Bone Taoist

Chapter 719 The geniuses gather together
In the vast Qingling Realm, it was pitch dark and the sky was obscured by thick fog.

Only the sky within a hundred thousand miles around Qingling Fairy City is unrestricted. There, the stars are twinkling, and thousands of diamond-like stars dot the black sky, circling around the cold moon in the center. It is as beautiful as the Milky Way.

And in the cold moon, it seems that one can vaguely see a woman who looks like a banished immortal, with countless moonlight powers flying around her immortal body. Her Taoist body is very magical, and there seems to be the sound of flowing springs. Her eyes are also shining like gold, overlooking the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and looking down on the world.

The woman was naturally Feng Xi Tianjun. She raised her beautiful eyes and looked toward the sky. She seemed to be able to see the elders of Hedao in the sky outside the realm.

The Qingling Realm has now been blocked by the True Lords of Hedao from outside the realm. All the large formations have disappeared, causing quite a stir.

At this moment, in the northeast direction of Qingling Realm, mountains and rivers extend endlessly.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from inside, and the majestic and domineering power of the soul spread out like ripples and waves on the sea. It was so powerful that it shattered the space, destroyed countless mountains, and filled the sky with dust.

The two souls flew away at an extremely high speed, breaking through the air from the rubble and dust.

The soul in front was as dark as ink, cold and eerie, like a demon that had run out from the Nine Abyss, making people's hair stand on end.

The soul that was chasing after him was filled with the aura of the five elements and was extremely domineering. It was obvious that it was about to reach the perfection of the Nascent Soul realm.

These two people are naturally Sikong Ying of the Ghost Spirit Sect and the Holy Son of Taichu.

The Holy Son of Taichu controlled thunder, wind and fire, and unleashed his full spiritual power to chase after him.

Sikong Ying looked back with an impatient look on his face. In the past three days, the two had been fighting here, and the fight was so fierce that no one could be determined.

However, after a long battle, the Holy Son of Taichu has been gaining more and more advantage, and the Five Elements Primordial Spirit has played a crucial role. This physique is extremely compatible with the Heavenly Way of the Ten Continents. Now that it has been cultivated to a near-perfect state by the Holy Son of Taichu, it can already absorb the pure spiritual consciousness of heaven and earth and feed it back to itself.

Now, Sikong Ying is already in a disadvantageous position and has to escape. If he continues to fight, he will surely be defeated.

The Guiling Sect, one of the six demon sects, and the Taichu Holy Land are sworn enemies. A Taichu Holy Maiden of a certain generation was once captured and brought back to the Guiling Sect, and it is said that she meted out a very miserable end.

Therefore, the disciples of the Taichu Holy Land hate this sect deeply.

The two of them flew away thousands of miles, one in front and one behind.

"Is it ever going to end?" Sikong Ying said to the Holy Son of Taichu with a gloomy face.

The original spirit of the Holy Son of Taichu controlled the power of thunder and flew across the sky at high speed like a bolt of lightning. Then he appeared from the thunder, pinched the heavenly fire in his hand, and evolved a fire phoenix of divine consciousness that rushed away!

"Why can this guy still use his spiritual power like this..." Sikong Ying's eyes were extremely gloomy and his brows were tightly furrowed.

His inky black soul burst out with magical power.

The rolling black fog spread out, and there seemed to be endless sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling coming from inside, which was captivating.

However, it could only barely resist the power of that heavenly fire, and its might was far less than when it was at its peak. However, the Holy Son of Taichu was still the same as before, and his offensive was even more fierce, and he became more courageous as the battle went on.

The Holy Son of Taichu had a stern expression, and every move he made went straight to the vital points.

He was born with a Five Elements Body, a physique that once dominated the ancient land. It was the ancient human holy body. When Bai Yujing saw the Holy Son of Taichu, he was very surprised.

This is a sign of the coming of a great era. Since the last generation when the path to immortality was cut off, this generation is the era of geniuses. The intensity of the future competition is unimaginable.

Rumbling--

Sikong Ying gritted his teeth, formed a seal with one hand, and drove the sneaky spirit to resist the violent attack of the Son of Taichu.

The Holy Son of Taichu stepped on thunder, and his soul escaped at an extremely fast speed, and in an instant he was close to Sikong Ying again.

This time, his soul directly evolved into a sea of ​​fire, burning fiercely, burning half of the sky into a dazzling red, like a setting sun, with shocking power, and it was bound to burn Sikong Ying's soul to dust!

"Trouble..."

Sikong Ying had a gloomy expression, and he looked into the depths of the distant mountains.

Afterwards, he ignored everything and flew into the mountains at all speed. This man's soul escape method was extraordinary and very treacherous. Every time the Son of Taichu approached, he could avoid it narrowly, as if he was flying on the edge of a knife.

After chasing for another thousand miles, they arrived at the entrance of the vast mountains.

The Holy Son of Taichu stopped outside the mountain and did not chase in immediately. He looked into the depths thoughtfully, then his spiritual awareness became clear and he explored.

"There are many restrictions, and there are many cultivators here..." The eyes of the Holy Son of Taichu moved slightly, and he thought to himself.

Having almost fallen into the hands of the twin brothers from the Valley of Living Souls last time, the Holy Son of Taichu became more cautious.

He noticed that there were many cultivators lurking in the distant mountains and rivers. They were obviously the cultivators from Dongsheng Shenzhou. Otherwise, Sikong Ying would not have looked so relieved and deliberately slowed down his escape speed, hoping that the Holy Son of Taichu would continue to chase after him.

"You're lucky this time. If I see you again next time, I'll make sure you're reduced to ashes."

The Holy Son of Taichu was very cautious and did not go deeper into the mountains. He watched from afar as Sikong Ying's soul disappeared into the depths of the mountains.

Just as the Holy Son of Taichu turned around to leave, several powerful spiritual powers came from within, like a startled wild goose, and spread to the outside of the mountain in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, several familiar voices were heard, rumbling like thunder, and it was obvious that the power of the soul was very strong.

The sky was dyed emerald green, and within that spiritual power, there was endless vitality.

Wei Wuya came slowly on the clouds, with a Sage Tree appearing in his soul. The fusion with him was so deep that he could even reflect the Sage Tree into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Not only Wei Wuya, but also in the distance there was a sharp spiritual power cutting through the sky, accompanied by snow-white aura. This was the spiritual power of Bai Ying's body, obviously Zhang Tianlin. He looked heroic in a white robe, and his eyes were as sharp as a thousand-year-old cold weapon.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Wei Wuya narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Since you are here, why don't you come in and have a chat with us?" Zhang Tianlin said in a cold tone.

"Holy Son of Taichu, where is Ye Zang?!"

Immediately after these two people, an even more terrifying dragon roar was heard.

It was a graceful figure, stepping on the dragon energy of the Yuanshen, the gilded color pierced the sky, Longshou Mountain Jiang Yijing came domineeringly, and the power of his Yuanshen was faintly overshadowing Zhang Tianlin and Wei Wuya, very domineering. The Taichu Saint was stunned, he did not expect that these three people were actually practicing here.

No wonder Sikong Ying risked his life to run here. Only these few people could save him. If it were anyone else, the Holy Son of Taichu would have killed them all.

The Holy Son of Taichu looked at them with some fear. The spiritual power of these three people seemed to have become much stronger.

He was not a fool. The three people's Yuan Shen were almost perfect, and each one was no weaker than him. In a three-on-one situation, he had no chance of winning. His personality was no longer as impulsive and arrogant as when he first entered the Dao. If he was the former Taichu Saint Son, he would have fought with them no matter how many geniuses came.

"Are you poking at the lair of your Dongsheng monks?" The Holy Son of Taichu sneered and said as he retreated: "You are all world-famous geniuses. Are you trying to use your numbers to suppress the minority?"

"Fellow Daoist Lu, you have misunderstood. When did we say we wanted to fight you? We just have some questions to ask you." Wei Wuya's soul was extremely restless. He said this, but his actual actions showed that he was always ready to use his magical powers. The emerald green Sage Tree on his forehead swayed slightly, and the flying leaves derived from his spiritual consciousness were so sharp that they could even cut through space. If they burst out, they could raze a mountain to the ground!

The three of them looked at the Holy Son of Taichu, and the power of their souls pressed down upon them, as if three ferocious monsters were staring at the Holy Son of Taichu.

For a moment, the space was distorted, and the Holy Son of Taichu suddenly discovered that the howling space around him seemed to be infinitely stretched.

The Qingling Realm is the realm of spiritual consciousness. As long as the spiritual consciousness is strong enough, distorting space is just a matter of thought.
The combined power of these three people, regardless of how their three souls and seven spirits have been cultivated, just in terms of their enormous and domineering spiritual power, can already be compared to a True Lord of the first level of Hedao. Their talent is truly terrifying.

"I'm asking you, where is Ye Zang? Tell me quickly!" Jiang Yijing asked with a cold tone and anger in her eyes.

Ye Zang had previously hidden his identity and was lurking in the caves of Longshou Mountain, where he killed hundreds of Longshou Mountain disciples.

After he caused the unrest in the devil land of the Blood God Forest, countless Dongsheng Taoists suffered heavy casualties. Nowadays, almost every Dongsheng disciple, whether from the Six Demon Sects or the Eight Immortal Sects, hates him to the core and wishes to grind Ye Zang into ashes.

After entering the Hedao Secret Treasure, they often communicated with each other through the Whistle Golden Flying Sword, looking for Ye Zang's traces everywhere. They were also looking for Xue Ning and others who were the fourteenth of the Plum Blossom Sword who had traveled with Ye Zang before.

Among these people, Jiang Yijing was naturally the angriest one.

Ye Zang had completely deceived her, what he was, the descendant of the King of the North, what he was, the direct disciple of the Murong family.

Jiang Yijing really believed it. In fact, Ye Zang was just going with the flow. He had no intention of pretending to be a disciple of the Northern Wilderness Murong family. It was Jiang Yijing who was self-indulgent and gave him this identity. She also helped to eliminate some disciples of the Twenty-Four Families. In short, Jiang Yijing did all the dirty work, but in the end, she got nothing. She didn't get the Zhulong Treasure Body Technique and also lost some talented disciples. She hated Ye Zang to death.

"Tell me, where is he?" Jiang Yijing shouted. His domineering spirit was emitting a golden aura, and every word he spoke was like a dragon's roar, shaking people's hearts and souls.

The space was shaking violently. The domineering dragon breath soul was pressing down like mountains and rivers. The Holy Son of Taichu condensed his eyes slightly and stabilized his soul.

"Son of Taichu, Ye Zang must have left a mark of your soul. If so, it should be easy for you to find him. Just tell us where he is and it won't be difficult for you." Wei Wuya said with his arms folded.

"We are only looking for Ye Zang to settle the score. It has nothing to do with you." Zhang Tianlin echoed.

While they were talking.

Sikong Ying from the Ghost Spirit Sect also returned, bringing with him the souls of hundreds of Ghost Spirit Sect disciples. They came rushing over and surrounded the entire world in an instant. Even an ant ran away.

"Your Highness, did you enjoy the pursuit earlier?" Sikong Ying gritted his teeth, his eyes so gloomy that tears seemed to be dripping out.

The Holy Son of Taichu's expression darkened and he looked around silently.

He and Ye Zang were not close friends, but if he was threatened and had to betray his fellow believers in order to survive, given the character of the Son of Taichu, he would rather perish together with them.

"What do you want from me? Do you have any good fortune to share with me?"

When they were confronting each other.

A man's voice came from the distant horizon, it was naturally Ye Zang.

Ye Zang came at a very fast speed, taking chaotic steps. He was hanging high above the sky, his soul emitting the auras of the moon and the sun. He was very domineering and seemed to look down on those in the same realm.

"Ye Zang!"

Jiang Yijing's beautiful eyes twitched and a fierce look appeared on her face. The moment she saw Ye Zang, she had already taken action.

Although Ye Zang's physical body was in the form of that spirit child, his spiritual aura had already permeated. The Taoists here had all interacted with him before and recognized him at the first sight.

It was a coincidence that Ye Zang arrived, as he had been walking towards the northeast.

After discovering that the soul of the Holy Son of Taichu had been moving at a very fast speed, he was able to roughly deduce his situation. He must be fighting with someone, or being chased or being hunted by others. He came here decisively, and now he saw this good show.

Wei Wuya and Zhang Tianlin are old acquaintances. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yijing from Longshou Mountain is also here. Ye Zang raised an eyebrow and looked at the woman. He found that her soul was filled with the aura of a great demon. However, with the soul of a human being, practicing the method of a great demon would leave many hidden dangers.

"Master Jiang, this method has flaws, so it's better not to practice it in depth." Ye Zang said with a smile.

"I want you to die!" Jiang Yijing was furious, and spoke in a hoarse and angry voice, as if a real dragon had spoken.

This is what Ye Zang implied. Practicing the great demon's method of leaving the body has already had some impact on the cultivator himself.

boom!
Jiang Yijing's eyes turned into an inverted gray-brown color. Her spiritual power was truly terrifying, able to shake the heavens and the earth. She was like a real dragon, tearing through the sky at an extremely fast speed.

The gilded breath vibrated and distorted the space, and boundless chaotic energy poured out like a waterfall, with an extremely terrifying momentum.

Ye Zang pushed forward with one hand without haste, and the crisscrossing spiritual power of the moon and the sun transformed into a circle of Tai Chi in the palm of his hand, which seemed to have the miraculous effect of moving a thousand pounds with a single move.

At the moment when the two spiritual forces confronted each other, Jiang Yijing's attack was instantly resolved, and the golden breath in the sky dispersed in the air like bubbles. The latter's cold face showed a hint of astonishment, and he looked at Ye Zang with a slightly moved expression.

"You retreat first. I have my own way to escape."

After Ye Zang blocked Jiang Yijing's spiritual attack, he spoke to the Holy Son of Taichu with his spiritual sense.

"Okay, be careful!"

The Holy Son of Taichu was not pretentious. Since Ye Zang said so, there must be a way to leave here.

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(End of this chapter)