I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 107:106: The Dharma King Ridges to Kunwu, Destroys Temples and Cuts Down Mountains
Just as Ye Xuan finished his words with a look of contempt.

The sky was covered with dark clouds; a strong momentum swept across the sky, blocking out the sun.

The entire moonlight seemed to have darkened a lot.

Everyone, including Ye Xuan, had a slightly solemn expression on their faces.

"What the hell? I was just complaining. Is there really a master coming?" Ye Xuan's whole body was tense, looking at the person walking slowly towards the horizon.

The man had gray hair and beard, and an ancient sword on his back. He was so imposing that he could make everyone fall to the ground even though they were thousands of feet away. Even those who were at the level of Spirit King could not stand up.

"A respected master?" Chen Hai, Ling Miao and the others all had gloomy expressions and were immediately suppressed to the ground by this aura.

"Master Gu Jian!" Ye Xuan was also pressed down from a high altitude; that person's cultivation was far above his; he recognized the identity of the person.

The most powerful man in the Eight Dynasties, the Ancient Sword Emperor.

Oh no, now it’s the Ancient Sword Master.

He was once a legendary figure.

Ye Xuan even slept with the legendary storybook about the Ancient Sword Master many times.

Just thinking about meeting such a great man would be worth dying for.

But now, facing the oppressive aura, the Ancient Sword Master walked slowly forward.

Ye Xuan's face was solemn and he felt bitter in his heart: "It's all over now."

Before the fight even started, his cultivation level and aura were enough to make him unable to resist.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have said anything nonsense!

This really attracted an expert!
Ye Xuan felt regretful.

“Fire Cloud Evil God, hand over the Holy Spirit!” The Ancient Sword Master stopped five hundred feet away from Ye Xuan.

Fire Cloud Evil God is Ye Xuan's nickname.

At this distance, he can suppress Ye Xuan with his own cultivation.

No matter how strong Ye Xuan is, he can't beat him.

You can't escape from his grasp.

In the Dantian, the spiritual light flickered and a voice came out: "Gu Jian, don't get close to him. There is a very terrifying thing in his Dantian. If it erupts, everyone here will be wiped out!"

The atmosphere was tense, even stagnant.

The expression of the Ancient Sword Master changed slightly.

"Hahahaha; you finally came out; I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The sky laughed.

Ling Che and others were shocked again.

"Are there any more experts?" Ye Xuan was already numb.

His powerful aura is not inferior to that of the Ancient Sword Master, and even surpasses that of the Ancient Sword Master.

The next moment, a stream of light was seen falling from the direction of the royal capital.

A handsome young man appeared, wearing a purple robe, with a face like a crown and a cinnabar mole on his forehead.

"Senior Brother Ji!" Ling Che and others were overjoyed.

The person who came was none other than Ji Linggan, who was known as the best master of the inner sect.

Even Chen Hai and Ling Miao breathed a sigh of relief.

The Ancient Sword Master was a notorious native.

But he is very powerful.

Countless Xuanwei disciples who had not yet had time to recover their strength died at his hands.

Now his strength is far above everyone else.

Although the target of the Ancient Sword Master was not himself and others.

But if Ye Xuan was really killed.

I am afraid that I and others will not be able to escape death.

But no one knows.

In the clouds ten miles away.

The man in green sat cross-legged in the clouds, with a hint of smile on his face: "We are finally here, it was easy to get it."

.........

at the same time.

Kunwu Mountain: It has been desolate these days.

After the Nanli Dharma Assembly, masters from various peaks entered the Nanli Realm.

Many disciples who came back to participate in the event received their tasks and went down the mountain directly after the ceremony.

It is the Hall of Merit that was once bustling with people; now Monroe is deserted.

Not only the Hall of Merit; even the other six halls were deserted.

All the major institutions of Jinque Peak have gone because their leader is in Longshouyuan.

The heads, elders, and deacons of each department are all on holiday.

After all, the hard work has lasted for almost tens of thousands of years.

After the true transmission ceremony, new people will take over from them.

It's time for a holiday.

Therefore, in each hall, there were only a small number of deacons who were sorting out documents and keeping watch.

All those who wanted to go home went home; those who wanted to visit friends in the upper and lower worlds went to visit friends, those who wanted to play chess played chess, and the elders received their wages and went to travel around the Three Mountains and the Five Sacred Mountains.

A stealthy, short figure crept along the quiet and deserted plank road, arrived at the foot of the Jinque Terrace, and looked around.

"Ms. Yin, why are you not in Longshouyuan, and why are you coming to Jinque to look for Deacon Ji?" The old deacon who was guarding the gate spotted him from afar.

"Ahem; yes." Yin Yaoer was startled and turned around.

Only then did I realize that the man was an old man with messy hair and ragged clothes, holding a broom, walking under the steps of the Golden Palace.

"I was wondering who it was. Turns out it was you, old man." Yin Yaoer spat.

This old man is a errand boy, responsible for sweeping the floor. His surname is Zhou, his nickname is Old Man Fengchun, and his Taoist name is unknown.

I've been in charge of sweeping the floor in the Jinque Palace. I don't know how many years it has been, but I've only been practicing Taoism for a dozen years.

This old man is not a cause for concern, but we have to find a reason to get rid of him, Yin Yaoer thought to herself.

"Miss Yin, Deacon Ji has gone to Nanli. You won't be able to find him here."

Zhou Fengchun said this without waiting for Yin Yaoer to drive him away.

He held the broom and walked out unsteadily.

Yin Yaoer was overjoyed to see this and quickly went through the corridor behind the Jinque Palace.

The corridor is very long, more than ten miles long.

There are various mechanisms in this corridor.

After entering, it is about ten feet wide and ten feet high, and the whole body is made of jade and colored glaze; it is extremely exquisite.

The flames on the lampstands on both sides are the fish oil from the South China Sea; one drop can burn for ten thousand years.

The floor was extremely smooth; there was a white mist on it.

Like entering a fairyland.

The entire corridor is facing downwards; so it gets deeper as you go deeper.

Yin Yaoer walked inside for about half an hour.

Two golden gate roads appeared ahead.

"I remember grandpa said that the Taiyi Immortal Palace is on the left and we must not go there; the Jinque Treasury is on the right." Yin Yaoer bit her finger and thought.

There are two warehouses on the left and right behind this corridor.

These are all places where Xuanwei Dao stores treasures.

But once you enter the path on the left, you will find it is thousands of miles deep and leads directly to a spiritual realm.

It is called Taiyi Immortal Palace.

The tunnel is called Hansha Road. It is 3,600 miles long and has five levels of checkpoints: Quicksand, Fiery Fire, Boiling Ice, Weak Water, and Golden Light.

There are many treasures inside; there are extremely precious magic instruments and even magic weapons.

For example, the seal of the head monk, the jade book of immortality, the treasure scroll of the purple palace, the true water of the three lights, the golden flower, the glazed cup and so on.

But if you don’t have the token, even if you enter the wonderful realm, it is easy to enter but difficult to exit.

The one on the right is called Mingjin Road. There are no restrictions inside, but I guess there won’t be many treasures either.

"Let's go to Mingjin Road first!" Yin Yaoer decided to do the easy things first and then move on to the difficult ones.

It is too dangerous to go on the sandy road.

If you are not careful, you may not be able to steal the treasure, but get yourself into trouble.

Kunwu Mountain is tens of thousands of miles away.

Dense dark clouds covered the sky, thousands of feet wide.

Above the dark clouds, I saw swords and knives shining in the sunlight, and armors and weapons were pointed at one another.

Groups of demons and monsters; they pulled up flagpoles and set up camp like soldiers.

The left group was full of tigers, deer, musk deer and roe deer. There were hundreds of them, swaggering and shouting, beating drums and waving their troops.

The group on the right: evil spirits and ugly monsters waving their flags.

In the center, there are figures of the Left Way from the 66 caves of Nanshan Mountain, some using double hooks, some carrying gourds, some with indigo faces, and some with jagged fangs. There are more than a thousand of them.

The momentum shakes the heavens and the earth and shocks the universe.

There is a big banner in the center.

It is ten zhang long and about ten zhang wide, and is made of black brocade.

The characters are woven into seal script with gold threads.

The twelve characters "The Dharma Chariot of the Green Robe Patriarch from the Yinfeng Cave in Baiman Mountain".

All the demons, ghosts and sorcerers carried flags and walked around beating drums and gongs.

"The green-robed old immortal has boundless magical powers!"

"Supernatural powers, unify Central and South China!"

"Go to Kunwu, destroy temples and cut down mountains!"

The voices of thousands of people were completely uniform.

Wherever he passed, all the beasts in the mountains were terrified and thousands of ghosts were shocked.

The Qigong practitioners in the famous caves were all awakened from their practice upon seeing this: "Who is this! Such a scene!"

"Going to Kunwu, destroying temples and cutting down mountains? What a boldness." Some Qi-refining masters also avoided from afar, sneering.

Kunwu Mountain is the residence of immortals.

Are these demons and monsters so bold and daring?
"The green-robed immortal? I've never heard of this person before." Several mountain hermits used their magical powers and thoughts to watch this scene from thousands of miles away, and they couldn't help but look puzzled.

"So it's the Five Elders of Beishan. You've been in seclusion for too long. This old monster came out recently. I heard that he robbed a lot of Kunwu disciples, causing a lot of noise." An acquaintance responded through thoughts.

"Oh? What kind of old weirdo is this?" The five elders of Beishan were surprised.

In Nanshan Region, is there any old monster who is more experienced than these five?
"It is said that he is the founder of the Zhongnan Sect and the founder of the Zhongnan Demon Sect. I have never seen him and I don't know how old he is. But he dares to fight against the Xuanwei Sect, so I think he must have something."

"Recently, the Green Robe Patriarch has been in the depths of Zhaoyue Mountain, unifying the sixty-six caves of Nanshan. His sphere of influence covers tens of thousands of miles of Nanshan, connecting Nanshan in the west and the sea in the east. He is unrivalled at the moment."

"Yes, the mountain was originally called Jin'aobu. It had a beautiful fairy-like appearance, but the old monster in green robe changed it to something like 'Bai Man Mountain'. He also opened up more than 500 stone chambers on the ridge, and raised hundreds of millions of poisonous insects."

"You have turned a beautiful mountain into a place full of gloomy winds and filled with poisonous insects."

"That's right. Now no one dares to go to the area thousands of miles around Baiman Mountain. There are either poisonous snakes, red snakes, centipedes or scorpions. The poison is so fierce and strange that even Tongxuan masters dare not go there." Someone added.

"Yes, the green-robed old monster's unique skill is called the Hundred Poisons Golden Silkworm Gu; each of them is fierce and fierce, and is known as a million demon soldiers."

Upon hearing this, the Five Elders of Nanshan could not help but sneer: "So that's how it is. You thought you were a real master of supernatural powers, but it turns out you are just a mere heretic."

"That's right. He practices poisonous insects and centipedes, but it's just a small trick. If you dare to come to Beishan, I will break his magic." Ji Songzi, one of the five elders, stroked his beard and smiled.

Jin Zhugong beside him shook his head: "This beast is too arrogant. Do you really think there are no masters in my Nanshan?"

These five elders are all hermits with top-level cultivation in Tongxuan.

In the Nanshan cultivation world, he is extremely famous.

The Tao is wonderful and above; generally, it is not in the wilderness, but in the cities and towns of Zhongzhou.

Otherwise, it is either out of bounds or a small mistake.

Those who have achieved Tongxuan's cultivation level are indeed very powerful masters; generally, large sects will not offend them easily, especially for individual practitioners.

"Five Dao brothers, you don't know that this old man's cultivation is also at the top of the Tongxuan level. He is almost as good as Dao Miao. His magical powers are unfathomable. He is not just an ordinary heretic, but he claims to be a side sect orthodox one."

"A side sect that is authentic? What a boast." The five elders of Beishan all frowned.

Generally speaking, if one can achieve the state of Taoism, he is considered to have attained enlightenment.

However, there are many Qi-cultivating masters in the world.

Many people practiced incorrectly, and by chance they achieved the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head and Five Qis Returning to the Origin; they didn’t even know how they achieved that magic.

The wonderful technique he has cultivated cannot be copied.

But to say that this kind of Taoism has no merits is not necessarily true; there are also people among them who have supernatural powers that are almost as great as those of the immortal founders.

Therefore, the cultivation world calls this type of practice a side door.

It means independent of the Xuanmen practice system.

In this world, only the Taoist Qigong practitioners, that is, those who follow the six teachings, can directly understand the mysteries of the Tao without any errors and can also copy them.

There is another type; they also practice incorrectly.

The magic power may last for one or two years, or seven or eight years.

Proficient in a small skill; either refining souls and cursing ghosts, or writing talismans to pray for rain, or cursing and warding off evil.

Not cultivating the great way: only using magic to show off for a while.

This kind of thing is called the left path.

Ninety-nine percent of those who follow the evil ways have no intention of cultivating their character; they are moody, fond of killing and setting fires; and they are always open-hearted to others.

The side doors are generally better; some are like demons; some abide by the precepts like the mysterious doors; those that are sanctimonious are more complicated.

"Eh? Where is that old monster in green robe going with such a fuss?" Huayangzi, one of the five elders, pointed at the evil clouds and magical fog in the distance.

Thousands of miles away from them, in the demonic clouds and fog, under a huge banner, was a golden sedan chair carried by fourteen big-headed, naked skeleton monsters.

The golden sedan chair was about ten feet wide; the windows and doors were covered with some kind of silk, making it impossible for even a cultivator at the Tongxuan realm to see through the scene inside.

But then look at the words written on the big banner behind the sedan chair.

I guess the so-called old monster in green robe is in that sedan chair.

"It seems like they are heading towards Kunwu Mountain?" The five elders of Nanshan were instantly pale.

It's not just them.

From the south of Zhaoyue Ridge to Qianniu Ridge, which is thousands of miles away from Kunwu.

On the journey of more than 100,000 miles, the demonic energy was overwhelming.

As a result, all the high-level Qi-refining practitioners could see it.

"This old monster is so bold. He actually dared to go to Kunwu Mountain. Doesn't he want to live?"

"Go to Kunwu; cut down mountains and destroy temples! What a big mouth! Do you really think that the masters of Xuanwei Sect can't lift a knife?"

"Tsk tsk; such a rampant fellow, this is the second time I have seen him in my 100,000 years of life."

"What happened the first time?"

"Seventy or eighty thousand years ago, there was an old demon named Qianqiu Laozu. He tried to go to Kunwu Mountain to cause trouble. He was crushed to death by a hand that fell from the sky."

"Indeed, the gate of Kunwu Immortal is not that simple."

"I admire the courage of this green-robed old monster."

……

Above the demonic clouds and devil fog.

In front of the golden sedan, the wolf demon in the lead looked majestic, but if you looked closely, you would find that his legs were shaking.

Not only him, but the other demons beside him all looked pale, trying hard to look aggressive.

Everyone knows that going to Kunwu is seeking death.

Of course they know.

In the past, even if they were given a thousand or ten thousand courages, they would not dare to go to Kunwu.

But who knows what kind of epilepsy the Green Robe Patriarch has.

It was like a seizure, and each of them was poisoned with a deadly red poison.

They were driven away forcibly, shouting slogans to wipe out Kunwu.

If you dare not go.

The red refining poison immediately erupted, making it difficult for people to control their life and death, and it was extremely terrifying.

"Brothers, let's fight! Since we have the ancestor here, let's defeat Kunwu this time!" The Jade Cicada Fairy from Piaofeng Cave encouraged the fellow Taoists around her.

"Right; if we retreat we will die anyway; let's charge forward, kill one and we'll break even, if we kill two we'll make a profit, and maybe we can still survive." The Double-Clocked Dharma King of the Inverted Cave also spoke.

The words sounded firm, but the demons in the sixty-six caves were all determined in their hearts.

When the time comes, throw out the ancestor’s golden sedan chair first.

Let this damned old monster in green robe fight against Xuanwei Sect.

They took the opportunity to escape.

The demons don't know.

Their founder, the Green Robe Patriarch, was not in the sedan chair.

But it was tens of thousands of miles ahead of them.

By now we had arrived at Qianniu Ridge, not far from Kunwu.

The Xuanpin Pearl was hidden in a secluded place in Qianniu Ridge, and it took on the appearance of Ji Yuan.

In his hand was the disciple token of Xuanwei Sect.

"With the token, there should be no problem entering the mountain gate." Xuanpinzhu was watching the developments in Kunwu Mountain.

I just don't believe that the Xuanwei Sect could be unaware of the huge commotion caused by monsters and demons in the sixty-six caves of Nanshan.

The so-called Dharma driving Kunwu, felling mountains and destroying temples is a smokescreen of Xuanpin Pearl.

Once a master comes out of Kunwu, he will fight against those demons and monsters.

Xuanpinzhu disguised himself as a disciple of Xuanwei and went in to search the treasuries of the six palaces of Jinque.

As for the sixty-six caves of demons.

Just let them sacrifice themselves. Anyway, they are of no use except to brag about themselves.

(End of this chapter)