The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 248 Dragon Cemetery, Fanzi Comes to Search

Wang Yi was wearing a simple Tai Chi robe, star shoes, and his long black hair was casually tied up, showing his detached, free and unrestrained demeanor.

He casually captured a sleeping Nine Flame Dragon and brought it close to him. After carefully examining it with his spiritual sense, he whispered:

"The Seven Tribulations Creator is ultimately too unworthy of his name. He has only acquired a little knowledge of the Great Dao of Creation. Compared with the means used by Saint Nuwa to create the human race, he is not even a speck of dust."

He shook his head and discarded the idea of ​​creating something out of thin air. There were many similar methods of enlightening boys in the heavens, so there was no need to waste his mind and thoughts.

He casually killed the Nine Flame Dragons in the formation, took a step forward, came to Gong Yangyu, and waved his hand to wake him up.

Gong Yangyu's face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground. He looked at the Taoist in front of him in confusion, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He asked dryly, "Who are you?"

Wang Yi raised his hand and said, "I am Taiyi, conceived in a divine stone fetus, and just born."

Gong Yangyu's eyes widened, and he said in shock: "Divine Stone Spirit Embryo! Then, aren't you the same as the Holy Emperor Plate, jumping out of a stone?"

Looking at the Taoist who was smiling but not saying anything, he seemed to have realized something and asked, "What do you think?" Thinking of what happened in the illusion array, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Release the spiritual protection..." Wang Yi said with a smile on his face.

"You want to enslave me? Impossible!" Gong Yangyu was furious and refused without hesitation.

"This is not up to you." The power of the Five Elements rotated in Wang Yi's palm, runes surged, laws intertwined, and a gray talisman emerged.

With a flick of his fingers, the talisman penetrated into Gong Yangyu's soul, forming an unbreakable restriction.

Gong Yangyu was in a trance for a while, then he stood up, clasped his fists, and bowed, saying, "Your subordinate greets the Lord."

Wang Yi ordered: "Go to Tianlong Sect in Yunmeng and point out the direction."

After a brief analysis, Gong Yangyu raised his finger and pointed eastward to the Tianzhu Divine Mountain: "The Tianlong Sect is located deep in the Yunmeng Prairie, a million miles away from the Tianzhu Divine Mountain."

"It is said that the Tianlong Sect has a close relationship with the ancient dragon clan. Many forces that covet the Dragon Cemetery are paying more or less attention to this sect."

Wang Yi nodded slightly, rolled up his sleeves, and displayed his power.

One by one, immortal stones flew out from the depths of space and fell into the world in his sleeves one by one. He casually grabbed Gong Yangyu, took a step forward, pierced through the void in front of him, and disappeared into the turbulent flow of space.

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Yunmeng Prairie, where the Yunmeng Empire is located.

Deep in the grassland, the mountains are rolling and spreading to the sky. Because they are covered by clouds all year round, they are named Yunmeng Mountains.

Deep in the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, there is a group of exquisite and ancient palaces, and exquisite buildings are scattered all over the mountains and hills.

“My lord, the leader of the Tianlong sect is a dragon girl named Ao Luan. She is a powerful person who has experienced five thunder tribulations and is also a top martial saint.” Gongsun Yang lagged behind by half a body length, slightly hunched over, and stood a thousand meters in the air.

The Tianlong Sect and the Xuantian Pavilion are listed as the two major Taoist sects in Yunmeng. Their strength is among the best in the whole world.

"Who are you? Why are you here at my Tianlong Dojo?"

As soon as the delicate cry fell, a red shadow shot over like lightning, with a whistling wind, revealing a weak girl.

The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a red silk gauze dress, with a pair of blood coral-shaped dragon horns on her head. Under her seemingly weak appearance, she had a terrifying strength comparable to that of a peak martial saint.

"Dragon Girl... Ao Luan..." Wang Yi looked the visitor up and down, smiled for a moment, and said, "Not bad blood talent, but it's a pity that you took the wrong path..."

Ao Luan stared at Gong Yangyu for a while, and asked in surprise: "Gong Yangyu, aren't you dead?"

A hundred years ago, Yunmeng was known as the Sword Saint and was unrivaled at the time.

It was rumored that this person failed in his attempt to achieve the status of a human immortal and died of old age, but unexpectedly he appeared before him alive at this moment.

Gong Yangyu raised his eyes slightly, bowed casually and said: "Fortunately I'm not dead..." After that, he said no more.

Ao Luan looked at the Taoist thoughtfully, frowned and asked: "Who are you? What is your purpose in coming to my Tianlong Taoist temple?"

Wang Yi raised his hand and said, "I am Taiyi. I need you to take me to the ancient dragon's cemetery."

"What dragon cemetery? I don't know. Please leave quickly!" Ao Luan's heart tightened and he immediately became alert.

Very few people know about the Ancient Dragon Cemetery. Even among the long-standing families of philosophers and saints, only a handful of people know a little about it.

This person came to look for me on his own initiative, and most likely he has bad intentions.

"It's not up to you..."

"Five Tai Rotation - Tai Chi Yin Yang Seal!"

Wang Yi clenched his fist and raised it above his head. On his jade-like fist, the power of Tai Chi burst out, and the yin and yang energies intertwined to form a divine seal.

The power of Taiyi, Taichu, Taishi and Taisu are integrated into it, the Yin-Yang fish is printed on it, and the power of the Five Elements is surrounding it like a dragon.

The seal is like a mountain, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

As soon as it appeared, all the disciples of the Tianlong Sect were stunned. Cracks spread on the exquisite buildings, grass and trees broke, and a strong wind swept up in the sky.

Ao Luan looked up blankly, a look of shock gradually appearing on his face. After a long while, he said dryly, "A peak human immortal... and a peak human immortal who took an unconventional approach and opened 1260 major orifices first... How is this possible?"

She was bound by a terrifying force at this moment, and had no power to resist at all. The terrifying masculine fist intent filled the void, and the soul of the ghost immortal who had experienced five thunder tribulations in her body did not dare to show up at all.

The person in front of him was obviously a terrifying and powerful person who was about to gain all the knowledge. He was a terrifying existence comparable to the Creator.

Such strength was simply not something she could resist.

Ao Luan lowered his eyes to look at the Tianlong Dojo below him, and sighed: "I can take you to the ancient dragon cemetery, but you can't touch the dragon corpse inside..."

"Yes!" Wang Yi nodded in agreement.

In the ancient dragon's cemetery, the only thing he valued was the dragon tooth rice.

This is the food of the ancient celestial dragon, the most refined food for gentlemen, and the best nourishment for physical cultivators.

A master only needs to eat dragon tooth rice for two or three years to cleanse his body, purify his qi and blood, and reach the realm of martial saint.

You know, the Martial Saint in the Yangshen World is equivalent to a powerful warrior in the early stage of Divine Transformation in the main world.

If dragon tooth rice is planted on a large scale and used as military rations for the entire army, how terrible will the army of Yiwu King City be improved? If it can be implemented throughout the city, how terrible will the foundation of the king city be improved?

In the face of the calamity of all races in the main world, high-end combat power is indispensable, while the strength of the middle and lower levels cannot be too weak.

The Tribulation of All Races is a competition of the comprehensive strength of the races. Both mid- and high-end combat power are indispensable, as it is a matter of the race's fortune.

Of course, there may be grains in the main world that are more precious than Dragon Tooth Rice, but whether they can be grown on a large scale is a problem, and it is not something that can be obtained at this stage.

Ao Luan felt relieved and said with a wry smile: "Master is well versed in martial arts, Ao Luan admires you..."

He shook his head, took out a small and simple magnetic needle, and explained: "The ancient dragon tomb is located deep in the turbulent void, and this magnetic needle can lock the location of the ancient dragon tomb in the turbulent void. Follow the guidance of the magnetic needle and you will naturally find the dragon tomb."

Wang Yi nodded, his body flashed, and he turned into a rainbow, carrying the two of them and flying towards the outside of the nine heavens, at a speed so fast that they could cover thousands of miles in an instant.

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Ten thousand feet above the Great Thousand Worlds, there is a dangerous turbulence of the void. Countless broken worlds are hidden in it, which is more vast than the wilderness and has no end at all.

The heavens beyond the heavens and the great world are separated by countless billions and billions of miles of turbulent space.

Even if the Creator travels in his mind, it will take decades to travel. Some places may even take hundreds of years of flying to reach.

Even if one breaks through the void and travels through it, because the void turbulence is inlaid with layers of space, like sand in a river, which needs to be broken through layer by layer, although one can reach the sky beyond the heaven in a few years, the horrific consumption is enough to tire the creator to death.

Ao Luan steadied his body, his mind was in a trance for a while, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He looked at the Taoist's back in front of him and said in disbelief: "You are actually the creator of seven thunder tribulations..."

A peak human immortal plus a ghost immortal who had experienced seven thunder tribulations, this kind of strength is probably something that even the strongest person in the world, Meng Shenji, cannot compare to...

Who is this person?

It is impossible for someone with such strength to remain unknown?
Wang Yi's eyes were filled with mysterious light as he slowly scanned the boundless turbulence of the void. Chaos, disorder, chaos, this was his first feeling.

The laws of the void turbulence are very chaotic, especially the laws of space, which are unpredictable. Only the powerful Creator can cross them.

This seemingly vast turbulence of the void is both a defense and a cage, protecting and trapping the world behind it.

"Heaven beyond Heaven... The Great Central World... Nothingness..." Wang Yi whispered in his heart, retracted his gaze, and calmly ordered: "Lead the way."

Ao Luan took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, took out a compass, placed the magnetic needle on it, and forced a drop of blood onto the magnetic needle.

The magnetic needle glowed with divine light and spun wildly on the compass. Soon, as if being pulled by something, it shot towards the depths of the turbulent void at an extremely fast speed.

Without Ao Luan saying anything, Wang Yi's figure flashed and turned into a rainbow light, sweeping up the two people beside him and following him.

What you see along the way are bizarre and unpredictable meteorites, mountains of light and fog condensed by the power of starlight, large black hole tunnels, huge oceans suspended in space, and barren continents with a radius of dozens or even hundreds of miles...

With the guidance of the magnetic needle, the three people did not take any detours and arrived at a relatively peaceful void in just seven days.

What meets the eye is a vast, thick, scaly cloud. Inside, a huge, dark vortex slowly rotates, with the Yamafu Yin Lei and Qinghuang Yi Mu Lei moving around in it, like the roar of a thunder dragon, rumbling and deafening.

In the center, there seemed to be a crocodile turtle a hundred miles in size lying on the ground, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

This crocodile turtle is the formation diagram, which is composed of nine divine artifacts: Jiayi Qinglong Wood, Wind and Fire Flag, Tiankui Divine Water Cauldron, Liuyang Fire Dragon Mirror, Star Fire Incense Burner, White Jade Chariot Shell, Gengxing Golden Spear, Crocodile Egg, and Yinlei Phosphorescent Gourd.

"This is the Yama Formation, which was jointly set up by the masters of the Horned Dragon Clan. In ancient times, it once captured and killed the three marshals under the command of Emperor Pan."

“All three of them were powerful warriors who had experienced nine thunder tribulations, but they were killed in the formation. If it weren’t for the Holy Emperor Pan taking action himself, it would be extremely difficult to break the formation.” Ao Luan looked at the formation that was going away with a very complicated expression.

Wang Yi's eyes were filled with mysterious light as he slowly scanned the formation in the distance. His gaze lingered on each of the nine divine weapons for a moment before he withdrew his gaze and nodded, saying, "It's a very dangerous formation, but unfortunately there's no one to preside over it. Its power is only 70% to 80%, so it poses no threat to me."

As he spoke, he slowly turned around, looked at the void a thousand meters away, and said calmly: "Since you have been waiting for a long time, why don't you show up and see me?"

Gongsun Yang turned around abruptly, fist intent rising in his eyes, and slowly drew out the Pudu Divine Sword. Golden divine tides filled the void, thousands of lightning snakes danced wildly, and a thunder prison loomed.

Ao Luan turned around slowly. She was not worried about her own safety. With Tai Yi Taoist's strength, she was not afraid of any threats.

She was somewhat puzzled. Who could be hiding in the dark and find the ancient dragon's cemetery so accurately?

A faint sound of Sanskrit was heard, and golden divine light spread across the void. A thought as vast and yang as the sun broke through the space, protecting four figures as they flew out from the depths of space.

The four figures had similar auras, and were obviously practicing the same school of martial arts. The four of them wore tall hats and strange clothes, and had elegant and noble temperaments, like great masters and Confucian scholars who had long passed away, and they looked great.

The old man in the lead held a scroll of manuscript glowing with golden light. He looked dignified and compassionate, and seeing him was like seeing the Buddha.

He took a step forward and looked at Wang Yi for a while, then he put his hands together with a gentle smile and said: "I am the ancestor of the Fan family, Fan Shou, and I am honored to meet you."

Another middle-aged man with a strong aura of elegance and dignity bowed and said, "I am the current head of the Fan family, Fan Yuntao, nice to meet you."

"The great elder of the Fan family, Fan Zhuang, is honored to meet the real person."

"The second elder of the Fan family, Fan Zhou, greets the real person."

After the visitors introduced themselves one by one, they all looked at Wang Yi with strange eyes, showing curiosity, fear, awe and expectation.

Ao Luan looked surprised and nodded in understanding, then turned his head thoughtfully to look at the Taoist in front of him.

The Fan family of Fanzhou is the descendant of Fanzi, the first of all philosophers and saints. It has a long heritage and a special status.

Together with the Ji family, the Wang family, and the Sun family, they controlled the orthodoxy of all schools of thought. Dynasties and holy places throughout history all respected them and did not dare to humiliate them easily.

However, at this moment, they were extremely arrogant, but they were respectful to the less famous Taoist Taiyi, and it was obvious that they knew something.

Wang Yi put his hands behind his back, his eyes calm, looking at the half-step Yang God thoughts above the four people's heads, and said leisurely: "Fanzi... why are you here? What advice do you, the disciples and saints, have?"

The eyes of Fan Shou and the other three flashed slightly, and they bowed slightly, waiting respectfully on the side. The purpose of their coming here was to bring Fan Zi's half-step Yang God thought, and they had no right to interfere in the following matters.

hum!
The thought of Half-Step Yang God trembled slightly, and a halo of one hundred acres in radius emerged. The sound of Sanskrit was long, and countless swastika characters emerged, converging into a "Sanskrit" character as tall as a person.

The ancients, with compassionate looks on their faces, seemed to have walked out of nothingness, ascended from a low dimension, and slowly walked out from the depths of the word "Brahma".

"Fanzi!" Ao Luan was shocked and stared at the scene in front of her. She recognized the identity of the person at a glance. There were statues of various saints in the world of Daqian and even in the territory of Yunmeng Empire.

The appearance of such a person really shocked her.

“You are very special. Hundreds of saints worked together to make calculations with the help of the Bridge to the Other Shore, but they still couldn’t find out any information about you…” Fanzi’s voice was soft and full of Zen, which made people feel clear and peaceful when they heard it.

(End of this chapter)