I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 383 The Qi situation protects the Taoist temple and raises the altar to summon Yin Cao

In fact, a large part of Mr. Fu's survival is luck.

It wasn't the backup plan he had saved that saved his life, but Taoist Miaozhen actually didn't calculate that he would be able to break through the shackles of heaven and earth through ultimate sublimation in the end.

The key to the breakthrough is the spiritual stones that Taoist Miaozhen took from Zhang Jun.

Taoist Miao Zhen's breakthrough created another problem, that is, the force generated when he broke through was too great, so great that Qi Men Tu could not be restrained at all, and a hole was forcibly torn.

This is the reason why Mr. Fu was able to complete his reincarnation and escape at the last moment.

Otherwise, according to Taoist Miaozhen's final calculation, he and Mr. Fu must both die in the Qimen Tu.

It can only be said that human calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations. Even if Taoist Miaozhen calculates everything, the final result will not be exactly what he wants.

However, this also corresponds to Zhang Jun's fate, and it can be regarded as the accurate calculation by Taoist Miaozhen.

"Then you came here today to settle a score with me?"

Zhang Jun asked with narrowed eyes.

After saying that, he took a step back and shouted to everyone: "Everyone, this person is not an old businessman. I advise everyone not to get involved in this muddy water!"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion after hearing this. Mr. Fu's affairs were not something they, the Jianghu people, could know. This was the top secret of Longhu Mountain, and only a few Taoist masters of the Zhengyi League knew it.

When they heard Zhang Jun's words, most people just thought that Zhang Jun was bluffing. But when they thought about the various actions of this old businessman, it was impossible to say that they didn't have any doubts in their hearts.

While everyone was hesitating, Mr. Tingfu sneered and said, "You have been seriously injured. You can't even show off your very good skills now. You are just relying on this so-called formation to fool a layman."

After saying that, he looked back at the people behind him with a sinister face and said with a bad smile: "This is Taoist Miaozhen's disciple. He is injured now. If you don't do anything, you will miss this opportunity. When he recovers from his injury, you guys will I’m not afraid that he will turn against you and settle the score with you!”

As soon as these words came out, it really chilled the hearts of many people.

They have already seen Zhang Jun's methods. This boy is ruthless at a young age and is no less than those of the old gangsters.

Perhaps as the old merchant said, when he regains his breath, he may even come to take revenge one by one.

At least the companies headed by the Hongxiang Society will definitely not be able to escape this time.

"Old man, if there is any way you can break the formation, just leave the rest to us. Now that we have reached this point today, we will risk everything."

Someone in the crowd whispered in agreement.

As soon as these words came out, many people responded.

Mr. Fu squinted at Zhang Jun and moved his lips slightly, and said to him using the sound transmission technique: "You have also seen that the current situation is not something you can calculate in just a few words. People's hearts are more complicated than you think. Be black!”

Zhang Jun snorted coldly and was too lazy to respond.

But there was also a chill in my heart.

I heard the voices outside the Taoist temple getting louder and louder. Are these people really not afraid of death? Or are they really willing to give it a go to get the secret to immortality?
No, to put it bluntly, these people just want to make things worse if the sky falls and they can't hit me on the head. The bigger the trouble, the better.

They were even worried that the commotion would not be big enough, and in the end it would bring misfortune to them, the little shrimps who were just joining in the fun.

After all, the company must be liquidated after this matter. Only when the matter is big enough and the final liquidation comes, will the big families who took the lead be moved.

They are the little shrimps who can fish in troubled waters and finally escape unscathed.

This is also a tradition of Hongxiang Society.

In the previous feudal period, the Hongxiang Society had organized several large-scale operations, and finally forced the imperial court to take action and exterminated a few big families to end the trouble. Often, the imperial court was too lazy to bother with the small fish and shrimps. Hunted.

Such is the situation now.

The leading old men also sensed that something was wrong, but now they had no way to retreat. Sometimes it was like this, they thought they were in charge.

But often when the tide rises, it is not up to them to decide where the boat will sail.

"Guys, the formation is not difficult to break. I have a method that can make him come out and surrender obediently. It just needs the cooperation of a few big brothers."

Mr. Fu turned to look at the elderly people behind him and said with a smile.

"It would be best if Mr. Shang is sure that he can come out and surrender on his own. But although we are some mountain villagers, although we are somewhat capable, we are not familiar with mystical arts. Please give me some clear instructions from Mr. Shang."

These old people are the older generation of the hidden family. They have practiced hard for most of their lives. Their strength is not unusual.

Just feeling that their life span was getting closer and closer, they had already accepted their fate, but Miaozhen suddenly became an immortal, which inevitably gave them hope in their hearts.

Even if they know that becoming an immortal is a thing, even if they get the secret, if they are inherently deficient, they are destined to fetch water from a bamboo basket, but this is a life-saving straw for them, and no one is willing to give up easily.

"Haha, it's simple. I have a technique that can break his formation, but I am limited in my power, so it would be great if some old brothers can help me later."

After listening to Mr. Fu's gentle words, several old people thought for a moment and felt that it would not be a difficult task if they just helped out.

If it doesn't work, they can just withdraw at worst.

Thinking of this, after nodding and looking at each other, an old man said in a deep voice, "If this is all, then we should do our best."

"it is good!"

The smile on Mr. Fu's face gradually grew, and then someone built an altar for him. It didn't need to be too high, just higher than the gate of the Taoist temple.

Zhang Jun hid in the Taoist temple, watching the busy work outside, staring at those guys with cold eyes, but feeling sorry for these people in his heart.

Cooperating with someone like Mr. Fu is basically seeking the skin of a tiger. Even if it is your own master, you must always be on guard against him biting you back.

One can only imagine what will happen to these people.

Soon everything Mr. Fu needed to prepare was gathered together.

In fact, it is just a simple wooden platform. In Zhang Jun's opinion, this platform is very similar to the one used by Taoist Huang Feng of the Lushan Sect.

It even needs to be simplified a lot.

After thinking about it in my heart, it was probably Mr. Fu who used it for improvement based on Taoist Huang Feng's altar.

For this reason, Zhang Jun had to admit that even in his heyday, he was no match for Mr. Fu.

But he turned back and glanced at the lamp behind him. Since his master had told him that as long as he did not leave the Taoist temple, he would be able to survive this disaster. Zhang Jun felt relaxed. He also wanted to see what Mr. Fu was going to do. ghost.

I saw Mr. Fu ascending to the temporarily built high altar. In an instant, his vision was above the Taoist temple and he had a panoramic view of the entire Taoist temple.

He picked up a tablecloth and spread it flat in front of him. He saw the names and handprints of twenty-eight people clearly written on the tablecloth.

The combinations that make up the Tiangang Star Dou are arranged in a diagram.

These twenty-eight people were specially selected by Mr. Fu, including the leading elderly people.

Seeing that everything was ready, everyone looked up at Mr. Fu, wanting to see what this guy was going to do.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Fu only half-closed his eyes and stared at Dao for a long time, thinking in a low voice: "Why does this place look so familiar?"

He stared at the layout of the Taoist temple and felt that this Taoist temple looked like he had seen it somewhere before, but for a while he couldn't remember it.

"Shang Lao! How long will it take??"

When everyone saw that he was not moving, they began to urge him.

"Yes, can you hurry up? I want to go down the mountain to eat."

"You won't hit it."

"Hurry up!"

Everyone yelled, which made Mr. Fu feel angry in his eyes. He glanced at these guys sideways, snorted coldly, and stopped thinking about it.

He picked up a branch and pointed to the east side of the Taoist temple: "On the Thousand Bones Road in front of Taozhi Mountain, the wind blows and the grass and trees wither, rise!"

As soon as he said this, the sky to the east of the Taoist temple immediately became dark.

A cool breeze blew over, making many people shiver uncontrollably.

"its not right?"

Under the high platform, an old man looked at the rolling haze, and suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart. This man was called Du Leng, and he was not from a big sect.

But the origin is good. The Du family was originally a member of the single line of Qintian Prison. After the collapse of Qintian Prison in the late Qing Dynasty, the Du family took the opportunity to become independent from Qintian Prison.

Relying on their Du family's ability in Qintian Prison, they quickly established a foothold outside and quickly became rich.

Nowadays, it is also a reclusive family with a strong family background and rich assets at home and abroad. Although his family was rich, Du Leng did not dare to throw away all his special skills. Instead, he studied day and night, which also included the art of stargazing and gas gazing.

The sinister wind in front of you looks wrong no matter how you look at it. It blows on people, making them feel a sense of soreness in the bones of their bodies.

The yin wind blowing in the yang world is not like a normal way to open an altar.

Moreover, I have never heard of a merchant doing such evil things.

Thinking of what Zhang Jun said just now, Du Leng frowned, turned to Mr. Fu on the high platform and asked: "Mr. Shang, what is the name of your technique!"

"name??"

Mr. Fu scratched his head, then smiled at the Du Leng below and said, "There is no name yet, but if you like it, you can come up with a name."

"What??"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in their hearts. How could this technique not even have a name? ?
In just a moment, a thick haze has covered everyone's heads.

"Huhuhu..."

A strong wind blew into the Taoist temple, and instantly a dark wind blew up in the Taoist temple. However, the strange thing was that this dark wind blew over, and when it reached the door of the main hall, it was immediately blocked by the light behind Zhang Jun. .

"what!"

On the altar, Mr. Fu was stunned when he saw this. Looking around, he saw a bright light behind Zhang Jun that was growing like a bonfire.

He thought for a moment and then laughed: "Okay, so you were on guard against me early in the morning."

He finally figured out that the Taoist temple itself was a formation.

No! Not a formation.

The formation is to use the power of heaven and earth for one's own use, but the Taoist temple itself is a situation, a more profound Qi situation.

There is no need to rely on the power of heaven and earth, but the aura of the Taoist temple itself blocks all evil spirits.

That light is the key to lighting up the atmosphere.

"Ha, haha, hahahaha..." Suddenly Mr. Fu started to laugh, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

Everyone looked at Mr. Shang, who was usually as steady as a mountain, and now he seemed to be a completely different person. In addition to being horrified, they began to doubt his identity.

"Old Taoist priest, old Taoist priest, you have been smart all your life, why have you suddenly become so confused? You are stupid! Do you think you can protect him by setting up a bad situation? But you don't know that everything in the world is fickle. Today I will show you See what it means to be trapped in a cocoon!”

Mr. Fu stared at the Taoist temple in front of him, and he already had a solution in his heart.

Point one finger to the west and recite the incantation silently in his mouth: "Heroes' Tomb on Jizhong Mountain, all living beings are reflected in front of Huangquan Road!"

Along with the chanting, everyone could hear the ticking sound in the west, as if it was starting to rain.

Looking again, there was a gaping hole in the ground, and groundwater laden with silt overflowed from the gap. It was dim and yellow, emitting an indescribable stench.

"What is this?? Why does it smell so bad??"

Everyone looked at the yellow water gushing out on the ground, and immediately held their noses and backed away, for fear of being contaminated.

Someone out of curiosity took the sword in his hand and stirred it in the yellow water for a few times. Unexpectedly, when he picked up the sword, he discovered that the sword was completely corroded and broken into pieces.

Everyone's faces turned ugly now, because the yellow muddy water was blocking the way down the mountain. In other words, they were all trapped here at this time.

"Mr. Shang, what on earth are you trying to do??"

Some people became more and more confused, turned around and started questioning.

How could Mr. Fu pay attention to them? He pointed in the direction: "Under the Luofu Mountain, there are ghosts butchers. Evil ghosts and fierce ghosts are going to die. Drive away!"

"Rumble, rumble..."

There were bursts of low thunder in the south. This thunder was completely different from ordinary thunder. It was deep and muffled. It felt like a subwoofer was coming from the ears.

Not long after, I saw shadows surging in the woods to the south. When everyone took a closer look, they almost wet their pants in fear.

I saw that the top of the mountain was actually full of ghosts and wild ghosts, and there were countless dry graves rising out of the soil at an unknown time.

As a dark wind swept by, large tracts of white paper money began to fall from the sky.

At this time, many people felt their scalps numb, their faces stiff, and their hearts began to retreat. However, the way out was blocked, and it was too late to leave.

Mr. Fu pointed to the north again: "Northern Capital Luo Fengshan Jiuyin Tower, the following Jiufu Taiyin officials will be promoted!"

Everyone looked at Mr. Fu and saw that behind the Taoist temple, it was originally backed by Beimang Mountain. But now, under the haze, a huge black mountain rose up from the ground. It was eerie and terrifying, with dark green fireflies from time to time. flash.

"Oh my God!!"

Everyone looked at the hell-like world around them. They felt as if their throats were being tightly strangled, and their whole bodies were trembling.

More people were shocked, having never thought that someone in the world could use such a terrifying technique.

Is this guy still human? ?

Everyone looked at Mr. Fu on the altar and felt fear in their souls. Such a terrifying spell was beyond the understanding of most people.

At this moment, they were certain that this old man was definitely not a businessman. If a businessman had such a terrifying existence, he would have already shaken the world, enough to arm-wrestle with Zhengyi and other Xuanmen orthodox sects.

"The four directions are complete, let's set up the altar!!"

Seeing that he had accomplished this skill, Mr. Fu clasped his hands together. Suddenly, the simple platform built by branches under his feet suddenly rose up from the ground, and was forcibly raised another three feet.

"This guy!!"

Zhang Jun looked at the dark wind billowing outside the main hall and the dull sun and moon, and his heart began to beat.

Mr. Fu's power, even in the competitive world, is at least at the Dao level, and definitely at the seventh level, or even higher.

This is my conservative estimate. If the resources in the competitive world are added, this guy's strength may be even more terrifying.

Can I deal with him?
Just ask yourself, even if you are in your prime, you may not be his enemy.

He has made rapid progress, and even many people may not be able to achieve his achievements in their entire life. But facing an old monster like Mr. Fu, without three to five years of accumulation, he simply cannot defeat him.

Just when Zhang Jun was feeling terrified, he saw Mr. Fu wave his hand at the Taoist temple on the altar, and the entire Taoist temple suddenly imploded and poured out endless evil wind.

A series of shrill screams came out, and countless paper money gathered into a big hand and grabbed directly towards him.

"bump!!"

At this time, there was a dull explosion, and Zhang Jun felt that the entire main hall was shaking, and he saw that the white palm was blocked from the main hall by an invisible force.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Jun immediately activated the golden light array, and rays of golden light flashed out from the golden holy lamp behind him and hit the palm of his hand.

Every ray of golden light fell, burning a hole in it.

But this level of damage is not worth mentioning at all, and it was replenished with countless paper money in a matter of seconds.

"Struggle in vain!"

Mr. Fu raised his eyebrows slightly and slammed his palm on the ground: "Niubi, today I will show you how I can break your momentum."

"boom!!"

With this slap, the entire Taoist temple trembled, and the next moment the golden holy lamp above Zhang Jun's head suddenly fell down.

Zhang Jun took a look and saw that there was a dark palm print on the Golden Holy Lamp. The palm print penetrated the body of the lamp and even shattered the Golden Holy Lamp into pieces.

This magic weapon was actually destroyed by his slap.

A magic weapon is more than anything, but what Zhang Jun is worried about is the wishing star. In order to bring the things out, he has consumed a lot of wishing stars.

Before he could think about it, he saw the big hand outside with its fingers spread out and thrust into the yard. Then countless white paper money swarmed up, causing the palm to turn into a white paper tree in an instant.

"Zizzizi..."

Zhang Jun didn't know what Mr. Fu was going to do, but when he saw this, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart and subconsciously looked back.

I saw the electric light behind me starting to make a "sizzling..." sound. After flashing rapidly for a few times, it exploded with a "bang!"

(End of this chapter)