expression remained unchanged, and he faced Wu Yong and nodded calmly.

Such a person, in the eyes of other cultivators, is truly regarded as a "famous cultivator".

Even Wu Yong was a little puzzled, and wondered if this old guy had some trump card?

"Humph! I lost this battle, but the matter of the Nightmare Barbarians is not over yet."

"Qing Chan and Bai He may be useless, but the Ghost Tribe will not give up so easily, Wu Yong!"

The Ghost Barbarian Ancestor glanced coldly at the Crane Barbarian King, made his intention clear to Wu Yong, and then turned and left.

Since that was the case, Wu Yong had no choice but to spread his hands and let him go.

Anyway, he only blocked a disaster for the Qiongming Lords. As for how they would move mountains and cross rivers and move away this blessed land after they captured the Nightmare Temple, no matter how the Ghost Barbarian Ancestor would try to stop them.

That has nothing to do with him!
Just at this time, the Qiong Ming masters had just finished offering sacrifices to that blessed land of starry sky and were able to return.

Wen Wuyong blocked the three kings and led his troops to help, but he happened to run into the Guiman King who had made harsh remarks.

"Does the Barbarian Lord really want to do this?"

When the Ghost Man turned around, a streak of white jade light crossed the mountain range and hit the top of his head. Ghost Man felt a chill in his heart and immediately raised the Fengdu Hundred Ghosts Map upwards. Hundreds of ghosts appeared, looking ferocious.

With one blow from the two, the Ghost Man King and the Ghost Man Lord of Fengdu Hundred Ghosts were thrown hundreds of feet away, and then fell into the lava that was hundreds of miles long.

"Hello, gentlemen!"

Two Taoist priests with golden crowns stood on the clouds, held up the blue-white jade ruyi in their hands, and bowed to the cultivators.

"The soft fingers are wrapped around the strong sword, and the green hair is holding the jade statue."

"Qiong Ming Daozi, sequence number six, Daoist Jin?"

He Manjun raised his eyebrows and cast his gaze towards the Taoist with the Golden Crown on the cloud.

Qiongming Wang, the contemporary Daoist, is the seventh in the sequence! This generation is limited to three hundred years, and the seven sequences have their own order. They are the length of the immortal career and the beginning of the primordial spirit.

Daozi is hiding among them, Qiongming, have you really become cruel?
"I, Wang Jin, bow my head!"

Taoist Wang Jin stood on the clouds, holding a magical treasure - the green jade ruyi in his palm. He bowed to all the cultivators in the field as the master, and gave orders in a soft voice, but was extremely firm.

"This princess of the Yanman tribe has already submitted her birthday invitation and entered my Qiongming sect. In a few days, she will take my ancestor as her master and be enrolled in the Langya Palace."

"If you have any objections, please think twice and don't speak nonsense!"

There is a deep meaning behind the fact that the Lord of the Wang Family ordered Wang Jin to help. Wang Jin, the sixth son of Qiong Ming, had also entered the fairyland, obtained the green jade ruyi, and had magical treasures to protect him.

With the combined efforts of him and Wu Yong, they have three magical treasures and are able to fight against the three barbarian kings of the Southern Region.

But above the principles of Taoism and law, Wu Yong is a man of high Taoism, while Wang Jin is a man of high law.

Wu Yong practiced the method hastily and achieved the highest level of Taoism, but in the end his method was still incomplete and his family knowledge was limited. He needed to spend time and effort to polish the method.

Wang Jin practiced the Yin-Yang Taoism intensively and obtained the transformation of the two yin and yang, but his foundation in Taoism was a little shallow. To master the Tao, he needed to build it up carefully before he could achieve the Tao.

At this moment, seeing that Wu Yong had fought for several rounds, the Green Toad fainted, and the Guiman was seriously injured, Taoist Wang Jin stood on the clouds, took the responsibility and wanted to take the opportunity to end the matter and prevent future troubles!
Unlike Wu Yong, he was born into a noble family and was fearless, but he really dared to take the life of a barbarian king at will.

A green jade ruyi hit Guimanjun on the head, knocking him down. Taoist Wang Jin looked around and finally made eye contact with Wu Yong, smiling and nodding.

As for the nun Wang Gui, who had just arrived late, she hurried to meet Wu Yong. Seeing that Wu Yong's magic power was seriously depleted, she quickly took out an elixir from the black jade gourd at her waist, held the pearl in both hands, and presented it to Wu Yong.

"Brother, please take this Purple Cloud Pill. It can relieve your injuries and fatigue and bring you some benefits."

Seeing this respectful look, Wu Yong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but the elixir was indeed a treasure.

He raised his hand to take the precious pill, then turned around and looked at the Ghost Barbarian King who stepped out from the lava mountain range.

His face was as pale as iron, with the Fengdu Hundred Ghosts Picture hanging above his head. There was a mournful and mute voice, and a mysterious aura hung in the air. The phantoms of the hundred ghosts broke free from the picture and started to confront Taoist Wang Jin again...

(End of this chapter)