Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Chapter 177 The desperate situation of the abandoned mansion, Shinto Zhaoyuan

"Heaven falls. Lord Mingyu"

Looking at the majestic Qianzhang God-man, Yan Xiao murmured to himself.

Wearing a crown and a royal robe, the divine king held a jade hat and looked around slowly with a pair of pale gold eyes.

This is his divine king's residence.

But now it has become so dilapidated.

At the same time, Shenjun also sensed that several insects had broken into his mansion and wreaked havoc.

"You guards, capture the thief and hold him in front of my throne."

The indifferent voice of the Lord God sounded.

The thousands of jade statues and divine soldiers shouted in unison: "Wei!"

"Broken! Broken! Broken!"

The sword slashed, the spear pierced, and in a moment, a jade statue of the divine weapon was broken into pieces.

Guang Hui pushed out with a palm, and the hundred-foot-large glazed Buddha palm shot through the air.

Zhaoyuan slowly turned around: "Two golden elixirs are also trying to kill gods?"

Swish!
The jade statues and divine soldiers all lined up in formation, thrust their spears forward, and charged towards Jiang Sheng, Guang Hui, Yan Xiao and the young man named Ah Bao.

The spear was raised, and with the war cry of the jade statue of the divine soldier, spears were thrown out, and the glazed Buddha's palm was instantly broken by the thrown war spear.

Hundreds and thousands of divine soldiers ran, as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking.

Following the activation of Yan Xiao's spiritual thoughts, these puppet tigers and wolves roared towards the jade statue of divine soldiers on the opposite side, and launched an offensive together with the ten divine soldiers controlled by Yan Xiao.

Guang Hui suddenly said.

Looking up, he saw densely packed tall magic soldiers.

Monk Guanghui with red lips and white teeth stood in front of the hall, looking at the figure hundreds of feet tall in the depths of the hall.

"And this Divine Lord Tianluo Mingyu is only in the ultimate state of divine transformation. How did he survive the passage of ten thousand years in this palace?"

The next moment, following Yan Xiao's control, the ten jade statues of the divine soldiers turned around, brandished their weapons and started to attack their comrades.

In the tall and empty apse, Divine Lord Mingyu has shrunk from a body of a thousand feet to a size of a hundred feet.

Guang Hui said lightly, not nervous at all.

He is a clone of Yueyue Zhenren who has parasitized him with a wisp of his residual soul.

When the Jade Statue Divine Soldier rushed over, Yan Xiao took action.

Yan Xiao was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Guang Hui did not answer Jiang Sheng's question: "After thousands of years of resurrection, even the true king of the upper three realms will slip and his strength will no longer be the same."

Yan Xiao added: "The young man named Ah Bao said that the resurrected god is just a remnant soul."

Immediately afterwards, a tiny machine puppet fell to the ground in Yan Xiao's sleeves.

Zhaoxu was still leading his tribe to sing and dance and worship in front of the small temple.

"Lingyuan, the weapons of these puppets have the effect of restraining and breaking laws."

Lord Mingyu, or Zhaoyuan, stood in front of the scroll with his hands folded, staring at the mountain village with curls of green smoke in the scroll.

Master Yueyue's spiritual thoughts have been confused, and he will not be able to react within an hour or two at least.

At the same time, Jiang Sheng and Guang Hui went straight to the back hall.

Jiang Sheng added: "We made this divine monarch's mansion a mess, but this divine monarch did not take action directly. Instead, he asked these puppets to capture us."

She is also a top-grade golden elixir. Even if she is not as good as the true disciples of Holy Lands such as Lingyuan and Guanghui, a top-grade golden elixir is a top-grade golden elixir. It is not a problem to stop some puppets who only have the strength of the golden elixir.

The communication between the three people lasted only a moment.

But after hearing a buzzing sound, accompanied by the whistling and whimpering sounds of the strong wind, spears a hundred feet in length fell out of the air, and in an instant, a dense forest of war spears appeared in front of Jiang Sheng and the others.

Jiang Sheng nodded: "Pindao can see that these puppets are not the key. How to deal with the resurrected Lord Tianluo Mingyu?"

But those jade statues and divine soldiers were not afraid or shy.

These mechanism puppets continued to expand as soon as they landed on the ground, and in the blink of an eye they expanded into a swarm of puppet tigers and wolves that were ten feet in size.

"Shenjun is very interested and has the leisure to look at the paintings here."

The spiritual thoughts left in the clone of Master Yueyue were locked into the clay sculpture of the small mountainside temple in the painting by his magical means.

Tiny spiritual threads popped up from his hands, and the ten jade statues of the divine soldiers rushing in front immediately froze.

This period of time was enough for him to master this body.

When Ah Bao saw these jade statues of divine soldiers that were hundreds of feet tall, he was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

Even if this is just a clone, or a clone from a side of the immortal path, it is still a precious body to him.

The ground trembled violently, and the jade ground trembled every time a tall, hundred-foot-long divine soldier took a step forward.

"Fellow Taoist, could you please stop these puppets?"

Killing God?

Even the elders in power within the sect, the real people whose Dharma forms transformed into gods, did not dare to claim to be immortals or gods.

This Lord Tianluo Mingyu has a very strong tone.

Seemingly sensing Jiang Sheng and Guang Hui's disdain, Zhaoyuan said, "What do you juniors know?"

"Do you really think that the difference between the immortal way and the divine way is one of transcendence?"

"Do you know that because of my high status and the title of Lord of Tianluo Mingyu's Mansion, my blessings will last for thousands of years?"

Last forever?

Can a divine king in the realm of divine transformation live forever?

Compared with the 3,000-year lifespan of the Immortal Transformation God, a Shinto Transformation God who can live for ten thousand years can indeed be called a god.

Guang Hui said with a smile: "It turns out that it is so convenient to receive the blessing of Heaven. Heaven can help you to improve your realm and increase your longevity. It is really enviable."

"Taoist Priest Lingyuan, are you excited? If you worship under this divine monarch now, you may be able to attain the status of a god and live for ten thousand years."

Jiang Sheng glanced at Guang Hui: "Pindao is very timid and entrusts his wealth and life to others. Even if it is the way of heaven, Pindao will not be able to sleep peacefully."

"It's the magical power that I have gained through hard work little by little, which makes me feel more at ease."

After saying this, a sheathed sword appeared on Jiang Sheng's waist.

The scabbard has black blue patterns, the mouth of the scabbard is branded with light blue cloud patterns, and the tail of the scabbard is inlaid with dark golden lotus patterns.

Only the indigo hilt and the blue and black sword pavilion were visible, but no trace of the sword body.

In Guanghui's hand, a six-ring Zen staff and a golden bowl also appeared.

"Hmph, arrogant!"

The reason why Zhaoyuan talked so much with Jiang Sheng and Guang Hui just now was simply because he had just taken control of this body and could not fully control it yet.

But now, he can already mobilize all the power in this body. As long as there is no interference from the real Yueyue, this body is his strongest weapon.

For Yuanying realm monks, the most powerful thing is their domain.

As the spiritual pressure of the late Nascent Soul unfolds, the sound of water flowing can be heard in the hall.

In an instant, the entire hall was enveloped in dense water vapor.

Water vapor rises in wisps, turning into a white sun in the sky. The white sun hung above Zhao Yuan's head, and the mana in the Nascent Soul Realm began to boil. The next moment, a mighty water wave surged in, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

A sword roar.

Qingping's sword was unsheathed, and the sword's light suddenly appeared.

The green sword light rose into the sky, and suddenly turned into a hazy blue sword shadow.

If you look carefully, you will find that the sword shadow is made up of densely packed sword threads. It seems as weak as clouds, but in fact, every sword thread is sharp and can break mountains and crack rocks.

The next moment, sword shadows danced all over the sky.

The water tide covered the sky, the sword light blocked the sun, and the water tide sweeping thousands of feet was cut into pieces by the sword light.

Guang Hui played the golden bowl at the same time. The golden bowl changed and shot out a golden light that captured all things and froze Zhaoyuan after the tide.

Immediately afterwards, the sword threads all over the sky suddenly condensed into sixteen sword rainbows, slashing towards Zhao Yuan with the roar of thunder.

I saw sixteen blue rainbows breaking through the air, flashing green light, bursts of thunder, and rolling up a lightning movie.

Jiang Sheng's attack was a killing move, and he didn't hold anything back.

Regardless of whether Zhaoyuan is a remnant soul or not, the strength he exerts is far inferior to when Yueyue Zhenren controls this clone.

Before Jiang Sheng and Guang Hui teamed up, Master Yueyue didn't show his full strength, as if he was teasing a doll.

It was only in the final display of the realm that Yueyue Zhenren showed the power that the Dharma-Phase Transformation God Zhenren should have.

The moment his Nascent Soul Domain expanded, he suppressed Jiang Sheng and Guang Hui in place, reducing their strength by more than 30%.

No matter how bad his temper is, his ability to transform into gods is real. Even a clone of the Nascent Soul Realm can force Jiang Sheng and Guang Hui to use almost all their means and become extremely embarrassed.

However, this Divine Lord Tianluo Mingyu did not exert the terrifying suppressive power of Master Yueyue at all.

Qinghong chased the wind and lightning, pulling the sound of thunder and flew in front of Zhaoyuan in an instant.

However, the Qizhanggun uniform on Zhaoyuan suddenly burst out with divine light and formed a mask to block Qinghong.

But I saw Qinghong Slash on top of the light shield, stirring up thousands of feet of sharp sword energy, but the light shield only made a ripple.

Zhaoyuan seemed to have expected this scene. He held his hands indifferently, and the water vapor around him gradually condensed into a ball, as if something was about to be conceived.

Jiang Sheng, on the other hand, was a bit more relaxed.

I saw the remaining fifteen green rainbows turning and moving, forming a line and slashing towards the light shield again.

The green rainbow flew through the air, bringing with it the wind and lightning of the sword, leaving a condensed sword mark in the air.

The first green rainbow was chopped down, but the light mask did not move at all.

But the second way, the third way, the fourth way!

A series of green rainbows struck at the same place one after another. The green sword energy surged and raged, and the sword rainbows broke through the air and sobbed.

Among the lightning and flint, there was only a shattering sound, and the light shield collapsed.

The raging sword energy followed Qinghong and slashed towards Zhaoyuan.

Zhaoyuan pushed with his left hand, and a ball of aqua hazy essence opened in the air and turned into a net, covering the sword Qi Qinghong.

As this hazy mass of energy continued to shrink and close, the surging sword energy and the green rainbow were annihilated into nothingness.

And the golden bowl that shot out golden light in the distance was also knocked down by a water-blue bolt.

"Humph!"

"Do you really think that all these years of hard work by me are in vain?"

Zhaoyuan said, and two clones exactly like Zhaoyuan came out of the two rolling masses of condensed water vapor on the left and right.

Guang Hui frowned, feeling that the three auras were exactly the same, and even the spiritual power was the same. She couldn't help but tighten the six-ring Zen staff in her left hand.

"Lingyuan, I feel something is wrong."

Jiang Sheng nodded and said solemnly: "He was still adapting to this body just now."

"Use whatever means you have, otherwise you and I, the two true heirs of the Penglai Taoist Sect and the Dajin Zen Temple, will die here in frustration. If the news spreads, we will lose face," Guang Hui said.

Jiang Sheng nodded slightly, and the blue and white swords flew out from his sleeves, entangled together and turned into blue and white swords and flew away through the air.

At the same time, three magic bells appeared, and the wind, thunder and fire surged out.

Guang Hui also offered the golden bowl again, and the twelve beads on his left wrist spread out and turned into twelve golden lights.

With the six-ringed Zen staff in hand, the Buddha's voice is loud and clear, causing clear ripples on the dense water.

Zhaoyuan's three bodies moved together. The one on the left spurred a huge wave to meet Qingbai Pilian and Leihuo Gangfeng, and the one on the right launched dense water arrows and collided with the stream of twelve Buddhist beads.

The real person of Zhaoyuan in the middle came straight to Jiang Sheng and Guang Hui.

In the main hall, sword chants suddenly resounded, water surged, Zen sounds burst, and thunder exploded.

Zhaoyuan's three bodies were constantly moving and changing positions. The dense water vapor, aqua blue light, and stormy waves were all activated by Zhaoyuan.

As he became more and more familiar with this body, the suppression of Jiang Sheng and Guang Hui in the area he expanded became stronger and stronger.

While Jiang Sheng was activating his magic power to resist the suppression brought by the domain that enveloped the entire hall, he was also activating his blue and white swords to entangle Zhao Yuan.

The three magic bells were urged to the extreme, the strong wind howled fiercely, and the blue thunder and blazing flames surged together, destroying everything in the hall.

The golden bowl above Guanghui's head resisted Zhaoyuan's domain suppression. Twelve Buddha beads were continuously shot out in the air, and the glazed Buddha palms, clear Buddha light, and flower-twisting fingers were used in turn.

For a time, all kinds of brilliance flashed continuously in the hall, and the roar between the collision of magical powers continued.

The aftermath of various fighting techniques surged, spreading in all directions one after another.

The jade pillars supporting the temple collapsed one by one, and the spiritual bricks and jade stones paved on the ground were all broken into powder. The air was filled with crisscrossing sword marks and the aftermath of thunder and fire, as well as the remnants of the Buddha's light that mercifully saved people.

In less than three-quarters of an hour, with an earth-shaking roar, the majestic palace suddenly collapsed, causing smoke and dust to fill the sky.

Yan Xiao, Du Yu, Chen Guang and Abao all looked towards the back hall, and saw a figure suddenly breaking through the smoke and dust in the sky.

The next moment, the figure hit the ground and plowed a deep trench thousands of feet deep.

"Guanghui!"

Yan Xiao looked at the embarrassed figure.

"Cough cough."

"cough cough"

The little monk Guanghui, who originally had red lips and white teeth, now had no less than twenty scars all over his body, his face was bloodless, and his robes were in tatters.

Guang Hui stretched out her hand to hold it, and with a burst of sobs, the six-ring Zen staff flew over and was held by her.

Standing up with the Zen staff in hand, Guanghui said weakly: "Young monk is doing well."

As he said that, Guanghui looked into the smoke.

In a moment, another figure flew out of the smoke, and it was none other than Jiang Sheng.

At this time, Jiang Sheng's gilded cloud robe with mysterious bottom was in pieces, and the jade crown with crane bottom on his head was also knocked off, but Jiang Sheng still held the three-foot green blade in his right hand.

Jiang Sheng frowned, staring into the dust and smoke, as if he was sensing something.

"The two juniors in the Golden Core Realm are really strong, they are respectable and admirable."

The next moment, the aqua blue spiritual light soaring into the sky dispersed the dust and smoke, revealing Zhao Yuan's figure inside.

I saw three identical Zhaoyuan figures standing in the air, their bodies glowing with aqua blue light, their eyes full of indifference.

(End of this chapter)