Chapter 548: There Is a Spirit Sword Mountain! Headmaster of Longhu Mountain

Beijing First People's Hospital!

"What a strange name!" Wang Xiaoyi showed a strange expression.

"A very special name." Zhou Dao murmured, his eyes becoming soft and kind.

He looked at the eight bright red characters and felt a softness in his heart that had been dusty for a long time was touched. Once upon a time, that name was so familiar and gave people an infinite sense of security.

Especially those who are medical masters, they prescribe medicines in a careless way, and the words are like wild cursive writing, as if they are afraid that others will understand them.

"I wonder how the doctor here's handwriting is!?" Zhou Dao smiled.

"You actually know?" Su Yaoji's expression changed and she took a deep look at Zhou Dao.

"What do you know?" Zhou Dao asked in confusion.

"When Taizu founded this holy land of medicine, he set a rule that all medical experts who want to enter the First People's Hospital of Beijing must first take special training in calligraphy."

"Special calligraphy training!?" Wang Xuanzhi looked puzzled.

"Yeah." Su Yaoji said softly and nodded.

"What they learned is not ordinary calligraphy. Ordinary people cannot understand it."

"There are rumors from the outside that it is an ancient heavenly book, a Taoist talisman, which contains the secrets of creation. Written in this way, heaven and earth will bless you, endless life, extend the medical path forever, and correspond to the great road of life and death."

A look of reverence appeared on Su Yaoji's pretty face.

It has to be said that Taizu was so astonishing that he was the only one in all eternity that even these wonderful writings on the holy book were passed down and passed down from generation to generation in the First People's Hospital of Beijing.

Taizu said that only by practicing this kind of calligraphy can you have that flavor.

Today, if you want to enter this holy land of medicine, you must first practice the peerless calligraphy that is so shocking that no one can understand it.

"This place is really unfathomable." Wang Xiaoyi and others looked solemn and in awe.

A group of medical masters master the ancient divine talismans, which are kept secret and passed down from generation to generation. Their mysterious power is intimidating.

"Taizu...hahaha..." Zhou Dao laughed.

If possible, one day he would go to the First People's Hospital of Beijing to register.

"What are you laughing at, Brother Dao?"

"The master may have spied on the secret left by Taizu."

Everyone looked at each other and followed.

Bypassing the First People's Hospital of Beijing, a spiritual mountain is in front of us.

The spiritual mountain is not big. It is like a sword, thrust horizontally on the earth. It is surrounded by spiritual energy, like auspicious clouds. In the sky, there are layers of auspicious energy, and there are faint visions appearing in the void.

At this moment, many monks were sitting cross-legged in front of the spiritual mountain, meditating and practicing.

"This mountain is so special. It has a majestic weather and is as tall as the sky." Zhou Dao's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but praise.

This spiritual mountain is not big, but standing in front of it, it gives people the feeling of looking up at a high mountain. Looking up, it seems that there is no bounds at a glance, and there is only the peak and the end of the nine heavens.

No matter who it is, standing on the face of this spiritual mountain seems like a drop in the ocean, a ephemeral insignificance.

"Good eyesight." Su Yaoji stopped.

"The name of this mountain is Lingjian Mountain. There are sword marks on the mountain, which are unique in ancient times."

Everyone looked along Su Yaoji's stretched out jade hand. Sure enough, the whole body of Lingjian Mountain was like a thousand blows, with sword marks engraved on it. They were different in length and thickness, with unique marks, as if each sword mark was. A living being.

"Throughout the ages, the most amazing people from every era have come here, but there are only a few who can leave immortal sword marks on Lingjian Mountain."

Su Yaoji looked at Lingjian Mountain, her beautiful eyes filled with brilliance, unable to conceal her longing.

This spiritual mountain is like a monument. Being able to leave a mark on it is a kind of proof and a kind of glory. It is unparalleled in the world and illuminates an era. Even after tens of millions of years, the traces he left are indelible and will shine through future generations. Undefeated.

"The most amazing person in every era..." Zhou Dao murmured softly.

"That's right." Su Yaoji nodded: "Even the Killing Demon Lord, one of the Seven Demon Lords of the Suppressing Demon Division, came here when he was young and left sword marks on the Lingjian Mountain."

While talking, Su Yaoji took a deep look at Zhou Dao.

The Demon Control Division has nine divine pillars, and the Demon Suppression Division also has seven demon masters.

If the Thunder Pillar and the Lord of Calamity and Destruction are fighting to the death, the Qi Pillar and the Lord of Calamity are still fighting to this day.

Then the main enemy of Jianzhu is the Killing Demon Lord.

This man is as talented as Li Zangfeng in swordsmanship.

The two have known each other since they were young and have been fighting endlessly ever since.

Until Li Zangfeng ascended the throne of the Nine Divine Pillars, and killed the Demon Lord, he also achieved one of the seven supreme thrones.

At that time, both of them had reached the pinnacle of their time, but the flames of war had never been extinguished.

"Teacher's enemy!" Zhou Dao whispered.

"These people were unimaginably stunning when they were young. Although they don't have King Yuan, they are still at the top of the world, which shows how popular they are." There is another profound meaning in Su Yaoji's words.

"What are those people doing?" Wang Xiaoyi pointed at a group of monks in front of Lingjian Mountain and asked.

"They are enlightening." Shen Langyan explained.

Every sword mark on Lingjian Mountain contains immortal energy and spirit, which is revealed by every astonished Taoist transformation trace. There is supreme mystery, and one can understand that one of them is a great blessing.

ah……

Suddenly, a girl screamed and flew out, being thrown hundreds of feet away.

She climbed up with difficulty, her delicate body trembling slightly, her face pale, and she couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Thousands of sword marks are not easy to understand. The remaining essence of those stunning ones is extremely terrifying. Ordinary people cannot look at them for a long time, otherwise they will not be able to bear it."

Meng Zhibai gritted his teeth and said.

He and Shen Langyan were once like these ascetic monks, sitting in front of the Spirit Sword Mountain, trying to understand even one sword mark, which would last them half a lifetime.

Unfortunately, they only lasted for half a day, and like the girl just now, they couldn't bear the huge pressure and almost collapsed mentally.

For the two of them, those amazing people were too terrifying. They seemed to have transcended the realm of human beings. They were unparalleled in talent and first-class in the world. They were like a monument standing in front of them, making them unable to breathe, let alone understand the essence of it.

From then on, Shen Langyan and Meng Zhibai planted the seeds of fear in their hearts. They never dared to take a step closer to Lingjian Mountain. They instinctively wanted to escape.

But things are different now. After experiencing life and death, they have an unprecedented desire for power. As long as they can improve their realm and gain power, they are willing to give everything, even if they face falling into purgatory and facing their inner demons.

"He fell down and lay there!"

"We will rise here and never retreat."

Shen Langyan and Meng Zhibai looked at each other, clasping their hands, sparks of brotherly love bursting out.

"let's go."

Su Yaoji saluted towards Lingjian Mountain.

This is the rule of the hermitage. When you come here, unless you climb the mountain to leave a seal, you must bow to the emperor and walk around the mountain.

"Then let's go around a bit." Wang Xiaoyi looked at Lingjian Mountain in front of him with some awe and bowed.

At his level, he can feel the terror and danger of this spiritual mountain without climbing a mountain.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, Ha Shiqi shouted.

When everyone looked at it, Zhou Dao stared at Lingjian Mountain in front of him and actually walked over.

"What are you going to do?" Su Yaoji's heart skipped a beat and she cried out.

"Mountain climbing!" Zhou Dao whispered.

Buzz…

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and their gazes towards Zhou Dao became distracted.

"He...he wants to leave traces on the mountain!?"

Shen Langyan and Meng Zhibai looked at each other and saw ripples of shock in each other's eyes.

They clenched their hands, veins appeared on their arms, and their breathing became heavy.

This man has no taboos. Even masters like Qi Changchuan kill at will.

Now, he actually wants to challenge Lingjian Mountain, following the footsteps of the amazing people in the past, leaving traces of climbing! ?

Buzz…

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into Lingjian Mountain.

Suddenly, a wave appeared in the floating clouds on the dome, like a rolling wave, spreading in all directions.

"Huh? Who is that person? What does he want to do?"

At this time, many people noticed Zhou Dao's actions.

The hermitage claims to have eight hundred monks, sitting in front of the mountain, enlightened by sword marks, but no one dares to bear the pressure of thousands of sword marks and get so close to Lingjian Mountain.

"He crossed that line."

Someone exclaimed and stood up suddenly.

Three hundred and thirty-three feet in front of Lingjian Mountain was a divine scourge, crushing eight hundred masters.

Once that line is crossed, the pressure increases exponentially.

At this moment, Zhou Dao took nine steps and crossed the boundary that was like a divine punishment.

Rumble…

Suddenly, the heaven and earth shook, and thousands of auspicious energy broke through the floating clouds in the sky.

The runes without books flew out from the depths of Lingjian Mountain, like flowers scattered by heavenly beings, with one wonderful step after another.

In a trance, the gate of heaven opened, and the golden light fell down, reflecting the nine heavens and ten directions.

Faintly, one can hear Brahma singing, shaking the soul.

"Since ancient times, Tianjiao has this name, and that mountain is a monument..."

Zhou Daoning said, his body was shaking, and he was under unprecedented pressure. Every inch of flesh and blood seemed to be suffering disaster, and thunder and fire suddenly rose up, seeming to annihilate everything.

Ahead, in the golden light of the sky, Wushu's figure was flickering and beating, as if he had reversed the passage of time and jumped out of the mighty river.

All outstanding figures from ancient and modern times gather here.

Zhou Dao clenched his fists tightly, the heaven and earth roared and shook, and his figure was like a bolt of lightning, heading straight into Lingjian Mountain.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and thunder light fell down one after another, continuously bombarding the cave heaven paradise where the hermitage was located.

Looking from a distance, it seems as if the sky is collapsing, with black clouds covering the top, emitting a glorious light of destruction.

"Great Elder..."

Deep in the hermitage, the bell rang loudly, everyone was startled, and a roar came.

The door of the hermitage was opened wide, and an old man walked out slowly. He had a stooped figure and a childlike face with crane hair. His cloudy eyes were shining brightly, and he was looking at the strange phenomena in the sky.

"Great Elder... this is..." A big man walked over, his body wrapped in aura and his expression solemn.

"Some people want to leave traces on the mountain and leave their mark on Lingjian Mountain." The Great Elder of Yinyuan said solemnly.

"What a spirit!"

"Who is he?" The big man in the Chenggang Realm asked in silence.

It has been more than thirty years since the previous Yuan King Zhou Xuan left his sword mark on Lingjian Mountain. No one has visited Lingjian Mountain for more than thirty years.

Now, just by looking at this celestial phenomenon, I know that the coming person is extraordinary.

"Can't you guess?" The eyes of the Great Elder of Yinyuan were almost condensed, staring in the direction of Lingjian Mountain.

"Who is it!?" The big man asked in surprise.

"The current King Yuan!"

The corners of the Yinyuan's great elder's lips slightly opened, and four words stood out. Then, he took a step forward and disappeared.

…

Rumble…

Over the capital, the sky suddenly changed, dark clouds pressed over the city, and strong winds howled.

A series of thunder shook the sky.

In the thunder light, there was a faint shadow of a golden spiritual mountain, which was spectacular.

"Lingjian Mountain, how many years have passed, and someone has set foot on Lingjian Mountain again."

In the Demon Control Department, a man walked barefoot. He was tall and slender, but looked extremely thin. His eyes were bright, like stars in the sky, containing infinite brilliance.

"Li Zhu, did you see it? Which junior came to Lingjian Mountain?"

Qi Zhu came from a distance and asked with a smile.

"You know?" Li Zhu whispered.

The strong wind howled, blowing through the loose robe, making Li Zhu's thin body appear shaky.

"Let me guess."

"His fame has been established for a long time, and destiny has given birth to a newcomer. Now in this capital, who among the younger generation can surpass his elegance?" Li Zhu Ning said.

"You guessed it!" Qi Zhu said with a smile.

"Jianzhu's disciple, the Yuan King in this life." Li Zhu's eyes flashed with a frightening light.

"After Zhou Xuan, he also set foot on that spiritual mountain. It's really a trick of fate." Qi Zhu murmured softly.

"Even if you and I step into the realm of Taoism and understand the mysteries of heaven and earth, we still cannot truly grasp the changes in fate."

"I just don't know if he can succeed." Li Zhu said solemnly.

"Lingjian Mountain is a place of life and death. He may encounter powerful enemies."

"That boy has a lot of enemies."

Qi Zhu looked at the vision in the sky, thoughtfully.

Buzz…

Suddenly, a ray of sword light rose up and rushed out from the Hidden Sword Palace deep in the Demon Control Division.

"Jianzhu can't sit still."

"He really values ​​this precious apprentice."

"Jianzhu once entered Lingjian Mountain and left traces of climbing. Knowing the risks involved, he naturally felt uneasy."

Several spiritual thoughts intertwined in the void, and after a moment, they disappeared without a trace.

…

Rumble…

In Lingjian Mountain, golden light surged, and Zhou Dao seemed to be in a golden kingdom.

Countless breaths are intertwined with each other, like big stars traveling in the sky.

Each one has its own special formula, dominating the sky and the earth, being calm in all circumstances, annihilation in six lifetimes, formless and selfless...

These auras are the imprints left by those amazing people throughout the ages. The Tao method is the only one left by me.

Ordinary people can't get close at all.

At this moment, the power that had been dormant for a long time in Zhou Dao's body finally woke up and started to circulate, and he was able to withstand this rolling pressure.

Buzz…

Zhou Daoyi pointed out and recited the [Golden Light Curse], which generated a sword light and bombarded the Lingjian Mountain.

The runes flicker, like stars moving, silently.

Lingjian Mountain is majestic and indestructible, leaving no trace behind.

Bang bang bang...

Suddenly, there was an explosion, and Zhou Dao's sword light caused one of the sword marks to tremble, the light jumped, and a figure came out.

He was a young man, wearing a Taoist robe, with raised eyebrows, but his aura was natural and inaction.

"Who?" Zhou Dao was alert.

He knew that these were the brands engraved on Lingjian Mountain, and each mark represented the past of a powerful man from generation to generation.

"Poor Taoist Mijueluo." The young Taoist priest whispered.

Zhou Dao was shocked when he heard this.

The current headmaster of Longhu Mountain is Mijueluo.