The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 368: The Old Man
The Third Rank Great World - the conquest of the foreign spiritual realm is still going on. The gods of the four realms are surrounded by several great saints and celestial beings, and the abnormal creatures from all sides are also destroyed one by one by the various paths.

The 30th underground level of the sulfur spirit realm.

This is the upper world of the Purgatory Spirit Realm, and it is the habitat of many Purgatory Warlocks.

Today, many evil demons from outer space invaded the Sulfur Spirit Realm, and the God of Purgatory fought in the sky to defend His last garden.

[Rumble...]

At that moment, a series of explosions suddenly came from the dim sky that emitted a pungent smell of sulfur. The entire sky seemed to be cracked by a whip. The thousands of miles long crack in the yellow sky was clear and dark, with nothing else.

The Hell Yaksha King, whose devastation was beyond the description of ordinary sorcerers, was also suffering at the same time. He had just escaped the encirclement of many semi-immortals and the phantom of the star official, but was knocked to the ground by a brick burning with blazing divine fire.

And following closely behind the fire brick, the Sun and Moon Essence Wheel broke through the air and chopped down, one transformed into a thousand-foot-long Golden Crow of the Sun, and the other transformed into a Dark Crow of the Big Moon, bringing with them the changes of the brightness and fullness of the sun and the moon, refining most of the void and attacking fiercely.

"You bunch of damned demons..."

The Yaksha King felt dizzy and he slapped the divine fire brick that had split his head away, cursing angrily.

Above the sky, there were four immortals, holding swords, umbrellas, riding red dragons, and playing pipa, stirring up earth, fire, wind and water, sweeping over.

The two semi-immortals at the top, in golden and dark yellow clothes, with light armor lining their sleeves, used a magic whip to pick up the Bagua divine fire brick, and looked down coldly. The other female monarch was wearing red tassels and colorful clothes, with a tall figure, majestically lowering her eyes, with the sun and the moon returning to her body, extremely dazzling.

If he had met these most hateful people in ordinary times, how could the Purgatory Yaksha King be afraid? What he hated was that they came together, making it difficult for him to fight four hands with two fists, but he was overwhelmed by such a demigod, which was a shame for him.

How could the god of purgatory bear such a loss? He jumped up, the scorching flames of purgatory rolled in the sulfur, and the majestic body of Yaksha was fully revealed. He was determined to completely defeat the intruder.

"Humph!"

Two semi-immortals came down with their magic treasures to kill the Yaksha, and they fought with the god of purgatory in the sky. Wu Lingxiu raised the Hunyuan Lock and strangled the Yaksha's feet, and also drew out the giant sword that supported the sky to join the battlefield.

The various realms in the world are advancing in an orderly manner. There is also a straw spirit with half body made of straw and half body made of god walking on the land of various realms. He explores every abnormal place, explores this twisted heaven, and intercepts the strange laws to observe...

But at this moment, Wu Yong has already entered the west of the sea of ​​boundaries, the seventy-two worlds.

He looked around the worlds and found that many people still practiced the ancient scripture. After practicing, at a certain time, the souls of the various paths would involuntarily leave their bodies and transform into a golden scale to travel the four seas in that virtual and real place. The big fish ate the small fish, and the small fish ate the shrimp, looking for the mayflies of the four seas...

"The primordial spirit has disappeared, the Dao fruit no longer exists, the spirit has no trace, and the three souls have all dispersed. Is there really no room for anything?"

Wu Yong walked to a cave, where only two Jindan and many disciples who had established their purple foundation were kneeling on the ground. This was a Yuanshen sect. The ancestor of the sect died suddenly due to evil magic, which led to a big change.

Among the seventy-two worlds, the primordial spirit is the most top existence. Only a few of the most prosperous worlds have great masters of tribulation residing there. Among all the worlds, only the Xihua world has produced a semi-immortal, appointed two spiritual officials, and built a Taoist palace...

"Please ask the Immortal to seek justice for my master/ancestor. I will be grateful to the people in Qingshao Mountain who have built a temple for the immortal!"

The disciples of Yuanshen Zhenjun kowtowed to Wu Yong and begged.

The inheritance of various Taoist traditions is orderly, and is not inferior to that of aristocratic families. A teacher is like a father or grandfather. How can such a great hatred not be avenged?

"Do you really want justice?" the immortal in white clothes asked softly.

"I want you to practice the evil art of devouring people and use you as bait. Are you willing?"

In that case, the person behind the scenes is using a floating sky to wander between the real world, using the method of fairy fish to lure the souls of various paths, and simply directly enter that floating and empty sky and get there in one step.

But, we need someone to lead the way!
How could this Taoist in green refuse? Now that he had said this, how could he reject the immortal's intention? Even if he didn't want to, he had to accept it.

"Xiao Dao is willing to do so!"

Then Wu Yong manifested himself as the Great Spiritual Officer of the Plague of Dutian, with a wisp of plague seed hidden in his Yin Spirit, and also sprinkled a wisp of calamity energy, surrounding him.

After making a backup plan for this Taoist, he let him practice the ancient scripture of Nine Transformations of Immortal Scales. This is a method of transformation that imitates the fish leaping over the dragon gate. It seems to be a method of true spirit or eight treasures merit, but in fact it is an ancient scripture specifically for cultivating the realm of primordial spirit.

Stopping in this cave, Wu Yong called the Taoist in green clothes to watch over his practice. The entry point of "Nine Transformations of Immortal Scale" is to concentrate on the external scene, thinking that one is a fairy scale, and the external scene constitutes a Tongtian River. Practice until the fairy scale rushes out of the Tongtian River. Only then will you arrive at the real void and the outside world. Explore and search in it every day. The primordial spirit is magnificent, and the spirit is strong...

It was not until the forty-sixth day that this Taoist managed to concentrate on the external scene - Tongtian River. On the one hundred and thirty-third day, he transformed into a golden scale to communicate with the dark sky. A young scale finally stepped into the "Four Seas".

"Lord Xuan, I have accomplished... I have accomplished it!" The man in green was ashamed to say so. It was hard for him to describe his own talent and to make the immortal wait for so long. It was really hard for him to bring up the conversation.

Fortunately, the supreme immortal had enough patience. He sat cross-legged at the top, closed his eyes, and said lightly:
"It's alright, go explore the Four Seas and the Void, I'll be watching you from behind."

With the help of the backup plan engraved in the Taoist's Yin Spirit, the Taoist's Yin Spirit is visibly growing. If before practicing this technique, his Yin Spirit was just the strength of an ordinary pill, then at this moment, his Yin Spirit is so solid and strong that it is comparable to a Nascent Soul master. In just over a hundred days, the strength of his Yin Spirit has increased by more than four times, which is also shocking in the great way of refining the soul.

Watching the golden scale slowly drifting into the dark sea, I saw that this place was vast and boundless, and the essence of the Great Dao and the clouds were transformed into wisps of mayflies. The scattered fairy scales endlessly captured these mayflies, and this Dao was materialized as food. How could it not fill the Yuan Ling's stomach? How could it not make the Dao taste the marrow and be unable to extricate themselves?
When these immortal fish enter this world, their five senses, six consciousnesses, three souls and spirits are all covered with dust, leaving only the most instinctive and basic consciousness. How can they expect to get so much? It's like having a dream, and waking up to gain Taoism. Who can resist such temptation?

Wu Yong attached a divine spirit to the fairy scale, using the plague aura as a cover, and followed it as it roamed the seas, catching mayflies and swallowing spirits. He hardly needed to meditate or practice, and divine patterns and divine will emerged naturally...

But there is no such thing as a free lunch!

These fragments of Dao rules and clouds of heavenly essence all seemed to have been released for human sacrifice, which made Wu Yong feel very confused.

I don’t know how long it has been wandering in the sky, but this fairy scale doesn’t feel tired at all, and it’s almost dawn!
Many of the scattered fairy fish seemed to be rejected by the entire world. Ripples were seen in the dark sky, and they were directly driven out.

Just when the fairy scale carrying the plague was about to be squeezed out, the fairy scale's original body - the Taoist in green clothes felt confused and had an intuition that a terrifying will had descended and was staring at him.

[￥@#, you filthy thing that got into trouble, have you infected this old man's Xu Ming Tian with the plague? ]

【How come you didn't get killed by the plague? 】

An old face immediately appeared in the dark sky, occupying the boundless dark sky and looking down. He glared at the damned ghost who was infected with the plague, and checked the plague energy that infected half of the sky. He almost choked up.

"Fuck it, now any dead ghost can practice the Taoist's method?"

"I don't know how long it will take to eradicate the plague. My other precious species have eaten so much of my food, so they should not be infected with the damn plague!"

"You damned thing, die for me!"

In the dark sky, the old face that looked like God finally appeared completely. In just an instant, he drove all the "fairy scales" here, big and small, back into his body, but only left the damn poisonous scale in the middle.

Suddenly, boundless light descended from the sky and enveloped the plague-stricken fish fry. The vast and boundless clouds of heavenly essence gathered away, and the whole world seemed to come alive, picking out the plague air and forcing it into green and misty clouds for dozens of miles.

This made Wu Yong raise his eyebrows, and he was surprised for the first time.

Is there anyone who can separate the plague energy so easily? Even if he were to encounter various plagues, there would be no other way except to use the corresponding plague pills to control it!

【Woof... slurp! 】

[Crack…Crack!]

Since the real culprit really couldn't stand it anymore, the Great Spirit Officer of Plague no longer hid. The "corpse" of the Plague God was faceless and eyeless, and when his creepy eyes looked over here, many human-shaped black shadows and the shadow of the plague demon with seven orifices like black holes flashed from the void outside the sky and directly entangled the old man behind the scenes. Then the disease water spread, and the "Rong" of the Plague God turned into a majestic plague dog that slowly emerged from the disease water, and the "禸" of the Plague God, with his energy gathering and bones growing, crawled out of the plague air.

"Humph! So it's another Taoist friend who's causing trouble? I was talking about this plague, how could it be such a coincidence."

The old man with a gray beard suddenly realized and sneered. It seems that there are still some capable people in this world? Finally, he is no longer like the fool sixty years ago, dizzy and clueless, unable to find a single hair...

"It is rare to find people who practice the Great Way of Plague, but if that is all, do you know what the consequences will be if you block others' path?"

"Hehehe, it's inevitable, but you have to sacrifice yourself!"

On the sea of ​​Xuming, an old Taoist in a straw raincoat stood up, put a cloak lightly on his head, and took out a dark green fishing rod. While chatting and laughing, the aura of a true immortal was fully revealed. If he could only fight on the shore, his power seemed infinite. However, the Great Plague Officer under the sea of ​​Xuming seemed to have turned into a lonely beast in a cage, becoming increasingly suppressed.

Containing the heaven and earth in a mustard seed, the great way of emptiness, the universe in your palm?

"Oh?"

"You don't seem to be from this area?"

Light footsteps fell, and a "thump" sound was heard like a bamboo stick being lightly hit on the ground. The sudden words from behind made the old immortal's hair stand on end?

Who could break through his Qiankun Dao silently?

Is it... an immortal?
(End of this chapter)