You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 258: Your tricks are useless to me
Qingzhou City was not far from Huishan, and it only took Zuo Chen half an hour to reach the village he had been to.

When he fell from the sky, he found the village was bustling.

Some were holding knives, some were swords, and some were using strange weapons. They were all wanderers from the martial arts world, and they almost filled up this small village that originally had few people.

Taking a quick glance, it is very lively and a bit like a temple fair, with endless shouting sounds.

The wanderers should have lived in this village for a while. When you enter the village, you can see that there are several new tea stalls, all of which are full. You can get coarse tea and farm meals. If you look at the wealthy wanderers, you can pay a little more money and have old hen stew.

There are quite a few elegant visitors who travel the mountains, eat delicious food and enjoy the delicious flavors.

After Zuo Chen entered the village, he did not stay for long, but went directly to the long road near the village entrance, intending to observe the formation from here first.

After arriving here, I found that it was already full of martial artists, each of them had found a place to guard, and looking at the gray mountain in front of them, they seemed to be eyeing it covetously.

Zuo Chen also saw an acquaintance.

He was a middle-aged man with an unprepossessing appearance. He was the village chief and one of the first people Zuo Chen met when he went down the mountain.

He was seen gathering in front of a few Jianghu people, talking fluently and non-stop:

"You all don't know that there is an old immortal on this gray mountain. His face is always green and he is immortal. He is the most powerful person in the world!

"Some time ago, he went down the mountain for a trip and simply gave my old father an egg. As a result, my old father's illness was cured, his blood and energy became alive, and now he works better than young people! Last month, he even gave me a little girl. It's really amazing!"

He has a good eloquence, a bit like a city storyteller, attracting people's attention.

Someone asked: "Which old immortal left this glowing formation?"

"It should be, and I guess there must be a treasure in this formation! Maybe it doesn't look outstanding, maybe just a piece of cloth, maybe just a piece of stone, or even just an egg, but its effect is definitely better than those so-called treasures in Daliang today!"

He paused again and said:

"But this formation is easy to enter but hard to exit. Many people have entered it, but none of them have come out. If you don't have confidence in your ability, don't force your way in. If you die, our village can only find a way to bury you, but don't even think about a lavish burial."

After hearing this, a gangster immediately cursed: "Your words are not pleasant!"

"To be honest, if someone dies, it will be troublesome for our village."

Although the martial artists were angry, they really didn't know how to refute the other party.

There were a lot of people disappearing in the martial arts world during this period. Every day, one could hear that two famous masters disappeared in the big formation. As time went by, naturally, no one dared to enter the big formation to cause trouble again.

Suddenly, a Jianghu traveler rolled his eyes and asked with a smile:
"Hey, village chief, you're leading us to the mountain, aren't you afraid that the immortal will come back and teach you a lesson?"

The village chief waved his hands repeatedly: "Well, once a god goes out, it's hard to say when he will come back. Maybe by the time he comes back, I will have already died of old age..."

"Cough cough."

The village chief heard someone coughing behind him and subconsciously turned around.

He saw a Taoist priest standing behind him, with a half-smile on his face.

The village chief had a smile on his face just now, but when he saw Zuo Chen's face, the smile quickly disappeared from his face and moved to Zuo Chen's face.

His appearance obviously attracted the attention of these martial artists. They first looked at the village chief, and then looked at the Taoist priest behind the village chief, with expressions of understanding on their faces.

Then they started discussing:

"Is this the old immortal?"

"He looks so young. When you say old immortal, I thought he was like our master."

"Didn't our master say that if he practices further, he might be able to regain his youth?"

"That old fellow is just bragging. How can he be rejuvenated?"

Completely ignoring what the gangsters behind him said, the village chief wanted to escape but didn't dare to, wanted to leave but didn't dare to leave, trembling with fear and finally forced out a smile that was uglier than crying:
"Taoist Priest..."

He didn't expect that the god he mentioned would actually come back!
After a year without any news, and just in time for so many wealthy families to come to the village, he got itchy and came out to do this kind of introduction work.

To be honest, the village chief was actually very grateful to Zuo Chen. After all, Zuo Chen used an egg to save his father's life. But gratitude is gratitude, and making money is making money, and the two are not contradictory.

Who would complain about having little money?
Moreover, just by bragging about the gods, the village chief has indeed attracted many talented scholars to come to the village to collect folk songs, and he can be said to have made a lot of money. To him, Zuo Chen is simply a blessing in the world and a purple star in the sky. He is a great match for his village and his family!
As a result, he was caught red-handed by the other party today.

Zuo Chen looked the village chief up and down but didn't say anything.

There is really nothing in my place, so there is no possibility of theft.

However, if someone heard the rumors and found the graves of the capital on the mountain and directly dug up the graves, that would be really not a good thing.

It is the way:
"When people come to your village next time, tell them not to go back along the mountain road. There is a life-and-death formation set up on the Shenxian Mountain Road. If you don't have the skills to go up the mountain, you will definitely die."

After saying this, he walked straight towards the gray mountain in front of him. His body was like flowing clouds and mist, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The way he looked at him stunned the martial artists who were chatting and laughing nearby. They all jumped around and looked around, as if trying to find Zuo Chen's shadow.

But how can they see it?
The village chief was so frightened that his legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

He was breathing heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and he could no longer get Zuo Chen's words out of his mind.

I'm afraid I'll get seriously ill if I go back.

…Walking along the familiar road towards Gray Mountain, the sky became much darker.

A cold wind blew, thunder roared, and drizzle fell with the clouds.

The spring rains have begun to fall again.

The raindrops did not fall on Zuo Chen, but passed by a layer of invisible Qi around him, twisted into water on the earth, fell to the ground and seeped into the soil.

Zuo Chen came to the white light.

He stared at the formation in front of him and sensed mysterious fluctuations from it.

He slowly raised his head.

There was fog all around, the sky was gloomy, and the formation blocked the view, so it was not clear inside the formation from the outside.

He raised his foot and stepped into the light curtain.

In an instant, he felt that everything around him was pulled far away, and thick fog enveloped everything, as if trying to make him lose his sense of direction.

Zuo Chen could clearly feel that the formation in front of him was blocking him and did not want him to leave.

At the same time, the speed of the spiritual energy circulation in the body also dropped rapidly.

An indescribable wonderful feeling spread from Zuo Chen's heart. In an instant, a feeling of fatigue that he had not experienced for a long time surged up from the bottom of his heart, making Zuo Chen couldn't help but yawn.

"Wonderful, wonderful."

He recited it twice and immediately looked inward.

Zuo Chen immediately discovered that his Nascent Soul, which had not yet fully formed, was slowly closing its eyes, stretching, and rolling around, as if it had been lying in the cradle for too long and was sleepy, tired, and exhausted.

After a while, snoring sounds came from Zuo Chen's dantian, accompanied by big snot bubbles.

Zuo Chen: “…”

The sleeping state of this girl looks quite like Cai Yi.

He really didn't expect that this formation could actually make his Nascent Soul fall asleep.

In this way, many of his magical skills would be restricted, and the means he could use would be much weaker.

However, Zuo Chen also clearly saw the golden liquid floating next to the Nascent Soul.

Now this ball of liquid is completely unaffected by anything, and it still circles around the Nascent Soul like the moon orbiting the earth, spinning in circles and generating all kinds of wind and fire, and the water and soil return to their original chaos.

This formation can seal off the spiritual energy, but it has no effect on this ball of liquid?

After thinking it over, Zuo Chen mobilized the liquid and carefully tapped it towards his Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul seemed to be stimulated. It suddenly opened its eyes, looked around, and then let out a loud cry.

The true Qi that had been stagnant in Zuo Chen's body suddenly became active with the awakening of his Nascent Soul. In the blink of an eye, it was poured back into his body and then into his meridians.

After careful feeling, I found that my state was no different from before and was not affected in any way.

Well, in excellent condition!
Zuo Chen took out the seal from his arms, weighed it in his hand, and walked forward.

……

Under the giant black tree, the boss was holding a wine gourd and pouring wine into his mouth.

After drinking most of the wine in the gourd, he stopped and smacked his lips twice.

"Why on earth would I like this stuff? It's so damned disgusting."

Throwing the gourd aside, the boss stretched lazily, then turned his hand over and a faint light flickered in his palm.

Faintly, one could see an old Taoist figure wrapped in the dim light, with his eyes tightly closed, as if he was asleep.

There are two reasons why Huishan was chosen as the battlefield to fight Zuo Chen.

One reason is that it takes too much energy and time to set up this large formation. If it were placed in other places, Zuo Chen might not come. But it would be different in Huishan. According to his loyal and righteous nature, if someone came here to mess up his temple, he would definitely come back.

The second is...

The remains of the capital.

Jingshi is dead, and there is no trace of his spiritual power or spiritual ability in his corpse. Now there is only a pile of bones left under the grave. However, he had great spiritual powers when he was alive, and his memories and spiritual consciousness still remain.

The Taoist priest is unrivaled in ancient and modern times, but he is also protective of his shortcomings. With some unique magical objects, he should be able to be controlled for a period of time.

Now the boss feels that he has the best timing and location. How can he lose to a Taoist priest who cannot use spiritual energy and has no treasures in his hands?

That's amazing.

He closed his eyes and regulated his breath. After a while, the boss suddenly laughed:

"The Taoist priest is here."

(End of this chapter)