Taoist chanting

Opening up new meridians by You Laojiang is like attacking a city to seize territory, the place where you stop and accumulate is a pass, and the one that reaches smoothly and directly is a thoroughfare.

Each pass can be stopped for three months to recuperate and replenish energy, and the road development can not be paused for more than three days, otherwise the road will be blocked and it will have to be re-opened again.

Zhang Wenfeng opened up the first pass in one go. Even with supernatural powers and chanting methods that can reduce and weaken the pain, he is still physically and mentally exhausted and unable to continue. He finally understands why You Lao said that monks in the past opened up their own meridians. , or even a hundred years or so.

Such a tormenting self-abuse thing, I don’t know which ruthless person came up with it first
He stopped in the cave for three days to practice and adjust his breath, and then slept soundly. I don't know how long it has passed. His eyes swept over the stone wall and looked outside. No disciples came to practice in the secret place.

Walk out of the cave and take a walk on the gravel lawn of the stone castle where weeds grow, feeling the warmth of the sun and the vitality of the vegetation.

Birds are chirping, the wind is shaking the leaves, and the flowers are fragrant.

I don't know where the old man Mengmei wandered
He didn't deliberately perceive and detect, with the old man Mengmei's ability, as long as he didn't risk his life to break into the forbidden area of ​​Moling Peak in the secret territory, and didn't go to the lairs of the old man, Tao Niang and Mang to provoke and swear, there would be no danger.

He had already explained clearly to You Lao about the taboos in Molingyou.

Taking out the coffee table and chairs, Guanzhu Zhang made a pot of good tea, poured it himself and drank it under the shade of the trees with the gentle mountain breeze blowing. Put out the wheat straw futon, and meditate all night.

Thoroughly relax and dissipate the residual fatigue in the bones.

The next day when the sun rose and the mist dissipated, Zhang Wenfeng dressed in the rising sun and briskly returned to the cave, starting the journey to the second pass.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, You Lao has helped him to solve the difficult part, he has passed the first level, and practice makes perfect after that, he can endure the silence and pain, and just move forward calmly, nothing more than spending more time, slow work and careful work .

Youmengchang, who has never seen the end of the dragon, encountered a lot of trouble. He was followed by three big monsters in the secret realm, and he chased and fled in all directions, getting farther and farther away from the stone castle area.

"Three friends, why are you so aggressive?"

You Mengchang hid himself in the woods, his voice was erratic: "You have never offended me, let alone trespassed. Everyone, please give Daoist Zhang a face and let You go back."

He had revealed his identity a long time ago, and even took out the weapon that Daoist Zhang had given him as a testimony. The three old monsters were simply deceiving people too much.

In the east, there is a pink mist from the air to the ground, which is more than ten miles wide, blocking the way, and Tao Niangzi's delicate laughter comes from it: "you daoyou, what are you afraid of? The three of us sincerely invite you to be a guest and you won't eat How can you be so ungrateful
The short and skinny Duke Mang flew slowly from the south, and laughed sharply: "Don't think that you can scare us by moving out Daoist Zhang. According to me, you'd better come out obediently, don't toast or eat fine wine, we just want to do it without malice. chat with you."

How could You Mengchang believe the nonsense of the three old monsters, and if he fell into the hands of a few guys, his skin would peel off even if he was not dead.

He was also careless, and shouldn't have believed what Zhang Daoist said, saying that there were conflicts among the three old monsters in the secret realm, and they were on guard against each other. The guy made a sudden move, blocking his escape route, and then slowly forced him to close the net.

...

He wanted to use the mortal dream to escape, but he couldn't find a savage native as a medium.

What he was most afraid of was the old monster of Fushan who escaped into the mud and never showed up. That guy was too strong. Daoist Zhang retreated in the cold pool cave and sealed off his energy, so he couldn't even find a helper.

Of course, he is not a vegetarian. After waking up for many years, he has prepared several methods in case of emergency. "Three, change to another place to chat, You Mou is willing to accompany you, it is best to call Daoist Zhang, and treat guests forcibly like you, and you will lose your sincerity, and you will feel like robbery."

Before the words fell, the five-mile radius of the mountains and forests suddenly disappeared, the leaves, flowers and plants withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, fine sand and yellow dust rose everywhere, and strange things happened in the sky.
Distorted, the trees turned into dust and debris.

There was a dull rumbling sound from the ground, the mud and rocks churned and cracked, and steaming steam came out, like an earth dragon turning over.The old monster of Fushan in the dark would be fine if he didn't make a move, but if he made a move, it would be earth-shattering.

The power is shrouded, and it is inevitable.

Three wisps of black mist, as light as smoke and dust, sprang out from the destroyed forest, flying in three directions, looming, and at an extremely fast speed, flexibly avoiding the twisting and tearing of the air.

"Where to run and stay."

Following Manggong's sharp shout and three soft beeps, the black mist exploded one after another, and the ghostly aura dissipated in the chaotic air.

"It's a ghost puppet substitute... Tao Niangzi, don't let go of the peach blossom miasma."

A reminder from the old man of Fushan came from underground.

"It's late, hey, three, mountains are high and rivers are long, we will meet later."

You Mengchang's playful laughter came from a distance.

When fleeing earlier, he concealed many worthless ghost talismans made from first-level ghosts on trees, rocks, or stream grass, and turned into a little black air to infiltrate, grabbing the peach blossom miasma with a slight gap. At the same time, he lost some cultivation and escaped with the soul-moving art.

The Mengmei clan was originally good at running for their lives, so it was extremely difficult to be caught.

What's more, his state of mind was not inferior to those of the three old demons. He had seen the scenery at a high place, and the regular sorcery performed by the old turtle had limited influence on him.

For any fourth-order dream charm, they will be restrained under the rules of the earth, and their hands and feet will be tied. Where else can they escape?
Mang Gong screamed: "That fourth-order Mengmei is really weird. He is not afraid of Boss Fushan's sorcerer's attack. He is a lost old guy. Boss Yueshan's guess is really accurate...

"To shut up!"

The old monster of Fushan who came out of the ground shouted, and cupped his hands in the air to the east: "Offended, after fellow daoist Zhang leaves the customs, I will go to treat the guests again, and then sit down with fellow daoist and have a chat."

"It's easy to say, easy to say."

You Mengchang was perfunctory, the other party didn't make any effort, it was to test his ability and details.

Before he regained his sixth-level strength, he didn't like to deal with these old women who were cunning and cunning monsters.
From now on, he only needs to act carefully and arrange carefully, and will not give the three of them a chance to make a move.

Really think that his Mengmei's name is a waste of fame
Over the extreme western waters.

Two or three hundred monks fought endlessly, and the battlefield spread out tens of miles away.

Spells and talismans roared, swords and swords crisscrossed, and the sound of fighting, howling, and roaring intertwined. At the back of the battlefield, seven or eight fourth-order masters with phantom shadows did not move out.

...

From the initial rebellion to the current confrontation between the eastern and western mainland forces, the two sides have contacts and negotiations, and collisions and battles broke out from time to time. Some things can be compromised, and there is no room for compromise on some issues. Both sides have a tough attitude.

He Guangjun didn't show a phantom to protest, he hung in the air a little bored and glanced around.

If it weren't for Chen Qingqiao's strict order that the fourth rank is not allowed to fight, he would really like to try the pleasure of "Slashing the fourth rank with Guang Han's sword".Just hit it, be afraid of a ball.

Suddenly, he fixed his eyes and stared at the far distance above the sea, and there were two figures coming from the southeast. They were two women in long white dresses, wearing veiled hats to cover their faces. It seemed that they were about to pass through tens of miles obliquely. bloody battlefield.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, one of the women turned her head to glance.

He Guangjun's heart trembled. With his fearless temperament, he felt very dangerous for no reason at a distance of tens of miles, separated by a curtain of fog.

He hurriedly turned his eyes away, not daring to look at each other to provoke the other party. After thinking for a while, Chen Qingqiao in front of the sound transmission said: "Be careful, a fifth-level master is suspected to appear in the southeast sea area, and the enemy is unknown!"

Chen Qingqiao was taken aback. It has been fifty years since the aura surged, and he has not heard of any monks who have advanced to the fifth rank.

Could it be the helpers from the Western Continent, outflanking and intercepting from the rear
He hurriedly looked to the southeast, and he could already clearly see that the two women were wearing plain white dresses with sword sleeves and tassels.