Nine hundred and seventieth chapters strong and invincible
Chapter 972: Powerful and Invincible
The gray mist surged, covering the sky, exuding a lifeless aura, but it was quickly absorbed into the body by several old people. The deathly gray eyes were astonishing and lacked the fluctuations of human emotions.
People from the Shangqing Sect appeared, and two old Taoist priests greeted them and introduced them into a Taoist temple. Such masters were naturally distinguished guests and needed to be treated with caution.
Ye Fan watched from the side without saying a word, watching them leave quietly. Many people were talking about the fact that the essence of heaven and earth had dried up, and the Western Taoism gathered the power of mind and used it to practice, which was very advantageous in the age of the end of the Dharma.
"The Immortal Mansion of the Qin and Han Dynasties, the home of the prime ministers of the Liang and Tang Dynasties. One day in the cave, a hundred years have passed in this world. All the old friends are gone."
An old Taoist priest said to himself that he had seen all of Maoshan. He was tall and tall, wearing a purple gold crown and a Bagua robe. It is rare in this era. He obviously lives in the mountain all year round.
Ye Fan was surprised. There are still masters in this world. This person is definitely not weak. He is probably a thousand years old. He is an outlier in this world.
"My God, could it be... Taoist Qiri? He is actually still alive. Didn't he pass away more than a hundred years ago? He is probably twelve hundred years old now!"
"This is a Taishan Beidou-level figure, a well-known great supernatural power, and he actually appeared!"
The elders were shocked, while their disciples were completely stunned. They were too stunned to speak and they all stood in the distance.
The big bell roared, and the Taoist gate on the main peak of Maoshan Mountain opened wide. A group of old Taoist priests learned that they all came out to pay homage to this senior master.
The appearance of such figures brought this conference to a climax, and it was no doubt worth looking forward to.
"The master of Quanzhen Taoism has arrived!"
Some people exclaimed, and the sound of drum music sounded again. Today, Taoism Quanzhen occupies half of the country, and the north is the most respected. The Taoist master of this sect naturally has a very high status, and few people can match it.
"The Monk Conference has not been held for many years, but this time it is extraordinary. The Master of Kunlun, Taoist Qiri, Master Quanzhen and so many other big figures are here in person."
The end of the sky was dyed red by fire clouds, the phoenix roared in the sky, and the clan leader of the Zhuhuang lineage came, bringing with him the proud daughter of the clan, causing another sensation.
Maoshan, with rising haze and shrouded clouds and mists, is not a high mountain but elegant, and the water is not deep but graceful.
This monks' conference had a great impact. A large number of monks came and all the Taoist palaces and courtyards were occupied, and there was almost no room for them.
There are more than 300 Taoist buildings of various sizes such as palaces, temples, halls, and buildings in the front and back mountains of Maoshan Mountain, between the peaks and valleys. It can be called a scenic spot, but now it is overcrowded.
The tranquility is broken, there is a lot of noise, and there are too many people coming in and out. From the monks in the wheel sea to the peak of Hualong, there are countless people, from all sects.
Ye Fan seemed to be detached from the world and could not hear these noises. He stood on a low mountain and watched people and things that had nothing to do with him.
The mist is as light as gauze, the sunset is like a painting, and the colors are colorful. He is as motionless as a clay sculpture and wood sculpture. He listens to the Taoist sounds from ancient times, and feels like "flowers fly three thousand miles across the road, and people are on the 12th floor of Yaochi".
A few days passed in a blink of an eye. Ye Fan watched the sunrise in the morning, admired the colorful clouds in the evening, and stayed in a Taoist temple. Four days later, the Taoist gathering finally began.
The religious leaders from all over the world came. This grand event was very grand. Masters appeared one after another, which made people look forward to it. Many young people with extraordinary talents also showed up, which made people feel amazing.
Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace is the most majestic palace on the main peak of Maoshan Pure Land. It was built after the emergence of Sanmao Zhenjun in the Western Han Dynasty.
In front of this magnificent Taoist palace, there is a very open place, which was a martial arts performance ground opened by Zhenjun Sanmao. It is protected by powerful Tao marks and is difficult to damage.
At the gathering of ascetics, each sect first discussed the problem that everyone is facing now: how to practice in the future when the essence of heaven and earth has dried up?
Everyone expresses their opinions, but there is no real solution. Not even the great supernatural beings of ancient times can solve it. Naturally, it is impossible to eliminate this serious problem in this world.
The dull agenda quickly passed, and next came the focus of people's attention - the competition. The main reason for attending this event was to watch the masters compete for supremacy.
The so-called Monk Conference is a grand event full of competitions. The bloody battles are mainly duels between the younger generations. In ancient times, the various factions were for exchanges and discussions, but now they have evolved into competition.
The strong contend for supremacy, who is superior and who is inferior, who is weak and who is strong, and they have to compete every time. The competition becomes more and more intense year by year, and the original intention of the ancient competition has been lost.
Ye Fanyin sat in the distance and watched quietly. He also came from Lunhai and the secret realm of Dao Palace. Now when he looks back, he has a different feeling.
"Qiang", "Qiang"...
The sword light soared into the sky, a palm-long flying sword cut through the sky and danced vertically and horizontally. Zhan Yifan from the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect was invincible, defeating twelve masters of his generation in a row.
"After crossing that level of heaven and reaching the first stage of transforming into a dragon, it's really unbelievable. I'm afraid there aren't many senior figures in the world who can suppress him." Someone lamented.
Zhan Yifan jumped up and left the martial arts arena. After the first battle, no one could challenge him. He advanced all the way and everyone was optimistic about it.
On the other side, Long Xiaoque is also marching forward, unstoppable. The demonic aura is surging there, the purple blood is permeating the air, and its powerful combat power is frightening in all directions.
It has attracted the beautiful eyes of many female monks to shine. Such a powerful figure is likely to become the number one demon clan in the future and be respected by the whole world.
Someone in the demon race once predicted that this child, who was not a creature in a pond, would be able to soar into the sky in the future, not even the heaven and earth could stop him.
"It's a pity that the Celestial Demon Body from the Original Dragon Cave in Changbai Mountain didn't come. Otherwise, who is weak and strong will be able to judge who will be the best master of the Demon Clan in the future."
"Yeah, I don't know why, the Changbai lineage didn't send anyone here. It is said that they have sealed the mountain and don't allow outsiders to set foot on it. I really don't know what happened."
When people lamented the amazingness of Long Xiaoque, they also mentioned another figure of the Yao Clan who had a celestial appearance. They all felt very regretful that they could not get a glimpse of the legendary physique.
"Long Xiaoque's brilliance lies in his understanding. His understanding of Tao is extremely deep, which is higher than that of his peers. Even though the Heavenly Demon Body has an extraordinary physique, it may not be able to compare with him."
"Yes, you can see that what he just performed was a move from the Dragon Bird Slayer God Record. The purple energy was majestic and the thunder shook the sky. He clearly understood the true meaning and reached the state of transformation!"
Many people were exclaiming that the dragon bird in the field was like an ancient demon god resurrected, with bronze skin, flying black hair, majestic appearance, eyes like cold lightning, fighting with thirteen masters, overwhelming all the heroes.
The dragon bird's purple energy surged in all directions, like a boiling purple sea, flooding the heaven and earth, creating thunder and lightning one after another. The lightning was dazzling, the rumble was deafening, and it was so powerful that it suppressed everyone.
Everyone was amazed at the profoundness of his Taoism, which was rarely matched by the younger generation in the world. People of this tribe once said that he had the spirit of an ancestor, but it was a pity that he was born at the wrong time.
Ye Fan watched quietly and nodded secretly, looking at this young demon clan strongman. He was indeed extraordinary. If he had been born in Beidou, he might have become a great person.
The majestic purple energy flooded the ten directions, and all thirteen enemies were suppressed by Long Xiaoque. He fell from the sky, his hair was disheveled, and his bronze body shone with treasure, making him look very strong.
Many young female disciples from each sect exclaimed, with stunning brilliance in their eyes. His strength comes from the bottom of his heart, and his demonic aura makes many opponents tremble. It is amazing and shocking, and he is unique among his peers.
"brush"
He looked at Ye Fan in the crowd with cold eyes, his hostility undisguised, and whispered: "I want to have sex with you."
Ye Fan shook his head. He couldn't agree. In his situation, he had no desire to take action and didn't want to kill the genius here.
Long Xiaoque's eyes flashed with astonishing light. He strode forward and directly attacked Ye Fan in the crowd. He used all his strength and was very hostile.
He stood majestic and straight, and struck with all his strength. His whole body was boiling with purple blood, and the blood of the demon god was completely revived. He cracked the sky and his eyes were terrifying!
Ye Fan was startled. Seeing his momentum, he thought of an old friend - the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King. There was a kind of wildness in them.
Moreover, everything is written on his face, he will not hide it, he will go straight to the situation, and if there is hostility in his heart, he will take action directly.
Unfortunately, the celestial-looking Xiaopeng King died in the test set by the ancient great sage. He died of hatred and failed to appear in the battle for imperial supremacy.
Everyone exclaimed and dodged. In today's world, not even the elders could suppress Long Xiaoque. The purple blood was surging like a violent wave. Only Ye Fan himself was left in this place.
He didn't avoid it, he just stretched out an index finger, enlarged it in an instant, and pressed it down like a golden pillar, instantly dissipating the purple blood energy in the sky.
"boom"
The golden finger fell down, which was more than ten feet long, knocking the dragon bird away, then pressed it on top of its head, and did not let go until it was close to the dragon bird family.
Everyone was shocked, wondering where this master appeared.
Ye Fan lectured in the Lingbao Sect and killed the great demon in the original Dragon Cave in Changbai Mountain. This was not spread to the outside world, so most people did not know him.
"Do you, your clan, want to kill me?" He sent a message with his spiritual mind and stared at everyone in the Daxia Dragon Bird Cluster.
"Fellow Taoist, please calm down, that's not the case. We just want to find out who the person who manifested in our Jiujiang branch is, and we don't want revenge." An old demon from the tribe explained.
"It has nothing to do with my tribe, I just want to see how strong you are!" Long Xiaoque also said.
Ye Fan scanned the consciousness of several people with his powerful spiritual thoughts and found that what he said was true. Although there was some hostility, he did not have the idea of killing him in a bloody battle.
"In that case, that's it. I'll accompany you on a few moves." He still faced the enemy with a golden finger, like a golden stick that broke the sky. Every time he stroked it, the lines flickered, and the pressure was
The sky rumbled.
Long Xiaoque's eyes were blazing, like a wild beast, opening and closing widely, displaying various demonic and mysterious skills to fight against this finger.
Many monks present were surprised, almost stupid, what a powerful cultivation level this was. Could it be the Great Perfection of Dragon Transformation, or had it entered the secret realm of Immortal Platform? Otherwise, how could it be like this!
The people of the Daxia Longque clan were very scared, fearing that Ye Fan would be a killer, but after looking at it for a while, they realized that this was actually an instruction. This young man was evolving the holy skills of the demon clan and indirectly spreading the law.
When Ye Fan saw Long Xiaoque, he thought of the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King for a moment. He couldn't help but use the fighting holy method to evolve the Heavenly Demon Slaying Holy Technique, and gave some random advice.
"Qiang"
A sword light flew towards him, Zhan Yifan took action and also attacked Ye Fan. The flying sword light soared into the sky and cut through the sky.
At the same time, Huang Tiannu's beautiful eyes were filled with brilliance and her beauty shocked the world. She also rushed over and filled the sky with calamity fire, burning towards the mysterious and powerful man in front of her who was motionless as a mountain.
At the next moment, the Kunlun Pisces also took action, and the fish floated out of the dust and performed mystical skills. The little fish was as light and agile as an immortal, peerless and charming, and controlled the magic with bare hands.
Ye Fan was naturally merciful and treated everyone equally. He used the sword intention of red pine nuts to recruit Zhan Yifan, and evolved the magical skills of Yao Chi to defeat Kunlun Pisces.
Everyone was stunned. Who was this person? He could withstand the attacks of the five top masters of the younger generation by himself!
Especially the younger generation were all shocked and couldn't believe it. It was like a myth.
Ye Fan suppressed his cultivation in the ninth level of Dragon Transformation, but in the eyes of everyone, he was still majestic and too shocking.
"boom"
Suddenly, at this moment, several people from the Western Orthodox Church took action. Each person held a roll, unfolded it with force, and sealed it towards Ye Fan.
It turned out to be several forbidden weapons, containing great magic power. Each picture contained an ancient spell, which had destructive power.
Forbidden weapons can only be used a few times, and those that are particularly powerful will self-destruct in one go. Obviously these pictures are the latter, with the ocean of law surging.
Ye Fan's eyes were cold. He suppressed his realm in the ninth heaven of dragon transformation just to see if these people dared to kill him. At this time, he took action without mercy.
A big golden slap directly shattered an ancient picture of forbidden weapons, and then turned an old Western powerhouse behind the picture into flesh.
"puff"
Then, he flipped his hand and shattered another forbidden weapon. Wherever the golden millstone-like palm passed, another powerful inheritor of the Western Taoism was also smashed into a pulp.
Everyone was stunned!
"Come to Middle-earth to kill me. You are quite courageous. If you dare to act wild here, I will go to the West!" Ye Fan said coldly.
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