The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 230 East China Sea, Wu Yong

Wang Jin, the Supreme Lord of the Yunshui Wang Clan, used the Great Five Elements Extinction Sword Talisman to break the soul of the True Lord of the Qingling Taoist Palace with one sword, and then used the Ruyi Nine Strikes himself to destroy his physical body and soul, greatly shocking everyone in the field.

Although this trip was satisfying, it also broke the decline of the Yunshui Wang family, which had been in existence for ten years but had lost six golden elixirs in a row.

But on the Qingling Fairy Mountain in Jiaozhou, there is no room for it.

It was the day when the True Lord Yuanshen fell. A Sword Lord came down from the Qingling Mountain and with one sword he crossed 20,000 miles. He drove the Taoist Wang Jin overseas, wiped out all the cultivators in the world, healed the Taoist Tanfeng, and subdued several Jindan of the Yunshui Wang family with a Jingzhe sword energy.

However, the Sword Master did not make things difficult for them. He said that they only needed to get rid of the main culprit, and with a flick of his sleeves, he threw them to the southern border of Dongzhou.

He took twenty-four grass leaves from the wilds and made them into swords, and all of them were attributed to the twenty-four sword energies of the Solar Terms Order. He pierced one sword a day, and said:
"Master Wang Jin?"

"What a pity... I will not deceive you. I will take the twenty-four sword songs and transform them into twenty-four blades of sword energy. You can go through Penglai, Dongzhou, and Jiaozhou. If you can survive and return to Luozhou Yunshui after these twenty-four blades of sword energy are exhausted, I will just consider it a failure..."

Then he blocked the coast, drove out twenty-four blades of sword energy, and chased Taoist Wang Jin for more than 20,000 miles.

Until the seventeenth day.

Taoist Wang Jin was stabbed by seven swords, his black hair was scattered, his collarbone was injured, his internal organs were difficult to heal, and he walked barefoot with a limp.

He stumbled and fell on the cloud platform to the south of Danyang.

The fourth level of the primordial spirit is also divided into upper and lower levels.

The lowest level, barely able to condense the primordial spirit, with a weakly solid Taoism, such as the barbarian king of the barbarian tribe and the primordial spirit of the outside world;
The next level, they practiced Daoist scriptures and ancient scriptures, their primordial spirits were pure, they could generate Daoist principles, and they could easily master the Daoist magic. Such primordial spirits were rare in other tribes, and they could be called the ancestors of all ghosts in the Ghost Barbarian Tribe, the Emperor of Bones - Yuan Zhong;

The best kind, who have cultivated to perfection, have one Dao traced upon ten thousand Dao traces, and have produced Dao fruit from infinite Dao rhyme, such as Jing Xiao Zhen Jun’s Yu Dao Dao fruit, Wang Qing Xian’s Zhang Yu Dao fruit, and Tai Hua Dao Ren’s Tai Su Dao fruit…

The Sword Master of Qingling Mountain cultivated the "Twenty-Four Solar Terms Order" and used the sword to follow the order and cultivate the Taoist fruits of the four seasons.

When this god takes action, he picks leaves and grasses to make swords, and a round of sword energy is enough to suppress Taoist Wang Jin so that he has no way to go up to heaven or down to earth.

No matter it was the barbarians of the Southern Territory, the Yue people of Jiaozhou, or the cultivators of Qingling Fairy City, they all shook their heads involuntarily when they saw Taoist Wang Jin falling from the clouds.

"This Taoist priest from the Wang family is really good. Even Tan Feng's Nightmare Curse and Immortal Slashing Flying Knife can hardly hurt him!"

"It's a pity that the Yunshui Wang family is too arrogant..."

The Qingling Fairy Mountain in Jiaozhou would not tolerate a branch of the upper clan having a subordinate barbarian tribe under the nose of Jiaozhou. The repeated provocations by that Taoist Tan Feng were to force the Wang family of Yunshui to find a way out. Either the Wang family retreated, or the Yan barbarian tribe would be gone.

It's just a pity that Wang of Yunshui didn't understand, or was dismissive? To this day, he even used a magic talisman to secretly kill a Taoist master.

[But, the Yunshui Wang family is not the Qiongming Wang family! ]

True Lord Wang Qingxian lived in the south of Luozhou and the west of Dongzhou. When he felt something was wrong, before he could move, he was blocked at the door by the Great True Lord Jiandao of Qingling Mountain who cut the swamp with his sword and wreaked havoc.

The sword cultivators in Qingling Mountain are very tricky!
At this time, Taoist Wang Jin also suffered a great sin and was chased away by the twenty-four sword energies...

When Taoist Wang Jin finally coughed up a trail of blood weakly, fell from the clouds, and was about to be caught up by the Hanlu sword energy from behind.

I saw a muddy and dark divine wind rising from the ground in front of me. In an instant, the sky was covered with evil wind and the Hanlu sword energy was blown away immediately. The remaining seven-leaf clover sword energy was also swept away by the muddy and dark divine wind that covered the sky and the sun. After a moment of calm, no one knew where it was thrown to.

Above the blue sky, purple air swayed, and Taoist Wang Jin landed steadily on a purple cloud. He was seen kneeling on one knee on the cloud platform, holding the mutton-fat jade ruyi weakly in his arms, leaning against the purple air.

Behind Taoist Wang Jin who was half-kneeling on the platform, a silver-haired young man with a radiant appearance stood there. He slightly raised his left finger, and there were still two terrifying wisps of wind entwined on the side. When the cultivators looked at it, they felt that there was endless terror contained in it.

"Donghai, Wuyong?"

On the cloud, Jie Ling Jian Jun, with his hands folded across his chest like a cat playing with a mouse, frowned slightly, looked at the purple cloud, and said firmly.

"I heard that you brought two spiritual treasures into the Southern Region in the past, overpowered the Hundred Ghost Barbarian King, and seized a blessed land for Wang Qingxian."

"Why? You are not afraid of getting hurt, but you still dare to do something?"

Jie Ling Jian Jun folded his hands across his chest, raised his right finger suddenly, and his aura suddenly became fierce, as if asking questions.

But the man on the purple cloud looked around until he saw several Yunshui Wang family Jindan magicians on the Dharma Boat far below. He hooked his fingertips, and caused disaster winds from all directions to suck them onto the cloud platform.

Then he bowed to the Sword Master who came down from Qingling Mountain.

"True Lord, I bow to you!"

Wu Yong stood in the air, his aura suffocating people like a natural disaster. Just by standing there, the cultivators watching around him felt that they would be hit by a devastating disaster in the next second.

"For matters in the Southern Region, Yong received orders from Yujing and followed the laws of Dao Court. Everything has been finalized. The map of the territories of the various veins in the Southern Region is hung upright in the Yuxu Palace."

"What happened? Please don't be careless!"

"The southern region's territory has been determined. If anyone wants to overturn the verdict, they will have to first go to the Exorcist's Court to behead the immortals, and then go to the Jade Void Palace to beat the drum for reporting."

"No one can question Daoting. At least, in Yong's opinion, the same is true for Qingling Immortal Mountain."

Wu Yong smiled lightly, but he forcibly suppressed the arrogance of the Sword Lord. He wanted to find fault with the war in the Southern Region, but the decree was issued by the Great True Lord of the Qiongming Wang family from the Yuxu Palace.

Who in the hall wants to sue me?
"Hmph! Sharp teeth and sharp mouth."

The Sword Master of the Festival was not fooled by him. He snorted coldly and said:

"I'm talking about the Yunshui Wang Clan's invasion of a part of the Nanyu Yanman tribe and their ambush and murder of the True Lord of my Qingling Dao Palace. Do you want to intervene in this matter?"

The matter has come to such a point that it is considered a rare death of a True Lord in a state or county since the beginning of the great era.

This was something that even the Qingling Immortal City could not have expected. The Yunshui Wang family was so determined that they pushed the situation to such a point.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yong shook his head and chuckled.

"Your Qingling Mountain Liu clan is supporting Tan Feng from the Southern Territory Nightmare Barbarians, and you want to take advantage of this to make a move, right?"

"At least the Master of the Yunshui Wang Family personally accepted the princess of the Nightmare tribe, Tan Qing'er, as his disciple when the Nightmare tribe was in decline, and stabilized their inheritance. He also invested tens of millions of Daozhu to open spiritual fields and build spiritual villages for the more than 200,000 Nightmare people..."

"Haha, isn't this just robbery at Qingling Mountain?"

"Besides, your great True Lord died at the hands of the Third Transformation, how can you blame others?"

As he spoke, spiritual light shone through Wu Yong's fingertips. With a flick of his finger, he cleared away the sword energy from Taoist Wang Jin.

The Liu family of sword cultivation in Jiaozhou is somewhat different from most of the immortal cultivation families. Although the Liu family is a senior family of sword cultivation, their inheritance is passed on through the master-apprentice system.

Almost every mountain in Qingling Fairy City is filled with sword cultivators, all of whom are disciples of the Liu family.

Among the more than twenty noble clans in Jiuzhou, the Liu family's swordsmanship is the most extreme. They do not cultivate magical powers or Taoist methods, but only practice the Changgeng sword energy.

Seeing Wu Yong's partiality, the Sword Master understood that the East China Sea Daoist official was determined to protect the Taoist disciple of the Yunshui Wang family. The Sword Master immediately pressed his right hand, and a Qingtian Yunshui Sword Ball was immediately pinched between his two fingers. He looked at the young Taoist on the purple cloud and pointed at him.

"Since Fuyao Donghai and the Wang family of Yunshui are closely related, I will have to learn from them the quality of the five Taoist officials of Penglai."

As soon as the words fell, the sword ball instantly turned into a hazy image, with clouds in the blue sky and water in the bottle, carrying a piece of heaven and earth and instantly pressing towards the purple cloud.

It is often said that there are two ways of sword cultivation: one sword can produce ten thousand flowers, and sword energy can produce ten thousand methods. This is the tradition of the Sword Emperor;
In a moment, he traveled across the nine heavens and broke thousands of spells with one sword. This is the so-called sword immortal lineage.

The Seasonal Sword Master in front of him is a sword cultivator who has mastered the art of creating all things with one sword, but the strange image of blue sky, clouds and water created by his sword contains fourteen solar terms orders, which contain twenty-three different kinds of Taoist methods.

A strange image of clouds and water in the blue sky shook the sky above the purple cloud.

Before he got a hundred feet close to Wu Yong, he saw a flash of purple light, and then the strange image of blue sky, clouds and water was torn apart. A bolt of thunder flashed from Wu Yong's fingertips, and in an instant the sword ball was returned to its original shape. It fell back in front of Jie Ling Jian Jun and kept spinning.

"Oh! What a handsome lightning finger technique."

At this time, the sound of thunder slowly dissipated.

Jie Ling Jian Jun looked at the young man in yellow robe on the purple cloud, and a layer of gloom covered his brows.

There's something wrong with this Tōkaidō official!

However, the sword ball in his sleeve was also shaking constantly, and the four seasons' magic power on it was as vast as the sea, and he couldn't wait to fight with that man.

Before he could think too much, the young Taoist on the purple cloud had already made his move. He raised his right hand lightly, and seven divine winds gathered between his five fingers.

Wu Yong glanced at the Lord of Swords in the sea of ​​clouds, and with another fierce flick of his right hand, the seven divine winds instantly transformed into seven wind pillars that reached the sky and the earth, sweeping across a distance of dozens of miles.

He glanced at the sword master again and saw that he had refined the Four Seasons Sword Pill. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the twenty-four solar terms and seventy-two climate changes were contained in it. The sword seemed to give birth to a cycle of four seasons.

"Taoist official, this man's sword carries the Dao, and he is on the path of mastering all methods!"

Taoist Wang Jin got Wu Yong to disperse the seven seasonal sword energies, and was finally able to stand up. He took two steps forward, bowed to Wu Yong, and spoke softly.

One sword creates all things?

Wu Yong raised his eyebrows, then flipped his left palm, and a Great Sun Emperor Wheel that seemed to be engraved with dragon scales and golden feather patterns appeared in his palm.

"Then let's see how much power he has cultivated through the method of transformation and creation."

He pushed his left palm and a huge sun rose from the sea. This golden sun burned the sky and boiled the sea, and there was a three-legged golden crow roaring inside it.

At that time, the sky was full of stars, and he saw two suns hanging high in the sky. For a moment, he could not tell which one was real and which was fake. On the side of the East China Sea, the grass and trees were smoking, the ditches were dry, and the rocks were cracked.

The monk who was hiding outside the battlefield and watching was horrified and quickly retreated, just wanting to distance himself from them.

Then the Golden Crow cried again, and it was like the passing of endless years, shocking all the cultivators. At that moment, everyone seemed to see their own dried-up bodies torn apart by the Golden Crow. The entire sea was disturbed by the dim sunlight, like the dusk of death.

By the time the cultivators a hundred miles away reacted, it was not dusk at all. It was the golden crow swooping down, blocking out the sun and the sky!
The pupils of the Jie Ling Sword Master shrank, and four sword balls shot out at the same time, evolving into ninety-six ten-thousand-foot sword lights, which entangled with the Golden Crow that was carrying the power of the sun descending upon the earth.

The Sword Master saw through the horror of the Great Sun Emperor Wheel at a glance. The carrier of the Three Elements Dao Fire is actually a Great Sun Magic Treasure.

Without even thinking, he turned into a sword light that covered the sky and slashed towards Wu Yong's body.

Sword cultivators are second to none in terms of killing prowess.

The moment the legendary sword of the Seasonal Sword Lord flashed towards Wu Yong, most of the void above the East China Sea was cut open by his sword, leaving only a dark void gap that was slowly healing.

"Oh? You want to fight me?"

Wu Yong became interested. He clenched his right hand and a two-meter-long green spear fell into his palm. It immediately turned into a golden light and collided head-on with the sword light.

At this time, regardless of whether it was the witnesses passing by or deliberately gathering in the dark, or the supporters of Jiaozhou in the Southern Region, all they could see was two streams of light, one blue and one gold, colliding more than three thousand times in a hundred breaths at an elusive speed...

In the void where the two streams of light were chasing each other, shocking void cracks continued to appear until the end.

The sword light dimmed and was shattered by 128 consecutive golden rays.

The Sword Master had an incredible look on his face as Wu Yong, holding the spear, slashed him 128 times in one breath. In the fight, the Taibai sword energy was extinguished and he fell to the ground!

[No, which sect can defeat a sword cultivator in a fight? ]

The Lord of the Sword of Festivals fell to the ground, waving his hands around to shake off the rubble that was pressing on his body, and looked at the young man in the golden robe with shock on his face.

Wu Yong narrowed his eyes and looked down at the ground. His body ignored the crack in the void and directly stretched out his hand and punched to shatter the healed crack in the void, then pulled out the nine-section long spear that was stuck in it.

He raised the long spear in his right hand and stepped into the air towards the Lord of Swords.

With just one strike, this long spear can directly shatter the sword master's body and soul.

Only after the Lord of Jie Ling Sword and the young man in golden robes had fought face to face did he know that the total number of Dao patterns on this Taoist's body was at least over 150,000, nearly ten times as many as him!
His sword energy had already struck the golden-robed Taoist several times, but it could not break his body that could shatter the void...

What kind of monster is this?
Why have we hardly heard of this man's achievements?
The pupils of the Lord of Swords of Seasons trembled as he saw the Taoist approaching step by step. At the same time, he could feel the terrifying golden crow with greed and malice after it knocked down his four sword balls, as well as the scorching heat behind him.

However, when he was preparing to fight to the death and break the two teeth of the Tōkaidō official.

The Taoist in the golden robe looked relaxed and stopped walking.

Wu Yong pulled up his dark yellow Taoist robe and raised his hand to take back the Great Sun Emperor Wheel, turning it into a golden crow the size of a peregrine falcon, which sat obediently on his left shoulder.

After teasing the Golden Crow twice with his right hand, Wu Yong seemed to have lost interest. He turned around and took a step towards the purple cloud.

"Wang Jin, I'll protect you."

"You Qingling Immortal Mountain can't touch him!"

After leaving a plain warning, Wu Yong stepped back onto the purple cloud and returned to the Taoist temple with several mages from the Yunshui Wang family.

After a moment, the Sword Master struggled for two seconds, then gritted his teeth and turned into a sword light and escaped back to Qingling Mountain.

[This is a shitty world. It seems that all these ruthless people are hiding something, right? ]

In his first show after coming down the mountain, Jie Ling Jian Jun was almost pinned to the ground and rubbed hard. He was so frightened that he almost doubted whether this Jiuzhou was the Jiuzhou he knew.

"It's outrageous. What kind of people are these now?"

"Shouldn't the Dao Court have taken this evildoer into Kunlun Wonderland long ago? Wouldn't it be a trap to release him?"

(End of this chapter)