I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 306 I can fight ten!

There are restrictions in front of the gate of the Sutra Pavilion.

Unless there is an elder's order, ordinary people cannot enter or exit at all.

But the Holy Son is different. He has the golden seal of the Holy Dharma on his body.

This thing can open the door to the treasure house and provide unimpeded access to any place in the Holy Land.

I saw golden light flashing on my forehead, and the next moment the restriction in front of me was opened.

After Zhang Jun stepped into it, his figure soon disappeared in front of the main gate of the Sutra Pavilion.

Coming to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was also Zhang Jun’s main purpose.

Although he has no shortage of training methods, and he has the Seven Pig Sword Technique, plus the Thunder Method Yuanshen is enough, there are countless other messy skills left.

But there are some things that I am extremely lacking.

For example, some formations, alchemy, weapon refining, etc., I have the corresponding skills in my hand, but they are too simple, but these things are not available in the Wusheng Sect. How can I let go of such a good opportunity now? Pass.

Stepping into the Sutra Pavilion, Zhang Jun was shocked by the sight in front of him as soon as he raised his head.

I thought this place would be like Wushengmen, with all kinds of scriptures placed on the bookshelves.

But after he came in, he realized that this place was completely different from what he thought.

This is a huge space full of historical deposits, just like the Longmen Grottoes in reality. Shrines of different sizes are lined up, each with its own unique shape and decoration, as if it were the residence of ancient gods.

Zhang Jun stepped forward, looked at the shrine in front of him, and found that there were various strange textures intertwined together to form a ray of divine light.

He thought about it in the memory of the Holy Son for a while, and then found the information in these shrines.

These shrines contain various secret books, some recording powerful martial arts, some containing profound spells, and some telling mysterious spells.

However, it is not easy to obtain these things. You need to worship with devotion, put your own soul into them and meditate. Only by reaching a certain resonance with the gods in the shrine can you obtain the inheritance of these gods.

In this way, even if someone sneaks into the Sutra Pavilion, it will not be easy to take away the inheritance in these shrines.

These gods are really unwilling to let go. Even if the world has fallen apart and been polluted by evil spirits, they still leave the fire of faith here.

This made Zhang Jun feel a little disappointed. Obviously, his little plan didn't seem to be so easy to achieve.

After wandering around on the first floor, Zhang Jun headed to the second floor.

This Sutra Pavilion has only three floors in total, but the space on each floor is very different.

The second floor is a completely different world. The light here is thinner, giving people a mysterious and deep feeling.

There are more shrines here, and each one seems to hide a deeper secret.

Standing at the entrance on the second floor, you can feel the flow of time and the precipitation of history, as if these shrines have gone through thousands of years and extended into eternity.

Zhang Jun did not stop and continued going up.

The higher you go, the higher the standard of the shrines are. Since I promised to fight with those people in two days, there is no need to waste time on these ordinary shrines and go straight to the highest place.

Soon, the space suddenly opened up in front of him. Even though he had found scattered memories of the third floor in the mind of the Holy Son, he couldn't help but be shocked when he actually climbed to the third floor.

There are no shrines here, only countless mountains. On the stone wall in front of you is carved a picture of the gods walking in the clouds.

Looking around, this place seems to be a small world, with the vastness between heaven and earth, and every mountain is filled with a strange glow.

The higher you go up, the higher the standards of the gods are. The first floor is a small stone shrine, but the size of the shrine on the second floor has become like a grotto.

As for the third level, good guys, there is no shrine anymore, but a mountain instead.

It makes sense if you think about it carefully.

Even in reality, aren't the truly powerful gods named after mountains?

The most typical ones are the Great Emperor of the Five Sacred Mountains, the Purple Bamboo Forest of the South China Sea, etc. Even if there are no names referring to these gods, when people mention them, they will inevitably think of the existence of these gods.

However, it was a shock, but Zhang Jun couldn't help complaining in his heart, why did a Hidden Gold Pavilion become so complicated?

The same goes for you gods. If you don't want to leave a legacy, why bother causing such trouble? The world has become like this. If you really want to take it back, don't be so fussy about it. You're so angry.

If it were him, he would have carved all the advanced spells, powerful martial arts, and even the must-learn sword manuals directly on the stone wall.

"Forget it, it's here now, let's give it a try."

Zhang Jun simply sat on the ground, emptied his soul, and asked the Holy Son to sit cross-legged on a big rock. He tried to use his soul to perceive the charm emanating from these mountains and see if it could arouse some kind of resonance.

It's just that Zhang Jun had a high opinion of this holy son after all.

After all, he had been tortured by Shenxiang for so long. While the saint's cultivation level plummeted, his soul was also extremely scattered.

If it weren't for the protection of the Golden Seal of the Holy Law, this guy would have collapsed and gone crazy.

Fortunately, the development of things exceeded Zhang Jun's expectation.

He saw a mountain in the distance suddenly shaking, and wisps of golden light flashed, followed by a golden light landing on his hand.

Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment, then looked down and found that it was actually a pill.

[Jin Yuan Sheng Sheng Dan] a seventh grade elixir,

The best among the seventh-grade elixirs, you can immediately produce a fake elixir in your belly after taking it. Although it is a fake elixir, it is infinitely mysterious, and it is equivalent to having an extra level of infuriating energy at the peak of your concentration.

And when necessary, the body can be forcibly transformed into a gold-yuan martial body at the cost of broken pills, which lasts for one stick of incense.

It's just that this is a trick. It's best to activate the Jinyuan Martial Body within a week after taking it, otherwise there will be many troubles.

Zhang Jun looked at the information about this thing and found that there was no mission. Just when he was confused, another mountain trembled.

A gem fell into Zhang Jun's hand.

The jade was shining brightly and had strange textures on it. Zhang Jun held it in his hand and sensed it. It turned out to be a set of sword techniques.

It's called the Yin Yang Purgatory Knife.

It is a very domineering sword technique. If it can be practiced to the extreme, it can even give people the ability to give it a try with the master of the Taoist realm.

Subsequently, strange lights continued to shine on the mountaintops, and various treasures, elixirs, and inheritances fell into Zhang Jun's hands.

This shocked Zhang Jun.

Am I the rumored Chosen One? ?

But he soon understood what was going on. The Chosen Son was real, but it was not him, but the Holy Son.

No! To be precise, it should be because of the golden magic seal on his forehead.

No wonder so many people are trying their best to abolish the Holy Son and re-elect the Holy Son. The benefits brought by this Holy Son are really many.

After waiting for a while and making sure that no other treasures came to his door, Zhang Jun put away his things and walked downstairs happily.

Although he didn't get the formations, alchemy, etc. he wanted, having so many treasures was a huge profit for him.

"Son!"

When he came out of the Sutra Pavilion, he found that Li Bochang was already waiting for him outside with Xia Mo.

Li Bochang was holding a long box in his hand. When he saw him coming out, he immediately stepped forward and handed the box into Zhang Jun's hand.

"Uncle Li, this is..."

"You'll know when you open it and take a look."

Li Bochang didn't say what was inside, but looking at his expectant eyes, Zhang Jun knew that the things inside must be extraordinary.

Opening the box, Zhang Jun took a closer look and raised his head in surprise: "Qinghong Sword, this thing is too valuable, I can't accept it."

In the memory of the Holy Son, this sword was a magic weapon that Li Bochang entered and obtained from the treasure house when he entered Taoism.

Later, after Li Bochang's careful sacrifice, this sword has advanced to the fourth level. Even if it is taken out and placed in the arena, it is still a rare magic weapon.

You must know that the Biluo Sword is only a first-grade magic weapon.

Of course, in terms of potential, Zhang Jun is more optimistic about the Biluo Sword. After all, the sword was repaired by himself, and it is of great significance.

"Take it. Many people noticed me on the way here. If you don't take it, I won't be able to keep this sword."

Li Bochang looked gloomy. He had been sealed as a cultivator and was now no different from a useless person. Many people had come to him to borrow a sword, but he had rejected them all on the grounds that the sword and his cultivation were sealed together.

Now that he had taken out the sword, it had attracted the prying eyes of many people. It would be fine if it fell into the hands of the Holy Son. Otherwise, he might not be able to keep the sword tonight.

Hearing this, Zhang Jun stopped refusing, nodded solemnly, and put away the sword.

"There's only so much I can do to help you. How you go about the rest of the way depends on you."

Li Bochang cupped his hands towards Zhang Jun and said in a deep voice. Zhang Jun understood Li Bochang's thoughts, and matched his words and said with a righteous look: "Uncle Li, don't worry, I will definitely help you get an explanation for what happened to you."

When Li Bochang heard this, he smiled knowingly. Although something had happened to the Holy Son, his eyes were blind, and his cultivation had regressed, he was still optimistic about the Holy Son.

Of course, he had no more choices, he just hoped that he had not misjudged the person.

Li Bochang talked about the past with Zhang Jun again. After learning that they were going to find the spirit fairy, Li Bochang left.

His current status is still a humble handyman in the Holy City, and he is not suitable to accompany the Holy Son to meet the Spirit Fairy.

"It's a pity. If Uncle Li had not been wronged, with his talent, he might have become the mainstay of my holy path by now."

Xia Mo looked at Li Bochang's back and looked sorry for him.

Zhang Jun nodded, and then the two of them headed towards the direction where Fairy Ling lived.

Arriving at Fairy Ling's mansion, she was immediately warmly received.

However, when Fairy Ling learned that he was actually going to have a duel at the Tsing Yi Festival two days later, an angry look appeared on her beautiful face.

"You are too bold. The man today is called Wang Xiansheng. He is Wang Bofu's grandson and a leader of the younger generation. How can you duel with him? Once you lose, your status as the Holy Son will be shaken and you will be defeated by those few The elders who have a grudge against you took the opportunity to abolish it."

"A leader among the younger generation?"

Zhang Jun looked dissatisfied, raised his head and said: "Auntie, so what if he is better than me back then?"

Fairy Ling frowned when she heard this and gave a four-word comment: "Far inferior."

To be able to become a Holy Son, one must be one-in-a-million in talent and cultivation. If not for the turmoil that year, which caused him to be captured and taken to the Holy Land, now this young Holy Son should have become a first-level protector. At least the strength may not be inferior to his own.

But that was ten years ago. The Holy Son of ten years ago was the proud son of heaven and the number one among the younger generation.

but now……

Fairy Ling looked at the blind and thin young man in front of her, and for a moment she couldn't bear to talk anymore.

Zhang Jun couldn't see it, but he could sense the subtle changes in Fairy Ling's expression with the power of his soul. He sighed and repeated what he had said to Li Bochang before.

"Although I'm back, if I just hide like this, it won't be any different from a useless person. It will make it more difficult for the leader. In that case, it's better to give it a try. If I really lose, I have nothing to say. .”

Hearing Zhang Jun's words, Fairy Ling was moved for a moment. Looking at the haggard young man in front of her, she finally gritted her teeth and said, "Now that you have figured out the pros and cons, I won't persuade you anymore. You can come to me if you want." Anything else?"

Xia Mo's face turned dark when she heard this.

Not even a fool would understand that Fairy Ling had issued an eviction order, which meant that she was not optimistic about the Holy Son, and that she was not ready to cut herself off from the Holy Son at this moment.

"Yes, I want that dog."

"dog?"

"Yes, it's the dog that was locked in a cage when you brought me back, aunt."

Zhang Jun certainly didn't come to see this fairy just to be unhappy.

After taking control of the Holy Son's mind, he immediately thought of Da Fei and searched for the Holy Son's memory. It seemed that this idiot was still in Fairy Ling's space magic weapon.

After hearing his request, Fairy Spirit hesitated for a moment.

That dog belonged to Monk Jingye. It was very strange. I don’t know why after Monk Jingye got the dog, he wanted to hold it and sleep with it every day.

Even when meditating and chanting sutras, he never forgets to take this dog with him. It can be seen that Monk Jingye likes this dog very much.

It's just that Monk Jingye made a mistake. This incident was beyond everyone's expectations. Now that the dog has been locked up by Anjing, no one has figured out how to deal with it.

So there was nothing wrong with giving it to the Holy Son, but she still asked cautiously: "What do you want this dog for?"

"As a mount, you have also seen that I have difficulty moving now. It would be much more convenient to have a dog by my side. Auntie, is this okay?"

Zhang Jun noticed that Fairy Ling had already thought of abandoning the Holy Son, and his words immediately softened a lot, especially when the word "aunt" was used very strongly.

Fairy Ling was really touched now, so she didn't ask any more questions. She called out the sign, waved her hand, and sent the dog and cage out.

Although Zhang Jun couldn't see it, his soul swept away and he suddenly became furious. Da Fei was still fat and strong when he followed him. After a while, he lost a lot of weight. He cursed in his heart that Monk Jingye is not a thing. I will go to the prison and greet this bald donkey properly.

He immediately opened the iron cage, groped for Da Fei's head, and lifted him out of the cage.

The strange thing is that Da Fei was originally very wary of the blind man. After all, he was a wolf and had been hungry for a long time. At that time, he started to bar his teeth.

But when Zhang Jun's hand touched Da Fei, the guy's eyes showed a trace of doubt at first, but soon he seemed to have discovered something, and he plunged into Zhang Jun's arms and started rubbing against him.

Fairy Ling was also very surprised when she saw this scene. The dog looked very ordinary. She had wanted to check it out, but this idiot was unwilling to let herself get close at all. Why was he so close to the Holy Son?

Zhang Jun didn't know the reason. He didn't know how Da Fei recognized him, and he didn't dare to let this guy continue to mess with him. He quickly pulled Da Fei to thank Ling Fairy.

"I'm tired, you can take care of yourself."

The spirit fairy turned around and waved her hand to indicate that they could leave.

When he walked out of Fairy Ling's house, Xia Mo stamped his feet: "Fairy Ling is true, you are his nephew."

Hearing this, Zhang Jun caressed Da Fei nonchalantly and said with a smile: "There are many relationships in the world, but the most unreliable is the relationship between relatives. Let's go back."

As Zhang Jun spoke, he turned over and sat on Da Fei's body. It happened that the body of the Holy Son was not heavy, so it had no impact on Da Fei at all.

Once riding on Da Fei's back, Zhang Jun could immediately feel the sound of Buddha ringing in his ears, and a strange power blessing him, which magnified his senses many times in an instant and made his thoughts more flexible.

It's a pity that Fairy Ling has always disliked Da Fei for being dirty. She has a mysophobia and has never thought of touching Da Fei, otherwise she would inevitably discover Da Fei's magic.

Thanks to this, otherwise it would not be an easy task for me to get Da Fei back.

The only bad thing is that Da Fei is a wolf after all.

The bones in my back were very hard and it was a bit uncomfortable to sit on it. It would be best to ask Xia Mo to get herself a cushion, saddle or something like that when I get back.

Zhang Jun rode a dog back slowly, which naturally attracted many people's attention.

Because Wang Xiansheng and his group deliberately spread the word, everyone now knows that the Holy Son will compete with Wang Xiansheng and others at the Tsing Yi Festival two days later.

Now many people looked at the Holy Son with many different emotions in their eyes.

Of course, most of them hope that he will fail miserably.

Zhang Jun couldn't see it, but he could feel the hostile mood when everyone looked at him.

Based on these emotions, he divided them into three types.

This Holy Son was captured for ten years, which prevented the entire Holy Path from opening the treasure house for ten years, making many people feel that they had missed many opportunities.

Part of it is purely for profit reasons. As long as this kid Qing Yijie makes a fool of himself and then deposes him, the new Holy Son will come to power, which will definitely bring new benefits.

The last handful of people can only be said to purely feel that this Holy Son who escaped from the Holy Land in embarrassment is not worthy of being the Son of the Holy Way.

Even though these people did not dare to scold the Holy Son openly, they lowered their heads and whispered, and the louder the voices became unknowingly as the number of people increased.

Xia Mo also heard the gossip, and his face looked ugly along the way.

After they returned, Xia Mo simply wiped Zhang Jun's hands. Seeing the hideous scars everywhere on his arms, Xia Mo's eyes turned red.

"Otherwise, let's admit defeat."

Suddenly Xia Mo stopped, lowered his head and choked with sobs.

"Admit defeat?"

"Yes, even if we lose our identity as the Son of the Holy Path, we will give them what they want and we will live in seclusion. I...I can take good care of you."

Zhang Jun was stunned for a few seconds, and couldn't help but feel sorry for this holy son.

Thinking about how high-spirited this holy son was, he is about to enter Taoism at a young age, which shows how terrifying his talent is.

If he had not been kidnapped by the Zuo Protector, he would now be the most powerful among all the heroes, possess the treasure house of the holy way, and have such a confidante beside him.

Isn't this the perfect protagonist of a refreshing novel?

Perhaps it was because of such an overly perfect character that he became an outcast. Zhang Jun didn't know what was going on.

But one thing he knew very well was that Protector Zuo was pretending to surrender. Someone in the Holy Way definitely knew this. At least the leader must know that in this case, this Holy Son was the stepping stone deliberately thrown out by the Holy Way.

Therefore, compared to the weird theories in Shenxiang, Zhang Jun felt that the stench in this holy way was not necessarily any worse than Shenxiang.

Hearing Xia Mo's choked cries and being affected by the host of the Holy Son, Zhang Jun felt uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand to caress Xia Mo's cheek and said with a smile, "Don't worry, those chickens and dogs are definitely not me. opponent."

Xia Mo didn't believe this, but before she could say anything, Zhang Jun stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "I'm not as good as them in terms of cultivation, but when it comes to fighting, hehe, Wang Xiansheng is at their level. , I can hit ten!”

(End of this chapter)