Chapter 438 A huge threat, such an outstanding person!
A golden pendant, a black token, a white token, and a puppet.
This is the carrier of the four superior Taoist arts.
"Taoism comes from the divine seed. It uses a very special method to make the divine seed permanent so that it cannot be refined by a single person, so that it can be passed down from generation to generation.
If you want to turn back into a god, I'm afraid it's impossible..."
Yang Prison thought in his mind.
Regarding the records of Taoism, what impressed him most was the point mentioned by Sanxiao Sanren in Tide Theory.
That is, in ancient times, when the tide had not yet set and the world was full of inspiration, although the performance of Taoism also required inheritance objects and altars, there were no other restrictions. Unlike today, it can only be covered by the 'Tao Mist'
Be effective.
In fact, there is no need to carry the inheritance with you, you only need to enshrine it in the mountain gate, and then the disciples of the disciples can travel around the world and can be inspired by the incantation.
According to legend, those who accidentally entered the fairy mountain while seeking immortality, and within ten days learned a "supernatural power" to go down the mountain, transfer houses through walls, and whip their heads and whips, most of them were like this.
According to Sanxiao Sanren's speculation, this is why martial arts did not spread in ancient times.
"If the tide mentioned by Sanxiaosanren really comes, Taoism, in a certain sense, will be far more applicable than martial arts, and it will be easier to control..."
This statement has actually been around for a long time, and many people believe in it.
It is not as strict as martial arts practice. According to legend, the threshold of Taoism is actually not high, and its effect is extremely great. Once the disciples do evil, it is easier to clean up the family.
Yang Prison picked up the one that interested him the most.
[Supposed Puppet]
[Level: Shidu (Part 2)]
[Quality: Shidu (Part 2)]
[Introduction: The Changkong Gate has been enshrined for 800 years as the carrier of the god's seed of 'replacing death and extending life'. If you practice this skill carefully, you can exert its power within the scope of the altar]
[Available through refining: the art of substitute death, there is a very small chance that you can obtain the divine species ‘substitute death’]
[Carving a stand-in from pure Yin wood condensed with evil spirits, the stand-in can withstand and absorb most of the injuries when death is approaching]
Looking at the words floating on the cauldron wall, a thought flashed through Yang Yu's mind:
"Can we use the living dead to replace that 'pure Yin wood condensed by Yin evil spirits'?"
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Huhu~
The waning moon hangs high and the night wind blows gently.
There is no curfew in Longyuan City, the lights are bright, the waning moon hangs on the treetops, and there are still people buzzing.
"Longyuan City..."
Standing on the hill, looking at the brightly lit city in the distance, Qi Gang's eyes were a little moist under his cloak. This crowd was so loud that he finally had no chance with him.
Daoguo recognized his master, and his supernatural powers entered his soul, bringing him a powerful power that he had never thought of, but he was no longer human after all.
He himself felt disgusted with this skin.
But unfortunately, the magical power that can burn everything can't burn itself.
"Use the gods to become gods, and use the devil to become devils. It is easy to say, but how difficult is it to do? I have personally experienced the severe drought in Deyang, and millions of people have been displaced. How can we let the disaster happen again?"
Silently muttering to himself, Qi Gang turned around, tightened his cloak, and was about to leave.
Suddenly, he seemed to feel something. Looking into the distance, he saw Qiu Zhanyu holding his horse in the shadows, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"Where is Qitou going?"
Qiu Zhanyu blocked his way.
"Lao Qiu..."
Qi Gang’s voice was hoarse:
"I know you want to keep me, but you can't stop me..."
"He can't stop you, what about me?"
A slight scolding came from the night, the big cloud eagle flew across like dark clouds covering the moon, the big red martial robe was flying, and Yu Fengxian fell into the sky.
"Little Princess..."
Qi Gang wanted to say, "You can't stop me," but after looking at the Qinglong Yanyue Sword she held upside down, he still swallowed it.
laugh!
Yu Fengxian casually inserted the long knife on the hill and bowed to Qi Gang:
"Deputy Commander Qi traveled thousands of miles to come to the rescue. Fengxian will remember it in his heart..."
"I didn't do anything at all."
Qi Gang avoided her and refused her courtesy:
"The royal palace's night banquet is to reward all the heroes. This is a big event. The little princess should go back..."
"What kind of meritorious officials are they?"
Yu Fengxian hummed and said:
"Follow me back to the city. Tomorrow I will mobilize the power of the entire palace to find a solution for you..."
"...No need."
Qi Gang was silent for a moment and shook his head:
"Wherever the drought demon stays for a long time, there will be a severe disaster. I have stayed in Longyuan City for many days and cannot stay any longer..."
It was not that Qi Gang didn't understand Dao Fruit, but he was sure that his Dao Fruit was different from any known ones.
This is a natural disaster star, and its rituals have already begun as early as the moment of recognizing the Lord.
"No way?"
Yu Fengxian felt unwilling.
Having been a colleague for several years, she really couldn't bear to see Qi Gang reduced to what he is now.
"I will find a deserted hot desert and isolate myself..."
Qi Gang turned around silently and walked into the night:
"There is no need to keep me. If I succeed, I will come back. If I fail..."
"Get the stuff!"
Yu Fengxian gritted his teeth and suddenly threw out a baggage.
Qi Gang took it and did not refuse.
"Qitou..."
Looking at that desolate back, Qiu Zhanyu felt great pain in his heart. In the past, Qigang, Qingzhou, and even Longyuandao's Jin Yiwei, who had the best chance of entering the capital of the gods, was once very high-spirited.
But now...
Yu Fengxian looked sad, she wanted to keep someone, but...
In the night wind, the two stood for a long time, until Qi Gang's retreating figure could no longer be seen and made no movement.
"There are not many Jinyiwei in Qingzhou..."
After a long, long time, Qiu Zhanyu sighed, feeling sad.
Click, click, click...
The friction between the knuckles and the handle of the knife made a sound. Yu Fengxian was extremely upset and couldn't help but slash at Yue several times before flying away on an eagle.
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As the night got darker, more of the guests in the palace dispersed, leaving only the smell of alcohol.
When Yu Fengxian returned to the palace, many servants and maids were clearing away leftovers. The hall was brightly lit, and several old people were sitting upright, discussing something.
boom!
The bamboo stick hit the ground and made a muffled sound. Zhang Wen'an's face was as heavy as water:
"In a banquet, no one who was supposed to come came, and no one who shouldn't come was left behind! That evil has almost ruined our family's reputation in Longyuandao for many years!"
Zhang Lingfeng's turmoil only lasted for more than half a year, but the impact was unimaginable.
"After all, we are the ones who are sorry..."
The older lady sighed, her face full of exhaustion:
"To eliminate dissatisfaction and resentment, it can't be done with just a banquet..."
"That evil!"
Zhang Wen'an couldn't hide his anger and coughed repeatedly.
For more than half a year, he was not treated like an old woman. This old bone was almost left in the woodshed. Even if he was lucky enough to survive, his vitality was damaged.
"That's it, that's all, let's all disperse."
The old lady's mood faded, she waved her hand and left with the help of several maids.
All the old men also dispersed, except for Zhang Wen'an who sat still. After a while, the lights in the palace went out, the guests dispersed, and the old woman walked out again.
"Long Yuan Guards, 70% of the four guards were killed or injured, and only 30% are left. The guests of the royal family have disappeared, and there are almost no guards or private troops left..."
Zhang Wen'an closed his eyes in pain:
"At the three border crossings, Fang Zhenghao has turned against himself, Wei Zhengxian is also full of resentment, and Lin Qitian has seriously damaged the foundation, which is really..."
This is real excruciating pain.
Zhang Lingfeng suddenly launched an attack and except for Nanshan Ba who was not in the city and hundreds of people brought by Yu Fangzhou, the rest either became traitors or were in trouble.
As a result, the Longyuan Guards, which originally numbered nearly 10,000, now numbered less than 3,000.
Various private armies, as well as close forces in the city, also suffered disaster, so that at this banquet, almost no one except Nanshan Ba actually participated in rescuing them.
This is simply a huge irony.
But the banquet still had to be held, not only to appease people's hearts, but also to make various compensations, which made him furious.
"Where's Gong Yangwu?"
the old lady asked.
"He...he has also left."
Zhang Wen'an smiled bitterly:
"We were in trouble, and he was controlled by Wang Muzhi. At this time, he no longer had the face to stay. He, his disciples, his disciples, and the guest minister who was still alive also left..."
Stormy!
After a turmoil subsided, not only the major forces in the city, but also themselves felt the aura of unrest.
"With the imperial court and great righteousness, the temporary pain can be healed in the end."
The old lady forced herself to calm down.
At this critical moment, the old one was in a coma, the young one became a monk, and the younger one was ignorant. Even if she was exhausted, she could not fall down.
"Difficult, difficult, difficult."
Zhang Wen'an shook his head repeatedly:
"In recent years, various Taoist riots have been happening. Others don't know it, but we don't know it. It is said that there was turmoil in the Northwest Road bordering Qingzhou a few days ago.
A master of magical powers appeared out of nowhere, and has occupied the land of three mansions, gathering millions of people, and the entire northwest road has become a mess..."
"It's difficult, why don't you just do it?"
The old lady glanced at him coldly:
"As long as I am still alive, I must not lose the inheritance left by our ancestors! If it is really lost, you and I will not be able to see our ancestors after we die..."
Zhang Wen'an fell silent.
After a long time, he said:
"After this incident, the strength of the palace is not as good as before. It is inevitable that the Taoists are ready to make moves. Looking at it now, there are three people who pose the greatest threat to us."
The old lady looked at him.
"Wang Muzhi, Fang Zhenghao, and Yang Yu!"
"Yang Prison?"
The old lady frowned:
"He just saved us last night."
"A favor is a favor, and a threat is a threat. This boy is younger than Fengxian, but his martial arts is top-notch, and with the blessing of magical powers, he can beat the great master!
Such talented people are rare in the world. And..."
Zhang Wen'an also calmed down:
"He has a reputation among the people for killing drought demons and saving all people. In Longyuan City, he has a reputation as a horse-riding king!
In the army, he had forced Fang Zhenghao to retreat and aided Wei Zhengxian. Lin Qitian's record was excellent, and he was Xu Wenji's disciple! Xu Wenji's reputation in Qingzhou and Yunzhou..."
His voice became more and more solemn, and the old lady's brows gradually wrinkled:
"Xu Wenji is really knowledgeable, but it's a pity..."