Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Chapter 174: Southern Territory, God Mingyu falls from the sky

In front of the main hall of the Yi Mansion, it turned into a piece of clear water and blue sky in an instant.

The water trembled as the breeze blew.

In the midst of this turmoil, Guang Hui's eyes only saw a blue and white two-color sword rainbow swirling around him!

The next moment, the sky and the earth were dark, and only the blue and white streams of light passed by and broke through the sky.

In an instant, thunder exploded, and the rolling thunder was carried by the strong wind and followed the streamer, leaving behind twisted and hot traces.

Where the blue and white swords flew over, the ground cracked and rolled, and all the buildings on the left and right were affected.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the sword energy of the two swords plowed a deep trace ten thousand feet long on the ground, and half of the buildings on both sides were wiped away by the sword energy, leaving only half of the ruins.

The figure of Guang Hui with a stiff smile in the sky suddenly shattered, like a bubble collapsing and melting.

"The master's swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary."

Yan Xiao frowned and looked at the continuously twisting four-color wind, and the thunder and fire pouring down from the sky, as if heaven's punishment was coming.

Zhang Qing stepped forward with a smile: "Taoist Priest has amazing magical powers, why didn't you take the opportunity to kill Monk Guanghui?"

"As expected of God's feet and wisdom."

"The Taoist priest is joking, I don't have that kind of ability."

Only then did Guang Hui slowly open her eyes and look at Jiang Sheng in the sky with a smile.

The power of the celestial phenomena was activated by Jiang Sheng, the strong wind eroded the soul and eliminated the bones, and the thunder and thunderbolt caused disaster.

"Nianhua."

Immediately, Guang Hui's right hand was twisted into a flower shape, and her index finger lightly touched Jiang Sheng's vest.

The next moment, Guang Hui's figure disappeared without a trace.

"The poor Taoist has learned a little bit about the Way of Feng over the years of practicing the scriptures, and he also asked the mage to learn from it."

One moment, two moments, three moments.

Within a radius of more than a hundred feet, all that could be seen were purple lightning, crazy thunder, and karmic fire and wind.

The next moment, the four-color Gangfeng rolled back together, and rolling thunder followed.

Jiang Sheng's calm and cold voice sounded from all directions.

The four-color Gangfeng trapped it in a space less than a hundred feet away. As the Four-color Gangfeng surged, thunder exploded and thunder filled the sky.

The wind sounded again, and a breeze blew by, followed by strong wind, strong wind, and strong wind.

God is full of wisdom, I'm afraid he's going to suffer a calamity.

When he turned around and looked again, Qingfeng, Heifeng and Baifeng had blocked his left, right and rear.

Guang Hui looked up and saw Jiang Sheng standing in the sky with his hands behind his back. Two streams of light, one green and one white, came whimpering and turned into two swords and sank into Jiang Sheng's sleeves.

Jiang Sheng glanced at Zhang Qing, and his voice was still cold: "One thought of Shenzu can make you thousands of miles away. If you can catch up, you can give it a try."

Dang~
The mighty Zen sound resounded, and layers of golden ripples spread out, stopping Jiang Sheng in his tracks.

However, Guang Hui suddenly frowned: "Feng Shui illusion?"

"good."

Guang Hui's expression changed. As soon as he took a step forward, he looked up and saw the mighty red wind in front of him.

When the strong wind dissipates and the thunder and fire leave no trace.

In the distance, it’s not just Zhang Qing.

But Jiang Sheng didn't care. He took one step and appeared in front of the main hall.

"The Taoist master's magical powers are amazing, and the young monk admires him."

The next moment, the glazed brilliance spread over Jiang Sheng, turning Jiang Sheng into a glazed jade statue.

Jiang Sheng's magic power was extremely deep, and he activated the Renshui True Thunder to unleash endless waves. The dazzling thunder and lightning continued to fall, turning into a pool of thunder in the strong wind.

Chen Guang was stunned when he saw this: "Is this kind of Tianwei unscathed?"

Zhang Qing smiled and looked up at the tall and majestic main hall in front of her and the shining plaque above.

The strong wind roared continuously, allowing Guanghui to rush left and right but could not escape. The thunder and fire suddenly came, and the blue Renshui True Thunder crashed down like a thunder waterfall and continued, leaving only the brilliant heavenly punishment thunder light between the sky and the earth.

The surrounding air became extremely hot, and the remaining arcs continued to jump and flicker, looming in the air.

An indifferent voice sounded in the sky.

Within the hundred-foot radius, all the jade bricks and tiles on the ground were gone. An unknown amount of the entire ground had been evaporated, leaving only a deep, charred pit.

Looking at the brilliant thunder and fire, Du Yu murmured to himself: "Is this really a golden elixir?"

The wind roared loudly, but Jiang Sheng saw black, red, and cyan winds moving behind him, forming a wind barrier that stretched from the ground to the sky.

But at this time, Guang Hui's eyelids were drooped, and she was sitting cross-legged in the thunder pond with her hands clasped together. A layer of clear light of glass was traveling around her body, resisting the thunder from the sky.

Yan Xiao, Du Yu, and Chen Guang of Qianji Sect all looked at the front of the palace in shock.

With a gentle voice, Guanghui Shishiran appeared behind Jiang Sheng, holding a six-ring Zen staff and a pestle in his hand.

"The sky falls."

"Taoist Priest, there can't be anything like that in this."

Jiang Sheng nodded slightly: "Let's go."

After the two entered the main hall, what they saw was the huge throne deep in the main hall.

On top of the divine throne, a set of tall crowns and robes fell on it.

The crown has seven hairpins and seven jade beads hanging from it.

Below are seven chapters of mysterious clothes and colorful ribbons.

Although there is no trace of the Lord Tianluo, the crown dress seems to still maintain the appearance of its owner during his lifetime. The wide sleeves hang on both sides of the seat and the crown hangs high, as if the Lord himself is still sitting on the throne.

"Qizhao Crowned Xuanzhang Yi, this Tianluo Shenjun was also the Prime Minister of Fangzhong during his lifetime, and he was very powerful."

"It's a pity that after ten thousand years, hey."

Zhang Qing sighed softly, not sure whether she was feeling sorry for this Tianluo Shenjun or herself.

"This crown suit is somewhat interesting."

Jiang Sheng looked Mianfu up and down, and suddenly stared at Mianfu: "Something is wrong."

"Is there something missing from this crown uniform?"

Zhang Qing reacted immediately: "Zuyu! Where are the jade and seal that represent the identity of the divine king?"

Thinking that Guang Hui just came out of this main hall, Zhang Qing's face darkened: "Guang Hui!"

And at this time.

In the unknown side hall of the palace, under the broken gauze tent, a gray alms bowl was buckled on the ground, inconspicuous.

Guang Hui sat cross-legged in the alms bowl, her face suddenly turned red, and she spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"puff!"

Blood sprayed on the inner wall of the alms bowl, with traces of arc flashes attached to it.

As the blood spurted out, the red color on Guang Hui's face faded and turned pale again.

"Cough cough. Cough cough cough."

Guang Hui coughed violently, and his internal organs were on fire at the moment, as if they were all out of place, and even the operation of his magic power was out of order.

A brown-red elixir slipped out of her sleeve. After Guanghui took the elixir, she began to adjust her breathing and exercise.

After a few breaths, his complexion improved.

Feeling the remaining electric arc in her body and the burning pain of thunder between her organs, Guang Hui slowly exhaled.

"Lingyuan's wind and thunder methods are no weaker than his sword skills!"

"But why did he hold back?"

Guang Hui was certain that Jiang Sheng had kept his hand.

Although if Jiang Sheng didn't hold back, he could still run away, but it would never be as easy as it is now, and it would be difficult to get better without a few years of rest and recuperation.

But now, with the help of the elixir from Dajin Zen Temple, he can regain 80% of his combat strength after adjusting his breath and recovering for a few days.

Why didn't Jiang Sheng kill him?

"The calamity has begun, and the Xuanmen of the Shi family will definitely compete with each other whenever there is an opportunity."

"Now that Jiang Sheng is pretending to be powerful, but secretly holding back, that means I am still useful, little monk." Thinking about the cause and effect, Guang Hui chuckled.

"That's it, that's it"

"Taoist Priest, what should we do now?"

Zhang Qing looked at Mianfu, who was missing something, and sighed helplessly.

Jiang Sheng still maintained his calmness, and after a moment of silence he said, "Look around in the main hall. There is definitely more than that."

Zhang Qing nodded and flew up to the throne. Looking at the tall crown robe, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

"Taoist Master."

"Ok?"

Jiang Sheng looked at Zhang Qing and saw Zhang Qing hanging in front of the divine throne, with a pair of eyes full of astonishment.

"Taoist Priest, what kind of things will you, Penglai, use to prove your identity?"

Jiang Sheng replied: "Jade plate, token, and seal."

Zhang Qing then smiled and said: "I finally discovered something is wrong with this place."

Jiang Sheng frowned slightly and heard Zhang Qing continue: "Taoist Master, do you still remember the front hall?"

"If the front hall were made smaller, wouldn't it look like a common government office?"

Jiang Sheng recalled the throne table in the front hall, the jade pillars on both sides and the remaining things, and nodded slowly.

Zhang Qing said again: "Taoist Master, what is the immortal way and what is the divine way?"

Jiang Sheng said in a deep voice: "The immortal way is misty, the divine way is majestic, one seeks transcendence, and the other returns to heaven, they are all different."

The so-called immortal way is the orthodox Taoism today, seeking to find the true self and taking the path of transcendence.

Destiny is in me and not me, and I am also me.

The realm of supernatural powers is all obtained through hard work and has nothing to do with external forces.

No matter where he is, his magical power is not restricted and he can travel around the void and all realms at will.

As for Shinto, what you seek is the way of heaven, and the path you follow is determined by destiny.

Respect the way of heaven, carry out the destiny of heaven, accept the incense of the world, and be majestic and awe-inspiring.

The practice of Shinto lies first in oneself, and secondly in the blessing of heaven.

Unlike the Immortal Way, which relies entirely on oneself, once the Divine Way loses the blessing of Heaven, it will inevitably lose its realm and lose its status.

Therefore, Shinto practitioners will not easily leave their own world to avoid losing their realm, and the deity will not easily leave the divine palace. Most of them will be incarnations outside.

In a world where Shinto is prosperous, its world will must be manifested.

The way of heaven dominates everything. The monks are under the way of heaven and are enveloped in a net called the way of heaven.

The improvement of a practitioner's realm depends not only on one's own cultivation, but also on your character.

Otherwise, even if you have the talent to become a god, you will be trapped in the realm of golden elixir and cannot be promoted.

Whether it is the Mountain and River Realm or the former Earthly Mysterious Realm, they are both worlds where the will of the world is hidden.

Those who take the lead are practitioners, living beings, and immortals.

Immortals and gods actually depend on whether they are transcendent or not.

Zhang Qing continued: "This Tianluo Shenjun should be a member of the Shinto."

"Looking at the layout of the temple, it is the same as that of an official government office. It emphasizes incense and sacrifice. It is favored by heaven and has a transcendent personality."

"However, Heaven no longer favored him, and this divine king was immediately knocked down and disappeared without a trace."

Jiang Sheng looked at the empty palace in silence. The only remaining crown robe seemed to be the only remaining glory and proof of this Tianluo Shenjun.

"Shinto."

"You Star Saint Sect are actually plotting something divine."

Listening to Jiang Sheng's words, Zhang Qing said: "Don't involve the slave family. The slave family is just a pawn and they don't know anything about this."

Jiang Sheng stopped talking. A person from the Immortal Way does not like Shinto things very much.

But this crown suit, if you go back and practice it again and modify it, it should be able to turn into a magic weapon of the immortal family.

After thinking about it, Jiang Sheng stretched out his left hand, and the broad sleeves turned into a black hole that blocked out the sky and sun, and took away the crown robe.

After Jiang Sheng put away the imperial robe, Zhang Qing pointed to the throne: "Taoist Priest, look what that is!"

Without the cover of the imperial robe, a transparent jade tablet measuring ten feet in size was revealed above the throne.

This is a jade tablet.

The jade tablet is crystal clear and slightly curved, with jade seal scripts tattooed on it.

After thousands of years, the divine text is still shining brightly and its brilliance has not diminished.

"What does that mean?" Zhang Qing looked at the jade wat with its gleaming light, wondering.

"Those characters are the Lord of the Southern Territory, Tianluo Mingyu Mansion."

A light chuckle rang out.

The orb given by Master Yueyue from Zhang Qing's sleeve ignored Zhang Qing's control and flew out.

The figure of the real Yueyue appeared on the round orb.

"The Lord of Tianluo Mingyu Mansion is one of the Eighteen Zhenhai Mansion Lords in the Southern Region. He is of extremely high status and has reached the ultimate state of becoming a god."

"This Tianluo Shen Mansion is the divine residence of this Mansion Lord."

The Lord of Mingyu Mansion is falling?

Zhang Qing looked at the appearance of Master Yunyue in surprise, and then bowed respectfully: "Disciple pays homage to Master."

Master Yueyue looked at Zhang Qing with a smile but not a smile: "Good disciple, you did an excellent job."

"As you said, you are a very useful chess piece."

Jiang Sheng bowed and said, "Is it really just for this jade tablet that you are really planning all your life?"

Master Yueyue nodded: "This Tianluo Shen Mansion has its own restrictions. The realm of transforming gods is not allowed to enter. The upper limit is the golden elixir realm."

"But once the Golden Core Realm reaches this mansion, as long as the power exerted does not exceed Nascent Soul, there will be no problems."

"In other words, the limit of the power that this divine palace can accommodate is the late Nascent Soul stage."

Having said that, the infinite power in the orb poured into the shadow, causing the shadow of Master Yueyue to gradually solidify.

After the clone was formed, the real person Yueyue slowly fell to the ground, and the orb hanging in the air was dim, cracked and shattered.

Stretching his body, Yuanyue Zhenren stretched out his hand, and the ten-foot jade wat flew into his hand, and then turned into a one-foot size.

Gently stroking the jade wat, Master Yueyue looked at Jiang Sheng again.

Jiang Sheng naturally released the mianfu from his sleeves.

The Baizhang Mianfu continued to shrink, and finally shrank to the size of a normal human being, and fell into the hands of Master Yueyue.

"Jade Wat and Mianfu."

Master Yueyue smiled with satisfaction, but suddenly his smile froze.

The next moment, the pressure of the Nascent Soul realm erupted, and the entire palace trembled.

"Where's the seal?!"

Zhang Qing could hardly breathe under this terrible pressure. She collapsed on the ground and said reluctantly: "Guang Hui, Guang Hui took it away!"

"Shenzu Guanghui?" Master Yueyue frowned.

Did the Six Wisdom Buddha disciples from Dajin Zen Temple also come to Tianluo Yifu?
The magical power ignores distances and barriers. The ravines and ravines in the sky are no more than ordinary, and the magic power of formations is no more than clouds.

Wherever your mind goes, your body will be there.

The Dajin Zen Temple had obviously made preparations in advance to send this Buddhist disciple with magical powers.

The consciousness of the Nascent Soul Realm dispersed, and Master Yueyue suddenly smiled: "Oh, Guanghui is still in this palace."

After that, Master Yueyue mentioned Zhang Qing and disappeared, as if he had ignored Jiang Sheng.

Obviously he was certain that Jiang Sheng could not live without this palace.

Jiang Sheng looked at the departing figure of Master Yueyue and murmured softly.

"The sky falls and the god Mingyu comes."

(End of this chapter)