Bone Taoist

Chapter 757: Reflection of the Ancient
Everyone reacted and realized that it was Ye Zang who made the move. That suffocating murderous aura could only be unleashed by Ye Kuishou.

However, when they looked back, they found that the depths of the mountains were shrouded in thick fairy mist. It was clear that it was the fairy mist manifested by the divine consciousness of heaven and earth. The divine consciousness oppressed them so much that they could hardly move.

Deep in the mountains, only a corner of the towering Purple Bamboo Mountain was still visible; everything else was covered up, and Ye Zang's figure also disappeared.

The ground gradually stopped shaking. Everyone was hesitant. They were just planning to go there to check it out. With Ye Kui leading the way, they thought there would be fewer dangerous restrictions. But now they were unsure. Not to mention the restricted killing formation, just Ye Zang's thundering attack just now made them very afraid.

"This Ye Zang is truly unscrupulous, just as the rumors say..." Princess Jiuli's beautiful eyes narrowed as she spoke casually, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Ye Kuishou has become more and more domineering. He is even more decisive in killing people than when he was in Wanduan Mountain." Ren Yuxuan said with a half-smile. She could not guarantee that she could withstand the attack of the Hedao magic just now.

"The evil star is angry. What are you waiting for? Why don't you leave?" A Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and spoke with a tone of jealousy and fear.

He was a Hedao disciple from a great sect with unparalleled potential. If he was killed like this, who knows how much trouble he would cause when he gets out.

The Taoists who had wanted to say a few words to Ye Zang earlier suddenly shut up and flew away one by one, returning to their caves to meditate.

On the high cliff, only Lu Zhiwei was left, holding a sword in one hand, her white robe fluttering, and her beautiful eyes trembling as she looked into the depths.

"The Divine Land is vast, and the demons are inexhaustible."

Lu Zhiwei sighed in her heart. Although she was still young, she had already entered the realm of harmony with the Tao that all living beings prayed for. However, the higher her level of Taoism became, the more powerless she felt from the inside out.

There is too much killing in this world. Can the Dao of the cultivators in that isolated place in Beixuanzhou really prove the purity of the world?

Just as I was thinking about leaving, I heard the voice of a divine consciousness coming from the fairy mist among the mountains.

"Friend Lu, could you come over to help raise funds?" That was Ye Zang's voice, as if it came from the void.

Lu Zhiwei stopped walking and looked stunned, as if she was hesitating.

After half a breath, she turned back, stepped on the sword, and went straight into the depths.

The long sword broke through the air. Lu Zhiwei's Taoism was still quite good. The head of the tomb had refined the corpse of the Corpse Saint, but he never got the upper hand from her, and was even slightly inferior to her.

Among all the sword cultivators of the same generation that Ye Zang had met in his life, the strongest were the Senior Sister, Sword Fourteen, and Lu Zhiwei. The other sword cultivators were not at the same level as these three.

After half an incense stick of time, Lu Zhiwei went deep into the fog.

The eye-catching Purple Bamboo Mountain was the direction she was flying. After walking on the sword for a long time, she saw Ye Zang's figure not far away.

A scarlet lotus seat of Hedao was hung in front of Ye Zang's spiritual orifice, and a huge Yin-Yang magic sword surrounded his body.

He seemed to be imprisoned in that piece of heaven and earth. It was visible to the naked eye that the void around Ye Zang was distorted. Now, the vast divine consciousness of heaven and earth in Zizhu Lingshan seemed to be guided by something and was all blessing Ye Zang.

Therefore, the suppressive force that Lu Zhiwei was subjected to was very weak, and she easily reached the depths.

Her beautiful eyes wrinkled slightly, and she walked towards Ye Zang with lotus steps.

"Are...are you okay?" Lu Zhiwei asked in a cold voice. Now that Ye Zang was motionless, any random Hedao cultivator could take his life.

It was precisely because of this that Ye Zang took such a thundering action just now, killing the chicken to scare the monkeys and scared away Ren Yuxuan's group.

Otherwise, if those Taoists came in at this moment, Ye Zang would be in danger.

"Obviously, it's not good." Ye Zang turned his head and looked at the pretty Lu Zhiwei, smiling. Although this woman and the senior sister were both sword cultivators, their temperaments were completely different.

Shu Aohan was cold and austere, and kept strangers away. But this woman's righteousness made people feel very comfortable, and her face was full of righteousness.

"I haven't seen you for so long, but Fellow Daoist Lu is still the same Fellow Daoist Lu. If you hadn't taken action just now, Ye Zang would have been hit by that villain." Ye Zang said with a smile.

Lu Zhiwei paused, remained silent for a few breaths, and then immediately said righteously: "Even if it wasn't you, I would have helped you, so don't misunderstand me, Ye Kuishou!"

Seeing the serious look on the young lady's face, Ye Zang was too lazy to talk nonsense with her and hurriedly said, "Fairy Lu, can you help me break the restriction under the sacred mountain? Now I can't move, and I have the will but not the strength."

"If I kill you now, wouldn't it be like getting rid of a great threat to Beixuan?" Lu Zhiwei looked at Ye Zang, suddenly drew her sword, and said in a cold voice.

Seeing this, Ye Zang smiled strangely and said, "What are you doing, fairy? I came here with good intentions to invite you to join me in creating the world, but you are trying to slay demons and monsters instead."

"Do you admit that you are a demon?" Lu Zhiwei snorted coldly, and said: "With your talent, why did you help the tyrants and cause so much killing out of thin air? A prodigal son who returns is more valuable than gold. You should quit the Jackdaw Divine Cult and stop associating with those demons."

Ye Zang was speechless after hearing this.

He didn't want to argue with Lu Zhiwei about the so-called righteous and evil theories. They grew up in different environments, so they couldn't share the same ideals and couldn't communicate with each other.

Seeing Ye Zang silent, Lu Zhiwei thought that Ye Zang was convinced by her righteous words. She snorted coldly, glanced at Ye Zang, and then walked towards Lingshan with a sword in hand.

The towering Purple Bamboo Mountain is surrounded by fairy mist like a vast lake.

There was a very eye-catching sword mark on the mountainside, which was obviously made by Ye Zang with the Yin-Yang Sword.

At the bottom of the Purple Bamboo Spiritual Mountain, sixteen ancient stone tablets appeared, and a series of forbidden formations evolved, covering the Purple Bamboo Spiritual Mountain layer by layer. "Those are the sixteen most basic ancient formations of the Qimen Formation. Although the magic power is powerful, it is not complicated. Fairy Lu, listen to my command and break the formations one by one to dissolve the spiritual suppression of the Spiritual Mountain." Ye Zang smiled and said with concentration.

Although this site of Duke Zhou's remains has the power to display the second level of He Dao, it is ultimately not controlled by humans.

Including the restrictions here, as long as you cultivate the All-Seeing Eyes, you can see through and avoid them one by one. Taoists with strong spiritual awareness can also resist them.

"You said."

"There is an eye in the southern part of the sky. Let's break it open first." Ye Zang's eyes glowed with spiritual light, and he said loudly.

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhiwei immediately took action with lightning speed.

Her powerful spiritual consciousness radiated, and that kind of righteous energy was able to cleanse all the evil in the world. The magic sword in her hand glowed gradually and flew away like thunder.

Ye Zang helped her attract most of the suppression of the divine consciousness of heaven and earth, and the divine consciousness here was no longer able to check and control Lu Zhiwei.

boom!
With a slash of the sword, the void in the Qian position exploded and countless array patterns dissipated. Ye Zang found that the pressure around him was much smaller and his body was able to move.

Afterwards, he commanded Lu Zhiwei to break through the array repeatedly.

The stone tablets at the foot of Zizhuling Mountain shattered one by one and dissipated into ripples.

Half an hour later, all the ancient formations lurking under the earth veins had been broken. Ye Zang instantly felt relieved. With the naked eye, he could see that the spiritual consciousness of the surrounding heaven and earth was retreating towards the Purple Bamboo Spiritual Mountain like a tide.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Zang relaxed his soul, then walked towards Lu Zhiwei with a smile.

Looking at Ye Zang, Lu Zhiwei subconsciously avoided his gaze and put the magic sword into her spiritual orifice.

"Brother Daoist Lu's methods are swift and decisive. I admire you very much." Ye Zang said with a smile, stroking his Taoist robe.

"Stop complimenting me." Lu Zhiwei's beautiful eyes trembled, but her face remained expressionless.

Ye Zang smiled calmly, then looked towards the Purple Bamboo Spiritual Mountain and said casually, "This holy mountain is the source of the gathering place of spirits in the illusion. The divine consciousness of heaven and earth here is the best in this world. Fellow Daoist Lu can open a cave in the mountain and practice seclusion with peace of mind. There will definitely be a huge improvement."

The two of them flew side by side towards the mountainside.

"Is there anything special on the top of this mountain?" Lu Zhiwei asked casually when she saw Ye Zang about to climb the mountain.

"The Taoist theories left behind by some ancient Qimen Taoists are rare experiences for us. However, Fellow Daoist Lu is not a Qimen cultivator, so I think those ancient Taoist theories will not be of much use to you." Ye Zang said.

"You'll know whether it's useful or not once you take a look." Lu Zhiwei glanced at Ye Zang and said.

The two men stepped on the sword energy and went up along the mountainside at an extremely fast speed, following the divine consciousness of heaven and earth that was splashing like a waterfall.

Ten breaths later, they passed through the fairy mist in the sky and successfully reached the top of the mountain.

There were many ancient bluestone Taoist temples. Ye Zang took a look and found that there were dozens of Taoist temples on the top of the mountain. They were filled with an ancient and rich atmosphere, as if they were reflected from the long river of time. They rose and fell one after another, and in the fairy mist, from time to time, the ethereal figures of Taoists walked out, sometimes dissipating, and sometimes condensing.

Those temples looked illusory, like mirages, and seemed to disappear at any time.

In a trance, both of them heard the distant sound of ancient chanting, which made people intoxicated and dazed unconsciously.

"All things are but a temporary inn, time is but a passing guest of a hundred generations, and life is but a dream, how much joy can there be..."

"Open a banquet to sit among the flowers, drink wine and get drunk under the moon."

"Without good poems, how can one express his elegant thoughts?"

Fairy mist lingered above those bluestone dojos. In his trance, Ye Zang seemed to be able to see the ancient Taoists sitting there and discussing Taoism. They sat cross-legged on the futons and tables, drinking and having fun, dreaming of eternity, feeling so comfortable.

The sound of Tao is endless, making people intoxicated.

Ye Zang took a deep breath, came to his senses, and flew towards the dojo.

He landed steadily on the ground. The bluestone area beneath his feet was covered with traces of time and moss. The old desks, chairs and pavilions had been weathered and seemed as if they would break at the slightest touch.

A gust of fairy mist blew in from somewhere, and the space in the Taoist temple fluctuated.

In an instant, everything was brand new, and the shadow of the ancient Taoist appeared, shining from the ancient times, holding Taoist books and talking about Taoism with each other.

"Such a theory of Taoism is indeed the place of fortune for Qimen monks."

Ye Zang did not waste any time. He immediately sat cross-legged and practiced the Dharma Eye.

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(End of this chapter)