Chapter 427 Directory of the Underworld, life-threatening magical powers!
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Huhu~
Goshawks flew across the sky, and the air currents surged.
At a certain moment, Yang Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the back of the eagle and breathing heavily to strengthen his body, opened his eyes. The big black dog stood up with a "swish" sound, very alert.
"Is this Taoist aura?!"
He pointed at the center of his eyebrows, opened his eyes, and looked into the distance, he noticed an unusual aura, cold and vast.
This kind of aura is very close to the way those Taoist priests from Moyun Sect used the Divine Peak Demon Suppressing Order in Deyang Mansion.
It is the aura that sets up the altar and performs Taoist magic.
In the martial arts world, the "Dao Wu" that is created is somewhat similar to the aura when magical powers are activated.
However, compared to those poor Taoist priests at Moyun Sect, the aura they sensed at this time was more than a thousand times greater.
Peering in front of my mind, I feel the tide is surging, like a river bursting its banks.
"Such a powerful Taoist aura..."
Yang Yu's eyes flashed, urging Goshawk to speed up.
Phew!
The goshawk whined, fluttering its wings and flying wildly. The rest time was too short, and its physical strength and spirit were a little sluggish.
This cannot be made up for by taking pills.
But it didn't dare to refuse, so it had no choice but to risk its life and fly away into the distance.
call!
At a certain moment, Yang Yu's heart suddenly shook, and a terrifying energy suddenly descended on him.
"Thousand-mile soul lock?!"
His eyes narrowed and he looked under the sea of clouds.
Hundreds of feet high in the sky couldn't hide his gaze, and he could see the source of Qi in almost a glance.
That is……
Phew!
The goshawk was frightened and fell, hurriedly fluttering its wings to stabilize itself.
"Go down."
Yang Yu gently pressed the eagle's back, breathing in the inner breath, soothing its panic.
Woohoo~
On a lying cow stone that is as tall as a person, a middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance is sitting cross-legged, playing the flute lightly, mixed with the sound of the wind, floating in the distance.
Yang Yu sat down on his eagle's back and looked at the middle-aged man from a few miles away.
He was dressed in clean white clothes, and his body was slender and well-proportioned. He didn't show any sharpness, but he had the air of a great master.
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The sound of the flute stopped, and Yang Yu opened his mouth and revealed his identity:
"Wang Muzhi."
Wang Muzhi, a native of Wanxiang Mountain.
There are few martial artists in Long Yuan Dao who don’t know him.
A man who was born in Confucianism, but rose to the throne of the first person in Longyuan Martial Arts. Not only did he possess supernatural powers, but he also possessed a powerful supernatural power similar to "casting beans to make soldiers" but actually called "Clone Shadow".
Among the letters left by Xu Wenji, the threat from the person in front of him is even greater than that of Zhang Lingfeng.
In fact, this was also the case. When facing this person, Yang Prison smelled an extremely strong threat, which forced him to leave the goshawk behind.
"Yang Yu, speaking of it, you can be regarded as my junior brother."
Playing the flute, Wang Muzhi smiled:
"I have been paying attention to you all these years. No wonder the teacher values you. There are not many people like you in the world."
"Mr. Xu has a half-sister relationship with me, but it is said that he has already kicked you out of the door. How can you say that you are a senior brother?"
Yang Yu replied calmly.
The two of them were looking at each other, a little surprised and cautious.
"Once a teacher, always a father. He disowns me, but I cannot disown him."
Wang Muzhi sighed slightly, pointed to the Wanniu Stone opposite, and motioned for Yang Yu to take a seat:
"Although the spirit bird is good, it still needs sex. We might as well have a chat during this break."
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows and sat down without fear.
"Have the people from Qiankun Cave looked for you?"
"Um?"
Facing Wang Muzhi who asked questions but was determined, Yang Yu's heart moved: "Are you the master of Qiankun Cave?"
"Of course not."
Wang Muzhi was speechless, but he also admitted:
"I did join Qiankun Cave, not because I was impressed by their promises, but because I was somewhat interested in their ideas."
"A world of great harmony?"
Yang Yu said calmly.
He was extremely wary of the people in Qiankun Cave. In his mind, this group of people was no less harmful than the Lian Sheng Cult.
A group of supernatural power masters who think they are superior to others want to create a harmonious world where everyone is equal...
"Except this."
Wang Muzhi shook his head and said:
"Throughout the ages, my various Confucian classics have only recorded the shortcomings of 'aristocratic families wielding power, strong men and powerful men coming together, and officials swallowing people up', but no one has ever dared to mention 'the royal family is supreme'."
"so what?"
Yang Yu's face was expressionless.
The concept of Qiankun Cave may be shocking to anyone in this world, but he is an exception.
In his past life and this life, he has always been in awe of the imperial power and has no intention of submitting.
Wang Muzhi's eyes moved slightly and asked: "Do you know why K and the teacher parted ways? They grew tired of each other for decades and never saw each other again?"
"I don't know, and I have no interest."
Yang Yu's tone was cold and hard.
Rather than this, he was looking at the person in front of him more, looking for flaws and omissions.
However, this middle-aged man just sat casually, but he seemed to be in harmony with the heaven and earth, and the void around him and his aura were connected together, without any flaws or flaws at all.
The entrance hall is opened, and heaven and man are united.
"In the past three thousand years, our Confucianism has actually only had two paths. One is to gain the ruler and practice the Dao, and the second is to enlighten the people and practice the Dao."
Wang Muzhi didn't care at all about Yang Yu's attitude and kept talking to himself.
"Keep the people on the right path."
Yang Prison was startled.
Confucianism’s concepts of winning the king and practicing the Dao and enlightening the people and practicing the Dao are actually not complicated. The former is to persuade the monarch, display his ambitions, and change the world from top to bottom.
The latter is to broaden people's wisdom and change the world from bottom to top.
At its root, it is an attempt to establish a reasonable human order.
only……
"...I have walked through both roads one after another. Unfortunately, I later discovered that neither road is actually feasible. Especially the latter..."
As he spoke, Wang Muzhi let out a long sigh.
"Because of the power."
Yang Prison spoke.
"Yes, it is strength."
Wang Muzhi nodded:
"A team of ten cavalrymen is enough to massacre thousands of people. Those in power throughout the ages have not actually cared about what the people think about life or death.
Except for the Taizu of this dynasty, he was born as a beggar, which is really different from the emperors of the past dynasties, but the ones after him..."
After Yang Yu heard what he said, he suddenly sneered:
"So, you chose Zhang Lingfeng?"
"Actually, I didn't choose him, but..."
As he spoke, Wang Muzhi fell into silence.
After a while, he changed the topic and asked:
"What would you do if there was chaos in the world tomorrow?"
Without waiting for Yang Yu's reply, he spoke first:
"With your martial arts, even if the world is in chaos, you can still retreat to one place to protect your relatives and friends."
Yang Prison frowned:
"What do you want to say?"
Wang Muzhi didn't answer and thought to himself:
"But once the world is in chaos, war breaks out, the prairie fire breaks out, foreign races enter the country, and heroes compete for hegemony.
The old order has collapsed, you can no longer obtain elixirs, your martial arts skills have plummeted, and the town's output is not even enough to support your current level?"
Yang Prison frowned more and more.
As his martial arts became more and more advanced, he rarely encountered people whom he could not understand at all.
But at this moment, he found that he couldn't figure out the greatest master of Long Yuan Dao in front of him at all, and he didn't know what he wanted to do.
"You will get out of seclusion!"
Wang Muzhi is certain:
"It's not just you. There are famous masters in the world. If he can't eat the wind and drink the dew, then even if he is a martial saint, he can't avoid it."
"what do you want to say in the end?"
Yang Yu interrupted him in a deep voice.
"I just want to ask you one more thing."
"What words?"
Wang Muzhi played the flute, his eyes were deep and clear, seeming to reflect the silhouette of a person:
"Are you willing to live under someone else's roof?"
Buzz!
This sound was so deafening that Yang Yu felt thunder in his ears, his body couldn't help but trembled, and he subconsciously held down the handle of the knife.
But the figure of Wang Muzhi in front of him slowly faded, and in a few moments, he disappeared from his sight.
"I see."
Before disappearing, he had a smile on his face.
Supernatural power, avatar?!
"What did he understand?!"
Yang Yu let go of the handle of the knife, and recalling Wang Muzhi's words, a strange feeling arose in his heart.
He said so much in a fog, it didn't look like a conversation between enemies, but rather like an aide giving advice?
There is an illusion of persuading him to rebel and make himself king...
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Boom!
The terrifying levels of blood burned like the blazing sun, and the terrifying light and heat burned away the omnipresent mist.
Sensing the strangeness and crisis, Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian could no longer hold back and took action boldly.
Neither of them had any reservations about this move.
Lin Qitian bent his bow and set an arrow. True Gang and blood energy were intertwined on the arrow. Once the arrow was sent out, it divided itself, dividing one into two and two into four.
It’s just a blink of an eye, but it has already been a long time.
Like a fierce and terrifying meteor shower, it penetrated numerous fog barriers and locked all the avoidance directions where Zhang Lingfeng was.
Even more intimidating is Ren Xiaoxiao, who is watching the battle from a distance.
And the one who is even more cruel than him is Wei Zhengxian!
The frightening level of blood energy soared into the sky. Wei Zhengxian used all his innate energy and stepped out with one step. A whirlwind blew within ten feet, ten feet, or even a hundred feet.
Fang Tian's painted halberd, as red as old iron, fell across the sky, carrying the weight of a mountain, with the force of wind and thunder, almost blowing away the omnipresent fog.
"The Dojo of Life and Death..."
Facing the killing blows of the two great masters, Zhang Lingfeng did not dodge again this time. Instead, he closed his eyes and recited an ancient song.
The desolate and ancient voice echoed across the vast plain, and everyone who heard it felt chilled.
Boom!
As the sound echoed, the massive mist rioted, surged, and boiled.
At this moment, all the onlookers seemed to be in a trance.
Buzz!
Yu Jing's pupils shrank.
The thick mist was surging, like thousands of long snakes intersecting, and in a split second, he actually saw a huge phantom.
Although the phantom was just a mixture of mist and his clothes and appearance could not be clearly seen, the moment he saw it, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
In a daze, he seemed to see a ghost and god with a majestic face.
He stood on the wilderness, taller than Longyuan Daocheng, holding an ancient scroll in one hand and a huge wolf brush in the other.
This is……
Whoosh!
After closing his eyes for a moment, Zhang Lingfeng opened his eyes.
Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian are both heroes in the world. Even if they try their best, they can only try to save their lives.
Due to his limited cultivation, his Taoist skills were unable to harm the two of them at all, and there were even signs of being countered.
But he is not just a Taoist.
His method altar does more than just Taoism.
"I have had your names for seventeen years..."
The faint sound was like a ghost crying.
All Zhang Lingfeng's emotions disappeared, and all the past events flashed before his eyes.
During the more than ten years of being banned, under the guidance of his teacher, he learned all kinds of Taoism and strange arts, and mastered the magical power that he had been united with since childhood.
Kill!
The first people he wrote down were the three heroes of Long Yuan who were the most famous in Long Yuan Dao at that time!
As for his magical power, there is no difficulty in writing it. All he needs to do is find the register where his name is recorded.
The real difficulty lies in hooking!
Hook his name, extinguish his life, swallow his soul!
The reason why he broke through the entrance was precisely because the people he wrote in the book, 'Cang Hai', 'Yuan Fei' and others, died one after another!
Whoosh!
Zhang Lingfeng's eyes were no longer white at all, and ink drops as red as blood were dripping from the tip of the wolf-brush pen at this time.
"Um?!"
The moment the phantoms of ghosts and gods appeared, Wei Zhengxian's mind was shocked, and he felt that the crisis was like a sky curtain blocking all light.
"Supernatural power?!"
In a daze, he felt that the two of them were standing on top of a yellowed and incomplete ancient scroll, and a large pen that looked like a pillar of heaven fell down.
In my ears, there was a terrifying scream in an unknown language:
"Today, there are mortals Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian who have offended the gods. The gods use the commandments of the underworld to deprive them of all their life span and send them to the endless hell!"
Rumble!
The terrifying divine voice spread through the mist and shook the sky and the earth. Everyone who heard it was horrified. Even Ren Xiaoxiao and others felt their hearts go cold.
Until, a sonorous voice revealed the sound of weeping blood:
"Zhang Lingfeng!"
boom!
It was as if someone had kicked down the furnace. Lin Qitian had accumulated a lifetime of blood and energy, and the energy and blood rose like an ocean.
What came out was a golden light that was like substance.
Overlord Zhen Gang!
As a master archer, Lin Qitian couldn't remember how long it had been since he activated this true weapon so violently.
With this push, he felt like he was back on the battlefield of gold and iron!
"Do you think you are the only one with magical powers?!"
In less than a thousandth of an instant, Lin Qitian woke up from his drowsiness. He let out a loud roar and shattered the omnipresent fog.
With his body like a long bow and his fists and arms like arrows, he attacked Zhang Lingfeng, who had his arms spread wide and a terrifying look on his face.
boom!
Almost at the same time, Wei Zhengxian also roared, raising his arms high to face the giant wolf-hair pen.
The reaction of the two people could not be described as unpleasant, and their cooperation could not be described as tacit understanding. However, everyone who was watching felt that their hearts were cold.
Among the crowd, Yu Lingxian's heart was filled with chills.
Not only was he surprised by the magical power, but he was also shocked by Zhang Lingfeng's scheming.
This second young master who seems to be in a precarious position and who seems to be not favored by everyone has not only learned a powerful Taoist skill, but also has developed a lot of skills in the past ten years.
Without anyone noticing, Daocheng was almost transformed into an altar that matched his own magical powers and could increase his blessings!
Such scheming and terror made her tremble.
"spirits."
Zhang Lingfeng raised his head indifferently, looking at Lin Qitian who was charging towards him, with a ferocious expression on his lips:
"The judge wants someone to die at the third watch, who will keep him alive until the fifth watch?!"
boom!
No sound could be heard in his ears. The moment he raised his arms, what Wei Zhengxian felt was not the huge force he imagined.
He is endowed with extraordinary talent, his arms have the power of the Four Elephants, and his innate Qi is close to the ninth level, which is enough to compete with any great master.
As expected, the giant pillar-like wolf-hair brush was held up by him.
However, after the great strength, there is the ultimate cold!
It seems that I am like a firefly, but there are strong winds all around. Under the terrible storm, the fire of life may be blown out at any time.
"If I die, brothers..."
The decision is made between life and death.
Before the thought passed through Wei Zhengxian's mind, there was already a buzzing sound in his chest, his blood was boiling, and he was about to shatter the furnace.
He has been through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but he has never been afraid of death.
only……
Boom!
At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed before his eyes.
"General Wei, there will be times when he is so embarrassed..."
What is this sound?
Wei Zhengxian's eyes were in a trance, and he saw a palm suddenly passing through the void, its long five fingers flexing and stretching, like a blooming lotus rising upward.
The momentum is as strong as the sky, facing the huge wolf-hair pen: