Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 536: Ten Thousand People Go to Tang and Song Dynasties

"Brother Long! Look at what that woman did. The inscription on the Fulong Cauldron is indeed true. When the four spirits gather together, chaos will open. The power of chaos will be enough to open up the world and reopen the "Gate of Shura"."

The sea of ​​​​blood on the horizon is like a bloody red cloth covering the sky. On the top of a barren mountain, a middle-aged scribe stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the river of blood flowing out of the sky.
The middle-aged scribe's face flushed, his eyes shone with strange light, and he stared closely at the crack in space in mid-air.

"Brother Long! Even if you and I succeed in our plan, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to open the Shura Gate with the power of the four great beasts! The power of the immortal gods is really terrifying!"

The middle-aged scholar has a square face with fine eyebrows. His brows look elegant, but his eyes are bright and his forehead is full. However, in this elegance, he has a calm and powerful aura. At first glance, he looks like a person with great power.

But at this moment he looked exhausted, just like a gambler who held the last chip, walked up to the gambling table and wanted to give it a try, but lost miserably.

"Brother Wan! The Four Spirits Blood Formation is just an ancient rumor, but you and I have witnessed the arrival of the True Immortal in this world. The ancient sword of Zhu Immortal has been broken by it. Even if the door of Shura is opened, it may not be the opponent of the True Immortal. So, That true immortal's temper may lead to disaster!

I think that woman is more solemn than the evil spirit of the true immortal. This Fulong Cauldron and her are not a bad thing, maybe it is a good opportunity for us! "

When the word "true immortal" was mentioned, the white-faced scholar standing behind the middle-aged scribe unconsciously touched his thumb with his right hand, where there should have been a thumb ring.

The white-faced scholar smiled bitterly, "Immortals come to the world, how can there be such an immortal who steals people's magic weapons?"

But fortunately, compared to what happened to Bai Duzi and Mr. Ghost, his situation was pretty good.
It is said that when Bai Duzi was robbed by the immortal named Wade, he wanted to poison him, but was killed with a knife and even his soul was taken away.

As for Mr. Ghost, according to one of the surviving disciples, the woman in the dark green dress just glared at him, and Mr. Ghost's whole body turned into a skin with two rays of blood.

The middle-aged scribe sighed, and the redness on his face instantly receded, leaving him pale.

"Brother Long, how did that woman know the whereabouts of the Fulong Cauldron? You know, even if the True Immortal scratched the ground three feet, he still couldn't find the whereabouts of the Fulong Cauldron!"

The middle-aged scribe said unwillingly.

The white-faced scholar stood aside and shook his head: "I heard that he uprooted the wordless jade jade from Tianyin Temple and the eight hundred Vajra Bodhis in that temple. It is said that he didn't even remove the relics enshrined in the pagoda forest behind the temple. Let it go!”

"He even excavated the relic stupa of Tianyin Temple!" This was obviously the first time the middle-aged scribe heard about this kind of thing. He couldn't help but be startled and said in surprise: "No wonder three of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple have been eliminated!"

"Buddhas are also angry, let alone those bald donkeys!" The white-faced scholar said with a bitter smile: "Mr. Ghost is also too obsessed with the Fulong Cauldron. Brother Wan, please don't make the mistake!"

The middle-aged scribe took a deep breath, and the expression on his face completely returned to normal. After closing his eyes for a moment, he slowly opened them again, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and said in a cold voice:
"Those bald donkeys died well. If it weren't for Puzhi's bald donkey, Baguio wouldn't have ended up like this!"

"As for the Fulong Cauldron, don't worry, Brother Long, although I have been preparing for this for decades, I still know what to do!" The middle-aged scribe looked at the crack in the sky, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

According to the records of the Fulong Cauldron, it is necessary to gather the power of the four spirits of Yellow Bird, Kui Niu, Taotie, and Zhulong, set up the Four Spirits Blood Array, and wait for seven or forty-nine days for the Fulong Cauldron to collect the spiritual power of the four spirits. Only after the gathering is completed can the door of Shura be opened.

According to the members of the Ghost King Sect who were on duty at the time, the woman broke into Huqi Mountain and turned Mr. Ghost into a skin with just one glance. She broke off one of the legs of the ancient artifact Fulong Cauldron!
Without using the power of the Four Spirits, the Fulong Cauldron opened a space crack for her!
A strange expression flashed across the middle-aged scribe's expression: "Have even ancient artifacts like the Fulong Cauldron learned to bully the weak and fear the strong these days?!"

"Brother Long, do you think the legendary power of Shura can rival these true immortals!?"

The white-faced scholar glanced at him: "Brother Wan, I'm afraid I've already made up my mind about this!"

The middle-aged scholar sighed and said, "If the Shura power summoned by the Fulong Ding is really so powerful, then it will be our Holy Church that rules the world! There will be no place for Qingyun Sect!"

"Brother Wan is unwilling to give in!" The white-faced scholar looked at the blood clouds in the sky.

The middle-aged scribe snorted: "I have been preparing for this for decades and spent countless efforts. So what if the real immortal comes to this world? Whether I win or lose, I have to give it a try!"

"It's a pity that God didn't even give me the last chance!"

The white-faced scholar took a deep look at the middle-aged scribe, and then looked away: "Now that the matter has come to this, we should revitalize the Ghost King Sect first, and avoid other things if we can!"

The middle-aged scribe nodded slightly: "I understand the importance, don't worry about that!"

The white-faced scholar pondered for a moment: "Gui Li went to the upper world. If he can find a way to resurrect Baguio, it will be a good thing for us once Baguio comes back!"

The middle-aged scribe was silent for a moment: "You are right, she is my daughter after all!"

clap clap-

There was a sudden burst of applause behind the middle-aged scribe and the white-faced scholar. The two looked back warily, and there was a three-foot Qingfeng in the hand of the white-faced scholar.

Behind the two of them, a young Taoist priest with a handsome face wearing a Yunshui Qingtian Taoist robe appeared. The Taoist priest held a folding fan in his right hand and kept hitting the palm of his left hand. This was where the applause they heard came from.

The middle-aged scribe looked this uninvited guest up and down.
The person who came here wore a green gauze scarf on his head, with double leaves floating on the back of his head, and held a folding fan in his hand. He looked like a Taoist priest living in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

However, the middle-aged scribe knew that anyone who could hide from him and Qinglong and get within ten steps of him was definitely not an ordinary person, so he clasped his fists and said, "Excuse me, what can I do to this gentleman?"

The young Taoist priest smiled and pointed at the blood cloud in the sky with the folding fan: "I'm here for her! The view here is wide, so many people don't mind!"

The white-faced scholar's eyes inadvertently fell on the folding fan in the hands of the young Taoist priest. Originally, his face was solemn, but his eyes were still a little casual, but gradually, he seemed to see something, and his face instantly turned pale.

The middle-aged scribe had not yet spoken, but the white-faced scholar beside him, whose face was pale and even a little blue, shook his head quickly: "Where, where, this barren mountain is an unclaimed land, sir, please, sir!"

The middle-aged scribe glanced at the white-faced scholar suspiciously, only to find that Qinglong was a little nervous and looked at the young Taoist priest without daring to breathe.

The middle-aged scribe suddenly realized that the Qinglong he knew was not as talkative as he seemed. As the head of the four guardians of the holy religion, Qinglong's cultivation was outstanding even among the older generation. Although he spoke softly, he always behaved well. Very domineering.

He knew that Qinglong must have discovered something, so he nodded towards the young Taoist priest with a smile and said: "Sir, please!"

The young Taoist priest smiled and nodded in response: "Then I will bother you!"

The young Taoist priest walked up to the two of them, covered his forehead with the folding fan in his hand, and looked at the blood clouds in the sky.

The three of them just stood on the top of the mountain, silently watching the blood cloud in the sky continue to expand, speechless for a moment.

"Brother Wan, don't you have something to do at home? Don't let your sister-in-law wait too long. Let's go back first!" As time passed by, the white-faced scholar seemed to be restless and turned to the middle-aged scribe.

Hearing the white-faced scholar mention his wife, the middle-aged scribe's face instantly turned gloomy. He looked at the white-faced scholar with a distorted face, only to see the white-faced scholar wink at him crazily.

"it is good!"

The middle-aged scribe's expression changed, and he turned around and left with the white-faced scholar.

"You two are leaving? Could it be that I disturbed your interest?" the young Taoist priest said in surprise.

The middle-aged scribe had a sudden thought. He knew that since Qinglong could remind him, it must have something to do with the young Taoist priest in front of him. He forced himself to calm down and said with a smile: "No, there is something at home. I must go back to deal with it. I can't let my wife and children do it." Sora is waiting at home!”

The young Taoist priest opened the folding fan in his hand with a swishing sound, and shook the fan with a puzzled expression: "Sir, have you renewed your string again?" The middle-aged scribe's face instantly twisted, and he resisted the urge to slap the Taoist priest in front of him to death, and his voice Almost squeezed out from between the teeth: "We are strangers to each other, why is this gentleman insulting me!"

"Don't get me wrong!" The young Taoist priest shook his folding fan. Thousands of peaks towered on the fan, ape shadows shuttled in the green mountains, and there were flocks of birds and cranes.

"My surname is Tang, and my last name is only the Chinese character Song. I have some knowledge of divination! Looking at your face, you look like a widower. Although you have a wife and a daughter, they died young. I thought your husband was married again!"

When the middle-aged scribe heard the Taoist priest's words, his expression changed, and he first said: "Tang and Song Dynasty!" He recalled it in his mind, and realized that this name was really unfamiliar. Both good and evil had never heard of this name before.

He couldn't help but look at the face of the man named Tang Song. Except that the face was too handsome, he couldn't see anything else.

The white-faced scholar next to him looked at the fan that was different from what he imagined, and he was also a little suspicious, "Forgive me for asking, is Mr. Tang a cultivator?"

"It's true that you have been practicing for a while, haven't you two?" The young Taoist priest smiled slightly: "I haven't asked your names yet?"

The middle-aged scribe seemed to be hurt by the Tang and Song Dynasties and did not want to have more communication with him.

The white-faced scholar clasped his fists and said: "My surname is Long, Long Xing! This is my good friend whose surname is Wan, Wanwan goes!"

"Dragon Walk, Ten Thousand People Go, what a good name!" Tang Song smiled and looked at Wan Gou with a gloomy expression: "I'm sorry, Brother Wan, I'm not good at divination. Brother Wan just thinks it's my nonsense, don't let it go. In my heart!"

Wan Wan took a deep breath and adjusted his expression: "Where is it, Mr. Tang's divination skills are indeed great, but I lost my wife when I was young, and my daughter also left me!"

Tang Song looked at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face again, and couldn't help but praise this man's deep thoughts.

Compared with those protagonists who are reckless, have no scheming, and rely on a little luck and opportunity to run rampant, he still prefers these villains.

There is a city, there are ideals, and there is courage! Dare to think, dare to fight, dare to do!

He had been planning for Fulong Cauldron for decades, and when he was sure that it couldn't be done, he immediately let it go.

"Brother Wan, don't be sad. The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and people can escape one of them. I see that Brother Wan is facing death. Although Brother Wan's wife and daughter suffered a sudden death, they are not incapable of being brought back to life!"

Click!

As soon as Tang and Song said this, a stone that tens of thousands of people were stepping on was instantly broken into pieces by him: "What do you mean by this?"

Thousands of people looked at Tang and Song with excitement, their eyes turned red, like a ferocious beast that chose people to devour and swallowed Tang and Song in one gulp.

Tang Song shook the folding fan in his hand and said with a casual smile: "Judging from Brother Wan's appearance, if I'm not mistaken, Brother Wan's daughter will be resurrected in the near future. As for Brother Wan's wife, it's not impossible that she will be resurrected!" It’s up to you, Brother Wan!”

"Who are you?" Ten thousand people had already gathered their true energy in the palm of their hand, as if they were about to attack Tang and Song in the next moment, Long Xing quickly held him back.

"Me! A miserable man who had to come over to break up the fight when his wives were fighting with each other!"

Tang Song looked at the blood cloud in the sky and the figure passing through the blood cloud, and couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead and said.

Wanwan Xiang and Long Xing also looked above their heads at the same time, and saw a figure covered in black flames in the blood cloud, killing towards the center of the blood sea.

"Wife?!" Wanwan looked at the blood cloud above his head, and then at Tang and Song Dynasties. He felt his throat was a little dry and couldn't help swallowing and spitting: "I wonder which of the blood clouds is Mr. Tang's wife?"

A shy smile appeared on Tang Song's face, and he smiled casually: "I have a disease, both of them are bitches!"

Hearing Tang Song's generous admission, Wan Qiang's face instantly turned pale, and he stepped back a few steps. Then his face turned from white to green, and then from green to red.

Tang and Song watched the Ghost King's expression change with interest. Soon the Ghost King Sect leader, who went by the pseudonym Wanwan Qu, took a deep breath, and with a pop, he knelt on the ground:
"Thousands of people from the Ghost King Sect have come to see the Immortal!"

Seeing this, Qinglong, one of the four guardians of the Ghost King Sect who was aliased as Long Xing, also knelt down on the rocks, and the blood instantly stained their knees red.

In the Tang and Song Dynasties, he was worthy of being a hero who could bend and stretch, with a high-spirited attitude.

"Okay, get up!"

Thousands of people fell to their knees on the ground, but did not get up directly: "Immortal, I have been yearning to become an immortal since I was a child, and I joined the Ghost King Sect by accident. Immortal, do you think I can succeed?" The little man is willing to tie the knot of grass and hold the ring to repay the good fortune!"

As he spoke, thousands of people banged their heads on the stone with bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, foreheads instantly splashed with blood.

Tang Song laughed: "Hahaha - I thought you wanted to recognize me as your godfather and provide for me in my old age!"

Wan Xiang didn't know what the point of laughter of the immortal in front of him was, but he knew how to climb up the steps. He rolled his eyes and was about to speak when he heard a faint indifferent voice coming from his ears:

"If you don't want to get up, then never get up again!"

Upon hearing this, tens of thousands of people suddenly stood up and said, "Let the immortals laugh!"

Qinglong beside him also quickly stood up.

"Being able to bend and stretch, that's good! He's a talent that can be made!" Tang Song nodded.

Ten thousand people gave a forced smile: "Let the immortals laugh!"

Tang Song's eyes fell on Qinglong, and he said strangely: "You seem to recognize me! I don't remember that I have been in this world!"

Qinglong Lianfan came back to his senses after the accident. Hearing Tang Song's doubts, his eyes fell on the folding fan in Tang Song's hand: "At first glance, the shape of this fan seems to be like the mountain and river fan of Patriarch Fengyue. !”

Ancestor Feng Yue’s Mountain and River Fan, Ancestor Feng Yue’s magic weapon from Jieshi Mountain!
Thousands of people have extensive experience, otherwise they would not know the origin of the soul-eating rod in Zhang Xiaofan's hand, just the blood-thirsty beads. He actually knows the origin of the soul-eating rod, apparently he often reads ancient books.

He naturally knows Patriarch Fengyue, who is a famous cultivator from Dongfang Jieshi Mountain. He has profound Taoism and is quite famous in the path of cultivation. He usually acts between good and evil. He has no great evil and has no disputes with the world.
So neither the righteous nor the evil tried to provoke this person, but what does this have to do with Patriarch Fengyue's magic weapon?

"The sect master went to Shiwanda Mountain to look for traces of Taotie, but he didn't know that Patriarch Fengyue's mountain and river fan was also enshrined to that superior immortal, ahem!"

Qinglong saw Wan Guang's doubts and explained with a wry smile. Then he looked at the folding fan in Tang Song's hand: "It's just that Immortal, I'm not sure when you open the folding fan. This fan is very different from his!"

brush!
Tang and Song closed the folding fan, held the foot-long folding fan in front of him, clapped his palms, and moved the folding fan with the slender fingers of his left hand:

"No wonder, my fan was indeed sent by that guy Wade, but I didn't like the fan's appearance, so I made it again!"

brush!
Tang and Song opened the fan again, and this time the fan was filled with stars.

After Wan Gong heard the conversation between the two, he woke up as if from a dream. After hesitating for a moment, he hesitantly clasped his fists towards Tang Song and said: "Immortal, you said that the villain's wife has a chance to return to the world. I don't know whether it is true or not. ?”