Taoist students

Chapter 825 An Unbelievable Thought

"Huh...huh...huh..."

After an unknown amount of time, some voices finally appeared in Dongfang Mo's mind.

When he slowly regained consciousness, he realized that the sound was his own breathing.

He opened his closed and heavy eyes, and when the scene in front of him gradually became clear and bright, he was still in the stone tower, and his fingers were still touching the top of the monk in front of him.

"Hoohoo!"

Dongfang Mo withdrew his palm as if he was avoiding a snake and scorpion, and even more so with his magic power, he appeared two feet away in a blink of an eye.

At this time, he looked up at the stone statue of the monk, with a look of horror and a little fear on his face.

Not only that, at this time his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his wide Taoist robe was also soaked through at some point, and his whole body was wet.

Dongfang Mo couldn't imagine why the scene just now happened. The scene of the Taoist priest in Taoist robes fighting with the monk in cassocks in his mind had been lingering in his mind, making it difficult for him to calm down from the shock.

Dongfang Mo speculated that the monk in the picture who was holding a magic staff and could shatter the void with one palm might be the person carved by the stone statue in front of him.

And the old Taoist in Taoist robes, could it be the Patriarch of Sanqing?

Dongfang Mo has no way of verifying whether his guess is correct, but he always feels that things are not that simple.

Just when his mind was shaking, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the blessed land in Taiyi Taoist Palace, when he had just used the method of divine refining to refine the Wenshenyu, didn't there be a similar scene.

But the only difference is that there were four pictures in that year, and there was a veteran figure in each of the four pictures.

He still remembered the first picture, it seemed that the old man was refining the weapon.

In the second picture, the old Taoist is beheading the Bat Demon.

In the third picture, the old Taoist handed three artifacts to a Taoist priest, a monk, and a person in the shadow.

As for the fourth picture, Lao Dao is fighting against Tianwei alone.

"Patriarch Sanqing!"

Dongfang Mo muttered to himself, the old Taoist in those four pictures back then, and the Taoist priest that appeared in his mind before, besides the Patriarch of Sanqing, he really couldn't think of anyone else.

After about half a cup of tea, Dongfang Mo finally suppressed the shock in his heart, and turned his gaze to the stone statue in front of him again.

I saw him cast the stone eye technique, and his dark pupils swept towards the stone statue.

But just like what he thought, his gaze could easily penetrate the stone statue in front of him, and under the stone eye technique, the object seemed to be transparent.

Because of this, it can be seen that this is just an ordinary stone statue, and there is nothing unusual about it.

It's just that Dongfang Mo will never believe that what he saw before was an illusion, so there must be something strange in it.

After touching his chin, he seemed to have thought of something, the mana in his body was running, and then he raised his foot and walked forward slowly.

In the process of approaching the stone statue, Dongfang Mo was extremely vigilant, and would explode at the slightest disturbance.

Three feet...two feet...one foot...

Finally, when Dongfang Mo stood in front of the stone statue again, he cautiously stretched out his hand, and his fingers touched the square pattern on the stone statue's head again.

But this time, apart from his fingertips feeling cold and extremely rough to the touch, he didn't experience any abnormalities.

Even when he poured his magic power into the stone statue, there was no response.

"call!"

Dongfang Mo let out a long sigh of relief, and then withdrew his palm.

After moving away from the stone statue again, he began to look carefully.

In his opinion, this stone statue should have existed here a long time ago, so anyone who has been here in the past must have seen it.

Then, if you say that, there will definitely be someone like him who has reached out and touched the stone statue.

But Dongfang Mo was almost certain that when those people touched the stone statue, they would not be able to see what he had seen.Because if those people could have seen it, some rumors would have surfaced long ago.

In other words, only he can see those pictures.

Thinking back to when he was in Qianqing Palace in Dongtian Paradise, Yue Laosan, like him, had contact with Wen Shenyu, but Yue Laosan didn't see anything, but he saw four pictures.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo felt more and more that there might be some special connection between him and the Patriarch Sanqing.

And at this time, he suddenly remembered what Wuweizi had said to him when he saw Wuweizi's spirit for the first time in the Qianqing Palace in Pengdao, East China Sea.

Back then, Wuweizi once called him Master.

Not only that, but Dongfang Mo also remembered that he had mentioned to Gu Ya that when he touched the black clay altar filled with ghost symbols, the shocking scene of nine clay altars falling from the sky appeared in his mind.At that time, Gu Ya exclaimed that this was impossible, saying that he was the reincarnated soul.

"Reincarnated soul!"

Thinking of these four words, Dongfang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes burst with light.

"Could it be..."

At this moment, an unbelievable idea appeared in his mind.

And just when he was considering whether to take out that old bone of Gu Ya and question him in detail, so as to confirm whether his idea was correct, suddenly his ears trembled slightly, and at this moment he heard a slight abnormal sound.

Dongfang Mo turned his head and looked towards a dark place on the side of the exit of the stone tower.

"Who!"

Just listen to him shout loudly.

But after his voice fell, there was no abnormal reaction in the place where his eyes were.

Seeing that the mana in Dongfang Mo's body was surging like a tide, he stretched out his right hand, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and punched towards the darkness, and then a fist with condensed mana burst out.

But when the mana-condensed fist was about to hit the wall of the stone tower, a group of gray shadows suddenly appeared in the dark between the wall and the fist.

The next moment, a gray mist surged around Huiying's body, enveloping him.

"Oh!"

The mana-condensed fist hit the gray mist, only to hear the muffled sound of "dong dong dong..." Under this punch, Hui Ying staggered back a few steps before standing still.

A cold light flashed in Dongfang Mo's eyes, and now this person was covered in gray mist, he couldn't see his true face, and he couldn't tell the difference between male and female monks.

Just when he was frightened and angry, a hoarse voice sounded from the gray mist.

"As expected of the Holy Son of Qingling, with this spiritual perception alone, I am afraid that ordinary monks in the Immortal Ascension Boundary are not as good as him."

Judging from the voice, this person should be a man.

"Who are you."

Dongfang Mo withdrew his palm, looked at him and asked in a deep voice.

"Hehe, of course, whoever I am next can tell the Holy Son. But before that, should the Holy Son be exchanged for something? For example, what did I see from the stone statue before the Holy Son, or what I found very interesting , I wonder if the Holy Son can share one or two." The hoarse man said.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's eyes narrowed. He didn't expect this person to see his previous actions clearly. It seemed that he had been hiding by his side for a long time, but he never found out.

Dongfang Mo has always been extremely confident in his own strength, but the husky man's cultivation base only fluctuates in the late stage of the Infant Realm, but he is able to lurk around him silently. It seems that this person must have cultivated some kind of incredible hidden magic power, otherwise he would not be able to escape their own eyes and ears.

But after a little thought, he suddenly smiled gently:
"If Xiaodao's guess is not wrong, fellow Taoist should not be from my Qingling Dao Sect."

"What does it matter if it is or not?"

Surprisingly, the hoarse man didn't seem to deny Dongfang Mo's guess.

"Hahaha, fellow daoist, could it be that you have eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard? Don't you know that no one is allowed to set foot in the place under your feet, except for people from my Qingling Dao Sect. If you are discovered..."

"What will happen if it is discovered!"

Before Dongfang Mo could finish speaking, the hoarse man interrupted him, and it was not difficult to hear a hint of teasing in his words.

There was a murderous intent on Dongfang Mo's face. This person seemed to have no fear, and he looked calm. If he was not a fool, then he had a certain amount of confidence.

But no matter how confident this person is, Dongfang Mo doesn't think he can escape from the palm of a monk in the Guiyi Realm.Because he only needs to notify the elders, there will inevitably be high-ranking monks who will take the husky man down, and at that time, his fate may be the same as that of the ancient Yeling monks.

But this person has seen what happened just now, so it's a different matter. Dongfang Mo can't let this person fall into the hands of others, but wants to kill him to silence him.

Thinking of this, the mana in his body surged, and he stretched out his hand to grab it, and a primitive whisk appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Seeing his actions, the hoarse man laughed lightly: "Hehe, it seems that the Son of God is ready to make a move."

And after the words fell, he turned his head to look at a huge boulder outside the stone tower, and continued to speak:

"This fellow Taoist who just arrived, is he planning to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight?"

(End of this chapter)