You Lao will open up new meridians, such as conquering cities and territories, stopping and nourishing places as passes, and those with smooth and direct access as thoroughfares.
You can stop at each pass to recuperate and recuperate within three months. The pause in opening up the thoroughfare cannot exceed three days, otherwise the road will be blocked and it will have to be opened again.
Zhang Wenfeng opened up the first pass with all his strength. Even though he had magical powers and sutra chanting methods that could reduce the pain, he was still physically and mentally exhausted and unable to continue. He finally understood why Mr. You said that in the past, monks who opened their own meridians spent 30 to 50 years in seclusion.
, or even about a hundred years.
I wonder which ruthless person was the first to come up with such a tortured self-abuse thing.
I stopped for three days to practice breath-control in the cave, and then slept peacefully. I don’t know how much time passed, but I glanced at the stone wall and looked outside. No disciples came to practice in the secret place.
Walk out of the cave and take a walk on the stone fort gravel flat where wild grass grows, feeling the warmth of the sun and the vitality of the vegetation.
The birds are chirping, the wind is shaking the leaves, and the flowers are fragrant.
The old man Mengmei wandered off to nowhere.
He did not deliberately sense and probe. With the old man Mengmei's ability, as long as he did not seek death and broke into the forbidden area of Moling Peak, and did not go to the lairs of Fushan Old Man, Tao Niangzi and Mang Gong to provoke and curse, there would be no danger.
He had already made it clear to Mr. You what taboos there were in Molingyou.
Taking out the coffee table and chairs, Zhang Guanzhu cooked a pot of good tea. Under the shade of the trees, with the gentle mountain breeze blowing, he poured and drank by himself. He spent the afternoon reading a travel note and enjoying himself. In the evening, he casually arranged restrictions and took the
I put out a wheat straw futon and meditated all night long.
Completely relax and dissipate the remaining fatigue from your bones.
When the sun rose the next day and the mist dissipated, Zhang Wen returned briskly to the cave and started the journey to the second pass.
Everything is difficult at the beginning. You Lao has already helped him solve the difficult part. He has passed the initial level and practice makes perfect. He can endure the loneliness and pain and move forward calmly. It is nothing more than spending more time and working slowly and carefully.
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You Mengchang encountered a lot of trouble when he saw the dragon but not its tail. He was targeted by three big demons in the secret realm and chased him in all directions, getting further and further away from the stone castle area.
"Three fellow Taoists, why are you so aggressive?"
You Mengchang hid himself in the woods, his voice was erratic: "You have done nothing wrong, let alone trespassing into forbidden areas. How about you give Taoist Zhang a good deal and let You go back?"
He had already revealed his identity, and even took out the array weapon given to him by Taoist Zhang as evidence. The three old monsters were simply too deceptive.
In the east, there is a pink fragrant mist from the sky to the ground, which is about ten miles wide and blocks the way. From it comes the sweet laughter of Lady Tao: "Friend Taoist, what are you afraid of? The three of us sincerely invite you to be our guests and you won't eat."
Why are you so ignorant of praise?
The short and skinny Manggong flew slowly from the south and laughed sharply: "Don't think that you can scare us by moving out Daozhang Zhang. I think you should come out obediently and don't toast or eat as a penalty. We don't have any ill intentions.
Chat with you."
How could You Mengchang believe the lies of three old monsters? If he fell into the hands of a few guys, his skin would peel off even if he died.
He was also careless and should not have believed what Zhang Daozhang said, saying that there were conflicts between the three old demons in the secret realm and they were wary of each other.
The guy suddenly took action, blocking his retreat, and then slowly forced him to close the net.
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He wanted to use the dreams of mortals to escape, but he couldn't find a savage native as a medium.
What he was most afraid of was the old demon Fushan who had disappeared into the mud and never showed up. That guy was too strong. Taoist Zhang had gone into seclusion in Hantan Cave and sealed his Qi, so he couldn't even find a helper.
Of course, he is not a vegetarian. He has been awake for several years and has prepared several means in case of emergencies. "Three of you, let's chat somewhere else. You are happy to accompany us. It would be best to call Taoist Zhang and force a treat like you do."
, then it lost its sincerity and seemed to be robbing."
Before he finished speaking, the five-mile radius of the mountains and forests suddenly lost life. The leaves, flowers and grass withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Fine sand and yellow dust rose everywhere, and strange things happened in the air.
Twisted, the trees turned into dust and pieces.
There was a rumbling and dull sound in the ground, the mud and rocks rolled and cracked, and hot steam came out, like an earth dragon turning over. The old demon of Fushan in the dark was fine if he didn't take action, but once he did, it would shake the world.
The power is shrouded and it is inevitable to win.
Three pieces of black mist, as light as smoke and dust, jumped out from the ruined forest, flying in three directions, looming, extremely fast, and nimbly avoiding the distortion and tearing obstruction of the air.
"Where to run, stay."
Following Mangong's sharp shout and three soft blasts, the black mist exploded one after another, and the ghost energy dissipated into the chaotic air.
"It's a substitute ghost puppet...Peach Lady, don't let go of Peach Blossom Miasma yet."
The reminder from the old man Fushan came from underground.
"It's too late, hehe, you three, the mountains are high and the rivers are long. We'll see you later."
You Mengchang's joking laughter could be heard in the distance.
When he was escaping earlier, he secretly arranged a number of worthless ghost talismans refined with first-order ghosts on trees, rocks or grass in streams. They turned into a little black energy and seeped in, grabbing the slightest opening in the peach blossom miasma.
At that moment, he lost some cultivation and escaped using the soul-transferring technique.
The Menmei clan is good at escaping and is extremely difficult to catch.
What's more, his state of mind was not inferior to that of the three old demons. He had seen the scenery at high places, and the regular magic spells performed by the old turtle had limited impact on him.
Any fourth-level Mengmei would be suppressed by the rules of earth, and their hands and feet would be tied up. Where else could they escape?
Mangong screamed: "That fourth-level Mengmei is really weird. He is not afraid of Boss Fushan's magic attacks. He is an old guy who has fallen into trouble. Boss Yueshan guessed it right...
"Shut up!"
The old Fushan demon who walked out of the underground shouted and threw his hands in the east air: "I'm sorry for this. I'll wait for fellow Taoist Zhang to come out of seclusion and I'll go over to treat you. Then I'll sit down and have a nice chat with you."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
You Mengchang responded casually, and the other party did not make any effort, just to test his ability and background.
Before he regained his sixth-level strength, he didn't like dealing with these old women and cunning monsters. He couldn't gain the upper hand, so why should he feel aggrieved?
From now on, he only needs to act carefully and arrange carefully, and he will not give the three of them another chance to take action.
His reputation as Mengmei is really wasted.
Over the far western sea.
Two to three hundred monks were fighting endlessly, and the battlefield was spread out for dozens of miles.
Spells, talismans roared, swords and swords clashed, sounds of fighting, howls, and roars intertwined. Behind the battlefield, there were seven or eight fourth-level masters with phantom Dharma appearances who did not move out.
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From the original rebellion, it has slowly evolved into the current confrontation between the forces of the Eastern and Western Continents. The two sides have had contact and negotiations, and conflicts and battles have broken out from time to time. Some things can be compromised, while some issues have no room for compromise. Both sides have tough attitudes.
He Guangjun did not show any concrete shadow to demonstrate. He looked around in a somewhat bored manner.
If Chen Qingqiao hadn't strictly ordered the fourth level not to fight, he would have wanted to try the thrill of "Guang Han slashing the fourth level with one sword". Just fight, fear of getting a ball.
Suddenly, he stared at the very distance above the sea. There were two figures coming from the southeast. They were two women in white long skirts. They wore curtains to cover their faces. Judging from the situation, they seemed to be crossing dozens of people.
bloody battlefield.
Perhaps feeling his gaze, one of the women turned her head and glanced.
He Guangjun's heart palpitated. With his fearless nature, he felt very dangerous for no reason even though he was dozens of miles away and separated by a mist-like curtain.
He hurriedly turned his eyes away, not daring to provoke the other party by looking at him. After thinking for a moment, he sent a message to Chen Qingqiao in front of him: "Be careful, over the southeast sea area, a suspected fifth-level master has appeared. We are unknown to the enemy!"
Chen Qingqiao was greatly surprised. It has been fifty years since the spiritual energy surge, but he has not heard of any monks advancing to the fifth level.
Could it be that the helpers from the Western Continent are outflanking and intercepting from the rear?
He hurriedly looked to the southeast, and could clearly see that the two women were wearing plain white dresses with sword sleeves and tassels. They were so elegant that they rushed straight into the chaotic battlefield without hesitation.