Chapter 327 Mo Yuan, Ju Zi greeted each other, someone challenged.
"Xu Du is really impressive, he has already been promoted to Jie Dao realm." Chen Haichao was silent for a while, and then sighed, "Forget it, you should go and see for yourself, he is in the Huasheng Palace."
"Ah? What is Junior Brother Ling doing in the Huasheng Hall?" Xue Lingzi looked puzzled, but Chen Haichao did not say anything. Instead, he waved his hand and let him leave.
Pushing open the dusty door, Xue Lingzi walked into the Huasheng Hall in confusion.
In the transparent crystal container in the hall, which looked like a fish tank, there was a head with most of its scalp peeled off and the brain vaguely visible, floating in it, uttering painful moans from time to time.
The head vaguely shows the appearance of Ling Xudu.
On that day, he leaped forward, intending to merge and occupy the corpse of a strong man from the Morokko clan of the ancient demon royal family. However, even though his hatred was as strong as a mountain and his will was as hard as iron, and he had the help of Shen Haichao's blood essence, his 25% success rate was still too low.
It is not easy to achieve success overnight.
If it weren't for Chen Haichao's guarding by his side and taking timely action, he would have barely saved his life. Unfortunately, he has now become a brain in a jar.
"You...you are Senior Brother Xue Lingzi?" Ling Haichao spit bubbles in the black juice in the crystal jar. His eyeballs suddenly dilated, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and a trace of panic and surprise flashed in his eyes.
“Junior brother Ling, you…” The young man in blood-stained clothes was heartbroken when he saw that the handsome junior brother Ling in his memory had turned into a person that looked neither human nor ghost.
Half an hour later.
Xue Lingzi's knuckles turned white, and he said in hatred, "Don't worry, Junior Brother, I will help you avenge your hatred."
"With your current cultivation level, killing this man is as easy as killing a chicken."
"If this person can attend the Great Qin Dharma Assembly, that would be even better. I will definitely use the Image Jade to make a copy of his image for you to enjoy and play with slowly."
"Thank you, Brother!"
"Why are you and I being so polite to each other, brothers?"
Inside the main hall, the two brothers smiled at each other, and everything was said without words.
…. ….The stars hang low over the vast plain, and the moon rises over the flowing river.
Yi Chen led Han Xinyue to run quickly across the wilderness. The strong wind they created pressed down all the grass around them, and some weeds with hard roots were even broken by the huge wind pressure.
This is the result of being stubborn with Yi Chengzi.
The Taoist passed the post, and only the grass remained! Under the moonlight, Yi Chen's expression was deep, and his body instinctively sensed danger and avoided it, crossing the long river of natural dangers, as if he had turned on automatic cruise control. At this moment, his consciousness had already escaped deep into his body.
After the battle with the Purple Crystal Demon, Yi Chen finally completed the deduction of the Sky-piercing Heavenly Punishment move, but after all, it was a beginner's move, so it was still a bit rough and not perfect enough. Taking advantage of the opportunity to hurry on his way, he had the opportunity to think about and polish it.
Time passed bit by bit, until the first ray of morning light shone into Yi Chen's eyes. His eyelids moved slightly, and his main consciousness regained control of his body.
“Although it was dangerous to face the Purple Crystal Demon this time, I also gained a lot. After I realized the Heaven Punishment Sky-High Technique, the cultivators in the late Jie Dao realm are like chickens and dogs in front of me.”
"But now there is one thing worth considering. What kind of person is the Majesty Asuna mentioned by the demon? And what about the sudden change that happened a few days ago without any signs?"
When Yi Chen thought of this, a hint of worry appeared in his eyes. However, he had not forgotten the powerful existence named Po Xun in the Ruins of Nirvana.
Just a part of his flesh and blood possessed such power that it created a figure like Venerable Black Lotus.
Yi Chen felt that there was a big net slowly falling towards the human realm and even the fifth realm. In the future, everyone would have to make a choice.
However, within the Five Realms, there has not been a powerful figure who has surpassed the Palm of the Dao realm for many years, and the Lord of Soldiers is the last recorded person.
“Even if it costs a little this time, we must get the Heaven and Earth Divine Gate Qi.”
"The weak can only wait for judgment, only the strong can control their own destiny."
Bathed in the rising sun, Yi Chen had a determined look on his face. The golden light cast upon his whole body, making him look like a god. A powerful feeling came over him. Han Xinyue, who was riding a loyal leopard behind Yi Chen, was actually a little dazed for a moment.
Three days later, a towering mountain stood above the earth.
The mountain is verdant and ancient, huge and towering. The setting sun dyes the clouds in the sky red. At the foot of the mountain, there are fields and paths, and the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard. Men and women come and go, planting and farming, all with wooden oxen and flowing horses. It seems that monks live and work together with ordinary people here.
The Mohist School has been divided into two factions since a major change thousands of years ago. One branch of the Mohist School joined the Qin court and was called Qin Mo. Juzi of that generation believed that the turmoil in the world and the infighting among the sects were far-reaching disasters, not to mention the continuous wars among the seven kingdoms. In order to seek innovation and change, Juzi traveled to the seven kingdoms in Dongzhou and finally chose to join the least prominent Qin Kingdom among the seven kingdoms. He helped the King of Qin to sweep across the world and ended the continuous wars among the seven kingdoms.
Juzi believed that he compromised out of consideration for reality and chose the lesser of two evils. However, this move was criticized by many people of the new and old generations. They believed that Juzi had betrayed the ideals of Mohism.
Therefore, some Mohist disciples who did not agree with the practices of that generation of Juzi moved to Yunmo Mountain and continued to practice their ideals.
Later, the monks of Yunmo Mountain were called the Yunmo lineage, which has become increasingly precarious over the past thousands of years. If Qin Mo had not secretly helped them many times out of the bond of being from the same origin, I'm afraid that this great Yunmo Mountain would have changed its name several times.
To Yi Chen's surprise, there was not only Old Han waiting to greet him at the foot of the mountain, but also a white-haired old man and a sturdy middle-aged man with an arrogant look and eagerness to try.
"I am Bai Siming, the disciple of Yunmo Mountain, and I am waiting for the arrival of Taoist Master Yinlong!" The white-haired old man looked at the majestic Taoist who was walking towards him with a proud and heroic manner, and bowed.
Yi Chen's eyes suddenly froze when he saw this.
"Hiss, it's Yunmoshan Juzi who comes to greet me personally. I have such a big name." Thinking of this, his chest puffed out even higher.
…. … .Not attacking the palace.
Enter, sit down and be served tea.
After some greetings, Yi Chen finally knew that Yunmoshan Juzi would come down the mountain to greet him.
His reputation as the Taoist master of Hidden Dragon Sect, Guang Feng Ji Yue, had even spread to Yunmo Mountain.
He traveled thousands of miles to Zeyang City just to investigate the disappearance of the monk, without any selfless intent, only to benefit others.
Yi Chen didn't know how Old Han helped him brag. He actually suppressed the news that he had received two rare items from him, the Ice Jade and the Fire Jade, and created an extremely great and glorious image for him.
"Master Yinlong is eager to help others and has traveled thousands of miles to save people. He has the spirit of an ancient Mo master. Later, he rescued the world-traveling sparrow dragon of our Yunmo Mountain. The people of Yunmo Mountain are deeply grateful."
“.….”
In a roundabout way, the white-haired old man was secretly testing Yi Chen's attitude, wanting him to join Yunmo Mountain.
Damn, Juzi is really good at judging people.
Yi Chen quietly glanced at Old Han, who was looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and could only look around and talk about something else.
No matter what, he used the Qilin Armor very smoothly and it was impossible for him to retreat.
Seeing that he didn't respond, the middle-aged man sitting next to Juzi, who looked very imposing , was not happy. He glanced around and said in a deep voice, "After Junior Brother Quelong woke up, he kept saying that Taoist Master Yinlong was very wise. He always said something shocking and to the point. I wonder what the Master thinks of the difference between Wu Yunmoshan and Qin Mo?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room fell silent, and everyone turned their heads to look at Yi Chen.
"Qin Mo is realistic, Qin Mo is good."
"Yun Mo's ideals have not changed despite all the hardships. Yun Mo is also good."
Yi Chen was silent for a second, drank the cup of tea on the table, then raised his head and grinned at everyone.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
At this moment, he, Taoist Yi, was possessed by Master Qingtang and began to act stupid.
The struggle for orthodoxy is the most dangerous. If the news here is spread by someone with ulterior motives, it will inevitably cause trouble. That's why he will not comment on this matter sharply.
Although he is not afraid, he hates trouble.
That night, the people from the Feigong Hall fully witnessed Taoist Yinlong's nonsense literature, and everyone was amazed. A hint of disappointment flashed in Bai Siming's eyes, but he didn't say much. Later, he took the lead in talking only about romantic anecdotes and secrets of ancient and modern times, and behaved very gracefully. The banquet ended late at night.
On the second day, at the foot of the back side of Yunmo Mountain, a loyal leopard was dragging a heavy and strange carriage. He was wearing a hard armor with two strange metal wings inserted horizontally on the armor. Several metal tubes connected the carriage. He looked like an iron Garuru and was scratching himself out of boredom, behaving a bit like a dog.
This carriage and the equipment on the Loyal Leopard are Yunmoshan's gifts of thanks. Relying on these equipments, the Loyal Leopard can climb mountains and wade through rivers as if walking on flat ground. It can even pull the carriage to fly and make long-distance raids, making the Loyal Leopard more adept when it transforms into the role of a tool leopard.
If the guide rails connecting the carriages are removed, the Loyal Leopard can rely on the armor on its body to escape at an even more astonishing speed.
"Master Yinlong, I wonder what you think of this little trick that Mo Yuan came up with overnight?" The middle-aged sturdy man grinned at Yi Chen, and a hint of pride appeared on his face.
The armor on the Loyal Leopard and the carriage were made by this man. As a candidate for the next generation of Master of Yunmo Mountain, he is quite capable.
"It is really a masterpiece of ingenuity. I admire it." Yi Chen was also amazed by it. This is much better than the handmade Geng. It is really useful! "Since the Taoist priest admires it, please fight with me before you leave!"
"If you lose, how about joining my Yunmo Mountain? I hope you can answer the questions from last night truthfully. If you win, I, Mo Yuan, will owe you a favor. If you need to refine any magical tools in the future, I, Mo Yuan, do have some tricks up my sleeve."
"I've heard that Taoist Master Yinlong single-handedly killed the Immortal Sword Mother and severely injured the evil Ling Xudu of the Yuling Shengkui Sect. I, Mo Yuan, would like to learn from him."
"Mo Yuan has practiced for half his life and has reached the middle stage of Jie Dao. He also spent a lot of effort to tailor a set of combat equipment for himself. He succeeded a few days ago. Taoist Yinlong was able to kill the Purple Crystal Demon from Zeyang City. His cultivation must be unfathomable. Mo Yuan, you want to try it!"
As he spoke, it was as if he had opened a magic armor. The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. A huge bamboo tube on his back was unsheathed with a sound of "bo", and countless bamboo slips and strange metal tools flew out in an instant. There were actually thousands of parts.
As soon as these parts flew out, they immediately attached themselves to the middle-aged man like a divine decree. In an instant, a giant like a mecha appeared at the foot of the mountain. There were two huge gun muzzles on the giant's shoulder armor, and there were several strange metal cylinders on the sides of his thighs and arms.
The left arm has been covered with a thick metal part. Two huge cylinders, one large and one small, are put on the left arm. Eighteen tubes like ship machine guns are hidden in the circular metal ring, emitting a cold light. The smaller metal sleeve is as smooth as a mirror.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Yuan had transformed into a battle fortress.
Halfway up the Yunmo Mountain, two white-haired old men stood with their hands behind their backs, looking at the scene below the mountain.
"Brother, how can you treat a guest like this? Mo Yuan is very talented. Although he doesn't focus on cultivation, the strange fighting equipment he has researched is really extraordinary. It would be bad if he hurts Taoist Yinlong."
Bai Siming looked at his junior fellow disciple who looked older than himself and sighed, "Mo Yuan is arrogant because of his talent, and he only cares about external things. Unfortunately, none of the disciples in my Yunmo Mountain who practice diligently can defeat him. Even when he goes down the mountain to compete with other cultivators, he rarely loses, and he often defeats the strong with the weak."
"Don't worry, Junior Brother. I've seen that Taoist Master Yinlong has a heavy and condensed aura like a mountain. A person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree. This person is definitely not a weakling. If he can make Mo Yuan restrain himself a little, it will be a good thing."
"Don't underestimate Taoist Master Yinlong. His cultivation is probably even better than Mo Yuan's!"
"What?" The old man beside Bai Siming widened his eyes upon hearing that. He knew the power of Mo Yuan's attack, which was already close to the embryonic stage of palm technique.
The Mohists of Yunmo Mountain have always adhered to the original philosophy of Juzi, taking "universal love" and "non-aggression" as the highest ideals. However, after several twists and turns, the flat-headed Mohists of Yunmo Mountain have also restrained themselves a lot. Mo Yuan has looked back on the ups and downs of Yunmo Mountain over thousands of years. He believes that if he wants to realize Juzi's ideals, Yunmo Mountain must control the most powerful violence.
Studying the weapons he would use and arming himself was his first step, but his idea was not supported by the elders, who were unwilling to mobilize the resources of the entire Yunmo Mountain to change the path and be the first to do so.
His challenge to Yi Chen today was the result of careful consideration. If he could defeat the Taoist Hidden Dragon, whom even Juzi admired, with his absolute strength, then he would be able to convince Juzi to increase his support for him, including manpower and resources.
"Challenge?" Yi Chen looked Mo Yuan up and down, a smile on his face, as if he had seen through him.
He didn't say anything, but turned around and waved his hand, indicating that he had to leave.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Mo Yuan's face, but his ethics as a Mohist prevented him from taking action from behind and dragging Yi Chen into this gambling fight.
Just when the carriage in the distance had turned into the size of a soybean, suddenly the sound of wind and thunder was heard in the distance.
"Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan, if you can catch my halberd, I will accept your challenge!"
For a moment, an ecstatic look appeared on Mo Yuan's face, and a strong blue light began to emerge from the barrel of his left arm.
"I will raise my will to the heavens, and the heavens will bless me! My words will come true, and the explosion will come!"
“Heavenly Punishment Ling Xiao!”
(End of this chapter)