Chapter 364 Respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao
"What the hell is this?"
Zong Shou frowned subconsciously, astonished and a little worried.
Even with his nearly 10,000 years of experience in this era, he can't tell what these shadows are.
I don’t know whether it is beneficial to the body or whether it is harmful.
I realized that what I hate most in my life is having something randomly inserted into my body.
After pondering for a moment, Zong Shou suddenly slashed out with his sword. The shadow of a giant dragon appeared behind him, and the clear purple sword light passed by. A small pavilion not far away was cut directly by the sword energy!
At this moment, Zong Shou's eyes suddenly shone with light. He could clearly feel that when this sword technique was used, the nine shadows in his body were extremely active.
It's as if there are nine more centers in the body, mobilizing the breath in the body.
Previously, there were some inconsistencies between his world-shaking spiritual art and the inner art of the Nine-Nine Dragon Shadow Sword, but now there is no longer such a problem.
Jin Buhui was next to the small pavilion. He was startled when he saw this. He jumped away like a frightened bird and said, "Zongshou, do you want to kill me?" After a moment, he came to his senses again: "Zongshou, your Jiujiulong.
Could it be that Shadow Sword has made another progress?"
The two women on the side were equally frightened. After looking at the fracture, they realized that the small pavilion looked like it was made of wood. But inside, it was densely patterned star steel that had been tempered for thousands of times.
To chop into pieces these six thighs, which are as tough as a sixth-level peak spiritual weapon and stronger than a small pillar, how sharp should this sword be?
Zong Shou shook his head with a solemn expression. It was not that there had been any progress, but that the previous flaws had been completely smoothed away by this snake-like shadow flowing in his meridians.
Although his previous skills and this sword art were not completely opposite, they were incompatible with each other.
But to use this sword, you need to consume a lot of true energy to make up for it. But now there is no such problem. There is no need to make more unnecessary consumption, and the power of this sword has also increased.
From this point of view, the effect of these shadows is probably good. Besides, he has no way to get rid of them at this time.
Then he took out the small porcelain bottle. He had never had the time to look at it before. But just when he slashed out with his sword, he felt a faint sensation inside, as if something was about to rush out from there.
So Zong Shou could no longer suppress the curiosity in his heart at this moment.
After the cork was opened, Zong Shou took a breath of cold air and immediately plugged the cork back again.
But at this moment, the three people around them all felt the mighty dragon power emanating from within.
Jin Buhui had already sensed that the thing inside must be something extraordinary. He couldn't help but gulped and asked, "What exactly is inside this? But if it's too valuable, you don't have to tell me—"
Zong Shou blinked, and then smiled evilly: "An eighth-level dragon soul, a ninth-level dragon pill, and one more thing, I won't tell you!"
After hearing the first two sentences, Jin Buhui's expression changed again and again. At this moment, he felt so regretful that he almost broke into pieces.
When I heard the next sentence, I felt itchy. But when I said the sentence just now, it was inconvenient to ask again.
This itchy Ziwei is not much better than regret.
Zhao Yanran and Xuan Yunlan also sucked in the cold air. An eighth-level true dragon soul in front of them must be at least ninth level.
Different from ordinary spirit beasts, this true dragon is classified as a divine beast. If it is taken as a guardian, it will be equivalent to two or three eighth-level strong men.
It is a good help for any sect. And the value of the ninth-level dragon elixir is not to mention.
If it can be used rationally and used to refine elixirs, it might be possible to create a few powerful men in heaven.
And in Zong Shou's words, the value of the things that cannot be said is probably even more difficult to measure.
Zong Shou himself was also slightly absent-minded. He was wondering why only so many people came to Juelong City?
The thing in this bottle is not comparable to that immortal talisman of unknown grade.
Even if the Lord of Juelong City personally takes action to pursue this object, it is justified.
Could it be that the people in Lianjue Dragon City don't actually know what's in this bottle?
The bottle-shaped spiritual weapon in his hand, which seemed ordinary but could actually imprison a true dragon, was thrown back into the Qiankun bag. Zong Shou was puzzled and had no intention of looking at those golden needles.
When Zong Shou came to his senses, he saw Zhao Yanran looking at his fox tail with great interest. A green finger stretched out, as if he wanted to touch it.
Zong Shou couldn't help but sneer: "Short-haired girl, do you have the guts to touch it?" Then he said to Jin Buhui: "If you dare to touch that piece of jade, don't blame me for not warning you if you die here."
Zhao Yanran didn't know why for a moment, but she realized it after a moment. Did the short-haired girl Zong Shou mentioned refer to herself?
Suddenly she became furious, and was about to retaliate, but suddenly she remembered that the person in front of her was already a few steps ahead of her, and she had to add five Tai characters before her master. So she could only snort and point her fingers with a straight face.
retract.
Jin Buhui smiled sheepishly. He himself felt that there might be something wrong with the jade being placed here. So he just looked at it and didn't take it.
Zong Shou ignored these two people. With the help of the power of the white jade, he had repaired most of the injuries in his body. At this moment, his whole body felt refreshed. All the rioting true energy he had absorbed was discharged.
Cluttered thoughts are also purified.
With a slight movement of thought, the demon body regained control. The fox tail and ears were all restrained.
Then he walked to the iron door and knelt down. With a solemn and respectful expression, he bowed three times to the relief of the old man on the door.
Sure enough, after just a moment, the door made a clicking sound and lifted upwards, opening up an extremely wide space in front of the four people.
Zhao Yanran and Jin Buhui couldn't help but be stunned. It turns out that the way to open this door is so simple?
When Xuan Yunlan saw this, her face turned red with embarrassment and she was extremely ashamed: "I'm ashamed. I always just wanted to enter the upper level earlier and see the real martial arts master's photo. But I forgot that since I have learned this skill, I am the old man Longying.
His sword technique can be regarded as his disciple. When we understood this sword technique, we all took it for granted, and we never thought of respecting our master-"
Zong Shou stood up and walked slowly in. He saw that the four walls were completely blank.
One side is particularly smooth and gray in color, with some shadows flickering on it. There are already two people inside, both in their thirties and forties, both of whom were seventh-level strong men that they had seen outside before.
who.
When they saw Zong Shou arriving, the two of them looked slightly shocked. However, they were only distracted for a moment, and then they concentrated on looking at the stone wall. They refused to miss it for a moment, as if there was something on the blank stone wall.
What a treasure of beauty, it attracts them deeply.
Zhao Yanran and three others also walked in one after another, and then they heard another burst of rattling sounds from behind, and the iron door lowered again and closed with a bang.
But no one paid attention to it, they all looked intently at the ever-changing shadows on the stone wall.
At this moment, the four of them were all surprisingly silent, almost staring intently with the attitude of a pilgrim.
Even the most talkative Jin Buhui didn't say a word at this moment.
At this time and place, even if the sound of snoring is slightly louder, it feels inappropriate, desecrating and desecrating this holy place of martial arts in the hearts of the world.
Zong Shou also held his breath for a while, watching the image of a person holding a sword, sometimes transforming into a dragon shape, and then into a spirit animal shape. Sometimes it even turned into an irregular circle, one ring inside another,
Sometimes they are just dots, densely packed and irregular.
Zong Shou didn't know how these shadows looked to others, but within a moment, he felt something in his heart and sat down cross-legged.
When I first looked at it, it was just some shadows. But after a while, I gradually became fascinated, and I seemed to have seen a shocking battle on the level of immortality in the prehistoric era.
An old man looked exactly like the old man on the door before. With a sword, he was engaged in a life-or-death fight with a man whose skin was as dark as a ghost and surrounded by black mist.
Every blow caused thousands of miles of land to crack, and the mountains and rivers to shake.
And the more he focused on it, the more real the picture seemed. Some details appeared in his eyes with incomparable clarity.
"This should be a battle when the old man Longying was still in the divine realm——"
With experience in his previous life, Zong Shou could tell with just one glance what the level of strength of these two people was.
Then the next moment, Zong Shou's eyes narrowed slightly again.
I just feel that with every moment of reality of this wonderful scene in front of me, the two powerful martial arts thoughts in the fierce confrontation on the wall become stronger!
From his mind, a sudden infusion of impact came over him, making Zong Shou's mind almost collapse.
Barely holding on to the energy, after watching the images of this battle, the martial arts thoughts of the two powerful men in the divine realm began to fade. A trace of blood immediately overflowed from Zong Shou's mouth.
Even just now, when he fought alone against the Xue Broken Sail, Dead Man Cone Han, three groups of people from the Lingyun Sect, and dozens of Xuanwu Grandmasters, he was not seriously injured to the point where he could not suppress it at all.
But the mural in front of him almost crushed his soul to pieces!
Fortunately, later on, when the scene ended, some words of swordsmanship with flying dragons and phoenixes appeared. They were still in the same style as when they were lower down, and they were incomplete and incomplete, making people confused.
Then there are some mesh lines and star points, which are even clearer than the shadows seen before.
Zong Shou didn't understand what it meant at first, but after looking at it carefully for a moment, he gradually felt that these lines and star points looked like a person standing in front of the stone wall, wielding a sword and waving it, constantly stabbing and slashing.
The beautiful sword arcs and the brilliant star marks all reflect directly on the mind.
At this moment, Zong Shou felt as if he heard a huge dragon roar, roaring and roaring, with boiling fighting spirit.
He hurriedly memorized these sword arcs and star marks. Until a moment later, the scene in front of him changed again.