Chapter 187
The stone talisman is touching, and all the talents gather in Chang'an again
Chapter 187 The stone talisman is touching, and all the talents gather in Chang'an again
A wave of waves has risen again.
Monk Xingzhe made a big fuss in Jinling City, and his drive to kill Li Qianhao, the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, has not dissipated.
Just a few days ago, another mysterious demon cultivator directly blocked the doors of Mount Qingcheng, Shaolin Temple, and Songyang Academy and robbed them.
These three schools represent Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism respectively, and they are all top existences in the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.
However, the younger generation was directly picked on by a demon cultivator, and he swaggered and snatched away the stone charms that the three families had entered into the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum.
The most surprising thing is that the magic cultivator who called himself Ren Feimo was not enough after robbing three companies.
He ran to Jinling City again, and after defeating several Taiji Realm Dzogchen cultivators newly sent by the Li Tang Dynasty, he also snatched six stone symbols from the Li Tang royal family.
And, in front of all cultivators in the world, he left a message saying that after ten days, he would distribute all the stone talismans he had snatched in Chang'an City.
For a time, the entire Kyushu was boiling.
The Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum is a small cave, and everyone knows that it is a great opportunity.
However, due to the limited number of places, the cultivators who entered the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum were all controlled by the major forces in the ten small worlds.
At this moment, that Ren Feimo's demonic arrogance snatched the stone talismans of the four great powers.
There are a total of 26 stone runes on hand.
No one can be tempted by this.
After all, owning a stone talisman also meant that one could obtain the qualification to enter the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor.
Whether it is those big forces that already have quotas, or small forces and casual cultivators without quotas.
They all felt moved.
And as the sufferers who were robbed, the Qingchengshan and other four forces hoped to get all those stone talismans back.
Otherwise, they would not even be qualified to enter the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor, and their younger generation would definitely be far behind this era.
On Wudang Mountain, Lu Cangming looked at the paper in his hand with a strange expression.
"What a coincidence..."
He only told Lu Xing about the keepsake stone talisman two days ago.
Then the next day, a Demon Dao Tianjiao appeared and snatched the stone charms of the four major forces in one go.
And it's not for your own use, but it's going to be distributed.
No matter how you look at it, Lu Cangming has to think more.
"No, it shouldn't be Lu Xing."
Lu Cangming shook his head.
The devilish energy on Ren Feimo's body, as well as the terrifying magic power, cannot be faked.
What's more, even though the major forces in this world are like that, it's only because of the limitation of the aura of heaven and earth.
The real powerhouses of all major forces are still unable to enter.
Qingcheng Mountain, Shaolin Temple, Songyang Academy, and Li Tang Dynasty.
These four forces are all top forces with several Taishi Realm Dzogchen sitting in their towns.
If it was really Lu Xing who changed his appearance, they had no reason not to see through it.
But now, according to Wudang Mountain's intelligence network.
These four forces are still investigating Ren Feimo's origin.
"However, because of this Ren Feimo, Lu Xing is probably the one who has benefited the most."
Lu Cangming pondered slightly, and finally decided to take a trip to Chang'an.
Not for anything else, he just wanted to see how strong Lu Xing was after three or four years of retreat.
……
In the city of Luoyang, in the palace of Chu State.
A rough-looking young man carrying an epee walked into a courtyard.
In the courtyard transformed into a martial arts arena, there was a sturdy young man with loose black hair and a domineering aura all over his body.
It was Xiang's Young Emperor, Xiang Jiuqian!
"Brother, Chang'an City, shall we go?"
Xiang Chongcang looked at Xiang Jiugan who was standing on the martial arts arena, looking like a god king, with fanaticism in his eyes.
"The Overlord's Armor and Overlord's Halberd will be recast in three days. I need to retreat and adjust my breath."
Xiang Jiuqian opened his eyes, the black eyes were as deep as ink, and the terrifying aura disappeared in a flash, making Xiang Chongcang almost unable to help but kneel down on the ground.
"However, if the other companies get more stone symbols, then..."
Xiang Zhongcang hesitated.
"So what?" Xiang Jiuqian put his hands behind his back, turned to look at Xiang Chongcang, his voice was indifferent.
"Even if they have twice as many people, ants are still ants. Even if they can kill an elephant, they will definitely not be able to endanger a real dragon."
So confident and domineering, this is the arrogance of Xiang Jiuqian, the young emperor of the Xiang family.
However, this arrogance stemmed from Xiang Jiuqian's confidence in his own strength.
……
Outside Luoyang City, White Horse Temple.
A young monk in black clothes walked out of the meditation room.
This is a young monk who is full of Zen, with red lips, white teeth, fair skin, and a delicate and gentle appearance.
But those eyes are like a century-old monk who has seen through the world of mortals, indifferent as water, vicissitudes of life are quiet.
Behind his head, a circle of faint golden Buddha's light quietly suspended in mid-air.
It makes him look dignified, with a peaceful and compassionate temperament, just like a living Bodhisattva.
"Namo Amitabha, subduing demons and eliminating demons is the duty of my Buddhist disciples."
The little monk recited the Buddha's name lightly, stepped on his feet, and with one simple step, it was like shrinking the ground into an inch, covering a distance of hundreds of miles.
After leaving the White Horse Temple, the little monk went straight to the west.
Goal, Chang'an City!
……
In the land of Shu, in front of the Shushan Sword Tower.
Bai Zang, dressed in white, stood under the sword tower with a silver and white sword box on his back.
The gate of the sword tower opened, and a tall and handsome figure in white walked out slowly.
Lihun in white clothes, sword-browed and star-eyed, tall and straight, with an indifferent expression, like a celestial being.
It is Shushan's innate sword body, Taiyuan!
"you want to go?"
Bai Zang stood in front of Tai Yuan, his eyes dim.
"Naturally." Tai Yuan's voice was flat, but extremely firm.
"A few years ago, I was defeated by him. Now, I must ask him to get it back."
Bai Zang nodded slightly: "That's right, then you can go."
"Eldest brother, won't you stop me?" Tai Yuan was slightly taken aback.
"Stop you? No, since you have decided to go, then I have no reason to stop you. As long as you don't get crushed by Jian Xin, just run back in a desperate state."
Tai Yuan raised his brows, and said with a light smile, "I didn't expect that senior brother would also joke. If that's the case, then I'll set off."
The sword box behind him trembled, spit out a stream of silvery white light, Tai Yuan jumped, the silvery white streamer flew to the bottom of his feet, and flew away into the distance with Tai Yuan on his back.
Bai Zang watched Tai Yuan leave with calm eyes.
"Little brother, I never joke."
"Facing Lu Xing, your sword heart is easily broken."
……
On Mount Emei, a young man in a blue Taoist robe came to the back mountain of Emei.
Here, there is a wooden house located on the edge of a peach blossom forest.
There are countless stardust-like light spots gliding around the young man in Taoist robe.
Looking carefully, each of the stardust is a mystical and mysterious rune.
This person is the God Son of Qingcheng who was defeated by Lu Xing, Qiu Qingsang.
"Fellow Daoist, why don't you come out to see your old friends when they come to visit?"
Standing on the edge of the peach blossom forest, Qiu Qingsang raised his eyes slightly, looked at the wooden house, and said calmly.
There was a moment of silence.
A beautiful shadow moves out with lotus steps.
In an instant, the world paled, and the peach blossom forest in a hundred miles was not as beautiful as a person.
(End of this chapter)
A wave of waves has risen again.
Monk Xingzhe made a big fuss in Jinling City, and his drive to kill Li Qianhao, the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, has not dissipated.
Just a few days ago, another mysterious demon cultivator directly blocked the doors of Mount Qingcheng, Shaolin Temple, and Songyang Academy and robbed them.
These three schools represent Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism respectively, and they are all top existences in the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.
However, the younger generation was directly picked on by a demon cultivator, and he swaggered and snatched away the stone charms that the three families had entered into the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum.
The most surprising thing is that the magic cultivator who called himself Ren Feimo was not enough after robbing three companies.
He ran to Jinling City again, and after defeating several Taiji Realm Dzogchen cultivators newly sent by the Li Tang Dynasty, he also snatched six stone symbols from the Li Tang royal family.
And, in front of all cultivators in the world, he left a message saying that after ten days, he would distribute all the stone talismans he had snatched in Chang'an City.
For a time, the entire Kyushu was boiling.
The Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum is a small cave, and everyone knows that it is a great opportunity.
However, due to the limited number of places, the cultivators who entered the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum were all controlled by the major forces in the ten small worlds.
At this moment, that Ren Feimo's demonic arrogance snatched the stone talismans of the four great powers.
There are a total of 26 stone runes on hand.
No one can be tempted by this.
After all, owning a stone talisman also meant that one could obtain the qualification to enter the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor.
Whether it is those big forces that already have quotas, or small forces and casual cultivators without quotas.
They all felt moved.
And as the sufferers who were robbed, the Qingchengshan and other four forces hoped to get all those stone talismans back.
Otherwise, they would not even be qualified to enter the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor, and their younger generation would definitely be far behind this era.
On Wudang Mountain, Lu Cangming looked at the paper in his hand with a strange expression.
"What a coincidence..."
He only told Lu Xing about the keepsake stone talisman two days ago.
Then the next day, a Demon Dao Tianjiao appeared and snatched the stone charms of the four major forces in one go.
And it's not for your own use, but it's going to be distributed.
No matter how you look at it, Lu Cangming has to think more.
"No, it shouldn't be Lu Xing."
Lu Cangming shook his head.
The devilish energy on Ren Feimo's body, as well as the terrifying magic power, cannot be faked.
What's more, even though the major forces in this world are like that, it's only because of the limitation of the aura of heaven and earth.
The real powerhouses of all major forces are still unable to enter.
Qingcheng Mountain, Shaolin Temple, Songyang Academy, and Li Tang Dynasty.
These four forces are all top forces with several Taishi Realm Dzogchen sitting in their towns.
If it was really Lu Xing who changed his appearance, they had no reason not to see through it.
But now, according to Wudang Mountain's intelligence network.
These four forces are still investigating Ren Feimo's origin.
"However, because of this Ren Feimo, Lu Xing is probably the one who has benefited the most."
Lu Cangming pondered slightly, and finally decided to take a trip to Chang'an.
Not for anything else, he just wanted to see how strong Lu Xing was after three or four years of retreat.
……
In the city of Luoyang, in the palace of Chu State.
A rough-looking young man carrying an epee walked into a courtyard.
In the courtyard transformed into a martial arts arena, there was a sturdy young man with loose black hair and a domineering aura all over his body.
It was Xiang's Young Emperor, Xiang Jiuqian!
"Brother, Chang'an City, shall we go?"
Xiang Chongcang looked at Xiang Jiugan who was standing on the martial arts arena, looking like a god king, with fanaticism in his eyes.
"The Overlord's Armor and Overlord's Halberd will be recast in three days. I need to retreat and adjust my breath."
Xiang Jiuqian opened his eyes, the black eyes were as deep as ink, and the terrifying aura disappeared in a flash, making Xiang Chongcang almost unable to help but kneel down on the ground.
"However, if the other companies get more stone symbols, then..."
Xiang Zhongcang hesitated.
"So what?" Xiang Jiuqian put his hands behind his back, turned to look at Xiang Chongcang, his voice was indifferent.
"Even if they have twice as many people, ants are still ants. Even if they can kill an elephant, they will definitely not be able to endanger a real dragon."
So confident and domineering, this is the arrogance of Xiang Jiuqian, the young emperor of the Xiang family.
However, this arrogance stemmed from Xiang Jiuqian's confidence in his own strength.
……
Outside Luoyang City, White Horse Temple.
A young monk in black clothes walked out of the meditation room.
This is a young monk who is full of Zen, with red lips, white teeth, fair skin, and a delicate and gentle appearance.
But those eyes are like a century-old monk who has seen through the world of mortals, indifferent as water, vicissitudes of life are quiet.
Behind his head, a circle of faint golden Buddha's light quietly suspended in mid-air.
It makes him look dignified, with a peaceful and compassionate temperament, just like a living Bodhisattva.
"Namo Amitabha, subduing demons and eliminating demons is the duty of my Buddhist disciples."
The little monk recited the Buddha's name lightly, stepped on his feet, and with one simple step, it was like shrinking the ground into an inch, covering a distance of hundreds of miles.
After leaving the White Horse Temple, the little monk went straight to the west.
Goal, Chang'an City!
……
In the land of Shu, in front of the Shushan Sword Tower.
Bai Zang, dressed in white, stood under the sword tower with a silver and white sword box on his back.
The gate of the sword tower opened, and a tall and handsome figure in white walked out slowly.
Lihun in white clothes, sword-browed and star-eyed, tall and straight, with an indifferent expression, like a celestial being.
It is Shushan's innate sword body, Taiyuan!
"you want to go?"
Bai Zang stood in front of Tai Yuan, his eyes dim.
"Naturally." Tai Yuan's voice was flat, but extremely firm.
"A few years ago, I was defeated by him. Now, I must ask him to get it back."
Bai Zang nodded slightly: "That's right, then you can go."
"Eldest brother, won't you stop me?" Tai Yuan was slightly taken aback.
"Stop you? No, since you have decided to go, then I have no reason to stop you. As long as you don't get crushed by Jian Xin, just run back in a desperate state."
Tai Yuan raised his brows, and said with a light smile, "I didn't expect that senior brother would also joke. If that's the case, then I'll set off."
The sword box behind him trembled, spit out a stream of silvery white light, Tai Yuan jumped, the silvery white streamer flew to the bottom of his feet, and flew away into the distance with Tai Yuan on his back.
Bai Zang watched Tai Yuan leave with calm eyes.
"Little brother, I never joke."
"Facing Lu Xing, your sword heart is easily broken."
……
On Mount Emei, a young man in a blue Taoist robe came to the back mountain of Emei.
Here, there is a wooden house located on the edge of a peach blossom forest.
There are countless stardust-like light spots gliding around the young man in Taoist robe.
Looking carefully, each of the stardust is a mystical and mysterious rune.
This person is the God Son of Qingcheng who was defeated by Lu Xing, Qiu Qingsang.
"Fellow Daoist, why don't you come out to see your old friends when they come to visit?"
Standing on the edge of the peach blossom forest, Qiu Qingsang raised his eyes slightly, looked at the wooden house, and said calmly.
There was a moment of silence.
A beautiful shadow moves out with lotus steps.
In an instant, the world paled, and the peach blossom forest in a hundred miles was not as beautiful as a person.
(End of this chapter)