Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 227 Immortal Burial Valley

Jiulian Zhenjun's edict obviously regarded Zhenren Ge Cang as one of the most powerful Zhendan Zhenren in the world of immortal cultivation in the Liang Kingdom.

 Even though he is still a bit weaker in terms of cultivation level.

If the real Blood God and Fang Tiansheng were called, it was to investigate the extermination of Ci'en Temple.

The other three unrelated people were recruited, most likely to deal with the battle at the level of pill formation.

“Master, where is the Lord Jiedan from the Holy Lotus Sect... If we really want to fight, is it possible that Lord Nine Lotus is going to use all outsiders and not even a single monk from the sect will take part?”

Bai Zichen secretly praised in his heart that Senior Brother Qi really thought of him every time and helped him ask questions in advance.

"I'm not boasting, but none of the so-called saints and saints of the past few generations of the Holy Lotus Sect can survive thirty moves in my hands... The latest generation of saints, Qu Yang, is pretty good. He has the fire-type Heavenly Spiritual Root qualifications, but he's not above. When I returned to Liansheng Secret Realm, I had just formed the elixir, and my cultivation level was still too low."

Master Ge Cang spoke softly, but the content of his words was full of domineering, treating the saints and saints of the Holy Lotus Sect as idiots.

“Most of the elders of the Holy Lotus Sect who have perfected their elixirs have been recruited with the help of resources. The probability of transforming into a baby is very slim... If not for this, Jiulian Zhenjun would not have spent a lot of money to persuade me to switch to the Holy Lotus Sect.”

 ‘It turns out that the seemingly glorious Holy Lotus Sect still has such hidden dangers...'

The thoughts in Bai Zichen's mind were circulating. A large Yuanying sect like the Holy Lotus Sect would definitely return to the darkest period once the True Lord Yuanying was no longer in charge.

 But for Qingfengmen, it may not be bad news.

Jiulian Zhenjun still has a lifespan of more than a hundred years at least. If everything goes well, the Qingfeng Sect will be strong enough to grow to a level that no one can imagine.

"If it really develops to the point of having a martial arts fight, the alchemy cultivator invited by the Bodhisattva Arhat must also be a strong person from the Northern Yuan Dynasty... This is a good opportunity for you to broaden your horizons and increase your knowledge. Go out and travel more. , maybe you can find inspiration for enlightenment. If you practice behind closed doors all year round, you can easily get stuck in a mystery without realizing it."

The words of Master Ge Cang were obviously meant for Bai Zichen. If the theory of achievement elixirs were not mentioned by himself, there would be no clues from the appearance.

 Obviously he was worried that Bai Zichen, who had finally obtained the Nascent Soul Seed from the Qingfeng Sect and whose talent and qualifications were enough to become the Holy Son in the Holy Lotus Sect, was suffocating himself by studying the theory of alchemy.

 “Thank you, Uncle Ge, for giving me some advice.”

Bai Zichen murmured in his heart, if this had happened two years later, you would have seen a perfect monk who worked behind closed doors, and he was the kind of person whose theory of generating elixirs aims at perfecting the elixir.

However, he is still quite interested in being able to watch the fighting skills of the top alchemy masters up close.

 Especially they come from various schools and sects, including monks from outside the Liang Kingdom.

Even if you can’t learn a lot about what everyone knows, if you know more about it, you won’t be ignorant when you travel to various countries in the future.

 Among them, Wan Qi, the supreme elder of the Hiding Sun Sword Sect, was the most interested in him.

Wanqi has been known as the best swordsman in the immortal world of Liang for hundreds of years, and no one has been able to shake his position.

Except that among the monks of the Liang Kingdom, the only one who specializes in flying swords is the Hidden Sun Sword Sect, so there is not much competition, but he himself must still have real abilities in the swordsmanship.

As the same Jian Xiu, Bai Zichen was very interested in the kendo realm of the old sword door.

 ‘I don’t know if he has perfected the sword energy and thunder sound, or has reached the stage of refining swords and turning them into silk... If he appears, he must observe carefully and learn by analogy. ’

Bai Zichen speculates that the Supreme Elder’s swordsmanship is between the second level of perfection and the third level.

  There is no need to even think about the division of sword light further up.

Even sword masters like Xinghe Sword Master are only in the fourth realm of swordsmanship.

If Wanqi could achieve the realm of sword light differentiation, his reputation would be more than limited to this.

The fourth realm of swordsmanship, a realm where one sword produces all kinds of magic, is enough for a sword cultivator who has perfected the alchemy formation to have the ability to fight beyond the next level.

It is of course impossible to defeat the True Lord Yuanying, but at least he can sustain hundreds of moves in the hands of the weakest Yuanying in the early stage.

To understand the realm of swordsmanship, Bai Zichen has the true understanding of swordsmanship passed down by Xinghe Sword Master, which is the essence of Taibai Sword Sect’s understanding of swordsmanship.

To learn swordsmanship moves, he has Wu Zhen Sword Technique, which is a summary of the swordsmanship achievements of the Naihe Sect over tens of thousands of years.

It can be said that except for the fact that he does not have the guidance of a famous teacher, Bai Zichen's inheritance in swordsmanship is no worse than that of the core disciples of any swordsmanship sect, only more high-end.

 The lack of guidance, his relationship with the Mysterious Holy Body, and his good qualifications in swordsmanship did not become a big problem.

 At most, some detours are taken when practicing swordsmanship, which is just a waste of time.

  Eventually we will return to the right path.

After saying this to the two of them, Master Ge Cang closed his eyes to calm down and adjusted his state.

If it were a real fight, the opponent would definitely send the best among the cultivators with perfect elixir formation. It would not be easy for him to win as he is lagging behind.

You must know that the territory of Beiyuan is more than ten times that of Liang Kingdom, and there are endless monstrous monks with amazing talents.

However, unlike the Liang Kingdom, Beiyuan was dominated by the Shenglian Sect.

 There are three Guangyuanying-level forces in Beiyuanzhong.

Even within the Faxiang Sect, the alms-raising Arhat is only one of the supreme elders, and he is far from being able to follow the orders of Jiulian Zhenjun, and the entire Liang Kingdom's immortal world has to obey his orders.

Bai Zichen and Qi Yue tiptoed back so as not to affect the state of Master Ge Cang.

On the sixth day, the flying boat shook violently and finally left the layer of strong winds.

Hirled in the air, found the destination, and plunged down.

 …

 Buried in the Immortal Valley.

As soon as you walk into the valley, you can see coffins one after another, densely packed filling half of the valley.

In the center of the valley, on a 100-foot altar, there were monks sitting opposite each other.

 There are more than a dozen monks surrounding the altar, all of them are Master Jiedan.

Among them, three monks in yellow robes and red robes were particularly eye-catching. They fell to the ground and knitted their fingers with their hands.

The expressions look like a smile but not a smile, full of Zen, and there is a thick Buddha's light flowing endlessly on the three of them.

As time goes by, the Buddha's light becomes thicker and heavier, and the power it exudes has faintly exceeded the realm of perfect elixir formation.

 “Hmph, bluff!”

The Blood God has a gloomy look on his face. Anyone who is targeted by an Arhat monk will not feel comfortable.

　　He maintains the mysteries of the Great Dharma of the Blood Sea of ​​Hundred Evils, and the sea of ​​blood never dries up, and he is immortal and immortal.

Even if he is surrounded by several monks who have perfected the elixir formation, he is not afraid at all, and he has the ability to escape even if he is defeated.

  But when it comes to people at the level of Yuanying Zhenjun, this so-called immortality becomes a joke.

With a casual strike by Yuanying True Lord, the true energy he carries may be several times that of a monk who has completed the pill formation. The key is that the true meaning of the great road contained in it is like the ocean and the abyss.

It is enough to be transmitted to every blood sea clone through a drop of blood, making it impossible to even be reborn from the blood sea.

If True Lord Jiulian gave up on him, True Lord Blood God really didn't think he could escape back to Dali under Jubo Arhat and seek the protection of his senior brother.

 “It’s not you who caused the trouble!”

Next to him, there was a middle-aged man in disheveled clothes and a tall hat tilted at an angle, with a sad expression on his face. He was holding a wine flask and drinking continuously. There were large wine stains on his chest.

"Peng Zefeng, I have told you many times... I was in the middle of a battle with fellow Taoist Fang that day. It was impossible for me to go to the Immortal Burial Valley and destroy all the people in Ci'en Temple."

The real Blood God turned around suddenly and glared angrily.

"Someone is putting the blame on me. Don't let me find him. I will fight him to the death!"

“There are not many magic cultivators with such strength in the Liang Kingdom, and even in the surrounding countries... As the Arhat said, the person who took action is extremely close to the Nascent Soul realm, so there will be no traces of the action.”

Peng Zefeng took another big gulp of spirit wine, staggered on his feet, and said with a mouth full of alcohol.

“Who doesn’t know that you, the Blood God, come from a great sect, but you didn’t take any action yourself... What about your senior brothers?”

The Blood God is silent. On the surface, this is indeed the case. He is the biggest suspect.

Although exterminating Ci'en Temple will not do any good for the Blood Demon Sect, the image of the demonic monks who are cruel and will be punished has been imprinted in the minds of all the monks.

Out of anger or to scare others, it was okay for the Blood God to exterminate Ci'en Temple.

“Okay, now is not the time to argue about this. Let’s wait for the outcome of the discussion between Zhenjun and the Boluohan... No matter what, we must give an explanation to the Faxiang Sect.”

Fang Tiansheng glanced at the altar in the distance, his silver hair fluttering in the wind.

"It is actually a good choice to judge right from wrong by fighting. No matter whether you win or lose, the Arhat will stand up for the Buddhist monks who defected to him, and he will face a Nascent Soul Lord of the same level... If you can do this, no matter what, it will be enough. ”

When several people were talking, they all used restraints.

 With the layers stacked up, it was impossible for Nascent Soul Master to hear the content of the conversation without alerting them.

“Jiulian Zhenjun also invited Ge Cang. Who is this person and why is he included among us?”

In the corner of the four people stands a monk holding a sword. He has drooped eyebrows and is wearing a gray robe. He is quite low-key.

Others would never have imagined that this gray-robed monk was Wan Qi, the supreme elder of the Sun-Shining Sword Sect who had occupied the position of the number one swordsman in the Liang Kingdom for almost a century.

“I have dealt with Ge Cang several times. His strength is unfathomable and cannot be regarded by ordinary monks...Since he can be invited by Jiulian Zhenjun, how can he be so different from us?”

Fang Tiansheng said.

“Ge Cang almost tied with me when he was in the middle stage of pill formation. Now that he is in the late stage of pill formation, he is definitely stronger... There is no need to remind these mediocre people who sit in a well and watch the sky. ’

Peng Zefeng sneered in his heart. As a guest of the Holy Lotus Sect, he had known Master Ge Cang for many years and even had a fight.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and poured the wine bottle back. It was like a mountain spring that never stops flowing, and he drank several jars of spiritual wine.

  "Bow-raising Arhat, the old Taoist has made it very clear to you that the person was not killed by the Son of the Blood God... He had an alibi at the time, and he had no skills. None of his demon cultivators had this ability."

Jiu Lian Zhenjun looks like a young and handsome monk in appearance, but his voice can tell that he has gone through many vicissitudes and has been tempered by the years.

"Nine Lotus Donors, there is no need to say more...Inner knowledge is not non-existent, and all efforts are in vain. Master Ruyi decided to join the sect, and the whole temple was killed on the way. His soul is gone. This is a disaster."

The bowl-raising Arhat is an old monk with a kind face and kind eyes. He has a string of Bodhi beads on his chest and a golden bowl in his hand.

“The poor monk replied to the letter and agreed to the request of Master Ruyi’s nephew to move to the ancestral clan. He took responsibility for the cause and effect and wanted to end it himself.”

 (End of this chapter)