The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 150 Under Fusang
Wu Yong had been restless since returning from the Chaos Sea, until he saw the past scene in which he was parasitized by the Lord of All Changes in the memories of the sea of ​​souls shared by the seven spirits, body and soul.

Wu Yong was even more terrified. After returning to Qingyun Realm, he shut himself in the temple for several days, repeatedly using the Lingguan Baogao to search for the divine talisman. He checked it thoroughly from the three souls, the sea of ​​​​consciousness in the sky, the Niwan Palace, to the upper, middle and lower dantian.

"I was actually frightened by the notorious name of Tzeentch. His ever-changing authority was exploded and turned into a seventh-grade Wuling Divine Scroll. Perhaps, his incarnation is dead and cannot die any more."

"But who did it?"

"Taishang? Yuanshi? Lingbao? Miaoyou Miluo? Or... some other celestial master?"

"Or, the rules of heaven? The will of the world?"

Wu Yong simply lay on the floor of the hall in a spread-eagle position and exhaled a few deep breaths.

It seems that the "sky" above all realms is far more vast than he had imagined. Perhaps this so-called Daoting era after the end of the law is far from being as simple as it seems.

but.

"It doesn't matter, it's always a good thing!"

Wu Yong placed his left hand on his head and repeatedly looked at the sacred scroll.

The seventh-grade divine talisman represents the status of a semi-immortal.

After sorting out the general cause and effect, Wu Yong no longer hesitated and immediately incorporated it into the Heavenly Spirit and began to perform the ritual:
When spring begins to rain, peach and plum trees begin to sprout, and animals are driven away, which encourages agriculture and sericulture.

In the first month of summer, warm air returns, and the grass and trees grow abundantly with the help of nature. The heat is relieved and timely rains come, and the grass and trees grow abundantly with the help of nature.

During the autumn season, households fill their granaries and farmers harvest the crops, then they offer sacrifices to their ancestors and pray to the country.

In mid-winter, people offer sacrifices to the gods, use tortoise shells to divine, examine hexagrams to predict good and bad luck, wear jade, and raise flags...

Tao, when dispersed, becomes Qi; when gathered, becomes Spirit.

God is the authority that holds the Tao.

Immortals hold divine authority, and their Taoist practices combine gathering and dispersion, using their Taoist practices to drive authority, which is the way of immortals.

It was also at this time that the light on the Lingguan Treasure Edict became brighter, and infinite precious light was generated. The immortal way - Lingguan method, and many forbidden magic arts were lit up one by one.

Wu Yong glanced at the many secret methods in the Baogao and knew that, up to now, he had only just learned the true teachings of Baogao!

However, at this moment, his attention was more focused on the Xuanpin Divine Talisman. The seventh-grade rank was extremely important to him.

At least, with such a position of karma, one can avoid being attacked or even possessed by all kinds of sinister evil gods, witches and ghosts with a high probability.

As for the Taoism, just improve it slowly...

Wu Yong put away the precious edict, and the seven spirits of his body and soul corresponded to the divine talisman. Immediately, traces of the Dao appeared on his body. The golden runes were imprinted on his body one by one, and the seven spirits of his body and soul were transformed into seven spiritual gods.

The Way of Change, the Way of Nightmare, the Way of Soul, the Way of Sacrifice, the Way of Puppetry... are combined into one and called - Driving Away the Gods!

On the days of autumn when the grass turns yellow, people offer sacrifices to the heavens and ancestors, break yarrow and weave offerings for straw dogs and straw spirits, in order to respect the Great Way.

"The path of cultivation is indeed vast and boundless. There are countless ways of cultivation in the world, but I have successively cultivated the Fushui Dao, the Way of Weaponry, and the Divine Scriptures."

"Every step is so perfect, so coincidental..."

Are there coincidences on the path of spiritual practice?

not necessarily!

Everything that happens by chance is also inevitable.

Wu Yong lowered his eyes and looked at the sacred edict with a complicated expression. After a long while, he flicked his sleeves and collected all the manifestations. He stretched his waist like an ordinary person and walked out of the hall...

Walking out of the hall at the top of the mountain, Wu Yong went from fearless to frightened, and then to insignificant, but he seemed to still maintain his original intention.

But this time he is no longer fearless because of the unknown, but it doesn't matter because he knows enough!
He walked briskly out of the peak, and saw a Taoist soldier with scars of fire and knife all over his body kneeling on the ground with his upper body straight, accepting the thunder and fire whipping from his fellow Taoist soldiers.

Wu Yong crossed the distance of a hundred feet in just two or three steps, stopped in front of the soldier, and sighed:
"Why do you have to stay?"

Yes, because of one wrong step, his fellow Taoist camp members chose to give him a way out.

Why bother to stay here and lose your own life, and disturb the morale of the Taoist camp?
"Master, I was tempted by the six evil desires, my greed blinded me, my desire for power blinded my ears, and I killed my comrades with my own hands. I deserve to die."

"But I am determined not to leave the Dao camp. I vow not to be greedy or angry, and I vow not to be blinded by the desire for power."

"Please fulfill my wish, Taoist Master. I am willing to receive ten whips of lightning and fire from my fellow Taoist camp members. After I survive, I only want one person and one horse, to be a soldier and a son, and to be the first to rush to the front for the Taoist camp."

"If I can't bear it, I'll just end it all. I hope the Taoist Master will help me!"

The naked Taoist soldier bowed deeply and kowtowed to the ground.

That Taoist entered the camp on the same day as many other students from the Taoist Temple. His training progress, magic, and martial arts were all excellent. His classmates had already become second-level warriors. As the leader of the Taoist camp, he was the only one who had not made any progress...

Only then did he fail in the test of the six desires in the small world and, filled with rage, he killed a comrade who often ridiculed him.

The cultivators in Daoying had known about this for a long time. They felt sorry for him and lamented his foolishness, but they still held back a bit under the whip of thunder and fire. Otherwise, he would have died long ago...

"Then it depends on what you guys think!"

Wu Yong took a step forward and walked down the mountain, leaving everything to Daoying himself.

Even if the monk named Ma Wen was the best candidate to break through to become a sorcerer, and had crossed the bottom line, in the end, it would still be determined by the Daoying. He left the guards and quietly returned to the small bamboo peak, stopping by the Yunlu Spring Pool in the center of the peak to take a closer look.

Cloud dew is the essence of heaven, which was the mechanism for harmonizing the clear and turbid energies of heaven and earth. Wu Yong sat lightly on the edge of the dew pond and stretched out his hand to scoop up a pool of clear spring water. The mist was flowing and the fragrance of the clear and spiritual air filled his face.

At this moment, in his Huandan blessed land, the appearance of the blessed land, the clear air turned into cloud spirit, high up on the dome of the blessed land, like light clouds covering the moon, slightly obstructing the infinite green and mysterious light emitted by the natural Huandan hanging at the top of the blessed land.

The earth is made of gold and mercury, boundless and vast, white and clean. Gold is neither gold nor silver, just like refining mercury and gold in the void!

In the center grows only the Fusang tree, which reaches up into the muddy white clouds, with golden mercury sinking not far below. A red magic lamp hangs on the top, and a purple and green silver pot becomes the rosy clouds.

The Fusang tree in the sea of ​​qi in the past has now grown into a thousand-foot-tall body.

The source energy of the small world was like a swimming dragon. After falling into this vast blessed land, it had no place to stay. It was captured and absorbed by the elixir energy and refined into the great blessed land of gold and mercury.

From the thousand-foot-high Fusang World Tree, hundreds of Dao rules are as thin as branches, and Dao marks are like leaves with nine spirals. The source root energy of that small world is smelted by the inner elixir energy of the blessed land, and the clear and turbid are separated. It first enters the blessed land, evolves myriad Dao rules, and then manifests spiritual inspiration through the world tree.

There are thirty-six hazy shadows in total!

"It seems that a lot of spiritual material and food subsidies are still needed before they can all be transformed into spiritual inspiration."

Only ten of the thirty-six waterfalls of spiritual inspiration had now manifested, hanging down a hundred feet from the Fusang Crown. Wu Yong raised his hand and caught one of them. It was as soft as a veil and curling like smoke. It was generated from the beginning and returned to silence at the end, coming from the void and going into the invisible.

Wu Yong sat high on the Purple Cloud Platform, circulating Qi through his body. It seemed as if smoke came out of his mouth and nose. In that spiritual energy, the original Qi of Yin and Yang, the Three Talents, the Four Symbols, and the Five Elements flowed like a breeze around his throat. Along the flow of Qi, the Qi entered Wu Yong's body. His magic power improved, and Dao patterns multiplied.

A flash of inspiration can increase one's Tao practice by sixty years, and give rise to the two yin and yang, the three talents, the four images, the five elements... and there are forty-nine Tao marks on each!
"Wonderful, wonderful!"

There is no disturbance in cultivation, no trouble from external demons, it melts as soon as it enters the mouth, and the speed of improvement is so fast that people cannot help but wonder, is this not the way of the devil?

Since this was the case, Wu Yong did not stay in Qingyun Realm for long. After absorbing this inspiration, he had an idea in his mind, and his magic power turned. He quickly swept across the top of the cliff with the power of moving stars and changing constellations, and then searched the Yuntu South Road...

From the former Yan Valley to the present Tangze, the Black Abyss was drained by Wu Yong, and the three rivers and four rivers converged into one lake. This place is now the territory of the Black Water Corpse.

Just returning from that small world, the Yin Corpse also broadened its horizons. Normally, it thought that the spiritual corpses it was born and raised by nature were already extremely ferocious and ugly, but after seeing the two types of evil gods' followers, it did regain a bit of confidence.

After returning to the swamp, the Yin corpse simply searched for several sunken corpses at the bottom of the swamp, dismembered them, and replaced some of their body parts for himself...

After a long time, the old corpse stood on the lake, looking at his reflection in the water, nodding repeatedly, which was quite pleasing to the eyes.

At this moment, the old corpse's hair suddenly stood up, and in the reflection of the lake, a head suddenly appeared behind his shoulder - skin woven from yarrow, eyes for mulberry seeds, and loose snow-white cattail-like hair. On his stiff face like a puppet, with two circles of blush on his cheeks, he seemed to be smiling, which was creepy!

Yes, Wu Ling!

A legendary evil creature.

At the same time, there were the Stone King meditating in the Moyu Mountains; the goblins who were relocated to the barren mountains in the south; the Scorpion Spirit who was lying on the Scorpion Tail Peak and directing the practitioners like a queen; Yin Erlang who was watching the great demon with bloodshot eyes; and the Golden Peng of Chaos soaring in the sky.

Everyone was attacked strangely and mysteriously at the same time, and was patted on the shoulder by a mysterious witch spirit. The next moment, everyone disappeared from where they were.

Until, with several loud crashes, the six demon kings and old ghosts, along with seven or eight chief sorcerers, all fell to the side of the dew spring on the top of the bamboo peak.

Wu Yong was seen sitting cross-legged in the center of the dew pond, on top of a cloud platform, with a lying posture like a god, glancing at everyone with bored eyes.

And how could those seven witch spirits be such evil creatures?
That is the puppet that was conferred the title of Wu Ling God by Wu Yong, with a cold face with rosy blush, loose white hair, a tall nose, and two small black eyes made of mulberry seeds. Aren’t they the seven little Wu Yongs!

"Well... I think we need to go back to the ancestral world of Jiuzhou."

He was in a hurry to return to Jiuzhou to prepare more spiritual materials and "hatch" most of the remaining original spiritual energy in the Huandan blessed land.

"You guys also made some efforts in conquering that small world. I thought I'd leave you with something to look forward to before I leave."

Wu Yong raised his right hand, and lightly snapped his fingers while moving three fingers.

Before everyone could react, the void twisted, and the clear sky, white earth, and the shadow of a towering red tree slowly overlapped with the real world.

Above the towering sacred tree, rays of light were flickering, very much like a Bodhi tree dangling mysterious energy. An unknown divine aura was floating above the sacred tree. The almost overlapping of the blessed land and the real void made it difficult for the second-level sorcerers among the cultivators to breathe.

Wu Yong drew a line with two fingers, and eight spiritual inspirations slid down from the top of the Fusang tree. One spiritual inspiration split into hundreds of strands, and the original spiritual inspiration changed infinitely according to the mysterious method. It was like a swimming dragon or a spirit snake, lingering and swaying. After circling in the void for a few breaths, each spiritual inspiration looked for its master and escaped into his sky.

The six third-level demon ghost corpse kings each got one path, and the eight second-level sorcerers and strongmen were divided into two paths.

With the help of moonlight and dew from the spring as wine, all the sorcerers and demon kings in the field looked at Wu Yong in shock.

"Shh!"

But the latter raised a finger to his lips and kept silent.

When the shadow of Huandan Fudi completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared, Wu Yong leaned forward slightly and said, “I’m so happy!
"That little world is too small, its foundation is too shallow, and it's too easy to take it down!"

"Next time, why don't you all join me in taking down a real world or a chaotic wilderness? You will gain a hundred times more of this wonderful energy."

"Everyone, why don't we make a gentleman's agreement and do it again after half a decade? If the great cause can be accomplished, such wonderful energy will be returned a hundredfold!"

"Everyone, please train your troops diligently. We will meet again in half a century...How do you think?"

The eyes of the cultivators flashed with brilliance. They looked at each other and spoke in unison.

"Respect!"

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(End of this chapter)