What is the Ascension Channel
Is there such a thing in the world of cultivating immortals
However, the fairyland is gone, where do you want to fly to
Lu Bei scoffed at Meng Yuan's words. Based on what he saw and speculated, the old man was fooled. The passage given by Prince Yan was definitely not a proper one.
"Master, what is the Ascension Channel?"
Chang Qingyu asked in a low voice, pulling Lu Bei's sleeve while casting a curious look at Jiang Biehe, hoping that this senior could answer his questions.
"We cultivators should preserve our true nature and discard the unnecessary, follow the will of Heaven and be in harmony with the ways of humanity. We should go through the baptism of heavenly calamity and finally return to obtain the immortal status and the fruit of Taoism..." Jiang Biehe spread out his folding fan, holding the word "benevolence and righteousness" in his hand, and slowly explained to Chang Qingyu.
Lu Bei listened silently and planned to ask Han Miaojun and Yan Xiaoshuang after returning. They were both Mahayana cultivators, what they thought about ascending to the fairyland.
"The changes in the destiny of heaven are obscure and difficult to understand. We can only comprehend a tiny part of it in our lifetime. It is extremely difficult to achieve immortality with this little bit of Taoism. Without the recognition of the immortal world, there is no way to ascend to heaven, and immortality is even more distant."
Jiang Biehe frankly expressed his shame. Like Meng Yuan, he was also a Mahayana cultivator with extremely poor comprehension.
Chang Qingyu opened his mouth wide, dumbfounded, and said, "Senior, it is extremely difficult to ascend to heaven. Even the Mahayana cultivators can't achieve it. Why have I never heard of it before?"
"Knowing too much is not a good thing. For example, now, I will tell you the truth. How much confidence do you still have in your own path?" Jiang Biehe asked back.
"… "
Then what are you talking about!
Chang Qingyu was stunned, but soon reacted: "According to what you said, the prince Yan has a very good understanding, and his aptitude is also top-notch among the Mahayana cultivators. Can he open the channel of ascension and live forever at any time?"
"This crane, isn't he talking about me?"
"The junior doesn't dare."
"Hahaha, Prince Yan's aptitude and comprehension are indeed rare in the world. He has taken at least 30% of the Jiang family's luck and golden dragon. But I don't believe that he can open the channel to ascension. Meng Yuan is deceived by him and is totally wrong." Jiang Biehe said firmly.
"What if?"
Chang Qingyu continued to ask, no matter what, Meng Yuan was a cultivator in the Mahayana stage, and King Yan must have produced convincing evidence to make him betray his friend of many years.
In other words, the ascension channel is very likely to exist.
"If that's the case, I will swallow my pride and surrender to King Yan, asking for immortality. It won't be shameful."
"… "
Chang Qingyu was speechless for a while. Compared with Jiang He, Jiang Biehe and other unreliable Jiang family cultivators, her master was so reliable.
As for Qu He, when he heard Meng Yuan mention the Ascension Passage, he immediately disdained it and scolded him: "You old dog, if King Yan could achieve immortality, he would have done it himself. Why would he give such a great benefit to an outsider like you?"
"Prince Yan is not interested in immortality."
"You're talking nonsense, I think you're crazy!" Qu He was so angry that he almost bit his teeth off.
As the saying goes, good words cannot persuade a damned ghost.
This statement may not be appropriate when applied to Mahayana monks, but the general meaning is the same.
They have a firm mind and have practiced till now. They all have their own beliefs, commonly known as being stubborn and stubborn. Once they make up their minds about something, they will not listen no matter how nice others say.
Qu He said without further ado, clenching his fists and saying, "Come back with me, my old friends are willing to give you a chance to make amends."
"It's easy to go back, but I can't face them..."
Meng Yuan muttered to himself, then shook his head: "Forget it, forget it. I'll fight you today to see who's better. This will also help make up for the damage to our Dao hearts."
"Stubborn."
Qu He snorted coldly, stepped forward and swung his fist, striking Meng Yuan in the face. The latter pushed his hand away and raised his other arm to strike at Qu He's middle door.
At the same time, Qu He's fist hidden under his abdomen suddenly blasted out.
The two fists collided, and each move was countered. In the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of exchanges of attack and defense.
Neither of them used any magical powers. As close friends for many years, they were familiar with each other's moves. There was no tension or excitement in this competition, which made Chang Qingyu drowsy.
Jiang Biehe was different. He thought that the competition between two martial arts masters, even if it was just for practice and fun, was a rare opportunity for others to gain enlightenment.
The more he watched, the more excited he became, and he kept waving the folding fan in his hand.
Lu Bei only saw a lot of gay love. Others were feeding dog food, but the two old men were feeding dog shit. It was really an eyesore. It would be better to turn one of them into a woman.
boom!!
As their fists collided, Qu He's body was filled with energy and his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind.
Under Meng Yuan's silent gaze, the sleeves of his robe shattered with a hissing sound, and the tattered strips of cloth were blown high in the strong wind.
"Old man, do you have to go this far?"
"Those who abandon me shall not be allowed to stay!"
"No, it was you who abandoned me." Meng Yuan's expression was gloomy, and his whole face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He raised his arm and shattered a piece of his sleeve.
The clothes and sleeves were cut off, and the friendship of many years no longer existed.
The two men fought again, and this time, they used killing moves.
"Meng Yuan!!!"
Thunder-like vibrations echoed in the sky, and the sound stirred the air, creating layers of ripples that shot out in all directions.
The earth is shaking.
The sky and the earth suddenly sank, the gray sky curtain opened, and a huge hand covering the sky broke through the clouds and pressed down towards Zangnan Mountain.
The rolling air currents stirred up the waves, and low thunders sounded alternately, as if thousands of golden swords and iron horses were silent at the same time, and a killing trend was formed in an instant.
Swift! Violent! Destructive!
Qu He's Dao rhyme was unstoppable and there was no turning back once the bow was drawn. A terrifying giant handprint covered the mountains and the broken gloomy sky rolled endlessly, as if the sky was collapsing under the pressure of a palm.
The mountains were shaking wildly, the earth dragons could not bear the weight and wailed as they sank, the Taoist temple was shattered and collapsed into a pile of dust under the pressure of the Tao rhyme.
boom!!!
The blade light burst out, blooming in the sky in an instant, the bright light dispelled the darkness and gloom, splitting the big handprint and cutting the dark sky in two.
The knife flashed with great force, its edge restrained without revealing any trace, and it killed in front of Qu He, suddenly spreading out a sea of flame, and the knife wave hit him like an endless stream.
The space could not bear the weight, and wailing sounds rose one after another. Soon, the three people hiding in the void were drawn into the ocean of sword energy. The sword lights that seemed to annihilate all living beings burst out densely.
Jiang Biehe closed his folding fan, and his hand turned into an afterimage to deflect the blade lights, with no intention of joining the fight between Qu He and Meng Yuan.
Chang Qingyu stood obediently behind Lu Bei, with sword light and white lotus blooming, preventing the knife light from getting close.
Lu Bei looked into the darkness of the void, and pointed his finger out as a sword. The sword lotus surrounding his body stretched out and a huge lotus blossomed. Any flash of sword light was as magnificent as a thousand feet.
At the end of the void, two figures walked out.
A man with a white face and black clothes, dressed in gorgeous brocade, dressed like an imperial astronomical bureau official.
A man wearing a painted mask, he was tall and strong, with cold and calm light golden eyes.
"That man is the Great Curse of the Imperial Observatory, his name is Qiu Yuan, he is the right-hand man of Prince Yan, I am no match for him."
Jiang Biehe pointed at the ambush and said, "Although I don't know the other man, but seeing that he is very imposing and has an extraordinary aura, I think his skills are not inferior to Qiu Yuan. I should not be his opponent."
What use is there for you
Lu Bei complained in his heart, but when he noticed the two people looking at him with scrutiny, he looked back at them with disdain.
Their eyes met, and the terrifying confrontation revealed boundless murderous intent, which made Chang Qingyu, who was hiding behind, tremble with fear and an indescribable palpitation arose in his heart.
There was a person in the Fusion Stage mixed in among the six Mahayana Stages. You can’t tell you how panicked they were.
Jiang Biehe sensed Chang Qingyu's fear and asked her to retreat considerately. The spirit butterfly waved the wind, and its body shrank to the size of a mustard seed, sending her away in the blink of an eye...
Not sent away.
The name Jiang Biehe sounds too silly. Lu Bei really doesn't trust him. He grabs Chang Qingyu's shoulders, opens his mouth wide, and swallows it down with a gulp.
"My friend, your ability to hide people and things is really amazing. Let's exchange ideas someday."
Jiang Biehe praised loudly, not getting angry at the cold shoulder, and pointed to the opposite side and said, "One for each of you, Taoist friend, please go first."
Lu Bei looked at Qiu Yuan, then at the gravekeeper whose realm was unknown and whose identity was mysterious. He took out the iron sword of the Abandoned Sword Technique and pointed the sword tip at the gravekeeper.
Qiu Yuan and Jiang Biehe are fellow villagers. The two despicable locals must have a lot of tears to shed. As a foreigner, it is reasonable for him to exchange opinions with them.
Moreover, this mysterious gravekeeper is very intimidating and pretentious, and there is a high possibility that he is a rookie in the Tribulation Crossing Period.
Squeeze the weak first and gain as much experience as possible.
"I thought you were blind, but I didn't expect you to be so good at judging people and pick the strongest one for me."
Jiang Biehe nodded, his expression becoming serious: "Daoyou, please make a quick decision. Qu He is in good health, remember to save me first."
After saying that, he clapped his fingers at Qiu Yuan, turned around, patted his butt, and plunged into the void.
His method of creating hatred was sober and unworldly in the Mahayana period, which made Lu Beishen regard him as a confidant. He thought that he and Jiang Biehe would have many common topics.
After thinking about it, I decided to give up. This name is too unlucky.
clang—
Their eyes met again, and the endless sword intent roared in all directions, colliding with the rock-hard will thousands of times in an instant.
The sound of explosions was endless.
The mysterious gravekeeper tore the void with his five fingers, opening up a battlefield.
Lu Bei leaned back, and a strange force shattered the void. He fell into the darkness and walked towards the gravekeeper.
One step forward, golden light spread everywhere.
The iron sword rolled up with infinite sharpness, condensed into a strand of hair, able to cut through everything without breaking a muscle, and fell on the gravekeeper's shoulder with a swish.
The greatsword chopped down at an angle, and with a bang, the endless darkness was revealed.
With a sword strike, the two men passed each other.
Lu Bei slowly raised the iron sword and looked at the broken piece of the sword, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
So tough! Although he didn’t use Dao Yun, the strength of the Immortal Sword Intent was unquestionable, but he couldn’t break the opponent’s defense…
What level of turtle shell is this? Where did this thousand-year-old turtle come from? Could he be a Xuanwu
"Sword cultivator, your sword is broken."
The void shook and thunder exploded.
The gravekeeper turned around, his shoulders and arms, his clothes were torn, weathered dust was floating, and the lines of his body, which were cut by knives and axes, were clear, showing his masculine beauty.
His light golden eyes were cold and calm, as if to say that this sword was not even worthy of his attention.
Where did this muscular guy come from? How dare he show off in front of this sect leader!
Lu Bei threw down the iron sword, raised his fists, and the sword pillar shot up into the sky: "It doesn't matter, just punch me as usual."
"Oh, a sword cultivator uses his fists?"