Chapter 84: The Thirteen True Biography of Jusheng Mountain! Zhuang Ming! [On the shelf
"What?"
Nie Ping's complexion changed slightly.
He originally thought that this young man's cultivation was shallow and he was just an ordinary person who could be destroyed easily.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the young man suddenly opened his mouth, and a white light burst out, like a white sword!
The sword is sharp!
Contains sword intent!
It is especially superior to the Taoist skills of the upper level of Taoyin!
It was actually three points more powerful than the crossbow arrows fired from the five crossbow beds!
But it's still not enough to kill him!
"break!"
Nie Ping's eyes were cold and he stretched out his hand a little.
This seemingly sharp and sharp sword light.
Suddenly he pointed it out!
Then he raised his hand again and wanted to kill Zhuang Ming again!
Zhuang Ming raised his head, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Nie Ping's heart suddenly shivered.
Puff!
The protective magic surrounding the body is easily broken!
His back suddenly hurt!
It felt like I had been chopped several times!
He opened his mouth, and a shadow enveloped him.
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"I never thought about killing you with this sword, nor did I think about using this sword to protect myself. I just stopped you for a moment."
Zhuang Ming let out a long breath, feeling empty and weak inside his body.
All the energy that had been accumulated for many days burst out.
The atrium is completely empty.
Only 70% of the true energy in the Dantian is left.
He fired this sword just to delay it for a while.
Sure enough, even if he harbors the sword intention of Bai Shengjun from the Gathering Holy Mountain.
But after all, the true energy is too weak, the Tao is too shallow, and the accumulation time is not long enough.
Although this sword is powerful, it is still unable to harm the real person Jin Dan.
It can only slow down the opponent's attack.
With just such a delay, the outcome was decided.
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"Asshole..."
Nie Ping lowered his head.
The dragon's claw pinched him.
And the claw tips pierced through his internal organs.
The dragon's divine power and sharp dragon claws easily tore apart his mana and penetrated his body.
His eyes were full of unwillingness.
He was originally high-spirited and traveled around the world. The reason why he came here was just to subdue a mount, not to die.
And this dragon is indeed as expected, it has just become a great demon and is lower than itself.
But why did he end up here and lose his life?
"Higher cultivation means stronger strength."
Zhuang Ming said calmly: "Strength is the key to victory or defeat, not the only one."
The level of cultivation is not the same as the level of combat power.
In the world of martial arts, being strong does not mean being invincible.
Strength, skill, movement, timing, location, etc., can all be the factors that determine victory or defeat.
Unless the difference in cultivation level is too big, causing one strength to drop ten levels.
But at the same level, although Nie Ping's cultivation level is higher than that of Jiao Long, it is not enough to suppress the ten guilds with one force.
Nie Ping, a Jindan master who has been practicing for more than a hundred years, is indeed powerful and can display all his abilities, but after all, he is not as meticulous as Zhuang Mingyun's Jiaolong, who can calculate all the powers and use them carefully.
Go to every beneficial aspect and make the most of it.
This is not because Nie Ping is too stupid, but as a cultivator, he is focused on cultivating the path and only seeks breakthroughs in cultivation, rather than focusing on the application of fighting skills.
After all, when he spends time studying the method of fighting, he can use his magic power to its fullest... Perhaps the energy and time spent in this process will be enough for him to further his cultivation, so that he can break the magic with force and become stronger.
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"I...are not convinced..."
Nie Ping opened his mouth, but blood could not stop pouring out.
He was unwilling to give in. Although his cultivation level was not equal to his combat power, the dragon was indeed not inferior to him due to its strong body. However, he used his heart-fire-burning Dao **, which was stronger and could have suppressed it, thereby killing him.
Dragon's.
But from the beginning, he was unknowingly poisoned. Although the poison was too weak for him, he could refine the poison in an instant. However, during the refinement, he was injured by the dragon and lost his ability.
The machine is at a disadvantage.
Then came the general trend of Feng Shui, which was almost like a formation assisting.
Then came five more mundane crossbow beds, constantly harassing!
He is higher than the dragon.
But it failed because of these three.
Poison, Feng Shui, crossbow arrows.
These three are all mundane external forces, and they are not considered in the eyes of this real person who is higher than the world.
However, in a situation where they were evenly matched and evenly matched, this trivial external force became the last straw that overwhelmed him, allowing Jiaolong to defeat him.
If it weren't for external forces, how could he have been defeated?
How could he lose based on his ability alone?
Poof!
The dragon clawed harder and harder, and the tip of the claw penetrated him completely.
Zhuang Ming looked calm and said: "External force is also force, just like your magic weapon. As long as you can borrow the force and turn it into your own use, it is your ability. Why don't you accept it?"
Nie Ping's eyes gradually dimmed.
Being able to borrow strength is a skill.
If this dragon was just a monster in the mountains, it wouldn't have the wisdom to rely on it.
But it can use the power of mortals to cooperate with this crippled young man, which shows that it has extremely high intelligence, far higher than ordinary big demons.
Spiritual wisdom** is also its ability.
What else are you dissatisfied with?
It's just... I'm still not willing to accept it after all.
The real man who was about to surrender his mount was killed. He just sighed softly and his breath gradually became low.
At this moment, a blazing light burst out of his eyes.
Even if it means death, it cannot be so humiliating!
Just when he was running the golden elixir!
A sudden emptiness!
Nie Ping raised his head, opened his mouth, and his pupils were blurry.
The golden elixir has been taken out from his Dantian by the dragon's claws.
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"The essence, Qi and spirit are unified, condensed with magic power, and based on the Tao Seal. This is the golden elixir, which is eternal and harmonious."
Zhuang Ming looked at the golden elixir with intense eyes.
But something moved his mind.
The dragon opened his mouth.
The golden elixir was swallowed up by the dragon.
Although it is not comparable to the divine stone transformed into the dragon eye, it is still a rare treasure in the world.
If the dragon is greedy, it will eat all the heavens.
In the heavens, everything that contains spiritual energy is inedible, and everything is inedible.
Everything you eat can be turned into something for your own use!
After obtaining this golden elixir, Jiaolong will refine it, and his cultivation level will surely reach a higher level.
"finally……"
Zhuang Ming sat down and closed his eyes slightly.
But my heart is still throbbing.
The energy is still turbulent.
He was still uneasy in his heart.
His brows gradually furrowed.
"The variables have been stabilized, why are they still so throbbing?"
Zhuang Ming felt awe-inspiring in his heart.
The Dongsheng Dynasty belongs to the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain. Apart from him, there are no practitioners at all.
Nie Ping is a person who should not appear outside this world, and is a variable in his layout and planning.
This person is an overseas practitioner and knows little about the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain. He came here after hearing about the dragon incident, which was something he could not predict.
However, he took precautions against the unexpected changes that Song Tianyuan encountered in Xuancheng and made preparations in advance.
This god-like being came with bad intentions and dared to invade the villa, but he was also killed by him.
He killed the enemy.
And suppressed the secular world.
Why are you still uneasy?
"Is it possible..."
He opened his eyes, his eyes burning.
Doom comes in pairs?
Are there two variables?
Is there more than one person who came after hearing the news?
He stretched out his hand and made a move, and immediately saw the dragon shrinking in size and falling into his hand.
Nie Ping's body was smashed into the pond.
A moment passed.
The throbbing in his heart became more intense.
It seems that doom is getting closer and closer.
His body only felt throbbing, but he felt no threat.
On the contrary, the body of the dragon, with its very wide perception, gradually felt that the crisis was approaching.
Zhuang Ming took a deep breath, thought slightly, and suddenly threw the dragon upward.
Suddenly the wind and clouds gathered together, the dragon stretched its long body, climbed into the sky, and looked down at the people.
"Your Majesty is here to visit, why don't you show up?"
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The wind and clouds are gathering, and the dragon is wandering.
A hundred miles in radius, you can see everything.
And in Zhongding Mansion, Yaocheng is located.
I saw an old man in Taoist robes, walking like the wind, coming from overseas and passing by Yaocheng. He only stopped for a moment and then walked slowly towards Zhongwang Mountain.
He had a weak aura and was quite inconspicuous.
But when the dragon flew into the sky, his eyes revealed a magical light. He looked up and landed on the dragon over dozens of miles away.
Jiaolong also sensed the prying eyes and immediately looked towards the old man.
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"What a powerful dragon."
The old man in Taoist robes showed some emotion.
He restrained his breath and came in secret. He never expected that he would be exposed so easily.
In desperation, he patted him gently, and the breeze blew him up into the sky.
Tens of miles away, it will arrive in a moment.
At his feet is Zhongwang Mountain.
The almost ruined Qianlong Villa is shocking.
The battle like gods and gods still retains powerful power.
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Zhuang Ming's expression remained normal, and he stretched out his hand.
The dragon fell from the clouds, turned into a man about ten feet long, coiled around him, raised its head, and looked at the old man.
"In today's world, I thought that practitioners would be extinct, but I didn't expect that today, one after another, Taoist masters at the golden elixir level would come."
Zhuang Ming smiled slightly and looked forward.
The dragon opened his mouth and spat out.
The wind suddenly rose.
Clean up messy places.
The fragments of the stone table actually coalesced into one.
"Please take a seat."
Zhuang Ming extended his hand to invite.
The old Taoist slowly fell down and stood with his hands behind his back.
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On the mountainside.
"Why is there another one?"
"Such powerful gods and goddesses have always been only in legends. How come they are coming one after another today?"
"So what about immortals? Didn't Lord Long just kill one too?"
"Tianji Divine Crossbow is ready!"
"There are not many crossbow arrows left."
Liu Quan whispered: "There were not many crossbow arrows collected that day. Many of them were shot just now, but they were all reduced to ashes. There are less than twenty arrows left."
Lu He's expression changed slightly, and he said solemnly: "We'll talk about it after we finish shooting."
As a martial arts master, he also has extremely sharp eyesight.
Although it is a power beyond the mundane world.
But he could still see that the Tianji Divine Crossbow was not the key to victory or defeat.
The key is the power of Dragon King!
Just now, the middle-aged man was in a stalemate with the dragon's divine power, and they were evenly matched.
The Feng Shui trend of Qianlong Villa and the Tianji Divine Crossbow are the help that tilts towards Long Lord.
Although the assistance is not strong, for a being of this level of immortality, it is even a small amount of power.
But in evenly matched situations, Dragon King can win!
"If this old man is stronger than that man just now, even a hundred divine crossbows will be useless."
"If this old man is weaker than Dragon Lord, the Tianji Divine Crossbow will not matter."
"The Heavenly Secret Crossbow is a fearsome sight in the world, but when faced with people like this, its effectiveness is minimal. It just harasses the opponent and gives the Dragon Lord some help."
Lu He tilted his head slightly and responded: "Since there are not many crossbow arrows left, you act according to the opportunity, and I will go down the mountain."
Although in this level of competition, the strength of the martial arts master is still ordinary, but at least it is not weak, and it may not be useless to protect the young master's side.
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Within the ruins of the villa.
The two sat opposite each other.
Across the empty stone table.
The stone table has been extremely clean after the remaining power of the magic power.
The flowers in the courtyard were also destroyed.
There is no more "soothing" fragrance here.
The old man was looking at Zhuang Ming, and more at Jiaolong.
Zhuang Ming was also sizing up each other.
He is over seventy years old, dressed in Taoist attire, with fair hair and a childlike face, and looks like a Taoist fairy.
Although he has restrained his aura, Jiaolong can still sense it, and his level of cultivation is still higher than that of Nie Ping.
In fact, this old Taoist is even better than Nie Ping, who paid a huge price to develop the power of burning fire and improved his strength.
At this moment, the Tianji Divine Crossbow must not have many arrows, and most of the villa has been destroyed. The water flowing outside has gradually dispersed, and ten percent of the help from the Feng Shui situation has also disappeared.
"Senior, are you from overseas?"
"Exactly."
"Is it also because of the dragon?"
"good."
The old Taoist's eyes moved away from Jiaolong and landed on the young man. He moved his eyes downwards and saw his legs with sluggish blood across the stone table.
Zhuang Ming looked as usual. It was a fact that his legs were disabled.
However, what he was thinking about at this moment was doom, and he couldn't help but sigh.
The Dongsheng Dynasty, due to gathering in holy mountains and blessed lands, had very little contact with overseas countries and was considered very closed.
He raised dragons and defeated more than 20,000 Zhennan troops. This matter was originally a fantasy, and the government began to suppress such remarks, so it was not necessarily spread far and wide within the Dongsheng Dynasty.
But the Dongsheng Dynasty was so closed-minded, yet this matter still spread overseas.
And within a short period of time, it reached the ears of two great practitioners.
Then he attracted two Jindan masters.
Of course, for Zhuang Ming, there is no airtight wall in the world, no matter how closed it is, as long as there is still contact with the outside world, it is not unbelievable that it will spread overseas. As for Jin Dan Zhenren, his cultivation level is extremely high.
With extremely strong senses, it is not impossible to walk on the sea and perceive the conversations of ordinary people.
He originally thought that after all, this was the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain, and practitioners would not dare to set foot there.
However, these two Jindan Masters were so audacious that they believed the stories about dragons passed down by mortals and dared to set foot in the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain just for the sake of a rumor.
The person just now did it because he didn’t know the blessed land of Gathering Holy Mountain.
And this one, I'm afraid, took a desperate risk and came here to take risks.
If it wasn't destiny, how could it be like this?
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"I heard that a dragon appeared here and was raised by a man."
The old Taoist said slowly: "I thought that this person was also a practitioner, but I never thought that he was just the first to achieve true energy... I don't know whether you control the dragon or obey the dragon's orders, but do you know that this is the Holy Gathering Mountain?
Blessed land?"
Zhuang Ming looked strange when he heard this.
This tone sounded quite familiar to him.
Was it like the tone he used to scare Master Nie Ping just now?
At this moment, Zhuang Ming's expression did not change, he just nodded and said: "I have heard a little bit."
The old Taoist spoke slowly and gently knocked on the stone table in front of him.
"It is forbidden for outsiders to set foot in the blessed land of the Holy Mountain, otherwise they will be killed immediately!"
"In my opinion, this dragon should have been given the opportunity to transform in this blessed land, so it can barely be considered a native."
"But even so, such existences born in the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain, which are transcendent from the world, are also not tolerated by Jusheng Mountain."
"Practitioners from outside will be killed by Jusheng Mountain! And those who practice self-cultivation within the blessed land must also withdraw from the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain. If they do not retreat, they will inevitably suffer disaster!"
"Logically speaking, both you and this dragon are considered to be cultivators. If you have cultivated yourself and are not outsiders, you may be able to save your life by escaping from the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain. However, you should never do it.
The dragon swept through the armies, and you used this power to frighten the mortal dynasty."
"This has violated the order of the Holy Gathering Mountain."
"If Ju Shengshan notices it, I am afraid that neither you nor the dragon will be able to escape the fate."
The old Taoist spoke slowly, stroking his beard slightly and looking solemn.
Zhuang Ming suddenly laughed and asked: "Senior, what method can you use to save me in this critical situation?"
The old Taoist said slowly: "Old man comes from the Taiyuan Sect in Tianyu Blessed Land, and has always been on good terms with Jusheng Mountain. If you and the dragon want to survive, you will entrust the dragon to Laowan... If this dragon belongs to me, the Taiyuan Sect protects the mountain.
The mythical beast, relying on the friendship between the Taiyuan Sect and the Jushengshan family, may be able to spare the world and save its life."
Zhuang Ming said calmly: "Senior, what do you mean, I have to let the dragon surrender to you?"
The old Taoist stroked his beard and said, "It's not that I want to subdue this dragon, but that I'm trying to save you."
Zhuang Ming said calmly: "But I see senior, it seems that he can't protect himself."
The old man's hand suddenly froze.
Zhuang Ming said calmly: "Senior, do you know that this is the blessed place of Gathering Saint Mountain?"
The old Taoist slowly lowered his hand and his face gradually changed.
"It is forbidden for outside practitioners to set foot in the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain!"
"No matter what the senior's status is, which immortal sect he comes from, or he is still an outsider who practices cultivation, once he is observed by Ju Shengshan, he will not be able to escape the sword."
"So, how can senior save me?"
Zhuang Ming said calmly, the true energy in Dantian circulated and gradually entered the atrium.
The old Taoist's face became increasingly ugly.
"You are not an ordinary practitioner."
The old Taoist priest pondered slightly and said, "Who are you?"
Zhuang Ming looked solemn and said: "The thirteenth true disciple of Bai Shengjun in Jusheng Mountain, Zhuang Ming."
When the voice fell, his eyes narrowed and his mouth suddenly opened.