I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 38: Obtained the Flying Stone Talisman; Possessing the Nature of Killing

Ji Yuan held the double whips in his right hand and grabbed Lingfeng with his left hand, preventing him from falling off the clouds and dying.

He turned around and looked at Zhao Chengyin, with a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

The smile on Zhao Chengyin's face froze completely and his heart was pounding.

Without hesitation, he turned and ran away.

Ji Yuan swept his sleeves, and an invisible gust of wind flew out from his sleeves.

In an instant, he passed several hundred feet and arrived first.

"Whoosh!" The wind was blowing hard.

Before Zhao Chengyin had run a hundred feet, he was caught in a gust of wind and was swept up in the sky, flying backwards.

Ji Yuan put the double whips back on his back, freed his hands, picked up Zhao Chengyin and Lingfeng in one hand, and with his sleeves flying, he returned to Youlan Garden.

In the Taoist temple, many monks who were watching the battle from a distance using their magical powers and thoughts were in an uproar.

"Ling...Senior Brother Lingfeng, he actually lost!" Taoist Lingzhi was dumbfounded and shocked beyond words.

"Defeated by Ji Yuan's cloud-summoning and rain-praying technique?" Ling Xuan also couldn't believe it.

Linghe Zhenren shook his head: "That is not the [Summon Clouds and Pray for Rain] technique; it is a kind of magical power; a magical power that has never been seen in our sect, which can control all kinds of wind and rain."

"What! Supernatural power?" Lingzhi's eyes sparkled.

"That's right. He should have a superior magical weapon on him that can summon strange winds. His power is unfathomable. This Ji Yuan is truly a man of great fortune and luck. It's not unfair that Lingfeng was defeated by him."

Linghe Zhenren has already mastered the profound arts and has the skill of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head. His Taoism is far beyond that of ordinary cultivators. Others are too far away to see clearly and only think that Ji Yuan's magical powers are powerful, but he can sense the basis behind it.

When these words came out, even Lingxuan Daoist, who had always been very optimistic about Ji Yuan and had no ill will towards Ji Yuan, couldn't help but hold his breath.

Magical weapons have always been extremely precious; they are often made of extraordinary materials and have to undergo thousands of years of cultivation to allow the cultivator's combat power to increase dramatically.

Even more difficult are the rituals and refining methods, which are often passed down secretly by the true lineages of various major religions and are never easily leaked to outsiders.

In the entire Taoist temple, only Linghe Zhenren has a magic mirror that can see every detail within thousands of miles. It was left to Linghe Zhenren by a genius who walked out of Yuntai Taoist Temple a thousand years ago and died.

Only those who have reached the true level in the sect are qualified to learn the methods of refining magical instruments and have the opportunity to practice magical instruments and treasures and become famous in various domains.

"I can no longer see through this person. It is hard to say whether he is a person with great magical powers who is able to turn the calamity around. His magical powers and instruments are truly unfathomable."

Seeing the two people's different expressions, Linghe Zhenren said: "I advise you not to covet him. Lingfeng is already a master ranked among all the academies. He is far from being Ji Yuan's opponent, let alone you."

"No matter what, he left our Taoist temple, so his magical tools and instruments are naturally ours. When he dies under the Three Calamities in the future, those magical tools and instruments will naturally belong to our Taoist temple."

“Yes; so what if one has extraordinary magical powers? From ancient times to the present, there are countless geniuses who were invincible in the world, but all perished under the three disasters.” Upon hearing this, Lingzhi and the other two looked dim and sighed.

The Three Calamities are like the swords that hang over the heads of the cultivators in this world, and they have taken away the lives of countless geniuses and mighty ones.

Those who practice longevity are as numerous as carp swimming across the river; those who can survive the three disasters are only one in ten thousand, and it has nothing to do with one’s aptitude, aptitude, or the size of one’s supernatural powers.

Countless legendary figures with extraordinary talents and luck have died due to disasters, just like meteors streaking through the darkness and shining in the sky, leaving others with nothing but to look up at them, but their time is extremely short.

Even if the founder of the sect is immortal, he can only watch his most beloved disciple die, there is nothing he can do.

It would be five hundred years before Ji Yuan fell under the Three Disasters.

Lingxuan and Lingzhi have been practicing for hundreds of years. At their level, they no longer dare to accumulate magical powers.

When the magic power lasts from one to five hundred years, the three disasters will come immediately. This is the price that the Qigong practitioners pay for seizing the fortune of heaven and earth and invading the mysteries of the sun and the moon. When the time comes, everything must be returned to heaven and earth.

But even if he did not accumulate magical power, and lived for another few decades, the three disasters would be approaching, and the time of his fall would not be far away, so naturally he would not be able to see that day.

"Hundreds of years are just the blink of an eye. I hope Ji Yuan can go further." Ling Xuan murmured to himself.

……

In Youlan Garden, Ji Yuan picked up Zhao Chengyin and Lingfeng, one in each hand, and landed in the courtyard.

Qin Feng, the chief wrestler, led a group of wrestlers and servants to greet them in front of the courtyard early in the morning, looking at Ji Yuan with awe.

Just now, Ji Yuan and Ling Feng were fighting, and the noise was so loud that it shook the area hundreds of miles away. Naturally, they felt it.

"Eh? Why can't I see Yin Yaoer?" Ji Yuan took a quick look but didn't see Yin Yaoer.

There was no trace of Yin Yaoer's aura in the entire Youlan Garden.

Could it be that that little evildoer has gone out to cause trouble again?

"My Lord, the second aunt came to take the young lady home a few days ago." Qin Feng said with a bow.

"That's good. I thought she ran out to cause trouble again." Ji Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that the little evildoer was gone.

Having been with Yin Yaoer for such a long time, Ji Yuan was also familiar with the characters in her family.

Yin Kaishan has several daughters, all of whom are true disciples of major sects, but are still unmarried.

Only one little girl did not enter the Taoism to practice, but eloped with someone and gave birth to Yin Yaoer. However, Yin Yaoer's parents died more than ten years ago; so the whole Yin family doted on this only granddaughter.

"First, tie these two people to the stake and give each of them twenty lashes." Ji Yuan threw Lingfeng and Zhao Chengyin aside.

"Yes!" The strong men immediately went to lift up the hemp rope as thick as the arm.

Lingfeng lost half of his shoulder, his face turned pale with pain, he couldn't find any secret techniques, and had no power to fight back at all.

Zhao Chengyin looked as pale as death.

"Kill me if you want! Why humiliate me like this!" When Zhao Chengyin, who was tied to a wooden stake, saw the strong man bringing a whip, he came to his senses and roared and cursed loudly.

Ji Yuan ignored him.

At Ji Yuan's signal, Qin Feng walked to Ling Feng's side and searched his body for a while, finding some loose silver, a few pieces of talisman paper, and a jade scepter. Ji Yuan looked at them and found that the talisman paper and silver were all useless, except for the mysterious talisman engraved on the yellowed jade scepter.

Ji Yuan was slightly delighted. The talisman on the jade sceptre emitted the aura of mountains. It was indeed similar to the Fantian Seal Talisman.

The essence of both is to absorb the power of mountains, thereby unleashing a force of billions of tons that can suppress all things.

“Is this the basis of the flying stone technique?” Ji Yuan picked up the jade sceptre and looked towards Lingfeng.

Lingfeng had half of his arm cut off. He endured the pain and used his magic power to stop the bleeding. Hearing this, he raised his head and sneered: "Hahaha, do you think that just because you have the Flying Stone Talisman, you can practice my Flying Stone Skill? Don't even think about it, hahaha!"

This flying stone technique is one of the best special techniques. He was born with one more spleen acupoint than other people, and could absorb the energy from the mountains and refine it into talismans. That's why he was taught this technique by a senior master in the sect.

But even the senior in the sect who taught him the Stone Flying Technique himself could not master it; it can be seen that this strange technique can only be practiced by special people.

"Oh? I can't practice it?" Ji Yuan didn't care.

He didn't know that this strange skill required one to have one more skill than ordinary people in order to master it.

However, Ji Yuan wanted this talisman not to practice the flying stone technique.

Instead, he intended to use this technique to verify and study the true talisman of the Fantian Seal.

Qin Feng waved his hand and, at Ji Yuan's signal, raised the whip and was about to whip Ling Feng first.

"My fellow Daoist, you have great magical powers. I admit my guilt. If you want to kill me or chop me up, just come on. We are all Qi cultivators. Why do you need to whip and humiliate us like this?" Lingfeng raised his head and shouted.

He thought that Ji Yuan would take the sect's laws into consideration and would not dare to kill him here.

"Haha, okay, I'll grant your wish."

Ji Yuan also laughed: "Qin Feng, give fellow Taoist Lingfeng a quick death."

Lingfeng's expression changed slightly.

"Yes!" Qin Feng found the sharp knife for cutting meat without hesitation.

"If you dare to kill me, you will also die!" Fear flashed in Lingfeng's eyes, and he looked at the strongman Qin Feng with a threatening look.

Qin Feng is just a mortal warrior.

No matter what, Lingfeng was still a disciple of Xuanwei Sect; even if Ji Yuan instructed him to kill Lingfeng, Qin Feng would not be able to stay in this immortal sect anymore.

Even life is in danger.

But Qin Feng did not hesitate at all. He used the sharp knife, which was about a foot long, to cut Lingfeng's neck.

In an instant, blood foam gushed out. Lingfeng opened his eyes in disbelief: "Cough cough cough, coo coo..." but he only coughed up a mouthful of blood foam.

Before he could finish his words, his eyes lost their luster and became completely dim, and he had lost his breath.

"The Taoist's name is Feng, and my name is also Feng. It is fate that the immortal assigned me to kill you, so go with peace of mind." Qin Feng said calmly.

Zhao Chengyin, who was sitting on the pillar next to him, witnessed all this. He didn't expect Ji Yuan to really dare to kill Ling Feng. His eyes were about to burst out in anger!
"Brother Daoist! It's all my fault that you got hurt!!!" Zhao Chengyin struggled frantically.

"Dog thief!!"

"You have killed a cultivator from a famous mountain in vain! You will die in a calamity sooner or later!!"

“Haha, what’s the bullshit of a hermit practicing in a famous mountain?” Ji Yuan stood up when he heard that.

"Could it be that only you, the 'moral' people, are allowed to kill me, but I cannot kill you?"

"Kill me, kill me! If you don't kill me, I will invite all the Taoist friends from all over the world to fight you until I die!" Zhao Chengyin's eyes were red, saliva was flying, and he stared at Ji Yuan.

"Then you don't have this chance."

He always took his fellow disciples into consideration and held back.

When they wanted to kill Ji Yuan, they never held back.

Ji Yuan grabbed the golden whip and walked forward, swinging it without hesitation.

"Don't kill him!" The hurried voice of Linghe Zhenren who tried to stop him was heard from the void.

It's too late.

"Puff!" Zhao Chengyin's laughter suddenly stopped, his head exploded, and blood mist splattered.

"If you kill him, I'm afraid you won't have peace in the future." Linghe Zhenren came in the mist, sighing, "After all, I'm a step too late."

"Master, do you think that if I don't kill him, I can be at peace?"

If we don't kill him, I'm afraid trouble will come faster.

"Ugh…"

Linghe Zhenren looked at Zhao Chengyin's body, shook his head and sighed, and was angry at his lack of resistance: "The incident started with your nephew Zhao Shen. If your nephew had not relied on the blood spirit fat and your indulgence and love, he would have insulted and harmed him first;"

"How could he hit your nephew? You should have suffered this disaster long ago for standing up for your nephew. It's a pity that hundreds of years of hard training in the mountains were wasted in one day."

Linghe Zhenren's Dharma eyes can see all over the Taoist temple and he sits in the Ziqi Pavilion. Nothing can be hidden from him, from beginning to end.

Ji Yuan chuckled: "If you want to say that this disaster is also your fault, if it weren't for your indulgence, how could there be so many quarrels and murders in the Taoist Academy?"

"If I didn't indulge you, how could you grow so fast?"

"Pack your bags and hurry out of the area. Please forgive me, I can't keep you here in my Taoist temple." Linghe Zhenren looked helpless.

"You must advance to the true teachings as soon as possible. Only in this way, with the protection of the founder of the sect, can you avoid some troubles."

(End of this chapter)