Chen Qingyuan must untie the shackles of Taoism before the power of imprisonment touches his soul. Otherwise, he will definitely lose in this competition of laws and principles.
Stepping on the water, the whole body is covered with complex Taoist spell patterns. Slowly close your eyes, feel the fluctuations of every law, and try to find a way to break it.
Qingshan, about a thousand meters high.
Laojun is at ease, fishing in the heavens.
Recalling the past, sitting alone on the top of the green mountain, Laojun could cross all realms of the void. When the fishing rod fell, he could touch the laws of the great road.
"Buzz——"
The power of Laojun's law began to erode Chen Qingyuan's body, and dense black lines appeared all over his body, which was very scary.
After another cup of tea, the power of the law will surely spread to Chen Qingyuan's soul.
By then, this battle will be lost, and the consequences will be unpredictable.
Time passed bit by bit, and Chen Qingyuan's soul was about to be contaminated by the power of the law and dragged into the abyss. The more this happened, the calmer Chen Qingyuan's heart became. He closed his eyes and thought deeply, with a calm expression on his face.
After another dozen breaths, Chen Qingyuan's toes seemed to move.
The movement range is very light, and it is difficult to detect if you don't pay close attention.
The tip of his toes moved slightly, causing ripples in the water below him and spreading to all directions.
This ripple, like the thoughts deep in Chen Qingyuan's heart, is rapidly amplifying, clarifying the origin of Diao Laojun's Taoism.
"Array!"
Chen Qingyuan suddenly opened his eyes, a dim light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and opened and closed his mouth gently, uttering a single word.
It turns out that the magical power controlled by Mr. Fishing belongs to the lineage of formations, and it is not an ordinary formation.
Historical records from ancient times only say that Fishing Laojun is extremely powerful and can suppress powerful people of the same level with just a few clicks of his fingers.
The world speculated that Laojun was a monster with both physical and mental skills, so this was recorded in the book.
In fact, Fishing Laojun is not a physical or technical practitioner written in the history books, but a powerful formation!
The power of the heart and soul, combined with the formation pattern, forms a line of its own, unparalleled in the world.
This world of green mountains and green waters is outlined by formation patterns. The laws of Dao patterns, virtual and real, hide murderous intent.
Just now, Chen Qingyuan's sword intent could not cut through the web of laws. The reason is that the power of laws is not an entity, but an illusory force that attacks the soul.
The formation patterns are mysterious, giving people the feeling of being stuck in a quagmire and unable to extricate themselves.
There is reality within the imaginary, and there is emptiness within the reality.
What's even more outrageous is that the old fishing man must have controlled the law of void in his later years and integrated it into his own formation. Only in this way can he sit on the green mountain and fish in all realms.
"I'm not very proficient in formations. However, I have seen more complex formations than this."
Chen Qingyuan looked up at the fishing old man and murmured to himself.
Once upon a time, during the Feast of the Hundred Meridians, fragments of the Imperial Armament of the Black Gold Ancient Pot appeared, and countless evildoers entered the illusion of the fragments to find out what was going on and seek fortune.
Chen Qingyuan naturally entered and passed all the assessments, but due to a missed opportunity, he was expelled from the space by the fragment of the imperial weapon.
In that experience, Chen Qingyuan saw a corner of the Imperial Dao formation pattern with his own eyes, and even carved out one ten thousandth of it, which was imprinted deep in his soul.
Now that we have determined the divine channel technique of Fishing Laojun, it is easy to solve the problem.
Using all his strength, he could only move his right foot slightly, but it was difficult to release the shackles of the law on his body.
After a second thought, he glanced at the Seven Star White Jue Sword beside him.
"Woo!"
As soon as the thought fell, Bai Juejian received Chen Qingyuan's instructions, soared into the air and hung in the sky, at the same level as the fishing old man.
Immediately afterwards, Bai Jue's sword began to swing in the void, carving out special traces.
Although the physical body is imprisoned, the power of the soul can still control the sword.
The imperial sword carves out a wisp of imperial pattern veins. This method consumes a lot of mental energy, and you will suffer backlash if you are not careful.
Chen Qingyuan has no other solution to the current problem.
Unless he wants to spend time with the fishing old man forever.
As Bai Jue's sword danced, a dark golden Dao pattern about ten feet long appeared in the void. This was only one ten thousandth of a complete imperial pattern, but it already contained countless intertwined Dao and principles.
The law of the great road.
Perhaps it was the power of the fragments of the emperor's pattern, or perhaps it was his curiosity about the unknown pattern. The fishing old man lost his initial indifferent appearance and slowly raised his head.
"boom!"
As the old fisherman raised his eyes, the water surface surged, as if it was boiling, and there were even explosions in many places.
Soon, the green mountain began to shake, and the boulder under Laojun exploded and shattered into powder.
Lao Jun's law pattern was shaken. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Qingyuan used his sword to break the restraints on his body. He tapped his toes on the water and broke the restraints on his legs. He jumped up and struck a blow with his sword.
Swish——
The sword light cut through the sky and pierced the heart of Mr. Fishing.
From the beginning to the end, Lao Jun kept looking at the fragments of the imperial pattern, with piety in his eyes and a faint smile on his lips.
Yearning for the avenue, but unwilling to be bound by it.
The life of Mr. Fishing is extremely amazing, but also quite contradictory.
He was just one step away from becoming the emperor, but he refused to take that step forward.
Perhaps, he was afraid that he would become an ancient emperor who pursued immortality, and would lose his original intention of practicing cultivation and find it difficult to find freedom. Perhaps, he saw clearly the nature of reincarnation in the world, and just wanted to live happily in this life without expecting too much.
Although he was not an emperor, later generations of people classified him as an emperor and respected him as - Laojun.
From the records in the history books, we can clearly see the ability of the fishing laojun, who has overshadowed an era and looked at all the worlds in the world, but there is no real opponent.
"Boom!"
The picture is distorted and broken.
Laojun smiled and disappeared in an instant.
Chen Qingyuan's own power is limited, and the broken imperial pattern cannot last long, and will soon return to nothingness.
"cough......"
Coughing softly and looking pale.
It seems that Chen Qingyuan only used one sword, and the battle is not very fierce, but in fact there is an undercurrent, and one wrong move may cause him to be trapped under the green mountain, unable to break free.
Forcibly carving out the veins of this imperial pattern cost Chen Qingyuan a lot of energy and required a period of time to recover.
Fortunately, Chen Qingyuan was lucky enough to remember a corner of the imperial pattern, otherwise today's predicament would be really difficult to deal with.
"call--"
After sitting cross-legged on the clouds and mist for dozens of days, I opened my eyes and exhaled, feeling full of energy and energy.
The stairs reappeared, and Chen Qingyuan stepped up.
As we climbed to the third floor, I felt more nervous.
All the characters that can be portrayed by Tianshu Tower are the ultimate beings who dominated an era in the past and should not be underestimated.
Who will be the opponent on the third level?
Chen Qingyuan took a few steps forward, and the void in front of him gradually changed. A figure condensed and turned into a physical entity.
Wearing rags, with messy hair, holding a stick in hand, standing barefoot.
Looking at his appearance and dress, Chen Qingyuan felt a thud in his heart.