The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 215 A little inspiration

The bright spiritual light continued to rise from the spiritual platform, scorching and dazzling, so brilliant that people could not bear to look at it directly.

Even the mysterious spiritual light illuminated the entire dark room very brightly, with round circles of light shining brightly, like a ray of golden light.

However, as the spiritual light continued to rise, the pitch-black dragon that had been hovering above the spiritual platform continued to roar.

Faintly, black wishes of the people continued to appear from the darkness and bless the black dragon, as if they were endless:
“Ah! Roar!!”

From somewhere in the dark, there seemed to be a shocking sound that went straight to the soul.

Even Song Feng couldn't help but close his eyes at this moment, making the light on his own spiritual platform even more dazzling.

At one of those moments.

All I saw was a phantom of a strange banner that seemed to fly out from the spiritual platform, and it looked like it was neither real nor unreal.

The next moment, a sound like glass breaking suddenly sounded:

"Crack!"

Then, the black dragon that was originally guarding above the spirit platform and constantly guarding its territory suddenly stopped.

Then, its scales began to fall off continuously, and even the body of the black dragon became a little illusory.

An inexplicable humming sound was heard.

Sounds like chanting and cursing kept appearing, and the entire dark room became very noisy.

Densely packed and overlapping.

The number of them is so large, the sounds are so complex, and the power is so special that even if a great monk were here, he would not be able to concentrate at this moment.

"Om..."

A ray of light suddenly shot up into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, layers of light suddenly began to appear on the body of Song Feng, who was originally sitting cross-legged there.

The light is very mysterious.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into countless layers of overlapping gauze, just like layer upon layer of cicada wings.

All these things were pressed together and piled on Song Feng's body, as if he was wearing a layer of gauze.

Look carefully at the sand shirt.

All you can see is that it is not a gauze dress, but clearly layers of radiant but incredibly thin human skin.

There are Taoists, monks, peddlers, and kings and generals.

Each one is very realistic and lifelike.

What's even scarier is.

As the black dragon continued to roar, the countless layers of human skin and the spreading demon-like shadow behind him began to twist rapidly.

At one of those moments.

All I saw was that the countless layers of human skin that were originally shimmering with light and wrapped around Song Feng suddenly shattered:
"boom!!"

The next moment, all that was seen was the illusory black dragon that was originally hovering above Song Fenglingtai, which was now completely defeated.

For a while.

The energy is overwhelming and the magic power is infused!
The innate orifice that was originally blocked appeared from the darkness, seeming to connect heaven and earth, and vaguely, there seemed to be a unity of man and nature.

However, just as the spiritual light continued to climb, as if it was about to penetrate the spiritual platform and go further.

I only saw that the blood energy in Song Feng's body suddenly retracted, and the blood and fire of his entire body were cut in half in an instant:
"uh-huh!"

With a light snort, Song Feng quickly withdrew from the state of closing his eyes.

And the many spiritual lights, Buddha lights, and brilliant divine lights that had originally appeared on his body slowly converged.

The innate orifice that appeared in the darkness is located in an unspeakable place. It seems to have a sense but not a sense. At this moment, it is slowly hiding.

"Alas, after all, my energy and blood have been depleted too much, and I am too old. Otherwise, I would have succeeded in one fell swoop and the Three Flowers would have gathered at the top of my head..."

Feeling the innate acupoint that seemed to exist and not exist in the dark, Song Feng couldn't help but sigh:
"Fortunately, I acted decisively and drew the ground veins of Yinshan Mountain and ran away, otherwise I'm afraid I would have been blocked by those guys."

"It's such a pity. We just used the dragon energy to deduce some of the path after the Five Qis Return to Origin, but this happened again."

"Now my spirit, energy and spirit are unbalanced, and my blood and energy are about to be exhausted. Even if I have profound Taoism, I can't do anything without rice..."

Although this time, he took advantage of various reasons and survived the disaster using methods similar to nirvana rebirth.

But there are pros and cons.

The good thing is that the dragon energy is defeated, and the wishes of all the people can no longer be continuously bestowed on oneself, and the spiritual platform is pressed down and cannot move.

From now on, the injuries on my body are no longer shackles. The sea is wide enough for fish to leap and the sky is high enough for birds to fly.

Even the realization that he had once arrogantly swallowed the dragon's energy and deduced the Five Qis Returning to Origin, and further achieved the state of refining the spirit and returning to the void, was also retained.

Maybe we can really go a step further.

But the disadvantages became apparent at this time.

After all, he is too old.

Normally speaking, as long as one has achieved the state of Dharma and has no trouble, his abilities and skills will not be weakened too much before he dies.

Because when they found the innate orifice and leaped out of the Yin Shen Fa with their soul, they had already achieved the trinity of essence, energy and spirit, and condensed a special magical power.

But now he is different.

Although he had already achieved the Five Qis Converging to Origin at that time, he had no idea what it meant to practice the Spirit Returning to the Void.

And just as the idea came to him, he decisively swallowed the dragon energy into his mouth, breaking the state of Five Qis Converging to Origin and dispersing his own Three Flowers Essence.

If he hadn't wanted to break and then rebuild, to find an opportunity from the dead silence, to find that ray of inspiration, he wouldn't have been so miserable.

Now he finally found his chance.

But the problem is that his three flowers have been broken up and his five energies have been integrated into his body.

In addition, in order to recover his body, the Taoist magic he practiced were extremely eerie and terrifying, and also quite evil.

At this level, although he used Taoism to lock his own original qi and blood, his qi and blood are now almost exhausted.

If he cannot stabilize the three flowers as soon as possible, replenish his own energy and blood, or even further transform in the desolation.

Then, let alone recovering the Five Qis to Origin, he might not even be able to maintain the Dharma.

"Forget it, at least I have dispersed the dragon energy now, and found some opportunities to go further and refine my spirit to return to the void."

"Next, I'll head south to Hong Kong to hide for a while. This will also help me settle the score for those who attacked me from behind!"

Thinking of this, Song Feng's eyes could not help but flash with a hint of ferocity:
"Master Jiuhe, even if you run away, I can still hunt you down. Just wait, you can't run far..."

Are you kidding? I really thought he didn't notice that behind his stupid apprentice, there seemed to be the figure of the evil master Jiuhe.

If the old man Jiuhe Xieshi had not taken action, how could his own disciple, with his mediocre skills, have really been able to trick him.

"This old guy has done too many bad things, and his spirit is not harmonious. Just like the guy in Honglu, although he has extraordinary means, he will never be able to step into the realm of the Dharma."

"Now is just the right time. I have an old friend in Hong Kong. I can let you walk into the trap!"

Having said that, Song Feng quickly stood up, and even his movements seemed to be lighter.

There seemed to be an inexplicable aura blessing him. Although he was still full of energy.

But he was only in a normal state and could not maintain the state of having a spiritual essence.

Occasionally, one can still achieve the utmost sublimation, or temporarily restore the spiritual power of the law, by such means.

Now, the stumbling blocks in the road have been kicked away.

What he had to do next was to replenish his energy and blood steadily, so that his old body could be rejuvenated.

By that time, everything will fall into place naturally.

It is only natural and reasonable that some of the meaning and atmosphere of the past appear on myself.

However, just before he walked out of the secret room, subconsciously wanting to change his face, he paused slightly:
"I almost forgot that when I made my final breakthrough, I damaged the human skin that I had saved for so many years."

When he said this, he rubbed his face, and then covered himself with a new layer of human skin.

Suddenly, that was the appearance of the old lama who had passed away in meditation:

"In this case, I'm sure that very few people will be able to find my whereabouts."

Although he was wearing the old lama's skin, even his movements and speech were very similar to that of the old lama, and he was almost unrecognizable.

But I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Faintly, the little bit of Buddha nature that had been flowing on the human skin seemed to have completely disappeared.

Even though he was wearing human skin, he no longer looked like a great monk, but rather like an ordinary old man.

Slightly disguised.

Immediately afterwards, Song Feng, leaning on his crutches, leisurely sat on the boat and headed south.

Along the way, he saw many fights, as well as the battles between the masters of the spiritual world and the unorthodox methods.

Even when he was on the boat, he drank some wine, ate some snacks, and watched the fight.

Even if the disciples and elders of those famous and upright sects racked their brains, they would never have imagined that the famous Lord of Beiyin Mountain would come south in such a manner.

Everyone thought that the Lord of Beiyin Mountain had returned to the world.

How could such a powerful and ambitious person like him possibly go south on an ordinary boat like an old man?

Looking far into the distance.

Song Feng, who had traveled by water all the way, now saw the present-day Hong Kong.

Although the two sides are only separated by a wall, there is a world of difference between them. It seems like a new world over there.

Even, as he observed the wind and the air, he seemed to have a special aura emerging faintly in the sky above Hong Kong.

Observe carefully.

It seemed to be a sharp aura, like a stone sword.

It is precisely because of this kind of suppressive atmosphere that Hong Kong appears to be so stable on the surface.

Looking at the trace of energy revealed in the dark, Song Feng narrowed his eyes slightly:

"The royal sword in the stone? I didn't expect that after not seeing it for so many years, the power of this thing seems to have become even stronger..."

Although spiritual energy has now declined to the lowest level in history, the power of things like human dragon energy has also been reduced to the extreme.

Even ordinary practitioners who have not achieved immortality can now come into contact with many things that were once untouchable, such as the human dragon energy.

However, even when it comes to suppressing the dragon energy of humanity, or among various methods, there are differences in strength.

In a prosperous country like that, even if the spiritual energy is still very weak, human things can still show a hint of extraordinaryness.

Obviously, there is such an aura suppressing the sky above Hong Kong, which is a completely different order from the current Kyushu.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Song Feng, who was free of worry, passed the checkpoint safely and securely like an ordinary old man.

No one came to care about him from beginning to end, as if no one saw him.

But the amazing thing is that whenever he walked by, people would subconsciously make way for him.

The moment he stepped into Hong Kong.

All I saw was an extremely sharp aura in the unspeakable place in the dark, as if it was inspired by something:
"Clang!"

The next moment, an extremely sharp aura quickly came from the dark world into the real world.

He even locked onto Song Feng, who was walking over to Hong Kong with a cane:
"Huh? Interesting..."

Feeling the blocked energy, Song Feng couldn't help but chuckle.

The next moment, he tapped the cane in his hand gently:
"Dong dong..."

A crisp sound suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, one could see that dazzling and unbearable spiritual light suddenly burst out from Song Feng's originally dim spiritual platform.

At the beginning it was just a little bit of spirituality.

At the very end, a ray of spiritual light shot up into the sky and landed three feet above his forehead:
"Om..."

Countless rays of light began to rapidly appear three feet above his head, continuously outlining.

But in the blink of an eye, he turned into a Taoist priest wearing black clothes and a black robe, with a stern face and holding a black strange banner:

"Hmph! Go back!"

A cold snort suddenly sounded from the darkness, and then the illusory figure was seen shaking the banner in his hand.

The next moment, the banner that was blooming with spiritual light quickly intertwined in the void, creating an equally strange aura.

Between the unbelievable and the unbelievable, he found the shadow of the sword in the stone that had locked onto Song Feng:
"Pfft!"

The inexplicable force directly cut off the communication between the two parties, making it so that the illusory sword in the stone could no longer find Song Feng.

Even at the very end, he left an extremely special mark on the phantom.

And when the mark was imprinted on the phantom of the stone sword, the phantom of the stone sword seemed to be stimulated.

In the blink of an eye, several ripples burst out.

“…Swish, swish, swish!”

An inexplicable aura suddenly flowed in all directions. For a moment, the Yin-Yang world that had been suppressed in all directions seemed to be affected.

It set off huge waves.

at the same time.

Some of the experienced monks who were either fleeing or coming here specifically could not help but look into the distance in surprise:

"What on earth happened to make the broken sword brought by the ghost so crazy?"
The spiritual light quickly converged.

Then, Song Feng closed his eyes slightly, hiding his strangeness, and even had an inexplicable smile on his face:

"Let's wait until there is no more dragon energy and no resentment from the people to weigh down our spiritual platform and make it comfortable..."

When he said this, he leaned on his crutches and blended into the crowd step by step, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)