From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 267: Jijian's New Power

My fingers have turned white and wrinkled from being soaked in the rain, and the heat in my body has been slowly being taken away by the heavy rain.

Wang Shuhuan staggered to the cliff of Daifeng Mountain and stood on the inclined stone wall. He looked at the mountain scenery that could not be seen clearly in the howling wind and rain, tears streaming down his face.

The heavy rain howled, soaking his eyes.

"Brother, let's go back, there's nothing here!"

Behind him, Wang Xianghong fell to his knees in the mud, crying and begging.

Wang Shuhuan seemed to have lost all his energy in an instant. He looked up and smiled to himself,

"Why, I once had it, but in the end I lost it..."

"Why? I just wanted to help others, but I ended up like this..."

"Did I do something wrong? Did I really do something wrong?"

"I don't understand, I really don't understand!!"

The raindrops hit his face painfully like dog teeth. With his blurred eyes, Wang Shuhuan vaguely saw the girl with a smile as beautiful as a flower, the ferocious ghost king, the monstrous father and son of the Tian family, and...himself...

The five signs of decline befell the celestial beings, and no one knew how he survived that year.

From the time of flying across the sea of ​​stars to falling into the mortal world, in the past year, he thought he could be free and easy, thought he could be indifferent, thought he had let it go,

He even forced himself not to pay attention to Baiyun Mountain, Qingcheng Mountain, those clues, or the Ke family in Beijing. He just grew old, got sick, and died in modern society like an ordinary high school student.

But this time, when he suddenly realized that someone from that world appeared, the string in Wang Shuhuan's heart broke.

During those times when he was issued critical illness notices and had several periods of blurred consciousness, in addition to the desire to live, Wang Shuhuan suddenly realized that he was actually more... unwilling to give up.

All over southern Fujian, all over Quanzhou, and on Mount Daifeng in this corner of southern Fujian, heavy rain was pouring down. It seemed as if there was a hole in the sky, and rain was pouring down.

Along with thunder and lightning, clouds and fog also came. Wang Xianghong, who was kneeling in the mud, looked up and found that the figure of his cousin Wang Shuhuan, like the scenery on the mountain, was shrouded in a thick veil and became increasingly unclear.

Wang Xianghong's voice trembled: "Brother, let's go back..."

Finally, the figure in the rain seemed to have finally heard his voice, and Wang Xianghong was surprised to see his cousin's figure move.

"Okay, go back."

In the rain, Wang Shuhuan's face was pale and bloodless.

The corners of his mouth barely raised into an arc, but he looked like a puppet without a soul.

"Go back, let's go back now!"

In the heavy rain, Wang Xianghong was overjoyed and responded quickly, reaching out to pull Wang Shuhuan's clothes.

Wang Shuhuan smiled miserably, raised his hand and walked towards Wang Xianghong.
"call out"

I stepped on a slippery stone.

His right leg slid in an arc and he lost his balance instantly. Wang Shuhuan leaned backward and rolled down the stone wall.

"cousin!!"

Wang Xianghong was horrified and reached out to grab Wang Shuhuan.

He was already fat and didn't do much exercise, so he lost his balance and fell heavily against the stone wall. Fortunately, the chassis was heavy enough and he didn't roll down with the stone wall.

When Wang Xianghong staggered to his feet, he found that his cousin had rolled down the slope and was holding on to a small tree protruding from the slope, struggling to keep himself up.

Behind Wang Shuhuan was a cliff about five or six meters high, and below the cliff were countless strange rocks.

"Cousin, don't move, I'm here to save you!"

Wang Xianghong slowly and with difficulty moved to the bottom of the stone wall, trying to grab Wang Shuhuan's hand, but he just couldn't reach it. He was so anxious that tears came out.

"Cousin, what should I do? What should I do?"

Looking up at Wang Xianghong who was at a loss, Wang Shuhuan spoke calmly.

"Go find a rope. The rock wall is too slippery when it rains. Otherwise, if you lean too far out, you'll fall with me."

"Rope, yes rope!"

Wang Xianghong was overjoyed: "Cousin, please wait for me. I know where the rope is in this temple. Please wait for me!"

After saying that, Wang Xianghong quickly stood up and jogged towards the temple in the heavy rain.

At this moment, on the cliff, Wang Shuhuan felt weak and powerless.
The skin that was worn by the gravel began to slowly seep out blood, and along with the blood, all the strength in the body also flowed out.

Having just recovered from a serious illness, Wang Shuhuan's physical strength was not as good as before, and just hanging on to his body had already exhausted all his strength.

As time passed, Wang Shuhuan felt that his body was almost reaching its limit.

A blue light flashed in his eyes several times, and then returned to dimness again.

The real water obtained from Dongting Lake has been mostly consumed by the five decays of heavenly beings and has almost lost its spirituality.

"Are you going to die?"

Wang Shuhuan smiled bitterly, feeling that his body was about to reach its limit.

The previous picture was like a glimpse of good fortune, and the future prospects are stagnant.

"After all, I am not the protagonist of this world."

With a bitter smile, his body slowly lost strength, and the ten fingers that were tightly gripping the tree trunk also loosened one by one.

Wang Shuhuan suddenly remembered the night when he saved the girl and got the sword pill. That was the beginning of a good time for him, and also the foreshadowing of his current situation.

"After all, I'm still unwilling..."

Closing his eyes, Wang Shuhuan's ten fingers loosened their strength!

"cousin!"

That was the voice of Wang Xianghong, who was running over with a rope in his hand.
There was no pain of being torn to pieces, no emptiness of life and death, Wang Shuhuan felt a breath of air,
A breath that he had been with for a long time.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself on the cliff. Wang Xianghong, who was three meters in front of him, widened his eyes exaggeratedly, opened his mouth, and stared blankly behind him.

Realizing something, Wang Shuhuan turned around abruptly.
That was a female Taoist priest.
A female Taoist whom Wang Shuhuan had never seen before.

She carried a sword on her back and wore a green Taoist robe. She looked cool and ethereal, as if she had merged into the scenery of the mountains and rain.
"You are the previous sword master, right?"

The female Taoist on the opposite side spoke first.
Wang Shuhuan was stunned, nodded, and then looked behind the female Taoist priest in disbelief.
Wang Shuhuan recognized that familiar scent immediately.
"You are the current sword master, right?"

The female Taoist nodded, and then looked at Wang Shuhuan calmly.
"It was this sword that informed me of your existence, so I came to find you."

"I heard your story from a fellow Taoist. He praised you very much, but this time we met..."

The female Taoist paused, frowned, and said nothing more.

"Fellow Taoist, is it...is it Master Li?" The Taoist woman nodded slightly.

"We are here this time because of Fellow Daoist Li's matter."

Wang Shuhuan reacted immediately: "This typhoon, is it this typhoon? I knew that the blue light in the eye of the typhoon must be related to Master Li!"

The female Taoist nodded and said concisely:

"He was fighting, fighting a very powerful guy, and no one could get in the way, and I wanted to help him."

"With this sword?"

"Yes, use this sword."

At this time, Wang Xianghong watched his cousin and the sword-carrying girl who suddenly appeared and exchanged questions and answers, and slowly came back to his senses.
This female Taoist priest is very young, and judging from her eyebrows and skin, she may not be more than 28 years old. If it weren’t for this scene, Wang Xianghong would have thought that it was the COS girl who was playing a plot.

The words "Sword Master", "Master", and "Typhoon" fell clearly into Wang Xianghong's ears, and his body trembled a little.

It was a little hard to believe, but he vaguely guessed what the world his cousin was talking about was...

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt interrupted Wang Xianghong's thoughts. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the thunder.

From the location of Mount Daifeng, you can overlook the sea level.
From Wang Xianghong's position, he could just see that at the junction of the sea and the sky, there was an extremely large cloud that almost occupied half of the sky above the sea level. It slowly revealed its full appearance and moved slowly.

There were flashes of lightning in the clouds. Wang Xianghong didn't know if it was an illusion, but he also heard a strange roar of an animal amid the thunder.

Moreover, Wang Xianghong noticed that the female Taoist's eyes were also fixed on the clouds where the sea and sky met.
“They are coming.”

Wang Xianghong heard his cousin trembling and saying, "Master Li, is he in that cloud?"

The female Taoist nodded.
"I'm leaving."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xianghong turned around and saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Right in front of the two of them, that female Taoist priest, that female Taoist priest with an ethereal and extraordinary temperament, actually slowly floated up from the ground...? !
Like the sword master in the TV series, like the scene I have dreamed of countless times, like the fantasy that every middle school boy has had.

She held a sword of ancient shape in her hand, and an inexplicable aura instantly rose from the female Taoist. It was visible to the naked eye that under the heavy rain, the raindrops miraculously avoided that space.

The female Taoist lowered her eyebrows, looked at Wang Shuhuan, and said coldly:
"You have a crazy heart and a deep obsession. I know what you want."

"Maybe this year, maybe next year, the national Taoist academies will officially enroll students soon. That's all I have to say. The rest depends on your fate."

After saying that, the female Taoist rushed in one direction.

Wang Shuhuan's face suddenly showed a hint of red. He stared with wide eyes as he watched the Taoist priestess disappear into the clouds, letting the heavy rain wash over him, tears streaming down his face.

Beside him, Wang Xianghong was shaking his body desperately, asking excited questions one after another, which was too much to handle.

"That's an immortal, an immortal, right?"

"Fuck, brother, did you go to practice Taoism that year? I fucking tell you, there was definitely something weird going on with you that year!"

"Brother, you can't leave me behind when you cultivate. I have taken care of you wholeheartedly for the past year! Did you have a magic sword and know how to control the sword? Teach me, I am your cousin!"

Wang Xianghong, a high school student who was struggling to go to school and study hard and with monthly exams and test papers just a few days ago, has now gone completely crazy.

Sword-wielding and mid-air flying had a huge impact on Wang Xianghong, who was at the age of middle school dreams!
The most important thing is that my cousin seems to have a close connection with that world.
Amid Wang Xianghong's endless yearning, Wang Shuhuan raised his head and murmured:
"I am just like you now, a mere mortal. In fact, I am even worse than you."

He turned his head suddenly, his eyes gleaming: "What we need to do now is to improve our grades, do you understand!"

"When recruiting students for Daoist academies across the country, they will definitely first recruit students who have passed the college entrance examination! We just need to wait, or even repeat the year, and we will be able to wait for that opportunity."

"Then... where are we going to take the exam?"

In the misty mountains, Wang Shuhuan paused, raised his eyes and looked at the thunderclouds at the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance, his eyes were more determined than ever before.
"Shuchuan, Baiyun Mountain!"
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The thundercloud finally entered China's waters.

The first one to sense it was Yubao, who was holding the Ji sword. Under the remote control and official arrangement of the people in Nantian Temple, Yubao, under the cover of a modified military helicopter, slowly approached the cloud.

Chi Yanhong, Zheng Zhaoyuan, Qi Qiansu, Ke He and others were waiting at the Nantian Temple, watching the battle from afar.

With their strength, they would not be able to protect themselves if they rashly joined the battle. Instead, it would distract Li Yang's attention and give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.

Watching the helicopter slowly approaching the clouds through the telescope, several people's hearts suddenly jumped into their throats.

While Chi Yanhong was worried, he stroked the lotus leaves of the ancient lotus, and a sense of loss rose in his heart.

I still cannot join your fight, and I don't even have the qualifications to fight alongside you...

On the sea, the waves are surging.

Yubao didn't dare to let out his breath, so he could only use a helicopter to approach the battlefield.

She was like a small weight, trying to pry open two heavy scales.

The restless and violent spiritual energy around him became more and more chaotic. Yubao was getting closer and closer to the cloud. He could even smell the ionization and bloody rust in the air.
Holding the Ji sword in his hand, he kept a low profile and prepared to take action.
Five thousand meters, three thousand meters, two thousand meters...

Yubao's breathing became a little rapid.

The helicopter could no longer get any closer in the last 1,000 meters.
"That's enough. Leave the rest to me."

Yubao stopped the pilot's attempts and spoke calmly, her Taoist robe rustling in the strong wind.

If you keep getting closer, this modified helicopter will also be in trouble.
Moreover, this distance is enough for himself and Ji Jian.

boom!
Like a ray of light that suddenly appeared in the darkness, it arrived in an instant and tore half of the sky apart.

At this moment, countless national satellites also captured this strange sword light.

This was the first time that Yubao used the Ji Sword, and it was also the first time that the Ji Sword appeared in the international eye.

After fighting in the clouds for half a month, even Li Yang was almost exhausted. He was fighting all the time, using his ultimate moves and magic skills all the time, which was a huge consumption.

The body is constantly giving and consuming. Who can bear this?

The same was true for Shimokki Ling on the opposite side. The killing at this moment had completely awakened the ferocity of the ancient evil god in his soul. The originally gentle Shimokki Ling was now like a ghost, with disheveled hair, trying desperately to sense the opportunity to advance to a higher realm before Li Yang.

The two of them were in such a state that they had no time to care about what was happening outside.
Until, a magnificent and bright sword light pierced in,

The sword was not very powerful. If it was Shimoki Ryo from before, he could even use his body to resist it.

But now both of them are almost exhausted. When they noticed the sword light, it had already completely covered Shimaki Ling.

In another direction, Li Yang would not miss this opportunity. Mu Ting's Dharma body roared, his palms and fingers glowed, and he slashed towards Dao Mu Ling with the sword light while holding the Moon Essence Wheel.
"Ahhhh!!!"

Shimoki Ling roared to the sky, his soul spread out, and the remaining seven heads covered the sky. He roared and desperately activated the Eight-Headed Dharmakaya.

At this moment when satellites all over the world were paying close attention, a national satellite soon captured a picture.
puff.

A huge charred head, all lifeless, fell from the clouds and landed in the sea, splashing waves.
In this battle that lasted for half a month, the balance of victory and defeat seemed, at this moment... to finally begin to tilt.

(End of this chapter)