Volume 1: Abandoned Land Chapter 49: Peerless Master Dao
At the Dantian, the whirlpool of spiritual energy that had been suppressed by him slowly began to circulate. As Kong Laosan relaxed his mind, a faint pulling force escaped. Suddenly, countless innocent spiritual lights invisible to the naked eye gathered around the wooden house.
Coming, under this pulling force, it slowly sank into Kong Laosan's body.
After three full hours, Kong Laosan suddenly lifted up his breath. The spiritual power that had been slowly sinking into his body was like a funnel pouring backwards, and the speed of gathering more than doubled. After another half an hour, he was completely filled with breath.
After calming down, a breath that was several times more powerful than before dissipated.
After clenching his fists, Kong Laosan showed a hint of joy on his face. He successfully broke through to the sixth level of Qi Refining without any hindrance. It was obvious that his previous accumulation was quite solid.
In the next few days, Kong Laosan locked himself in the wooden house. After thoroughly studying the contents of the three wooden boxes, he began to refine the tungsten steel bracelet Crocodile Lin Sword.
I once had the experience of refining the immortal rope. This time, although the tungsten steel bracelet Crocodile Lin Sword had more spiritual patterns and stronger power, it was much simpler to actually refine it. It took only two days to complete the spiritual thought.
The force is full of spiritual patterns.
As Kong Laosan's thoughts moved, the tungsten steel bracelet trembled, and a black light shone brightly on it. A circle of bracelet shadows the size of pot lids wrapped around him. As the spiritual power poured into it increased, the shadows became darker and darker.
The added solidity gives people an indestructible and heavy feeling. However, the amount of spiritual energy consumed by such a push is really staggering. With his current level of the sixth level of Qi refining, I am afraid that with all his strength, less than half
His spiritual power will be exhausted in a matter of seconds. If he fights with others or is attacked, the time he can hold on will be even shorter.
Compared to the tungsten steel bracelet, the Crocodile Lin Sword does not consume much spiritual power, but it relies on the power of divine thoughts to control it. Under the stimulation of the spiritual power, the palm-sized sword trembled and turned into a three-foot-long sword.
, covered in bone-white bones, at first glance, it looks like a carving of white jade, which is eye-catching.
More than two months later, as three ancient bells rang, countless outer sect disciples gathered under the Tongtian Peak. After six years of getting along, these disciples seemed to be familiar with each other and knew the rules of the sect.
Understand that there is no longer the same restraint as when we first arrived. They talked and laughed together, and the whole scene was extremely noisy.
Most of these disciples are eighteen or nineteen years old, in their prime of life, and have never seen the cruelty of life and death in the world of immortal cultivation. They have no idea how dangerous this trial is. Even a dozen or so of the sixth level of Qi Refining
The disciples gathered together to discuss preparations to go to the depths of Demon Burial Mountain to explore the secrets.
He shook his head secretly. They were not familiar with each other, so Kong Laosan naturally didn't say much. He fell alone in the corner, occasionally teasing the three red blood-crowned snakes in his sleeves, while waiting quietly.
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This time, Kong Laosan took almost all of his belongings with him, even the three young snakes that didn't have much fighting power. He had a desperate attitude.
Half an hour later, as two spiritual lights descended from the peak, the originally chaotic scene suddenly came to a standstill. With the support of some inner disciples around, two long teams soon formed.
There are two elders, a man and a woman. The man is about fifty years old. He wears a black robe with a bun and a serious face. The woman looks much younger, about thirty years old. She is wearing a green skirt and her hair is lightly pulled up.
With a smile on his face, he looked at the chaotic group of young men and women in front of him with interest.
Beside the two elders, there were dozens of inner disciples in blue robes. Kong Laosan glanced around and immediately found an acquaintance. Senior Brother Li Xiuchen who had brought him here was also among them.
It's just that they haven't seen each other since they came to Qinglingmen. It has been six years now.
Just as Kong Laosan was looking at each other, the latter seemed to be sensing something, and happened to look in the direction of Kong Laosan. The two looked at each other, and Kong Laosan could clearly detect the eyes of Senior Brother Li.
A ray of strange color flashed through his eyes, and then moved away as if nothing had happened.
The two elders seemed to be taciturn. Seeing the team lined up, the middle-aged Taoist leader nodded and said briefly, "My surname is Lei, and he is your uncle. This time, the outer disciples will be assessed by
I and fellow Taoist Xu will lead the team. As for the specific content of the assessment, fellow Taoist Xu will explain it to you carefully on the way. Since everyone is here, let’s set off now!”
As the voice fell, Elder Lei shook his sleeves, and a blue boat fell in front of him. I don't know what trick Elder Lei used. The palm-sized blue boat rose in the storm, but it took only a cup of tea.
, has turned into a flying giant boat that covers the sky and the sun, a hundred feet long, spanning the void, and its momentum is astonishing.
An hour later, the giant flying boat filled with outer disciples buzzed and turned into a stream of light. It left the Qingling Sect at an extremely fast speed and sped towards the Demon Burial Mountain.
Thousands of feet high in the sky, white clouds lingered, and the flying giant boat turned into a stream of light. In the blink of an eye, it had flown out of the end of the line of sight. Viewed from a high altitude, the entire land became extremely small, with long rivers like arms and huge mountains like palms. It seemed that the whole world was
Being held in his own hands.
Many outer sect disciples flew into the sky for the first time. They kept looking downwards, their faces full of excitement and curiosity, pointing downwards, and making endless noises.
On the bow of the giant boat, the old man in black robes had his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen into trance. Under the curtain of light propped up around the giant flying boat, he looked enigmatic.
After a while, Kong Laosan also closed his eyes, and the "Yin Ling Sutra" slowly started to circulate.
Demon Burial Mountain has undulating mountains with almost no top.
At this moment, in a vast open space outside the Demon Burial Mountain, some cultivators in different clothes gathered together in twos and threes, chatting idlely and boringly. Most of these cultivators were sixteen or seventeen years old, but some looked strange.
Most of the middle-aged people who looked over thirty years old were unkempt and somewhat slovenly. Many cultivators had colorful pockets hanging on their bodies, which seemed to contain elixirs, talismans, and the like. Some of them looked like beggars among the cultivators.
"General Peng, when do you think the people from Qinyang Dao Palace and Qingling Sect will come? Our Liuhe Sect disciples have been waiting here for three days, will they not stop coming?"
The person called "General Peng" was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a shabby cloth shirt. His slightly protruding nose was very conspicuous, and the whole person looked a bit gloomy. Opposite, a man looked at
The fox-faced young man who looked about the same age looked at the sky and complained with some dissatisfaction.
"Hmph, how do I know? I don't know what those old guys in the sect think. This time they are going to test with the outer disciples of the Qingling Sect of Qinyang Dao Palace. Don't look at the nearly 100,000 disciples here, like you and me.
Generally speaking, it is difficult to pick just one among a hundred people who can reach the sixth level of Qi Refining."
The young man with a sharp nose snorted coldly and glanced at the disciples around him with a look of disdain.
"General Peng, don't let other people's ambitions destroy your own prestige. I don't believe how powerful the disciples of Qinyang Dao Palace and Qingling Sect are. Even if their strength is higher than ours, I'm afraid they are very limited. Can they really be compared to us?"
Can you beat that ugly boy?"
The fox-faced young man shook his head, showing great disapproval.
"Hmph, those who peer into the well, Chou Wu's wind and thunder dual attribute spiritual roots are indeed extraordinary, but if he wants to compete with the real evil disciples of Qingling Sect of Qinyang Dao Palace, he is still far away. That guy from Qinyang Dao Palace
Haven’t you heard of the name “The Peerless Taoist Master”?”
Seemingly annoyed by the phrase "people who peek into the sky from a well", the fox-faced young man's face turned red and wanted to retort. However, after hearing the name "Peerless Taoist Master", the words that originally came to his lips were swallowed hard.
He turned back, his face turning green and red, and after a long while, he said a bit unconvinced, "It's not twelve years ago now, and that Taoist master is no longer an outer disciple of Qinyang Taoist Palace. No matter how powerful he is,
He won’t participate in this test with us. With Chou Wu’s current strength at the eighth level of Qi refining, it won’t be difficult at all to crush disciples like us.”
"Hmph, it's useless to talk more if you don't make sense."
The young man with a sharp nose did not refute, but just waved his hand, obviously no longer interested in continuing the conversation.
On a low peak not far from these young people, two old men in purple robes, a man and a woman, were also whispering to each other.
Not far away from the two of them, a strong young man sat cross-legged without saying a word, with blue and purple light lingering around his body. With every breath and breath, the spiritual power wandering between heaven and earth quietly disappeared into his body, and vaguely,
The breeze, as fine as dust, flickered and flickered.
However, three or four knife marks that penetrated deeply into the flesh of the young man's face ruined his originally handsome face, making him look a bit ferocious.