Pure Yang!

Chapter 155: Transformation Moment! The 6-year-old Yuandan tastes average (k chapter)

If a dead tree can meet spring again, ice can also stop the flow of water. There is a mysterious art in Taoism, which can make you happy forever and restore your youth. The dream of returning to youth is endless, and the time to return to youth is over.

"Taoist magic, rejuvenation!"

It is said that this method can bring back the past years to the present, reverse the flow of time in the body, restore vitality, and make one look youthful, as if snatching time from heaven and returning to youth.

"Kill and turn into life, find life in death!?" Zhang Fan murmured softly as he looked at the young man in front of him who called himself Meng Qingtong.

The way to practice cultivation and become an immortal is indeed just one word: "reverse".

He had only seen records of such magical powers as rejuvenation in Taoist books. The human body was as stiff and decayed as a dead tree, but it could be revived in spring. This was a way to find life from death and reverse the course of events to life.

At that time, the human body seemed to have opened an unprecedented shackle, and all functions would undergo incredible leaps.

"The magical power of Taoism... it is truly the magical power of Taoism..."

He Ningyan gritted her teeth, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The magical powers of Taoism are a gift from heaven and cannot be acquired through practice. Just like the ancient legends and Taoist scriptures, each one has the ability to turn decay into magic, move mountains and fill rivers and seas.

Since Zhang Fan started practicing Taoism, apart from the [True Fire of Samadhi] that he had awakened, which he did not dare to abuse at will, he had only seen one other person possess the magical power of Taoism...

That is Wu Ma Wu Qilu's [The Transformation of All Things].

Apart from that, he had only heard that when Master Chaoran was young, he seemed to have awakened Taoist magical powers, and since then, there has been no one else like him.

"Director? Are you the director?"

At this moment, Liu Xingyu spoke, his eyes wide open, looking at the fair-skinned, young boy in front of him in disbelief.

This was completely different from the Meng Qingtong he saw every day.

The real Meng Qingtong is nearly sixty years old, a middle-aged man with a hunched body. He can retire and receive pension when he turns sixty-five.

but……

"You've been following me for so long, and you didn't recognize me?"

Meng Qingtong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his hand and stroked his thick black hair, and a different kind of light flashed in his eyes.

"What a vibrant life, worthy of being a Taoist magic power!"

As he spoke, Meng Qingtong's body rose and fell slightly, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter. There was a hint of pleasure and madness in his laughter...

"Someone like you can actually awaken the magical powers of Taoism." He Ningyan said in a deep voice.

Those who can awaken the magical powers of Taoism must be one in a million, chosen by heaven. Regardless of good or evil, they are guided by a ray of destiny in the dark, such as Chu Chaoran and Zhang Fan.

In contrast, Meng Qingtong, who is nearly 60 years old, has lived a mediocre life. There is almost nothing special about his life; it can even be described as mediocre.

It is incredible that such a person could actually awaken the magical powers of Taoism.

"Young man, you are right... The magical powers of Taoism can only be awakened if it is destined by heaven..." Meng Qingtong nodded.

"But what is destiny?"

"The key to spiritual practice is to go against the flow... Only those who can go against the flow and be in harmony with nature can no longer control their fate." A cold look flashed in Meng Qingtong's eyes.

"Even ordinary people can't do it, let alone monks?"

All rebellions lead to great success.

For example, ordinary people want to have a midnight snack at night. If they can go against their nature and suppress their appetite, they can stay healthy, light and free of disease.

For example, ordinary people become lazy when they study. If they can go against their nature, work hard and become knowledgeable, their destiny will be different.

……

The key for ordinary people to control their destiny lies in rebelling, rebelling against the bad habits in their nature. This process is naturally extremely painful, so this is the truth, but it is extremely difficult to actually do it.

It is so difficult for ordinary people to control their destiny, let alone those who practice Taoism?
That is the road to heaven, that is the way to become an immortal, that is the way to longevity…If you act in opposition, like going against the will of heaven, you will suffer countless disasters and be caught in the middle of life and death.

There are countless people who have sought immortality in the past, but how many of them have defied fate, achieved the Pure Yang Wuji, and ascended to heaven as immortals! ?
"The fate of most of us has already been determined. Even if we go against the grain and cultivate to become immortals, we are still but mayflies, born in the morning and dying in the evening, without any trace of destiny."

Meng Qingtong shook his head. He had practiced hard and meditated for half his life, but what had he gained in the end?
That illusory path to becoming an immortal, that pure yang that everyone in the world longs for... had long been destined to be out of his reach.

but……

"It's different now. I hold the key to unlock the shackles of fate."

The corners of Meng Qingtong's mouth slightly raised, and a cold wind suddenly arose, blowing his scattered black hair. A strange breath fell from his body like a waterfall, instantly filling the empty hall.

"You really stole the Three Corpses Yuandan!" He Ningyan's face turned pale and her eyes were extremely alert.

She vaguely guessed that the reason why Meng Qingtong was able to have such good fortune and awaken the Taoist magical powers was because he had the help of the power of the [Three Corpses Yuandan].

This thing has been revived in his hands with the help of his soul.

At this moment, Meng Qingtong became extremely dangerous in He Ningyan's eyes.

"curator……"

"Don't go there!"

Liu Xingyu took a step forward subconsciously and was stopped by Liu Xingchui. The latter's eyes were fixed and full of vigilance.

"Um!?"

Meng Qingtong raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Liu Xingchui with interest.

"You two brothers, the younger one is as swift as fire, and the older one is as gloomy as water. The more critical the situation, the more calm Liu is."

As he spoke, a hint of admiration appeared in Meng Qingtong's eyes.

"Director, the people from the Dao League said that you... took the wrong path."

Liu Xingchui glanced at He Ningyan out of the corner of his eye, but his mind was still focused on Meng Qingtong.

"If that's the case, your perverse actions have put us in a passive position."

"Oh? Are you trying to draw a line between you and me?"

Meng Qingtong smiled, his lips slightly raised, his cold eyes cast on Liu Xingchui's clenched hands.

"Are you going to fight me!?"

call……

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew past, everyone's faces changed suddenly, and Meng Qingtong disappeared from their sight.

"I'll teach you how to prove your innocence!"

Suddenly, cold words rang in Liu Xingchui's ears. His eyes trembled violently. He didn't know when Meng Qingtong had appeared between the two brothers, and his broad big hands covered Liu Xingyu.

"The Crimson Palace Fire!"

Liu Xingyu formed seals with his hands, his chest heaving violently, and he exhaled suddenly, which turned in the air and turned into a burning real fire, which was raging and pressing towards Meng Qingtong.

hum.

Meng Qingtong grabbed the [Crimson Palace True Fire] in his hand with a backhand move. He could hear the sound of blood gushing out, and the ball of true fire was actually crushed by him.

"you……"

Liu Xingyu's face changed suddenly. He never expected that Meng Qingtong, who had [Rejuvenation], was so powerful that he could break his [Jiang Palace Fire] with his bare hands. The falling palm was like a death warrant and it was in front of his face in a blink of an eye.

"One inch of fire!"

At this moment, Liu Xingchui came from behind, with his index finger raised, and a flame flickered, as small as an inch and as mysterious as a bright lamp, illuminating the dark hall. The horrifying atmosphere made the surrounding air distorted.

"Taoist fire technique."

Ding Fire is a kind of fire therapy in Taoism. In the sky it is stars and on the ground it is lamps. Although the lamps have flames, their light is not visible, but they can illuminate thousands of evil spirits.

hum...

Liu Xingchui's mind suddenly moved, and he used his killing method. The inch-long fire on his fingertips pointed directly at the back of Meng Qingtong's head. The terrifying power illuminated the blood vessels and even his internal organs under his skin, making them clearly visible.

When the sun meets, it steals the light, and when the time is right, it can forge thousands of iron nails.

This method alone is much more powerful than his brother's [Crimson Palace Fire].

"How can Ding Fire flourish without Jia and Yi Wood?!"

Meng Qingtong seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He didn't even bother to look. Suddenly, his head of black hair stood up suddenly, causing a strong gust of wind, and the sound of hair breaking through the air pierced his eardrums.

Liu Xingchui's face changed suddenly, and before he could react, the little bit of fire at his fingertips was extinguished by the violent gust of wind. His whole body lost balance in an instant, and his flying black hair stabbed towards his chest like steel needles.

hum...

Almost at the same time, a terrifying knife light suddenly appeared above Meng Qingtong, looking ominous and powerful, and it cut straight onto the top of his head.

"Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blades!?"

Meng Qingtong sneered, he raised his head suddenly, exhaled a breath of foul air, and in a flash, it was like a burst of sword energy, colliding with the [Three Yin Demon-Slaying Sword]. The violent sound was like a silver bottle breaking, and the two sword lights were annihilated in an instant.

hum...

Amidst the dust and light, He Ningyan did not retreat and attacked again. At this moment, she completely displayed the horror of the [High-level] level. After the [Three Yin Demon-Slaying Sword] was destroyed, her soul revived and she cast spells again. There seemed to be spiritual light gushing out of her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and finally gathered between her two fingers.

"The Three Emperors' [Spirit Summoning Method]?" Meng Qingtong narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Three Emperors summoned the spirits, and it was as if the gods and ghosts had blessings on them, so they were invincible and could ward off evil.

"Soul Burial and God Locking!"

He Ningyan attacked with a force as powerful as thunder and a speed as fast as lightning. Her two fingers circled around the spiritual light and pointed directly at Meng Qingtong's forehead.

Once this method is used, it can lock up the soul and imprison all Taoist methods. It is the killer move of the Three Emperors Sect.

boom……

With a loud bang, He Ningyan's two fingers fell directly on Meng Qingtong's forehead. The terrifying force crushed the floor under the latter's feet, causing it to explode and splash. The diffuse smoke and dust submerged the figures of the two.

"He Ningyan... She is worthy of being Ma Buting's senior sister. This woman is really scary." Sui Chunsheng looked solemn.

The two Liu brothers attacked one after another. He Ningyan seized the fleeting opportunity and used the [Three Yin Demon-Slaying Knife] to clear a path. She attacked again and again, and then she used the [Soul Burial Locking God] to seal Meng Qingtong to death.

Timing, cultivation, experience, courage... all are first-class. Otherwise, it would be difficult to achieve this miraculous feat and suppress Meng Qingtong who is in the state of [Rejuvenation].

"A good young man from the Three Emperors sect... I didn't expect that this sect is still alive and well."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the thick smoke and dust.

Everyone's faces suddenly changed. Looking up, they saw Meng Qingtong slowly walking towards them from the scattered smoke and dust, holding the dying He Ningyan in his hands. Her lower abdomen seemed to be pierced by a sharp blade, and blood was splattered all over the ground. The large intestine, small intestine, and thirteen intestines were all leaking out...

"He...he was even fine after being locked up by the God?"

The Liu brothers looked at each other, unable to believe their eyes.

"you……"

He Ningyan opened her eyes with difficulty, as if she wanted to say something, but when the words reached her lips, Meng Qingtong casually tossed them away like garbage.

"That's enough. It's time to eat. Who will go first?"

Meng Qingtong swept his cold gaze across everyone's faces. To him, the soul of every person here was a rare delicacy and would be of great benefit to his practice.

Because of this, he avoided He Ningyan's vital points and did not kill her. After all, fresh ingredients are the most delicious.

"It's over."

The Liu brothers looked at each other and saw a hint of despair in each other's eyes.

At this time, Meng Qingtong was reborn, incredibly powerful and simply invincible.

"My mother said that eating randomly can kill people." At this moment, a contemptuous voice sounded in the empty hall.

Under the astonished gazes, Zhang Fan slowly walked out.

"Young man, you are really patient. You have been watching from the side for a long time." Meng Qingtong stared at Zhang Fan and said coldly.

Just now, although he was fighting with the Liu brothers and He Ningyan, most of his attention was on Zhang Fan.

Because among these people, only Zhang Fan could see through his trick.

But this young man was too patient. Even though so many people took the initiative to take action, waded through the river to explore the way for him, and verify the truth, he was still able to hold back from taking action. Even when he deliberately revealed his flaws several times, he did not make them tempted.

Such thoughts are frightening.

"Don't you care about their life or death?" Meng Qingtong sneered.

"Tao follows nature, there is no good or evil. I save them and it is also Tao if I don't save them..."

Zhang Fan spread his hands, stretched his legs, and moved his wrists, as if he was warming up.

"He...what is he doing?"

The Liu brothers looked at each other, and even the dying He Ningyan had a strange expression.

Meng Qingtong is now incredibly powerful. It would be fine if he didn't run away, but why is he doing aerobics here?
"You want to save them?" Meng Qingtong raised the corners of his mouth slightly and chuckled.

"Not to save them, but to kill you."

hum...

Just as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan, who was still stretching his legs, was ejected with a "bang" like a cannonball. The place where he had just stood exploded suddenly, leaving a deep pit.

The diffuse smoke and dust rolled wildly along with his figure...

"So fast!"

boom……

A heavy punch broke through the gusting wind and slammed into Meng Qingtong's face. The latter sneered, stood still, and just stretched out one hand to block Zhang Fan's fist.

Rumble…

A huge strange force spread under the feet of the two people, causing the floor to crack inch by inch.

"It's useless. You saw it just now." Meng Qingtong looked indifferent, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Fire Dragon Pill Sword!"

Zhang Fan looked at Meng Qingtong with indifference, slightly opened his lips and uttered four words.

Meng Qingtong's face changed slightly when he heard this, but before he could react...

hum...

The arm that held Zhang Fan's fist turned black and cracked, like a dry earth. Red light shone through the cracks, and the flowing blood evaporated completely under such high temperature.

"The fire without form!?"

This scene made everyone open their eyes wide and stunned.

At that moment just now, they seemed to have seen the true appearance of the [Fire Dragon Pill Sword], which was an invisible true fire that even the soul could not glimpse...

The most terrifying thing is that the nearly invincible Meng Qingtong was completely unscathed under the combined attack of the three masters, but at this moment, his defense was broken! ?
"what happened?"

boom……

The loud noise brought everyone back to their senses. Meng Qingtong's left arm suddenly exploded, and broken dust scattered all over. The huge force bounced him out, creating a distance between him and Zhang Fan.

"Little devil, you actually..."

Meng Qingtong stared at Zhang Fan intently, with a hint of disbelief on his ferocious face.

"Wheel conversion mechanism..." Zhang Fan looked at the other party indifferently and only uttered four words.

As soon as these words came out, Meng Qingtong's face trembled violently.

It is said in Taoist books that as spring goes and autumn comes, plants and trees grow and die, just like the rotation of a wheel, bringing life and vitality to the world.

In spring, everything is full of vitality and grass grows. When winter comes, all things die and the grass withers. In this way, spring goes and autumn comes, like a turning wheel.

The ability to rejuvenate is this transformation machine. All magical powers, when applied to him, will disappear in an instant along with the metabolism of the vitality in his body. Naturally, they cannot hurt him in the slightest.

The Fire Dragon Pill Sword, a formless fire with infinite power, is naturally unaffected by the [wheel of transformation mechanism].

"Zhang Fan..."

The Liu brothers looked at each other, and even He Ningyan's eyes trembled unnaturally.

Just now, in a split second, this man was able to see through Meng Qingtong's strengths and used fire magic to break his magical powers.

Such vision, such scheming, such strength...

"He is very dangerous." Liu Xingchui's eyes narrowed and he murmured softly.

"Good young man, you are indeed very special."

Meng Qingtong licked the corner of his mouth, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face.

hum...

The scattered ashes slowly gathered at Meng Qingtong's broken arm, and unexpectedly formed a black arm. Then, a ray of vitality was injected, and like a wheel stopped turning, the charred surface slowly fell off, and the sound of blood flowing echoed in everyone's ears...

The new arm is as lively as before.

"This……"

Such an incredible scene was seen by everyone, making their scalps tingle.

Even if a cultivator reaches the level of "High Achievement", it is impossible for him to have the good fortune to regenerate severed limbs.

"Is this the magical power of Taoism? Rejuvenation, reincarnation!"

Everyone looked unhappy, but they felt infinite awe for Meng Qingtong in their hearts.

This man, having awakened his magical powers, seemed invincible.

"Try again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Qingtong appeared in front of Zhang Fan. His speed was even faster than before, and his broad palm covered Zhang Fan's head.

hum...

At this moment, a wisp of nameless fire vibrated up, like the roar of a dragon or the sound of a sword, and the terrifying power burned the surrounding ground into a charred black like a prison.

boom……

A huge force was steaming between Zhang Fan and Meng Qingtong. In the eyes of everyone, the air where they stood was distorted like a steamer.

That formless fire was so domineering that it had no limits.

However, this time, Meng Qingtong stood still. His body became more and more crystal clear, and the blood flow under his skin became faster and faster, like the beating of drums, deafening, and his thick black hair spread out like a waterfall.

"He is full of vitality. His vitality is even more terrifying than before."

“This is true rejuvenation.”

Everyone felt a sense of despair, which was the breath of failure.

Meng Qingtong is simply a monster.

"You haven't even entered the high level yet, and you dare to act so presumptuous in front of me?"

Meng Qingtong sneered. He was absolutely confident in his own strength and did not take Zhang Fan seriously at all. He put his fingers together and pointed the sword directly at Zhang Fan's forehead.

"As if it is still, the mighty spirit will suppress the demon!"

At this moment, Zhang Fan formed seals with his hands, and a beam of fire shot up into the sky. There was no form or appearance, and the sword roared like a dragon. In the red chaos, there were flickering golden lights, like the immortal spirit, or the light that could suppress demons.

"Then...what is that?"

Such a shocking scene seemed to capture everyone's attention.

In the red chaos, there seemed to be some golden light flickering, like the immortal spirit, like the light that could suppress demons. A real fire turned into a sword and rose in Zhang Fan's palm.

At this moment, everyone saw what the real [Fire Dragon Pill Sword] was.

The three treasures suddenly separated from the essence, and the madness arose to stimulate the fire dragon. Now with the pure yang to sacrifice the true meaning, the elixir gave birth to the mysterious fire dragon sword.

This is the Pure Yang Dharma, the Fire Dragon Pill Sword, the Fire Dragon Pill Sword that is blessed by the [Mighty Spiritual Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal].

"Zhang Fan... This is Zhang Fan..."

He Ningyan's beautiful eyes trembled. The Zhang Fan she saw at this moment was completely different from the Zhang Fan she heard from Ma Buting.

This man was so scary that she shuddered.

Rumble…

The dragon roared, the sword rang into the sky, and the terrible flames broke through Meng Qingtong's body, extinguishing his life.

His torso jerked away, exposing his beating heart to the air.

"That is……"

"Three Corpse Yuandan!?"

In the beating heart, there was actually a tile embedded with strange runes engraved on it. Fresh blood gathered in the heart and was purified and absorbed by it.

"Little devil, you are courting death yourself, so you can't blame others."

Meng Qingtong's distorted face showed a strong murderous intent

At this moment, he used his primordial spirit to activate the [Three Corpses Yuandan]. This thing was his greatest reliance. If it was fed with his primordial spirit, it would continue to grow stronger. If he could find other scattered [Three Corpses Yuandan] and devour and fuse them, it would be possible for it to transform into a new Three Corpses Yuanshen.

"Sacrifice your soul!" Meng Qingtong said frantically.

hum...

At the beating heart, the strange tile emitted waves of gray air, which went straight into Zhang Fan's brow...

This is the true appearance of [Three Corpses Yuandan].

In an instant, Zhang Fan's soul was shaken. He felt a gray air flow descending into his soul, like a cage, covering his soul. The world was vast and boundless, and there was no place for him to escape.

"This is the power of the Three Corpses Yuandan. It is born with power over the soul..." There seemed to be a voice calling out in Zhang Fan's heart.

"Little boy, your life is over." Meng Qingtong's voice echoed in Zhang Fan's ears, filled with deep sarcasm.

hum...

The gray air seemed to boil and swept towards Zhang Fan's soul.

"The thirty-five-year-old Yuandan tastes average, average..."

At this moment, a mysterious sigh came from the deepest part of the interior.

At this moment, the world was quiet, as if everything had stopped.

"dinner time!!!"

The mysterious voice sounded again, accompanied by the clash of heavy chains.

(End of this chapter)