Refining Taoism and ascending to immortality

After refining the gold-based magic weapon Yitian Shooting the Sun, Zhou Qing returned to the cave. He sat upright on the cloud couch, the moon hanging in the sky, cold light sprinkled down, spreading around, fine and fragmented, like the color of colliding treasures.

In the dark, there was another inexplicable air, purple and green, floating down, up and down, with mysterious stars and strange powers.

This air was suspended in the air and fell on him. In an instant, when the mysterious skills were running, the three life magic weapons in his body lay dormant, swallowing and spitting out magic power, one deep like water, one sharper than gold, and one full of vitality, circulating in the three Luo Dao bodies, flawless.

Faintly, the qi around gave rise to strange phenomena, or the sky was upside down, the water was rolling, or the sound of thousands of swords, silver and white waving, or the lush forests, intertwined, and in various shapes.

After being granted the position of the sect and becoming the imperial commander of Dou Lei Yuan, his authority in Zhen Yi Sect increased, and with the blessing of the sect's luck, his cultivation became smoother and smoother.

Anyway, there is nothing to say about the first to second level of the Nascent Soul Realm, just keep sharpening your magic power and accumulate little by little.

In the Nascent Soul Realm, there is no essential change between the first and second levels of the Nascent Soul Realm. Only when you reach the third level of the Nascent Soul Realm, condense your own Nascent Soul Dharma Body, and travel around the world, is there a real qualitative change.

After practicing all the time, one day, Zhou Qing suddenly felt something, and saw a colorful air coming through, and suddenly rolled up, turning into a jade edict, with thunder patterns on both sides, and the seal of the head of Dou Lei Yuan in the center, surrounded by colorful brilliance, and every word is like a dragon.

After reading it, Zhou Qing nodded, put it away, and then called Xuanling Zhenyang Fei Palace and stepped in. After a moment, the flying palace shook, roared, left the mountain gate, and rushed to the north.

In the Zhenyang flying palace, he sat on the cloud couch, with clouds rising above the top of the door, and the light hanging down, reflecting the coldness in his eyes, cold and icy.

Following the sect's offensive in Luanyunzhou and other places to expand its sphere of influence, for a while, wars broke out everywhere. Although the sect is advancing steadily, other forces have not sat and waited for death, and have launched a counterattack.

Neighboring forces, whether it is the demon clan or the demon sect, are not soft persimmons. Their counterattacks are fierce and cruel, and the damage caused is shocking.

This time, as the imperial commander of Douleiyuan, he has to deal with a difficult matter.

There was no talk on the way. One day, two high mountains suddenly appeared in front of them. The place where they collided was like a door. Further back, a flaming air rose into the sky, like a star hanging above, and the brilliant air was flowing unsteadily, making a rustling sound.

Passing through the stone gate, we really entered the mountain gate of Sanyuan Sect.

The 100-foot rainbow bridge in front of us was already broken into pieces. The koi in the deep green lake were all dead and their bellies were white. Many of the continuous halls were also knocked down, and broken walls and ruins were everywhere. The original clear air was surging, and the luck was like rain, but it dissipated. From time to time, there were demonic shadows transformed by the fierce air, which flashed by.

On the flying palace, Zhou Qing's eyes moved when he saw this scene, and then his thoughts turned. A huge divine thought covered and scanned the surroundings. Soon, he found something, and his feet turned into a beam of light and fell behind the mountain gate.

A hall appeared in front of him, with two new circles, one large and one small, shaped like a gourd. Layers of auspicious light hung down from top to bottom, protecting the left and right, and shining.

After taking a look, he made all his judgments, revealed his figure, and said directly: "I am Zhou Qing, a disciple of Zhenyi Sect, and I am here on the order of the sect."

The voice was like a golden and jade drum, attracting the energy around, hitting the gourd hall, forming a surging echo.

Hearing Zhou Qing's voice, and then sensing this kind of mighty power, the door in the hall opened, and then a slightly weak voice said: "Daoyou Zhou, please come in."

Zhou Qing strode in and saw a middle-aged Taoist sitting on a cloud couch in the center of the hall. He was pale, and the two clouds on the top of the door were also very dim, as if they would go out at any time.

Around the middle-aged Taoist, there were seven or eight Danhua cultivators. At this time, the breath on their bodies was very weak, and they were more or less injured.

"Daoyou Zhou."

The middle-aged Taoist only took a look and noticed the unfathomable depth of Zhou Qing. His eyes moved, and he reluctantly stood up and bowed.

"Master Zhuge." Zhou Qing recognized the other party's identity. He was the head of the Sanyuan Sect. He looked around and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where are the other Nascent Soul cultivators of your sect?"

The founder of the Sanyuan Sect, Sanyuan Zhenren, was once an elder of the Zhenyi Sect in the Yushu Star Palace. Later, he left the Zhenyi Sect and founded the Sanyuan Sect.

In the history of the Zhenyi Sect, there was a period of time when many elders left the mountain gate to find disciples to start a sect or leave their descendants to form a local immortal cultivation family in order to expand the influence of the Zhenyi Sect as much as possible.

It was this kind of action that blossomed everywhere, after thousands of years of precipitation, that greatly increased the influence of the Zhenyi Sect in the world.

At that time, Sanyuan Zhenren responded to the initiative of the sect and took the initiative to go out and founded the Sanyuan Sect here. This former elder of the Zhenyi Sect was not only capable, but also had a good eye for people. The disciples he chose were all talented people. After several generations of management, the Sanyuan Sect has produced many talents and is thriving.

Some sects or families, generation after generation, may have ambitions and take the initiative to leave Zhenyi Sect and collude with other forces, but Sanyuan Sect has always served as a barrier for Zhenyi Sect and regards itself as a lower sect.

Zhou Qing has a certain understanding of Sanyuan Sect. This sect now has at least four Nascent Soul cultivators.

Hearing Zhou Qing's question, Zhuge's headmaster had tears in his eyes and said, "Brother Ge was seriously injured and is now temporarily sealed in the black ice coffin below, while Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhao have both died at the hands of the evil sect villain."

This time, the sect was almost destroyed.

After listening, Zhou Qing looked around and raised his eyebrows and said, "Headmaster Zhuge, with the manpower of the Sanyuan Sect and the sect's sect-defending formation, the evil sect villain should not have been able to get in so easily."

The Sanyuan Sect's sect-defending formation was brought over by Sanyuan Zhenren from Zhenyi Sect, and Zhenyi Sect had also sent people to strengthen this formation. Not to mention the Nascent Soul cultivators, even if the Demon Sect's Dongtian Zhenren arrived, if they blindly attacked, they would probably be defeated.

Headmaster Zhuge sighed, his expression even more painful.

The Sanyuan Sect's sect-defending formation is indeed unparalleled, but no matter how powerful a formation is, it is afraid of problems from within. This time, his most proud disciple was deceived by the witch of the Demon Sect and betrayed the sect, resulting in the current tragedy.

Such a thing is too painful. That disciple was the focus of training and was to inherit the Sanyuan Sect in the future, but now, everything is in vain.