Even though the Dharma Fighting Meeting is held every ten years, each Taoist temple attaches great importance to it, because if it wins, it can instantly become famous in the five divine states. The greater the Taoist temple's reputation, the more gods will come to settle there.
"Although Taoist temples are composed of scattered gods, some famous Taoist temples are so powerful that even ancient tribes cannot underestimate them." Someone sighed.
Everyone lined up to enter the border town, where there were several special spiritual guides, and were taken to the inn where they would stay.
On the way, Zhuo Yifan met various overbearing and arrogant Taoist disciples. Some rode in groups and rode evil spirits across the streets, while others regarded themselves as arrogant and extremely irritable, and would just take action without thinking.
"ah!"
A middle-aged Taoist monk screamed. He was quarreling with a young Taoist monk, but the other party actually poked one of his eyes out.
Immediately, the Taoist temples represented by both sides started fighting. Dozens of people started fighting directly on the street. Fu Guang appeared, with divine power like a sea, and there was an instant riot!
Zhuo Yifan was ashamed. This kind of fighting was definitely not about shrews throwing insults on the street. Dozens of people were actually gods. If there was a fight on the spot, the street would definitely be razed to the ground in an instant.
"There will be time for fighting, why are you arguing here? Only the weak and ignorant people will yell and grandstand here!" On the second floor of the nearby tavern, a young man looked down lightly, and he was holding a bottle of wine and suddenly
He took a bite of it and felt that the people on the street had ruined his sense of elegance.
"What does it have to do with you!" People from both sides immediately shouted.
Phew! The young man seemed to flick his fingers, and a sword light, with a strange arc, swept towards him at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye. In an instant, the heads of dozens of people fell to the ground.
At the end of the day, there was a river of blood on the street. But he glanced at it with no surprise and uttered two words: "Noisy!"
The streets were silent, and many people were frightened. They were all gods. This young man was so terrifying. His swordsmanship was so superb that he killed dozens of gods in an instant! Killing gods is like killing chickens and dogs!
Several little Taoist children in Hanlanguan turned pale when they saw it, and several adult Taoists immediately covered their eyes to prevent them from watching. They grew up in the heavenly realm. The weakest ones are also in the divine realm, but even though they have grown up at a young age,
He is a god, but he has never seen much of the world, let alone its unpopular cruelty and evil.
Although, this scene is by no means the first time they have seen it. On the eve of every battle, it is normal for the gods to fight for hegemony and fight for dominance. Naturally, bloodshed is inevitable. However, at their age, they still can't help but be frightened every time they see it.
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"Don't look at it. Let's go quickly so as not to get involved in a fight." The Taoist cultivator responsible for guiding the way woke up a few Taoist boys. He sighed and shook his head, because this scene has become so common.
Before leaving, Zhuo Yifan did not forget to take a look at the young man. He always felt that he had seen him somewhere, but he couldn't tell.
"He is from the Dragon Clan." Temple Master Tang only glanced at him and spoke slowly.
Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan was suddenly startled, as he seemed to have told him this deliberately. How could a member of the Dragon Clan come here? Could it be that the Nine Dragon King is also here?
None of this is known at the moment, but the mystery of Master Tang is even greater in his heart. Zhuo Yifan is really curious about who this person is.
The next morning, the huge border town was bustling with noise. Many people stayed up all night, just closing their eyes and concentrating, waiting for the dawn to arrive. Even the few Taoist boys in Hanlan Temple were so excited that they didn't sleep.
As soon as early in the morning, a group of people were transported to the central battlefield through a special magic circle. The magic fighting meeting was about to be held here.
However, before the ceremony officially started, the terrifying boy from yesterday appeared early, and was accompanied by a familiar figure.
It was a woman, slim and graceful, with a beautiful figure, shiny black silk, a slightly hanging plain skirt, walking towards the platform with slow steps.
"It's her!" Suddenly, Zhuo Yifan's heart was shocked, and he looked suspicious. He recognized this person almost at a glance.
Fu Xi! Xihe Godhead, inheritor of the Law of Time! The number one disciple of the Grand Palace Master of Dongtian Fortune Palace!
"She is also here to compete?" Zhuo Yifan thought in his mind, not only because this person is difficult to deal with, but also because the appearance of this person confirmed some of his thoughts. Now that Fu Xi has appeared, then the Nine Dragon King, including those who himself
People from the clan who have been offended are likely to come here.
"I've met Palace Master Fuxi!" As Fuxi appeared in front of the crowd, an old man squeezed up from the crowd, came to her in three steps and then bowed in salute.
He is an old god who has ceased to be a holy god. He has hosted magic fighting meetings for many years.
Fu Xi nodded, modestly and grandly, and said, "This time I am not representing Fu Palace, but participating in the battle on behalf of the Sun and Moon Taoist Temple. The host does not need to be polite. On the contrary, I would like to trouble the host to help me ask some questions here."
They had already agreed in advance in private, so the old host nodded quickly, then faced all directions and said: "Everyone, I will host this East Saint Continent Fighting Ceremony. I also want to thank you all for coming from all over the East Saint Continent.
, participate in this battle. The fact that you are here represents your identity and strength. I believe that your information is equally well-informed."
Hearing this, everyone was startled. Didn't you say it was a fight? Why did you ask about it?
The host took a few steps forward and walked to the center of the vast battlefield, took out a jade tube from his arms, used his divine power to urge it, and a scroll unfolded in the air along with the air shadow.
I saw that the scroll was glowing, frozen in the void, and the strange power was flowing. This was a young man. He was dressed in simple clothes, but he was obviously extraordinary. Especially his eyes with extraordinary Taoist charm. Just in the scroll, but
It's like coming back to life.
"Which of you has seen this person?" Fu Xi asked.
"Who is this person?" someone was curious.
"It's just a stupid young man, why bother to mobilize the troops like this?" Some people were dissatisfied. This was clearly a Dharma fighting meeting, so why did they still recruit people? It was a waste of time.
"Chi!"
The sword energy was invisible, as if projected from the void. The young man next to Fu Xi glanced coldly. In the blink of an eye, the man's Taoist robes suddenly disintegrated, and he became an exhibitionist in public.
Everyone changed their colors. Who is this young man? He is absolutely powerful! But he definitely looks young, and there is a vitality in his body. This makes many young-looking gods who have been practicing for thousands of years feel a sense of frustration.
The old host was ashamed. He pointed at the scroll and said, "Don't be glib, everyone. In a sense, finding this young man is more important than the fight."
There was a discussion around, and then many people shook their heads, saying that they had never seen this person before.
Zhuo Yifan was the only one who remained silent, because the person painted in the scroll was none other than himself. He had no idea that Fu Gong was so capable, and had figured out that he would come to the upper world. He also acted quickly and launched a further search.
Fortunately, he changed his appearance beforehand so no one could recognize him.
"What kind of person is this?" Many people live in the upper realm and are not clear about things in the lower realm. Naturally, they have never heard of Zhuo Yifan's name.
"A demon from the lower world." The old host replied calmly, looked at everyone, and said.
"It turns out he is a member of the devil's path. Haha, of course there is someone powerful enough to deal with him." Some people were still sneering, not knowing what was going on.
The old host had no choice but to continue: "He is the devil among devils!"
The devil within the devil?
The scene became silent, and I became even more curious. Who could make this old host speak like this?
"What on earth did he do that made people so angry?" someone asked.
"He caused trouble in the Emperor's Tomb and even beheaded the Holy Generation!" said the old host.
"He destroyed the Peng clan!" the old host said again.
"He... destroyed Jiulong!" the old host said again.
Many people were already trembling in their hearts. Oh my god, the person in the scroll was actually the boy who was rumored to have destroyed Kowloon.
"He is the leader of the Tianmen of the lower world and the leader of the Blood Prison! The new generation of Shura God, known as...Six Paths!" When he said this, the old host's mouth trembled. Because this young man's resume was too terrifying, almost unprecedented.
However, that's not all. Fu Xi stepped forward from the side.
After looking around, she looked sharply and spoke softly: "According to reliable information, he has already arrived. He has come to the upper world, maybe...among you!" (To be continued...)