The celestial master who suppressed the world

Chapter 85 Patriarch Lei Yan, Inheritance of Lei Fa

In the southern wasteland, on a wasteland, a gray figure lifted up from the grass.

"Catch that heavenly girl from Zhenlong Island? This task is not easy..."

"Hey, who told the real body to pass most of the power to you, I can only listen to you."

The figure muttered, walked step by step into the depths of the wilderness, and then disappeared.

There, in the Southern Wilderness, a gathering place of a large tribe.

------

Western Xinjiang.

Riding a huge green bull to Jiuxiao Mountain, Xu Cheng threw off the golden chain, and went to Liuyun Cottage in the back mountain on his own.

The barren cow transformed into the Great Sanctuary of Funiu is eating the green grass and leaves in the back mountain, and it seems that the heart is extremely peaceful, and there is no more worries outside the boundary.

Along the way just now, Xu Cheng had branded the Funiu Great Sacred Treasure with his spiritual consciousness.

This method is not righteous.

But as long as the result is correct, it doesn't matter what the means are, right?

Xu Cheng went to the back of Jiuxiao Mountain, and the disciples of Tianshi Palace he met on the way all respected and saluted.

He casually threw out all kinds of useless pills and big swords, which aroused cheers.

This feeling of throwing coins is very fulfilling.

When he arrived at Liuyun Thatched Cottage, he walked into the small courtyard, and there were already people in the courtyard.

Southern Wilderness Lord Qin Hongyi poured tea there respectfully.

Beside the stone table sat a tall and straight man in black.

This person was wearing a black robe with dark patterns, and a black jade crown to tie his hair. He had a resolute face, and when he opened and closed his eyes, there were lightning flashes.

"Hmph, what's the use of keeping the little Martial Saint Quadruple Transformation Monster Beast? If the deity makes a move, there will already be food and drink at this time."

The big man snorted coldly, glanced at Xu Cheng very dissatisfied, then stretched out his hand to take the tea poured by Qin Hongyi, and brought it to his mouth.

"Although not as good as wine, the taste is still good."

This comment made Xu Cheng grit his teeth secretly.

This is a high-quality spiritual tea that is comparable to a panacea, so this is the only way to get such an evaluation?
Qin Hongyi smiled and took a cup, and quietly went to the side to taste it.

This is a good thing, although the little celestial master is generous, he rarely brings out such a good thing.

"Ancestor Lei Yan, my Heavenly Master Palace is very poor, and my foundation is also weak. How can I be willing to kill a master of the fourth level of martial arts..."

Xu Cheng shook his head, walked to the stone table, picked up the teapot, put it directly on the spout, sipped a few mouthfuls, and drank half of the teapot.

Qin Hongyi couldn't help frowning with his arrogant appearance.

"Haha, your kid looks like he drinks tea like wine, but he looks a bit like Lei Xiu."

The man in black robe Xu Cheng called Patriarch Lei Yan let out a long laugh.

His name is Lei Yan, and he is a master of the Taiyi Palace who traveled far away from Tianxuan thousands of years ago.

He majored in Lei Dao Kung Fu.

This exercise is brutal and domineering, and it can be called the overlord among all exercises.

However, Lei Dao Kung Fu is quite difficult to practice. Since ancient times, there are very few Taoists who can cultivate to a high level.

Lei Yan is one of the rare thunder masters.

Before, he received the call from the fire of the altar of Tianshi Palace in the void, and returned with thunder.

Just after returning to Tianshi Palace from the altar, Xu Cheng found out, and the two had a small fight.

Lei Yan is already a Ninth Level Martial Saint, trapped in this peak state for nearly a thousand years, it has been difficult to break through to the Dao Monarch state.

But his Lei Dao cultivation base is profound, Xu Cheng suppressed his cultivation base at the Ninth Level of Martial Saints, and he did not take advantage of him in a fight.

If it wasn't for Xu Chengyou Daojun's cultivation, he would have been tortured by Lei Yan very badly.

As soon as the two people's exercises were confirmed, they knew that they were from the same sect, so they let it go.

Xu Cheng enthusiastically invited this senior ancestor who had returned from a long journey to Liuyun Caolu.

Although he has reached the realm of Daojun now, his knowledge of practice is very shallow, and his various exercises are even more extensive but not refined.

In his current state, he lacks a master like Lei Yan to give him some pointers.

So Xu Cheng tried his best to please him these two days, and he brought out all kinds of good things, just to keep Lei Yan's stomach.

"Ancestor Lei Yan, how about those half-sage disciples?"

Xu Cheng changed the subject and asked.

"The one who repairs the sword is just so-so, and the rest are not solid enough."

Lei Yan commented a few words, then shook his head and said: "It's a pity for that girl who cultivates both Dao and Demon..."

According to what Lei Yan said, Zi Yi was originally very talented in cultivation.

It's just that the magical purple spirit is differentiated, and the aptitude is divided equally, but the aptitude becomes mediocre.

Especially now that she was traumatized, she forgot some things from time to time, and she couldn't make much progress in her practice.

Being able to reach the Martial Saint Realm was all due to Xu Cheng's pills.

Zi Ling is a ghost spirit, all kinds of delicacies please her, so why would Xu Cheng give some pills in return.

"Little Heavenly Master, how did the fish do today?"

Speaking of Zi Yi, Zi Yi and Zi Ling had already come in from the Liuyun Caohu with their sleeves and trousers rolled up, carrying two big carps.

"One braised in brown sauce and one stewed in clear water."

Xu Cheng said very bluntly.

"Okay!"

With a low cry, Zi Ling floated to the corner of the small courtyard.

There is a built-in kitchenette.

She was a little afraid of Patriarch Lei Yan.

The Lei Dao aura emanating from Lei Yan made her very uncomfortable.

Patriarch Lei Yan turned his head to look at Zi Ling, then at Zi Yi who helped wash and peel the carp, and shook his head slightly.

"What's going on with my junior sister?"

Outside the Liuyun grass hut, Zi Xiao, with a long sword on his back, stepped in, looked at Xu Cheng, and asked in a deep voice.

"you ask me?"

Xu Cheng squinted at him, then turned his head away.

There was a hint of anger on Zi Xiao's face, just about to explode, when he looked up, he saw Lei Yan was looking at him.

"boom--"

A ray of thunder exploded invisible in his divine treasure.

He backed away tremblingly.

"Rayfa!"

Retreating to the foot of the wall, Zi Xiao stared wide-eyed, looking at Lei Yan whose eyes flashed with thunder.

Although it is rumored that there is thunder law in Tianshi Palace, it has not been passed down for thousands of years.

The person in front of him has a cultivation level that makes him stand up high, and has such a profound Thunder Dao technique, so he must be a senior from the Tianshi Palace who has returned from a long journey.

At least the predecessors of thousands of years ago.

After the Tianxuan World was sealed off, the Martial Saint did not appear.

The lifespan of warriors was suppressed to the limit, and most of them only had a lifespan of more than a hundred years.

Those who have advanced cultivation bases and have panacea to increase their original power can live to more than two hundred years old.

But leaving the Tianxuan world to seal the town, the lifespan will double.

A Martial Saint Realm, even a first-time Martial Saint, has a thousand years of lifespan.

"Junior Zixiao, I have met senior."

Taoist Zixiao bowed to Patriarch Lei Yan and said.

"Are you practicing Zhanchenyuan swordsmanship?"

Patriarch Lei Yan suddenly asked.

Cut off the fate of the world, cut off the fate of the dust, cut off the love and the nature.

Once the mortal relationship is broken, the cultivation base advances by leaps and bounds.

This is similar to the method of killing demons.

Hearing Patriarch Lei Yan's words, Xu Cheng frowned and turned around.

What is dust?

In the world of mortals, those who care about are the fate of the world.

Obviously, Zixiao's fate is Ziyi.

Xu Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

If this Zixiao uses Ziyi as a cultivation furnace, he doesn't mind cleaning up Zixiao.

Taoist Zixiao's expression froze, he shook his head and said, "This junior has no such plan."

He turned his head to look at Zi Yi who was turning a blind eye to him, a faint pain flashed in his eyes.

"This year, junior sister is the motivation for my practice."

"Without my junior sister and Tianshi Palace always vigilant in my heart, I would not be able to break through from the ninth level of the master to the third level of the martial saint in sixty years."

"It's fine if you don't have one." Lei Yan said indifferently: "I can't bear the sight of those guys who have lost even a bit of humanity for the sake of cultivation."

"Little Heavenly Master, this fish is ready."

Zi Ling quickly brought the fish up.

"Oh, there are not so many bowls and chopsticks, do you want to stay?"

Zi Yi on the side frowned while placing the bowl.

"Do not stay."

Xu Cheng waved his hand, and looked up at the flushed Taoist Zixiao.

(End of this chapter)