The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 211 Devastated
Standing in this area where yin and yang are reversed and almost cholera occurs.

Everyone felt their consciousness was somewhat confused.

Of course, what everyone cares about most is the figure in black clothes who is standing in the void with a long banner rolled up behind him and standing in the endless yin energy.

Standing in the air, with his feet on the land, Song Feng at this moment can really be described as like a god or a devil.

I am afraid that practitioners in today's era can only show such behavior in this yin and yang realm where yin and yang are reversed and the five senses are confused.

He shook his head gently, then waved his arms, and a trace of emotion appeared on Song Feng's face:

"I haven't felt this way for years. My old arms and legs are almost rusty after not moving for so many years..."

When he said this, he glanced at Yin Mingzi, then sighed quietly:

"I still can't let it go..."

As soon as the words fell, the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner behind Song Feng, which seemed neither real nor unreal and was emitting a bright and aura, suddenly rolled up:
brush!
The next moment, a very inexplicable and mysterious spell was seen, as if it was copied from the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner, and it was rolled towards Yin Mingzi:
"……ah!!"

A scream suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, Yin Mingzi, who had seemed very scary just now, was now completely immersed in shadow.

In the blink of an eye, it completely disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but be shocked:
"A master who was so powerful that he was about to achieve the state of spiritual power and had even taken half a step towards this goal died just like that?"

This death was too quick and too worthless, making it seem that such a master is not worth mentioning.

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu was stunned. No, it’s not that such a master is not worth mentioning.

But this kind of master is too insignificant in front of Seventh Uncle. This seemingly small step is actually a huge gap.

At this moment, there was a figure that seemed to be switching between reality and illusion all the time, and now he was floating up on something like a auspicious cloud.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of auspicious colors appear.

The illusory figure that had always looked a bit unreserved actually floated next to Song Feng at this moment:

"Old man, you are really showing your might again! You are really still strong despite your age!"

Looking at the figure in front of me, with her hair tied in a bun, her sleeves fluttering, stepping on the clouds, and radiating auspicious colors, she looks like an enlightened master.

Song Feng first glanced at the two old lamas who were still sitting cross-legged in the room, and then said:

"Huang Yuanqing, it seems that your Taoism has really improved a lot over the years. Even I dare to tease you..."

When he said this, he saw layer upon layer of dark clouds and thick fog suddenly spreading out from behind Song Feng.

Lines of negative energy appeared out of nowhere.

But it was quickly swallowed up by the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner behind him, which seemed real and unreal, and was emitting a bright light.

The bright moon shines above and the netherworld is reflected below.

The beautiful bright moon had its moonlight swallowed by it, the endless dark mountains had their yin energy sucked by it, and in a trance, it seemed to really have the power of the magic weapon in the legend.

Seeing the slightly rolled up Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner, Huang Yuanqing showed a look of fear and subconsciously took a few steps back.

A ray of auspicious cloud dissipated in the blink of an eye.

His figure also quickly drifted dozens of feet away, as fast as the legendary somersault cloud:
"No, no, no, slow down, old man. Please don't touch this magic weapon casually. I am not worthy of your special move."

Watching the figure that disappeared dozens of feet away in the blink of an eye, and listening to the name spoken by my seventh uncle.

The fisherman was a little confused at first, then he seemed to remember something and looked at Uncle Nine in front of him:

"Huang Yuanqing? Huang Yuanqing, the Thousand Miles Spiritual Traveler?"

Looking at the shocked look on the fisherman's face, Uncle Jiu looked at the figure that seemed like a god traveling around, but seemed to be real.

His eyes were filled with understanding, as if he had just realized it:
"So that's how it is, so that's how it is. If it's really Huang Yuanqing who traveled thousands of miles, then it can be explained."

In every school and sect, there will always be some geniuses in every era. They have the Five Heroes of Maoshan, the Lightning Thunder Fist, and the King of Thunder.

The Quanzhen sect naturally has many masters.

Even really speaking.

For those people from various sects and schools who have contact with the secular world, it is really different from the Quanzhen sect who practice martial arts in caves in the mountains and it is unknown what level of practice they need to reach before they can succeed.

My mind is still messy.

Therefore, the masters of the Quanzhen Sect are naturally more hidden and much more powerful.

Among them, Huang Yuanqing, who travels thousands of miles in the sky, is the representative of the Yang God in the Quanzhen Sect. He is a person who has mastered the secret arts of the spiritual lineage to a very high level.

Of course, this Yang Shen is just a term.

After all, in Taoism, this Yang Shen is an extremely high achievement.

Once someone completely refines the Yin residue and achieves the Yang God, he can be called an immortal who has refined the spirit and returned to the void.

As a true immortal inheritance.

Huang Yuanqing, the Thousand Miles Divine Traveler, is really famous in the spiritual world.

However, most people have only heard of his reputation and have never seen what he looks like.

Wonderful, really wonderful.

It is believed that those who have truly achieved great success in the art of wandering the spirits and have reached the Yuanling level as Quanzhen masters will reveal their Yin spirits.

This is an excellent opportunity for Taoist masters to observe.

Thought of this.

The light in Uncle Jiu's eyes became even brighter, as if he had hit the benchmark of spiritual practice.

Not only Uncle Jiu, but even Black Wind Monk and Fisherman were staring at the big guys in front of them with burning eyes.

Although they are very powerful in the spiritual world.

But compared to these real giants, he is still too young after all, and can only say a few words at most.

The only one who could truly participate in this was probably the Furnace Master, the great devil who had truly participated in the changing of dynasties.

But now he is obsessed with refining his inner elixir, and is enthusiastically drawing the blood and energy from countless monsters on the Yinshan Mountains.

Who can get him here?

"If I use my mind to enter the Tao and then feed my body, will I be able to reduce my need for external things to a certain extent and enter the Grandmaster realm?"

Looking at the figure that was freely wandering in the air like a god or fairy, stepping on auspicious clouds, the fisherman couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

It's not just him.

At this moment, the black-headed monk was holding the black wind bag in his hand, which contained countless Yin gods, and was thinking secretly:

"If I follow the example of my predecessors and train this Black Wind Pocket into a magical weapon passed down from generation to generation, can I master it and train the Yin Spirit?"

There are huge differences among magical weapons. Ordinary magical weapons that are not worth mentioning are just garbage, but the magical weapons handed down from generation to generation are extremely terrifying.

Just like the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner displayed by the big man in front of him, this kind of magical weapon with brilliant spiritual light has long transcended the realms of Yin and Yang and possesses infinite power.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a magic weapon.

Nowadays, whoever possesses such a treasure can almost be said to be invincible.

The higher your level of cultivation, the more secrets you know, and the more you will know how deep the water is.

Don’t be fooled by Black Wind Monk’s silly appearance.

But his master is extremely remarkable, and his family has a long history of learning. Some things involve deeper things, and he knows more than Uncle Jiu. This is not to say that the inheritance of the big sects is lacking, but each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

Bringing the black wind and guiding the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Song Feng walked in this realm of yin and yang. He looked at the two old lamas in the room in front of him:
"Xiao Huang, the old man has old arms and legs, how about I leave these two old things to you?"

"Anyway, you figured out how to get this, so you must have a way to deal with them..."

Song Feng said this while looking at the dark land where he had stepped on and almost became the master of this place where yin and yang were reversed.

Huang Yuanqing, whose spirit was traveling, could not help but twitch his lips slightly:
"Senior, you have been tossing and turning for so long, even using your own magic weapon, don't you want to show off your skills?"

It's outrageous, outrageous.

Old man, you have such a sinister aura and the power to roll up the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner to connect the two worlds. Who can compare with you?

Even so, you still want me, a younger generation, to take the lead for you. This is a bit unreasonable.

However, looking at the two old men in front of him, Song Feng chuckled and then said softly:
"These two old guys won't live long anyway. Under this corpse spreading technique, they can't even move."

"It just so happens that you have cultivated the Yin Spirit, which is extremely extraordinary even among the Dharma Yuanlings. The Yin Spirit is extremely strong."

"If you take action, you might be able to retrieve the reincarnation of the spirit child you've been dreaming of, as well as the method of initiation..."

Looking at these two big guys who have displayed god-like skills in this era, they are shirking responsibility to each other.

For a moment, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but reveal a hint of curiosity:

"Are those two skinny old guys really that powerful? Why is even Seventh Uncle making excuses like this?"

Hearing Qiu Sheng's question, Black Wind Monk and Fishing Old Man subconsciously looked at Uncle Jiu.

After all, they both knew that Uncle Jiu had an extraordinary background and must have a remarkable background.

When it comes to matters involving the inheritance of immortals and the foundation of major sects, these independent cultivators are still no match for them.

Seeing Uncle Seven and Huang Yuanqing shirking responsibility, Uncle Nine shook his head and explained softly:

"The masters of Tantric Buddhism have not entered the Central Plains for a long time, so the various sects in the Central Plains have some understanding of them. It is precisely because of this that they do not understand their methods."

"Just as Uncle Seven said, their bodies have already decayed by now. They are just using a special method to survive until the end of their lives."

"However, their methods of reincarnation and enlightenment of spirit children are unique in the cultivation world."

"On the surface, they look like they are dying, but the spirits and even the Yin spirits gathered in their spirit platforms are extremely vigorous."

"Under the Eight Channels and Seven Chakras and the Snow Mountain Method, whoever strikes first will face off against the methods of the living Arhats."

"Just wait and see. Those two in the sky are not easy to deal with. They won't give up so easily."

At the moment he finished speaking, Huang Yuanqing, who had just been stepping on a auspicious cloud and bargaining with Song Feng, suddenly appeared.

next moment.

Only Huang Yuanqing's figure was seen, and in the blink of an eye he came in front of the old lama in the tile-roofed house on the left.

Then his body turned, and the Yin Spirit swelled in the blink of an eye, as if it had turned into a Dharma body that was six feet tall.

Auspicious clouds are floating in all directions.

Faintly, there was a cloud of auspiciousness, about ten feet in size, slowly rising from the front door of Huang Yuanqing.

The bright light flickers.

It was like golden flowers falling from the sky and magical springs gushing out from the ground.

A lotus flower that seemed neither real nor unreal suddenly floated out from the auspicious clouds:

"brush!"

The moment the lotus lamp flew out of the auspicious cloud, it burst into brilliant light.

At the moment when the lotus lamp flew out, Huang Yuanqing grabbed the lotus lamp, gathered his divine power and breathed at the old lama:

"call……"

As Huang Yuanqing exhaled this stream of vital energy that contained his essence, spirit and soul, it fell into the lotus cup.

In the blink of an eye, sparks flew out from the lotus cup, and then turned into a huge ball of fire, melting gold and jade, and refining souls.

In a trance, there seemed to be a ball of yellow wind, carrying the fire energy, entering from the old lama's fontanelle and blowing towards his internal organs:
“Puff, shua, shua…”

In the blink of an eye, the old lama's body became as rotten as a dead tree, starting from his internal organs and spreading to his limbs and bones.

It's so heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching.

In the blink of an eye, the living old lama was blown away by the yellow wind and turned into a ball of charcoal.

Saw this scene.

Black Wind Monk and Uncle Nine, who knew something about cultivation and also had extraordinary backgrounds, looked at each other subconsciously at this moment:
"hiss……"

His eyes were filled with shock:

"…Is it Bifeng??" ×2
There was a hint of disbelief in the voice, and for a moment, the two men were stunned.

However, at this moment, a bead only as big as the tip of a finger suddenly floated out from the remaining black ash.

Faintly, there was a little light shining on the beads.

A little glow blooms.

They are round and shining, like the light of the soul, shining forever.

Seeing this scene, Huang Yuanqing's eyes couldn't help but flash with surprise, and then he carefully held the spark of light in his hands.

Just like that, he slowly put it into the lotus cup in his hand.

Wait until the dust settles.

He tapped the fontanelle lightly.

In an instant, the auspicious clouds and the Dharma body disappeared in the blink of an eye, and were then taken into his spiritual platform.

Even when all the strange phenomena returned to their original positions, Huang Yuanqing's Yin Shen Dharma Body seemed to have gained weight:
“…Hiccup~”

It looks like he's overfed.

Seeing this change in the blink of an eye, everyone present felt a little overwhelmed.

All this is truly miraculous.

If we really talk about this scene now, I am afraid it can really be written into mythology and legends and be ranked among the immortals and gods.

At this point, Uncle Jiu seemed to understand more thoroughly the value of the Dharma's spiritual essence.

Looking at Huang Yuanqing who had gained a lot, Song Feng looked at the other old lama whose eyes were shining with golden light, as if he was trying to prevent a sneak attack:

"Old friend, we meet again..."

After the words fell, Song Feng's figure and face were seen in a daze.

Then a lama-like figure appeared, wearing a yellow robe, with short hair and a resolute and honest face.

I saw the yellow-robed lama appear.

The only remaining old lama had his eyes slightly bulging and his whole body was shaking with excitement.

Even the dry throat uttered a few words at this moment:

"You...you...you...no...impossible..."

(End of this chapter)