Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 670 A ray of light breaks through thousands of miles
This treasure was obtained from Taoist Chonggu of Huanyue Palace and is of very good quality.

After the sacrifice, it can release evil-melting light, which ordinary cultivators cannot resist with their magic power and can only stop with Taoist magic or magic treasures.

If it is used properly by someone with profound magical powers, this treasure alone can break all kinds of magic. It is very suitable for people in the East China Sea who do not pay attention to the practice of Taoism.

But for Chen Mu, it seemed a little redundant...

He has practiced four kinds of Taoist arts. Except for the "Fuyao Qingxuanfeng" which is a little inferior, the other three are all extremely powerful and murderous.

Having an additional spiritual weapon like this can only be considered as icing on the cake, and it is not enough to add wings to a tiger.

But it is a spiritual treasure after all, which is better than nothing.

Taoist Tianxing said something that made a lot of sense: when fighting with the Taoists in Zhongzhou, you can use magic, but you can't be without it.

If Chen Mu hadn't repeatedly said he didn't need it, Tian Xing would have even spent all his wealth to buy him a magical treasure...

Ten days passed quickly.

While Chen Mu was refining the spiritual treasure, everyone else was also busy.

Not to mention those who were meditating in seclusion, the countless practitioners from small sects and schools were holding a grand exchange meeting outside the mountain top.

The cultivators here come from all over the world, and the spiritual objects they possess are naturally varied.

As soon as the exchange meeting was held, several rare treasures that were rarely seen in thousands of years appeared, causing a lot of scramble.

During this period, even the Daoists of the major sects appeared, which shows how grand this event was...

The next morning, the sky was as dark as ink and heavy rain poured down.

In the quiet room, Chen Mu closed his eyes and made hand gestures. Magic power like water continuously flowed out from his fingertips and was injected into the pair of gourds in front of him.

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard a light "click" sound, and the gourd suddenly emitted a ray of light. As it swayed slightly, Chen Mu slowly opened his eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

After ten days of continuous sacrifice and refining, the divine consciousness was finally imprinted on this treasure.

In the future, you just need to drive it more and it will run as you wish and be controlled as you wish.

After playing with it for a while, Chen Mu realized that time was approaching, so he stood up and put away the magic treasure.

I walked to the front of the temple gate and looked at the mountains in the distance.

There was a vast expanse of rain and fog between the sky and the earth, and the water line was like a curtain. Even with his eyesight, if he had not used his magic power to help him, he would have only seen a hazy and shadowy sight.

"It's raining so hard, what a coincidence..."

At this time, Taoist Tianxing, Sun Zhiyan and others also came out, looking at the sky and frowning secretly.

Although at their level, a little rain would not cause any hindrance.

But today is the day of the battle they have been looking forward to for a long time, and such heavy rain is not a good thing after all.

Not only did they have such thoughts, at this moment, thousands of monks all looked up at the sky and frowned secretly.

Just as they were about to set off for the platform, they suddenly felt a tremor under their feet and their bodies swayed, almost causing them to lose their balance. They looked around in astonishment.

At this moment, on the high platform, Master Han Yuan sat upright in the void, and the endless rain did not fall on him. Perhaps he felt something in his heart, and with an indifferent expression he waved out a ray of clear light, which rose up quickly, rushed to the sky, and then suddenly opened its eyes outwards!
The thousands of cultivators on Daoshi Mountain only felt a flash of light at the top of the sky, and then their vision was filled with a clear light of extraordinary aura.

The clear light shone around and penetrated the dark clouds for thousands of miles. Amid the rumbling sound, the continuous rain quickly retreated.

Everyone was stunned. When a Nascent Soul cultivator used his magic power, it was rare for it to reach a distance of a thousand miles. However, when the True Lord made a move, the clear light shone and easily dispersed the dark clouds for thousands of miles. What a powerful magic power!

"Tsk tsk tsk, the ability to transform into a spirit is almost that of an immortal..."

Taoist Tianxing sighed and smacked his lips, and no one objected for a moment. At the top of the mountain, the dark clouds had dispersed. It was already the early hours of the morning, and a gentle breeze was blowing, still mingling with a hint of coolness after the rain.

Until the morning sun appeared, thousands of golden rays broke through the haze and sprinkled on their bodies. Only then did the thousands of monks feel a little warmth, and it felt as if they were in another world.

"Let's go."

Chen Mu was the first to come to his senses. He left the palace with the other three and headed straight for the platform.

After meeting up with familiar people from the Yuanqing School and others, it didn't take long before the field was filled with people.

Seeing this, Elder Qin didn't waste any time talking and immediately called Xuan Ji and others to step forward.

The A-type match was between Ye Qingren and the old woman from Pingyuan Sect. There was a huge difference in strength between them, but everyone was unanimous and there was no disagreement.

Ye Qingren remained composed, bowed his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Pingyuan, I am honored to meet you."

The silver-haired old woman looked normal on the surface, but she was sighing inwardly.

If the competition had taken place ten days ago, she might have fought hard out of fear, but after these ten days of consideration, she had calmed down and knew that she was no match for Ye Qingren.

With this thought in her mind, how could she still have the fighting spirit?
However, this was a sword-fighting event that concerned the sect's reputation. Even if she wanted to give up, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She thought to herself, "Well, I heard Ye Qingren has an easygoing personality, so he shouldn't give me too much trouble. I can just fight him for a few rounds and then go back with some dignity."

Thinking of this, she hardened her heart and shook her body. The strange silver lines on her neck began to wriggle, and a snow ghost figure about three meters tall gradually appeared behind her, with sharp claws and extremely ferocious.

As soon as he came out, there was a faint sound of snow falling in the field, creating a strange scene.

The old woman was certain in her heart and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Ye, I'm sorry!"

Ye Qingren walked away calmly, chuckling, "I've heard Pingyuan's skills in raising ghosts are extraordinary. Today is a good time to give it a try."

He waved his sleeves, and black and white energy surged out, pressing towards the snow ghost silently.

The old woman would not look down on the Snow Ghost just because of its weak momentum. Instead, she was alarmed and did not dare to engage in a head-on battle with it, causing the Snow Ghost to retreat immediately.

At the same time, she threw out a jade slip, which transformed into a beam of auspicious light surrounding her body, protecting herself completely.

Even then she was still not at ease, so she stepped lightly and retreated to a distance, only then did she feel a little relieved.

Everyone was dazzled by the series of actions. As they shook their heads and laughed secretly, they also realized that the old woman had lost the desire to win.

As a result, even though this battle had just begun, the winner had already been decided. There was really nothing much to watch...

People like Yang Cheng shook their heads repeatedly, feeling bored, and closed their eyes to rest.

The old woman seemed unaware and continued to deal with Ye Qingren on her own.

Ye Qingren was as easy-going as the rumors said, and he actually followed the old woman's wishes and did not use his best Taoist magic.

This back-and-forth lasted for half an hour before it ended with the old woman admitting defeat.

Everyone was speechless for a while, but Pingyuan Sect was also a big sect in Central China. Even if they wanted to boo, they had to consider this relationship.

The old woman from the Pingyuan Sect had no idea what everyone was thinking. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ye Qingren with gratitude, saying, "Fellow Daoist, your cultivation is profound. I am willing to admit that you are superior to me and am convinced."

Ye Qingren laughed heartily upon hearing this, waved his hand, and flew off the stage.

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(End of this chapter)