The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 411 The Thoughts of the Dragon Clan

By the time Yun arrived at Yuquan Mountain, Song Feng had already set out the tea and left a seat for Yun.

"Now that you are here, please take a seat. From now on, the protection of the East Sea human tribe will be handed over to you, so that I don't have to patrol this place every day."

When he said this, Song Feng's eyes revealed a hint of relief and a sense of pleasure.

Although, patrolling the area near the East China Sea is not a very busy job, you only need to scan it with your mind every day.

But if you can avoid working, who would be willing to work more?

Besides, the group of people in the center of the Great Wilderness are fighting fiercely right now, not to mention the three true saints among the gods and demons.

For example, the fights between the demon race, the spirit race, and other alien races, they were also fights that resulted in them losing their brains.

To put it bluntly.

Nowadays, even Song Feng doesn't want to join in the fight in the center of the Great Wilderness. If he is not careful, he might end up in trouble.

Nowadays, true immortals have been falling one after another.

Even when he was observing the central battle scene with the circular light technique, he saw a True Saint-level being who almost died.

Now, it seems that no one knows where he is being chased.

That's really terrible.

It's still in the early stages now. Among the many big clans, let alone determining the winner, there are still many races in the wilderness that have not gotten involved.

Under such circumstances, some True Immortals had already perished. Some True Saints had been severely injured, and some were even on the verge of being hunted down and killed.

This is absolutely terrifying.

Moreover, those who can now fight in the wilderness more or less have the support of true saints behind them.

Even if some races do not have True Saints behind them, there are still many True Immortals who have cultivated great magical powers and can compete with True Saints.

Normally speaking, anyone who has cultivated to the level of a True Saint must have practiced for many years and must have many means of fighting.

But there are some special ones after all.

In other words, when a True Immortal fights against a True Saint, there is still a possibility that a True Immortal will win.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that among the True Saints, so many people can be easily defeated by ordinary True Immortals.

This is simply impossible.

It's just a joke.

After all, all those high saints in the sky were once true immortals, and each of them had a glorious period when they were young.

Anyway, the intensity of the fighting in the wilderness is getting more and more intense, and Song Feng doesn't want to get involved.

It's not bad to guard the three-acre land near the East China Sea. At least it gives me time to practice.

Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years.

By slowly enduring time, those true immortals who have not comprehended the creation will be killed one by one, and they will become a ray of wind and frost in your years of cultivation.

Moreover.

Compared to those who have been practicing for a long time and have become confused, it seems that it takes tens of thousands of years for them to improve their Taoism a little bit.

Song Feng's current level of Taoism, magical powers and supernatural powers still have a lot of room for improvement. In fact, as long as he works hard, he can achieve something.

He's not stupid.

But I will not fight with others and waste my time at the critical moment of my spiritual practice.

"Okay, Master, I understand. From now on, I will patrol the East China Sea frequently to guard against Xiao Xiao's followers."

Hearing what his master said, Yun nodded, and then, following his master's instructions, sat down next to the tea table.

Although it was just an action of sitting next to the tea table, Yun's heart also revealed a hint of joy.

Hey, Master recognizes me!

After the two discussed for a while about the development of the human tribe in the East China Sea, Song Feng seemed to remember something and suddenly spoke to Yun in front of him:
"You must seize the development of the human race in the East Sea. Remember! Even if you have achieved success in cultivation, do not get involved in the struggles in the Great Wilderness at will."

"Based on the traces I saw, I'm afraid there are some fights in the Great Wilderness. Vaguely, there seems to be traces of a great supernatural power connecting cause and effect and laying traps."

He has been spying on the fights in the Great Wilderness for such a long time, and it has not been without gain. He can vaguely feel that the fights in the Great Wilderness have now spread to more than just the True Saint level.

The legendary great master seems to be playing chess in the dark, and his methods are extremely amazing.

Song Feng could also feel a hint of disharmony in the whole logic as to why the True Saint was seriously injured in the sneak attack and was about to die.

All in all it makes absolutely no sense.

Who else could be the one to use this art of cause and effect to form a unique logic and casually kill a True Saint-level being except for the legendary great master?

It can't be the Hunyuan boss, right?

For the current leaders, they have already glimpsed the Hunyuan Dao Fruit, so they don’t have the time to deal with a mere True Saint.

“Hiss… Even the great masters have joined in? Considering how intense the fight has become, I’m afraid the other branches of the human race won’t have an easy time either.”

Hearing his master say this, Yun subconsciously took a breath of cold air, and vaguely felt a sense of worry.

Only after he truly entered the realm of True Immortal did he understand how noble the True Immortal was compared to the previous Qigong practitioners. The gap between the two was as huge as heaven and earth.

Also a Taoist scripture from the Youluo Palace for practicing.

To a certain extent, the difference between true immortals, true saints and those with great supernatural powers is just the difference in their level of cultivation; to truly determine who is better, one has to look at their own magical powers and fighting skills.

Theoretically speaking, if the means are sharp, a true immortal can also beat a powerful person and make him flee in fear.

But then again.

Who wasn't a genius in the past? Most of the people with great powers have lived through the ancient times. Which one of them doesn't have some special skills?
Disciples from the three religions all have supernatural powers and possess rare treasures, so they have no problem dealing with ordinary people.

When dealing with fellow disciples who are also direct disciples of the founder and possess supernatural powers, it depends on whose methods and whose Taoism are more powerful.

Those with great supernatural powers naturally have extraordinary means.

Their cultivation levels are several levels higher than theirs, this is no joke, and no one dares to touch the beard of these powerful masters.

Didn’t you see that even among the three religions, very few people would take the initiative to touch them, let alone those with great supernatural powers?

To be honest, when a true immortal meets a true saint, the gap between them is not that big. Once they have cultivated one yuan of magic power, they will not be killed instantly in a fight.

But if you get close to a person with great magical powers, be careful that he will connect the cause and effect and easily trap you to death. Without the power to sweep away people of the same level, who dares to touch the tiger whiskers of a great magical power casually?

Don't talk about others.

Anyway, when the eldest senior brother of Youluo Palace, Taoist Baoqi, mentioned the person with great supernatural powers, he did so with some respect.

This is where people’s heritage lies.

After all, some of the True Saints may have achieved the status later, but which of the great masters of today does not have a great reputation?
Speaking of which, many of the great masters of supernatural powers were from the same era as the founders of the religion, and some even discussed Taoism with the founders.

Just this generation alone is amazing.

So, even though Yun had achieved true immortality, he was still very obedient in front of his master.

Because he knew that the difference in each realm of Taoism was actually as great as the difference between heaven and earth, and he was too far away from his master.

The reason why these human races on the coast of the East China Sea have developed so prosperously and are so stable is all due to their master's suppression of the four directions.

But the same cannot be said for other human kings.

Now that the True Immortals and True Saints have all lost their minds, can the previous kings of our own race really protect the tribe?

The two chatted for a long time.

Song Feng also passed on some of his experiences and insights from his cultivation to Yun, so as to prevent Yun from going astray on the path to becoming a true immortal.

Watching Yun leave, Song Feng took the teacup he made with the essence of the stars and slowly tasted the wine he had brewed for a long time:
"Bliss..."

Drinking under the moon every night, although being alone is a bit lonely, it is more of an enjoyment.

It is quite comfortable to practice every day.

Now, the Yin-Yang Yuanci Divine Light has been deeply understood by him in Tongxuan, and it seems that he is only one step away from understanding the mystery of Tao.

With his continuous practice, his thousand-foot-long true body is also growing continuously. The growth between these two large classes is extremely fast.

According to his estimation.

The next point that will get him stuck should be when his body reaches ten thousand feet, which is when he will use his Taoism to spy on those with great supernatural powers.

Time passed quickly in the distance.

On one of those days, Xiao Longnv, who always had a happy and smiling face, now had a long face, as if something had happened to her:
"What makes our optimistic little dragon girl so unhappy? If you have any difficulties, please tell me. It will make me happy."

Seeing Song Feng teasing her here, Xiao Longnu rolled her eyes at him, and then said somewhat unhappily:
"Father has learned that I hang out with you every day. He seems to be unhappy that I am not doing my job and fooling around all day."

"Now he seems to have set his sights on you, and seems to want to come over to discuss something with you. Anyway, I don't know, just wait until he comes."

When she said this, Xiaolongnu shook her head and seemed unhappy.

"Oh? It seems that the dragon clan is serious about it. I am really flattered to have a dragon king come to my temple in person."

When he said this, Song Feng casually poured out a cup of tea from the teapot to help Xiaolongnu calm down.

Now, he has picked a lot of spiritual fruits in his orchard and brewed them into wine, so that he can drink alone under the moon every night. Some of the tea trees he planted have also yielded a harvest.

He can still be provided with food, drinks and tea as usual.

Moreover.

Isn't there a saying that goes, "Don't say there are no treasures in the Dragon Palace. When the Dragon King comes, he must have a gift in his hand, no matter what."

Moreover, the dragon clan has a relatively deep heritage, and maybe he could get some ancient secrets from their casual chat.

As long as it does not harm his own interests, he is still willing to have a chat with the Dragon King among the dragon clan.

He had plenty of time anyway.

The autumn wind was bleak and the waves were surging. On one of those days, a wave suddenly rolled up in the East China Sea, and then a real dragon was seen flying up from the sea:

"hold head high!!!"

Then he transformed into a majestic figure wearing gorgeous clothes and with two dragon horns on his head. It turned out to be Ao Rui, the Dragon King of the East China Sea.

At the moment when the Dragon King appeared on the shore of the East China Sea, Xiao Longnu, who had been picking peaches in the orchard behind, looked towards the edge of the East China Sea as if she had sensed something:

"Is Father here?"

At the same time, Song Feng, who was entertaining himself with a chessboard under a pine tree, seemed to have sensed something.

I saw the Yin-Yang magnetic divine light in his hand flickering slightly, and vaguely it seemed as if it had turned into a divine ring spinning from his hand.

Looking up at his spirit platform, I saw that the golden flower above his spirit platform not only had a few stamens, but it also seemed to be about to bear fruit.

Mysterious and strange runes are brewing in the pistil, as if the golden flower will wither and produce a perfect fruit in the next moment.

“So this is the wonder of Taoism?”

With a smile on his lips, Song Feng stood up and walked towards the outside of the Yuquan Mountain Taoist Temple.

Just as he walked to the door of the dojo, Xiao Longnu had already walked over. When he saw Song Feng, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes:
"Why did you run out suddenly?"

After hearing what Xiao Long Nu said, Song Feng smiled and touched his head, then said softly:
"How did you get out? This is how I got out. Do you really think that I have been drinking tea and wine and having fun near the East China Sea for so many years?"

After hearing what Song Feng said, Xiao Longnu looked at him in surprise. She really didn't expect that Taoist Song Feng's Taoism had advanced to such a level.

The reason why he was able to discover that the Dragon King had entered the shores of the East China Sea was entirely due to the induction in the blood of both parties.

No matter what, her father is also an ancient dragon at the True Saint level. When he conceals his aura, it is not easy for people of the same level to discover him.

I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Song Feng's spiritual perception is so sharp. It seems that my father will meet his match this time.

But if you think about it carefully, it's just that my dad has met an opponent, not me.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Xiaolongnu's face again, and so the two of them waited here quietly for the Dragon King to come.

Just as both sides were waiting.

All I saw was the Dragon King, dressed in gorgeous clothes, approaching from a distance. Faintly, there seemed to be a mist under his feet.

When the Dragon King saw Song Feng and Xiao Long Nu standing in front of the Yuquan Mountain Dojo, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on his face:

"I heard from Long Er that the Taoist priest from Yuquan Mountain is extraordinary and a great figure in Youluo Palace. I didn't expect that when I saw the real person, he was even better than the legend."

When he, a dignified ancient dragon, approached Song Feng, he vaguely felt a strange sense of danger, which was a bit scary!

(End of this chapter)