The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 239: Mantis, Yellow Bird, and Cicada
The twelve realms of the Jiuzhou Spirit Realm were now in a blood-thirsty frenzy, fighting to the death for a seat on the list of Dao Seeds.

As for the great changes in Qingzhou, they are not yet qualified to participate, so they just need to enter the Great Expo Immortal Road.

Before the nine gates of Yamafu, the first four gates are the most difficult. All challengers have either achieved upper or middle quality elixir, or obtained the fruit of Tao, or some even have both. In the back, there are even great True Lords who have passed the calamity.

These four Yujing clans were able to reach the fourth rank, and their family education was not bad. However, when it came to defending the pass and fighting against the True Lords, they could only handle two or three rounds. Later on, they could not hold on any longer, and were beaten back in just a test of each other.

If you want to have a piece of the pie, you should have your own value in it, even if you have to fail, you have to fail at the critical moment!
The challengers rarely make things difficult for them. There are nine levels in total, and the guardians of the last few levels are not easy to deal with.

Of course, they still didn't know what was behind the gate. If they knew that there were four semi-immortals and ten thousand monks laying out a net of heaven and earth, they would not have had so many delusions, right?

At this moment, the area in front of Haoli Mountain was illuminated by countless escaping lights, flying boats, and heavenly palaces as bright as day. If one were to judge by the time, Wu Yong had to wait until midnight before he saw the first challenger.

The person who entered was an old man with a somewhat unstable aura. The crown on his head was a little cracked and his robe was wrinkled. It seemed that he had been through several fierce battles.

"Yuhua Realm - Zishan, nice to meet you, fellow Taoist."

The old man's vocal range was slightly different from that of people in Jiuzhou. He bowed to Wu Yong, but the look in his eyes was firm and unwavering, and the energy in his body was condensed into a line. It was obvious at a glance that he was a true cultivator seeking the Tao.

"Fuyao-Wuyong!"

Wu Yong raised his right hand and returned the greeting, but he did not dare to relax at all and remained on guard.

After the two reported to each other, the old man nodded and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his energy was raised and his edge was revealed.

He picked up a set of flying needles with both hands and threw them towards Wu Yong. The flying needles immediately broke through the air. One gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to millions... The needles were three feet and three inches long, and were sharp and humming. Tens of thousands of needles were sharp, like meteors piercing through the void, leaving only deep scratches in the void.

Just by looking at its momentum, one can feel pain all over the pores of the body. It is clearly the best in the flying needle technique.

Taoist Zishan narrowed his eyes slightly, pointed his sword firmly, and drove out 37,800 flying jade needles, moving like thunder and lightning, just for a quick victory.

We have learned from experience in the previous few battles that if we want to make it all the way to the bottom of the level, we must be as powerful as the wind and charge forward with unstoppable force. Otherwise, after nine rounds of fighting, we will probably die of exhaustion before reaching the bottom of the level.

Thinking of this moment, Taoist Zishan mobilized his magical power and the flying needles flew faster. Suddenly, thin cracks as thin as cow hair appeared in the space.

Of course.

next moment.

I saw an invisible force coming towards me, and in the blink of an eye, the thousands of rays of light were swept away by the overwhelming evil wind with a force that could destroy everything in their path.

Taoist Zishan was also forced to retreat hundreds of feet in an instant and fell to the ground, with streaks of bright red blood slowly oozing out of his body.

The silver-haired young man held down the staff in his hand, blocking the gate, with only two fingers of his right hand slightly raised, with a residual wind still lingering on them. His momentum was overwhelming, and he was intimidating without even getting angry!
He nodded slightly towards Taoist Zishan, his golden pupils seemed to penetrate the endless clouds, and he chuckled:
"I think that if the elixir is not a Taoist elixir, it cannot be a top-grade one. If the Tao is not a great Tao, then the Yuanshen Taoist who has not yet reaped the Tao fruit does not need to challenge the level!"

"Don't talk about the opportunities in this underworld, but after all, not everyone can dream of it."

This underworld was also created by Wu Yong's command to the seven gods, with every mountain, sea, valley and land going through a number of seventy-sevens. If Yuxu Qiongming had not insisted on abiding by the rules of the immortal family.

He wouldn't mind using some heads to build a Jingguan, and to offer a blood sacrifice for the birth of this land of Yama...

Naturally, this arrogant remark touched the hearts of all the spirits in the sea of ​​clouds at the edge of the sky. Immediately, some of them who were proud and arrogant forced their way through four levels in one go and entered the fifth level of natural disasters!

"Donghai Wuyong!"

"You are so proud and so bold..."

No one knew which noble family this True Lord came from. He wore a green crown, jade belt, and a Liangyi robe. He held a golden hammer in his hand. He stood in front of the pass and started shouting and cursing. When he got excited, he struck the golden hammer, and half of the world was suppressed.

However, Wu Yong did not tolerate him. He raised the nine-section staff and the Wanshou Thunder God transformed as he wished. A piercing thunder struck him on the head. The thunder god's hammer and pestle hit each other, and the thunder went across the sky and earth, instantly piercing through the power of heaven and earth.

Before he could react, the ground was filled with dazzling golden light, and the leader of the Six Yang was thrown several feet away. The Taoist's body fell with a bang, and his hot blood spilled at the entrance to the underworld.

The underworld of Yama drank his blood as soon as it appeared. Winds and clouds gathered above the dark sky. The whistling sound was like the wild laughter of ghosts, and it was also like this underworld was cheering and rejoicing.

Soon, the imperial seal hanging on the top of the Yama Palace began to glow, eager to place its mark on the forehead of the recently deceased Yin God...

"continue!"

Wu Yong held the staff in reverse and swung it lightly, transforming it into nine sections of a two-meter-long green spear with divine patterns winding on it. He flicked it with two fingers, created a spear flower, and then found a random posture and stood on the Yin soil.

[This is the first soul to die so far! ]

This made all the cultivators realize that now is not the time for them to wait for the Nine Provinces and Twelve Regions to break into the Dao Ranking, but now is the time for them to wait for the opportunity in the underworld to seize the Qiongming Circle.

To block the path of hatred is like killing one’s parents!
This is by no means the last body of this battle.

But, just a cup of tea later, another Taoist priest in brocade robes entered the pass...

There are always many Yuanshen Zhenjuns like this. Wu Yong challenged thirteen Yuanshens in a row and beheaded seven of them. His power was so great that many Yuanshen Taoists around him had to dodge.

But what does this mean?

In the eyes of those high-ranking families and superiors, even if ten or twenty more people died, they would not have the slightest mercy or anger.

Just sighed slightly:
"This boy is extraordinary, but it's a pity that up to now, we still haven't seen what arrangements are behind the Qiongming Pass." But the real pillars of the tribes would not risk their lives like this. He and others have been planning for a long time, and they have always been in the forefront.

Let's give those ambitious people who are as evil as hyenas a chance!
After thirteen consecutive battles, the fifth level before Yintu had become quite dilapidated.

Wu Yong held the Qing Spear in his hand, standing in the center of the battlefield, waiting for someone to come.

"Oh, is it you?"

Wu Yong raised his brows slightly and looked at the young man whose face showed both primitive wildness and a humble and heroic demeanor.

-Tan Feng from Jiaozhou Dao Palace?
"You have the great fortune of the Wuman lineage. I'm afraid you will be the pillar of the Wuman lineages in the southern region in the next era. Why are you participating in such a big event!"

"No matter how great your luck is, if it is included in such a calculation, I am afraid it will be shattered into nothingness..."

Wu Yong was indeed a little surprised when he saw this person. If he remembered correctly, this person was severely punished by Taoist Wang Jin, who took away his Qi Hai Jin Dan and blocked the five Qi in his chest.

Now he is full of Taoist charm and domineering aura, and is one of the best among the True Lords!

However, this person did not understand Wu Yong's deep meaning. Perhaps it was due to his hatred for the Wang family of Yunshui, or more likely due to his current self-confidence.

Hearing this, he sneered:
"Wu Yong?"

"You are a remnant of the Dongzhou clan, your home is only one mountain, your clan is only one county, you worship Xun and kneel to the king, wander around in the cracks of Yujing, and finally create a foundation for the East Sea."

"Now it's teaching others to be more cautious?"

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that another you, a stronger you, will step on you and turn you into dust?"

Qingling Taoist Tan Feng crossed his arms and looked at Wu Yong coldly.

Today, he is no longer the young man from the Southern Region who had no followers, no backing, and no inheritance. When the roc rises with the wind, it is time to soar into the sky.

Taoist Tan Feng flicked his two fingers, and the ghost scissors fell into his palm. The ghost mother behind him was no longer a vision, but tore open a gap in space from the deep void and walked out.

But Taoist Tan Feng knew how terrifying the man in front of him was. He was so frightened by the wind and fire and pressed down with both palms that even the Lord of Swords could not raise his head.

[If I want to defeat him, it will be difficult, at most a fifty-fifty win! ]

But he was not afraid at all. As the saying goes, one should be loyal to his post. He only wanted to suppress Wu Yong for the sake of his lord so that those who came later could find out the truth...

Many flashes of inspiration flashed through his mind, and Taoist Tan Feng raised his hand and shot out a Tianhe Treasure Shuttle, which collided with the lightning that arrived later but first, and dissipated it.

It is said that this shuttle was made by a great master in the Taoist Palace 20,000 years ago. It was refined with billions of star sands from the Milky Way. With one strike, it is more powerful than a flying sword and faster than a precious needle. Even Wu Yong's Thunder God cannot break its edge.

Wu Yong was allowed to blow the wind and thunder, and the Thunder God behind him struck with his hammer and pestle. There were thunders like the light of heaven, which suddenly broke through and struck him; there were purple thunders, which turned into thunder balls and penetrated every hole; there were lightning bolts, which were like leaks, and a flash of cold light, and in an instant, thousands of thunders were generated, covering dozens of miles in front of Tan Feng without distinction...

Lei Gong strikes the pestle with his hammer, and his thunder magic is ever-changing and unrestrained. Wind suddenly rises in the Xun land, pushing away mountains and seas.

The wind and thunder intersected, and each became a treasure shuttle of the sky river that rushed left and right, rubbing against the wind rope and thunder net.

The next moment, Taoist Tan Feng felt a chill in his heart, and a dazzling divine light passed by his side. The remaining waves just passed by and stung Tan Feng's face, causing pain.

"Ghost Mother, help me!"

With a loud shout, the ghost scissors in Taoist Tan Feng's hand flashed with cold light and made a virtual scissors motion towards Wu Yong through the air. The true form of the ghost mother behind him immediately became blurred, pale, and shed two lines of blood and tears.

When it was reflected on Wu Yong, he was only affected by the curse, and was actually left with a large red mark from the collarbone to the throat.

However, that’s all.

"Above the Yuanshen, the true realm is close to the immortal. If you think that the old ghost's evil curse is still untreatable..."

Wu Yong frowned slightly, his golden pupils staring at a certain place in the void. At a certain moment, his left hand suddenly turned into a divine state. He punched into the void and shattered it with one punch. He penetrated into it with one hand, and the avenue of thunder, fire, wind and natural disasters appeared above his head, and he pulled out the true form of the Ghost Mother.

His natural body could not be pierced without the magical power of killing. The scratches from the ghost shears were only mediated by the magical power of creation, and in an instant his body was flawless again.

He strengthens his soul and spirit. He only needs to enter the Yin Earth Void Realm, and his soul light will illuminate a hundred miles, and evil spirits will retreat. The meridians and chakras penetrate the upper, middle, lower, essence, qi sea, and seven divine heavens, forming a cycle of reincarnation. The divine light of the 48,000 great orifices of the Zhoutian is dense, as if to directly prove the ancient gods...

The Nightmare Ghost Mother was lifted up with one hand by the man who locked her throat. The divine wind scattered her soul, and the thunder and fire were refined together. She actually ignored the Taoist Tanfeng's bombardment of Taoism. The soul light in her divine body radiated, and she was suppressed so hard that the Ghost Mother frowned and wailed, sobbing and whispering.

"You really don't have the qualifications to enter!"

"Rather than letting you go and letting others benefit from your good fortune, I would like to see what kind of opportunity you have to be able to take the golden elixir, ascend to the primordial spirit, and reap the Dao fruit..."

"Is there a remnant soul of an ancient immortal in the ring? Is there an ancient immortal treasure in the dantian? Or is there a greater opportunity in the heavenly spirit?"

With a light chuckle, Wu Yong casually threw the female ghost whose vitality was injured by the natural disaster of thunder and fire to the ground. He drew out the Xuanhuang mother energy to make a cage of heaven and earth, and the Big Sun Golden Crow flew out from his sleeve. The two combined, and a dim yellow color covered the green mountains for hundreds of miles. The Golden Crow cried and devoured the glory of the years.

And every time Wu Yong took a step, the indifferent light in his golden pupils fell on Tan Feng's dantian, soul sea, and sleeves, making him feel cold all over...

(End of this chapter)