One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 134 133: The Magic Lamp is a Treasure

Zhao Fuyun stood in the shadow and looked up. He saw dark clouds appearing in the sky. The dark clouds rolled in and broke through the fire clouds. Then, he felt rain falling.

One drop, two drops, three drops, four drops...

He stretched out his hand in the shadow under the eaves. The rain did not fall on his palm, but he felt the wind.

It's a cool breeze blowing down from the sky.

At this time, he saw a man with a flash of light rushing out from behind the Chenzhong Palace. The moment the man appeared, he recognized that he was the man who had stopped him in the alley and fought with him wearing a blue mask.

Lan Zhengyu was his name. At that time, he was in the alley, using water magic instead of fire magic. However, in the flame-filled Zhennan Pass, the effectiveness of his water magic would be greatly reduced.

However, if the talisman he made contains other Dharma properties, then he will naturally be able to use some magic.

Of course, the imperial treasure is the best at this time.

He saw Lan Zhengyu reach into his sleeve and a small sword appeared in his hand, the small sword was glowing green.

Everyone can practice the art of wielding a sword.

The green sword stabbed towards Ma Sanhu, but in a blink of an eye, it was already in front of Ma Sanhu. Everyone in front of Chenzhong Hall saw this scene and found that Ma Sanhu seemed unable to resist, as if he had suffered an unknown hidden injury.

However, at this moment, a drop of rain fell on the sword.

Almost no one saw that drop of rain, but the moment that drop of rain fell on the sword, it not only broke the magic light on the sword, but also made Lan Zhengyu feel like he was hit hard on the back of the head.

This situation will only occur when there is a huge difference in strength.

"Don't move, or you will die." Suddenly a cold voice came from the sky.

Lan Zhengyu was frightened by the words for a moment and did not dare to say a word.

However, someone spoke up: "Is Tiandu Mountain going to do something hegemonic and conquer the entire Guangyuan Prefecture?"

The person who spoke was Xie Anlan. He saw that the King of Zhennan, who had dominated the area for decades, had died just like that. Apart from the initial shock, he was also filled with a sense of grief.

After hearing Xun Lanyin's words, he couldn't help but speak.

"Lan Shaoxun colluded with the Qianshan demon and facilitated the demon's assassination several times. He deserves to be executed. Today, we will only execute the ringleader."

Xun Lanyin's voice was heard again in the sky, and no one said anything for a while, because both Xun Lanyin and Zhao Fuyun were surrounded and killed by the people of Qianshan Kingdom. As for whether it was Lan Shaoxun who provided the convenience for them to come in and helped find Xun Lanyin and Zhao Fuyun, no one dared to say no.

It is normal for Tiandu Mountain to have such revenge. Some people even think that the revenge came too late. If their own family went to war with other families and important family members were frequently assassinated, they would have retaliated long ago.

No one spoke. Huge waves surged down from the sky, and rain fell all over the sky, suppressing the fire in the entire Guanzhong area.

Those waves seemed both illusory and real. They just pushed away the Red Flame Soldiers and then swept Ma Sanhu and the Bronze Taoist Soldiers into them. Zhao Fuyun took the opportunity to step out and strode into the air.

A wave came and swept him into it. The moment he entered the water, the gazes and noise below disappeared.

He looked down and saw so many people in front of the Shenzhong Hall looking up at the sky. No one dared to stop them. He couldn't help but feel a special emotion in his heart: cultivation is everything in the world of cultivation.

Another person was seen heading towards the back of the Chenzhong Palace. It was Zhu Ke.

He looked up and seemed to see a dark and deep sea, and then he saw Xun Lanyin.

At this moment, Xun Lanyin was like a goddess in the deep sea, with a cold gaze.

Xun Lanyin waved her hand, and the mysterious darkness in the sky was collected in her hand, turning into a dark black bead, which disappeared with a clasp of her palms.

She did not take them back to Guangyuan Prefecture, but went towards Tiandu Mountain.

There were waves like clouds under their feet. Ma Sanhu simply closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was in a state of meditation.

Zhao Fuyun felt that he had paid a huge price for killing Lan Shaoxun.

As for why he returned to Tiandu Mountain, Zhao Fuyun thought it might be to send Ma Sanhu back.

If at this time, they were surrounded and attacked again, and Ma Sanhu died, it would be a huge loss for Tiandu Mountain.

When they returned to the sky above Tiandu Mountain, Ma Sanhu opened his eyes and said to Xun Lanyin: "Thank you for your help, Junior Sister Xun."

"You and I are from the same school. We should advance and retreat together." After Xun Lanyin finished speaking, Ma Sanhu stood up, nodded, looked at Zhao Fuyun, nodded as well, then took a step forward and headed towards his own dojo as if walking in the wind.

Zhao Fuyun was somewhat surprised at how polite Ma Sanhu was when talking to Master Xun, as if the two men were not familiar with each other at all.

But when I think about Ma Sanhu's and Master Xun's personalities, it is already very rare for the two to be able to cooperate in Guangyuan Prefecture.

"Master Xun, should I continue to return to Guangyuan Prefecture?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"No, if you don't go back to Guangyuan Prefecture, the affairs of Guangyuan Prefecture will be handed over to others. This time when you come back, you can practice in the mountains." Xun Lanyin said.

"Uh, why is this?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"Because the people and things after Guangyuan Prefecture are not suitable for you to deal with, nor for me. And the war in Nanling Prefecture has also stopped." Xun Lanyin said.

The two had already landed at Jiguana Ridge. The clouds and water dispersed under their feet, and the scenery on the top of the mountain rushed into their eyes.

Zhao Fuyun looked at the bell hanging at the entrance of his star-gazing cave and knew that it had not been taken back.

He didn't ask Xun Lanyin to come in and sit down, but just stood on the top of the mountain, feeling the mountain breeze and gazing into the distance.

"Do you want to become a true disciple?" Xun Lanyin suddenly asked.

"Isn't there no so-called direct teaching in our Tiandu Mountain?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"The true teaching is not personal teaching. There is no such thing as personal teaching between master and disciple. However, there are secret methods in the mountain. How can anyone learn them? There are so many people who have established their foundation and entered the upper courtyard. They can go to the Dharma Storage Building to learn the Dharma and listen to the Taoist discussions, but the secret teachings in the mountain cannot be known to them."

"Even if you become a true disciple, you must not brag about it." Xun Lanyin said warningly.

"Yes, disciple wants to become a true disciple!" Zhao Fuyun said happily in his heart, and he couldn't help but grinning on his face.

He was certain that Master Xun and that Ma Sanhu must both be true disciples, otherwise they would not have been so much stronger than other people in the same realm.

He could even kill Lan Shaoxun, who was known to be invincible in the same realm.

"Don't be too happy too soon. I just think that with your talent and the contributions you have made in recent years, you are qualified to become a true disciple." Xun Lanyin said. Zhao Fuyun's smile faded, but he felt that since Master Xun had said it, the chances might be great.

"Go to Wuliang Courtyard later and complete your mission." After Xun Lanyin finished speaking, she took a step into the air, and her body turned into a stream of water light and quickly disappeared.

Zhao Fuyun went to Wuliang Courtyard, and then strolled around Xiangbei Mountain where the upper courtyard was located. He found that the mountain was still the same, with a strong atmosphere of cultivation, and it seemed that it was not affected by some fights outside the mountain.

He thought about it and it was true. The mountains were a place to seek peace. Outside, one was physically and mentally tense and engaged in killing. When he returned to the mountains, it was natural for him to watch the clouds, listen to the sound of the forest waves, and read Taoist scriptures and discuss profound mysteries.

So, he started his cultivation journey again in Jiguanling. As for who would take over in Guangyuan Prefecture, he did not ask.

Practicing on the top of the mountain every day, there would naturally be movement. Jiguanaling is the highest mountain nearby. After he came back to practice, the sun was dazzling on the top of the mountain for a period of time during the day and at night.

At night, when the sky is pitch black, you can see a light in the sky, shining brightly in the sky.

To refine the Red Flame Divine Lamp, one must not only absorb the sun's essence, but also temper it at night, just like forging iron requires repeated forging.

However, since he had left Guangyuan Prefecture, he could no longer offer sacrifices to the Red Flame Divine Lamp in Zhu Ke's temple, so he searched for it in the mountains.

Fortunately, the magic of the Red Flame God's lineage has never been unpopular. There was a cultivator in the mountain who built an altar as a place for practice.

Because Zhao Fuyun was practicing the Pure Yang Treasure Book, although the magic weapon was called the Red Flame Divine Lamp, the method he practiced was not the Red Flame's way, so he did not need to build an altar in his practice place. Otherwise, he would have to build one. This way, his practice would naturally be much faster.

So he borrowed someone else's altar to refine the magic lamp.

In a blink of an eye, it has been sacrificed for the ninth time. After this time, there is no need to come here again, because after this time, the Red Flame Divine Lamp will become a magic weapon.

Zhao Fuyun stood at the edge of the altar, and he placed the lamp in the middle of the altar.

This altar looks like a sundial and is extremely mysterious.

On the Red Flame Divine Lamp, there was a faint line that passed through all the runes inside.

It also looked like a vine was growing from the base of the lamp, with the vine passing through a series of runes. These runes were like leaves growing on the vine, circling around the top.

If you look closely, you will find that at each node of the vine that connects the runes, something like roots has grown. These roots have penetrated deep into the lamp body, where a little bit of deep red is tightly wrapped by the roots.

Section by section, roots have already grown from the nodes of eight rune leaves.

The last section is at the top wick, where a knot is formed to truly bind the Red Flame Spirit.

The Red Flame Divine Lamp is on the altar.

It was noon.

The sun's light fell on the flame of the lamp, and the void seemed to be burning, going straight up to the sky, where an invisible flame was burning.

Zhao Fuyun closed his eyes and focused his consciousness deep into the lamp. His magic thoughts repeatedly outlined a series of "circular" magic symbols to bind the violent red flames. However, these were all false fires. He felt something was wrong and it should not be like this. If so, then it would be no different from the previous eight times.

However, this time, unlike the previous eight times, he felt that the flame had consciousness, as if it had come alive. 'Yanhuo' seemed to realize that someone was tying it up, so it wanted to struggle and leave.

He vaguely felt a huge force trying to break free and soar into the sky.

The eight circular magic talismans that were previously refined were tightly binding the lamp body.

He knew that he must not relax at this critical moment. His consciousness explored the depths of the flames, sensing the source of power.

Because he knew very well that only by finding the source of the fire power and binding it could he bind the Red Flame God who had fallen on the lamp.

He felt like he had entered a sea of fire.

He searched, going deeper and deeper in the sea of fire. Relying on the induction of the previous eight sacrifices, he found himself at a place. In the mist of fire before him, stood a huge bronze tree, the tree was unknown how many feet high, and on the tree were perched little suns.

The sun was golden red and dazzling. One of the stars at the bottom spotted Zhao Fuyun, so it moved.

When it moved, Zhao Fuyun discovered that it was a bird, the Golden Crow divine bird that existed in mythology and was the symbol of the sun in his heart.

It seemed as if it was offended and blasphemed. The moment it saw Zhao Fuyun, it flapped its wings and flew up. At that moment, golden light and flames surged up, covering the sky and earth.

Zhao Fuyun felt that he would be burned to ashes at this moment, but he still immediately sketched and drew circles in the void.

"Binding God!"

This is the spell that Zhao Fuyun comprehended from the circular magic talisman after he repeatedly offered sacrifices to the Red Flame Divine Lamp.

When the Golden Crow divine bird flapped its wings and took off, there was only a brilliant sight in his eyes; he could not see anything else, and his God-Binding Spell, based on instinct, fell towards the brightest spot.

He felt a violent struggle, so he drew the runes again and chanted the spell.

"Binding God!"

After seven times in a row, the dazzling light finally began to converge, and the huge struggling force also weakened a lot, and he no longer had the feeling that he was about to be broken free at any time.

Then in his consciousness, the golden bird that was bound by his own god-binding talisman returned, and his consciousness fell back into the lamp.

In an instant, the floating flame outside the lamp quickly shrank into the lamp.

Not only did the lamp turn golden, but the entire lamp body changed in an instant. The blue-black glaze was tinged with gold and red.

Zhao Fuyun opened his eyes and felt extremely tired, with a dry mouth and tongue. He felt that all the water in his body was about to evaporate. Even though he was practicing the Pure Yang Sutra, he felt like his body was on fire.

He quickly took out the nectar pills, which he bought specifically to nourish his body. He swallowed five pills in one breath. A cool feeling emanated from his body and he slowly felt cooler. He then breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the lamp in front of him.

The first thing he saw was the flame, which had turned into a golden red color. As he stared at it, he discovered that there seemed to be a bird perched in the flame.

Just like the golden crow bird perched on the huge bronze tree he had seen before.

A myth came to his mind, a god that did not belong to this world, or perhaps an ancient myth of this world.

"To the east of Penglai, on Mount Daiyu, there is a Fusang tree, a thousand feet high, on which live ten birds, the essence of the sun. Every day, one of the birds patrols the heaven and earth, representing the blazing sun..."

This is the myth about the sun in his mind, but what he just saw was an illusion or reality?

Zhao Fuyun didn't know.

(End of this chapter)