Since ancient times, the human race and the demon race have been like fire and water, and the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere.
The monsters are all cultivated by monsters. As the so-called non-me race has a different heart, in order to compete for resources, since ancient times, the human race and the monster race have been at war many times. There is no room for turning around.
Luo Jianqing still knows the battle that Zuo Yunmo said lasted for 230 years. That battle was a blood book in the history of the war between the two races. Among the monks of the Mahayana period, one of them is still the master of Haoming Peak of Mount Taihua, a master of Luo Jianqing.
However, Luo Jianqing has only been practicing for thirty-six years. The era he lives in has long been peaceful. He Qinghaiyan, the two clans have not had a war for a hundred years. High-level monsters can't go into seclusion, and humans don't take the initiative to provoke disputes. Only monks below the integration stage and monsters below the eighth level will fight in border wars, but there will be no wars.
The Ten Thousand Beasts Ridge, where Luo Jianqing often goes, is a three-way zone set up by the human race and the demon race. Monster beasts below the eighth-order can enter at will, and monks below the fusion stage can also enter. Here life and death depend on fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, and the two clans can freely vent their hatred and slaughter arbitrarily.
Zuo Yunmo's chuckle sounded in the quiet courtyard: "Senior brother, although True Monarch Beidou is not strong enough, he did many extraordinary feats in that war, so he won a lot of treasures. The relics you went to experience this time. It is his birthright magic weapon, the Big Dipper Seven-Star Formation, which is a ground-level formation that can kill Nascent Soul cultivators, but unfortunately the ruins are closed now, otherwise you can take it and it will be of great use in the future.”
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing raised the corners of his lips slightly and asked, "Junior brother, when did you plan so well?"
Zuo Yunmo said helplessly: "In half a year, it will be the sect competition, senior brother, I don't want to be reprimanded by the head master again."
After the two talked and laughed again, the Qianzhihe fluttered its wings and slowly flew to the sky, and soon disappeared from Luo Jianqing's field of vision. Looking at the clear sky, Luo gradually narrowed his eyes slowly, then turned around with his sleeves and returned to his room.
After coming back, Luo Jianqing directly took out the blood-red jade tablet from the ring and looked at it carefully.
"Nine Duotian Lu", the name is domineering enough, just the word "duotian" makes Luo Jianqing awe-inspiring.
True Monarch Beidou said that this was a secret he got, but Luo Jianqing thought it was impossible. Even if that Big Dipper True Monarch gained a lot of property in the war and opened up a ruin that far surpassed the ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, he should not have obtained such a heaven-defying technique.
If True Monarch Beidou really practiced this technique, he would not have been chased down by monsters and fell to a great level, and finally died tragically.
After the battle with the phantom demon fox, Luo Jianqing only remembered that he was in pain, and then his memory was lost for a while. When he woke up again, he saw Li Xiuchen covered in blood.
After Li Xiuchen woke up in the past two days, although his eyes were blind, his ears were not deaf and his mouth was not dumb. Luo Jianqing asked people to probe his tone. Li Xiuchen said that he only remembered that he had reached the last level, and he did not know how to change. became like this.
—Li Xiuchen also lost his memory.
Luo Jianqing intuition that this matter is definitely not simple, he and Li Xiuchen may have been wiped out of memory by some power.
After thinking about it, Luo Jianqing could only think that this matter was probably related to True Monarch Beidou, but there was no way to enter the ruins and find out the truth.
After more than two months of rebirth, Luo Jianqing clearly felt that the spiritual power in his body was slowly passing away. At such a speed, it is absolutely impossible for the Zongmen Dabi to beat him, the second junior brother Zuo Yunmo, who has always been cultivating hard, and even the third junior sister Wei Qiongyin to defeat him.
Most importantly, his realm may fall.
Thinking of this, Luo Jianqing tightly held the blood-red jade card in his hand.
Time passes outside the window, the sunset slowly sets, and the clear moon rises from the east. After the morning sun jumped out of the ground on the second day, Luo Jianqing walked silently to the window, staring at the bright and full sun, and finally sighed a long time and returned to the couch.
This time, Luo Jianqing set up a barrier around the house and asked no one to enter.
He probed a ray of spiritual consciousness into the jade tablet, but after a while, the deafening voice sounded again, and the secret words on the "Nine Duotian Lu" were read out in his mind. Luo Jianqing closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the soft slump, and pinched his hands in the air.
At the beginning, his speed was extremely slow, but the later he went, the faster his speed became, and finally a phantom was formed.
"Heaven and the earth are not benevolent, and regard all things as cud dogs; the years have no trace, and all living beings are treated like shoes."
"My generation of cultivators, cultivate their original heart, cultivate themselves, cultivate all things in the world, but not the way of heaven!"
"What are you repairing!"
Luo Jianqing's body was full of blue light, and this thunderous voice rumbled in his mind. He suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head upwards, his eyes pierced through the roof, and looked directly at the sky!
"I cultivate the law of winning the way of heaven, I go against the way of heaven, I am heaven!"
As soon as the voice fell, I saw the three-petaled green lotus between Luo Jianqing's eyebrows, and an ancient breath slowly emerged from the ground, forming a phantom of nothingness, like thin snakes, entangled in Luo Jianqing body of. But Luo Jianqing didn't seem to notice anything. After these thin snakes stretched into his body, they all turned into hot aura.
The aura boiled like magma, madly slamming into every inch of Luo Jianqing's meridians, causing him to bite his teeth in pain, but blood still dripped from the corners of his lips. This bloodshot contains vast spiritual power. After that, Luo Jianqing could no longer bear to spit out a mouthful of blood!
The spiritual power in the blood is as vast as rivers. Fortunately, Luo Jianqing's enchantment was clothed with the magic weapon given to him by the sixth junior brother, which can block the exploration of the monks in the Yuanying period. The Great Elder of the Yitian Sect was only in the middle stage of Jindan, and did not find any abnormality at all.
The first mouthful of blood was just the beginning. Next, with the penetration of the thin snake, Luo Jianqing vomited mouth after mouthful of blood, as if to vomit all the blood in his body. The spiritual power contained in these blood slammed into the enchantment frantically, and was finally blocked by the enchantment one by one, slowly dissipating in the air and returning to the heaven.
Luo Jianqing's realm kept falling at this moment.
Early stage of Jindan, late stage of foundation building, middle stage of foundation building…
In the end, it fell directly into the Qi refining period!
When he vomited out the last mouthful of blood, Luo Jianqing was shocked, and the whole person collapsed back weakly and lost consciousness.
At this moment, a sigh-like voice sounded low in his mind: ""Nine Lotus Books"... Is it a descendant of Yu Xiaofeng?"
As the sound fell, the thunderous sound sounded again!
"The spirit of grass and trees only competes for spring and autumn; if you want to follow the sky, why not win the sky!"
"Grab the spirit of plants and trees, and the laws of Spring and Autumn."
"The first win of "Nine Duotian Lu", won the Spring and Autumn!"
The voice just fell, and in this small courtyard, all the flowers and trees trembled and swayed. They swayed their bodies timidly, as if they wanted to escape, but a gust of wind blew past, illusory power swept across their bodies, swept away many bright rays of light, and finally disappeared into Luo Jianqing's body inside.
For a while, Luo Jianqing's body trembled and unconsciously sat up again.
His fingers subconsciously fiddled with the hand tricks, and these bright lights penetrated from the nodes of the meridians all over his body. The light nourished the meridians that were gradually drying up, and restored the meridians to their original state. Then, they came to Luo's dantian, and approached the golden pill in the center of his dantian.
This golden core was withered long ago when Luo Jianqing vomited blood all over his body, and now he has no power to fight back against these bright lights.
The cyan light bloomed gently on Luo Jianqing's body, and the illusory power had already flown out of the courtyard. They unscrupulously swept the interior of the Yitian Sect, and every time they encountered those plants, the plants would tremble in fear, and finally contributed a little light.
The force swept across the courtyard where the disciples of Mount Taihua were resting, swept over Li Xiuchen who was angry and abused, swept over the countless Huaichun girls of the Yitian faction surrounding Luo Jianqing's courtyard, and finally swept to the spirit medicine garden of the head of the Yitian faction.
Every spirit medicine bowed its head under the sweep of this power, and only one third-grade spirit medicine shook its body to fight against this force, but in the end it still contributed a touch of light. This light is much larger than other lights, and after the light left the body, the elixir did not change, but stretched out its branches and leaves more arbitrarily, towards the sun.
The second elder of the Yitian Sect said in horror, "Senior brother! Isn't the cold branch grass afraid of the sun? Why does your favorite third-grade cold branch grass take the initiative to stretch its leaves under the sun?"
Hearing this, the first elder was also horrified: "Impossible! This cold branch grass has been cultivated by me for many years, and it has long possessed spiritual knowledge. It is impossible for it to do such a thing that hurts itself."
Strange things like this keep appearing in the Yitian faction.
The sunflower, which always faces the sun, suddenly lowered its head and faced the earth; a plant that only blooms in winter, suddenly bears a flower bone in spring!
It seems that these plants and trees have abandoned the cycle of reincarnation and began to do what they want to do unscrupulously. They are no longer bound by the invisible rules between heaven and earth, so under this self-competition, some plants and trees gradually wither and wither, while others grow better.
These Luo Jianqings were completely unaware, his consciousness slowly awakened, and he also noticed that the power in his body was gradually recovering.
Those light spots flew towards his body from all directions, and along with it, his aura slowly grew, the Qi refining stage, the foundation building stage, the early stage of Jindan… the middle stage of Jindan!
He returned to the middle stage of Jindan again. Except for the pain of bone drilling at the meridians, nothing seemed to happen, but Luo Jianqing looked at the clotted blood on the ground, but already understood what he just gave up.
A whole body of spiritual power, turned into nothing!
If you want to practice "Nine Duotian Lu", you must give up the spiritual power that you have cultivated.
Although the spiritual power in Luo Jianqing's body is no different from what he used to look like, Luo Jianqing feels that it is not what it used to be at all. He now feels that he is out of tune with this world, as if he is being rejected by all things in the world. Only some flowers and plants in the Yitian Sect are cheering and cheering for his awakening, and they seem to be very excited.
This is the first win of the "Nine Destroyed Heaven Records", taking away the spring and autumn of vegetation.
Luo Jianqing practiced in his yard for three days, and after he stabilized his cultivation, he said goodbye to the Yitian faction, and operated the flying treasure ship to take his junior brothers and sisters back. The third elder of the original Yitian faction also said: "That fellow Daoist Li doesn't seem to have recovered yet, fellow Daoist Luo, why don't you rest for a while?"
Luo Jianqing stood in the sky in a green robe, his long hair moved with the wind, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, and he said with a smile: "No need, the teacher's door is tight, thank you for your hospitality."
The third elder said: "If that's the case, then I won't stay here. Originally, the sect master wanted to send the daoist away in person, but recently the cold grass in the yard is about to wither. Get out."
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing was stunned for a moment, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across Junmei's face quickly. The spiritual power in his body seemed to hear the voice of the third elder, and it surged a few times with joy, as if he was asking Luo Jianqing for credit.
Luo Jianqing nodded ashamedly, and before he could speak, he heard the third elder say again: "But the strange thing is that another second-order spirit medicine in the spirit medicine garden was successfully promoted this morning and became a third-order spirit medicine. Fellow Daoist Luo, Taihua Mountain has been in existence for thousands of years, with a long history and a lot of knowledge, do you know what's going on?"
Luo Jianqing shook his head gently: "I don't know either."
The two chatted for a while, Luo Jianqing waved his sleeves to operate the spacecraft and officially left the Yitian Mountains.
On the spaceship, the nineteenth junior brother quietly came to Luo Jianqing's door and knocked on the door to enter. After all, it is time to go back to the sect. Before, there were no rules outside, but now, the nineteenth junior brother respectfully bowed to Luo Jianqing and said: "Eldest senior brother, I will return to Taihua Mountain tomorrow, I don't know that Li Xiuchen …”
Luo Jianqing was looking down at a green fairy grass at the moment, and when he heard the words, he said lightly: "Junior brother Li's injury is very serious, as you said before, at least the elders of the tribulation period have to take action, maybe he can recover. As always."
Hearing this, the Nineteenth Junior Brother frowned in confusion.
Luo Jianqing said calmly: "The elders are the mainstay of the sect. Restoring his body will damage the cultivation of the elders. You tell the master and uncle my original words. As for how the old man will deal with it, just talk to us. It doesn't matter." After a pause, Luo Jianqing turned his head to look at the nineteenth junior brother, and smiled: "Li junior brother is seriously injured and can't cultivate. In this case, the resources of his inner disciples are also wasted. For his sake Recuperate, let him move to the mountains outside Haoming Peak before he recovers. I think when you go back, ask the following four junior brothers, he should know what to do."
The Nineteenth Junior Brother was stunned for a while, and finally smiled: "Yes! Senior Brother, I know what to do."
Looking at the distant back of the nineteenth junior brother, the smile on Luo Jianqing's face gradually disappeared.
He could naturally guess what the Nineteenth Junior Brother thought. It was nothing more than to drive this arrogant and unworthy boy out of the inner mountain of Haoming Peak, and he would be satisfied. But for Luo Jianqing, he wanted Li Xiuchen to die!
The scene before his death in his previous life is still vivid in his mind. Luo Jianqing didn't dare to forget, but he has now been slightly out of the way of heaven, and naturally he has noticed that if the way of heaven has lowered three thousand consciousnesses, then at least two thousand have gathered on Li Xiuchen's body!
He couldn't kill Li Xiuchen.
At least right now, Li Xiuchen could never be killed.
Moreover, Li Xiuchen has great opportunities and great luck, but how can a crippled person take advantage of the opportunities? nothing more than…
It is a wedding dress for others.
Luo Jian smiled lightly and raised the corners of his lips.
A day later, the group of people returned to Taihua Mountain in a mighty way.
These disciples who have just experienced the experience feel that they have been reborn, proudly talking to the senior brothers who did not go to the ruins about the things in the ruins, while Luo Jianqing went to Cangshuang Peak to give a jade token to the elders, inside The general process of this relic experience is recorded.
After the elder in charge of the matter confirmed, Luo Jianqing bowed and flew back to Yuxiao Peak.
Just when he had just settled down, he heard a cold and indifferent voice from behind him: "Disobey the teacher's orders and go out of the mountain privately. Gradually, when did you become so disrespectful and daring."
Luo Jianqing trembled and turned around stiffly.
I saw that in front of the green bamboo and green mountains, the venerable man in white robe lowered his phoenix eyes and looked at him coldly.
Looking at the other party's ruthless and indifferent eyes, Luo Jianqing's heart gradually became cold, and he only felt a thorn in his throat. He lowered his head and said in a stubborn tone, "Master, my disciples have always cultivated earnestly and never slack off. The experience of newcomers has always been a major event in the sect, and it is only natural that I, my senior brother, should go out to lead."
"Dare to argue!" During the speech, the powerful aura was instantly released, so oppressed that Luo gradually couldn't raise his head.
Hearing this icy voice, Luo Jianqing felt a pain in his heart and gritted his teeth: "Jianqing doesn't know where he is wrong!"
After a long time, Xuan Lingzi said lightly: "If that's the case, then let the teacher test your cultivation results. If you survive ten moves, let it go, otherwise you will be fined for a year of seclusion at Yuxiao Peak, and you are not allowed to leave the mountain! "
As soon as the words fell, the vast sword qi stabbed straight at Luo Jianqing, Luo Jianqing flew back subconsciously, but still a strand of hair was stabbed by the sword qi. With a flash of blue light between his brows, the Frost Floating Sword appeared in his hand.
I saw Xuan Lingzi replace the sword with bamboo at this moment, and his voice was as cold as frost: "For the teacher, press the cultivation base to the early stage of Jindan."
Luo Jianqing gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"
Two figures, one white and one green, flew up in the bamboo forest, and the Frost Floating Sword released bursts of thunder snakes, but they were blocked by an ordinary bamboo sword. That bamboo sword didn't have anything outstanding, just because its person was the most powerful cultivator in the world, so it rose from the ground and set off a monstrous sword force, so that the Shuangfu sword was powerless to resist.
Luo Jianqing was embarrassed to resist Xuan Lingzi's attack. This time Xuan Lingzi seems to be really angry, and every blow points directly to Luo Jianqing's key point. Although he has suppressed his cultivation to the early stage of Jindan, his realm has already left Luo Jianqing far away. A trace of sword intent is enough to crush Luo Jianqing.
Another golden sword light passed by, Luo Jianqing hurriedly avoided, but a bloody mouth was still drawn on his face.
Xuan Lingzi was not moved by this, the sword move was stronger each time. When it was the ninth move, he pointed his sword at Luo Jianqing's chest, Luo Jianqing raised the Shuangfu sword and blocked it, and the whole person turned to the side.
The bamboo sword cut through Luo Jianqing's sleeve, revealing a piece of snow-white skin, with a pink red mark on it that was bright and dazzling, as if a red flower was blooming, and it was extremely beautiful against the fair skin.
Xuan Lingzi's eyes narrowed, and his movements suddenly stopped.
This is the time!
Luo Jianqing poured all his spiritual power into the frost floating sword, and suddenly the sword light rose, and the silver thunder rolled and boiled on the frost floating sword. Luo Jianqing drew his sword and stabbed at Xuan Lingzi, but the latter did not resist. When the thunder and sword qi had stabbed in front of his face, he hurriedly avoided, and a trace of his hair was cut off.
Luo Jianqing retracted the Shuangfu sword between his brows and said, "Master, the disciple defeated you in the tenth move."
Xuan Lingzi was silent.
Luo gradually raised his eyes in surprise, only to see Xuan Lingzi looking at his broken cuff with complicated eyes. Luo Jianqing turned his head and saw the red mark, and said in a low voice: "It seems to be a mark that was touched in the ruins, and I didn't remove it with Ning Bilu, because it's not a big deal, so I don't care about it. Master, you know this What's the scar?"
A red cloud flashed quickly on Xuan Lingzi's fair face, his expression turned cold, he flung Luo Jianqing three meters away with a flick of his sleeve, and then said in a cold voice: "Master... I don't know what this is, but it doesn't seem to be. Don't worry about any major event. Since you have cultivated well, you will be in seclusion for half a year this time, and you will go out when the sect competes."
Luo Jianqing was startled when he heard the words, and finally nodded in response.
In the blink of an eye, Xuan Lingzi teleported away, as if he didn't want to stay with his disciple for even a second.
Seeing this scene, Luo Jianqing was slightly stunned, waited for a long time before sighing, and said to himself with a wry smile: "Remember that every time the little junior sister goes back to practice, Venerable Yuqingzi is very caring, and can't wait to imprison the little girl. Junior sister, don't let her go out to adventure again."
There was only a faint smile on Junmei's face. Luo Jianqing looked at the closed bamboo door calmly, and murmured: "Wuyin, I'm dying this time, you don't ask at all, do you really... don't care?"
The bitter voice gradually dissipated in the air, Luo Jianqing walked through the bamboo forest and quickly returned to his bamboo house.
Half a year passed in a hurry, and one morning, a light yellow figure appeared at the bottom of Yuxiao Peak.
The visitor's face is handsome, not very handsome, but his eyes are gentle, and he only heard him say loudly: "Senior brother, there are only three days left for the sect competition to start, the master has ordered me to come and inform you, don't make a mistake. time."
This person is the second of the seven sons of Mount Taihua, Zuo Yunmo, the eldest disciple of Cangshuang Peak.