Pure Yang!

Chapter 227: Taoist magic power, colorful feathered clothes! Human figure appears

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

People who ate this winter pot meal felt hot all over. After three cups of grain, the blood in their bodies seemed to become boiling hot.

Under the influence of alcohol, Li Yishan told Zhang Fan everything about his situation.

According to his own words, everything was normal except for the abnormal times.

Li Yishan was unwilling to waste his words on this topic, and Zhang Fan would not ask any further questions.

"I'll get off right here."

A beam of car lights illuminated the quiet alley. Cars could not drive in, so just walk to the end and turn a corner to reach Hongfu Garden.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening. Zhang Fan knew Li Yishan's habits. Normally, he should go to bed at this time.

"Then I'll go first." Li Yishan held the steering wheel and said hello.

"Drive slowly on the road."

Zhang Fan watched Li Yishan drive away slowly. The originally bright alley became dim again. The old street lamps next to it crackled and the dim light flickered.

The atmosphere was so intense that usually at this time of day there wouldn't be a single soul in the alley.

Zhang Fan turned around and walked towards Hongfu Garden.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

At this moment, a sound of slow footsteps came from deep in the narrow alley.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw a long shadow slowly walking towards him under the dim light. The figure was graceful and the eyes were bright, blocking his only way.

"Today is the winter solstice, the yang is revived and all things are about to flourish. It is really a special day." The visitor whispered, revealing his awe for the heaven and earth and his appreciation for the passing of time.

"Meng Qinghuan!?"

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed, and he recognized him.

He had met this gifted girl from Shangjing once.

"Fellow Daoist, do you have something to talk to me about?" Zhang Fan asked in a deep voice.

"Winter Solstice, when yin reaches its peak and yang begins to rise, is a great day when heaven and earth change. This day is also the birthday of Yuanshi Tianzun."

Meng Qinghuan walked closer and closer. She did not answer Zhang Fan's question, but spoke to herself instead.

"Yuanshi means the innate energy. It is said that anyone who comprehends the Pure Yang Wuji realm can go straight to Yujing and see Yuanshi Tianzun."

"Do you think Chao Ran Zhenren has seen Yuan Shi Tian Zun?"

"Huh!?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, looking solemn.

The gods in Taoism are both the gods in the traditional sense and not the gods that are well-known.

The gods are within the human body. Just as Buddhism says, everyone can become a Buddha, and the Buddha is within oneself.

Yuanshi Tianzun is the highest god in Taoism. He sits on Yujing and creates billions of gods.

If there is anyone in this world who can really see Yuanshi Tianzun, it can only be in the realm of pure yang and infinity.

"What do you want to say?" Zhang Fan went straight to the point, knowing that the visitor was not well-intentioned.

"There are rumors outside that you are a disciple of Master Chaoran. I want to see if you can bear such rumors."

Ten steps away, Meng Qinghuan stopped.

At this moment, Zhang Fan saw her face clearly. There was a different kind of light in her bright eyes, which were full of fighting spirit and burning like fire.

"You want to fight with me?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Meng Qinghuan. He clearly sensed that at the end of the alley, there was a tall figure swaying, with a lingering aura, and it was a genuine Xuanmen.

"Did those two people from Qingcheng Mountain invite you here?" Zhang Fan was so smart that he guessed 70% of it from just a few clues.

"The ten great sects are of the same blood and have always valued peace. If you don't want to fight, I won't make things difficult for you..." Meng Qinghuan whispered in a low voice.

"If you return the [Black Umbrella Sword], this matter will be settled. As for the grudge between you two, I will no longer interfere."

Meng Qinghuan only agreed to help Xu Qinglai deal with Zhang Fan with the purpose of taking back the [Black Umbrella Sword]. As for what method to use and what scale to achieve, the initiative was naturally in Meng Qinghuan's hands.

She came late at night, taking the lead with her aura, which was so great that it filled all directions. She wanted to use her momentum to overwhelm Zhang Fan and make him bow down.

"You won't embarrass me?" Zhang Fan smiled: "What qualifications do you have to embarrass me?"

"I took that treasure by my own ability. If they want it, they can take it back by their own ability."

"So you won't listen to my advice?" Meng Qinghuan's eyes darkened slightly, revealing a hint of coldness.

"I don't even listen to my dad." Zhang Fan said lightly.

"First the courtesy, then the force. I have given face to Zhenwu Mountain." Meng Qinghuan said calmly.

Rumble…

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying aura rose into the sky.

In an instant, even Xu Qinglai and Lan Tingzhu, who were far away at the alley entrance, suddenly changed their expressions.

In their eyes, the deep alley became extremely unstable, as if it was shaking, twisting, and collapsing...

Even though they were at such a long distance, the pressure that seemed to come from instinct made their souls tremble and difficult to communicate.

Moreover, the terrifying pressure was layered on top of each other, like huge waves, constantly coming, as if to drag their souls into endless fear and trap them in the dark night.

"Is this the realm of the Great Master? The light of the primordial spirit is simply a crushing blow to ordinary cultivators..." There seemed to be a voice roaring in Xu Qinglai's heart.

In the Bodhisattva realm, the soul is naturally radiant, just like the enchantment of a sword in a game. It is almost a dimensionality reduction crushing for other souls. The closer they are, the greater the pressure becomes. Not to mention taking action, even the soul cannot function.

“Great Master… I don’t know if I can ever reach such a state in this lifetime.”

Lan Tingzhu raised his head with difficulty and looked into the deep alley.

Meng Qinghuan stood there, motionless, but her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of light, as soft as the bright moon, which made people feel like worshipping her.

Even at such a distance, their feelings were so strong. Zhang Fan, who was only ten steps away, could imagine how they felt.

If he wasn't a high-level practitioner, his soul would have collapsed at that very moment.

"I'll give you one last chance." Meng Qinghuan showed mercy.

“Is this the Great Master?”

At this moment, Zhang Fan's voice sounded faintly in the dark alley.

Under such pressure, he could still speak.

Meng Qinghuan raised her eyelids slightly, revealing a look of surprise.

"It's really fascinating." Zhang Fan sighed.

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, his soul suddenly left his body, and the pressure like a raging sea tore through layer by layer, and a huge and mysterious aura instantly spread.

"This...how is this possible?"

"His soul actually ignored Meng Qinghuan's pressure!?"

At this moment, Xu Qinglai and Lan Tingzhu's faces suddenly changed. They could not believe what was happening before their eyes.

In their dazed eyes, Zhang Fan's soul was extremely strange. A mist surged around him, and it was dark and misty, like the vast night sky, revealing a strong sense of ominousness. In the vague wriggling, it actually faintly oppressed Meng Qinghuan's soul light.

At this moment, they couldn't even see the appearance of Zhang Fan's soul.

hum...

Almost at the same time, Meng Qinghuan quickly retreated with fear in her eyes. She was not injured, but it was an instinctive reaction.

The soul in the dark fog made her feel unprecedented discomfort.

"You are just a high-level practitioner, but you can actually resist my spiritual light?"

Meng Qinghuan looked at Zhang Fan in disbelief, and a solemn look finally appeared in his eyes.

At this point, she had to face Zhang Fan squarely. In Meng Qinghuan's eyes, the rumors from the outside world finally had some truth in them.

It may not be without cause.

Rumble…

At this moment, Zhang Fan took a step forward, his chest heaving violently, a breath gushed out, mysterious changes occurred, and he actually stimulated true fire, illuminating the dark night.

Then, a beam of fire turned into a sword and was controlled in his palm.

He used the [Fire Dragon Pill Sword] and summoned the [Big Flame Sabre]. The flickering flames were powerful, and the sound of sword fighting broke through the darkness.

This preemptive move made Meng Qinghuan change color slightly. Ever since Zhang Fan upgraded the [Fire Dragon Pill Sword] to the Great Perfection Method, he has comprehended many moves, each with its own mysteries.

For example, the [Five Dragon Body] is entangled with five fires and has exclusive power.

Another example is the [Seven Killing Seal], which has the mysterious power of sealing with talismans.

The Great Flame Blade is known for its killing power and is extremely ferocious.

On that day, Zhang Fan used this move to break the invisible sword energy of Xu Qinglai's [Black Sword Umbrella].

"This move again..."

At the entrance of the alley, Xu Qinglai saw it, and the memories of the past came to her like a nightmare, making her feel itchy.

He knew that this move was powerful and couldn't help but look at Meng Qinghuan. The latter only took three steps back and then stopped suddenly, with no trace of emotion on her pretty face.

The next moment, Meng Qinghuan pulled off the gourd from his waist, raised his head and took a sip.

Then, she formed seals with her hands and exhaled, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

Wow…

A mouthful of wine spurted out, and it turned into something when it met the wind. In the blink of an eye, it came like a heavy rain, splashing towards the big flaming sword.

In an instant, a white mist rose between the fire and the wine. The aroma of the wine became stronger, but the fire of the big flaming sword gradually dimmed.

"Qiyun Mountain's [Wine Rain Technique]!" Zhang Fan's eyes darkened slightly.

He had heard that there was a technique to bring about rain in Mount Qiyun, called the "Wine Rain Method," which could turn a sip of secret wine into sweet rain to extinguish a fire.

In the past, I had only seen various legends about this method in the [Taoist Secret Records]. When I saw it today, I found it to be truly magical.

"Only if you can obtain the pure Yang intention can you activate the fire dragon..."

"What a great fire technique! No wonder you were trained in Zhenwu Mountain." Meng Qinghuan was calm and composed, but there was admiration in his eyes.

"I also have a fire technique, you can come and see it too."

At this moment, Meng Qinghuan changed the subject, the seals in her hands changed, she stepped on the Tiangang, and muttered something.

"The innate commander, the One-Qi God. He soars through the clouds and commands thunder. His light shines across the four seas, he kills the evil and destroys the sect. His divine power is so powerful that all the ghosts disappear into the sky..."

The mysterious sound is faint and echoes in the long and cold night.

Suddenly, a ray of fire appeared and slowly rose from behind Meng Qinghuan. In the dazzling red light, there were even bursts of thunder, flashing and rumbling.

"This is……"

"Thunder and Fire Technique! Wang Lingguan's Thunder and Fire Technique!?"

At the entrance of the alley, Xu Qinglai and Lan Tingzhu looked at each other, unable to hide the awe on their faces.

The Thunder and Fire Method is a secret teaching of the Xuan Sect of Taoism, with Wang Lingguan as the main deity. He has both the power of fire and the vastness of thunder.

It should be known that Wang Lingguan is the Taoist guardian deity and there must be incense and offerings in front of the gates of all Taoist temples.

Therefore, there is a saying that goes, "Whether you go up the mountain or not, you must first worship Wang Lingguan."

Rumble…

When Meng Qinghuan's true fire was formed, the red divine light turned into a sea of ​​fire, the endless thunder showed its power, and the air around him was crackling.

The narrow alley could no longer withstand such power, and cracks appeared on the walls.

"As expected of a disciple of Qiyun Mountain."

Zhang Fan's eyes were fixed as if they were a line, and he also felt a little pressure.

The Bodhisattva's primordial spirit gave off sexual light. Although his primordial spirit was not suppressed, it was still under considerable pressure. Coupled with the great power of his thunder and fire magic, he was already showing signs of great success.

"If you have any other means, don't be reluctant to use them." Meng Qinghuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Rumble…

In a flash, she was within ten steps of Zhang Fan.

The surging [Thunder True Fire] suddenly came, the fire was blazing, the thunder was shaking, and the terrifying power completely blocked Zhang Fan's retreat.

"Bahuang Fire Dragon!"

Almost at the same time, eight flames shot up into the sky, as if madness had given birth to an extremely violent riot.

This move is infinitely close to the full power of the [Fire Dragon Pill Sword], and it is also a killing move that Zhang Fan can use without thinking in an instant.

Rumble…

The blazing flames illuminated the vast night sky. Eight fire dragons roared fiercely and entangled with each other, as if huge stars were cutting through a long air conditioner and crashed into Meng Qinghuan. The terrifying force directly collapsed the walls on both sides of the alley, exposing the garbage dump next to it.

bang bang bang...

A few loud bangs were heard, and the thunder and true fire were like a revived ferocious beast. The thunder was like sharp claws, and the true fire was like fangs, which actually tore apart the red light condensed by the [Eight Desolate Fire Dragon].

"It's broken!" Xu Qing came, and Lan Tingzhu was overjoyed.

Rumble…

The true fire of thunder surged in, like a raging ocean, covering Zhang Fan from head to toe.

"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover!"

At this moment, in that subtle gap, Zhang Fan finally used his killer move.

Nine fire dragons shot up into the sky, entwining and intertwining with each other, like a huge cover that blocked all directions and isolated the ten lands, actually covering Meng Qinghuan and the Thunder True Fire together.

In an instant, the high temperature and high pressure released by the nine fire dragons pressed inwards, and the thunder and lightning shook, and it actually collapsed in an instant, and the real fire that seemed like sharp claws was also twisted and deformed.

"This... this... what kind of fire technique is this?" Xu Qinglai's face suddenly changed.

In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed and Meng Qinghuan became a turtle in a jar.

"Fire magic mastered!?"

Meng Qinghuan looked at the nine barriers formed by fire dragons, feeling the rapidly rising temperature and high pressure around him, and finally revealed a hint of fear in his eyes as he looked at Zhang Fan.

"I now kind of believe that you are the disciple of Chaoran Zhenren. A mere high-level master like you has forced me to this point." Meng Qinghuan sighed.

"If you have any other tricks, please don't be reluctant to use them." Zhang Fan had a blank expression on his face and returned Meng Qinghuan's teasing exactly as it was.

Then, his mind moved, and the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover came together to kill. The terrifying flames formed high pressure and completely pressed down on Meng Qinghuan.

"Rainbow Feathered Robe!"

Suddenly, a long voice came from the blazing fire.

The next moment, the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, which displayed supreme ferocity, suddenly collapsed bit by bit, and the raging flames gradually dissipated into nothingness.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and looked intently, then saw Meng Qinghuan slowly walking out from the remaining firelight. Her body was filled with a strange mist and a mesmerizing glow.

The mist was like her dress, swaying with her every move.

In this cloud, she actually slowly felt herself floating in the air, with her feet leaving the ground.

"Taoist magical powers!?" Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Meng Qinghuan is not only a disciple of Qiyunshan, but also a member of the Divine Power Association.

The magical power she awakened is called [Rainbow Feathered Robe]. With this magical power, she can not only defend against all kinds of attacks, but can even fly into the air.

"Standing on the ground, we are still mortals after all."

Although Meng Qinghuan was only three inches off the ground, it felt as if there was a world of separation between them. She looked at Zhang Fan with pity, as if she were a different kind of creature.

"it's over!!"

Meng Qinghuan ruthlessly announced the end. The mist was hazy, like a colorful feathered dress, presenting an enchanting dream.

"Magic power? I really don't want to use it here..." Zhang Fan sighed helplessly.

puff...

At this moment, his expression suddenly changed and his eyes narrowed.

Changes occurred suddenly.

A strange figure appeared behind Meng Qinghuan without any warning, and its broad palm pierced through his chest and pulled out a beating heart.

In the dark night, under the moonlight, the man seemed to be in the shadows, wearing a mask on his face, with his frowning face imprinted on it like a totem...

That is the character "人".

"Human figure!?"

(End of this chapter)