Chapter 445: Demons coming, foundation, the battle of the strongest, Master Yi's small test of his skills! (Part 1) (First update!)
The bright hall was covered with golden patterns. Countless cold lights shot out from the many strange crystal nodes on the walls, weaving into huge light mirrors.
"Everyone, the demons are cunning and the human situation is critical. Now there are only a few hours left before the demons arrive. How to fight against them? Do you have any good strategies?"
Ying Si's eyes wandered over the huge light mirror. A dragon-shaped light shadow was moving on the mirror, dividing the mirror into dozens of pictures. He looked at the cultivators in the grid mirror and could not help but said in a cold voice.
With the help of the Tianji Sundial and the God-exploring Array, the human realm responded to this unusual change very quickly. They organized the demon-exploring meeting within only three or four hours. The cultivators who could appear on this mirror at this moment were all people whose luck was suppressed by the major forces.
For example, Tu Lingjun is no longer in front of the Wuding Divine Sect's mirror. Instead, there is a skinny old man with black cloth wrapped around his eyes.
Everyone's eyes met. Inside the Tai Shang Taoist sect, a young Taoist wearing a lotus crown was sitting cross-legged on a huge black and white chessboard. His clear eyes revealed a sense of vicissitudes of life. When he saw that the other practitioners were silent, he was the first to break the silence.
"I just heard from your majesty that the demons are favored by heaven, and the suppression they face is not as strong as ours. Most of the four great demon lords are at the fourth level of breaking the limit."
"With the national strength of the Qin Empire and your Majesty's cultivation, you should be most familiar with the major sects in Dongzhou and Zhongzhou. Your Majesty, please tell us how to repel the enemy."
"In the face of such major issues, Your Majesty can trust my uncle Huan." The young Taoist said in a clear voice, his tone was neither fast nor slow, like the meandering of a mountain spring.
Such demeanor made Yue Qingping look at him a little more.
"Okay, this is an urgent matter, so I won't keep you in suspense. Everyone, please take out whatever you have in your box."
"But I have to say this in advance. At this critical moment, if there are still people who are cunning and try to get away with it, after this incident, I will use the power of the Great Qin to wipe out their entire family. Everyone, please don't say I didn't warn you."
"I can handle a demon lord, and True Lord Qingping can also handle it on his own..."
Half an hour later, the light and shadow disappeared.
Ying Si looked at the mysterious Taoist holding a flag and escaping into the distance, and his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.
"The depth of this mess of the Mingdeng Organization is unfathomable. If it weren't for this sudden change, I wouldn't have known that the Mingdeng Organization's True Lineage actually had such a terrifying master."
The Mingdeng organization has three major veins: 'virtual', 'real' and 'true'.
Among them, the lineage of virtual characters seemed extremely weak to Ying Si.
Cultivators fight for their lives against the heavens. As the Xu lineage is a surrender faction, it is difficult to expect that there will be any truly top figures in this lineage. Some of them are just a group of useless people who have lost their spirit and a bunch of dogs with broken spines. Naturally, it is difficult for them to reach a higher level.
However, despite this, the fact that there was such a master hidden in the Zhenzi lineage made Ying Si even more vigilant.
These are all uncontrollable factors. As an emperor, a true hero, he naturally hates such variables. In a brief conversation before, although this person spoke sincerely, Ying Si still felt that this person was hiding a lot of things.
The irony now is that he actually hopes that this mysterious Taoist who calls himself a weird doctor will become as powerful as possible.
"The holy Qi Huang, the master of evil doctors, speaks strange words to the doctor."
"Lang Qianhua, I hope you can truly withstand the attack of the Demon Lord-level expert and defend the gate."
Ying Si watched the mysterious Taoist Lang Qianhua leave, feeling a mixture of emotions in his heart.
After the discussion on investigating the demon, the leaders of all the major forces finally decided on the final response plan.
Ying Si was guarding a gate, and so was Yue Qingping. As for the Shenhui of Daguangming Mountain, Huan Shuzi of Taishang Taoist sect, the holy monk Tuoshan of Kutuo Temple, Jiashenmi of Xumituo Zen Temple and others, they joined forces with the Twelve Golden Men of Daqin to use a large formation to deal with a space portal.
As for the last space portal, after a brief exchange of three or two moves with Lang Qianhua, Ying Si could only let him try.
When one’s cultivation reaches their level, it is very difficult to tell each other’s true strength without a real life-and-death battle.
As for the other top sects, they sent out their own Taoist soldiers to follow Yue Qingping and Lang Qianhua to share some of the pressure with them, and then formed two teams of Taoist masters to provide support at any time. If either side was in a losing position, they would immediately provide support.
At this critical moment, the major forces in Zhongzhou and Dongzhou finally put aside their prejudices and truly joined forces.
On the Great Light Mountain, the Buddha’s son, with a majestic and wise appearance, was wearing a purple robe and holding a Vajra Pestle in his hand. He strode out of the Buddhist cave in the back mountain.
As he took a step forward, he actually left a mark in the air, and a swastika mark appeared under his feet, moving away towards the location decided upon during the demon-hunting meeting.
In Kutuo Temple, monk Tuoshan walked out of the Buddhist temple with a scroll of scriptures in his hand.
In the Wuding Divine Sect, in the Wangchuan River, the sound of water roared. A black coffin board was surfing in the water, going upstream, and suddenly reached the shore.
At the Sumeru Monastery, Kāśyapa took out the nine-tier lotus platform left by the founder.
In the Supreme Taoist sect, Huan Shuzi kowtowed three times in the ancestral temple. Three sharp spikes suddenly grew out of the lotus crown on his head and pierced into his scalp. For a moment, Huan Shuzi's momentum actually rose steadily. After kowtowed three times, Huan Shuzi took down the Supreme Demon-Slaying Sword that had been enshrined in the ancestral temple for tens of thousands of years, and walked out of the green mountain with the black and white chessboard.
When it comes to the luxury of magic weapons, this is the value of the Tai Shang Taoism that has inherited the legacy of the Taoist Master.
….One after another, masters walked out of their own places of hard training and activated the magic weapons used by their ancestors.
Compared with the Demon Realm, although the Human Realm has regressed and remains at the 60-level version, this does not prevent the ancestors of the Human Realm from being truly rich.
The human race has dominated the world for countless years and has plundered countless rare treasures from the world to refine treasures. These are all great treasures left behind by the big guys in the level 80 version. Although a huge price has to be paid every time they are used, each of these magic weapons is a means for the sect to suppress its luck.
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"The Emperor's divine power and saintly virtue are so great that they shock all directions!"
In front of a space portal that was about to appear, Ying Si sat high on a golden dragon throne in the clouds. His eyes were like deep lakes. In his golden pupils, a golden dragon was threatening to fly. Behind him were the elite Qin Ancestral Dragon Guards.
Thousands of golden flying boats were suspended in the sky like a fortress. The flying boats were like a giant date pit, airtight. The only open spaces were where terrifying gun barrels appeared.
There is no doubt that these are Qin Mo's work.
Ying Si looked dignified and solemn, without uttering a word. Invisible pressure spread in the space. No one knew what was truly in the mind of this thousand-year-old emperor who had reigned for many years.
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Qingping Mountain, take off!
"A thousand years of red dust are sealed in an instant."
"Half is God's will and half is nothing."
"Beards and eyebrows are all swept away by beautiful eyebrows."
"The sword overwhelms the world and displays its magical power."
The earth-shaking poetic calls resounded through the sky, and suddenly the wind howled, as if there were the sounds of gods beating drums, the sound of suona at dawn, the sound of flowing water in the mountains, the sound of birds paying homage to the phoenix, and many other strange melodies.
On the Qingping Mountain, the gate of Taiji Cave suddenly opened, and a peerless female nun walked out of the retreat without stepping on any dust.
She was wearing a Tai Chi Taoist robe, holding a sword in one hand and a zither in the other. She had a stunning appearance and an extraordinary temperament. There was a bright cinnabar dot between her eyebrows, and she was extremely beautiful.
Regarding this number one female True Lord in the world, the Great Qin State Master once privately commented that True Lord Qingping was as ethereal as a god. If she didn't open her mouth, perhaps among all the female cultivators in the world, only Yuanjun could compete with her with her broad mind.
Yue Qingping stood on the top of Qingping Mountain, with her head raised high. There was no one in the world. She stomped her lotus feet lightly, and a powerful sword energy emerged. She rose up again and quickly flew towards the location where the demon survey was scheduled.
The wind is like a flute, the water is turning rapidly, and the momentum rises suddenly from the deep valley.
The rain is fine and dense, and dark clouds are covering the sky, rushing across the vast expanse of land.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Qingping Mountain, the most sacred mountain in Central Continent that towers over the world, began to appear and disappear in Qingming.
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"The human world is covered by mountains and rivers, and the green mountains bury the loyal bones. Where in the world can we find the art of resurrection and break the way of heaven."
“Everyone says good medicine is bitter, but they don’t know that the most bitter thing in the world is to have no medicine!”
A faint sigh was heard from the sky, and the figure of a mysterious Taoist holding a levitating sword appeared. Seeing that there was no one around, he immediately started a large bonfire, took out a bunch of flamingo wings and honey from his storage ring, and began to roast them.
The grease fell to the ground, and the fragrance filled the air. The strange doctor Lang Qianhua's expression changed, and he took out a strange egg the size of a basketball, took out a jar of red soil, wrapped it up, and buried it in the soil under the campfire.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
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"Follow the right path, abandon evil thoughts, there is no boundary between black and white."
In another airspace, Huan Shuzi was sitting on a huge black and white chessboard. At this moment, he was awe-inspiring, and light was emanating from his lotus crown. It was clear that his cultivation was no less than that of a person who had broken through the limit three times.
In order to resist the Demon Lord who is about to cross the border, at the meeting to investigate the demon, Huan Shuzi proposed to set up the Tai Shang Taoism's first enemy-trapping formation, the Zhenlong chess formation, to resist the unprecedented demon.
On the nodes of the black and white chessboard, cultivators such as Shen Hui and Tuo Shan were standing on different sides. There were continuous spiritual fluctuations in the airspace, and they actually began to comprehend the changes in the formation.
"Everyone, please stay in your positions. I will be in charge of all changes in the formation."
"But there are still some changes, I want to share them with you fellow Taoists."
"First…"
Huan Shuzi is proficient in the art of black and white chess pieces. He met his mentor and began to practice when he was middle-aged. He was not very talented in the beginning, and his progress in cultivation was only above average in the Supreme Dao sect. The terrifying thing was that he never stopped and made breakthroughs one after another.
When his senior and junior brothers encountered bottlenecks and wasted half their lives, he was like the divine tortoise. His progress in cultivation was never the fastest, but he never stopped making progress.
After being refined by time and looking back again, he had become the number one disciple in the Tai Shang Taoist sect, followed by his uncle, and his master was surpassed by him.
At that time, some cultivators of the same generation as Huan Shuzi were jealous and said that Huan Shuzi acted like a divine tortoise and suggested that he should change his Taoist name to "Turtle Taoist".
Huan Shuzi smiled indifferently at these malicious rumors and slanders. He just gently opened the window of his bedroom and smiled at his indignant disciple who came to complain: "Fool, isn't the word turtle a good word?"
"The turtle represents stability, neither haste nor slowness, neither arrogance nor impatience, and stillness in movement and movement in stillness."
"Don't pay attention to those rumors. When they die, I will take some fruits to their graves to take a look at them."
Your bodies and reputations will be destroyed after your death, but the rivers and mountains will flow forever.
Sure enough, the thatched roofs of the graves of the contemporary monks who slandered Huan Shuzi are now more than ten feet high. Some of them have even lost their graves, and no one remembers their names anymore.
Under the leadership of Huan Shuzi, the Taishang Taoist sect has always been the most powerful sect, and the Dongzhou Taoist sect has even suppressed the Buddhist and demonic sects.
To this day, no one can shake Huan Shuzi's prestige in Taoism, and he even has an outstanding reputation in the demon and Buddhist sects.
When Ying Si asked Yi Chengzi, the state teacher of the Great Qin, for advice and comments on the monks of the world's sects, he read all the information from Huan Shuzi, and finally sighed and gave a four-word high evaluation.
“He’s so steady!”
Just as the human realm was frantically mobilizing troops and preparing to deal with the crisis of the Demon Lord's arrival, a little friction also occurred on Yi Chen's side.
"Elder, look how many people I brought with me?" As the Luan-headed Demon's voice of uncontrollable joy sounded, a black shield suddenly rose above the teleportation stone platform. However, with a faint light flowing on his body, the Luan-headed Demon ignored the shield's obstruction and came to the outside of the stone platform.
An old, majestic, phoenix-headed demon with two pairs of black wings walked out from the darkness with a big laugh.
Behind it followed a group of equally powerful eagle-headed demon guards, all armed to the teeth.
Magic light was flowing on the weapons and armor, and it was obvious that they were all top-quality magic weapons that had been carefully refined.
"Luan Rui, well done. Although you don't have the best bloodline concentration in your generation, you are the smartest one in my clan and have excellent vision."
"So many fools with excellent bloodline power were tricked here in a short time."
"Once I get the secret technique in the hands of the Blood-Patterned Demon, I will report it to the clan leader, teach you the secret technique, grant you blood, and greatly increase your potential!"
"Thank you, elder!" Luan Rui couldn't help but look overjoyed when he heard that.
Wasn't it just for this moment that it had been planning for so long?
Increasing potential, passing on secret techniques, and granting high-level bloodline resources, this sounds like a great thing.
"Luan Rui, you bastard, you are a traitor! As the leading clan of the Arctic Demon Kingdom, your Luanmo clan does such a thing, aren't you afraid of retribution?" An old demon with a sheep's head saw the changes in front of him and couldn't help but shout out in anger.
During one of its adventures, it accidentally obtained a secret map and learned that there was an extremely hidden secret place on the edge of the Thousand Stone Caverns that could be used to sneak into the Thousand Stone Caverns.
If it hadn't coveted the teleportation array that Luan Rui mentioned, and hadn't received the news that the Blood-Patterned Old Demon was in the Thousand Stone Demon Cave too late, it wouldn't have thought of using the Luan Demon Caravan's teleportation array.
Unfortunately, it never expected that the Luanmo clan, who are the royal family of the Demon Kingdom after all, would eat in such an ugly way and be so crazy that they completely disregarded the reputation of their clan.
"Luan Rui, I regret listening to you. I am so angry. Didn't your Luan Demon Clan preach that demons should have loyalty and not fight on their own? Why did you deceive us?"
Luan Rui listened to the curses from the demons, but it felt like hearing heavenly music. It couldn't help but grin and said, "Is this the talk about loyalty and trust meant for you?"
"It's just talk, you don't really believe it."
"Go ahead and curse, you are a group of dying people. It is your honor to contribute to enhancing the blood power of our clan." Yi Chen couldn't help but twitch his mouth at the grinning of the Luan-headed Demon.
The demons in the demon world are so rude.
He originally thought that the Luanmo clan would make trouble in the blood contract or somewhere else, or plot something, but who knew that they would be slaughtered as soon as they showed up.
This trip to the Beiyuan City teleportation array actually ended up being a stopover in northern Myanmar.
(End of this chapter)