Chapter 1027: Fading the Demon
Master Lianxin himself is a monk in the realm of transformation. Although he was knocked down by the old monk in yellow at this time, his vision and vision are still there.
After fighting with Liang Yan for several months, he gradually discovered the clues.
Every time he fights with his opponent to the point of exhaustion, the blood-red color in this junior brother's eyes will fade away, and the demonic nature in his body will also be eliminated.
Master Lianxin is also a very smart person, so he naturally saw the intention of the old monk in yellow at a glance.
"He wants to lend my hand to help this boy lose his demonic nature!"
Thinking of this, Master Lianxin couldn't help but smile bitterly.
There is no winner in this battle. Every time he is about to succeed, the old monk in yellow will ring the ancient bell and stun both of them at the same time. After a few days, the spiritual power of both parties will be reduced. Recovery, everything starts over again.
And every battle was not started by him. Even though Master Lotus Heart was unwilling to take action, he was facing a possessed person.
Once Liang Yan wakes up after being possessed by the devil, he will never let him go. He will attack him desperately, forcing Master Lianxin to take action to protect himself. The two sides go back and forth, and so on.
"How long will this fight last?"
Master Lianxin showed a trace of helplessness on his face. Looking at Liang Yan who was like a beast opposite him, he could only summon up the power of King Kong and move forward to meet him.
At this time, the old monk in yellow clothes was carrying a big bell on his shoulder and walking on the mountain road like flying.
It is strange to say that since he left the Senluo Secret Realm, he has never escaped with a secret. He relied solely on his own legs to climb mountains and ridges as if walking on flat ground. Moreover, the speed of Striding Meteor is not much slower than that of Feidun.
The most important thing is that every time, intentionally or unintentionally, he avoids many cultivation forces in the Tianhe City territory, focusing on the barren mountains or remote areas lacking spiritual energy. It looks like he is deliberately Hide yourself.
You must know how vast Tianhe City's territory is, and the old monk in yellow has a high level of cultivation. If he doesn't want to reveal his whereabouts, no one will be able to discover him.
After three months of traveling like this, things are a little different today.
The mountain climbed by the old monk in yellow is called Jueqing Mountain. There is a Taoist temple on the mountain called "Jueqing Temple".
Jueqingguan is an orthodox Taoist cultivation sect. The master of the temple, Yin Canghai, broke through to the Tongxuan realm a hundred years ago. Nowadays, the temple is prosperous, with an endless stream of disciples, and it is showing signs of revival.
At this time, at the top of Jueqing Mountain, Jueqing View.
There were three middle-aged men wearing black robes, standing with their hands behind their backs in the ancestral hall.
Behind them is the statue of Jueqing Zhenren, the founder of Jueqing Guan sect. On the altar table in front of the statue are nine large plates of spiritual fruits, each plate is extremely precious.
The middle plate of spiritual fruits is the most peculiar. Although it is only the size of a fist, it has limbs and a head, and even the facial features are vivid. It looks like a newborn baby, all carved from pink and jade. Drill.
If there are monks from other sects here, they will definitely exclaim, because this plate of spiritual fruit is a specialty of the secret realm of Jueqing Mountain, and it is called: baby fruit!
This spiritual fruit can help people get rid of acquired distractions and reveal their innate nature. It is an excellent elixir to fight against inner demons when breaking through bottlenecks, or to deal with backlash after going too far.
The baby fruit blooms in fifty years and bears fruit in two hundred years. The number is extremely rare. According to legend, only part of it is taken out from the secret realm as a tribute when worshiping the ancestor.
There were twenty boys and girls kneeling in front of the altar table. They were all only eleven or twelve years old. Some were calm and steady, while some were lively and curious.
At this time, a man in Taoist robes stepped forward and said loudly:
"From now on, you are my disciples of Jueqing Guan. Behind me is the statue of the ancestor, you guys. You must sincerely bow down, if there is any future If anyone dares to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor, I will personally catch him here and enforce the sect rules in front of the ancestor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the twenty boys and girls bent down and kowtowed at the same time! , responded in unison:
"I will obey my uncle's decree, and we will never dare to violate the sect's rules!"
After hearing this, the man in Taoist robe nodded slightly, and was about to say something more, when he suddenly heard a bell ringing.
“Huh?”
The faces of the three Taoist priests present changed slightly, and they all turned their heads to look at the door.
I saw an old monk there. The monk's robe was shabby and his face was yellow. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were like deep pools.
After seeing this person clearly, the three Taoist priests were shocked.
You must know that this place is the ancestral hall of Jueqingguan. Not to mention the monks outside the mountain gate who are heavily guarded, the area around this ancestral hall is also guarded by profound restrictions.
It is really incredible that the person in front of me can come here without making a sound.
Among the three Taoist priests, the first one has the cultivation level of the middle stage of Jindan. At this time, he took a step forward and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you, your Excellency? Why did you come to me without permission? The ancestral hall of the sect?”
After hearing this, the old monk in yellow had no expression on his face and only looked at the altar table behind the three of them.
The three Taoist priests could not see his depth and did not dare to take action rashly for a moment. While they were hesitating, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the back of the hall, followed immediately by a man wearing a green Taoist uniform, who was over sixty years old and had white hair. The veteran is coming at a gallop.
The old Taoist was sitting on a crane, with fluttering clothes and immortal spirit, and slowly landed at the door of the ancestral hall.
When he saw the old monk in yellow, he glared and shouted: "Bold mad monk, how dare you trespass on the important place of our sect? Is it possible that you haven't heard of me? Cutting off a river with one palm, a thousand rivers will stop flowing." "Yin Canghai's name?"
The old monk in green clothes had secretly used his magical power, but the old monk in yellow clothes opposite him didn't seem to hear it, and still turned his back to him, only looking at him. The altar table in the ancestral hall.
“Could he be a lunatic?”
Yin Canghai was secretly a little strange. He was meditating in seclusion just now, but suddenly he felt a breath breaking through the restrictions of the ancestor's ancestral hall. He thought it was an invading enemy, but unexpectedly it was an old monk who looked a little stunned.
"Hmph, it seems that you are toasting instead of having to drink as a penalty! It is a taboo to break into the sect's ancestral hall without permission, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"
As soon as he finished speaking, He tossed his sleeves and robe, and saw a jade Ruyi floating in the air. With just a slight twist, hundreds of cyan glows shot out.
These rays of light were like sharp swords, falling from mid-air, and fell on the head of the old monk in yellow in the blink of an eye.
However, the opponent did not dodge at all. A layer of golden light suddenly appeared on the top of his bare head, and actually swept away all the green clouds in the sky. Even the jade Ruyi was swept by the golden light at the same time and disappeared instantly. .
"My Eight Treasures Qingyang Jade!"
The old man in Qingyi's eyes twitched and he screamed in surprise.
Although he spoke loudly just now, he also knew that this old monk was not a good man, so he used the treasure passed down by the ancestor.
The Eight Treasures Qingyang Jade is cast from ten thousand years of yang jade, and embodies the unfeeling artistic conception of the ancestors of the past dynasties. It can be called the most precious treasure of the Zhenqing sect in the view of unfeeling.
More than a hundred years ago, when Yin Canghai had just advanced to the Tongxuan realm, before his realm was stable, hostile monks invaded. At that time, he relied on the eight treasures Qingyang Jade to kill his enemies one by one in Jueqing Mountain.
After that battle, Yin Canghai's reputation became so great that he got the title of "Cut a river with one palm, stop a thousand rivers flowing", and the eight treasure Qingyang Jade was also feared by others. Unexpectedly, this sect-suppressing magic weapon that others thought was extremely powerful could not even move past the old monk in yellow.
At this moment, Yin Canghai finally understood that this seemingly ordinary old monk's actual cultivation level was unfathomable!
However, before he could make another move, the old monk suddenly raised his hand and flicked the ancient clock on his shoulder.
Dang!
But when the bell rang, a circle of golden light spread out. The boys and girls present, the three Taoist priests and even the temple leader Yin Canghai trembled all over, and then their eyes became dull.
Next, everyone in Jueqing Temple was seen maintaining the same posture as when the bell rang, motionless, standing in place like wooden stakes.
The old monk in yellow didn't look at everyone again, turned around and strode into the main hall.
He swaggered to the altar table, raised his hand to pick up the plate of baby fruits, and then the spiritual light flowed in the palm of his hand, and actually refined the plate of spiritual fruits into mist.
With a tap of one hand by the old monk in yellow, the mist refined from the baby fruit floated into the ancient bell.
Master Lianxin, who was having a fierce battle with Liang Yan inside the bell, suddenly felt a ball of abundant spiritual power mixed into the ancient bell. He smelled it subconsciously, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face.
"Baby fruit?"
Before he could figure out the situation, the old monk rang the ancient bell again, and they both fainted at the same time, and the mist transformed by the baby fruit , began to slowly penetrate into Liang Yan's skin.
After the old monk in yellow threw the baby fruit into the ancient bell, he didn't stop at all. He turned around and left Jueqing Temple, and ran down the mountain with long strides.
Not long after he left, the audience suddenly woke up. The boys and girls in the ancestral hall, as well as the three golden elixir realm Taoist priests, all looked at each other in confusion at this time. look like.
"Strange, what happened just now?" one of them asked.
“I don’t know, why do I feel like I fought with someone just now, but I can’t remember the specific situation.” Another person answered.
"Huh? Where's the baby fruit!" The third Taoist priest looked back at the altar table and suddenly screamed.
When the other two Taoist priests saw this, their expressions changed and they shouted: "Oh no, all the baby fruits of our sect within two hundred years are here. Now we are in big trouble!"
The three Taoist priests were in a mess, but they did not notice that the master of the temple, Yin Canghai, had stepped into the hall.
The old man in green had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he vaguely remembered something, but he couldn't remember it completely.
"Master! Why are you here?"
The other three Taoist priests finally came to their senses, and they all bent down to salute.
"We failed to guard the baby well, causing the baby to be stolen. Please punish me."
"Okay!"
Yin Canghai waved his hand and said calmly: "I already know. Let's put this matter aside for now. You must not reveal anything about this place today!"
"Yes!"
everyone present At the same time, he nodded in response
After the old monk in yellow left Jueqing Mountain, he rushed towards the next place without stopping. In the next two years, more than ten sects or aristocratic families in the territory of Tianhe City They were all patronized by him.
When he broke into the territory of these cultivating forces, he did not steal any magic pills or secret books. He just stole some precious spiritual fruits and medicinal materials. After that, he rang the ancient bell with secret techniques. Stuns everyone on the spot, and then floats away.
After those monks who were stunned by him woke up, most of them had no previous memories. Only a few monks above the Tongxuan realm had some vague impressions, but after thinking about it carefully, they almost didn't dare to say anything.
Fortunately, the old monk in yellow did not touch the roots of these cultivating forces, but only stole some spiritual fruits and medicinal materials. Therefore, even if some people with advanced cultivation vaguely remembered something, they did not want to pursue it anymore, but strictly ordered The doorman is tight-lipped.
Tianhe City has a vast territory, and there are countless cultivating sects and cultivating families within it. The sects stolen by the old monk in yellow are not the top ones, so their whereabouts were not exposed along the way.
Occasionally, he would go deep into some secret and dangerous places, such as lava swamps and monster forests. Those dangerous places were kept at a distance by the nearby cultivators, but the old monk in yellow walked on plain ground.
And all the spiritual fruits and elixirs he picked inside were put into the ancient bell.
Two years later, Master Lianxin now understands.
The old monk in yellow used this ancient bell as a medicine cauldron!
A variety of spiritual fruits and elixirs were continuously thrown into the ancient bell by him, and finally mixed together and refined into a ball of medicinal liquid.
Every time the two of them fought until their spiritual power was exhausted and they were stunned by the sound of the bell, the liquid would seep into Liang Yan's body.
Now two years have passed, and although Liang Yan has not yet regained consciousness, the blood-red color in his eyes has gradually faded, and only a faint scarlet remains in the depths of his eyes.
Master Lianxin knew that with the help of the endless battle with him and the medicinal liquid, it was probably not far away from Liang Yan's complete awakening.
Although he knew that he was being used, there was nothing he could do about it.
"You kid, you have wasted two years of my senior brother's time as your sparring partner! If there is a chance in the future, you have to pay it back to my senior brother!"
Master Lianxin fought while , he thought through gritted teeth.
Dang!
Another melodious ancient bell rang, and both of them fainted at the same time.
Liang Yan felt that he had arrived at a battlefield, where there was no morality, no constraints of heaven, and only pure killing and desire.
Kill! Or be killed!
If you don’t want to die, you have no choice but to beat your opponent to death.
Kill, kill, kill!
Liang Yan couldn't remember many things clearly. The only thing he remembered was that he had killed a total of 216 people in this Shura field in the past two years!
He will never forget this number!
Because every opponent is very strong, every battle has to last for a day and a night, until they are exhausted before they can kill the opponent. After that, he waited for his spiritual power to recover, and then went to find the next opponent.
He didn't know what the meaning of this was, but there was a desire in his heart, a desire for blood, and a desire to kill.
Until recently, I often heard the ringing of bells.
The sound of the bell was melodious, like a dusty memory, enlightening his past and making him feel a kind of tranquility that he had never experienced before.
As time goes by, the sound of the bell becomes clearer each time.
Dang!
The last bell rang, and Liang Yan slowly opened his eyes.
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