Chapter 67: The Thirty-Three Days Rise to the Clouds
Facing such three people, Yang Xiuming couldn't help but said:
"Brother, you're not doing well, you have enemies all over the place?"
Fu Xialiang laughed and said:
"I have six senior sisters who like me, and they are jealous.
Brother, how many girls do you have that like you?"
Yang Xiuming was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
Zhang Yue replied:
"Woman, what is it? It will only affect the speed of my sword!"
The three people over there have gone straight to Fu Xialiang, full of murderous intent.
Fu Xialiang thought for a while and said, "Give it a try!"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of covering the sky with his hand.
Suddenly, darkness fell all around.
Although the three opponents had lightning on their bodies, in this darkness, the lightning was corroded by the night, tightly suppressed, and dimmed.
The three of them suddenly turned from offense to defense. The thunder mastiff that appeared behind them seemed to be roaring, trying to tear through this endless darkness.
Fu Xialiang said in surprise: "It's actually a real magical power, so effective?"
Zhang Yue scolded: "Stop talking nonsense and do it."
"Okay, then..."
In a flash, Fu Xialiang turned into a sword light, and the divine sword merged into one. The sword went down and slashed across the bodies of the three people.
However, none of the three people died. There was a white light floating on their bodies, and then they were suddenly pulled away and disappeared.
Fu Xia Liang separated his sword and appeared in the cave again.
With a click, the magical sword he carried with him shattered immediately, unable to withstand the union of the magical swords.
Then the darkness disappeared and everything returned to normal.
Yang Xiuming asked: "Is this a storage bag?"
Just now, Fu Xialiang didn't have a sword on his body. He took out a sword from a pouch on his waist.
"The second-level Qiankun Bag has a radius of six feet and is worth fifty-six spiritual stones."
"The sword is a ceremonial sword of the sect. All inner disciples are given one as a reward. It seems that they cannot withstand my magical power."
"We must change to a second-level divine sword!"
Zhang Yue said with envy: "This storage bag, get one for each of us."
"The Immortal Qin Relics are in such a state of ruin? There are no storage bags?"
"There are some, but there is a lack of materials. There has been no way to refine them for many years. Even the city lord doesn't have them."
"Yang Xiuming, where are you?"
Yang Xiuming was speechless and said, "I've never heard of it!"
Fu Xialiang said: "When my trial is completed, I will get one for each of you."
Yang Xiuming silently responded and said: "One hundred and twelve spirit stones, isn't that much?"
Fu Xialiang wanted to say something else, but Yang Xiuming said: "Don't show off. For this trial, Senior Sister You lent you thirty spirit stones to qualify you to sign up."
The memories that were slowly passed down to him showed that Fu Xia Liang's life was not particularly good.
He was born in Taishang Dao. Both his parents were handymen in the outer sect of Taishang Dao. They died in an accident.
Because the sect was an orphan, Fu Xialiang entered the outer sect of Taishang Dao at the age of eight. After six years of hard work, he finally entered the inner sect at the age of fourteen.
Although he has a Lei Tao body, a pair of skillful hands in his bloodline, and a heart of ice and jade bones, he is one of the few geniuses among immortal cultivators, but he is no more than an ant in the Supreme Tao.
Fortunately, he was good-looking, and a few senior sisters liked him and secretly supported him, so he was where he is today.
Fu Xialiang laughed, endlessly and unrestrainedly, and said:
“I don’t have money now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t have money in the future.
Don't worry about storage bags, one for each person.
After all, I am you and you are me. There is nothing special between us alone!"
These words were spoken boldly, but Yang Xiuming smiled.
This guy's verdict is still: you devils, don't try to deceive me, it's so delicious!
In his heart, he still believed that he was a demon, and he only used his ability to fool and flatter his senior sisters to fool himself and Zhang Yue.
But, that's okay.
You fool me, I fool you, things will take their time.
Zhang Yue asked: "What's going on with this trial?"
Fu Xialiang replied: "This is a powerful man from our sect who killed the Mingque Sect and captured him in the Mingque Ghost Cave in the cave of his own dimension.
This has become our place of trial.
In this ghost cave of the Underworld, we can hunt for treasures and fight with each other to improve our cultivation and earn the qualifications for cultivating immortals."
After saying that, he came to the place where the three fellow disciples disappeared.
I saw a pile of jade scattered on the ground there.
Fu Xialiang went over to pick up the jade stones, put them in his storage bag, and said, "This is the spiritual stone.
To enter this trial, each person must pay thirty spiritual stones.
In fact, fifteen spirit stones were handed over to the sect, ten spirit stones were used for the operating expenses of the ghost cave, and five spirit stones were used as bets.
If you are killed, all five spirit stones will be obtained by the enemy. If you kill the enemy, you can get the other party's spirit stones.
Good guys, the three of them killed a lot of people, and they earned thirty-five spiritual stones this time!"
The spiritual stone is about two inches long, one inch wide and one inch thick. It is crystal clear and radiant. It contains the most primitive and pure innate spiritual energy.
This is one of the currencies in circulation in the world of immortality, and it is the strongest!
Because no matter whether cultivators are practicing hard, refining weapons and elixirs, setting up formations and making talismans, fighting with people, practicing spells, or trading, they cannot do without it. It is a real hard commodity.
Fu Xialiang's eyes shone brightly and he said: "This time, we will kill everyone and earn more spiritual stones!
I’ll buy storage bags for you two then.”
Zhang Yue said happily: "I like killing enemies the most!"
Yang Xiuming asked: "The thirty-three days of Taishangdao you practice, Lei Jue's "Purple Sky Thunder", what kind of technique is this?"
Fu Xialiang immediately said: "I am the supreme Taoist and have the eight supreme arts. Only inner disciples can practice them.
The Supreme Thirty-three Heavens, the Supreme Eighty-one Realizations, the Great Five Elements Extinguishing Light, the Three Pure Four Truths and One Qi Hammer, the Seven Essences and Five Talisman True Words, the Supreme Diamond Diamond, the Supreme Refining Treasure Secret, and the Supreme Purity!
These eight skills can be practiced during the Supreme Thirty-three Heavenly Absolute Qi Refining Period, and can be practiced during the Supreme Eighty-one True Transformation Foundation Building Period.
The Great Five Elements Extinguishing Light, the Three Purities, Four Truths and One Qi Hammer, and the Seven Essences and Five Talisman Mantras are actually the ninety-nine secret techniques of the Immortal Qin Dynasty, which have been incorporated into the inheritance of our sect by my Supreme Master.
Only the Supreme King Kong Zhuo, the Supreme Treasure Refining Technique, and the Golden Pill Master can practice it.
Only those who are supremely pure and direct disciples of the master can practice."
Zhang Yue couldn't help but said: "I heard you are so loud. This is only the Eight Jue, and there are various restrictions. It's not a lot of inheritance, right?"
Fu Xialiang laughed and said: "The Supreme Thirty-three Heavens!
Thoughts on the universe, heaven and earth, gods and ghosts, sun, moon, wind and clouds, light and darkness, life and death, thunder and heart, hardness and softness, metal, wood, water, fire and earth, swords, guns, hammers and shields!
Each technique is inherited from the Supreme Dao that can be practiced from the Qi Refining Stage to the Mahayana Stage. If it is passed down to any three thousand hereditary ways, it will be a treasure to suppress the sect.
Moreover, the thirty-three days of Taishang are definitely ten thousand people united in one formation, which is the key for our Taishang Dao to fight against the Five Elements Tengu, Mudaya Immortal Spirit, and Moko Rakshasa."
Yang Xiuming couldn't help but ask: "Ten thousand people will join together?"
Fu Xialiang nodded and said: "Yes, I am the 87th reserve member of the 7th Regiment of the 12th Thunder Formation of the Taishang Lei Regiment.
The three people we killed were also reserve soldiers like me, but their reserve positions were all beyond 500."
Zhang Yuechi asked: "The twelfth thunder formation of the Taishang Thunder Regiment?"
"The Thirty-Three Heavenly Thunder Jue, there are a total of 150,000 thunder formations. Only those who build the foundation can enter the formation.
In times of war, we initiate the Dharma, exhale into thunder, exhale thunderbolts, lightning covers the sky, and thunder is overwhelming!"
Zhang Yue was stunned. 150,000 foundation-building monks were one of them. There were thirty-three unique skills in total. How many thousands of foundation-building monks were there?