I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 54: Qingyi Patriarch strikes again, suppressing Lingming for five hundred years

Ji Yuan calmly landed a few steps away from the man, his eyes slightly fixed: "I am Lingbao, fellow Taoist Lingming, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"You look skinny and skinny, and don't look like you can fight very well..." Lingming didn't answer, but muttered to himself.
Ji Yuan wanted to ask again.

Lingming interrupted: "You are the one who killed Zhao Chengyin?"

Ji Yuan's face turned slightly cold, and he was sure that this person had ill intentions.

In that case, there's no need to be nice to him.

"It's me, how are you?"

When Lingming heard this, the murderous energy in his body surged into the sky, like an overwhelming force, pressing down on him.

The invisible evil spirit makes one's spine chill, as if seeing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"It's you, that's for sure. Come with me to Chengyang Peak. Mr. Zhao will deal with you personally."

Mr. Zhao should be the head of the Zhao family.

With Lingming's identity, he couldn't possibly dare to address the ancestor of the Zhao family like that.

In just a moment, these thoughts flashed through Ji Yuan's mind, and he felt slightly relieved.

Facing the oppression of evil spirit, he activated the "Yuan Si Nine Revolutions Profound Art" and the blood in his body boiled like the roar of a dragon and a tiger.

In the void, invisible blood and energy rose from Ji Yuan's body.

The qi and blood were steaming, lightly dispelling the evil spirit in the air that was enough to make an ordinary cultivator's magic power stagnate, feel a chill on his back, and have difficulty breathing.

"What if I don't go? According to the sect's laws, fighting and killing are strictly prohibited within the mountain gate. Violators will be sentenced to death. Do you dare to force your way in?" Ji Yuan quoted the sect's rules.

"Sect rules?" Lingming sneered and raised his hand.

"Zheng!" The silver meteorite iron stick, which was as thick as a bowl and about ten feet long, made a clear sound and was grasped in Lingming's big hand.

It brought up a red-black evil spirit within an area of ​​dozens of feet, as sticky as glue, which made all living creatures in it unable to struggle and their movements became slow.

This is the bloody evil energy condensed from those who practiced the profound art of horizontal refining and killed countless lives.

It can imprison spells and slow down the monk's magic power.

But Ji Yuan was protected by the profound skills of gods and demons, so this evil spirit had no effect on him. In terms of killing, who could be more murderous, more vicious and domineering than gods and demons?

Lingming leaped up, and the cold iron rod whistled and hit Ji Yuan's shoulder with a force as heavy as a mountain.

In a flash, two golden whips were pulled out of the sword bags and crossed.

The iron rod was as powerful as a thousand pounds, smashing down on the golden whip, sending sparks flying for several feet.

"Bang!" A loud noise spread for miles.

Ji Yuan's body swayed slightly, his arms felt numb, dust and sand flew everywhere under his feet, and he was smashed several feet into the rock.

Lingming's contempt faded a little, and he used all his strength to hold Ji Yuan down with the iron rod, looking at him like an ant: "Good boy, you have such strength, it's worth it for me to use 70% of my strength."

"Looking for death!" Ling Ming attacked without saying a word, which made Ji Yuan feel angry.

Are these noble family children really so unscrupulous? They treat the rules and regulations of the sect as nothing?
Zhao Chengyin is like this, Lingfeng is like this, and this Taoist Lingming is also like this?

“Seven or eight points of power?” Ji Yuan sneered, and his divine and demonic skills were running wildly. His blood and energy instantly boiled, and he held the iron rod with his left hand holding the whip.

The golden whip in his right arm swept across, bringing with it tremendous force.

"Tear!" The golden whip tore the void as it passed, and a sonic boom sounded.

"Come on!" Lingming didn't take it seriously. He stepped back and turned around. He raised the iron rod and smashed it directly at Ji Yuan's head again from top to bottom.

After all, the golden whip is a short weapon, while the meteorite stick is about ten feet long and weighs one thousand three hundred pounds.

Using his strengths to defeat his weaknesses and taking the initiative, Lingming currently has the upper hand.

As soon as he pulled out the iron rod, Ji Yuan took the opportunity to jump out of the pit. It was actually a feint just now.

When the iron rod fell again, Ji Yuan did not retreat but moved forward, leaping sideways for about ten feet to close the distance; Lingming hurriedly drew out the rod to block and retreated.

Using a long weapon to fight against a short weapon, he knew that he couldn't let Ji Yuan engage in close combat.

In just one round, Ji Yuanban recovered from the disadvantage.

But just as Lingming pulled away and distanced himself.

Ji Yuan seized the opportunity and threw the golden whip in his left hand with all his strength.

"Swoosh!" Under the huge force, golden light was like lightning, and the tip of the whip pointed directly at Lingming's chest.

This move is a unique skill in whip-and-mace martial arts, commonly known as the "trump card".

Lingming moved away and swept the stick horizontally. With a "bang", the tip of the stick hit the golden whip, easily sweeping it dozens of feet away and off the cliff.

"Your martial arts are good, but they still lack some skills." Lingming sneered.

The technique of using a trump card should generally be used when the opponent is unprepared and should not be used lightly. Once it fails, the weapon will be lost.

Ji Yuan used it too early and too hastily, which was obviously not the right time, so he said that Ji Yuan's practical experience was lacking.

“Master, you are highly skilled in martial arts, even better than me, but I wonder how good your skills are?” Ji Yuan didn’t care and pointed with his finger.

In the void, the power of the magical power of [Moving Mountains and Filling the Sea] picked up stones and flew towards Lingming.

In fact, the reason for using the trump card is to force Lingming to keep a distance.

When the two men fought, Lingming attacked first and gained the upper hand. Moreover, he had mastered profound skills and was as strong as Ji Yuan in terms of strength, and his combat experience was far superior to Ji Yuan.

There was no room for Ji Yuan at all.

Martial arts are based on strength. If there is a big gap in strength, the opponent will be crushed. If the difference in strength is not that big, the fight may last for hundreds of rounds.

This is based on the experience and mentality of fighting.

Whoever has an unstable mentality and makes mistakes first will lose.

In terms of experience, Ji Yuan has not encountered many strong opponents since his debut. In terms of martial arts, he can often crush them with just one or two moves and has not accumulated much experience.

This kind of martial arts, which relies on the mysterious skills of gods and demons and the power of rare red fruits, can be acquired in a short period of time. It is too easy and superficial.

Unlike Lingming, who is known as the best in fighting martial arts among the inner disciples and is one of the top inner sect geniuses.

Its foundation is fighting: it has fought in thousands of battles, both big and small, and its martial arts and mysterious skills are all honed step by step, so it has very rich experience.

Although Ji Yuan was not afraid of fighting with him, he obviously did not have much advantage.

He could only use his trump card to force Lingming to keep a distance so that he could suppress him with his magical powers.

Ji Yuan didn't want to reveal his magical powers in the sect.

But at this time, I had to use a little bit of it.

"Boom!" The magical power moved the stones on the Wuyou Rock. The small ones were the size of fists, and the big ones were as big as washbasins. Hundreds and thousands of them flew towards Lingming in a dense crowd.

"Flying Stone Technique?" Lingming didn't care either, but he was a little surprised that Ji Yuan was not afraid of his evil spirit suppression and could still use magic.

The family tradition of "Hundred Refinements of Diamond Skill" was put into practice, and his whole body was filled with energy and blood like a dragon, with murderous aura rising into the sky and dancing with the stick.

Under the tremendous divine power, the silver meteorite iron sticks danced in the sky like white light, covering the body within a few feet, and the dance of the sticks was so intense that water could not penetrate.

"Bang! Bang!"

Pieces of stone were beaten into sand by the meteorite rod, then swept into powder and flew all over the sky.

The flying stones could not get close to the spiritual body at all.

"This is just a small trick of flying stones. What other tricks do you have? Use them all. I will let you die with your eyes closed." Lingming swung his stick to sweep away the flying stones and continued to close the distance.

As the two of them fought, the sound and fluctuations of their magical power spread over a hundred miles, alarming many cultivators in the surrounding area.

Upon seeing this, Ji Yuan shook his body, turned into wind, and went out of the sect.

In the sect, he didn't want to use all his magical powers, lest the noise be too loud and alert the Dao Miao ancestor to intervene. These small tricks really couldn't hurt Ling Ming.

"You little thief, don't run!" Lingming somersaulted, turned into the air and flew up in the mist, chasing closely behind him a hundred feet away.

One of them was holding the wind, the other was holding the fog; one was chasing, the other was fleeing.

In Kunwu Mountain, many monks watched from a distance with their spirits and minds, as if they were watching for fun.

“These young men from aristocratic families are becoming more and more presumptuous. They fight with anyone at will in the mountain gate. Aren’t they afraid of disturbing the ancestors…” Some elders were speechless.

"It's outrageous, so outrageous..."

The law is fine for restricting ordinary disciples with no background; but those rich and powerful people from aristocratic families, relying on their ancestors, do not take it seriously at all.

Fortunately, the two were only competing in martial arts, and at most used the flying stone technique, which did not alarm a large area, so no one really cared.

……

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

The two men, one chasing and the other fleeing, had already left Kunwu Mountain.

Using his magical powers to control the wind, his speed is far greater than that of Jiaowu.

It is actually very easy to get rid of spiritual awareness.

But Ji Yuan controlled the wind, neither fast nor slow; if Lingming was far away, he slowed down, and if Lingming was close, he flew faster.

Always keep Lingming a hundred feet behind you.

Ren Lingming was anxious and angry, and tried every trick he could think of, but he had no way to deal with Ji Yuan.

"You worthless bastard! If you have the guts, fight me to the death!" Lingming continued to curse, trying to provoke Ji Yuan to stop. Ji Yuan flew away leisurely on the wind, observing the surroundings. Kunwu Mountain was tens of thousands of miles away, and he was confused.

“If I kill Ling Mingzhen, I’m afraid the family forces behind him will cause trouble for me again. After beating the younger one, the older one will come…” Ji Yuan felt troubled.

The Zhao family and the Pei family are both large families with deep roots in the Xuanwei Sect.

It goes without saying that Zhao Luanyang, the ancestor of the Zhao family, has mastered the unparalleled magical power of the [Five Hells Escape Pillar].

The ancestor of the Pei family, 'Pei Qiang', is also very famous. In terms of seniority, he is even older than Zhao Luanyang. It is said that he is one of the direct disciples of the founder.

He has mastered the profound Vajra skills that have been refined hundreds of times; he can poke a hole in a mountain with one finger, and has become indestructible. He is hard to be harmed by wind, thunder, water, or fire, and he has the magical power of catching dragons and throwing elephants. He is known as the number one fighting immortal in the six realms.

The one known as the [Black Cloud Immortal] is this.

So Ji Yuan has been holding back.

Don't kill him.

I don't know what benefits Pei Lingming received from the Zhao family. He looks like he won't give up until he catches me.

Ji Yuan is in a difficult situation.

Pei Lingming, who was chasing behind, was actually in a dilemma.

"This kid's strength is unfathomable. His fighting skills are not inferior to mine. It won't be easy for me to take him down..."

"Such a person, who has not yet received a master, will surely become a true disciple of the sect in the future. If we make friends with him, we can let him become a disciple of our great grandfather and help him..."

"If I had known, I would not have met Mr. Zhao. It is not worth offending him for the sake of the friendship between our two families..."

"But Patriarch Zhao helped me practice the profound skills back then, so I am considered his half-disciple. When Patriarch Zhao's death is coming to an end, he once said that he wanted to entrust the [Five Hells Escape Immortal Pillar] and the inheritance to me. I have to repay such a great favor..."

"Now that things have come to this, the feud has been formed. Even if I don't avenge Cheng Yin, I will kill him anyway."

"Nip it in the bud..."

Pei Lingming had complicated feelings, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, which eventually turned into a firm intention to kill.

Ji Yuan also made plans.

Ride the wind with all your strength.

In an instant, the distance between the two of them was increased from a hundred feet to several hundred feet.

Pei Lingming became furious and chased after him with all his might through the fog.

But riding the wind is several times faster than riding the mist.

Soon, Ji Yuan's figure became smaller and smaller until it completely disappeared in the wild mountains.

Even the qi disappeared.

"Master Lingbao! Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I will bring you to see Master Zhao!" Lingming was furious after losing Ji Yuan.

He flew hundreds of miles in the direction where Ji Yuan fled, and completely lost any trace of Ji Yuan.

Lingming finally gave up and landed on the mountain below. He kept the fog going for half a month, which didn't consume much of his magic power, but he was a little tired.

I need to rest up before I can look for Ji Yuan again.

But he just found a place to sit down.

"Boom!" A loud noise spread over thousands of miles, and the entire mountain range shook like an earthquake.

"Not good!" Lingming, who had just relaxed, realized something was wrong. He broke out in a cold sweat and raised the iron rod to fly into the air.

But in an instant, the sky turned dark and the earth became gloomy; invisible energy swept through Lingming's body from all directions.

Under the restraint of this invisible energy, Lingming's magic power, soul and thoughts seemed to be frozen.

"The wonderful power of Tao!!" Lingming was horrified.

This is an ability that only the ancestor Dao Miao has. Dao Miao is in harmony with the truth and can capture the void. With just a move of his hands and feet, the power of heaven and earth can be confined for thousands or tens of thousands of miles.

Looking up, there was a mountain hundreds of feet high in the sky, blocking out the sun and continuously falling down.

Under the mountain, lines of powerful energy swept across hundreds of miles, imprisoning the void.

Wherever the Feishan Peak covers, the invisible magnetic field generated by the tremendous force of millions of tons will instantly imprison all living beings.

It is the power of the great supernatural power [Moving Mountains and Filling the Sea] that was cultivated with the help of the Flipping Heaven Seal.

This magical power can move mountains to suppress the enemy, but the most mysterious thing about it is not moving the mountains.

But it is the restraining power of magical powers.

It is impossible to escape and people can only be crushed by the mountain.

Even Master Jie Xuan, who had inherited the true teachings of Tongtong Xuanjing, could not escape at all in the face of this magical power.

What's more, it is smart and clear.

"Senior He! Why did you sneak attack a junior like me?" Lingming gathered all his strength and performed the Hundred Refinements Profound Art, making his bones crackle as he tried to break free from the restraints.

But this scene was just like when Ji Yuan was facing the dragon clan’s Dao Miao Ao Run.

Faced with invisible constraints, we have the power but nowhere to use it.

No matter how powerful your supernatural powers are or how outstanding your martial arts are, you will not be able to escape the majestic power of heaven and earth.

All I could do was watch the mountain pressing down upon me.

"Ah!!!!" Lingming kept roaring.

"Crack, crack, crack" the sand and stones falling from the bottom of the mountain flew onto Lingming, causing sparks to fly. He had practiced profound skills, and his body was as strong as iron and steel. No wonder his fighting skills were so extraordinary.

However, with a loud "boom!", the hundred-foot mountain finally fell down completely, trapping him in the valley.

Hundreds of miles away, Ji Yuan Yufeng stood in the void, and his soul's magical power of [Moving Mountains and Filling the Sea] was running.

The rocks and sand at the bottom of the hundred-foot mountain did not crush him into pieces directly, but turned into a stone box several feet long, locking Lingming's body.

Just like how he suppressed the strange beast golden rhinoceros.

Only his head and left hand were exposed outside the cliff, while his entire body was locked by the hundred-foot-high cliff.

The man was still alive, but he had no chance of escaping; he was pinned under the cliff and couldn't even turn over.

"Senior!! Which senior is teasing this disciple? Please show yourself..." Lingming's head was exposed, and he tried to struggle while shouting.

"Senior, you used your great magical power to suppress me under the cliff, but you didn't kill me. I guess it was because I was reckless and offended you. I am willing to accept the punishment."

"Even if I have been reckless and offended someone, I hope that Senior will come forward and explain, so that I can die with peace of mind!"

The sound spread over hundreds of miles, causing waves of echoes, but no one answered.

Hundreds of miles away, Ji Yuan thought for a moment, clamped his throat, and used his magic power to transmit Cang Lao's voice.

"Everyone calls me the Green Robe Patriarch. Boy, you dare to disregard the sect's rules and regulations, bully your fellow disciples, and fight with others in the sect. I will let you know the consequences of violating the sect's rules!"

"I was planning to crush you to death with one palm, but since your ancestor is my old friend, I will suppress you for five hundred years and let you reflect on your mistakes."

Upon hearing this, Lingming's face turned pale and he dared not struggle anymore.

It's not like he hasn't heard rumors within the church during this period of time.

The Qingyi Patriarch is the Dao Miao Patriarch who came out of seclusion recently.

Usually, those Taoist ancestors are in the caves outside the realm; it just happened that this ancestor came out of retreat recently, which is bad luck for me.

Knowing that it was the seniors of the sect who took action, how could he dare to struggle and resist.

The ancestor of the Pei family can suppress the headmaster and the elders, but he cannot suppress the top powerful beings who are also in the realm of Taoism.

"I know I was wrong. I hope that the ancestor will give me a lighter punishment for the merits I have made for the sect over the years!"

"My disciple has not yet passed the three disasters, so he cannot bear the punishment of five hundred years. I beg you to be merciful and reduce the punishment. After I pass the three disasters, I will come to you to accept the punishment..."

If the three disasters are not overcome, the life span will be at most one thousand five hundred years; or even within five hundred years, one will die from the disaster.

"Okay, then I'll keep you under control for ten years... Just accept the punishment calmly, and don't let your fellow disciples save you during this time."

It was reduced from five hundred years to ten years in an instant.

Lingming was somewhat surprised by the difference in sentence reduction.

Originally, he thought that he still had more than 300 years to live before the three disasters came. It was indeed his fault for violating the sect's rules and disturbing the sect's ancestor.

If he had a better attitude in admitting his mistakes, he could have his sentence reduced and be suppressed for two hundred years. I could accept that.

Unexpectedly, this old man was so soft-hearted that he would not listen to any pleas for mercy and reduced his sentence by 490 years.

He didn't have time to think about it and was overjoyed: "Disciple is willing to be punished for ten years, willing to be punished..."

"Thank you for your mercy, ancestor! Thank you for your mercy..."

Hundreds of miles away, Ji Yuan, hidden in the wind, laughed secretly and took out a pen and cloth from his sleeve.

I made a white cloth post that was two feet wide and five feet long.

Written on it were a few seal characters: "For violating the sect rules, your disciple Lingming will be punished for ten years."

Throw the post away.

It floated and flew for hundreds of miles and finally landed on the mountain.

Then he rode the wind and left.

(End of this chapter)