Chang'an City.
Old Pen Studio.
Ning Que, a time traveler, invited Yi Xiaochuan, also a time traveler, to his home. He had been preparing for this for a day.
Being a stranger in a foreign land.
I finally found an organization, how can I not be excited.
"Sangsang, is the chicken soup ready? Come on, senior, I'll finish it, you can do whatever you want..."
"Sangsang, the wine is gone. Where's the warm wine? Hurry up..."
"Sangsang..."
The dark-skinned little maid had been busy since Xiao Yi stepped into this family, or perhaps even before that, but her face was filled with a strong and unfading smile.
Because, as a young master, Ning Que was happy from the bottom of his heart.
As long as the young master is happy, she is happy.
The young master asked me to buy ten jars of fine wine at three taels of silver per jar without blinking an eye.
"What are your plans for the future?" asked Otsogawa.
"We have entered the second floor! We will practice first, get revenge, and then go home!"
"Now the earth is in chaos, and the spiritual energy is reviving!"
"Spiritual energy revival?"
"… "
Xiao Yi briefly recounted the current situation of the earth, and the two of them drank one glass of wine after another, and soon several jars were finished.
Then he looked at the back of the little maid named Sangsang, who was short and thin, with dark skin and ordinary eyebrows and eyes.
Very ordinary, but also unusual.
It gave him a strange feeling.
"She's extraordinary!"
"Ah?" Ning Que was a little drunk and dizzy.
"Okay, it's getting late. Thank you for your hospitality. I heard from Yan Se that you have the talent of a divine talisman master, so I'll give you two talismans! A gravity talisman and a cage..." He placed the two pieces of inheritance jade on the table, bowed to Sang Sang, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality. Take good care of your son. Oh, by the way, have you ever thought about practicing?"
The black girl shook her head violently.
"Haha, I'm leaving. See you at the academy in a few days..."
After leaving Chang'an City, Yi Xiaochuan found a secluded and deserted mountain between the academy and Chang'an City.
He pinched his fingers and snorted coldly: "Come out! You have been sneaking around since I entered Chang'an City. Now I give you a chance..."
No one appeared, only the starlight and the night wind.
"Hmph, in that case, I won't be polite..." Yi Xiaochuan stretched out his fingers, with vigorous spiritual energy between his fingers, making his fingers like a big brush, and began to draw talismans in the void.
The talisman light condensed at his fingertips and did not dissipate.
As the complicated talisman was perfected in the void, the spiritual energy of the entire world seemed to have found a home and rushed towards the fingers madly, and a strong wind suddenly arose between heaven and earth.
“Ga ga ga…”
A duck-voiced laugh was heard in the night wind, followed by the appearance of a very short Taoist priest in the night.
Yi Xiaochuan narrowed his eyes. The Taoist was not short, but he had no legs and was walking with his hands.
"I haven't been to Tang for a long time. I didn't expect to meet someone who has practiced the cage magic right after I arrived..."
There was no expression on the old Taoist's skinny face, which made him look lifeless. One could even say that he looked like a mummy.
And those eyes were filled with cruelty, endless blood and madness.
The Taoist priest was severely disabled. He had no feet, no legs, and even no buttocks. It was as if a sharp sword had once cut him off from the waist, so that only half of him was left.
Beheading is one of the cruelest forms of death in the world. Since it is called a death penalty, it is naturally beheading, which will cause the person to lose many important organs, drain all the blood from the body, and inevitably lead to death with a howl.
This old Taoist who was beheaded survived and lived for many years.
There is no doubt that this is a great cultivator who has crossed the sky-high threshold of the fifth realm of cultivation!
"Xi Ling Temple?"
“Ga ga ga…”
"Oh, Zhishou Temple!" Yi Xiaochuan nodded and said, "I have read the classics of the academy. There used to be a junior master who was said to be the most powerful and first-class figure in the world. He was invincible with his Haoran sword. You were not killed by him..."
"court death!"
It seemed as if what was said touched deep into his heart and the most tender part. The old Taoist priest became angry instantly, his hair standing on end with rage. With only half of his body left, he looked particularly funny and miserable when he moved, like a worm crawling.
His miserable cries echoed among the wild mountains and wilderness. An indescribable aura of terror instantly filled all the space, oppressing everything it could touch.
"I want you to die..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist monk struck Yi Xiaochuan hard with his palm, and a powerful force gushed out from his palm.
Yi Xiaochuan frowned, and the seal of the Lord of Mount Tai was raised instantly. The distant meaning of the symbol condensed between heaven and earth, and a strong airflow evaporated here.
"Get out of here!"
In the seemingly endless repulsive force, the fist punched forward without any hesitation.
The airflow is shattered, the meaning of the talisman is destroyed, and it returns to silence.
Otoshi Ogawa's face suddenly turned pale, his eyebrows raised like swords, and he looked extremely painful.
But the seal of the Lord of Mount Tai in his hand remained motionless, and the endless repulsive force created a perfect defensive force based on this point.
The Taoist's skinny palm seemed like a green lake that was standing upright but shrunk many times. An extremely clear and pure aura condensed on the palm was as viscous as lake water, but it gave people a sense of clarity and openness that made it impossible to tear it apart.
“So strong!”
Is this the strength of Yue Wujing
The endless repulsive force of the gravity symbol barely blocked the terrifying palm.
Even the Baxia Armor was activated.
A clear illusion takes shape!
It has a turtle shape, a ferocious head and a single horn, which makes it look doubly ferocious and it roars loudly.
Protect Xiao Yi's body in the middle.
Immediately, a mouthful of blood condensed in the bronze blood cup, and Xiao Yi tilted his head back and drank it.
Smack your lips.
"Your blood really stinks!"
"But is this the apocalypse recorded in the classics?"
Xiao Yi slowly raised his head, his eyes full of teasing.
The great supernatural power that transcends the five realms and the Taoist secret knowledge are called revelation from heaven.
Revelation is when a cultivator, with the utmost piety and faith, asks Heaven to grant him strength.
Xiao Yi didn't believe Haotian, but he used the power of the blood cup to steal this powerful skill, the power of the fifth realm.
He stretched out his hands, his palms facing the night sky.
The white light descended, and the beautiful and flowing holy milky white light exuded an unimaginable terrifying atmosphere.
Countless holy milky white light threads spread out from between his fingers, some hung down like umbrellas, protecting his body, while more of them shot out like sunlight in an instant, piercing into the big hand that was slapping him.
"Then... let's use the apocalypse to build a cage!!!"
Endless light descended from the sky and landed around the half-Taoist, forming a dense cage.
"How do you know the apocalypse?"
"How is this possible... Break it for me..."
Thousands of extremely subtle and crisp breaking sounds rang out almost simultaneously, like the strings of thousands of guqins being broken at the same time, or like the strings of thousands of iron centipede kites being broken at the same time.
Snap, snap, snap…
The thousands of golden threads in the cage were turned into tangled threads by the old Taoist's struggle and flew away in all directions, without any strength left.
But there are still countless golden threads weaving a cage to bind it.
"You can't escape!"