The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 213 Spirit Pool
After reuniting with Yuan Zhong from Penglai, Wu Yong's heart sank. According to Yuan Zhong's words, there might be some twists and turns in the matter of Black Mountain.

As for what he said about becoming relatives, it seemed a little funny in front of Wu Yong.

You, Yuan Zhong, are only a great master at this moment. You have a daughter who is practicing in the Taoist palace. I am afraid that her amazing foundation-building level will not exceed that of the Golden Elixir level.

It should be known that not just anyone can achieve the primordial spirit. Wu Yong is now a fourth-rank Taoist general, holding the divine talisman and exercising seven kinds of authority. In the near future, he will be able to achieve the fourth level of the Return to Elixir and achieve the Dao of Refining the Void.

If she wanted to marry, she had to be the daughter of the Yuan clan, the great master, right? If she was a direct descendant of the Yuan clan, marrying a younger generation wouldn't sound so good.

Can the game between the True Lords of the Yuanshen be involved in the foundation-building of the alchemy path?

Besides, Wu Yong may not care about these, but the Wang family of Qiongming and the Xun family of Tianxiang may have some objections...

After all, having the marks of two upper clans in Fuyao Mountain and Donghai Dojo is already the limit, and there is no room for any more parties to place bets.

Too much too!

Rather than waiting for Tianxiang and Qiongming to intervene and end the whole thing in a bad mood, it is better to stop here.

[Did Yuan Zhong not think of this, or did he think that his power was greater than Qiong Ming and Tian Xiang.]

Looking at the Penglai Taoist army leaving, Wu Yong's eyes became more determined.

Looking up at the night sky again, there was a ray of cold light cast among the starry sky.

"Unfortunately, there are no stars in Jiuzhou. Master, you haven't seen such a starry sky for a long time, right?"

The God of Ten Thousand Illusions tilted his head and spoke softly with a gentle smile, which seemed to be able to soothe many emotions.

"My Lord seems to be troubled. Can we help him?"

The Star God reached out his right hand, gathered the starry sky into his arms, condensed it into a handful of "stars", and then turned around to ask.

The seven gods were all transformed from Wu Yong's six senses and seven souls, and they appeared naturally according to Wu Yong's mood. The seven gods descended from the sky, and strange fragrance filled the Juntian Dao Palace, with colorful fragrances. There were countless ways and principles that were born and died in this fragrance and precious light.

Wu Yong glanced at the actions of the gods and shook his head slightly.

"It is unnecessary to use the guest to bite the host."

"However, I will definitely take Black Mountain. When the time comes, you all need to work together to help me!"

Wu Yong's eyes turned cold and he spoke firmly.

The City of Unjust Death - a magical treasure from the innate Yin world, is something that he must obtain in order to become an immortal. By then, it will all depend on how well he tries.

Upon hearing this, the seven gods immediately obeyed the order.

……

The return of Huang Dao Fa Zun of Juntian Dao Palace is a major event in the imperial capital of Huaxu.

As soon as Yuan Zhong's Penglai cultivators entered Huaxu, they confronted the City God and entered the Golden Palace. The five generals of the Governor's Office and the immortals of the Alchemist's Office were arrested on the spot and locked in demon cages and magic bags when they resisted. That scene really horrified the civil and military officials of that time.

Fortunately, the Penglai Taoist army was persuaded by the Blood God Son and returned to the Juntian Taoist Palace, but the civil and military officials of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty were still worried.

It was the second day after the Penglai Dao army left.

Before the end of the Mao hour, the young emperor Feng Qing immediately entered the Juntian Taoist Palace. For a year, he cultivated his Qi and practiced Taoism, practicing wind methods, taking medicine, training Qi, and using talismans. He also had sufficient spiritual food from the royal family and various alchemists to regulate the five elements of Yin and Yang for him.

The young emperor now has lost his childishness, and there is a bit of wisdom in his handsome face. His three thousand black hair is lightly tied behind his head with a purple hairband, and he wears a slightly soft plain robe. A palm-sized wind chime pennant is hung around his waist, and a wind-blowing feather fan is inserted diagonally behind his waist. When he walks, his feet touch the ground, as light as the wind.

But he has quite some skills.

Feng Qing did not disturb the guard. After making eye contact with him, he quietly went towards the main hall. However, this place was previously the residence of Taoist Penglai. Through the half-open door, one could see that the decoration in the hall was more magnificent and golden, and lacked the previous ethereal feeling of auspicious clouds.

When he gently pushed open the half-covered palace door and glanced around, he did not see any figure inside.

"You are... the young emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty?"

The 'Sanhua Niangniang', who was only about the height of Feng Qing's earlobe, passed by the front hall holding a large stack of yellow talismans that were taller than her body. He saw this person with half a foot in the front hall. He didn't know whether to go in or out, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"The master and the other monks are now living in the back hall. Isn't the front hall occupied by the Taoist official of the Yuan family? How could my master live in someone else's palace? What are you waiting for here?"

"Oh, that's perfect. Please help me deliver this Yellow Talisman of Sweet Rain to the lotus pond in the back hall. This is a Taoist Talisman that inherits the dew of the clouds. It's as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it can't be packed in a mustard seed bag..."

In the Qingyun Realm, the 'Three Flowers Lady' at the Qingshi Village was petite but old-fashioned. With the attitude of an elder, she immediately gave half of the heavy Ganlin Dao Talisman to Feng Qing.

The latter narrowly avoided spraining his waist when he took it. This talisman looked like an ordinary yellow talisman, so why was it so heavy?

Before Feng Qing could even think of complaining, the Niu Xianfeng and Hu Xianfeng in front of him started to urge him in a rough voice:
"Little Sanhua, hurry up and catch up."

"If you miss the time, you won't have dinner tonight."

At this urging, Lady Sanhua immediately tensed up. She responded hastily, and anxiously pushed Feng Qing to go with him to carry the Yunlu Huangfu to the Juntian Back Palace, fearing that they would really run out of food.

But Feng Qing secretly laughed in his heart, thinking that this little cat demon must be a glutton.

But the old bulls and ferocious tigers in front, which were several meters tall, were really terrifying.

But what is this Juntian Dao Palace doing?
Wu Yong spent a day talking with the Taoist priest from Penglai, and felt that the foundation of the Fuyao lineage was too shallow. When the next great era came, how could one person's attainment of Taoism be compared to the ascension of all the clouds?
After much preparation, it’s time to begin!

The cultivators in the East China Sea took the jade and built the Lotus Pond. They used the power of heaven and earth in the Return to Elixir Blessed Land to analyze the Qingyan Spirit Vein and form the earth's marrow. They used the magic water and sweet rain to receive the essence of the clouds and sky to form the Spirit Pond.

"There are sixty-four people who are practicing the Wind Dao. They first followed the Qingyun Realm. They have ten years of Great Wilderness spiritual medicine as a supply, and they have never lacked magical instruments and great arts. Now four of them have established their foundations."

"The Yellow Heavenly Dao Army, one battalion of 100 cavalrymen, also came from the Qingyun Great Wilderness, but the second battalion of 100 cavalrymen was formed a short time ago."

"As for the veins of the East China Sea..."

"Master has taken a spiritual vein and transformed it into a pool of heavenly essence and earthly marrow for them to practice. They should be able to achieve something."

Manager Jin took off the jade book from his waist. All the records of various Taoists were there. At a glance, they were not too bad.

The Wu family's entourage of sixty-four Feng Dao practitioners are mostly family-born sons, and they are all the younger generation selected when Wu Yong came to power. It won't take too long for most of them to build a foundation and be worthy of the position of a general manager. With them as the core, it will be easy to lay a huge net.

The Huangtian Dao soldiers are the direct descendants of Wu Yong, the great master of Huangdao. They are led by twelve strong men and are particularly good at using talismans and spells. Their power cannot be underestimated now.

At least in the eyes of Wu Lie, Wu Feng, Manager Jin and others, it is enough to support the East China Sea.

Wu Yong nodded slightly, but did not comment.

When all the strong men in the Taoist camp had collected 129,800 yellow talismans of sweet rain, they gathered enough celestial essence and clouds on the Zhuling Mountain, and transformed them into talisman water to fill up the huge lotus pond. Then the celestial essence and clouds were suppressed in the pond by the barrier, and intertwined with the spiritual dew, turning into mist, which was as if it was celestial.

“It is said that there was a thunder pond in the Cloud Heavenly Palace in the past. After a great master passed the tribulation, he would go directly into the thunder pond for baptism. Then he could cross the threshold of semi-immortal and immortal and obtain an immortal body. The Yin spirits of ten thousand tribulations could also be baptized in the thunder pond and directly transformed into Northern Yin Ghost Immortals, ranking among the top immortals.” “I hope that this lotus pond can also help you to transform your earthly bodies, sink all your energy into the bottom of the middle dantian, and forge the foundation of the Purple Mansion Dao!”

Wu Yong stood far away on the white railings of the jade steps and sighed slightly.

With a flick of his sleeve, an entire earth marrow spiritual vein that had been refined by the natural elixir blessed land sank to the bottom of the lotus pond like a green dragon. As soon as the essence of heaven and earth met, they began to boil like a raging fire and oil. The two entangled violently and rolled endlessly. After another cup of tea, the spiritual dew in the lotus pond completely transformed. When the essence of heaven and earth met, their color was dark yellow, which was the acquired dark yellow Taoist energy, inheriting the Taoist principles of heaven and earth.

In this way, some of the lower-level Xuanhuang Qi was picked out!

"Masters, you still need Dong Zhou to pacify the northern border and take the Black Mountain in the south. When you return to Jiuzhou, you will have no shortage of mysterious ideas."

"At this time, he is also waiting for the great fortune to arrive."

Wu Yong made a promise to the many demon kings and wizards behind him.

The cultivators nodded slightly, knowing that the inspiration was precious and they had no complaints about it. They and others who followed the army across borders had no qualifications to gain experience.

Just as the cultivators lowered their eyes in deep thought, Wu Yong waved his hand, and immediately ten spiritual inspirations were thrown out from his sleeves. The mysterious spiritual inspirations split into ten into a hundred, and a hundred into a thousand. In an instant, thousands of spiritual inspirations scattered into the Xuanhuang Lotus Pond.

The essence of heaven and earth combined to create inspiration, what about this spiritual pool?

At this moment, the faces of all the masters suddenly tensed, but they didn't know what Wu Yong meant.

That day, the three demon kings only got one inspiration each? That was already enough for them to enjoy.

Today Wu Yong had actually spent a lot of precious materials, including one spiritual vein, and now he wanted to add another thousand spiritual energy?

At this time, the Seven Gods appeared in the world, and the gods took the position of the Big Dipper, each standing on the cloud above the spirit pool. The Seven Gods descended and suppressed the thousands of spiritual energy that were escaping from the spirit pool like living beings. Under the magical power of the Seven Gods, the green lotus in the pool came to life, and the thousands of spiritual energy immediately turned into koi seedlings, and the phoenix tails were lightly flicked away, and the spiritual ones hid under the green lotus...

"Here, there are 64 Fanfeng Dao practitioners, 200 Huangtian Dao soldiers, and 100 Penglai Ranger Daoists, a total of 364 people, entering the pool for the trial!"

"The rest are either puppet masters or demon camps, surrounding the shore, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and practicing."

"It will last for two hundred and eighty days. What happens during that time will depend on your luck."

As soon as the sound of Taoism was heard, the entire Juntian Taoist Palace was suddenly wiped out from the real world. Not only the Juntian Taoist Palace, but the vast space where the Taoist Palace Manor was located disappeared directly from Huaxu.

The City God, who was far away in the City God Temple, raised his eyebrows. Looking from his underworld, he saw that the area within several miles of the Juntian Taoist Palace suddenly turned into nothingness. The entire area in the underworld was like a funnel, disappearing from the virtual world.

The demon king and the Yin God of the Tōkaidō army, as well as several mages of the Wu family, were all driven out together.

The masters only heard Wu Yong's order, asking them to follow the Eastern Zhou court to pacify the seventy-two bandits in the northern border.

Another message to Queen Huo: Your young emperor has encountered a great opportunity and needs to practice with Dharma Master for a year!
After all, the Wu family has nearly ten magicians, among whom Blood God Son and Yin Erlang are the great magicians of Yin God. Naturally, Wu Yong should not worry about the affairs of the Northern Frontier.

"Master, what you mean is that we should discuss with the court on our own how to eliminate the seventy-two bandits?"

"Of course."

"Hmm... To be honest, it's really boring to be controlled by the master all the time. This time I have to plunder the Northern Territory and earn some money for cultivation. What do you think?"

"Humph, Yin Jilang, are you itching for trouble?"

"..."

The cultivators were talking to each other. Although Yin Erlang and Xue Shenzi had high cultivation, Wu Lie was extremely powerful and was the chief steward of the Fuyao Mountain's direct lineage. The Scorpion Demon had his own inverted horse poison and earth fire body, and had a special relationship with Wu Yong, and was not under anyone's control.

Among Fuyao, Donghai, Changbing, Yushou and the Demon King, who is the leader?
This is a big problem.

Of course, these things are not what Wu Yong worries about. Everything depends on the performance of everyone. Who makes contributions and who drags them down will be known after the war!
"Oops!"

After a long time, Yin Erlang suddenly slapped his thigh.

My men are still in the Five Yin Bag, and they have missed a great opportunity!

……

At this time, Juntian Dao Palace had already half entered the Huandan blessed land.
The entire Lotus Spirit Pond disappeared from the real world and resided in the virtual world and the blessed land.

The cultivators were able to enter the spirit pond while they were confused, and Wu Yong waved his sleeves, and the three direct Taoist cultivators were immediately pushed into the lotus pond. Then, Lord Wanhuan smiled and made hand gestures, and the sixty-four cultivators from the East China Sea, and even Feng Qing who "accidentally" broke into the Juntian Taoist Palace, just transformed themselves, and instantly turned into more than three hundred golden-scaled dragons and fell into the pond.

The five senses and six consciousnesses of all cultivators are sealed, leaving only the most basic fetal light and spiritual wisdom, which transform into golden scales and embark on a journey of transformation.

The pool contains the essence of heaven and earth, thousands of spiritual inspirations, and the rhyme of the seven gods...

This trial not only tests their faith in the Tao, but also their luck.

When the two hundred and eighty days are up, who will come out? It will be a scale or a dragon, each with their own destiny...

Wu Yong's eyes were only on one of the big red scales. That red scale was the largest in the pond, nearly two feet tall, with a prominent head and horns, fins like claws, and extremely powerful. It kept searching day and night, and even though its spiritual awareness was dim, it was desperate to search for everything it saw, whether it was the essence of Xuanhuang, the rhyme of the flame method, or the inspiration, it swallowed them all along the way.

It's just that his luck doesn't seem to be particularly smooth, and he often misses out on opportunities from all sides.

"You Xue!"

"Yes, he has a flame spirit body and is also the leader of the Taoist Academy, but his Qi Sea is lacking..."

Wu Yong's eyes seemed to be able to deduce You Xue's past and future.

He was gifted with extraordinary talent but fell into the mortal world. How could his noble aspirations bear humiliation? In the end, he left a piece of white silk to keep the peace in the world. How arrogant and ruthless!

[I have changed her life, and she has also changed Wu Yong's future. Even though her luck is a little worse, I love her pride and determination.]

Lack of luck is all determined by fate, but luck is something that can be robbed and seized.

Wu Yong stood with his head bowed, flicking his fingertips lightly, one, two strands...

Under Wu Yong's micro-manipulation, the red-scaled dragon he fed became extremely terrifying. Within a hundred days, it had already taken on the appearance of a dragon. On the one hundred and twenty-eighth day, it successfully transformed into a red-scaled dragon, entrenched in the spirit pond. Its aura was terrifying, and all the giant dragons in the vicinity avoided it, and he became the overlord of a region!
On the one hundred and fiftieth day, the dragon species in various places in the pool began to slowly change, and one by one, giant scales with prominent features began to appear.

On the two hundredth day, the second dragon appeared.

"Huh? This guy Wu Feng has the qualifications to make a pill?"

This surprised Wu Yong a little. Wu Feng's original name was Xu Feng. He had always been an ordinary person among the Wu family's stewards. When he was nearly two hundred years old, Wu Yong rewarded him with the ability to condense the inner energy and refine the evil spirit. Only then did he make rapid progress and rose to the middle and senior levels of the Wu family in one step. Now, he seemed to be able to reach the stage of forming a golden core?
[The Jiao Xiang has a gray beard and six whiskers, but he is an old horse waiting in the stable, with the talent of Fei Xiong Tai Gong. ]

In this case, Wu Yong has another inspiration. Since he has the talent, he cannot favor one over the other.

The pool was still changing, with dragon seeds transforming into giant scales from time to time.

On the 260th day, the third dragon appeared at the same time as the 34th dragon...

(End of this chapter)