Myths and Dharma, starting from Erlang Shen

Chapter 546 Who among the younger generation can rival Erlang Shen?

"How is it possible? My Jiejiao's formation is profound and all-encompassing. Apart from Master, no one can fully study it, let alone learn it in such a short time."

Upon hearing the words of Holy Mother Wu Dang, Holy Mother Gui Ling immediately retorted.

“No, what Junior Sister Wu Dang said is true. Such a short time is not enough for Ji Ren to master the formation, but it can allow Ji Ren to get started and then crack it.” said the Golden Spirit Holy Mother with a gleam in her eyes.

The art of formation is profound, mysterious and profound. A truly powerful formation can be said to be like a world in one.

For example, the Yin-Yang Dust Array in the Bajing Palace is based on the Yin-Yang duality. The land of dust can transform into the primordial universe, the vast world, and is full of infinite mysteries.

It’s not easy to say “yes”.

But if you are just getting started, it is not difficult.

In fact, all the formations in the world have similarities. If you just read a lot of books, don't seek to understand in depth, and just look at the surface, then it is not difficult to get started.

However, this is of no benefit to ordinary people. On the contrary, it is mixed but not pure, broad but not deep, and is harmful.

But it is different for Ji Ren. Ji Ren’s heavenly eyes can see the flaws. He just needs to get started and then find the flaws and destroy them.

Destruction is far easier than creation.

"This is his purpose, to learn and crack them one by one?" said the Holy Mother Wu Dang.

"Is he here to learn the formation in my Biyou Palace? Senior Sister, please stop him." Wuyunxian said.

"You said it was easy, but how can we stop it? Without letting everyone form a formation, one person can go up and punch Ji Ren down?" The Lord of Plague retorted.

"Then what do you say we should do? Are we going to let him crack them one by one?" Wu Yunxian said angrily.

"Then let him defeat you. Only when you are defeated by others will you know your own shortcomings, and this will give you the motivation to improve. What's the point of being afraid of fighting? I am a Jiejiao immortal, I can be defeated but I can't be afraid."

A hearty voice sounded, and everyone turned around to see Zhao Gongming falling from mid-air.

"Junior brother, why are you here?" Holy Mother Jin Ling asked puzzledly.

"When I was strolling around, I heard that the third-generation disciples of his Chan sect came to provoke my sect's disciples. I thought it was interesting, so I came to take a look. What is going on?" Zhao Gongming asked puzzledly.

The Golden Spirit Holy Mother did not hide anything and told the truth.

"I see. That's a good thing. A comparison will inspire the third generation of disciples to strive for excellence. Let's take him as our goal and catch up with him." Zhao Gongming said with a smile.

"Brother is honest, but the Chan sect is treacherous and evil. We are the ones who will suffer in this battle." Wuyunxiandao.

"What's the loss? If we don't fight now, will we not fight later? It's all the same. Instead of dwelling on this, it's better to think about how to improve yourself. Although this kid is good, he is not unshakable. If we set up a formation, several people working together may be able to seal him. Trapping him for a few hundred years is also a small punishment for a big warning." Zhao Gongming said indifferently.

"Based on your observation, what do you think of this person?" Taoist Duobao asked.

"The third eye on his forehead is magical and can see the enemy's flaws. He also has the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts and an indestructible body. He is a natural born god of war and is skilled in fighting. He can make the most of his strength. He is a natural born god of war and has almost no flaws. If you want to defeat him, you either need to find someone who is equally indestructible so that neither of you can do anything to the other. Or you need to find someone who is good at magical powers and can focus on attacking his three souls and seven spirits. In this way, it is equivalent to destroying his third eye and the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts." Zhao Gongming judged calmly.

In terms of Taoism, Zhao Gongming is not the best in Jiejiao, but in terms of actual combat, he is experienced and can be called the best in Jiejiao.

"Specialize in the three souls and seven spirits?" Taoist Duobao seemed to be thinking about something, and was thinking about the candidate in his mind.

There are many monks in Jiejiao who are good at evil ways and specialize in souls.

But it is mostly used for private cursing and capturing people's souls.

It's not possible to fight openly.

If several people join forces to set up a formation...

Taoist Duobao frowned. As the eldest disciple of Jiejiao, he should be responsible for resisting Ji Ren. But when all the responsibility was left to the Golden Spirit Mother, he, the eldest disciple, seemed to have no sense of existence.

"Boom~"

At this moment, Ji Ren threw a punch suddenly, releasing his domineering power, breaking through the formation again, and several figures flew out backwards.

"Which fellow disciple from Jiejiao or uncle who has not yet attained the Golden Immortal stage is next? Ji Ren is here, waiting for your guidance." Ji Ren looked at everyone and said.

When the Jiejiao immortals saw this, they subconsciously showed a look of fear on their faces.

Different from the first meeting before, everyone only thought that Ji Ren was a young junior who relied on magic weapons. Now that they have fought till now, who doesn’t have a deep understanding of Ji Ren’s strength?
If you fight alone, you will never be able to win.

They can form a formation and use their numbers to bully the few. Not only will it be embarrassing if they win, but the key point is that now, it is impossible for two or three people to win with a formation.

It's ugly enough to win, let alone not being able to win now.

"Why is no one responding? Could it be that the mighty Jiejiao is scared?" Ji Ren said exaggeratedly while looking at the group of people.

"Ji Ren, don't be so arrogant. My Seven Stars Formation draws the might of the north. If it didn't require seven people to set up, how could I let you be so arrogant?"

Among the Jiejiao immortals, a Taoist priest with a tall stature and a ferocious face walked out, followed by six others. Their auras resonated with each other, and faint shadows of stars appeared above their heads.

"Seven Stars of the North? You must be the Jiejiao immortal who practices the Seven Stars of the North to fight Muxie in this generation. From what I hear, you can't beat me alone, so you want seven to fight me one? You seem to be my uncle's senior, right? That means not only do you want to bully the weak, but you also want seven to fight one." Ji Ren looked at the man, surprised.

The Taoist listened to Ji Ren's exaggerated voice, his face turned red and he was speechless.

In terms of seniority, yes, he is Ji Ren’s uncle.

But this cannot be just about seniority. There are so many ordinary second-generation disciples of Jiejiao that they are not worth much.

Dou Muxie had never even spoken to Tongtian Jiaozhu alone. He just had the opportunity to listen along when Tongtian Jiaozhu was preaching. That was all.

Unlike Ji Ren, although he is a third-generation disciple, he has obtained more resources than Zhenren Huanglong.

"However, since this uncle-master has spoken, it would be inappropriate not to fight. Please let the seven of you fight together." Ji Ren said as he looked at the seven people fighting Muxie.

"Boy, do you really want to fight?"

Hearing Ji Ren's agreement, Beifang Qixiu was shocked again.

Ji Ren actually agreed.

"Of course. Since you have made the request, I will naturally satisfy it. I said that anyone below the Golden Immortal is fine. Let's go together, seven of you." Ji Ren said, looking at the crowd.

After hearing Ji Ren speak for the second time, the seven Dou Muxie became a little hesitant.

After all, it was seven against one, and each of them had practiced for thousands of years, which meant they were insignificant here. But outside, they were all immortals who could call the wind and rain. Seven against Ji Ren alone was really embarrassing.

"Everyone, please start. Otherwise, I will take action first and you won't have the chance to set up the formation." Ji Ren looked at Dou Muxie with sharp eyes.

"it is good."

After hearing Ji Ren's words, Dou Muxie finally made up his mind. The seven of them set up their formation at the same time, invoking the power of the northern stars, and the vast starlight moved straight into the sky.

With seven people as the core, time and space within a hundred miles stagnated, and everyone below the Golden Immortal level found it difficult to move.

Ji Renze became more and more excited. The shadow of Yang Jian's Dharma image began to rise slowly. He needed a strong man of this level, otherwise, the fight would be meaningless.

With eyes as fast as lightning, Ji Ren roared and displayed his magical powers that could control heaven and earth, attracting boundless spiritual energy and starting a fierce battle with the seven Dou Muxie men.

The seven people were horrified, and they even felt that the formation had a tendency to break down. They immediately activated their profound skills, and a majestic shadow of a black tortoise condensed in the sky. It was powerful and overbearing, shocking the demons in all directions, moving the stars and solidifying time and space.

In just a moment of trance, Ji Ren was lost in the void, as if he had fallen into another world. There was a vast pressure sweeping over him, there was no sun, moon, or stars, and he didn't know how much time had passed.

Seeing this scene, the Jiejiao people all breathed a sigh of relief, and said with mocking expressions: "You are so young, but you really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. You really think you are invincible."

"One against seven, don't you even consider your current cultivation level?"

"If you don't know your own limits, you'll bring disgrace upon yourself."

……

"Shut up."

A group of people were chattering incessantly, but just as they finished, a cold shout like thunder was heard.

A group of people looked up and saw that it was Zhao Gongming who spoke. They were suddenly silent and dared not say a word.

"Seven against one, is it glorious to win? It's not ridiculous to lose to others and not reflect on yourself but try to find other ways to save face. And who said he lost?" Zhao Gongming said.

"Senior Brother Zhao, he is now lost in our formation, how can he win?" Dou Muxie said in surprise.

"Just go ahead and see if you can kill him first." Zhao Gongming shook his head slightly, turned around and was about to leave.

"Junior brother, where are you going?" Holy Mother Jin Ling asked with a puzzled look.

"Let's go and see if there is a suitable disciple who can be accepted as a disciple and win him." Zhao Gongming said.

"Junior brother, there is no time now." said the Golden Spirit Mother.

She also agreed with Zhao Gongming's judgment. Although the Northern Seven Stars have the upper hand at the moment, Ji Ren is getting stronger and stronger. As time goes by, the Northern Seven Stars will still be defeated.

But I don’t have time to train another one.

"Yes, if we defeat the seven northern stars, then we have to fight the east, west and south as well? After defeating the east, west, south and north, we have to fight the twenty-eight stars at once? It will take at least seven or eight years. After we leave here, there are plenty of places to fight." Zhao Gongming said nonchalantly.

After saying this, Zhao Gongming soared into the sky and left.

There's no need to stay. Ji Ren will win next time. Why would a disciple of Jiejiao like him watch this?
The important thing is to find out if there are any suitable disciples to fight against.

Just against Ji Ren, or against Erlang Shen?
Who among the younger generation can do it?

The image of a monkey involuntarily emerged in Zhao Gongming's mind, and then he shook his head violently. What was he thinking about? The journey to the West had not yet begun and was still very far away.

Besides, even if it appeared, I wouldn’t be the one who discovered it.

Zhao Gongming shook his head and chuckled, continuing to think about the candidate, but still couldn't think of one. Yuan Hong died a thousand years ago, and among the current Tongbei monkeys, no one's blood is strong enough to condense this Dharma image, and the rest are even less likely.

Zhao Gongming flew in the clouds for an unknown period of time. Suddenly, he saw a famous mountain with beautiful scenery and abundant spiritual energy, which was almost as good as the Three Immortal Islands of Penglai. Zhao Gongming was surprised when he saw it. Is there such an island in the East China Sea?

How come I don’t know?

When he looked up again, he was shocked to see a huge stone with nine holes and eight holes on the top of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)