Chapter 1044: Slaying the Divine Weapon

The old Taoist yawned and said, "Yes, it turns out you know me."

"But why are you here?" Zhang Jun endured the pain and asked through gritted teeth.

The old Taoist said bitterly: "That Niubi said that the author wrote indiscriminately and ruined the image of Taoist ancestors, but he blamed me. It is really unreasonable!"

Zhang Jun understood that the Taishang Laojun in front of him was not the Taoist ancestor. He was just a concrete character in the novel, and his name was "Taishang Laojun". He had no relationship with the Taoist ancestor at all. Thinking of this, he asked: "Is this the third level? Are there six more levels to come?"

"Tai Shang Laojun" raised his eyelids and said: "That Niubi is really powerful. He actually made a gossip furnace. If you can survive it, the foundation of this journey will be completely solidified."

Zhang Jun's heart skipped a beat. Recently, his cultivation level has been advancing by leaps and bounds. He used the power of the Chaos Cauldron to condense the Dao Fetus, and also used the Herb Collecting Sutra and the Blood Tempering Sutra. It can be said that he has been forcibly improving all the way, and he has indeed left behind Many hidden dangers. It would be a good thing if hidden dangers could be refined here.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and carried it down without saying a word.

At first, the "Tai Shang Laojun" didn't care much, but when Zhang Jun insisted on three sticks of incense, he widened his eyes and said, "Interesting, what kind of physique do you have? Why haven't you been burned to death?"

Zhang Jun rolled his eyes, thinking that this old guy was waiting for him to be burned to death! He immediately laughed and said: "Sure enough, it came from a book. I have no knowledge. I am an innate Taoist body. I can't be killed by fire or struck by thunder. What can you do to me with this little fire?"

The old Taoist suddenly laughed "hehe": "Do you think this is the only kind of fire?" After that, he took out a purple gourd from his body, unscrewed the lid and poured it down. Immediately, a stream of purple flames rushed into the furnace, the temperature instantly doubled and the power became stronger.

Zhang Jun couldn't help shouting and said angrily: "What kind of fire is this?"

"Tai Shang Laojun" grinned: "I have three kinds of fire in my body. The fire of Samadhi that burned you just now, the fire of ignorance karma that burns you now, and the fire of Zhoutian Dao next, you can enjoy it slowly."

It has to be said that Zhang Jun's innate Taoist body is very powerful. He managed to survive. Although he was burned out of his human shape and weakened, he still managed to survive. None of the three flames could burn him to death. .

He was lying upright on the ground like that. "Tai Shang Laojun" was gone, and the Bagua furnace was also gone. He felt that his physical strength was severely exhausted and he needed to replenish some energy. So he took out a handful of Yuanyuan Shen Dan and swallowed it in one gulp. When the divine elixir entered his mouth, it immediately turned into billowing divine power, allowing him to gradually regain his energy.

"We've only passed three levels, and there are six more to come." He shook his head and continued to move forward.

This time, what stood in the way was a large palace. The appearance of the main hall is ancient, with an air of vicissitudes of life. The door of the hall is wide open, and it is dark inside. He knew that this must be the fourth level, so he bravely walked in.

After entering the main hall, the space changed and he was in a wasteland. In the distance, tens of thousands of soldiers stood thickly in darkness. They formed formations and marched towards Zhang Jun, causing him tremendous pressure. These soldiers have a word on their eyebrows that shines with divine light and contains a special Taoist charm.

"Divine inscriptions!" Zhang Jun was surprised. He discovered that every soldier was transformed from a divine inscription. When these soldiers are arranged and combined, they form a sentence and then an article. When the article was formed, a supreme murderous intention rushed towards him. Before the magic soldiers arrived, Zhang Jun was forced to retreat continuously.

"Awesome!" His heart sank, and he immediately resisted with all his strength. As a last resort, he released the Human Emperor Seal and used the Human Emperor's luck to suppress Shenwen's murderous intention.

Sure enough, as soon as the Human Emperor Seal came out, he felt that the pressure caused by the magic weapon was offset a lot, and he could barely hold on.

"What does this fourth formation mean? What does the formation of magic weapons mean?" He thought, hoping to find a countermeasure.

The divine soldiers were getting closer and closer, and he suddenly felt something in his heart, and said to himself: "Could it be that you are trying to test my method of arranging troops? I have also studied divine literature, why not use clones to create troops?"

Thinking of this, more than 10,000 divine thoughts rushed out from his head, and each divine thought turned into a clone and became a soldier. The soldier's eyebrows also had a divine inscription flashing, and his aura was not weaker than that of the other soldier. However, the next step is more difficult. The article written by the opponent's tens of thousands of magical soldiers seems to be Taozu's "Tao Te Ching".

This "Tao Te Ching" is extremely mysterious and is transformed from the wisdom of Taoist ancestors. The sacred texts composed of such articles are naturally extraordinary and cannot be resisted by ordinary people.

"Unless I also come up with a Taoist article that opposes the Tao Te Ching, how should I write it?" Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but how could he write such a Taoist book for a while?

The divine soldiers were closer, less than a thousand steps away, and the battle was about to break out.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he immediately communicated with the little golden dragon: "Does your dragon clan have any training manuals?"

"Of course there is." Xiao Jinlong said, "But I won't tell you."

"Ten thousand divine pills, do you want to change them?" Zhang Jun asked anxiously.

Little Jinlong's foodie nature did not change, and he nodded repeatedly: "You can choose the classics." After saying that, a piece of information entered Zhang Jun's memory.

This treasure book is the supreme method of the dragon clan, called Taixu Dragon Transformation Technique. After obtaining this method, Zhang Jun immediately arranged this article in divine script. He commanded the clones very quickly, and in an instant, arrays were formed one after another. A great power was exuded, which was comparable to that of the Tao Te Ching, and even more domineering.

Soon, the armies of both sides began to fight. Zhang Jun's clones were helped by the "Taixu Dragon Transformation Art", and their combat power was obviously much stronger. His more than 10,000 soldiers and horses defeated tens of thousands of the enemy's soldiers and horses.

A magic soldier was beheaded by Zhang Jun's clone. Suddenly, the divine text on his forehead flew up and automatically entered Zhang Jun's sea of ​​consciousness, giving him another divine text. The rest of the magic soldiers were the same. Once they were cut, the divine text would be automatically absorbed by him.

"So that's it, this level is to give me the divine text." Zhang Jun was overjoyed and used all his strength to drive his clone to kill the magic soldiers.

However, in the process, part of his clone was also killed, but fortunately, his divine thoughts were not hurt. Once his clone was cut, the divine text on the clone would also fly up, and then condense into the enemy's soldiers. Fortunately, very few clones were cut, and it had little impact on the battle situation.

In this way, after just a few minutes, tens of thousands of magic soldiers were killed, and all the divine texts flew into Zhang Jun's eyebrows. Many of these divine texts were duplicates of Zhang Jun's divine texts, and there were more than 30,000 newly added divine texts. In this way, the number of divine texts he mastered was close to 50,000.

After killing the last divine soldier, Zhang Jun collected his clone. He felt that his Tao body was more solidified, and thought to himself: "Giving me the divine text in this level must have a purpose. What exactly do you want to do?"