From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The world is filled with murderous intent.

On the steps of Daode Sect, the monk Nagarjuna stopped chanting.

Not only him, but all the first-class masters including the four immortal disciples felt an extremely pure murderous intent.

There is no personal grudge, it is just a simple dispute over the great principles.

So monk Nagarjuna chose to get up and walk south.

As he began to move, the immortal disciple, regardless of his tragic injuries, delivered the most proud Celestial Sword of his life, and then died suddenly.

The Celestial Sword, composed entirely of pure Taoist spirit, broke through the already dilapidated golden body that protected the old monk, and then pierced through the old monk's heart.

As the monk Nagarjuna walked, he took an old pottery bowl used for begging and collected his heart blood. Soon the bottom of the bowl was shining with golden light.

The three disciples followed closely.

……

A hundred miles south of Daode Sect.

Dark clouds rolled in and dust filled the sky.

The Taoist leader and the warrior fight for life and death.

"Soldiers!"

The young man performed a hand seal, retracted his index finger, stretched out his middle finger and connected them together, and the Great Chongxu Treasure Seal appeared. The long sword behind him was unsheathed. One became two, two became three, and three became ten thousand. He formed a sword formation and smashed forward head-on.

"Array."

The child clasped his hands tightly, with his right hand in front, his thoughts spreading, and forming the Wanzhen hand seal. The heavy talismans stuck to his body formed a talisman mountain, giving rise to endless lightning and the fusion of sword formations.

True Qilin waved one sleeve and struck the Lei Chi Sword Formation with all his might, causing the latter to instantly split into pieces and fly away.

Jiang Yuan shot out thousands of spears, which turned into one spear. The five elements were empty and led the powerful energy forward, like a big river moving a mountain.

The Lei Chi sword formation collapsed, and the river of strong energy also scattered.

The young man was practicing martial arts, with his sword flying in the air. A crack suddenly appeared in the dark clouds in the sky, and the sun shone through. In the line between light and darkness, the sword seemed to cut through the sky and earth.

It is equivalent to a land-based swordsman delivering the sword with all his strength.

The long sword was used to hold up the Deer-Cutting Spear, causing this weapon, which had been strengthened several times, to bend like a full moon. The sword energy was like a tide washing over the opponent's Vajra physique, peeling off its cocoon bit by bit and breaking the protective qi.

At the same time, the child was already close, and Fushan struck him on the head, killing him. The ground within a mile radius sank three inches, as if it were really as heavy as a mountain.

"The one who is about to fight."

The lightning in Qilin Zhenren's hand turned into a whisk, and he held it upside down with the handle facing forward. His figure instantly appeared in front of his opponent.

Jiang Yuan suddenly let go of his defense, and the sword immortal's strike went straight through his chest, with the surging sword energy entering his body.

The whisk had arrived, and this divine hand used to decide life and death struck Vajra's body, destroying all its meridians and acupoints.

Qilin Zhenren's expression changed slightly.

I saw a pair of sun and moon rising on someone's shoulders, the sun was scorching and the moon was bright.

Qilin Zhenren retreated violently.

The ripples formed by the dissipation of moonlight were extremely cold and sharp.

At the critical moment, Fu Shan fell and resisted the moonlight.

Jiang Yuan pointed his spear at the sun and delivered a strike with peak strength and will.

The scarlet light engulfed the child in the incarnation of the Three Pure Ones, and his powerful Taoist aura vanished in an instant.

The backlash came, and True Man Qilin vomited a mouthful of black blood. The sword energy condensed in the hands of the young man not far away dissipated.

Jiang Yuan stepped into the red ocean, and when he came out, the ashes in his hands dissipated, and the damage to his meridians and acupoints was restored to normal.

"So that's how it is. The Marquis of Ji'an is indeed a great thief of heaven and earth."

Seeing the Sun and Moon Fist Intent rising again, Qilin Zhenren knew that his fight just now was in vain. This number 6 in the world could plunder vitality through brutal means, and then repair his damage and condition, and because of unknown reasons, his mental strength was endless, which made the miracle of defeating thousands of enemies on the battlefield possible.

"Why are you seeking death?"

Jiang Yuan asked for the second time, which was rare.

"Master's orders are hard to disobey." Qilin Zhenren shook his head. The swordless young man suddenly exploded, and before he died, he extended a sword finger from a distance.

It is not pointing at someone, but the sword opens the sky.

"Please welcome the ancestor to come to the world." Qilin Zhenren bowed.

The gate of heaven opened, and twelve immortals walked out one after another, each with their own style. They were all real people who ascended to the clouds in the history of Daode Sect. Although they came to this world without physical bodies, they were real "land immortals" with their spirits.

"Join my sect." The leader spoke coldly. No immortal was willing to come to the mortal world, except for the huge rules. Once they died, only an ownerless shell would remain on the cloud, and thousands of years of cultivation would be destroyed.

The ground was shrouded in clouds and mist. An old monk walked slowly towards them, but each step he took was several miles away.

"Wait a minute, I have a bowl of wine for Marquis Ji'an."

Jiang Yuan sneered, unwilling to accept this favor.

The next second, a giant Buddha rose from the ground.

It is sixty feet high, with blood, flesh, meridians, and green lamp acupoints.

Jiang Yuan took out the Heavenly Stone Bow and pulled the bowstring, and the golden body of the Great Burning Heaven Arhat made the same move.

In just a moment, lightning turned into bowstrings, blazing flames became arrows, and thirteen suns rose up to act as arrowheads. The moment the giant Buddha released the bowstrings, the dark clouds in the sky and the white fog in the world all retreated.

The twelve immortals used their own methods, but still all of them were killed.

Jiang Yuan stared at the physically damaged Kirin Zhenren. In fact, these mortal immortals were not even as strong as paper. They were far less threatening than this "prime-aged" Zhenren. They looked majestic, but could only scare ordinary people.

"Thank you, Marquis Ji'an, for your help."

Qilin Zhenren laughed heartily, letting his body be destroyed, and his soul flew like a rainbow towards the heavenly gate that had not yet closed.

Among the eighteen levels of ascension, the rainbow ascension is one level lower than the dragon ascension, but much higher than the crane ascension. This special moment is a promise of heaven, and even the immortals on land cannot stop it.

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, and a golden river rose into the sky, smashing into the sky gate.

Jinluoyi is best at breaking the connection between heaven and man, not to mention that it was done by a Confucian astronomical figure himself.

Qilin Zhenren's spirit was floating in the air and was in a daze. Without a body, any breeze was a torture to him.

"Why are you seeking death?" Jiang Yuan asked for the third time.

"Before now, the heaven has not allowed me to ascend." Qilin Zhenren smiled dimly. He possessed the great magical power of transforming one breath into three pure ones. Few people were willing to see him grow again and become equal to those of higher positions.

“It turns out to be so boring.”

Jiang Yuan threw out the deer-cutting spear.

Qilin Zhenren knew that he was powerless to save the situation, so he did not dodge, as he could not dodge, and just died like that.

On the ground, the monk Nagarjuna had walked in and tremblingly handed over a bowl of golden heart blood.

"Give...drink..."

"No need."

Jiang Yuan picked up the bowl and stuffed the golden blood back into the monk Longshu's mouth, then held his head with one hand to absorb his vitality.

If a drink is offered to him, he must accept it.

It is better to take it by force.

Not far away, the white-robed monk Li Dangxin was coming over with a section of Yongchuan River water.

The monk Nagarjuna used up his last bit of strength to shake his head, then put his hands together and passed away.

After a while, Jiang Yuan withdrew his hand, and his eyes slowly returned from golden color.

"Why, you won't take revenge if Master doesn't allow you to?"

The white-robed monk Li Dangxin clenched his hands and glared angrily.

"From now on, Marquis Ji'an is not allowed to enter Liangchan Temple."

The golden figure of the Great Burning Heaven Arhat appeared again, this time it was eighty feet tall, and when he punched, it was like a mountain moving sideways.

Li Dangxin roared like a lion. The white-robed monk who was once famous in the capital city knocked back the giant Buddha's palm with one punch, and at the same time he flew backwards 20,000 feet and fell directly into the Daode Sect.

(End of this chapter)