Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 632

  Chapter 632 Manifestation

  Master Qingxuan squinted his eyes, and the vast sea of ​​mana was applied to the bulge, trying to figure out what was buried in the ground.

  But as soon as his mana came into contact with the drum kit, it disappeared inexplicably.

  The disciples of Sanqing Temple were silent, staring at Master Qingxuan.

  Qingxuan Shang human bone fairy wind, holding a three-foot dust whisk in his hand, Haoran Fafo burst out continuously from his body, forming a mist around his body.

  Only when one reaches the realm of land gods, can one drive mana with mastery.

  Although Master Qingxuan is the head teacher of the Sanqing Temple, he usually does not show the mountains and dew the water, but he did not expect that the realm has climbed to the peak.

  It seems that the evil spirits cannot be the opponent of Master Qingxuan at all.

   "All the disciples listen to the order."

   "Using the array to contact the Taoist temples of all directions to discuss how to deal with the evil spirits entering the world."

  The disciples of Sanqingguan were a little surprised. At this time, the bulge at the bottom of the Suoxie Tower suddenly burst into a large number of gaps, and blood slowly seeped out.

   The smell of blood permeated the air, not only did it not smell rancid, but it was very fragrant.

  No matter what they think, the demons who are about to be born have already suffered a serious injury, so why waste spirit stones to contact other Taoist temples.

   "The disciple understands."

  Wu Qingfeng, the big disciple of Sanqingguan, was the first to react, saluted quickly, and then walked quickly towards the mountain guard formation.

  The Taoist priests around were stunned for a few moments, and then followed behind Wu Qingfeng.

  As Master Qingxuan's direct disciple, Wu Qingfeng understood his master's ways too well. The latter would only contact the head teachers of the Taoist sects when he was sure that there was a trouble that could not be dealt with.

   After all, as the head of Taoist sect, Sanqingguan is easy to be criticized for showing weakness.

  As for the several ancestors in Guanli, they closed the death test one after another hundreds of years ago, seeking the opportunity to become immortals and attain the Tao.

   Not even necessarily within the range of the Mountain Gate.

  Master Qingxuan sat cross-legged in the air, not daring to restrain his magic power at all.

   No one noticed, his back was soaked in sweat, his breathing became heavier, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

   "Could it be that the ancestors were really buried under the mass burial mounds back then?"

  Master Qingxuan couldn't help swallowing, don't look at the blood flowing out of the bulge, but only he knows that the means he uses with all his strength don't dare to say that he can break the outer shell of the demon.

  He didn't even know what the monster looked like.

  The giant egg seems to be buried in the bulge, which bred unspeakable demons.

  Master Qingxuan didn't have any confidence in being able to stop the hatching demons, but he had to pretend to be able to do so.

  If he is defeated, the disciples of Sanqing Temple will be panicked.

   At least half of the foundation of the Taoist temple for thousands of years will be destroyed in his hands. Master Qingxuan can only bite the bullet and suppress the demons.

   Fortunately, with the prestige of the Sanqing Temple, it is not difficult to call on the Taoist sects of the world.

   At most, for a month or a day, the land gods of the Taoist sect will gather in the Sanqing Temple, and no matter how terrifying the monsters are, they will be completely suppressed.

  Master Qingxuan secretly hoped that the speed of the monsters breaking through the ground would not be too fast.

   His heart was extremely confused, so he read the Taoist scriptures: "Heaven and earth are not perfect, saints are not omnipotent, and everything is useless."

   "Therefore, the vocation is born, the vocation is described in the shape of the place, the ordination is educated, and the responsibilities are appropriate..."

  Master Qingxuan calmed down, and then several brothers with lower cultivation levels rushed over to suppress the demon eggs with him.

   "Brother, you..."

  Master Ziyang stepped on the mana released by Master Qingxuan, and his expression became incredible, as if he was at the end of his battle.

  Master Qingxuan glanced at several Taoist priests with warning eyes, and murmured: "Do not see injustice, do not listen to injustice..."

  They didn't dare to say much when they saw this, they silently helped Master Qingxuan to stabilize the evil lock tower, and asked his disciples to deal with the evil cultivators in the tower.

  The Sanqing Temple immediately became crowded with thousands of disciples rushing to the Suoxie Pagoda.

  The Suoxie Pagoda originally held many vicious Taoist priests of the Wuzhuang Temple, and they needed to temporarily transfer the evil cultivators to the side hall.

  Because of being detained for too long, the Taoist priests of Wuzhuang Temple have lost their minds, and the numb ones are still controlled by them.

  One by one, the skinny men in black robes walked out of the pagoda, and were connected by long and narrow chains.

  The cultivation bases of Taoist priests of Wuzhuang Temple have been abolished, and their appearance is no longer the original "terrible deformity", but they still wear long robes.

  The disciples of the Sanqing Temple had chills in their backs and led the Taoist priests of the Wuzhuang Temple. They found that no matter where they went, the evil cultivators always looked at the bulging position.

  The half-exposed eyes in the black robe made their scalps tingle.

  The eyes are extremely fanatical, as if facing the statue of Earth Ancestor.

  When the Taoist priests of Wuzhuang Temple stopped in place, they would kneel down and kowtow with their heads until the blood stained the green bricks.

  The core disciples of the Sanqing Temple know the origin of the Suoxie Pagoda. It is said that the bones of the twelve earth ancestors who caused disasters to the world were excavated from here. I am afraid that the identity of the monster is not simple.

  They didn't have time to delve into it, and a large number of pilgrims poured into the Sanqing Temple.

  The incident of the land gods superseding demons in Sanqing Temple has spread to towns and villages hundreds of miles away without knowing it.

   Naturally, there are pilgrims who want to see the immortals, and maybe they can get a little bit of immortality.

  They don't care about demons. After all, Sanqing Temple is a holy place of Taoism. How could there be demons breaking through the ban of Suoxie Tower.

  In an inexplicable atmosphere, the Sanqing Temple has reached an impasse.

  The exuberant incense made the surrounding mountains and forests filled with smoke and dust, and red silk used by pilgrims to pray for blessings was hung everywhere on the tree branches.

  Master Qingxuan saw the crowds of people watching the Sanqing Temple, not only was he not happy, but he became more frightened, his forehead was covered with sweat.

  He waited in fear for two days, almost without sleep.

  Master Qingxuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he just felt that the days seemed like years. After receiving the response from the Bafang Daomen, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

  The land gods of all Taoist sects will set off to Sanqing Temple in a few days.

  Master Qingxuan is now afraid that his comrades will be smart and think that the Sanqing meditation wants to expand their reputation, so they didn't leave immediately.

  KaKaKa…

  Master Qingxuan's ears moved slightly, and then he looked nervously at the bulge.

  Master Ziyang pretended to be relaxed and said: "Senior Brother Qingxuan, it's okay. Since the ban lasted for several days without damage, it means that monsters are not so easy to be born."

  The rest of the Taoist priests agreed, but at the same time, their eyes never left the drum bag.

   "Something is wrong, I hear..."

   Before Master Qingxuan finished speaking, gravel rolled down from a corner of the bulge, as if a demon egg buried deep in the ground was breathing.

  He stared at the bulge with a solemn face, and saw more and more falling gravel, finally revealing a hole of about half a meter.

   The hole was pitch black, and the blood flowing out of it became even more turbulent.

  Under the volatilization of blood, there is a delicate fragrance covering the Sanqing Temple.

  Master Qingxuan glanced at Master Huangshi, who had the lowest level of cultivation, from the corner of his eye, and noticed that the latter's expression became intoxicated, and he took a deep breath of air intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was enjoying the fragrance.

  Even Master Huangshi is like this, let alone an ordinary disciple.

  All the Sanqing Temple disciples within a kilometer away from Gu Bao stood in place, breathing hard, and their faces turned red.

  Master Qingxuan felt chills down his spine, because he discovered that the bodies of the outer disciples had produced unspeakable alienation and distortion.

  Although the alienation is very slight, it will lead to disaster in the long run.

   "Evil heretics, dare to cholera Taoism."

  Master Qingxuan gritted his teeth and shot, took out a blue and white porcelain bowl and put it upside down on the bulge, forming an enchantment to block the smell.

   A gust of wind blew out from the cuffs, and the fragrance disappeared immediately.

  The disciple of Sanqingguan came back to his senses, and then he noticed the alienation of his body, and quickly suppressed it with his legs crossed, for fear that he would go crazy.

  They dare not approach the pagoda unscrupulously, and panic has begun to spread.

  Master Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the monster's means to be so easily blocked.

   Immediately afterwards, he realized that if the mere smell from the demon could cause large-scale alienation, how terrifying would the body be? Could it really involve the Earth Ancestor?

  KaKaKa…

   The crack is still spreading, and the hole is already two meters in size.

  The deep and boundless darkness in the hole seemed to hide a secret. Master Qingxuan unconsciously concentrated his attention, and his throat couldn't help swallowing saliva.

  In his eyes, the hole is like the **** mouth of a demon.

  Master Qingxuan trembled all over, as if seeing countless eyes in the depths of the hole, or piled up corpses.

   He was in a trance when a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in his ear.

   "Qingxuan, where is the boy guarding the medicine furnace?"

  Master Qingxuan was sitting on pins and needles, covering his head with his hands. The memory from hundreds of years ago stimulated his soul, making him have to recall the picture.

   "Master, the boy has fallen into the medicine furnace, please save him quickly..."

   "There is no need to save it, adding some fresh blood food is not a bad thing, it can increase the potency of the medicine, don't you think so, Qingxuan?"

   "Brother, Brother Qingxuan!!"

  Master Qingxuan was awakened by Master Ziyang, his memory receded like a tide, and his eyes were filled with incomparable fear as he looked towards Kongdong.

   "You didn't watch it, did you...that..."

   "Senior brother Qingxuan, why don't you go and rest for half a day, the bulge is covered by your celadon bowl, how can I see it clearly."

  Master Qingxuan shook off Master Ziyang's arm, closed his eyes and said, "I'm fine, and it's impossible for me to have something. Just wait a few more days, and Xieyi will never have a chance to get out of trouble."

   "Ziyang, prepare to close the mountain."

  Master Ziyang showed concern, and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Master Huangshi.

  Master Qingxuan is the only land **** who has not closed the death test in the Sanqing Temple. If he does not guard the Suoxie Pagoda, something will happen sooner or later.

  Master Ziyang had no choice but to give up and pay attention to Master Qingxuan from time to time.

  He found that since Master Qingxuan was frightened, he was not as stable as before, and his mental state became weird.

  Occasionally laughs or cries bitterly, but more often is silent.

  Master Ziyang was a little at a loss, if Master Qingxuan accidentally went crazy, Sanqingguan would definitely suffer from it.

   What caught him off guard was that Master Qingxuan was not the only one suffering from madness, and soon the Taoist priests in charge of the ban began to become abnormal.

   They talked to themselves, and screams of terror came from their mouths.

  It lasted no more than ten days, and they suddenly regained their usual calmness, and there was no ghost roaring and screaming on the evil lock tower.

   On the contrary, Master Ziyang was busy dealing with the closure of the mountain, and he did not appear mentally abnormal, but he became more and more afraid of demons.

  There are no pilgrims at the mountain gate, and the Sanqing Temple is silent again.

  The materials stored in the door are enough to last half a year's consumption, but everyone in the Sanqing Temple noticed something unusual.

  Master Ziyang would hear movement from the celadon bowl every few days, it seemed that the hole that Master Qingxuan occasionally talked about was constantly expanding.

   At the same time, the barrier formed by the celadon bowl is gradually becoming transparent.

  Master Ziyang had no choice but to use formations to release dense fog to cover the Suoxie Pagoda, and set it as a forbidden area within several kilometers.

  He also gave up the idea of ​​checking the bulge, and waited for the support from the rest of the sects.

  Master Ziyang stayed at the outer gate, and the only way to communicate with monks such as Master Qingxuan was through sound-transmitting talismans.

  Seeing that support was coming, he became more and more uneasy in his heart.

   Master Ziyang has been sleepless for a long time, and always feels that there seems to be an idea in his drum that affects him, and he often walks towards the Suoxie Pagoda in a daze.

  In the depression, he didn't realize at all that the barrier was already visible to the naked eye, and most of the soil on the surface of the bulge fell off.

  Until this day, the mist formation enveloping the Suoxie Tower failed inexplicably.

  Master Ziyang was too late to react, so he exposed the Suoxie Pagoda to the Sanqing Temple,

  All the disciples of Sanqingguan looked at the drum bag, whether intentionally or not.

   Their expressions changed several times, including Master Ziyang, their eyes were full of disbelief, and their worldview was completely subverted.

  The existence of the bottom of the evil lock tower has been revealed for the most part.

   But it wasn't any monster, and it didn't involve the ancestors of the earth. It was a sacred, solemn fairy **** who broke out of the ground.

  The fairy **** has bursts of halo around the back of his head, wearing a blue-purple Taoist robe, whisking the dust with his left hand, and wishing with his right hand, the white air exhaled from his mouth and nose turns into a crane and flies among the mountains.

  Master Ziyang carefully recalled the characteristics of the three ancestors, and it seems that they can be found in the gods.

  The fear in his heart disappeared, and he shouted in a mysterious way: "Welcome to the arrival of the Taoist ancestor, welcome the arrival of the Taoist ancestor..."

  Thousands of disciples paid homage to the Taoist ancestor one after another, and the doubts in their hearts dissipated, leaving only the enthusiasm of "hearing the Tao in the morning, and dying in the evening".

"well…"

  Ren Qing couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Looking at the appearance of the Sanqing Temple Taoist priest, he knew that his current image was very bluffing.

  His current body and soul are a bit embarrassing, and the Sanqing breath still remains, hidden in the flesh and bones like a gangrene.

  Tian Daosheng has just been promoted to the yin difference state, and still needs a long time of practice.

  The information flow threw all the alienation to him, which made it difficult for Ren Qing to completely eliminate it in a short time, and because of his natural Taoism, alienation could not hurt the root of the body and soul.

  Ren Qing's body became terribly deformed under the effect of alienation. In the distorted cognition of the outside world, he can naturally be compared to the three ancestors.

  He doesn't need to cast spells, relying on the external image to convince the Three Cleans.

  As long as he maintains this appearance, Ren Qing will be the way of heaven to show his holiness to the outside world.

   "Forget it, let's eliminate alienation as soon as possible."

  Ren Qing looked up at the sky. In the black and white clouds, there seemed to be a dark shadow wriggling vaguely, which might be the limbs of the Three Daozu.

  He spat out a spiritual vein containing Youyuan from his mouth, which directly parasitized at the bottom of Sanqingguan.

  Ren Qing didn't need to teach spells, and the Taoist priests of the Sanqing Temple took the initiative to absorb Youyuan, especially the high-level monks who were mainly masters of Qingxuan.

  (end of this chapter)

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