Chapter 71 The war is about to begin. The path forward for martial arts is to condense Qi into Gang!
After remembering who Ji Fanglong was, Chu Zheng’s first reaction was that there were enemies on the same road.
But soon, he realized a deeper message.
The Phantom Spirit Sect is also taking advantage of the chaos to plunder.
“What to do?”
Bloody light suddenly appeared in the air, and in just a few breaths, a casual cultivator was torn apart and died.
Fu Quanliang quickly came to his senses. The Phantom Spirit Sect did something like this, which was somewhat beyond his expectation, but he was not surprised at all.
In the Immortal Sect, there are no good people who can maintain their foundation for thousands of years. They rely on being more ruthless than ruthless people and more vicious than those who use ruthless methods.
On weekdays, there is no war between the large immortal sects. The situation of these small sects and these casual cultivators is reasonable. Once the war breaks out, it is not surprising at all to fall into the current situation. Perhaps the Phantom Sect has already known about the Yeguang Pavilion, but they have just been fishing in troubled waters, doing the same thing as the Yeguang Pavilion.
The war is imminent. Both the Phantom Sect and the Yeguang Pavilion need more foundation to support them. Cultivation resources and combat power are the top priorities.
Master Nanfeng went to Phantom City, but obviously did not get the expected effect.
The Holy Land did not intervene, but forced the two sects to fight as soon as possible. They may also be aware of this matter, but just turn a blind eye.
"Of course I will send them to die."
Chu Zheng summoned the Tiangang Sword from his Dantian, and his figure slowly disappeared into the void. Yuan Qi surged around his body, activating his magical power to control things.
Sixth level, already among the spiritual treasures, can repair itself even if it is injured. The Tiangang Sword lost its ability to repair itself because it was too seriously injured.
After the initial repair of the panel, the Tiangang Sword began to absorb spiritual energy on its own, nourish its body, and refine fire. After Chu Zheng became more and more comfortable in controlling it.
Because the sword body is made of phoenix blood wood, its nature is extremely yang. Coupled with the nourishment of divine fire, the Tiangang Sword's self-repair speed is much faster. In a short period of time, its power It has risen a lot.
Ji Fanglong's temples are slightly white, and he looks to be in his fifties. There are some traces of time on his face, and his eyes are shining and very awe-inspiring.
His cultivation level is not far different from that of Lai Baojiang of Yeguang Pavilion. They are both in the early stage of Taoism. It is not difficult for Chu Zheng to kill him, but these surroundings are the realm of Phantom Spirit Sect after all. In order to prevent him from asking for help, he must Take some effort.
Watching Chu Zheng disappear into the void again, Fu Quanliang was no longer surprised. He took a breath, tore off the disguise on his face, and luckily transmitted the message, still attracting attention:
"Elder Ji!"
Ji Fanglong, who was not far away, paused and subconsciously turned around to look. After seeing Fu Quanliang, a trace of doubt flashed on his face and he replied via voice transmission:
" Nephew Fu... why are you here?"
While distracted, a red sword light suddenly appeared, passing through his dantian, shattering the immortal foundation in his body.
The next moment, a large gun swept out from the void beside Ji Fanglong, carrying a fierce wind, and hit him in the chest.
Click——
Along with the crisp sound of bone cracking, a figure flew hundreds of feet, blood spilled into the sky, and hit the earth like a meteor.
The Qi Refiner originally paid attention to the physical body, and Chu Zheng also practiced the method of body refining. After this blow, even if Ji Fanglong's Dantian was not damaged, he would be dead.
Fu Quanliang ran to Ji Fanglong's side, squatted down, and looked at the outer sect elder at the bottom of the pit with no trace of emotion in his eyes.
Since he came out of the Song family, he has died once. In the Phantom Sect for so many years, he has been able to survive today by doing things for the sect. He does not owe each other anything.
Ji Fanglong was lying in a pool of blood, his Dantian was penetrated, his Immortal Foundation was shattered, all his magic power was lost, all his muscles and bones were broken, his internal organs were shaken into a pool of blood and mud, and he could not move a finger. He was already on his deathbed.
"Oh..."
He was about to speak, but he vomited out a mouthful of blood, which covered his face. His blood-stained eyes were full of confusion.
"Ji Fanglong, with low-grade immortal bones, is 267 years old this year. He is in the early stage of entering the Taoist realm. He is pregnant with three sons and one daughter. The second son, Ji Mingzhong, has low-grade immortal bones. He is in the middle stage of Lingquan realm and serves as the deacon of the outer sect of Huanling Sect... ”
When he was in the mine, he learned that Chu Zheng had killed Ji Feng. In order to deal with possible conflicts, Fu Quanliang returned to his clan and immediately launched an investigation into Ji Fanglong. Some information was already well known.
Otherwise, he would not have been able to recognize it at a glance in the chaotic battlefield just now.
Fu Quanliang counted on his fingers, and then said slowly: "Ji Feng is your...great-great-grandson of your youngest son. Half of your death today is due to him."
According to his view of Chu According to Zheng Zheng's understanding, if Ji Fanglong had not been here, Chu Zheng would have more likely used Fu Quanliang's identity to go directly with the monks of the Phantom Spirit Sect to test the Phantom Spirit Sect's camp, rather than directly killing people.
Before he finished speaking, Ji Fanglong’s pupils expanded and he became silent.
In the distance, above the sky, Chu Zheng put away his big gun. Without any hesitation, he activated the Tiangang Sword again. The energy in his body surged, connecting the surrounding heaven and earth. He raised his sword finger and crossed the void:
"Cut!"
The next moment, the sword wind roared fiercely, and the half-broken sword flashed with red light. The sword light surged into the sky, billowing flames rose up in the wind, crossed the sky, and slashed towards the ten men. I am a disciple of the Phantom Sect.
The Baizhang Sword Qi entwined with the divine fire swept across the sky and the earth, like a jade pillar supporting the sky collapsing, pressing down horizontally.
The sword wielded by the Qi Master to connect the vitality of heaven and earth, supplemented by the incomplete sixth-level spiritual treasure, was simply not something that a group of spiritual spring realm disciples could withstand.
In the blink of an eye, all the protective weapons were shattered, and more than ten pieces of coke fell from the sky, all of them were chopped off.
Chu Zheng put all the broken pieces of magical instruments and storage bags into the ethereal ring. He had no intention of communicating with the few casual cultivators. He turned around and said Quan Liang:
"Leave."
Ji Fanglong's identity is very sensitive. The name Fu Quanliang cannot be related to the person who killed him. There is no need to entangle him.
Fu Quanliang raised his hand and took the storage bag into his hand, made a secret with his fingertips, and circulated the Taixuan Divine Fire Meridian, urging out a ball of spiritual fire to burn Ji Fanglong's body, and then without further delay, he stood up and controlled The weapon flew into the air and followed Chu Zheng.
The two came and went like the wind, from the moment they took action to the moment they left, it only took a few clicks.
By the time the few casual cultivators came to their senses, the surroundings were empty, with not a single person in sight.
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At night, the moon is in the sky and there are stars.
The clear light fell from the sky, carrying the moonlight, and fell into the mountains and fields, illuminating a mottled light and shadow.
In the wild forest, Chu Zheng was sitting on the ground, while Fu Quanliang was counting all kinds of sundries in the storage bag.
These monks from the Phantom Spirit Sect are obviously not as considerate as Yeguang Pavilion. There are still a lot of materials related to the Phantom Spirit Sect in their storage bags.
There are even a lot of talismans among them.
Only the disciples of the Phantom Sect have the secret method to unlock these talismans, but this is obviously not a problem for Fu Quanliang.
Through these messages, Fu Quanliang quickly grasped the general trends related to the Phantom Spirit Sect today.
Now, the power of the Phantom Sect has basically been assembled and is stationed in a canyon not far away.
All the Condensation Realm elders within the sect have left seclusion, and with the casual cultivators recruited from outside, there are already more than 80 Condensation Realm great monks gathered here, and more than 200 Dao Realm monks. There are over a thousand Lingquan monks.
Not to mention the number of martial arts masters and Yangli realm disciples under him, they have already exceeded 10,000.
There is no doubt that this power is extremely strong.
But Yeguang Pavilion's strength is even more terrifying. There are more than 120 Ningso Realm elders from its sect alone, not to mention the allies it invited to help.
The monks who have entered the Dao and the Spiritual Spring Realm are several times more than those of the Phantom Sect.
This battle has not yet begun, and the defeat of the Phantom Sect can already be predicted.
Chu Zheng held the book in his hand and sat aside with his head bowed. Ji Fanglong's name had been crossed out.
On the newly turned page, there were only two words written on it.
【New Calendar...】
What month is this?
Chu Zheng was in a daze for a moment. He had forgotten how long he had been in this world.
After practicing in seclusion, a few days passed in a flash. Within the Immortal Sect, there were no four seasons of cold or heat. It was really difficult for him to pay attention.
What’s more important is that as his lifespan increases, he is no longer as sensitive to the passage of time as before.
If he hadn't met Ji Fanglong, he didn't even know when he would have remembered the diary.
Chu Zheng pondered for a moment, without too much entanglement, and wrote:
[In the new year, I have gained some enlightenment in my practice, and I am killing more and more people. The battle between the immortal sects is about to start, and there are many secrets involved. When Be careful with your words and actions...If you accidentally forget the time, remember it next year. 】
Looking at the handwriting on the paper, Chu Zheng sighed softly and put it away. Before he died, he had to remember to leave a translation. If future generations couldn't understand it, that would be bad. Some ancient characters can be deduced through the evolution of characters, but there is no way to deduce completely rootless handwriting.
Seeing Chu Zheng put away his notebook, Fu Quanliang opened his mouth and explained the current situation of Huanling Sect and Yeguang Pavilion.
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Chu Zheng to think carefully, he said again:
"Besides, there is some news."
"What's the matter?"
"Song Lingqing is missing." Fu Quanliang looked a little solemn. He knew that Chu Zheng had a close relationship with the Song family.
“Missed?” Chu Zheng’s eyes suddenly condensed: “How come you disappeared?”
"According to an elder, he went to Phantom City to buy things and never came back. There is speculation within the sect that he may have been poisoned by Yeguang Pavilion."
Chu Zheng frowned slightly, He immediately remembered the prompt given by the panel.
Rogue Immortal Cultivator...
The moment the immortal bones were repaired, Song Lingqing might have already made plans to leave the Phantom Spirit Sect.
After a little thought, Chu Zheng had an idea.
If he were Song Lingqing, after leaving the Phantom Sect, he would definitely go to find his family.
According to the news he gave Song Lingqing before, she most likely went to Juze Country.
"No problem."
Chu Zheng shook his head. Based on the few contacts, Song Lingqing didn't look like a reckless person, so there shouldn't be any big problems.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Zheng stood up and said:
"Let's go and take a look near the battlefield."
"If you want to approach the camp, I advise you to be careful."
"A great monk in the Condensation Realm is no better than a Taoist, with great spiritual thoughts. , Not to mention disguise, your invisibility skills may be seen through.”
“And in this war, the person in charge of the president is Han Yuliang. He has reached the peak of the Soul Condensation Realm, and the soul in his body has almost melted. Ying, your cultivation is far beyond comparison with other people, I'm afraid you might miss it."
Fu Quanliang was a little worried, Ning Soul was only one step away from the divine infant, his breath turned into wind, his hands turned into clouds and rain, it was far from that. Comparable to monks who have entered the Dao realm, they can already be called great monks.
More importantly, Han Yuliang had met Chu Zheng when they were in the mine. Once they met, the secret would be exposed, and Chu Zheng would be completely exposed.
Those methods of Chu Zheng are completely invisible under the divine will.
Hearing this, the bones all over Chu Zheng’s body crackled and his body immediately became half a head shorter, and the bones of his face also changed.
In the blink of an eye, he became a stocky young man who looked a bit honest.
The Qi Refiner has already mastered the control of his own breath. He can change the distribution of Yuan Qi in his body with ease. He can disguise himself and shrink his bones. These are just some small tricks, not worth mentioning at all.
Even the breath, Chu Zheng could imitate it well enough to look real.
If you wait until you reach the golden elixir realm, acquire the great magical power of 'false form', and understand the method of transformation, you can transform mountains, rivers, vegetation, animals, spirits, and monsters.
Even if he really turns into Fu Quanliang, there won't be any flaws. Even a strong man from the Tongxuan Secret Realm can't see through it in person.
Fu Quanliang had already developed a certain immunity to Chu Zheng's endless methods. He looked carefully for a while, and after confirming that there was no clue at all, he stopped talking and turned around to lead the way.
Chu Zheng raised his hand to attract a gust of mountain breeze, lifted the two of them up, like rolling up two fallen leaves, and rushed forward silently, at an astonishing speed.
"Wait."
More than an hour later, Fu Quanliang suddenly stopped and whispered:
"If we go further, we will probably reach the main camp of the Phantom Spirit Sect."< br>
“I saw it.” Chu Zheng squinted his eyes. The world in his eyes was far clearer than what Fu Quanliang could see.
Even if he did not see the battlefield, he had already seen the gathering Yuan Qi rising up into the sky.
There are two large pieces in total, each with its own side.
The intertwined energy of life is so strong that it is as blazing as two scorching suns.
But in Chu Zheng's eyes, Yuan Qi's fluctuations on one side were more than a circle smaller.
In such a head-on collision, the Phantom Sect is obviously at an absolute disadvantage.
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Big Zhou.
Although there are wars everywhere nowadays, the situation in Dazhou is extremely stable, even calmer than in previous years.
It can be said that the weather is smooth, the country is peaceful and the people are safe.
No matter which force it is, no one has dared to put their hands into this place.
Zhao Tingxian's residual power is too great. The more powerful the Immortal Sect is, the more they understand the terrifying power of Zhao Tingxian's cultivation.
The imperial capital Nancheng, the Suzaku Divine Guard town Fusi.
Outside the door of a secret room, Li Mingzhou was pacing back and forth, looking alternately worried and happy, looking a little dazed.
After a long while, the closed door to the secret room slowly opened, and Song Lingxue held the door and walked out, her face and eyes full of exhaustion, and her expression was relieved.
“It’s done?”
Li Mingzhou rushed forward quickly, his cheeks trembling slightly, his eyes full of hope mixed with anxiety.
“It’s done!”
Song Lingxue’s eyes could not conceal her excitement. She spread her white palms, and a wisp of green and white air floated between her fingers.
Buzz——
Suddenly, the blue and white energy surged and turned into a long sword.
Seeing this, Li Mingzhou suddenly reached out his hand, took a long sword from the side, and poured all his inner energy into it.
He didn't leave any strength behind, his back was like a dragon, he instantly jumped up, opened his shoulders, threw his arms, raised his sword and struck down. Before the sword could be raised, a buzzing whistling sound could be heard all around.
The sword energy roared like a pressure from the sky. Even an iron man made of hundreds of refined steel would be chopped into pieces.
This is the pinnacle of martial arts in the world, the ultimate grand master.
Song Lingxue did not move at all, raising her sword to block.
boom!
The sword blades intersected, and a thunderous sound exploded, piercing gold and cracking stone, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time.
Song Lingxue stood on the spot, and the ground beneath her feet cracked with spiderweb-like cracks that extended several feet away.
Li Mingzhou's face turned red and he took three steps back. His muscles and bones were trembling all over his body. The long sword he was holding was broken into pieces and almost turned into iron powder.
After he stopped, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, indicating that he had suffered internal injuries.
But at this moment, Li Mingzhou could no longer care about the injuries inside his body.
His eyes were fixed on the cyan sword in Song Lingxue's hand, his eyes were reddish, and he almost growled:
"There really is a way!"
He spent his whole life After painstakingly exploring the martial arts for nearly a hundred years, I only saw one door, but Song Lingxue has now embarked on this road!
The great master of martial arts is far from the end. Even without immortal bones, he can still have extraordinary power!
"Purify the inner qi and transform it into the essence of the body..."
Song Lingxue whispered, her eyes filled with ecstasy:
"Condensate the qi and transform it into a gang..."
< br>This is the state after condensing Qi.
The second realm of martial arts...Yuan Gang.
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