Chapter 120: Splitting Dao Sect Gate with One Sword
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
The cloth bag around Ni Yu's waist was bulging. He hummed a little tune happily while making plum wine for Lu Fan. From time to time, he would pinch out a sugar-coated Qi Gathering Pill from the cloth bag and put it into his mouth happily.
As long as my medicine bag is full, I won't feel upset at all.
Lu Fan didn't look at the spiritual pressure chessboard.
The Longmen Secret Realm is opened. However, compared to the not-so-perfect Wolongling Secret Realm, the new Secret Realm is more comprehensive.
These practitioners are growing, and Lu Fan is also growing.
If the Wolong Ridge Secret Realm was just a trial run, then the Longmen Secret Realm was the change Lu Fan made after making up for the advantages and disadvantages of the Wolong Ridge Secret Realm.
The Eight Dragon Gates are eight improved and enhanced versions of the Wolong Ridge Secret Realm.
The eight dragon gates are distributed throughout the Great Zhou, allowing more people to qualify for practice and achieve the condensation and gathering of Qi.
For example, the Overlord's elite soldiers can gather energy into pills by killing soldier figurines and become practitioners, and he, Lu Fan, can get a commission on spiritual energy.
Not only that, the spiritual energy released by the death of the terracotta warriors can also nourish the dragon seeds of Longmen and accelerate the formation of the dragon seeds.
And this is only one aspect. In addition to training practitioners, the second secret realm is also to allow practitioners like Overlord who have reached the bottleneck of Qidan realm to break through the shackles.
The spiritual energy storm formed when breaking through to the Ti Zang realm is the biggest reason why Lu Fan combines the dragon-raising land with the secret realm.
The spiritual energy storm can accelerate the growth of the dragon seeds in the dragon breeding land and turn them into real celestial dragon seeds.
Therefore, Lu Fan divided the Longmen Secret Realm into three stages.
The ninety-nine terracotta warriors are the first stage, mainly for the training of practitioners.
The second stage is the floating island palace. Two Qidan realm peak beings formed by elixir mist serve as gatekeepers. They can bring pressure to Overlord and others to break through, and there are also elixir rewards on the floating island.
In addition to the Qi Gathering Pills that Ni Yu used as candy, there was also the "Body Building Pills" that Lu Fan created and refined based on the [Preaching Platform], which could help break through the barriers of the Ti Cang realm.
Of course, this elixir is prepared for those practitioners who really have no hope of breaking through the Ti Zang realm.
As for some of the practitioners he had high hopes for, Lu Fan actually didn't want them to take the elixir.
Therefore, Lu Fan arranged the third stage.
If the two gatekeepers at the peak of the Qidan realm are unable to help break through the Ti Zang realm.
It doesn't matter……
And the great master of the copy who is sleeping in the big palace is waiting.
…
The great lake of Nanjun.
Tang Xiansheng did not step into the Dragon Gate because he... was afraid of death.
However, he asked his eldest sons Tang Baiyun and Tang Yimo to lead 5,000 soldiers into the Longmen Secret Realm.
Although Tang Yimo had obtained the fate of becoming an immortal, it was still her first time to enter the secret realm like a young lady getting into a bridal sedan.
Tang Baiyun had never entered the secret realm.
Therefore, compared to the secret realm of Dongyan River, the situation here is much more tragic.
When those eerie terracotta warriors suddenly opened their eyes wide, the soldiers of Nanjun were frightened. And when these terracotta warriors drew out their earthen knives and chopped a soldier in half with one blow, the 5,000 soldiers led by Tang Baiyun were in complete chaos.
Tang Baiyun turned pale with fright.
The strangeness of the dead terracotta warriors suddenly killing people would naturally scare them.
Because of the chaos, they were unable to gather into a force to fight against the Terracotta Warriors, so there were heavy casualties.
Tang Xiansheng, who was waiting outside, looked at the Nanjun soldiers, their bodies covered in blood, fleeing out of Longmen in panic, and his face turned very ugly.
"Third brother, what should we do?"
In the secret realm, Tang Baiyun, dressed in military uniform and with a look of panic on his face, hurriedly approached Tang Yimo.
Although he looked down on Tang Yimo, he was also envious and jealous of Tang Yimo's chance to become an immortal.
But at this moment, only the cultivator Tang Yimo can give him a sense of security.
Tang Yimo glanced at Tang Baiyun.
He activated his skills and his body instantly shot out, engaging in a fierce battle with a terracotta warrior.
After a few moves, he punched the terracotta warrior into pieces. A wisp of spiritual energy flowed into its body, making Tang Yimo slightly dazed.
"These terracotta warriors are the fate of the immortals. Killing them will allow spiritual energy to enter your body."
Tang Yimo said coldly, then rushed into the terracotta warriors like a tiger.
He began to kill the terracotta warriors and gather spiritual energy.
If he wants to break through the second meridian, he needs to gather enough spiritual energy to have a chance of breaking through.
After Tang Baiyun understood what Tang Yimo said, he hesitated a little.
He waved his hand and gave orders, asking the 5,000 soldiers to calm down and begin to form a military formation to deal with the terracotta warriors.
As Tang Xiansheng's eldest son and the future heir to the Tang family, Tang Baiyun is quite courageous.
When a terracotta warrior was crushed, Tang Baiyun seized the opportunity, drew out his sword, and exploded the terracotta warrior's head.
After the spiritual energy was poured into his body.
Tang Baiyun's eyes suddenly lit up! Immortal fate?! It really is immortal fate! Tang Baiyun was overjoyed and continued to give orders, piling up the lives of the soldiers, while he hid behind to finish off the terracotta warriors and gain spiritual energy.
Behind Longmen, blood flowed like a river. Countless of the 5,000 soldiers of Nanjun were killed or wounded, and the blood was so thick that it could not be dispersed.
…
Had a peaceful night's sleep.
When the eastern sky began to turn pale, Nie Zhangqing opened his eyes.
There was no more sleepiness in his eyes, and they were as clear as the blue sky that had just been washed by rain.
Nie Zhangqing was not in a hurry. He stood up, washed up, and packed his bag.
He took a piece of cloth and carefully wiped the butcher knife. Then he put on a white gown, carried the package, walked out of the room, and closed the door of the inn.
Except for the butcher knife on his waist which looked a bit out of place.
Nie Zhangqing is just like a scholar who is full of stories and is about to travel far away.
The waiter was cleaning the tables and chairs while yawning.
When he saw Nie Zhangqing coming down the stairs, his eyes suddenly lit up and he greeted Nie Changqing enthusiastically.
"Sir, yesterday's letters were delivered to Dao Zong."
The waiter said.
"Sir, are you planning to go to Tiandang Mountain Taoist Sect?"
The waiter said with a white cloth draped over his shoulders.
Nie Zhangqing nodded but said nothing.
On the long street of Nanjiang City, it was still a little hazy before dawn.
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"Sir, why are you going to Dao Zong? Are you looking for relatives?"
"It's still a little dark, so be careful on the road..."
The waiter said.
After leaving the inn, Nie Zhangqing paused slightly, smiled, and said nothing.
It was still a little dark at night.
The waiter saw Nie Zhangqing's figure slowly walking and disappearing into the hazy streets of Nanjiang City.
When the sun broke free from its restraints, jumped out of the horizon and slowly climbed up into the sky.
At the foot of Tiandang Mountain.
Nie Zhangqing, dressed in a white shirt, stopped with a butcher knife in his arms.
I raised my head and looked at the ancient stone steps that stretched from the foot of Tiandang Mountain to the top of the mountain. I slowly closed my eyes and the breeze blew gently.
His hair swayed.
Faintly, he recalled the scene of running on the ancient stone steps five years ago.
At the end of the stone steps, there seemed to be the sound of a Taoist chanting, which came down from the top of the mountain, like the sound of a spring, lingering among the mountains and forests.
When he opened his eyes, Nie Zhangqing seemed to see the figures of boys and girls playing on the stone steps.
That year, he and she went down the mountain hand in hand and walked for Dao Zong.
A year later, he carried his baby in his arms and crawled down the Tiandang Mountain in a rainstorm like a stray dog. The gap between the closed gates of Dao Zong's mountain was like a knife, shattering all his hopes for the rest of his life.
Five years.
He lived in a daze, hiding from place to place. He was a romantic and unrestrained man. He had been a farmer, a fisherman, hid in the mountains to chop wood, and wandered the streets.
However, people from Dao Sect would always appear from time to time, trying to take Nie Shuang away and take away his last hope.
So, he dodged and hid again and again.
Every time Nie Shuang cried for her mother, Nie Changqing's heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife.
For five whole years, the years left traces of frost on his face, and the hand that used to hold a killing knife now held a butcher knife.
Now, he has returned to the place where his beautiful beginning began.
After five years of hard work, Nie Zhangqing...
Ascend to Dao Zong again.
Take a step forward and step onto the stone stairs.
The spiritual energy in Nie Zhangqing's Qi Dan suddenly surged, carrying his emotions, and blew out from his mouth, blowing up the dust and fallen leaves on the stone steps.
It was as if the breath that had been suppressed for five years was turned into needles and spewed out.
Step by step, neither slow nor long.
Climb from the foot of the mountain to the top.
Finally, among the dense shade of trees, we saw Dao Zong’s tightly closed mountain gate.
Just as cold and ruthless as he had been when he was driven down the mountain five years ago.
There was no expression on Nie Zhangqing's face, neither happy nor sad.
Standing on the stone steps, white shirt fluttering.
Nie Zhangqing slowly pulled out the butcher knife from his arms, and spiritual energy wrapped around the blade, shaking slightly.
A letter ultimately failed to open the door to Dao Sect.
In that case...
The butcher knife suddenly shot out, like a black lightning, cutting through the blue sky and white sun, and hit Dao Zong's tightly closed mountain gate.
A huge shadow of sword light emerged.
The gate of Dao Zong Mountain was split open and collapsed.
Under the smoke and dust of collapse.
There was a faint sound of low footsteps floating in the air.
A weathered figure in a white shirt, with a butcher knife hanging in front of him, stepped out from the smoke and spoke softly.
"Bai Yujing's disciple, Nie Zhangqing."
“Here I come.”
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