A few days later, Xiniu Hezhou, the corner of Lingshan.
Taoist Wenjing clutched his left shoulder, his pretty face was pale and bloodless, his own breath was fluctuating, and the blood-colored gauze skirt on his body seemed even brighter.
Behind Taoist Wenjing, a man and a woman transformed into primordial beasts knelt on one knee, each wounded;
Most of the chest of the man transformed from the beast was dented, and the bones around the injury were shattered.
After careful identification, the outline of this basin-sized wound is exactly that of a cow's hoof...
The atmosphere is slightly depressing.
In front of Taoist Wen Jing was the remnant of a ferocious beast, and the pressure on it had not dissipated.
The remnant body was more than two feet long and looked like a fierce black-haired bear. At this time, the body was mutilated and beyond recognition. It was obvious that it had been attacked by a violent storm before it fell.
On the other side of the remnant body, several figures sat in the shadows, all of them were veterans with patched robes.
An old Taoist stared at the shoulders covered by Taoist Wenjing with a divine light in his eyes, and said suspiciously:
"Blue Ox? Laojun's mount
Just a mount, you beat you like this? "
Taoist Wenjing hurriedly said: "Deputy leader, that green bull is very powerful, and it is also an ancient alien species, it is quite difficult to deal with!
He has a steel ring in his hand, which is a secret treasure refined by Laojun, which can hold all kinds of magic weapons. He also has a fan, which fanned us out of the sky with just one blow..."
"Asshole!"
There was a short, fat old man with a murderous look on the side, cursing: "Yuantu sword was not retrieved, and you were forced into such a mess by a mount, what use is Lingshan to you!"
"Deputy Hierarch, yes, it's the water god!"
Behind Wen Jing, the woman transformed into a ferocious beast immediately shouted:
"It was the Heavenly Court Water God who made the move. He must have figured this out and ambushed around that traitor Iron Fan early on!"
The five old Taoists looked at each other a few times, and the old Taoist in the middle said in a deep voice:
"Is this true?"
Wen Jing frowned and pursed her lips, silent.
The woman shouted tremblingly: "I also ask the deputy leader to spare me, this matter is absolutely true!
That dao rhyme breath, I will definitely not admit it wrong, that kind of paper figure is now only the water god's family in the three realms! "
The eyes of the old Taoists suddenly sharpened.
The short and fat old man who used to put on a bad face immediately scolded: "Hmph! You are so gentle, why didn't you report it before?"
Taoist Wenjing was hesitant to speak, and there was a little hesitation in his beautiful eyes, as if he was weighing something.
The man turned into a ferocious beast looked up at Wen Jing's back, and a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth, pretending to be embarrassed, and said in a low voice:
"Vice leader, please don't blame Commander Wen Jing for this matter!
At that time, the water god appeared, and we were in a panic. It was the incarnation of the water god that Wen Jing commanded to kill, so we could escape smoothly and come back to report the matter to the deputy leader. "
"What did you say?"
An old Taoist stood up immediately, his eyes widened, and he shouted, "Wen Jing, did you really kill the incarnation of the water god?"
Taoist Wenjing turned his head and glared at the man, who immediately lowered his head, as if quite panicked.
Really? A contest of senior actors.
"Asshole!"
The short and fat old man shouted and cursed: "Recently, the teacher gave his life, not to provoke the water god Li Changgeng for a hundred years, Wen Jing, you know this, and you even killed the incarnation of the water god!
That water god will take revenge, with a gloomy mind, and will definitely take revenge on our Lingshan! "
Another old Taoist beside him sighed: "Wen Jing, do you know that there was a brother who once destroyed an incarnation of the water god, and it was too bad to teach Zhao Gongming to target him. At that time, the water god had not yet gained power.
Now the God of Water has to be crowned Taibaijinxing, to be in charge of the great catastrophe... Are you still afraid of him, and have less hatred for us? "
Taoist Wenjing slowly closed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, his eyes were a little helpless and slightly mocking.
She sighed softly and said:
"If we don't kill the incarnation of the water god, none of us will be able to come back here;
If the deputy leader felt that Wen Jing had done something wrong, Wen Jing would take the punishment herself.
But in the end, there was some dissatisfaction in my heart.
His water god is just an incarnation of the golden fairyland there. If he is not killed, we will not be able to live. Why can't we kill him? "
"Wen Jing, who are you flirting with? You!"
The grumpy, short and fat old man was scolding loudly, when he heard a soft sigh, the old man's loud voice stopped abruptly.
A figure in a gray robe appeared strangely in front of Taoist Wenjing.
There is no ripple in the universe!
Several old Taoists hurriedly stood up, hurriedly bowed to the gray-robed figure, and said in unison:
"teacher."
Taoist Wenjing trembled, and immediately bowed his head and knelt down, not daring to look up at the gray-robed old Taoist.
This breath, this faint coercion...
The true pillar of Western religion, the six sages guide Taoists!
"Wen Jing pays homage to the Great Hierarch!"
"Yeah," Jieyin responded, with his hands hanging by his sides, his figure slightly stooped, "raise your head."
A few drops of cold sweat dripped from Taoist Wenjing's pale cheeks, and his Daoist heart was icy cold.
The coercion of the saint, the secret in her heart, and such a short distance made her Dao heart almost instantly fall.
But after all, she is the Taoist Primordial Horned Mosquito, a monstrous beast that walked out of the sea of blood, with a strong heart, slowly raised her head at this moment, and the pupils in her long and narrow phoenix eyes were constantly trembling.
With half-drowned eyelids, that gaze seems to be able to completely see through Wen Jing's Dao heart!
Wen Jing didn't dare to speak at this time, her mind went blank, and she forced herself to repeatedly think about the situation of the small world war a few days ago...
The violent green bull tore the beast with both hands;
She tore apart the paper priest of the water god in the blink of an eye...
"do not be afraid."
Taoist Jieyin said this, took a step forward, bypassed the figure of Taoist Wenjing, and walked in front of the man transformed into a ferocious beast.
"look up."
The man who was bowing his head shook his Adam's apple up and down, raised his head quickly, and looked at the saint...
After a while, the wide sleeves of the guiding Taoist robe swayed slightly, the man's eyes dimmed instantly, and his figure suddenly collapsed, turning into a small pile of black fine sand.
There are no more fluctuations in life.
The leading Taoist said in a slow voice: "Wen Jing has been promoted to the top of the Dark Guardian."
After saying that, the body of the leading Taoist gradually faded away, and disappeared with the wind amidst the voices of those veteran Taoists leading their orders.
Taoist Wenjing's complexion was pale, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
But there was a little smile on the corner of her mouth, and she bowed to the depths of Lingshan to thank her.
"Wen Jing thank you Eldest Master!"
The faces of those old Taoists were a bit complicated, and when they saw the graceful figure of Taoist Wenjing, they already showed some gentle smiles.
The short, fat old man who scolded Wenjing the most fiercely just now turned around and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.
Half an hour later, Taoist Wenjing entered the cave.
The sound of mosquitoes passed by, and Taoist Wenjing appeared, lying powerlessly on the bed, and let out a long sigh of relief.
damn...
She was like the rest of her life after a catastrophe, and she couldn't help but think of the passage she heard a few days ago, which came from the voice of the Lord Water God...
No, at this time it is Lord Xingjun.
[Wen Jing, it's me.
The cow spirit in front of you is Laojun's mount, and its strength is higher than yours.
Your identity, even in front of Laojun's cattle, should not be revealed in half.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, you might as well behead one of my Paper Daoists, and later bring one or two of your subordinates to flee back to Lingshan, so as to claim credit and consolidate your position in Lingshan.
Everything is adaptable, so don't hesitate to attack me later.]
On the bed, Taoist Wenjing frowned slightly, feeling the impact of the saint's coercion just now, his pale complexion quickly returned to rosy.
'How long does your lord want me to lurk in the Western religion
And what the hell am I doing here? '
The dark protector is the first, one of the three major protectors of the Western religion, second only to a few vice-leaders, and above ordinary saint disciples.
Taoist Wenjing sighed quietly...
This errand is really getting harder and harder to do.
…
'Wen Jing should be fine. '
On Little Qiongfeng, in the scroll of a certain mural in the underground secret room, Li Changshou's body was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.
This time, letting Taoist Wenjing "take it rashly" and kill him as a paper Taoist incarnation to go back to receive meritorious service is still a bit too aggressive and unsafe.
Although he thought he did it flawlessly, it was done on purpose after all, and it was easy to reveal a flaw.
Well, it's useless to think too much.
Wen Jing should have returned to Lingshan by now. She is a ferocious beast and a ruthless horn. If she encounters a dangerous situation, she will be able to deal with it by herself, so I don't have to worry too much about whether she will be exposed.
A prehistoric old man like Wen Jing who cherishes his life will never make fun of her own life.
I still worry, if the West teaches Wen Jing too many benefits, will Wen Jing be soft-hearted when the time comes in the future...
Immortal consciousness caught the beautiful shadow of Ling'e coming from the edge of the lake on a cloud, and Li Changshou sat back in the bamboo chair, closed his eyes and concentrated, and continued to deal with the funeral.
Qingniu and Iron Fan also survived a 'small catastrophe' this time.
On the same day, the scene of the bull hammering the majestic beast made Iron Fan obviously stunned...
She is an educated youth with extraordinary strength, but she never expected that she would be so arrogant!
Aunt Wen, whom she had always feared and revered, was severely injured by the palm of her hand, the lover she had entrusted to protect for the rest of her life at the cost of sacrificing herself...
What Li Changshou said to Iron Fan, the Paper Taoist who appeared after the war, reversed many of Iron Fan's inherent impressions.
"Tie Fan, you also have to try to trust the people around you, don't always take on everything by yourself.
Many things that seem difficult to you may be just a trivial matter to Senior Brother Qingniu. "
Instantly raised Qingniu's family status by several ranks!
"Brothers".
At the end of this fierce battle in the valley, Qingniu, under Li Changshou's secret guidance, swung a mysterious wind with a plantain fan, sending Taoist Wenjing and the other two fierce beasts directly tens of thousands of miles away.
Afterwards, Qingniu hurriedly left the Little Thousand World with the silver-haired girl who couldn't recover, and Li Changshou's Paper Daoist, and went straight back to the land of Wubuzhou.
The iron fan was targeted by the Western religion, so naturally he couldn't continue to play in the mountains and rivers.
And most importantly...
Qingniu has been wandering around for so long, and it's time to return to his job.
Under Li Changshou's arrangement, the iron fan was sent to the Zhoushang tribe in Nanfangbu, where Kong Xuan took care of it, and happened to be a playmate with Qiqing's reincarnation.
Qingniu will later, like Ao Yi, go down to earth to meet with Iron Fan every once in a while;
If you can get Laojun's consent, it's okay for Qingniu to stay in the mortal world for a while.
Half a day ago, Li Changshou had entrusted Qingniu with the golden rope, and Qingniu brought it back to Dousita Palace.
This is the end of the matter of [Looking for Cows].
Having said that, how could a Qingniu and Uncle Zhao move so fast
Do you really have no worries about the future catastrophe
Li Changshou could only laugh at this, and took advantage of the fact that everything was stable during this period of time, and the western sect danced unhappily, and reviewed the arrangements for the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods several times.
Fighting against the sky, you must be cautious, no matter how stable you are, it will not be too much.
As a result, a more serious question was placed in front of Li Changshou.
Should he devote some energy to comprehend the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu, change from the previous 'casual practice' to 'study hard', so as to enter the last two realms
Li Changshou had already noticed before that the Bajiu Xuangong was not perfect. For the human race, they lacked the naturally powerful physical body of the Wu clan, so there would always be some regrets in practicing the Bajiu Xuangong.
But the solution to this problem has been entrusted by Queen Yan to Li Changshou.
Ancestral witch origin essence and blood.
Nine is the extreme of yang numbers, and eight is the extreme of yin numbers. For example, the saying of "nine palaces and eight trigrams", eight or nine mysterious skills also have many meanings.
Of course, it can also be understood as the name Bajiu Xuangong, which means that it is missing a "point" and cannot return to the original.
This may be hindered by the way of heaven, or it may be that Empress Hou Tu could not deduce this skill to perfection, and in the end the essence and blood of the ancestral witch was needed to make up for the shortcomings.
Li Changshou tried to deduce it for a few days, and found that there was a huge difference in power between the Bajiu Xuangong with the blood essence of the ancestor witch and the Bajiu Xuangong without the blood essence of the ancestor witch.
If you can get the blood and essence of the ancestral witches to help you practice this profound art to the extreme, you will have one more supernatural power—
As long as the primordial spirit does not die, the physical body can be reborn at any time!
Although there are thousands of methods of body cultivation left in the prehistoric world, this mystery is the only one who can do this.
Apart from wasting one's energy and distracting one's understanding of the Dao of Balance, what harm can there be in practicing this skill
In fact, there is not. Generally speaking, there are more ways to save lives.
Otherwise, practice for decades
From now on, until the Six Sages rushed to Zixiao Palace to discuss the matter of conferring gods, these decades were a rare gap.
Li Changshou hesitated for a few days, but finally made up his mind to adjust the level of supervision of the Heavenly Court, Immortal League, and Lintian Temple to the lowest level he could accept, and began to study the Bajiu Xuangong with all his strength.
This pondering, but is infatuated, unable to extricate themselves.
Li Changshou gave up the insights he had gained from "casual practice" before, and started to carefully scrutinize and comprehend carefully from the beginning, almost reaching the point where he had forgotten everything.
In addition, the frequency of his leaving the secret room has been greatly reduced.
Every time Ling'e saw her senior brother, she found that the senior brother was either frowning or meditating. It was rare for her to be so focused on her own practice.
'Brother, this is... have you encountered a bottleneck? '
Thinking so, Ling'e could only burn a few more sticks of incense in front of the master's memorial tablet, wishing her brother a breakthrough as soon as possible.
By the way, Ling'e temporarily sacrificed her practice, and took the initiative to help her senior brother pay attention to the affairs of the Immortal League, and share some trivial chores for her senior brother.
What shocked Ling'e was that the brother's state lasted for more than ten years!
Brother, are you thinking about how to be holy
Are you going to kill the three corpses
What kind of entrance should be able to block the bottleneck of the senior brother for more than ten years!
Ling'e became more and more worried.
Fortunately, Li Changshou did not retreat for a long time, and went out every few months to deal with various affairs and give advice on Longji's practice several times.
Although Ling'e was worried, she didn't dare to ask more questions, for fear of putting more pressure on her senior brother.
In the sixteenth year of earnestly practicing Eighty-Nine Xuangong, Li Changshou began to refine some elixir, began to soak in medicinal baths, began to practice some ordinary sword techniques, spear techniques, and boxing techniques, and began to arrange some thunder, fire, water, and wind blows. Kill the big formation, then walk into the formation like a leisurely stroll, and enjoy the bombardment of the formation...
On this day, Li Changshou had just walked out of the killing formation outside the alchemy room, his spirit was refreshed, his eyes were clear, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as he deduced the beauty of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu from the bottom of his heart.
Finally, I realized again the comfort of being enlightened by accident before becoming a fairy...
"Master, brother?"
"Um?"
Li Changshou collected his mind, looked at Ling'e, who was wearing a practice uniform, and said in a gentle voice, "What's wrong?"
"Senior Brother," Ling'e asked worriedly, "Are you stuck in the bottleneck for too long, and your Dao heart is a little unstable?"
Afterwards, Ling'e came over, rubbed Li Changshou's arm, and said softly:
"Actually, you don't need to put too much pressure on yourself, there is no rush in practicing.
There are many people who have a bottleneck of hundreds or thousands of years of immortal card cultivation, but you, brother, have only been stuck for more than ten years, which is very common. "
Li Changshou: ...
"I'm actually practicing a kind of profound art," Li Changshou said seriously. "This kind of mysterious art has reached the later stage. It needs to use the power of heaven and earth to temper the body and soul. I just use the formation method to make a trick."
Ling'e blinked: "Xuan Gong?"
"Here," Li Changshou handed over a jade talisman, "It's a gift from Empress Houtu, and there are some annotations from me in it, you don't need to practice, just look at it."
Ling'e asked in a low voice: "Brother, is it because my aptitude is too poor, so I can't practice?"
"No, this technique requires some suffering, and it doesn't have much effect on you," Li Changshou said, "Also, if you don't control it properly, you will become... a smart figure."
Ling'e shook her slender hand, put the jade talisman back into Li Changshou's hand, and immediately took three steps back, cupping her fists at Li Changshou.
"Farewell, no need, thank you brother!"
Li Changshou smiled without saying a word, took back the jade talisman prepared for Yang Jian, and said, "Go and call Ling Li over."
After saying that, he floated back to the alchemy room with his hands behind his hands, ready to open the furnace to refine the panacea that strengthens the physical body.
Not long after, Ling'e hurried over with Xiong Lingli.
Li Changshou asked Xiong Lingli a simple question.
[Do you want to become stronger.]
Xiong Lingli nodded resolutely, with a little expectation on that lovely face, she whispered:
"Cousin, I am an idiot in cultivating Yuan Shen Dao. I can't understand many truths. I haven't been able to become a fairy for so many years...
Hehe, I have never been able to really bigu, so I am embarrassed. "
Li Changshou stopped busy in his hands, took out a flagon from his arms, and said with a smile:
"You already have the blood of the witch clan, and now you have practiced Taoism for a long time, which really proves that you can't walk this way."
Xiong Lingli sighed a little disappointed.
Ling'e hurriedly said: "Uncle Lingli, don't worry, senior brother said that there must be a way to help you strengthen your strength."
"That's right." Li Changshou pushed the jug over with his immortal force, "There is half a drop of the blood essence of the ancestral witch dissolved in it, and it is the most stable and gentle blood essence of Houtu.
I have calculated that this is the limit you can bear.
Next, you drink this wine every month and practice this set of exercises at the same time. "
While speaking, Li Changshou took out two scrolls from his sleeves and spread them out in front of Xiong Lingli.
"In order to make it easier for you to comprehend, I have made pictures of the movement path of the mana in the body and various practice tricks. Maybe you can understand it?"
Xiong Lingli nodded heavily, eyes full of excitement.
So, decades later.
…
It has only been three years and four months since Taoist Patriarch decided that the six sages would go to Zixiao Palace to discuss the matter of conferring gods.
Li Changshou has been practicing steadily in the mountains for the past few decades, which makes Ling'e quite happy...
On this day, Li Changshou finished his study of Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu and officially left the customs. He found Ling'e who had just finished enlightenment by the lake, and told Ling'e not to go out, because he had something to do to go out.
The corners of Ling'e's mouth twitched slightly, and she muttered a few words:
"Senior Brother, what you should worry about now is not that I am going out, but that someone is coming to our Little Qiongfeng."
"Oh, you're right too."
Li Changshou sighed softly, and looked at the... that extra 'mountain' by the lake... I don't know when.
"Um?"
Sensing Li Changshou's gaze, the peak of the hundreds of feet high mountain slowly twisted, revealing an incomparably huge 'cute face'.
Xiong Lingli!
She was squatting on the ground, raised her extremely thick arms that were hundreds of feet long, and shook Li Changshou 'slightly'.
A thunderous 'shout' exploded by the lake, causing waves on the surface of the water.
"Brother! You-out-off-la-"
Ling'e couldn't help putting one hand on her forehead, and Li Changshou was very happy in his heart.
Fortunately, under the action of Zu Wu's essence and blood, this guy no longer needs to eat, otherwise Little Qiongfeng would have gone bankrupt a few years ago!
Li Changshou asked loudly, "How do you feel recently?"
"I have become stronger and stronger!"
Xiong Lingli was full of joy, and said in detail: "Didn't you say that you want me to go to the Heavenly Court to be a gatekeeper of Julius, when will we go there?"
"Just wait for you to practice the Transformation Technique," Li Changshou put his hands in his sleeves, admiring Xiong Lingli's majestic and stalwart figure, admiring for a while.
Tsk, another fierce general.