Luck entry, starting from the Nine Dragons' succession

Chapter 54: I Have Realized (Two in One)

In the dim secret room, the candlelight flickered.

Six shadows, stretched extremely long, were reflected on the bluestone wall.

Six figures sat around an ancient stone table.

Some were wearing blood-red robes, and some had obscure figures.

Some have ethereal temperaments and are stunningly beautiful, while others lie in coffins, without a trace of life.

After many days, we met again to worship the six meridians of Shinto.

"Chun Qiuzi, why did you summon us? What's the urgent matter?"

The old man in the blood-red robe, who was the most impatient, asked.

Chunqiuzi, the leader of the Changsheng lineage, had a solemn expression, as if covered with frost.

"I have some bad news to inform you all."

"After our cultivation, we found that the Shenghuang rice variety would degenerate."

"What do you mean?"

The old man in the blood-red robe raised his eyebrows and showed a suspicious look.

The other four people also looked at Chunqiuzi with flashing eyes, as if they wanted an explanation.

Chunqiuzi's voice was low and solemn.

"The meaning is very simple."

"After repeated planting, the Holy Emperor Rice has degenerated and its yield is no different from that of ordinary rice."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the dark secret room became tense.

It seemed as if water could be squeezed out of the deep cold air.

"So, we have been tricked by Daqian?" The old man in the blood-red robe sneered.

"Mostly so."

"The Daqian court must have secret cultivation methods that we don't know about."

Chunqiuzi spoke in a firm tone and directly agreed with the statement of the old man in the blood-red robe.

When it comes to cultivating spiritual plants, their lineage of immortality is second to none.

Even compared with Shennong Valley, one of the ten great Taoist temples, it is not much inferior.

However, this was the first time they had encountered such a strange rice as the Holy Emperor Rice.

Compared to cultivating the Holy Emperor Rice, Changqingzi is more interested in the secrets contained in the Holy Emperor Rice.

After hearing Chunqiuzi's words, everyone fell silent.

It lasted for a while.

The old man in the blood-red robe suddenly sneered and attacked the White Lotus Saint.

"Haha—is this the ingenious strategy of your White Lotus lineage?"

"In the end, I was tricked by Daqian and had him fooled around."

"How ridiculous!"

The ethereal girl did not show any weakness in the face of the blood-robed old man's questioning.

Instead, he looked calm and composed, speaking indifferently.

"At the beginning, I only guaranteed that our White Lotus lineage would obtain the Holy Emperor Rice."

"As for the cultivation of Holy Emperor Rice, it is not the responsibility of our White Lotus lineage."

When Chunqiuzi heard the words of the White Lotus Saint, his face froze.

What do you mean?
Does it mean that we, the immortal lineage, are too stupid?
"That's enough, stop arguing."

"We can't achieve anything by arguing here."

"The most urgent thing is what to do?"

"Seeing Daqian promoting Holy Emperor Rice on a large scale, is its foundation becoming more profound day by day?"

The leader of the Liuyu lineage was wearing a black bamboo hat, and his face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

"hehe!"

"Since the Holy Emperor Rice is no longer useful, we might as well capture Fang Heng alive and force him to hand over the real secret!"

"He has been following my method for a long time. We have already gotten the secret out of Fang Heng."

The old man in the blood-stained robe was filled with murderous intent.

As soon as he opened his mouth, one could faintly smell the smell of blood.

"The God-Slaying Formation has enveloped Yujing City. We have no way of breaking through it. How can we capture Fang Heng alive?"

"Could it be that you, the Blood Sea Clan, wish to challenge the God-Slaying Formation?"

Chunqiuzi told the story slowly and poured a basin of cold water on the old man in the blood-red robe.

How powerful is the God-Slaying Formation.

No one knows this better than these evil gods.

During the ten thousand years since the founding of the Daqian Kingdom, countless evil gods and demons have died under the God-Slaying Formation.

Even the evil god Huangquan, worshipped by the Guimen lineage, was killed by Daqian Taizu in the God-Slaying Formation.

It can be seen how ferocious and powerful it is.

Just when everyone was at a stalemate.

A cold voice suddenly sounded in the secret room.

"Everyone, don't worry about this."

"I have a plan!"

The sudden sound made the six people present alert.

His eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise, doubt and vigilance.

This secret room is a top-secret place.

Apart from the six of them, even the other disciples were unaware of the existence of this place.

Such a secret place, yet someone actually came to our door.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a yellow spring road leading to the secret room from the endless void.

On the Yellow Springs Road, a black figure came walking in the air.

The other person's figure was shrouded in endless darkness.

There was a ghostly aura about his body.

The sounds of ghosts and wolves howling lingered around him.

"Zhou Jueyin, how did you find this place?"

The old man in the blood-stained robe shouted fiercely, his voice was cold and filled with murderous intent.

It seemed as if the action was about to begin in the next second.

The person who came was not a stranger to the six people present.

The remnant of the Guimen lineage, Zhou Jueyin.

Zhou Jueyin has been active in the Yujing City area for many years and has cooperated with the Six Meridians many times before.

"Ancestor Xuelian, don't be so aggressive."

"I came here today to cooperate."

"How do you want to cooperate?" Chunqiuzi concentrated and asked calmly.

"I have a way to help you block the perception of the God-Slaying Formation."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Then, endless doubt appeared in his eyes.

Block the perception of the God-Slaying Formation?
real or fake?

For thousands of years, there have been evil spirits who have tried to figure out a way to block the God-Slaying Formation.

But, they all ended in failure.

Even their worship of the Six Meridians of Shinto was helpless.

Is there any solution for the declining Guimen lineage?

"hehe!"

"There's no need to be suspicious, I'm cooperating with you with sincerity."

"What's more, proving that the God-Slaying Formation's perception has been blocked is a very easy matter."

The six people present nodded slightly, agreeing with Zhou Jueyin's words.

Zhou Jueyin sat down and continued.

"Five days later, Shang Hongye will hold a plum blossom viewing banquet, and will entertain all the princes and nobles."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone understood immediately.

Zhou Jueyin was planning to take action at the plum blossom viewing banquet.

What a big appetite.

If they succeeded and a bunch of princes fell into their hands, the dog emperor would be furious.

"Okay, just as you say!"

……

The secret meeting is over.

Everyone dispersed.

The ethereal girl escaped into the void.

In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared into thin air.

"Why is this man Zhou Jueyin so enthusiastic?"

"Is it just for the Holy Emperor Rice?"

"Their Ghost Gate lineage has long since declined. There are only a few of them, big and small. There is no need to grow Holy Emperor Rice."

The ethereal girl frowned.

Unreasonable!
Obviously, Zhou Jueyin had other plans.

Even among the six sects of the Shinto sect, only the Blood Sea sect was interested in capturing Fang Heng alive.

As for the other clans, most of them have better plans.

"Elder Yin, according to the raccoon cat's investigation."

"The sacred object that was stolen from the previous Saint by Daqian has now fallen into the hands of the Fifth Prince."

"Five days from now, the mission of launching a surprise attack on the Plum Blossom Appreciation Banquet and reclaiming the sacred object will be entrusted to you, Elder Yin."

Returning to the White Lotus lineage's base, the ethereal girl discussed with Elder Yin.

Elder Yin raised his eyebrows and looked at the ethereal girl in surprise.

"Saint, you won't participate in this operation?"

"Me? I have more important things to do."

Hearing this, Elder Yin's heart sank.

The saints before me are resourceful and cunning as foxes.

She didn't participate in the surprise attack on the plum blossom viewing banquet, could it be...

"Saint, are you not optimistic about this operation?"

"Haha—who knows?" "A surprise attack on the plum blossom viewing banquet is too high-profile and not suitable for a junior like me."

The corner of Elder Yin's mouth twitched slightly.

When I saw the saint's lively eyes, I knew she had other plans.

But it’s not suitable for a junior like you.

Is it suitable for an old man like me?

……

Sinorical Institute.

Practice in a quiet room.

Hidden in a quiet bamboo forest.

The breeze blew, and the bamboo leaves rustled.

indoor.

The incense is curling and the mist is lingering.

Mixed with the freshness of bamboo leaves, it makes people feel peaceful
Fang Heng sat on the cushion with his eyes slightly closed.

The energy in the body fluctuates.

It's like a volcano ready to erupt.

Like the calm before a storm, it hides a turbulent tide.

His chest rose and fell, and each breath was long and deep.

It seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble slightly.

Dressed in green, she moves without wind.

His clothes fluttered, as if an invisible force was flowing around his body.

suddenly.

Fang Heng, who was like a dead tree or a stubborn stone, suddenly burst out with energy.

The momentum is fierce.

Like thunder.

Like a huge wave.

The surging spiritual energy poured into Fang Heng's meridians.

In the quiet room, an inverted spiritual hourglass was formed.

A roar!
An invisible sound rang out within Fang Heng's body.

The sound is loud, but the elephant is invisible!
The bottleneck was shattered quietly.

Fang Heng slowly opened his eyes and exhaled.

There was a gleam of light in his eyes, and he looked energetic.

The middle stage of controlling objects, it’s done!
End the retreat and get up and leave the quiet room.

When I came back to the Sinongyuan, I found that it was deserted.

After asking, I found out that the Holy Emperor Rice was ripe.

Tian Sheng is arranging people to harvest the Holy Emperor Rice.

"Tian Sheng, although his intentions are not right, he is just using it conveniently."

"Only by keeping him under my nose can I feel at ease!"

Fang Heng sighed and headed towards the rice fields.

At first glance, it's all golden.

The weather is not good, and the sky is covered with dark clouds.

Fortunately, a formation was set up in the imperial manor.

Even if it rains heavily, the harvest will not be delayed.

Rumbling--

Rumbling--

Above the sky, the clouds are as dark as ink.

The lightning snake moved around, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

The dazzling lightning illuminated the sky and the earth in a pale white.

The low thunder continued without stopping, as if it was a whisper from ancient times.

Fang Heng stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the thunder in the sky.

The dark clouds are very low, giving a feeling of oppression like a mountain pressing down on one's head.

Faced with this scene that fully displayed the power of heaven, Fang Hengfu was suddenly moved.

He quickly took out the Heavenly Thunder Order and felt the aura of the Yimu Divine Thunder contained in it.

On weekdays, I have countless insights into thunder magic.

At this moment, all of them emerged in my mind and turned into sparks of inspiration.

Got it!

I, the king, have realized it!
Countless thoughts flooded into my mind.

Fang Heng stood on the top of the mountain like a stubborn rock, motionless.

Thunder surged above his head.

Behind me, the wind was howling.

No matter how violent the power of heaven was, Fang Heng remained unmoved.

If anyone else saw this scene, they would definitely scream in surprise.

His tone was filled with deep envy.

Epiphany!

Looking at the might of thunder, Fang Heng suddenly had an epiphany.

On ordinary days, the insights he gained from comprehending the Yimu Divine Thunder now gathered into a big net, covering Fang Heng's thoughts.

The original discontinuous, fragmented and vague perception.

At this moment, it is so clear.

With the blessing of the fate of [Seven Apertures], Fang Heng's thoughts became clearer than ever before.

It was as if the great road of heaven and earth had its legs spread out in front of him for him to admire.

Fang Heng raised his hands slightly and placed them in front of his chest.

Ten fingers, forming a seal.

At the beginning, Fang Heng's speed of forming seals was very slow.

But gradually, the speed of forming seals became faster and faster.

Later on, it was like a butterfly flying through flowers, so fast that it was dazzling.

"Otuki Divine Thunder!"

With a roar.

The sound was like thunder, shaking the surrounding air.

Green light flickered on Fang Heng's fingertips, as if condensing the purest vitality and destructive power in the world.

A green lightning burst out from his palm.

The thunder continued, tearing through the air and emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Like a thunder dragon, it rushed towards the sky with bared fangs and claws.

It spread to half a mile away before it ran out of power and slowly dissipated.

Compared to the Jiamu Divine Thunder, one of the four wonders of Changqing Temple.

Yimu Divine Thunder and Jiamu Divine Thunder are both divine thunders with wood attribute.

It’s just that the former is yang, strong and fierce.

The latter is yin, soft and continuous.

One yin and one yang, if yin and yang can be harmonized, we can go further.

This was the purpose of the discussion between the elders of the Shenxiao Sect and the founder of the Changqing Temple ten thousand years ago.

"Pity!"

"Yin and Yang combined, it's almost taste good!"

Fang Heng woke up from his state of enlightenment.

He shook his head in disappointment, a hint of regret between his brows.

However, this hint of regret soon disappeared.

Fang Heng knew that he was too greedy.

Being able to suddenly realize the Yimu Divine Thunder was already an unexpected surprise.

This is one of the unique skills of the Shenxiao Sect!

If we take back Changqing Temple, the Four Wonders will definitely become the Five Wonders.

……

In the alchemy room.

The loud thunder of Yimu Divine Thunder frightened Xiao Luoyu, who was refining the elixir, so much that his hands began to tremble.

The elixir in the furnace turned to ashes in an instant.

Xiao Luoyu stomped his feet in anger, rushed out of the room and looked up.

Just happened to see Fang Heng using the Yi Mu Divine Thunder.

This scene completely stunned Xiao Luoyu.

An expression of horror appeared on her delicate and bright face.

The anger that had just been felt because of the destruction of the elixir was replaced by horror in an instant.

In the calm lake of my heart, huge waves were stirred up.

Although Xiao Luoyu is not good at thunder magic, he also knows the significance of Yimu Divine Thunder to Changqing Temple.

"Otuki Divine Thunder!"

"This...how is this possible?"

"Something that even the Grandmaster couldn't do!"

"Junior brother, it worked!"

Xiao Luoyu was shocked.

She had long heard from her master and senior brother how incredible the junior brother's talent in cultivation was.

Seeing it today, it is even more exaggerated than what Master and Senior Brother described.

Even the grandmaster couldn't do it, but the junior brother did it.

In the future, my junior brother’s achievements will probably be higher than those of our grandmaster.

There was a strange glint in Xiao Luoyu's beautiful eyes.

The feelings of surprise, admiration and emotion lingered for a long time.

(End of this chapter)