Chapter 222 The true battle begins!
"Dang!"
"Dang!"
"Dang!"
Half a year later, on Qingfeng Mountain, the heavy and simple Taoist bell automatically moved without wind , the bell sounded melodiously, resounding throughout the Taoist temple.
In the Taoist temple, all the foundation-building monks opened their eyes and looked at the place where the bell rang.
“According to the decree of Zhenren Yuanyang, the Taoist Academy will start the battle for the true inheritance from today!”
“All foundation disciples who are under one hundred and thirty years old can participate.”< br>
"In ten days, we will expel ten true successors!"
A loud voice from nowhere sounded on Qingfeng Mountain, and then there were thousands of rays of light, thousands of auspicious clouds, and the void trembled.
A rainbow channel exuding colorful colors and constantly rotating slowly emerged on Qingfeng Mountain. Inside the channel, it seemed to be a secret realm.
You can vaguely see the spiritual light gushing out inside, the ancient trees towering into the sky, and a mysterious Taoist charm that permeates endlessly.
“It finally begins!”
Tiangang Peak, Qingyan Peak, Biluo Peak, Su Family, Bian Family, Feng Family, Qianjiao Courtyard... Seven Lineages of the Aristocratic Family, Hanmen Spirit Island, Many of the foundation-building monks raised their heads, with expectant looks in their eyes.
The battle for the true biography is not only about a status, but also about the key and way to the golden elixir.
A true pass position represents a massive resource.
In this world, if you want to achieve a golden elixir, the safest and most reliable way is to lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade.
There are very few casual cultivators of golden elixirs.
If nothing else, the third-level spiritual island is not something that ordinary casual cultivators can covet.
“Whoosh!”
"Whoops!"
Streams of light leaped up from various spiritual islands and flew towards the colorful passages.
Years of hard work, today is the day!
......
At this time, a Dharma boat with silver light and a formidable aura arrived belatedly and returned to Qingfeng Taoist Temple.
On top of the Dharma boat, there is a beautiful woman covered by gauze, with only a pair of pink eyes exposed, and a handsome young Taoist priest.
"Just in time..."
The woman murmured softly, then turned around and asked: "I have tried my best and everything is ready. Next, you have to rely on yourself!"
"I will fight for the Master!"
The Taoist nodded silently, his voice was not loud, but he was full of determination.
"It's not for me, it's for yourself."
The woman laughed dumbly: "Thousands of years ago, the only person in the Taoist academy who achieved the golden elixir was Master Feng. That was also four hundred years ago. . ”
“It’s hard to get a true inheritance seat. Even I, Qingfeng Taoist Temple, need many years of accumulation to come up with such skill.”
“If you don’t want to miss it, you can only fight for it! ”
“Disciples must try their best”
Gu Yuan stretched out his hand to bow and said solemnly.
“Go!”
Master Sword Fox sighed softly, and then his body turned into a stream of light, stepped into the colorful passage first, and disappeared.
Gu Yuan took a deep breath and slowly walked into the colorful passage.
……
The blue clouds are long and the ancient trees are towering.
The spiritual energy flowing in the air is so rich that it is outrageous, and every trace of it is ethereal.
Mortals among them, even if they do not practice cultivation, can live to be 120 years old without any disease or disaster.
This is the most precious secret realm in Qingfeng Taoist Temple, the Qingxiao secret realm with fourth-level spiritual veins!
It is also the only Taoist body in Qingfeng Taoist Temple, where Yunyang Zhenren practices.
Taoist monks have a life span of two thousand years, which is difficult to see in ordinary people.
Many disciples in the Taoist Academy have never seen Yuanyang in person until their death.
In Tao Fei Realm, you can already sit and watch the vicissitudes of mountains and rivers, which is otherworldly.
...Gu Yuan also entered the Qingxiao Secret Realm for the first time.
In the past, even the Golden Core cultivators had to be summoned by real people before they could gain admission.
"What a rich aura..."
Compared with the fourth-level secret realm, his current realm is too low, and it is difficult to see through the mystery. He can only feel that he has never seen it before. The cyan spiritual energy flows in the secret realm like clouds.
The entire secret realm is shrouded in a huge blue cloud, making it difficult to see the real thing, only seeing it as vast and ethereal.
In the center of the secret sky, there is a huge cyan cloud platform.
The cloud platform is thousands of feet long, with a row of stands on each side, and inside is a vast cloud mirror.
In the mirror, you can vaguely see the screams of monsters, miasma, evil energy, and even many natural thunders, to name a few.
There are ten cyan clouds above Yunjing, but at this time, there is no one above the clouds.
And higher up on the entire cloud platform, there are ten futons standing in the sky.
The futon in the center is blue cloud color, and the rest are gold.
At this time, there were already six figures sitting cross-legged on the golden futon.
There are white-haired old men, middle-aged men with majestic faces, and young Taoists with handsome faces wearing lotus robes... But without exception, they all have a deep aura, gold in their eyes, and a sense of humor. A mystery that cannot be fathomed by mortals.
At this moment, a beautiful woman with a gauze face, only revealing a pair of pink eyes, floated over and landed on the seventh futon.
"Junior sister came late. She really worked hard. It seems that she asked for a lot this time. Then Gu Yuan was accepted as your disciple?"
Master Sword Fox just sat down. Next, on the third futon, a handsome and elegant middle-aged Taoist wearing a green Taoist robe asked with a smile.
This middle-aged Taoist is none other than the Master of the Su family, Su Xingwen, whose Taoist name is Master Biyun.
"Senior Brother Buluo is troublesome."
"After Linglong's death, I will not accept any more disciples, but he has a great opportunity and can be the successor of my Yuhu Peak Taoism."
Master Sword Fox spoke calmly, with a hint of coldness in his tone.
She originally had a good relationship with Su Xingwen. They were neither close nor distant, but because of Gu Yuan, she also developed an inexplicable hostility towards the Su family.
With her suppressing him, the Su family still had dishonorable methods that were disgraceful.
"I'm just worried that after all the hard work, junior sister, the bamboo basket ended up in vain, which is not beautiful."
"After all, he is just a disciple from a poor family, with a body with five orifices, and it was a coincidence. With such an achievement, how far can you go?"
Su Xingwen smiled lightly, but his tone was full of disparagement.
“That’s better than a patrician disciple!”
Master Sword Fox replied coldly.
Seeing that the two did not deal with them, the other Jindan remained silent and did not dissuade them.
Today’s battle for true inheritance is also a battle between their layout and vision.
They are all competitors.
It would be best for these two to fight first.
"Everyone has his own fate, why argue?"
"The body with five orifices is not incapable of achieving the golden elixir, and the seven branches of the family are not all weak-minded people."
That's it. At this moment, on top of the green futon in the center, an old figure slowly appeared from the void to reality.
"Greetings to the Master!"
Seeing the old man appear, the seven golden elixirs on the golden futon all stood up and saluted in unison.
"Sit down!"
The old man is wearing a Yin-Yang Taoist robe, holding a fly whisk, his white hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, and his face is rosy. He looks like an old man in the mortal world. He can open and close his eyes. In the room, there is a divine light of yin and yang flowing, revealing a mysterious meaning.
"The battle for the true story, hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye."
The old man sighed slightly, then waved his whisk and said with a smile: "We haven't seen each other for hundreds of years. Let’s see if there are any outstanding figures who can continue my Qingfeng tradition!”
After saying that, a stream of light shot out from the whisk, and a huge suction force suddenly appeared in the cloud mirror of the blue cloud platform. Dozens of disciples inhaled it together.
Gu Yuan had just stepped onto the cyan cloud platform, and before he understood the rules, he was suddenly sucked in by this powerful force and disappeared.
(End of this chapter)