Pure Yang!

Chapter 364: The catastrophe started from the gate, and the disaster fell on the south! Zhang Fan without principles

The immortal sect’s residence is a place of inaction.

Legend has it that the Wuwei Sect's ancestral temple is an extremely mysterious Taoist temple, which was built according to the Atlas of Human Body Cultivation.

The twelve zodiac signs are like the joints of a dragon's spine, the human sign is the head, and Tai Sui is like the final vertebra, like yin and yang, turning good and bad luck.

There are three palaces distributed on the central axis of this ancestral Taoist temple, corresponding to the upper, middle and lower dantian of the human body, namely [Yuan Gong Ni Wan], [Jiang Gong Shen Fu] and [Xuan Gong Qi Hai].

These three palaces involve the secret of becoming an immortal.

There is no doubt that the masters of the three palaces are the most powerful forces in Wuwei Sect, and each of them is among the top in the world.

Zhang Fan had met Ming Shenshou, the Lord of the Crimson Palace, in Dongshan Province. This man was unpredictable, and with his God-given ability of [Stealing the Divine Machine] he had plundered five or six kinds of magical powers in one person. He faced off against Li Chengge, the head of Laoshan, and Liu Nanxu, the heavenly master of Zhenwu Mountain, and remained undefeated. In the end, he escaped unscathed, which was truly an anomaly.

Zhang Fan was naturally no stranger to Jiang Yunxian, the Lord of Xuan Palace. On that day in Yujing City, she teamed up with Zhang Sheng, and her soul left her body to fight against Huo Fawang, the deputy master of Baihe Temple. Her cultivation was so strong that she was also top-notch in the world.

The two palace masters are both well-versed in the ways of heaven and man, and their status and strength are evident.

The Taoist sect regards it as a serious threat.

However, the name of the Lord of Yuan Palace has never been heard of.

“If I can store the golden elixir in the three palaces, I can ascend to the immortal ranks in broad daylight…” Taoist Quan murmured softly.

"Among the three palaces, the Yuan Palace is the most secret and its strength is the most unfathomable."

The old man from Mount Zhongnan made an evaluation that among the masters of the three palaces of Wuwei Sect, the master of Yuan Palace is the most powerful. At the same time, he is also the most mysterious. Even if he leaves Wuwei Sect, it is difficult for the world to know him.

"Uncle-master, what does the master of Yuan Palace look like?" Meng Qiwu couldn't help but ask.

"I forgot." Taoist Quan said in a low voice, with a trance-like look in his narrowed eyes.

"I can no longer remember what he looked like."

“Can’t remember?” Zhang Fan frowned. With such cultivation level and powerful soul, even a single thought of his could be retained like a brand. How could he not remember what the other person looked like?

“From formlessness comes all forms; from inaction comes everything; with that kind of cultivation, one has already penetrated heaven and earth, and has forgotten everything else; heaven and earth are one…” Quan Daoist’s voice began to tremble, and the horrifying waves piled up like a mighty wave.

Both Zhang Fan and Meng Qiwu felt deeply uncomfortable.

"If you meet this person, stay away from him..."

"Don't do it! Don't do it!"

Zhang Fan and Meng Qiwu looked at each other and saw a hint of solemnity and doubt in each other's eyes.

They didn't know how terrifying the cultivation level of the Lord of Yuan Palace was, which made this master from Zhongnan Mountain become neither human nor ghost.

"Uncle-master, please be patient, we are leaving." Meng Qiwu stepped forward and bowed, not daring to ask any more questions.

She winked at Zhang Fan, and they both turned and left.

After walking several hundred meters, Zhang Fan stopped and looked back, and saw Quan Taoist's head hanging on a dead tree. His messy hair seemed like branches and the dead tree were integrated into one. From a distance, it looked like the fruit of the dead tree, swaying in the wind, which was extremely weird.

"Lord of Yuan Palace..." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

That level of cultivation was indeed at the pinnacle at that time. Below the Pure Yang True Man, this group of people were truly top-notch.

At this moment, Zhang Fan was in a trance, but different thoughts arose in his mind.

In this life, only by standing at such a height and seeing the scenery that ordinary people cannot see, will your journey be worthwhile and your life be worthwhile.

"Can we get to that point?" Zhang Fan murmured.

When he saw the fate of Quan Daoist, he felt no pity, fear, or sorrow in his heart. Instead, he felt a desire, a strong desire he had never felt before.

Such strange emotions and fluctuations made Meng Qiwu reveal a strange look.

"As long as we stay alive, both you and I will have a chance." Meng Qiwu said in a deep voice.

She looked at Zhang Fan deeply, and then said: "You have a better chance than me."

"You are the last descendant of Nan Zhang. I'm afraid that the last glory of this lineage will fall on you..." Meng Qiwu said slowly.

"In fact, although there are only two or three people left in your lineage, some of you have already reached the top."

There will be great fortune after great disaster.

Those who survived the Nanzhang genocide...

Such misfortunes tempered them and also shaped them.

Zhang Lingzong did so.

The same is true for Chenlong Zhang Nanfeng.

If there had not been that catastrophe, there would have been no Great Spiritual Sect King with the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons, and there would have been no Chen Long who reversed the Five Elements and made the one who was wrong become the king.

"My dad..." Zhang Fan whispered.

"Your father is also one of the most powerful people in the world." Meng Qiwu said in a serious tone: "In ancient times, there were only a few people who could practice the alchemy method to this level."

There are only a handful of people who have reached the realm of Heavenly Master within a hundred years.

These people all have the hope of comprehending the Pure Yang Way.

"I just don't know who is more powerful between him and the Lord of Yuan Palace." A strange thought arose in Zhang Fan's mind, but it flashed by and he didn't grasp it.

"let's go!"

Zhang Fan whispered, looking at the vast night sky, the big moon setting in the west, and the vast Zhongnan Mountains stretching for hundreds of miles, wondering what dangers and unknowns were hidden there.

"Just now your uncle said, which direction did Ergou go?"

"Nanwang Mountain!" Meng Qiwu said in a deep voice.

"Nanwang Mountain...is it very famous? Is it also a scenic spot?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

Meng Qiwu paused for a moment and caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye. It was as bright as the stars in the sky and was particularly eye-catching in the dark night.

"It was originally an unknown mountain. About eighty years ago, a great master came from afar and practiced Taoism here for three years."

Having said this, Meng Qiwu looked at Zhang Fan and spoke with deep meaning.

"At that time, the great calamity of Taoism had just passed, the gates of Longhu Mountain were tightly closed, the incense was fading, and the Taoist tradition in the world was in ruins..."

"As for that great master, perhaps you have heard of him."

"Who?" Zhang Fan asked.

"The last Heavenly Master Zhang Taixu!" Meng Qiwu opened his lips slightly and uttered a name.

"He..." Zhang Fan's eyes condensed into a line.

Eighty years ago, when the Taoist sect was in great calamity, he was one of the five people who survived on Longhu Mountain. At the same time, he was also the last leader of the Longhu Zhang family. From then on, the Longhu Zhang family was divided into the north and the south.

"He once sat on this mountain, looking south from the north, and said that time never deceives people. Within a hundred years, the Longhu Zhang family will surely encounter a catastrophe. The catastrophe will start from within the family, and the great disaster will fall from the south..."

“Nanwang Mountain got its name from then on!”

The manifestation of destiny is varied, and often becomes reality in the most incredible yet irresistible form in the vast future.

Who could have thought that a prophecy back then would turn into a disaster that would wipe out the Nan Zhang clan in later generations! ?

"The catastrophe starts from the door, and the disaster falls on the south..." Zhang Fan murmured softly, chewing on this prophecy.

"Zhang Taixu!"

Zhang Fan muttered the name, his eyes deep and dark like the endless night, and he strode towards the direction of Nanwang Mountain.

……

Looking south to the mountain.

Looking up at the dilapidated and desolate mountain top, dark clouds were pressing down on the sky, blocking the setting moon in the west, and a rumbling sound was heard incessantly.

"Qin Ergou, you are already trapped in a jar. No one in heaven or on earth can save you."

A sharp shout echoed around the mountain. True fire was blazing, and the red light was like clouds, illuminating the dark sky and covering the entire mountain.

Figures were leaping around in the night, and had already surrounded the place like a desperate place.

"Sister Qinglian, Brother Qingshan is on the way and will be here soon."

A cold voice echoed across the mountain.

Wang Qinglian's expression remained unchanged, with blazing true fire reflected in her beautiful eyes as she stared coldly at the area surrounded by fire.

At this moment, the proud daughter of the Wang family had nothing else in her mind except Qin Ergou's life and death.

The Purple Lightning Toad suddenly appeared, and such a natural treasure should have fallen into her hands. Who would have thought that an unknown disciple from Mount Zhongnan would intervene and get such a good fortune for nothing. The elder of the Wang family said that natural treasures belong to those with virtue. If anyone gets involved, there will be changes and great disasters. Whoever can survive can truly obtain this treasure, which is extraordinary and wonderful.

For the Purple Lightning Toad, both Qin Ergou and Wang Qinglian have the opportunity to become his real master.

For Qin Ergou and Wang Qinglian, they are each other's calamity, and whoever can resolve the calamity of getting involved in the natural rare treasure will have the last laugh and will be able to obtain the treasure and become king.

"No need, I can suppress this person before Brother Qingshan comes." Wang Qinglian said in a deep voice.

That day, if she had not divided her mind to deal with the calamity and suppress the purple electric toad, how could Qin Ergou have taken advantage of the situation and gained such a huge advantage.

Rumble…

Suddenly, at the top of the mountain, a real fire surged and a figure floated in the firelight, ready to appear.

"He's coming out, surround him."

A sharp shout rang out, and the Wang family's troops scattered, blocking off every corner of the barren mountain.

"A trapped beast will still fight." Wang Qinglian said coldly.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, bending the True Fire, and a figure emerged...

The vast darkness gave birth to a madman, his eyes were full of lightning and his spirit was flying.

Such a terrifying aura made the surrounding Wang family disciples feel fear.

Qin Ergou at this moment was completely different from the day he first met Zhang Fan.

"Qin Ergou!" Wang Qinglian's eyes were fixed as he stared at the figure in front of him.

hum...

In an instant, Qin Ergou took a step forward without stopping at all. Thunder surged around him and purple lightning galloped. The horrifying aura made the earth tremble. The wind and sand suddenly rose and the gravel flew. There seemed to be a strange sound faintly, like a dragon's roar or a beast's roar, which made people's scalp numb.

At this moment, Qin Ergou's aura was so terrifying that he didn't look like a human.

"Purple Lightning Toad, he hasn't completely refined it yet."

Wang Qinglian gritted her teeth, she knew that Qin Ergou had changed so much and his aura was so powerful because of the Purple Lightning Toad in his body, the natural treasure that should have belonged to her.

Thinking of this, Wang Qinglian took a step forward and blocked Qin Ergou's way.

"Bring it here."

"Go away!"

The two men shouted at the same time, their bodies collided with each other, lightning flashed everywhere, and the terrifying force actually shook Wang Qinglian away. The wind whistled in his ears. Such a terrible force, landing on the cliff, would immediately tear his flesh and blood apart.

"Moon Turning Technique!"

Suddenly, Wang Qinglian raised her jade hand lightly, and the moonlight surged all over the sky, like a layer of gauze falling on her body. In an instant, all the pores on her body dilated, as if breathing, and the moonlight was crushed and turned into her flesh and blood.

In an instant, her body became extremely light, and she was whistling along the mountain wind, suddenly turning and rushing towards Qin Ergou.

"If people in this world can turn the moon into flowing light, they will obtain the mysterious method of Taiyin Lord."

The Moon Turning Method is a Taoist method handed down from the ancestors of the Wang family. It is a sacrifice to the Lord Taiyin, and the mysterious moon turns and flows. It refines the body and nourishes the spirit. It is in line with the Taoist Chongyang's way of cultivating both sex and life.

hum...

In a moment, Wang Qinglian was in front of Qin Ergou. She waved her jade hands, and moonlight surged around her body, pressing towards Qin Ergou like a rolling torrent. The terrifying force crushed the surrounding air into pieces.

"Roar……"

At this moment, Qin Ergou suddenly opened his mouth, his chest heaving, and he actually swallowed the moonlight that rolled like a torrent into his stomach.

"Fishing for Toad Qi!"

This was a skill passed down from Qin Ergou's ancestors. He was instructed by Zhang Fan that day and gained the blessing of the dragon vein of Chanbao Mountain. He was able to truly master this skill.

It is also because of this that he is qualified to inherit the incense of Xu Dog after entering Tai Sui Village.

The sun and the moon are constantly changing, who says we cannot control impermanence?

At this moment, a rumbling sound came from Qin Ergou's stomach. The moon was refined and thunder surged around his body. His aura became more and more powerful, and he actually shocked Wang Qinglian away.

"Even the Moon Turning Technique can't suppress him?"

"Is there something strange about this person? He can actually swallow and spit out the moon without letting it fall? He refined it to completion in a moment..."

"When did such a disciple appear in Zhongnan Mountain?"

The expressions of the Wang family members suddenly changed, and their eyes were filled with deep shock.

I originally thought he was just an unknown person who got lucky, but who would have thought that he possessed such magical powers.

hum...

The moonlight around Wang Qinglian melted into a layer of cotton yarn, supporting her and slowly landing on the ground.

At this moment, her expression was solemn and extremely ugly.

"He's gotten so much stronger?"

Qin Ergou's strength increased too quickly. He seemed to be naturally compatible with the Purple Lightning Toad. If he was let go this time, it wouldn't take long for him to completely refine this natural treasure.

"If this can make you leave? Then where is the reputation of my Wang family?"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the night sky.

hum...

Immediately afterwards, a large red flag flew across the sky and covered Qin Ergou.

The terrifying force tore through the sky and the surrounding air exploded. Qin Ergou caught it with his bare hands, and thunder surged in his palms.

Suddenly, a raging fire ignited around the red flag, roaring like an evil dragon, illuminating the dark night sky and crushing the thunder around Qin Ergou.

"Blazing Flag!?"

Wang Qinglian's eyes lit up and he recognized it instantly.

This is a magic weapon that has been worshipped by the Wang family for generations. It belongs to the [Qingyu] level and has been worshipped for more than five hundred years.

"Brother Qingshan!"

Wang Qinglian turned around and saw that Wang Qingshan had arrived. His spirit was moving violently, and he was holding the [Blazing Flag] from a distance. The five layers of primordial light were jumping, and the terrifying aura was suppressing Qin Ergou.

He has only been practicing for a short time. Even with many opportunities, he can only be compared with high-level masters. How can he withstand such pressure from his soul?

When the great master realm faces the high-level cultivation, it is almost a crushing defeat.

Not to mention, the Wang family also invited a Qingyu magic weapon.

Rumble…

The red blazing flag pierced Qin Ergou's shoulder, blood splattered, and as soon as it hit the ground, it turned into a raging fire, trapping him in the center.

The red flag stands on the Cangshan Mountain, and the blood dyes the true flames.

“Qinglian…”

"Brother Qingshan, it's a good thing you are here. This person has a demon. He improves too fast." Wang Qinglian looked at Wang Qingshan walking from a distance and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If Wang Qingshan had not arrived in time, once Qin Ergou escaped tonight, she would have no chance of getting the Purple Lightning Toad at all.

"Don't waste time. I asked for the Blazing Flag to help you separate the Purple Lightning Toad from this person and refine it on the spot." Wang Qingshan said in a deep voice.

"it is good!"

Wang Qinglian nodded and looked at the figure in the real fire. It no longer had the fierce power it had just had and looked like a lost dog. Her heart finally settled down.

Despite all the twists and turns, the Purple Lightning Toad is finally hers.

"I'll go now." Wang Qinglian walked towards Qin Ergou.

"Where are you going? To hurry up and reincarnate?"

At this moment, a cold voice resounded in the dark night. Wang Qinglian stopped suddenly. Wang Qingshan turned around and saw a figure walking towards him under the bright moonlight. Who else could it be but Zhang Fan?
"On principle, I don't want to kill anyone!"

In the howling mountain wind, Zhang Fan looked at the true fire rising into the sky and felt Qin Ergou's weak breath.

"But I have no principles!"

(End of this chapter)