Chapter 450 The master of all kinds of magical powers...(first update)
Night suddenly came, covering the sky, covering the mountains, rivers and land. The mountains became quiet for a while, with only a few insects chirping.
"I died again?!"
At the foot of Jianfeng, Chu Tianyi was a little stunned.
‘Death’ is no stranger to him.
When I first gained the magical power of 'knowing the future against my will', I would always use this magical power before taking risks, and I was seriously injured and died countless times.
It is precisely relying on this magical power that in these years, from Qingzhou to Longyuan, and then to Dongyue Road, he has achieved all kinds of achievements that are unbelievable to ordinary people.
Others only know that he is bold and diligent in his actions, but they do not know that he has always been "walking on thin ice and doing brave and diligent things".
However, ever since he became a disciple of the Sword-making Villa and refined the two magical skills of the Seven Kills, Seven Demon-Repelling Swords and the Innate Invisible Sky-Breaking Sword, similar words have never appeared again.
Now……
"This fairyland is in danger..."
Chu Tianyi frowned, but was shocked but not confused. He took out the ancient scroll that Long Yi gave him and read it carefully.
The first half of the ancient scroll records sporadic records in the fantasy world of Liuji Mountain, while the second half looks more like a travelogue.
Thousands of words are written eloquently, recording the story of a slovenly Taoist who faked his own death and escaped, descended to Xuankong Mountain and traveled around the world, leaving traces on the seventy-two famous mountains.
etc……
"Seventy-two peaks facing the sky?"
Chu Tianyi's eyes trembled and he caught the key points:
"Could it be that the 'Illusion of Immortals and Demons' left behind by the sloppy Taoist has more than one entry point? Perhaps the crisis foreseen by the supernatural power is not the illusion itself, but an outsider like me?!"
Buzz~
With a thought in his mind, Chu Tianyi once again activated his magical powers, although it was very burdensome for him to activate his magical powers continuously in a short period of time.
[...You cautiously enter the fairyland of immortals and demons...You are very shocked and excited, and you pull out the unnamed Thousand Refining Divine Blade...]
【you are dead!】
"???"
Died again?!
At this time, Chu Tianyi was really moved.
After nine years of hard work in the Zangfeng Valley, he not only created a team of soldiers that suited him, but also lit up the furnace, recast hundreds of classics, and stepped into the realm of a master.
With his two unparalleled magical skills, he knew that the world was vast and there was nothing he could not do.
how come……
Come again!
Chu Tianyi gritted his teeth.
[...You pulled out the Thousand Refining Divine Blade...you died...]
[You pull out...]
【you are dead……】
…
After many attempts, Chu Tianyi had to stop and his face turned a little pale.
At this time, a thought lingered in his mind:
"Why do I have to draw my sword?"
This time, the interval was very long. It was not until the sky was bright that Chu Tianyi regained some of his complexion and activated the 'anticipate the future'.
[You must make up your mind that you will never draw your sword unless absolutely necessary...]
[You have entered the fairyland, and you are very shocked and excited...]
【you are dead!】
"..."
Chu Tian's clothes were messy in the wind.
For a moment, he almost wanted to give up entering this fairyland, but in just a moment, he put an end to this idea.
Chu Tianyi concentrated his energy, closed his eyes and sat in meditation. Every once in a while, he activated his magical power, and the cycle continued. By the time he opened his eyes again, it was already two days and one night later.
As far as the eye could see, the sky became dark again, and at the bottom of the sword peak in front of them, there was a faint white light, as soft as clouds and mist, slowly spreading.
"call!"
He took a long breath and calmed down the throbbing in his heart.
Looking back at the distant mountains, he knew that far away, his master was also paying attention to this place.
He understood that this trip to the fairyland was both an opportunity and a test.
After all, he was not the only one who cultivated the 'seed' that the sect worked hard to cultivate, and the existence of those others could not be hidden from him.
If you don't have the power to dominate your peers, you will be replaced sooner or later. A large sect will never bet on just one person.
"A test..."
Chu Tianyi's heart skipped a beat and he stepped into the mountain.
I want to see who you are!!
…
…
when!
when!
when!
The crisp and long chime of the jade bell echoed in the clouds and mist.
The morning light breaks, the red sun rises in the east, the burning golden light passes through the clouds and becomes scattered, reflecting the Taoist temple located on the top of the mountain, shining brightly.
With its towering peak reaching into the clouds and cliffs as sharp as swords, at first glance, the Taoist temple seems to be hanging in mid-air, hence the name "Xuankong Mountain".
Located on the top of the peak, the Taoist temple is naturally not big, it can even be said to be small, with seven front and back rooms and hundreds of wing rooms.
Compared to other major sects in the world, this Taoist temple is almost shabby.
When~
When the bell rings three times, the morning class ends.
Looking outside, on a high platform that looks like white jade, dozens of Taoists all opened their mouths. As the strong wind roared, there seemed to be dense purple air rolling in.
Different from Lanke Temple and Zhujian Villa, Xuankong Mountain does not accept anyone to be a disciple, but a master seeks an apprentice.
In each generation, the Seven Meridians combine to recruit forty-nine disciples, and in the end, only seven true successors will be left.
Externally known as ‘Xuankong Seven Sons’.
Those who lose in the competition will go down the mountain to find another way out. Among them, there are many founders of sects. Over thousands of years, they have so many branches that they are the most powerful among all Taoist sects.
It has the potential to replace the 'Xuan Yi Sect' and become the ancestral home of Taoism.
In the Hanging Temple, master and disciple live in harmony. Every day before and after the morning bell, they will gather in front of the white jade platform, breathing in the purple energy of the morning sun and refining their own 'pure Yang energy'.
The purple energy dissipated and all Taoists dispersed.
Sitting on the high platform, the old Taoist with an unattractive appearance suddenly spoke and called one of them:
"Qingting."
At the end of the seat, a young Taoist priest wearing a green Taoist robe, with handsome features and deep eyes stopped when he heard this, turned around and bowed:
"Headmaster."
"Qingting, you don't need to participate in the subsequent compilation of the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List'. Your senior brother 'Qingdu' will be responsible for contacting the Jinyiwei."
The old man spoke.
"yes……"
Lu Qingting nodded in agreement and said, "Is this what the disciple did wrong?"
"No, you did a good job, but there are more important things for you to do than the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List'."
Old Taoist Xuanwei shook his head slightly.
"Something more important?"
Lu Qingting was slightly startled:
"Is there anything more important than the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List'? This list is related to the 'Book of the Earth'..."
It is no secret that Xuankongshan and the imperial court worked together to compile the Splendid Mountains and Rivers List, and he has been responsible for this matter over the years.
It is the most important thing in contemplation.
"No one knows whether the 'Book from the Ground' will be successful or not. We only agreed to the emperor's request because we did not want to offend the imperial court."
Old Taoist Xuanwei shook his head slightly, and then said seriously:
"Everyone in the world is expelling books from the earth. My Xuankong Mountain is no longer as grand as it used to be. It's better not to join in the fun. What Pindao wants you to do is related to the future of our sect."
"Um?!"
Lu Qingting's heart skipped a beat.
Regarding the future of Hanging Mountain?
This was the first time he saw the headmaster with such an attitude, solemn and even uneasy.
Who is Taoist Xuanwei?
The headmaster of Xuankong Mountain is the leader in Taoism in the world. He is recognized as the most holy master in the world. His Taoism and martial arts are among the best in the world.
He is only one Dao Fruit away from the Martial Saint. When it comes to martial arts background, he is probably no less than many Martial Saints in the world.
And today, Xuankong Mountain is ranked as one of the three major sects in the world. There are all kinds of masters and uncles of the sect on the top, and there are all kinds of branches scattered all over the world below.
Who can shake the future of Hanging Mountain?
"One thousand two hundred years ago, the reason why the Patriarch faked his death at Jinding was to cut off the fate entanglement with Xuankong Mountain..."
Old Taoist Xuanwei could clearly see Lu Qingting's doubts, but instead of explaining them, he kept to himself and told an old story.
"Is it related to the ancestor?"
Lu Qingting calmed down.
"...The Patriarch found seventy-two divine peaks in the world, and used his own energy as a guide, and the power of the mountains and rivers in the world to suppress the 'page of the book of the underworld' somewhere in the world..."
"The Patriarch suppressed a page of the underworld book? The reason why he faked his death was so as not to implicate the sect?"
Lu Qingting was a little startled.
This was actually the first time he heard these words. There was no record of them in the sect's ancient books.
"The Patriarch is a heavenly being! However, the Book of the Underworld is the legendary treasure of the underworld. What comes late will eventually come."
Xuanwei Lao Dao sighed softly:
"The 'Illusion of Immortals and Demons' left behind by our ancestors is about to be born. With your 'Divine Movement', which is the fastest in the world, you can make a journey for me.
Get back the Master's sword, the 'Seven Tribulations Sword'."
Lu Qingting digested it for a while before nodding:
"Disciple understands."
"Don't be careless."
Seeing that he responded, Master Xuanwei warned:
"The Patriarch borrowed the seventy-two divine peaks to suppress the land line back then, and invisibly owed those famous mountains and rivers. Therefore, the fantasy world of immortals and demons will appear in those seventy-two divine peaks at the same time..."
"You have to be careful."
"Master, don't worry."
Lu Qingting smiled slightly:
"My disciple is not good at fighting, but his escape skills are the best in the world."
After that, he bowed and said goodbye.
No matter how he moved, his figure had disappeared from the spot, and a moment later, he had arrived at the mountain gate ten miles away.
His speed was so fast that even Taoist Xuanwei, who was just a step away from the Martial Saint, couldn't help but look sideways.
"Supernatural powers..."
The old Taoist priest murmured and closed his eyes.
He studied Confucianism in his youth, became famous among scholars, became a monk in his middle age, and was known as a true Taoist practitioner. He had also reached the door of the Martial Saint without fully practicing the martial arts.
Even taking charge of Xuankong Mountain seems to be a natural progression without any hindrance.
However, he still has no Tao Fruit...
call!
In the thick sky, Lu Qingting appeared in a flash, hanging in the air and looking in front of him. On the only way down the mountain, someone blocked the way.
The autumn wind blows gently, and the old trees with few branches and leaves sway in the wind.
Wearing a snow-white Taoist robe and an exquisite appearance, a woman with a crown behind her back was looking at the distant mountains under a tree, surrounded by light mist blown by the wind.
It's really like a banished immortal descended into the world, like a fairy in a painting.
"Teacher, senior sister?"
Lu Qingting looked slightly nervous.
The person in front of him is his senior sister, the first and only confirmed 'Seven Hanging Sons' of their generation.
Gu Qingyi.
"Junior brother, where are you going?"
The woman in white wears a crown and smiles:
"Take me one?"
"no."
Lu Qingting took a step back and shook his head in refusal.
The female crown was pacing, and Lu Qingting kept retreating. Repeatedly, one person walked more than ten feet, and the other person retreated more than ten feet.
And just when Lu Qingting was about to run away, Nu Guan spoke.
"No, then forget it."
Unexpectedly, the female crown did not force him, she just took out a glass of wine from somewhere and handed it to the junior brother to see him off.
Unexpectedly, seeing this glass of wine, Lu Qingting's body trembled suddenly, almost triggering his 'Shen Xing' to run away.
There are seven "seeds" in Xuankong Mountain's contemporary world, many of whom are stronger than himself, but he relies on his "divine power" and is never afraid.
Only the person in front of him was truly afraid to his core.
"Is it Meng Po soup again?"
Lu Qingting's eyes were full of wariness. God knows how long it took him to remember the three words 'Meng Po Soup':
"Senior sister, don't even think about me drinking another glass of wine from you..."
"Yeah?"
Gu Qingyi smiled slightly.
"you?!"
Lu Qingting didn't feel well, but he felt dizzy and in a trance.
"Junior brother?"
Vaguely, he heard his senior sister's call and opened his eyes:
"Senior sister? You..."
"Is it too hard to practice? Why do you suddenly feel dizzy while walking?"
Gu Qingyi was a little worried.
"Senior Sister Lao is worried, Junior Brother is fine."
Shaking his gray head, Lu Qingting forced out a smile, thinking that he was practicing too hard:
"Sister, where are we going?"
"You~"
Gu Qingyi sighed helplessly:
"You forgot, the master ordered me to go and retrieve the 'Seven Tribulations Sword', and asked you to drive my car and carry my sedan chair..."