Chapter 587 Gods and Demons? Li Yuan!

Wan Zhuliu?

Li Yuan raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised, and immediately became vigilant.

With Thousand Eyes Dharma Master's lessons learned from his mistakes, he still dared to enter the temple to challenge himself, without even thinking about it, Wan Zhuliu must have someone to rely on.

"Is it the incense blood quenching ceremony?"

Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the information he had received from listening to the music before appeared in his mind.

[In the city of the divine capital, the smell of incense is strong. Emperor Qian used all his imperial knowledge and set up a furnace in a secret place to perform the 'Incense Tempering Blood' ceremony for Zhenwu King Wan Zhuliu. He did not hesitate to spend his life and burn all the miscellaneous blood. , reshape the foundation... (Level 11)]

In the past few years, Li Yuan seldom forged iron, and occasionally put down his hard training to practice martial arts to soothe his mind. He only occasionally went fishing on the platform, and his habit of listening to music before sleeping alone has not changed.

Although most of the listening sessions were of little use, over time, his mastery of many intelligence messages surpassed that of the Five Great Dao Sects and even the imperial court.

The news that Wan Zhuliu had purified his bloodline and that Master Thousand Eyes had spied on Qi Benchu was all obtained by him from a large number of listening sounds or deduced from them.

"Pure cloud demon blood?"

Li Yuan's mind wandered for a moment, and he decisively put away his hammer and retreated to his own meteorite, thus ending the challenge of entering the first level of the temple.

He looked up at the way he came, and in the dim light he could see Dong Twenty-san, whose face was as sinking as water, and the strange bird with a human head that was unabashedly gloating about his misfortune.

But his sight only swept across it. In the screen of dim light, he saw the howling wind and snow on Bafang Mountain, and Dading Zen Master and others who looked like they were facing formidable enemies at the foot of the mountain.

Finally, Wan Zhuliu walked slowly towards the foot of Bafang Mountain.

He was wearing a black robe and white hair, holding a magic sword in his hand. The dragon pattern between his eyebrows shone with a faint silver light. As he walked slowly, invisible oppression spread out.

"Shrine!"

With just one glance, Li Yuan had noticed that King Zhenwu had taken the half-step before and entered the realm of Pang Wenlong and the former Dragon Demon Taoist.

only……

"There seems to be something wrong with his aura."

The veil of light in front of him was lifelike, as if he was right in front of his eyes. Li Yuan frowned slightly, feeling very strange.

At this moment, Wan Zhuliu was undoubtedly at the pinnacle of a warrior in ten thousand years. His aura was as majestic as a sacred mountain, and it was intimidating to look at.

But his aura was strange.

The majestic and vigorous vitality coexists with the waning atmosphere of the sun...

"This feeling... old and young at the same time? Is it at the expense of burning longevity, peeling off bone age, and improving talent?"

Li Yuan turned the heavy hammer in his hand, feeling strange and clear in his heart:

"It seems that the price of this incense and blood-washing ritual is very high..."

…

"Wan Zhuliu!"

At the foot of Bafang Mountain, Taoist Yuan Qing summoned the Sanyuan Yiqi Stake, and Fang Sanyun held the Heavenly Fire Samadhi Seal. Everyone looked solemn, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Even if he is the master of the Five Great Dao Sects, he cannot help but feel fear and depression in his heart when facing the number one in the world.

"The realm of the divine palace!"

Feeling the invisible oppression, Taoist Yuan Qing's expression changed several times, and the Qi Pillar in his palm trembled violently, but fell silent again.

"You want to challenge the temple owner?"

Dong Twenty-three’s voice sounded at the right time.

Wan Zhuliu slowly raised his head, the clouds and mist in Bafang Mountain dispersed, and he could see the old-looking figure sitting at the door:

"yes."

Wan Zhurui's words are concise and comprehensive.

"Everyone who enters the temple can compete for the identity of the temple's founder!"

Dong Ersan sat quietly on the top of the mountain, seemingly watching Wan Zhuliu, but was suddenly interrupted.

Taoist Yuanqing's voice sounded, and he bowed to the top of the mountain:

"Senior once said that only one person can challenge Li Yuan in ten years. Isn't this the rule of the Bafang Temple?"

"According to the rules, using incense as a sacrifice can shorten the challenge time limit."

Dong Ersan didn't look at him, but looked at Wan Zhuliu calmly, with some regret:

"The thousand-year life limit has become empty overnight, but you are willing to..."

"madman!"

The strange human-headed bird snorted coldly, with a strange look in his eyes: "What a shame, I finally met a Taoist seed, but he turned out to be crazy!"

Lifespan and lifespan are different.

The shortfall in lifespan can be compensated by some powerful medicines, but the lifespan is predetermined, and extending it is like going against the will of heaven!

Apart from breakthroughs in major realms, only a few of the rarest 'cosmic magic medicines' in the universe can break through restrictions.

And those kinds of cosmic magic medicines are difficult to find even for the gods...

"It's a pity, it's a shame. I'll ask you again, are you sure you want to challenge Li Yuan?"

Dong Twenty-three asked again.

"yes!"

Wan Zhuliu answered calmly, but did not stop walking. He did not care about Taoist Yuan Qing's gaze as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and just walked slowly towards the forest of steles.

His eyes touched his own stone tablet, and his mind was as calm as Wan Zhuliu. A ripple could not help but appear in his heart, and his eyes changed.

He has been burned by fire for more than three years and nearly eight hundred years of his life, just for this moment.

…

Buzz~

The strong scent of incense slowly dissipated under the observatory.

"Bafang Temple..."

Under the altar, Emperor Qian flicked his robe sleeves, and a bronze mirror burst out with dazzling red light. In just one turn, it turned into a light curtain several feet long and wide.

The figure of Wan Zhuliu and the snow-covered Bafang Mountain were clearly reflected in it.

"Your Majesty."

Looking at Wan Zhuliu's back, Wang Jin's expression was complicated and solemn. The atmosphere under the observatory was suppressed, without any noise, and everyone's eyes were focused on the light curtain.

"Can it be done?"

Huang Longzi held the big umbrella and watched intently.

He was somewhat wary of this Universiade Zhenwu King. The talent of those who could reach the realm of the divine palace in this forbidden land was far beyond his comparison.

What's even more terrifying is his character. Such a talented person is actually willing to give up most of his lifespan!

'According to rumors, there are no taboos in the Bafang Temple, and those who enter the temple are allowed to change their talent and bone age by any means, but...'

Huang Longzi couldn't help but think of the temple builder. Fake, can it compare to the real thing?

Woo~

The cold wind in the Bafang Cave seemed to blow out a curtain of light.

Emperor Qian's eyes were condensed, staring at the Bafang Mountain in the light curtain, but he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart.

According to the plan, Master Thousand Eyes should have helped the ancestor to seize the body of the person who was supported by the miracle at this moment, so as to seize the identity of Li Yuan.

But until now, there is still no news about Master Thousand Eyes...

Buzz~

Not long after, as Wan Zhuliu approached, a dazzling divine light suddenly burst out from the stone tablet at the foot of the mountain.

Buzz~

A thick and long trembling sound echoed among the mountains.

"Um?!"

Hearing this seemingly familiar voice, the expressions of Zen Master Dading and others changed greatly.

This scene is very similar to Li Yuan entering the temple three years ago!

Wow~

The wind blows and the snow moves like the roar of a river.

Dazzling divine light burst out from the forest of steles, intertwining into a curtain in the snowy sky, with the words flowing on it and shining brightly.

[The Monument of Wanzhuliu]

[Bloodline: Cloud Demon Clan]

[Realm: The First Formation of the Shrine]

[Talent: Star Level]

[Divinity: Shangshang]

[Spiritual phase: Based on the Demon-Suppressing Dragon Divine Sword, it is compatible with all forms of spirits... It has been warmed and raised in thousands of rivers and mountains, and finally formed from ninety-nine divine patterns...

Dharma potential: God level (Part 1)]

[Extraordinary talent, extraordinary understanding... He was successful in martial arts when he was young, and he got the Demon-Suppressing Dragon Magic Sword and took the initiative to recognize its master... Fighting fiercely in the world, using thousands of strong men as whetstones, he developed a 'first-grade sword intention'...

...Use incense to wash away the blood, cut off the miscellaneous blood of the human race, reshape the body of the cloud demon, transform your talent, and achieve the achievement of the divine palace...

Current bone age (31)]

…

[Comment: The talent is extraordinary, but the heart for the Tao is rare...]

[Overall evaluation: Excellent]

[Those rated as ‘Excellent’ do not need to climb the mountain and can directly enter the ‘Temple Entry Trial’]

excellent!

"good!"

When the light curtain was reflected, the silence under the observatory was instantly broken, and the floor tiles under Emperor Qian's feet shattered into powder with a 'click':

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The sleeves of his robe moved without the wind, and the depression in Emperor Qian's heart was immediately swept away.

Three years ago, after knowing how Lord Thousand Eyes fell, he gave up the idea of fighting for the Bafang Temple.

As powerful as the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master, he can't even defeat the third level, let alone others?

Even if the blood-washing ceremony with incense was held later, there was still a big stone weighing on his heart until now...

"God bless your majesty, God bless the prince!"

Wu Yingxing and others also let out a sigh of relief and looked excited.

Is it really done?

Huang Longzi sighed slightly in his heart.

Compared to Wan Zhuliu, he prefers Li Yuan to be the founder of the temple. Without him, the latter is just a rootless native, and behind the former stands not only the Yun Mo clan, but also the Master Thousand Eyes.

A god, even a fallen god, is never easy to deal with.

'What a pity. ’

Although his heart was a little complicated, Huang Longzi had a smile on his face:

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

Everyone bowed their hands.

"The overall situation has been decided!"

Emperor Qian soothed his brows, and the gloom of many days disappeared.

Li Yuan was able to defeat Master Thousand Eyes because he fought against the third level, not because he was really strong enough to defeat gods. Once he no longer had the advantage of the realm, how could he fight against Wan Zhuliu?

…

"Bone age thirty-one?!"

"How could he have a bone age of thirty-one? Wash away the blood with incense? Cut off his bone age at the cost of longevity? What a cruel method!"

"Is he crazy?!"

The expressions of everyone at the foot of Bafang Mountain changed. They looked at Wan Zhuliu with eyes filled with surprise and some strange pity.

"Tianxing!"

Looking at the evaluation of himself on the light screen, Wan Zhuliu felt neither sadness nor joy, but his eyes twitched violently.

After three years of blazing fire and more than half of his life span, he had exhausted all the resources of the imperial court and reached the realm of the divine palace. Yet he was still evaluated in the same way as that boy?

How is this possible? !

He could feel the fearful and suspicious gazes of Zen Master Dading and others, but he didn't realize it until the light and shadow all around him intertwined and turned into a fighting arena, before he came back to his senses.

He could vaguely feel that there was something strange in the eyes of Zen Master Dading and others looking at him, but he didn't have time to think about it in detail.

The moment he came back to his senses, he had already seen the young Taoist walking out of the arena carrying a heavy hammer:

"Li Yuan!"

With a long breath, Wan Zhuliu cut away the distracting thoughts in his heart, and the Dragon Divine Sword in his palm made a violent trembling sound, like a wave.

"Wan Zhuliu."

Li Yuan stood leaning on a hammer with a calm expression.

Feeling the sword energy that was like a roaring ocean, and looking at Wan Zhuliu, whom he had once regarded as his formidable enemy, he felt no wave of emotion in his heart.

After looking at it for a few times, he looked up at Dong Twenty-Three, who's voice also sounded at the right time:

"Wan Zhuliu, endowed with talent... rated as excellent!"

"Li Yuan, gifted with gods and demons... rated as excellent (top)!"

"According to the rules, only by defeating the first level can you replace it!"

(End of chapter)