Chapter 450 The Master of All Magical Powers (First Update)

Chapter 450 The master of all kinds of magical powers... (first update)

Night came suddenly, covering the sky and the mountains and the land. The mountains became quiet for a while, with only a few insects chirping.

"Am I dead again?!"

At the foot of Jianfeng, Chu Tianyi was a little stunned.

‘Death’ was no stranger to him.

When I first acquired the magical power of 'knowing the future against my will', I would always use this magical power before taking risks, and I was seriously injured and killed countless times.

It is precisely relying on this magical power that in these years, from Qingzhou to Longyuan, and then to Dongyue Road, he has achieved various achievements that are unbelievable to ordinary people.

Others only know that he acts decisively, bravely and diligently, but they do not know that he has always been "walking on thin ice with a heart that is brave and diligent".

However, ever since he became a disciple of the Sword Making Villa and successively refined the two magical skills of the Seven Kills, Seven Seizing Demon Swords and the Innate Invisible Sky-Breaking Sword, similar words have never appeared again.

Now……

"This fairyland is in danger..."

Chu Tianyi frowned, shocked but not confused. He took out the ancient scroll that Long Yi gave him and read it carefully.

The first half of the ancient scroll records sporadic records in the fantasy world of Liuji Mountain, while the second half looks more like a travelogue.

Thousands of words are written eloquently, recording the seventy-two famous mountains in which a slovenly Taoist faked his death and escaped, descending to Xuankong Mountain to travel around the world, leaving traces behind.

etc……

"Seventy-two peaks facing Xuankong?"

Chu Tianyi's eyes trembled and he caught the key point:

"Could it be that the 'Illusion of Immortals and Demons' left by the sloppy Taoist has more than one entry point? Perhaps the crisis foreseen by the supernatural power is not the illusion itself, but an outsider like me?!"

Buzz~

With a thought in his mind, Chu Tianyi once again activated his magical powers, although it was very burdensome for him to activate his magical powers continuously in a short period of time.

[…You carefully enter the fairyland and the fantasy world…You are very shocked and excited, and you pull out the unnamed Thousand Refining Divine Blade…]

【you are dead! 】

"???"

Again, dead again? !

This time, Chu Tianyi was really moved.

After nine years of hard work in the Zangfeng Valley, he not only created a suitable army for himself, but also lit up the furnace, recast hundreds of scriptures, and stepped into the realm of a master.

With his two unparalleled magical skills, he knew that the world was vast and there was nothing he could not do.

how come……

Come again!

Chu Tianyi gritted his teeth.

[...You pulled out the Thousand Refining Divine Blade...you died...]

[You pull out...]

【you are dead……】

…

After many attempts, Chu Tianyi had to stop and his face turned pale.

At this time, a thought lingered in his mind:

"Why do I have to draw my sword?"

This time, the interval was very long. It was not until the sky was bright that Chu Tianyi regained some of his complexion and activated the 'anticipate the future'.

[You must make up your mind that you will never draw your sword unless absolutely necessary...]

[You entered the fairyland, and you were very shocked and excited...]

【you are dead! 】

"..."

Chu Tian's clothes were messy in the wind.

For a moment, he almost wanted to give up entering this fairyland, but in just a moment, he put an end to this idea.

Chu Tianyi calmly concentrated, closed his eyes and sat quietly. Every once in a while, he activated his magical power, and the cycle continued. When he opened his eyes again, it was already two days and one night later.

As far as the eye could see, the sky darkened again, and at the bottom of the sword peak in front of them, there was a faint white light, as soft as clouds and mist, spreading slowly.

"call!"

He took a long breath and calmed down the throbbing in his heart.

Looking back at the distant mountains, he knew that far away, his master was also paying attention to this place.

He understood that this trip to the fairyland was both an opportunity and a test.

In the final analysis, he was not the only one who cultivated the 'seed' that the sect worked hard to cultivate, and the existence of those few people could not be hidden from him.

If you don't have the power to dominate your peers, you will be replaced sooner or later. A large sect will never bet on just one person.

"A test..."

Chu Tianyi's heart skipped a beat and he stepped into the mountain.

I want to see who you are! !

…

…

when!

when!

when!

The crisp and long jade bell echoed in the clouds and mist.

The morning glow breaks, and the red sun rises in the east. The hot golden light passes through the clouds and becomes scattered, reflecting the Taoist temple located on the top of the mountain, shining brightly.

With its towering peak reaching into the clouds and cliffs as sharp as swords, at first glance, the Taoist temple seems to be hanging in mid-air, hence the name "Xuankong Mountain".

Located on the top of the peak, the Taoist temple is naturally not big, it can even be said to be small, with seven front and back rooms and hundreds of wing rooms.

Compared to other major sects in the world, this Taoist temple is almost shabby.

When~

The bell rings three times, and the morning class ends.

Looking outside, on a high platform that looks like white jade, dozens of Taoists opened their mouths in unison, and as the strong wind roared, there seemed to be dense purple air rolling in.

Different from Lanke Temple and Zhujian Villa, Xuankong Mountain does not accept anyone to become a disciple, but instead seeks disciples.

In each generation, the Seven Meridians Combined Attack recruits forty-nine disciples, and in the end, only seven true successors will be left.

Externally known as 'Xuankong Seven Sons'.

Those who lose in the competition will go down the mountain to find another way out. Among them, there are many founders of sects. Over thousands of years, they have so many branches that they are the most powerful among all Taoist sects.

There is a faint momentum to replace the 'Xuan Yi Sect' and become the ancestral home of Taoism.

In the Hanging Temple, master and disciple live in harmony. Every day before and after the morning bell, they will gather in front of the white jade platform, breathing in the purple energy of the morning sun and refining their own 'pure Yang energy'.

The purple energy dissipated and all the Taoists dispersed.

Sitting on the high platform, the old Taoist with an unattractive appearance suddenly spoke and called one of them:

"Qingting."

At the end of the seating, a young Taoist priest wearing a green Taoist robe, with handsome features and deep eyes stopped when he heard the words, turned around and bowed:

"Headmaster."

"Qingting, you don't need to participate in the subsequent compilation of the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List'. Your senior brother 'Qingdu' will be responsible for contacting the Jinyiwei."

The old man spoke.

"yes……"

Lu Qingting nodded in agreement and said, "Is this what the disciple did wrong?"

"No, you did a good job, but there are more important things for you to do than the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List'."

Old Taoist Xuanwei shook his head slightly.

"Something more important?"

Lu Qingting was slightly startled:

"Is there anything more important than the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List'? This list is related to the 'Book of the Earth'..."

It is no secret that Xuankongshan and the imperial court worked together to compile the Splendid Mountains and Rivers List, and he has been responsible for this matter over the years.

It is the most important thing in contemplation.

"No one knows whether the 'Book from the Ground' will be successful or not. We only agreed to the emperor's request because we did not want to offend the imperial court."

Old Taoist Xuanwei shook his head slightly, and then said seriously:

"Everyone in the world is chasing the Earth Book. My Xuankong Mountain is no longer as grand as it used to be. It's better not to join in the fun. What Pindao wants you to do is related to the future of our sect."

"Um?!"

Lu Qingting's heart skipped a beat.

About the future of Hanging Mountain?

This was the first time he had seen the headmaster with such an attitude, solemn and even uneasy.

Who is Taoist Xuanwei?

The master of Xuankong Mountain is the leader in Taoism in the world. He is recognized as the most holy master in the world. His Taoism and martial arts are among the best in the world.

He is only one Dao Fruit away from the Martial Saint. When it comes to martial arts background, he is probably no less than many Martial Saints in the world.

And today, Xuankong Mountain is ranked as one of the three major sects in the world. There are all kinds of masters and uncles of the sect on the top, and there are all kinds of branches scattered all over the world below.

Who can shake the future of Hanging Mountain?

"One thousand two hundred years ago, the reason why the Patriarch faked his death at Jinding was to cut off the fate entanglement with Xuankong Mountain..."

Old Taoist Xuanwei could clearly see Lu Qingting's doubts, but instead of answering them, he kept to himself and told an old story.

"Is it related to the ancestor?"

Lu Qingting calmed down.

"...The Patriarch found seventy-two divine peaks in the world, and used his own energy as a guide, and the power of the mountains and rivers in the world to suppress the 'page of the Book of the Underworld' somewhere in the world..."

"The Patriarch suppressed a page of the Book of the Underworld? The reason why he faked his death was not to implicate the sect?"

Lu Qingting was a little stunned.

This was actually the first time he heard these words. There was no record of them in the sect’s ancient books.

"The Patriarch is a heavenly being! However, the Book of the Underworld is the legendary treasure of the underworld. What comes late will eventually come."

Old Taoist Xuanwei sighed softly:

"The 'Illusion of Immortals and Demons' left behind by our ancestors is about to be born. With your 'Divine Movement', which is the fastest in the world, you can make a difference for me.

Get back the master's sword, the 'Seven Tribulations Sword'. "

Lu Qingting digested it for a while before nodding:

"Disciple understands."

"Don't be careless."

Seeing that he agreed, Master Xuanwei warned:

"The Patriarch borrowed the seventy-two divine peaks to suppress the land line back then, and invisibly owed those famous mountains and rivers. Therefore, the fantasy world of immortals and demons will appear in those seventy-two divine peaks at the same time..."

"You have to be careful."

"Master, don't worry."

Lu Qingting smiled slightly:

"My disciple is not good at fighting, but his escape skills are the best in the world."

After that, he bowed and said goodbye.

No matter how he moved, his figure had disappeared from the spot, and a moment later, he had arrived at the mountain gate ten miles away.

His speed was so fast that even Taoist Xuanwei, who was just a step away from Wu Sheng, couldn't help but look sideways.

"Mystical powers..."

The old Taoist priest murmured and closed his eyes.

He studied Confucianism in his youth, became famous among scholars, became a monk in his middle age, and was known as a true Taoist practitioner. He had also reached the door of the Martial Saint without practicing martial arts with all his heart.

Even taking charge of Xuankong Mountain seems to be a matter of course without any hindrance.

However, he still has no Taoist results...

call!

In the thick sky, Lu Qingting appeared in a flash, hanging in the air and looking in front of him. On the only way down the mountain, someone blocked the way.

The autumn wind blows slowly, and the old trees with few branches and leaves sway in the wind.

Wearing a snow-white Taoist robe and an exquisite appearance, the woman was looking at the distant mountains under the tree with her hands behind her back, surrounded by the light mist blown by the wind.

It's like a fairy who came to the world to banish an immortal, or a fairy in a painting.

"Teacher, senior sister?"

Lu Qingting looked slightly tense.

The person in front of him is his senior sister, the first and only confirmed ‘Xuankong Seven Sons’ of their generation.

Gu Qingyi.

"Junior brother, where are you going?"

The lady in white wears a crown and smiles:

"Take me one?"

"no."

Lu Qingting took a step back and shook his head in refusal.

The female crown was pacing, and Lu Qingting kept retreating. Repeatedly, one person walked more than ten feet, and the other person retreated more than ten feet.

And just when Lu Qingting was about to run away, Nu Guan spoke.

"No, forget it."

Unexpectedly, the female crown did not force him. She just took out a glass of wine from somewhere and handed it to her junior brother to see him off.

Unexpectedly, seeing this glass of wine, Lu Qingting's body trembled suddenly, almost triggering his 'divine walk' to run away.

There are seven ‘seeds’ in Xuankong Mountain today, some of whom are stronger than himself, but he is confident of his ‘divine speed’ and never afraid.

He is really afraid of the one in front of him.

“Meng Po Soup again?”

Lu Qingting’s eyes were full of vigilance. God knows how long it took him to remember the three words ‘Meng Po Soup’:

“Senior sister, don’t even think about me drinking another glass of wine from you…”

“Really?”

Gu Qingyi smiled slightly.

“You?!”

Lu Qingting was shocked and felt dizzy, and his spirit was in a trance.

“Junior brother?”

He vaguely heard the call of his senior sister and opened his eyes:

“Senior sister? You…”

“Is it too hard to practice? Why do you suddenly become dazed while walking?”

Gu Qingyi was a little worried.

"Thank you for your worry, Senior Sister. I'm fine."

Shaking his gray head, Lu Qingting forced a smile, thinking that he practiced too hard:

"Senior Sister, where are we going?"

"You~"

Gu Qingyi sighed helplessly:

"You forgot, the head ordered me to go and retrieve the 'Seven Tribulations Sword', and asked you to drive the car and carry the sedan chair for me..."

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