From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 385: Crossing the Ban
Baiyunqianshan Square

"Fuck it, I won't go down the mountain! Fortune and wealth are sought in danger, and those are six spiritual plants! I just drank a little blood of that beast, and I am not the real creditor!"

Liu Ming was filled with resentment. Since the death of the Venerable, the power of the Liu sect has been declining. Those six spiritual plants were all the emerging spiritual plants controlled by the Liu sect. It was a painful thing for Liu Ming!

For fear that others would notice something, he did not dare to take all by himself, and distributed the spiritual plants to Wang Shuhuan and others.

After constantly cheering himself up and hesitating for a long time, Liu Ming still mingled among the disciples and hurried to the square with his head down.

When they arrived at the square, Liu Ming did not dare to say anything. He ignored the calls of Yang Jiaqi and Chen Li, found his seat silently, and sat down cross-legged.

Feeling guilty, Liu Ming did not dare to look up until all the disciples were present. Then he secretly raised his eyes and glanced forward.

This sight immediately made him feel scared to death. He saw that the little boy in the front of the mat had turned his head at some point and was staring at him with a frown without blinking.

At this moment, Liu Ming had already figured out how to fight his way down the mountain.

"Ling'er, what are you looking at?"

Yubao sat at the front of the nine hundred disciples. Seeing the expression on Li Linger's face, he asked curiously,

"I don't know either. I just suddenly felt uneasy."

Li Ling'er turned around and spoke in confusion.

What he didn't explain to Yubao was that just now, an indescribable murderous intent and hatred suddenly rose in his heart, which was several times stronger than when he faced the guy named "Zheng Gang".

"Forget it, the True Lord told me to cultivate my character and not to have any murderous thoughts."

Suppressing the strong discomfort in her heart, Li Ling'er just forced a smile towards Yubao.
"I am okay."

Little Zhuoma over there saw Sister Yubao treating Li Linger so gently, she just pouted and glanced away angrily.

Humph, what's going on! How come there's another child? Isn't it just me? I heard the name was chosen by Da Guo!

Liu Ming, who was standing behind him, saw Li Ling'er turn her head away, and his tense mood finally relaxed.
Are you kidding? Not to mention that I had dispersed all my cultivation before coming here, even if I hadn’t, I would not have been able to escape from Baiyun Mountain!

After observing people's expressions for a long time and making sure that Taoist Master Yubao and Zhu Ling in front of him had no intention of drawing their swords to attack him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When he came to his senses, Liu Ming found that he was covered in cold sweat, and his blue Baiyun Taoist robe was also wet with sweat and stuck to his body.

"The time has come! Presenting this to the Three Pure Ones, disciple Li Yang will officially teach the Dao today!"

With a loud bang, a misty and solemn sound came from the back mountain.
Following closely behind, two tall shadows, one blue and one white, rose from the back mountain and slowly landed on the high platform of Baiyun Square under the watchful eyes of everyone.
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Huna Bay Harbor, Iceland, Europe.

It was the polar night, and there was no difference between morning and night at the Huna Bay port near the North Pole. There were aurora, black sand beaches, blue ice caves, ice caps, glaciers...all that could be seen in all directions were either the endless black sea or endless icebergs and snow-capped mountains.

Above the sea, a mountain-like island floats, becoming blurred, appearing and disappearing, like a ghost, drifting without purpose or direction.

On the template of the bay port, dozens of shamans covered in animal furs held torches and formed a circle in the direction of the ghost island, chanting and dancing in extremely strange steps. The symbols painted with animal blood on their faces reflected strange light under the illumination of the torches.

Looking out in the distance, in the sea ahead, amidst the confusion of water and sky, following the strange behavior of these shaman priests, the ghost island that looked like a small mountain seemed to be inexplicably pulled and slowly moved towards the harbor. The island came over the waves with overwhelming momentum, colliding with the icebergs along the way, making a rumbling sound.

"I'm coming!"

The leader of the shamans was a white-haired old man whose robes were made entirely of bird feathers. He seemed to see the island approaching in the darkness, and he made strange cries and danced a weird dance, like a giant bird flapping its wings.

"It's coming! Quick, bring the blood animal up!"

Following the old man's order, dozens of priests quickly came up with several tightly bound humans in their hands.
These tightly bound humans were wearing clothes from various countries. They were originally tourists visiting Iceland, but now their hands and feet were tied up like livestock, and they made whimpering sounds through their mouths stuffed with cloth strips. Some of them even had wet and yellow genitals with a foul smell.

"Feast!"

Following the old man's order and prayer, the throats of these bound humans were cut. The spurting hot blood slowly gathered in the grooves on the wooden board, slowly forming a scarlet spider pattern.

As the spider totem was completely gathered, under the chanting of the shaman holding a torch, the huge door with dark patterns on the ghost island rumbled and slowly opened a barely perceptible gap.

Behind the gap was an indescribable fog and several indescribable tall figures with blurred features, as if they had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Their every move was filled with infinite power that covered the sky and the sun.

They advanced towards the stone gate in the fog, and seemed to be roaring and struggling to cross. Their bodies were emitting a strange light, and the energy that escaped made the polar bears, ice geese, and strange birds and beasts on the ice field suddenly roar and howl in a loud and desolate voice.

"Dangdang!"

"Dangdang!"

The stone gate continued to tremble, resisting the terrifying aura from the other world. It tried to close, emitting a dim black light.

The gap continued to shrink, and the existence behind the portal seemed to sense something. The aura on its body became more and more crazy. Finally, before the stone door was completely closed, a cold wind blew in from the other world through the gap.

The sea surface was dead silent again, the solid island slowly faded away, and it floated towards the depths of the ocean like a ghost, carrying the ancient and huge stone gate.

The gloomy wind seemed to condense into substance, floating continuously on the sea.

At the Huna Bay port, the chanting of the shamans became more and more rapid, like a signal. The gloomy wind swirled on the sea for a long time and blew towards the harbor. The air was so gloomy that it seemed as if there were mournful cries of ghosts and gods.

After circling for a while, the cold wind suddenly blew down from the top of a shaman's head, passing through his internal organs, meridians and acupoints. The shaman rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth, then fell straight to the ground.

The companions around him were not shocked at all. Instead, they knelt down devoutly in front of the shaman who had suffered a stroke.

After a long time, when the shaman stood up again, there was no trace of black pupil in his eyes anymore, and all he saw was white, with blood gushing out of his seven orifices.

As if unable to withstand such a powerful force, the shaman's skin was cracking bit by bit.
He looked at Moye, who was kneeling and trembling on the ground. His white pupils made him look like a god high above.

"The power I gained from crossing the forbidden barrier won't last long."

"You go to the east, to the country called Ming Dynasty, and find a man called Venerable. He will tell you how to guide us..."

(End of this chapter)