Chapter 464: Under the sword of Seven Tribulations, the slovenly meets the devil! (Updated)
Click!
The weather in June can change at any time. One moment it is sunny and windy, and the next moment there are dark clouds rolling in and thunder and lightning.
The moist wind brought cold rain.
"Stay in Xuankong Mountain..."
Lu Qingting muttered to himself. He raised his eyebrows and looked up. In the drizzle, the young man in black robe was gradually walking away with the ghost baby in his hands.
His Qi and blood are so strong that he doesn't even need to deliberately hold up his True Gang, and the wind and rain roaring from all directions cannot get close to him.
For some reason, he felt extremely depressed in his heart.
"Yang Prison."
As the most promising disciple of the Xuankong Mountain to inherit the Seven Tribulations Sword, Lu Qingting would rarely be so fearful of a person.
At this moment, while chanting this name, he gradually gained some understanding.
The same lack of mentorship, the same extraordinary talent, the same decisiveness in killing, the same arrogance...
Doesn't the person in front of me look very much like the legendary ancestor when he was a boy?
People in the world only know that the founder was highly virtuous and respected. He rarely experienced killings and traveled around the world. Emperors begged him but he could not be seen, but beggars could be seen on the roadside.
He is a prince who laughs proudly, free and bold.
But only those Xuankongshan true disciples know that the founder in his youth was also a god-level figure who fought through the martial arts world with his sword.
"Yang Prison."
After reciting the name deeply again, Lu Qingting turned around and walked towards the closed gate of Hanging Mountain, climbed over the wall and entered.
As the water vapor transpired, he saw the golden light blooming high on the mountain top.
The thunder snake rolled away, lightning flashed, and fireballs and rays of light were faintly visible. He had no choice but to think that it was the golden dome, the golden dome of later generations, and there would be this grand scene every thunderstorm night.
"Golden Summit, Patriarch."
Lu Qingting was so blessed that he headed towards the Golden Summit.
He walked very quickly and did not encounter any obstacles along the way. In a short time, he was already close to the Golden Summit.
What surprised him even more was that there was a person standing in front of the golden dome.
His Taoist robe is wide, his body is tall and thin, his beard is as long as grass, his ears are big and his eyes are round, he is unkempt, but there is no trace of dirt on his body.
"Disciple Lu Qingting, pay homage to the Patriarch!"
Lu Qingting bowed profusely, his sleeves and robe hanging to the ground, his expression could not hide his admiration and excitement.
He didn't expect to meet his ancestor so easily, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
"He's a good boy."
The sleeves and robe were slightly lifted, and he helped this later disciple up. The slovenly Taoist smiled:
"Lao Dao has been paying attention to you for half a year."
"Ancestor..."
Lu Qingting was a little flattered, but he immediately reacted:
"Do you have something you want your disciple to do?"
The sloppy Taoist didn't answer, but just said:
"How much has Daozang read?"
Lu Qingting replied: "Three thousand eight hundred volumes have been read through, and eight hundred have been memorized by heart."
"I've read a lot."
The sloppy Taoist nodded: "What is an immortal?"
"Be an ordinary person if you follow it, and become an immortal if you go against it!"
"What is obedience and rebellion?"
"People have seven emotions and six desires and all kinds of delusional thoughts. If you follow them, you will not escape life, old age, illness and death. Restraining the seven emotions of desire in order to achieve inner tranquility, childlike innocence, is counterproductive."
“Mediocre.”
The sloppy Taoist asked again: "What is an immortal?"
"Fairy..."
Lu Qingting thought for a moment and was about to answer, but the sloppy Taoist had already answered:
"Long-lived and long-sighted, detached from things? Jumping out of the three realms and not in the five elements? Yes, but actually no. The immortals that the old Tao seeks are actually the perfection in the heart, immortality, which can be easily obtained. If you can't get it, throw it away!
"
In front of the Golden Dome, the old Taoist stood with his hands behind his back. His body, which was not very tall, seemed to be taller than Xuankong Mountain in Lu Qingting's perception.
"Old Taoist, I have seen an immortal!"
Lu Qingting was digesting the words of his ancestor. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but suddenly raised his head, only to see the old Taoist look cold:
"Seventy-two peaks, under the sword of Seven Tribulations, this beast claims to be an immortal, and the old Taoist calls him a blood demon!"
"Blood Demon!"
Lu Qingting was shocked.
These words were not even told to him by the leader...
"This animal claims to be an immortal, but in fact it is nothing more than a rat! When the old Tao suppressed him, he cried bitterly and became ugly. In the end, he even gave up himself and was controlled by the Tao and Fruit..."
The sloppy Taoist's face showed disgust and coldness:
"This is considered immortality!"
"Grandmaster, do you want me to kill this beast?"
Lu Qingting came back to his senses.
"The Taoist Fruit is the essence of heaven and earth. It cannot be erased by human power. Over the course of thousands of years, my Taoist will has exhausted all methods and only lost 80% of its spirit. The rest needs to be borrowed from external forces."
The sloppy Taoist returned.
"Disciple understands!"
Lu Qingting looked solemn. After answering, he asked again for some unknown reason:
"Why didn't the Patriarch choose that Hero Yang..."
"Do you want to know the pros and cons of the two of you in the eyes of the old Taoist?"
The sloppy Taoist laughed dumbly, and his thoughts could be seen at a glance.
"Disciple is ashamed."
Lu Qingting was a little ashamed. He shouldn't have had these delusional thoughts.
"It's human nature, why should you be ashamed?"
The old man shook his head:
"Your talent and character are both top-notch. You can take over the job and become the master of ZTE. If you have the chance, you may not be able to cross the threshold of martial saint..."
Even Lu Qingting's face turned red and his heart surged when he was praised by the patriarch. This was the evaluation of the supreme master.
"As for that little friend Yang..."
The old Taoist thought deeply, but Lu Qingting couldn't help but make a thump in his heart.
After thinking about it, the old Taoist said tactfully:
"It's actually not good to compare yourself with others."
"..."
Lu Qingting's throat twitched and he lowered his head: "Disciple, I understand. However, this matter is so important, why don't you..."
"Why not choose him? His ability to bind the remaining pages of the Book of the Underworld is already a great achievement. As for the Blood Demon..."
The old man paused and replied:
"The old Taoist always does the life-threatening things himself. If he cannot do it himself, then his disciples will do it."
Lu Qingting raised his head and looked at his ancestor, the old Taoist expression was as usual:
"You don't want to go there yourself, but you want to risk other people's lives. How can this be true in the world?"
…
…
From the mountain to the bottom, the heavy rain turned into fine drizzle.
"That Taoist master is hiding something from me 90% of the time..."
Walking slowly in the rain, Yang Yu had thoughts in his mind. Although he didn't really care, he was a little disappointed.
The sectarian view is deeply ingrained in this era. He originally thought that this great master who would be famous for thousands of years would be an exception...
"But it has nothing to do with me. This trip is worthy of me."
After thinking about it, Yang Yu didn't care anymore.
There is no 'son of destiny' in his destiny, so there is no way he can be loved by everyone.
However, this Taoist Master is the only one so far who can completely unsheath the Long Yuan Sword...
"The swordsmen recognized by Long Yuan Sword may not be as good as Zhenren Zhang, but they will never be able to catch the eyes of others..."
Tapping his brows, Yang Yu suddenly had an idea in his mind.
"The ritual of the Longyuan Sword requires me to find a swordsman recognized by him and give up my magical powers to fight with him, but the ritual does not necessarily require me to win!"
Yang Yu's eyes gradually brightened.
"let me go……"
At this time, a hoarse voice came, and in the palm of his hand, the ghost baby couldn't hold his breath.
Along the way, he was always waiting for an opportunity to escape. Unexpectedly, this person seemed to know his weakness and strangled his neck...
Yang Yu stopped, looked at the ghost fetus in his hand, which was about a foot long, pinched it hard, rolled his eyes wildly, and exposed his tongue:
"No more pretending?"
"You deserve to die!"
The ghost baby's eyes were red and extremely fierce:
"Do you know who I am? If you dare to offend me, no one in heaven or on earth can save you!"
"Yeah?"
Yang Yu was so funny. This little guy seemed to be really out of his mind. At this time, he was still threatening him.
"I am the Book of the Underworld that governs the life and death of all species. Even gods and Buddhas in the sky are afraid of me. If you dare to offend me, you will definitely die. No, you will definitely go to the eighteenth level of hell!"
The ghost baby was pinched in great pain, and struggled wildly and roared.
"It's true that the remaining pages of the Book of the Underworld are on you. Unfortunately, you are not the Book of the Underworld."
Yang Yu interrupted him calmly:
"It is rare for a magic weapon to become a spirit. This is rarely seen in legends. It is unheard of for a treasure to become a spirit...
In my opinion, you are probably a little devil clinging to the Book of the Underworld, and somehow you have the ability to coexist with the Book of the Underworld..."
What is the Hades book?
According to legend, this is a treasure used by a great figure in the Netherworld of the Sky and Sea to control the Netherworld. It has the power to control the life and death of all kinds of things.
Such a treasure, even that big shot, would be subject to restrictions, so how could there be any possibility for it to become a spirit?
In fact, this is also true. If he really is the Book of Hades itself, how could his destiny be the remaining pages of the Book of Hades?
How can it be so sluggish to use magical powers?
How could there be such a magical power as 'Make a pair in the mirror' which seems powerful but does not completely fit with the book of the underworld?
You know, Zhang Lingfeng could take away the life fire much faster than this!
"you!"
The ghost's eyes became horrifying: "You, who are you?! How could..."
When he said this, he suddenly laughed strangely:
"Your trouble is coming!"
"trouble?"
Glancing at the master of Liansheng Cult who was walking slowly in the forest in the distance, Yang Yu laughed dumbly:
"You call this trouble?"
…
…
Whoosh!
The night wind after the rain became cold.
Chu Tianyi sat cross-legged on the boulder on the top of the mountain, bathing in the cold wind, breathing slowly, digesting what he had gained during the day.
For more than half a year after leaving Xuankong Mountain, he used his sword to challenge various sects, individual disciples, and even the masters of the current imperial court.
Naturally, this process was not smooth, and there were even dangers on several occasions. However, with the well-prepared elixirs, he managed to survive, and his swordsmanship made great progress.
only……
"My swordsmanship is much more proficient than it was half a year ago, and my killing methods are much better. However, my swordsmanship has dropped..."
When he opened his eyes, Chu Tianyi's expression was far from good.
Why did his level of swordsmanship fall? He realized later, but he also woke up.
How can a swordsman who has lost his "fearless" heart not fall in level?
"No wonder the sword god 'Mu Qingliu' once said that knowing one's fate is the most difficult hurdle for a swordsman to overcome? Who can avoid fear and hesitation when he knows he is going to die?"
Sighing slightly, Chu Tianyi gathered his thoughts and activated his magical power again.
A decline in one's realm is not irreversible.
In this illusion, there is a treasure that can help him rebuild the "Sword Heart".
[You go all the way east, trying to find the Seven Tribulations Sword. You go into the mountains when you encounter it, you go into the water when you encounter it... but to no avail]
【You go all the way north...】
【You go all the way west...】
【you are dead!】
"Die again?!"
I had some insomnia, so I got up and wrote a chapter before going to bed. Good night everyone...