Chapter 90

Rain and fog on the top of the mountain suddenly changes.

The whole Yuwu mountain disciples are shaking their hearts. How many monks are there in this world? But how many people have really seen the first Taoist priest?

People of such status as the temple master should have been practicing in seclusion in chenxieshan, hoping to take the last step one day and achieve the saintly posture that all monks in the world need to look up to. Now, the temple master, who is only half a step short, steps out of the climbing tower, steps down the chenxieshan mountain, and climbs the Yuwu mountain. Only by doing so can they have a look The grace of the Lord.

If the temple master did not go up the mountain to find trouble, many disciples would think that he was lucky in this life.

The young Taoist who went down the mountain and climbed the mountain again before was the direct disciple of the old Taoist priest in grey robe on the side of Qingxin Pavilion. He was outstanding in talent and ranked first among the three generations of disciples on the mountain. Among the three generations of disciples with ordinary qualifications, he was indeed a disciple of the younger generation who had high expectations of several old Taoists in Qingxin Pavilion. So he was soon taken away from the mountain after he went up the mountain Ding, after all, the mountain made an attack on ye Shengge. Several old Taoist priests on the mountain were afraid that the temple master would turn to kill the young Taoist with good talent.

On the top of the mountain, after the immortal seal pressed down the master, he raised his hands slightly. In front of him, there appeared a colorful river. Although he didn't bring any magic tools, he could be regarded as the No.1 Taoist master in chenxie mountain. He knew a lot of Taoist skills. In addition, he had been reading books in the tower for years, and there were countless Taoist Arts recorded in 3000 Taoist scrolls Many studies have been done. Over hundreds of years, his own learning has been complicated, but it is not complex and not refined. Now, the colorful river that he has displayed is from an ancient book, which was written by a Taoist saint who died in the demon land in the year before he became a saint. It records 16 Taoist techniques, each of which is enough to make people yearn for. After the temple master finished reading this ancient book, he did not I just chose this one.

This colorful river has been studied for a hundred years, and he has already mastered all the subtleties.

Therefore, after appearing in front of the body, the colorful river flows forward to resist the huge seal of longevity.

When the two meet, the speed of Changsheng seal's pressing becomes slower, but it is still slowly pressing down. When the colorful Changhe and Changsheng seal meet, the clouds on the mountain are colorful and dazzling, which makes people blind and unreal.

Yang Changsheng, who tried his best to drive the seal of immortality, turned pale. It is needless to say that the colorful river of the Lord is one of the top Daoists in the world, and only the chenxieshan family has a great cause. It is a very happy thing to have one or two other Taoist temples in other famous mountains. However, there are at least 100 kinds of them in the tower of chenxieshan At that time, he was aiming at those Taoist techniques, but stopped at the third level, but none of them was found. This also made Yang Changsheng feel that it was the chenxieshan who deliberately banned it in the ascendant tower, in case he could really go up to the heaven tower and learn the Taoism of chenxieshan.

One hand of the master was used to drive the colorful River, but the other hand suddenly retracted. When one of his hands pressed, the colorful river was full of light.

There is a tendency to suppress the long life seal.

This is really amazing.

How strong are the visitors who are out of the body? Can force the enemy to take out the magic weapon of his life is unbeaten. Now we still want to suppress him?

It's incredible for people to see.

On the other side of the Qingyun platform, Ge Hong and Zhang Shouqing sat opposite each other. They did not fight for life and death as the Taoist children did. They just looked up at the huge seal of eternal life in the sky and the colorful river of the viewer.

Ge Hong's expression was almost numb. If the two of them were to fight against the enemy, it would be needless to say that he would be directly killed by the temple master at least a quarter of an hour. It can be seen that in fact, his great master's accomplishments are not low, although now it seems that he is at a disadvantage.

Ge Hong sighed: "brother Zhang, it seems that Yuwu mountain can't be stopped. It's just that Qingxin pavilion has to be demolished. Maybe something else will happen on the mountain."

Zhang Shouqing looked strange, and quickly said with a smile: "whether or not to dismantle the Qingxin Pavilion, the most important thing is to kill Yang Changsheng. Even if he doesn't kill, he has to be disabled. Otherwise, the Lord Ge Shan won't lose more in this business?"

Ge Hong's expression is unchanged, and many words in his heart are not easy to put into his mouth, at least not to Zhang Shouqing. This Yuwu mountain is said to be the second and third famous mountain in the territory of Liangxi. However, once he meets a peerless monk like the temple master, he actually has no effect. After all, the ranking theory is based on the depth of information, but the most important thing is It depends on whether there is a fight on the mountain, but now it is Yang Changsheng who can fight most.

Among the Taoist monks, who can beat the master?

Zhang Shouqing was silent for a long time. Suddenly he closed the book in front of him and asked, "master Ge, the ghost symbols on the mountain are all in Yang Changsheng's hands?"

Ge Hong was stunned and then said with a wry smile: "Yang Changsheng holds himself to be the highest generation and the deepest realm. Therefore, naturally, he put those ghost charms in the Qingxin Pavilion and let him take charge of them."

Zhang Shouqing asked again, "how powerful is the most powerful one?"Ge Hong frowned, thought for a moment, hesitated and said, "the most powerful one was painted by Chen Sheng the night before he became a saint. The realm is equal to that of the master. Why did brother Zhang ask about this all of a sudden? "

Zhang Shouqing pointed to the distant hilltop and said with a smile, "the light of Yang Changsheng's Changsheng seal is weakening, and its prestige is fading away. Before long, it will be defeated. Then, according to this man's temper, can we ask for the final Assassin's mace?"

When Ge Hong heard the speech, he could see that it was not surprising that the long life seal which had been shining before was gradually fading down, but the colorful river was more and more dazzling.

Gehong tried to stop.

At the next moment, the multicolored river suddenly burst into light. In a flash, he beat back the seal of longevity. The temple master tilted his neck and swept to Yang Changsheng. He said with a smile, "I know you have that ghost amulet, but I won't give you a chance."

The voice dropped.

All the colorful rivers behind the Lord ran into Yang Changsheng, even through his body.

Go to the top of the mountain, Yang Changsheng.

The Lord of the temple looks plain, the river does not disperse, one hand behind him, looking to the top of the mountain.

Then a foot out, to dismantle is the Qingxin Pavilion.

This is the lofty words of the Lord when he went up the mountain. Now it will be realized.

Countless disciples were ready to crack their eyes.

In front of Qingxin Pavilion, there is a strong wind.

The whole Qingxin Pavilion, which has been built for thousands of years, is rickety.

Chen Shengmu in Qingxin Pavilion suddenly flew up.

There was a huge sound from heaven and earth, "wanton!"

It's enlightening.

At such a critical time, the image of Chen Shengmu in the Qingxin Pavilion came into being. The sage who had walked out from here wanted to protect this Yuwu mountain.

Countless disciples were filled with tears. Sure enough, Chen Sheng did not forget Yuwu mountain.

The Lord's expression changed slightly, and he said with a straight smile, "I went up the mountain for you. How can Yang Changsheng make me care?"

The hand of the Lord who was defeated by his back suddenly rose, and a bright moon appeared in the sky in the distance. With the colorful river before, the master's hands displayed two Taoist skills at the same time.

This is unheard of.

Never in the world.

The disciples on the mountain were stunned. Even the old Taoist priest in grey robe was staring.

Looking at the statue of Chen Shengmu, he said with a calm smile: "since it's not real, it's bluffing."

The wooden statue was full of light, but it was soon suppressed by the master's round of bright moon.

This Taoist technique was not created by other predecessors, but was unique to the master.

The master of the temple had to create this method to watch the moon in the sky.

Before they really started, Zhang Shouqing, who was on the other side of Qingyun platform, looked at the old pine and sighed, "the dust is settled."

Ge Hong did not know why from the beginning to the end.

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