The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 175 The storm is coming
"Spread some magic water to the captured barbarians, and don't kill too many people."

"Just keep an eye on him and don't let him cause any trouble!"

Wu Yong sat on the right seat of the Nightmare Tower and waved his hand to scatter a thousand yellow talismans, causing all the guardian warriors of Qiongming to disperse.

The barbarians are domineering, but they are of the same clan as the Kyushu, so they cannot be dealt with lightly.

After the capture, except for a few leading priests, the other barbarians and soldiers had no worries about food and drink.

The Guiman and Guman tribes also did not make any moves. The other tribes either pretended not to know about it or sent a lot of supplies to the "Tōkaidō Army"...

The three tribes of barbarians did not make any more movements, so Wu Yong had to suppress his thoughts and wait for the Qiong Ming masters to offer sacrifices to the holy temple before making any further moves.

After the Qiongming masters and the old priest left, there was no response for a long time.

The "quasi-king" of the Nightmare Barbarians had no one to teach him, so he came to Wu Yong with a pair of wooden puppets to ask for advice.

"What is your level of Taoism? At your age, why are you practicing the art of nightmare victory instead of refining your spiritual power?"

“When I was your age…”

Wu Yong raised his hand and took the girl's puppet, and with a stern face, he changed her practice method.

"But everyone in the tribe has to learn nightmare magic first!" Tan Qing'er looked confused.

"So the Yan tribe has fallen!" Wu Yong said unhappily.

"The only Great Zodiac Barbarian King in your tribe, isn't he still practicing Zodiac Star Dao? Taoism is Taoism, you must first cultivate the Tao before you can evolve it into the law."

"Without spiritual power and magic power, how can you perform nightmare magic?"

"Taoism is the main trunk, and techniques are the side branches. Come, let's see what Qi training method you practice?"

The way of Wu Yong is to suppress others with his Taoism. If your evil is one foot higher than mine, my Taoism will be ten feet higher.

Even because he practiced several great ways, his Dao traces surpassed those of ordinary Jindan masters during the Gangsha period; now that he has become a great master, his Dao traces of the Golden Mercury Void Natural Dao, the Flame Dao, and so on have surpassed that of Heman Jun.

It is better to fight head-on!
Tan Qing'er nodded as if she understood, and then began to circulate the Qi and raise her spirit...

"Hey, what kind of practice are you doing?" Wu Yong asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's the basic Qi training solution!"

Tan Qing'er sat cross-legged on the throne, conscientiously practicing the Qigong and moving her spiritual energy. In her spare time, she answered loudly.

Such serious words made Wu Yong suddenly startled, and a long-lost memory suddenly rushed to his mind.

I still remember that Wu Yong was like this when he was young. His family was in decline, and he was coveted by people from all directions. He trained himself with the Great Wind Sutra, but his spiritual roots were deficient, and he was also lonely...

"Ah."

"You will be a good person in the future. You will become a disciple of the Wang family's master. I think the ancient scriptures, secret books, and magical powers you can practice will not be bad."

"Don't be too anxious to practice nightmare magic. The reason why it is so powerful is because it damages the spirit and soul, and hurts the blood. Wait until you have established your foundation before practicing it."

Wu Yong added, seeming to be skeptical of the little guy.

"Your old priest is afraid that he will die early and the nightmare technique will not be passed down. Don't believe him."

"Before you build your foundation, you must strengthen your body. After you have successfully built your foundation, you can practice the various methods. You are not talented, so you must not practice randomly!"

"..."

He also instructed several disciples of the high priest nearby to prepare spiritual food for her to nourish her body.

At this moment, Wu Yong was unusually eager to teach others. He took the girl's pulse and set the tone.

After the puzzle was solved, Wu Yong left the Nightmare King's Palace in a flash.

The seven gods in his soul used the technique of using a staff to block the flying knife that beheaded the immortal. After losing one soul, he became a little confused.

We must refine a new god!
Wu Yong returned to his residence. The divine talisman was hung high above the Seven Gods Heaven, illuminating the spirit of heaven. Tian Chong Po Shen immediately jumped out from the soul shadow. Tian Chong Po Shen pointed to the sky with one hand and to the ground with the other. With the light of the divine talisman, he transformed into a puppet again, and stood together with the six Wu Ling gods to form the Seven Gods Heaven.

"However, a seventh-grade divine scroll, a semi-immortal status, is only used to guard the heavenly spirits, protect external evil, or use someone else as a substitute or a stick to die in place of someone else. This is a bit too wasteful."

“I don’t know when I can truly transform and become one of the Seven Auxiliary Gods!”

Wu Yong lowered his head slightly and engraved the bright divine patterns on Wu Ling's divine body. From the Huandan blessed land, there were the Yandao Fusang treasure patterns, the Jindao void mercury patterns, the purple thunder patterns, the Gangfeng patterns and so on that fell onto the divine body.

Many Taoist patterns were engraved, and various colored precious lights emanated from the doll. The many Taoist patterns attracted the Taoist essence, and the witch spirit's body also began to change.

The three-inch witch spirit grew several times, and now it has suddenly turned into a three-foot spirit statue with a body the same size as the body. The appearances of the seven gods have begun to change due to the appearance of the Dao patterns...

"That's fine. This is far from the final change. When you complete the fourth transformation, the Seven Gods will manifest."

Wu Yong stretched out his right hand, and the Lingguan Treasure Edict appeared on his palm. He sat beside the desk, silently reciting the sacred text, seeking truth and supernatural powers from it.

And at this time.

Among the beast tribes tens of thousands of miles away.

The Crane Barbarian King was lying on the main throne in the palace, while the Ghost Barbarian Ancestor and the Green Toad Barbarian King were sitting on both sides of him, and they were feasting and socializing with each other.

The Ghost Man Ancestor only then emerged from the ghostly aura, and turned into a tall, thin middle-aged man, with a gloomy look between his brows. Under his white robe, countless blood eyes flickered on his pale skin. As soon as one blood eye closed, another one opened. Wherever he touched, whether it was a table or a cup, blood eyes appeared.

The Ghost Barbarian Patriarch placed his right elbow on the table, looking at the Crane Barbarian Lord with a half-smile. At the same time, nine bloody eyes appeared on the table below him. The pupils of these bloody eyes were wide open, and they glanced around involuntarily, causing the waiters who were serving wine to stand far away and dared not approach at all.

"Lao He, I think your Beast Barbarian tribe can be declared exterminated. Hahahaha, none of the elite barbarian cultivators are left. Why not disband them and merge them into my Ghost Barbarian tribe?"

"Tsk tsk, you can join my Gu tribe. It's just right. With the armored beast barbarian method and my tribe's Gu technique, I'm afraid you can really raise an extraordinary creature!"

The two barbarian kings laughed together and teased He Manjun.

However, Baihe Barbarian King was not angry. He put down the roasted golden and crispy deer leg, flicked his right finger and sent several beast barbarian monks who were serving behind the Ghost Barbarian Ancestor flying, leaving the wine jar and the deer-cutting knife on the tray.

"Stay away from this old ghost. He smells like a damned blood ghost. If you smell or touch him by accident, you will suffer."

"Let him do it himself!"

Lord Heman still cares about his own sons, so he must keep them away from this ghost barbarian ancestor.

"Old bird, tell me, what should we do?"

"Your Beast Barbarians were almost completely wiped out by that Tōkaidō official. You, the White Crane Patriarch, are about to become a commander without troops. How can you really hold back?"

"Hey, you still have the mind to drink and eat meat here, I'm afraid the barbarians of the Beast Barbarian Tribe are poking your spine right now, right?"

The Ghost Man Ancestor came up and spoke with contempt, which directly hit He Man Jun's heart, causing him to almost burst into beastly intent and rush up to fight with this old ghost.

However, He Manjun also knew the current situation and glanced coldly at Gui Man and Qing Chan.

"Humph! Do you think that the Taoist priests of Penglai are inferior to the True Lords of the Barbarians? Let alone Wu Yong, if you mess with any of the old guys from the three Penglai sects, I'll see if they can extract your soul and sacrifice it to a Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"

"Master He, I don't want to get into this bad luck. When my sons are sent to Yujing by Wu Yong, I, Old He, will put aside my pride and go and beg them in person, and they will be brought back!"

Master He looked around at the beastly men who were still serving him, and his voice became louder and louder.

"Wu Yong wasn't feeling well either. I broke at least a dozen of his ribs and broke his left foot."

"But that guy is from an aristocratic family, and is one of the best among the upper clans in Kyushu. The magical treasure in his hand is unpredictable. If Master He is really ambushed by him, our Beast Barbarian Tribe will be finished."

"Don't mention it. My chest still hurts a little now. I don't know how many cows and sheep I need to eat to recover."

He Manjun's words were well-reasoned and made the cultivators who were serving him feel much better. Their eyes were filled with brilliance as they suddenly learned about their ancestor's endurance of humiliation and they admired him even more.

It’s all the fault of the immortal families in Jiuzhou. The immortal families in the north are just demons and monsters, and even the ancestors couldn’t escape their oppression.

The immortals are bad, the ancestors are good!
With their hearts filled with sorrow, the two maids stood on tiptoe and lifted up the wine jar to refill the cup of He Laozu...

This old bird lied with his eyes open, which made the girls in his tribe stunned.

Guiman and Qingchan saw with their own eyes that this guy was hacked to the ground by the young man, and he fled back without caring about his men.

"You must know that there is the Zodiac Temple in Nightmare City, and that temple contains all the life's work of the Great Barbarian King!"

"Moreover, the descendants of the Nightmare tribe are incompetent and have not passed on their legacy to this day. After entering the mountain, Lord Donghai went straight to Nightmare City... Tsk tsk, Old Crane and Old Toad, are you really willing to hand it over to others?"

"This is the Great Barbarian King of my Barbarian Tribe. This is the only legacy of the Great Barbarian King that we can get our hands on!"

"How much progress have you two made in your practice? I guess you don't need me to remind you, right?"

The Guiman Patriarch didn't bother beating around the bush with him and went straight to the point.

The three gentlemen broke through to the fourth level, some have been thousands of years, some have been hundreds of years. So how much progress have they really made so far?
The two knew that there was something else behind his words. He Manjun also winked at the cultivators standing in the hall, and waited for them to retreat before speaking again:

"To be honest, I really can't beat Wu Yong. He is faster and stronger than me, and his lightning and fire skills are very scorching. It's like the art of alchemy and the art of war are combined. Zhao Shen's body is even better than that of ordinary Taoist generals. Master He's supernatural powers are all suppressed by him."

Not only that, his magic cloak was as heavy as millions of pounds, and one blow injured He Manjun's lungs, which made him increasingly weak in the battle in the rear.

"Unless you go against Wu Yong, I, He Ye, am really restrained."

He Manjun thought about it again and again and still shook his head.

Guiman and Qingchan were also moved. As long as this guy agreed, they would not be afraid that he would not go.

"Old Crane, my Southern Region is directly east of the Penglai Sea. This time it was this little Wu Yong, and next time it will be Tai Hua."

"When the Taoist Taihua was proving his truth, he committed a huge crime in my Southern Region. He captured a dragon vein and earth spirit in front of you and me."

"You keep showing off your power in my Southern Region. Old Crane, Old Toad, the three of us have at least a high position in Yujing. Don't you really want to save your dignity?"

"If it's a big clan in Jiuzhou, it's fine, but what's Penglai? If the three of us continue to fight on our own, I'm afraid the Southern Region will have to change its surname."

"Humph, since you can't wait, I will go alone. If I fail, I will take the men in my clan and surrender to Qingzhou. I will allocate a few counties to the Ghost Controlling Zhong Clan. It is better than being bullied in the Southern Region!"

When the Ghost Barbarian Ancestor was in the heat of passion, he was extremely furious. Hundreds of bloodshot eyes all over his body opened wide in anger, showing his true feelings.

This made He and Chan suspicious. Was this old ghost beaten badly by the Taoist Taihua from Penglai? Why was he so furious?
However, the two of them quickly stood up and stopped the Ghost Man Ancestor, and comforted him and cooperated with him to continue the play.

"Old ghost, don't panic. Then tell me, what should we do..."

(End of this chapter)