Chapter 291 Nie Shentong
This old man was none other than Nie Shentong, the supreme elder of Longwu Mountain who had reached the late Baodan stage of cultivation.
The previous leader, Nie Qiuzhen, was Nie Shentong's senior brother who grew up with him. The two had always been on par with each other in cultivation and had a deep brotherly friendship. Unfortunately, while traveling, Nie Qiuzhen was ambushed by several Jindan cultivators and eventually died heroically in battle, leaving the huge burden of the entire Longwu Mountain to Nie Shentong.
But Nie Shentong was a lazy person and was not willing to succeed as the head of the sect. In the end, he let Nie Qinghe, a disciple of Nie Qiuzhen, take over as the head of the sect, and he himself enjoyed a leisurely life as a supreme elder who did not care about worldly affairs.
During the day, when the golden elixir of the so-called Jianjia Sanren came, Nie Shentong was actually watching secretly. He had heard some rumors about Jianjia Sanren a long time ago and knew that this person was ruthless and would do anything to achieve his goals. He guessed that Jianjia Sanren would come again, but he didn't expect that the other party would sneak into the sect's back mountain mausoleum in the middle of the night and even forcibly summon the heroic spirits of their ancestors!
When the appearance of his senior brother Nie Qiuzhen appeared again, Nie Shentong almost bit his back teeth to pieces with hatred!
Jianjia Sanren is so abominable, he cannot be allowed to stay today! "Stop!"
Just when Ning Daoran was about to search the soul and ask for the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra, suddenly a huge wave of blood and energy exploded from the forest not far away, and then an old man in a short shirt and full of energy walked out of the forest with a lot of fist intent.
"snort……"
Ning Daoran was so skilled that he had already discovered that there was someone hiding in the forest, but he was too lazy to point it out. He smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, are you Nie Shentong, the Grand Elder of Longwu Mountain?"
"Fellow Daoist Jianjia has a good method!"
Nie Shentong put his hands behind his back, and the strong fist spirit around him condensed into a wall, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground. He strode over and said coldly, "Is it too much to disturb the ancestors of Longwu Mountain?"
Ning Daoran looked apologetic, "I had no choice but to do this. I have admired your Dragon Demon Heart Sutra for a long time, but my sincere request was rejected. The head of the sect, Nie Qinghe, insisted that he would never reveal the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. I had no choice but to come and get it myself. I hope you can understand my impertinence."
"Hmph, that sounds nice!"
Nie Shentong narrowed his eyes and sneered, "In my Eastern Wasteland Immortal Cultivation World, whether it is the immortal sect or our martial arts sect, all the inherited unique skills have always been kept secret. But it is not impossible to make exceptions. There are many cases of people taking out the sect's unique skills and making friends with a supreme immortal in order to seek the sect's protection."
His eyes turned cold: "But Daoist Jianjia, do you think you are worthy? Even if I, Longwushan, give you the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra, what can you do for Longwushan? To protect Longwushan's century-old heritage?"
"It's not impossible." Ning Daoran smiled indifferently.
"How shameless!"
Nie Shentong suddenly clenched his fist, and his aura suddenly surged. Wisps of deep red blood energy rose up behind him and condensed into the shape of a blood-colored real dragon. The aura surged so much that even Ning Daoran felt that his blood energy was suppressed to the point where he could hardly circulate flexibly.
The Dragon Demon Heart Sutra in the late Baodan stage is really impressive!
"If you want the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra, you must defeat me first!"
Nie Shentong roared and threw a punch immediately. The moment his fist was thrown, the deafening dragon roar kept shaking the eardrums. The fallen leaves in half of the stele forest were even stirred to dance like dragons, rising and falling like the tides with Nie Shentong's breathing.
"In that case, I'm sorry!"
Ning Daoran smiled calmly. He didn't mind a fight.
Nie Shentong was only in the late Baodan stage. Even though he had cultivated the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to an extremely high level, he was already old after all, and his blood and energy were rapidly depleted. No matter how strong he was, he could never be stronger than Long Zhuojun, the former lord of the White Dragon Immortal City.
Ning Daoran waved his sleeves, and the twenty-first level of the Eternal Green Art surged, transforming into a huge emerald green vine arm that collided fiercely with Nie Shentong's punch.
"Bang~~~"
With a loud bang, the magic power of Changqing Jue collapsed one after another, and Nie Shentong's fist power was instantly dissolved. He stepped back three steps, with a look of shock and anger on his face. Such a thick and mysterious wood-attributed magic power, is this something that a person in the middle stage of Jindan can possess?
He, Nie Shentong, had killed a mid-stage Jindan cultivator with three punches before? He had even fought against multiple late-stage Jindan cultivators before, and he had never lost. But why was he not as good as this kid today?
Thinking of this, Nie Shentong stomped his feet suddenly, and his powerful fists danced wildly. In an instant, he condensed the dragon demon state of mind again. There were constant popping sounds from the joints all over his body, and his whole aura seemed to turn into an ancient beast in an instant.
"rise!"
Ning Daoran was too lazy to talk nonsense, and he slapped his storage bag. Suddenly, a series of formation flags and formation plates flew out. In a blink of an eye, tender golden bamboo forests rose up in the air around him, and he directly slapped a water cloud golden bamboo sword formation! This sword formation was just made not long ago, and it was the time when the essence was the most concentrated! Stepping on the sword formation, Ning Daoran floated up, and countless reed sword intents emerged below. This time, he did not use the Liangyi Sword Art. To fight a warrior of Nie Shentong's level, the reed sword art plus the water cloud golden bamboo sword formation is enough! "Daoyou really have good means. Since you are so confident, take my punch!"
Nie Shentong soared into the air, his whole body filled with powerful fist energy, and his powerful punch seemed to break through the sky covered by the Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation.
Ning Daoran did not summon the flying sword, but just raised his hand and pointed, attracting hundreds of Jianjia sword qi to attack. Immediately, the Jianjia sword qi wrapped countless bamboo leaves to act as sword qi, and immediately a sword rainstorm was brought down, "crackling" and pouring down on Nie Shentong's body.
"you……"
Nie Shentong's fist was halfway extended when he was attacked by countless dense sword energy. For a moment, the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra fist energy in his body became thinner and even began to break.
"Whatever!"
He fell down suddenly, stomped the ground hard with his feet, took a breath, and soared into the air again!
"go!"
Ning Daoran had already drawn out the Autumn Water Sword, raised the blade and swung it down. Suddenly, a huge sword light at least tens of feet long fell from the sky, carrying with it a rain-like bamboo leaf sword energy, and poured down on Nie Shentong's body again.
“Puff, puff, puff~~”
The sound of the storm was thick and huge, gradually drowning out the dragon roar of the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. The huge sword light fell straight down and instantly collided with the opponent's strong fist force, but the bamboo leaf sword energy as dense as heavy raindrops was all knocked down, leaving scars on Nie Shentong's body.
Even though he was a martial artist in the late Baodan stage, Nie Shentong was still unable to resist the Return to Nature-level Jianjia Sword Technique amplified by the sword formation!
“Come again!”
Nie Shentong's killing intent was aroused, and his blood was boiling. After taking another breath, the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra was invigorated, and it was as if there was a blood-colored real dragon roaring around him, and the fist intent in the sky rose again! Ning Daoran's eyes were cold.
The moment he swung the Autumn Water Sword again, his mind moved, and suddenly a golden sword flew out from his brow. The small flying sword rushed out like a golden fish, mixed in with the tender golden bamboo leaves, and once again smashed down on the late Baodan martial artist who was unwilling to lose.
"Boom boom boom~~~"
Amidst the dense noises, Nie Shentong punched out, and a huge fist covering several feet soared into the sky, but was suppressed by a sword halfway. Then countless sword energy raindrops fell, smashing Nie Shentong's protective fist again, leaving scars of varying depths.
But this time it's not entirely the Jianjia Sword Technique.
“Swish!”
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A ray of golden light suddenly burst out from countless bamboo leaves and instantly reached Nie Shentong's forehead. The sword body made a "buzzing" sound and kept spinning rapidly on the spot. Wherever the tip of the sword pointed, Nie Shentong's protective fist was directly pierced, and the skin at his forehead cracked silently.
"you……"
The old warrior in the late Baodan stage was stunned, and his heart was inexplicably shrouded in great fear! He knew very well that he had died once just now. If the other party had not shown mercy, he would have died under this sword. That short tender golden flying sword was really not simple! "Stop!"
Nie Shentong's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly took a half step back, leaving the range of the golden sword's aura.
Ning Daoran waved his hand and retracted the golden sword into his body.
"Daoist Fellow Jianjia is truly extraordinary."
Nie Shentong frowned and clasped his fists: "In a battle of wits, I admit defeat. That golden sword is truly powerful. If it weren't for you showing mercy, I'm afraid I would have met with an unfortunate end in my old age!"
"Thank you."
Ning Daoran clasped his fists and smiled: "Fellow Daoist Nie, can you please make a copy of the complete Dragon Demon Heart Sutra for me now? I can exchange it with enough treasures, and I promise not to pass on the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to others."
"I cannot agree to what you are asking for."
Nie Shentong raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "The ancestors of Longwu Mountain have long ago set a rule that the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra will never be passed on to others, unless the other party has an unparalleled talent for martial arts."
He frowned and said, "At present, I have only seen the peerless talent of Daoist Jianjia in cultivating immortals, but have never seen Daoist Jianjia's talent in martial arts. Unless Daoist Jianjia can defeat me with martial arts, then I will be willing to admit defeat and will consider offering the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to you with both hands!"
Ning Daoran had already started cursing in his heart.
You old fox, you talk nicely, but you still want to bully me, right? Ning Daoran is an immortal cultivator after all. He is good at the Evergreen Art, Jianjia Sword Art, formations and magic weapons, but in terms of martial arts... he only has the Return to Nature Body Tempering Art to support him. How can he be a match for Nie Shentong?
"Fellow Daoist, don't you think you are forcing others to do something against their will?" Ning Daoran smiled indifferently.
Although Nie Shentong was covered in blood, he still had an extraordinary demeanor. He crossed his arms and said, "You were the one who asked for the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. Since you said the word 'ask', you must have an attitude of asking. Am I wrong?"
"Whatever."
Ning Daoran had an idea: "I will go down the mountain right now, learn a few punches and kicks in Jicheng, and then go up the mountain to meet my Taoist friend another day."
"Nie won't send you off!"
Looking at Ning Daoran's receding back, Nie Shentong's lips curled up slightly. A cultivator began to practice blood and boxing. Some of them practiced, but even if this person was gifted, if he wanted to beat himself in boxing, he might not be able to do it even if he was given a hundred years.
Nie Shentong's life span is running out, and what happens a hundred years later will be taken care of by his descendants, and has nothing to do with him.
At this moment, Nie Shentong suddenly felt relaxed all over, so he turned around and went back to the cabin to drink.
…
Half an hour later.
There was silence in the forest of steles, but a figure quietly emerged from underground!
Search the soul, you must get the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra, even if it is not complete, practice it first! It's a new month, please give me some monthly tickets, brothers, I have been working hard and not paying attention to what's happening outside the window during this period, and I have performed very well~~~ (End of this chapter)