Chapter 78 In the Qingdi Pavilion, Master Qingheng
Wulao Peak, these are some inconspicuous peaks among the mountains in the north. The five peaks stand exactly in the five directions. There are houses stretching under the peaks, and the smoke from the cooking stoves is no different from the red dust.
The only special building is that there are attics on the five peaks, one for each peak.
Mo Changsheng came in the wind, flew through the void, and submerged into the green mountain in the east.
On this peak, there is a vast attic. It looks like it was built just two years ago. There is also a plaque with three ancient Chinese characters "Qingdi Pavilion" hanging on the front.
Bang!
"Master, your good disciple is back!"
Mo Changsheng kicked open the main door of the attic. The force was neither strong nor weak, and it just broke the door.
"You evildoer!"
There was a loud shout, and an old man with white beard hanging down to his chest, white hair and childish face appeared, wearing a nine-blue feathered garment.
But the strange thing is that the old man's whole body is protected by a glass-colored barrier, and there is no flaw to be found.
In addition to him, there were about a dozen people in Taoist robes behind him, their bodies covered with golden light, and their expressions looked like they were facing a powerful enemy.
However, Mo Changsheng was not surprised: "Master, there is no need to be so defensive. Your disciple's bad luck has been eliminated."
"That's what you said when you tried to break the curse last time." The old man didn't show any respect at all and didn't remove the barrier at all.
"Really, if you don't believe it, I swear to my ancestor." Mo Changsheng said helplessly, while he sat on a chair and poured a cup of tea to drink.
"Senior Brother, you said this the last time you tried the Disaster Eliminating Curse." A Taoist boy muttered in a low voice, but no one here had any cultivation. From this distance, he couldn't hear it more clearly.
Mo Changsheng's eyes widened, and the Taoist boy jumped back quickly, assuming a defensive posture, and kept looking around, as if he was afraid of a fatal blow coming out of nowhere.
"It's really solved..." Mo Changsheng was a little speechless when he saw this junior brother's conditioned reflex. He really didn't lie before. Anyway, he did feel that his bad luck had been suppressed at that time. How come now he has achieved "Wolf Crying"?
The effect?
"Disciple, it's not that I don't believe you, but it's actually under our Qingdi Pavilion temple. Why don't you go to your uncle's place and try it first?" The old man had a smile on his face, but the disdain in his words was too obvious.
Mo Changsheng slowly put down his tea cup and sighed: "Alas... the world is declining, people's hearts are not as old as they used to be, and you don't believe me, an honest and trustworthy person like me."
"Forget it, I can only prove it in another way."
Mo Changsheng stood up and blocked the door, then the magic formula in his hand changed, and then he listened to him:
"Relieve the curse, resolve it!"
"Disaster-dispelling spell, solved!"
"The Difficulty Curse, solved!"
"Luck-changing technique, solved!"
"The art of rebirth, solved!"
"..."
"Disciple, calm down!"
"Junior brother, no!"
"Brother, I don't want to die yet!"
"Uncle, let me go..."
As Mo Changsheng's magic formula continued to change and he kept chanting incantations, everyone in the Qingdi Pavilion panicked. Everyone in the Qingdi Pavilion was outputting their magic power at full power. Even Mo Changsheng's master, in addition to the barrier, also had three levels inside and three levels outside.
Layers of protection.
Mo Changsheng's heart ached when he saw it, and he started talking about how to undo the curse a little faster.
At this moment, all the disciples of the Qingdi Pavilion feel that the entire Qingdi Pavilion is shrouded in a layer of haze. If they are not careful, they may die, especially the few disciples who have experienced the worst version of bad luck.
A group of people were panicking, but they didn't even dare to move.
He looks like a sinner awaiting judgment.
After Mo Changsheng's forty-ninth spell was lifted, the entire Qingdi Pavilion fell into silence, and even a pin dropping to the ground could be clearly heard.
Several disciples were on the verge of crying, especially when they saw Mo Changsheng starting to move. In their eyes, it was like a devil moving forward, bringing disaster and death.
"Look, nothing happened at all, right?" Mo Changsheng spread his hands.
"Is it really okay?"
At the end of the day, one has to be bold in his skills. Mo Changsheng's master "Qing Heng" Tianshi asked, while carefully looking around.
He has a deep understanding of Mo Changsheng's strongest version of bad luck. At the beginning, the five elders joined forces and cast twenty or thirty spells on Mo Changsheng to eliminate disasters, but they could only suppress it to a small extent.
Part of it barely allowed everyone to survive.
If Mo Changsheng hadn't continued to improve his strength and create new spells later, which suppressed a large part of the bad luck, they would have been in pain for how long.
This is also the reason why Wulaofeng celebrated for several days after Mo Changsheng came down from the mountain.
But I didn't expect that Mo Changsheng would come back after leaving for just over two years.
And this time it was the old scam that suppressed bad luck. He was not ready to believe it at first, but now that Mo Changsheng has unblocked all the spells cast on him, it stands to reason that he should be a walking natural disaster now.
But after waiting for so long, there was no response.
"Are you really calm?" Heavenly Master Qingheng stared. Although he was small, he could still see two bright lights: "Disciple, how did you do it? Did you meet an expert?"
"That's not true." Mo Changsheng smiled and waved his hand, "I condensed my bad luck into my natal magical power, so naturally it won't be affected."
"My natal magical power? No wonder!"
Qing Heng suddenly realized that he had naturally noticed Mo Changsheng's arrogant flight back earlier, otherwise he wouldn't have been prepared in advance.
Therefore, he knew that Mo Changsheng had reached the divine realm, but he did not expect that Mo Changsheng would condense the bad luck into his own magical power and directly solve his own troubles in one fell swoop.
"How about the effect of the natal magical power?" Heavenly Master Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief. If he really condensed the natal magical power, then it would be fine, and it would be impossible for things like the past to happen again.
"The effect? I don't know yet."
As Mo Changsheng spoke, his mind aroused his magical power of disaster. At this moment, Heavenly Master Qingheng noticed it immediately and shouted: "Don't..."
Boom!
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Mo Changsheng only slightly activated his disaster powers, and the entire Qingdi Pavilion collapsed!
If everyone hadn't been on guard at all times, Wufang Pavilion would have removed Qingdi Pavilion from its name in just an instant.
"It collapsed again..."
"Yes, how many times has it come?"
"This is the twelfth time, but this time it collapsed the fastest, only taking one breath."
"Is that little bastard's bad luck getting worse? It won't affect us, right?"
"Shut up, good things don't work and bad things work, haven't you heard?"
Just when the Qingdi Pavilion collapsed, in the central Huangdi Pavilion, four old men opened the windows wide and sat around a table, sipping tea and admiring the pile of ruins formed by the Qingdi Pavilion.
"Speaking of which, I'm really envious. This kid is not even thirty years old yet? He's already in the realm of gods."
"The potential is endless. Who knows, he really has hope of reaching the realm of earthly immortals."
"Yeah, why don't my disciples have this talent?"
The four old men were drinking tea and chatting, but at this moment, a chuckle came into their ears: "Hey, how many uncles and uncles are drinking tea here?"
In an instant, several divine realm masters froze.
He looked towards the window with a smile on his face and saw two figures flying into the attic one after another.
Buzz——
Almost instantly, various protective spells were unfolded. Those who knew clearly understood that they were protecting Mo Changsheng, while those who didn't knew thought they were a few balls of light becoming essences.
"Don't be wary. This brat has condensed his bad luck into his own magical power. As long as he doesn't activate it, it will have no effect." Heavenly Master Qingheng had anger on his face, but he was also a bit proud.
The five great heavenly masters of Wufang Pavilion have quite a few disciples, but Mo Changsheng is the first to step into the divine realm, and he is not yet thirty years old. Looking at the whole world, there is no one who can compare with him.
How could he not be proud of him?
"Then why did your Qingdi Pavilion collapse?" The "Chifeng" Heavenly Master in charge of the Red Emperor Pavilion looked in disbelief.
"It's not like this bastard. He tried to activate his natal magical power and caused the Qingdi Pavilion to collapse in an instant!" Tianshi Qingheng laughed and cursed, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was showing off a bit.
It seems to be saying: Look, my apprentice has so many magical powers, he destroyed the Qingdi Pavilion in an instant, and even the divine realm cannot be saved!