surnamed Wang

Huangquan is an extraterritorial exercise that Wang Bingquan comprehended after entering the Mahayana stage. With this magical power, he successfully helped the villagers of Taoyuan enter reincarnation.

"excuse me."

Wang Gangquan let out a low cry, and the Yellow Spring, which is tens of feet wide, hangs down from the sky. Wherever it passes, the grass and trees wither.

The two men on the opposite side did not dare to underestimate them, they soared into the air one after another, unexpectedly Huang Quan followed closely behind, forming a circle in mid-air, trapping the two of them in the middle.

It was the first time for Du Zhao to see such sorcery, he frowned and said:

"Visible but intangible, fishy and evil, what kind of spell is this?"

The younger monk poked the yellow river flowing in front of him with his sword, and said doubtfully:
"He besieged us but didn't do anything. Do you think it's possible that we're not evil cultivators?"

"Maybe there are other plans, we can't sit still."

As the middle-aged monk said, his jaws pressed against each other, his palms slowly rubbed together, and a huge phantom soon appeared behind him.

The name of this method is Yunling, which is the secret method of Lingyun, and it can also be called Yunling, which is where the name of Lingyun Sect comes from.

Thousands of years ago, with the incident of the five great immortal clans, the Lingyun Sect was assigned to the Asura Realm overnight from the master to the honorable order, and this secret method was lost.

The huge phantom was the same as Huang Quan in front of him, tangible and intangible. He stretched out two big hands to grab the edge of the river, and when his whole body struggled, a gap appeared in Huang Quan immediately.

Wang Gingquan in mid-air watched this scene with great interest, and murmured:
"I knew that Master had saved a hand for me."

After saying that, he slammed into the gap and kicked the young monk's chest head-on.

Although he didn't use all his strength, the monk still flew out without any precautions, and fell directly into the underworld behind him.

The rushing river quickly submerged him, and the middle-aged monk immediately blushed when he saw this, called out "Yushan" anxiously, turned his head and said with a murderous look:

"If you dare to hurt him, I will let you be buried with him."

"Don't worry, at most it's just a coma. If the spirit falls into it, it's hard to say, even I can't save it."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Can you listen to my explanation now?"

Sitting down in the sky, Wang Gangquan talked about his encounters along the way without any haste.

He knew that the other party would not trust him rashly, so to show his sincerity, he fished out the young man from the underworld, threw him in front of the middle-aged man and said:

"I am indeed a disciple of Lingyun. This time I went to Shura to find someone. I respect the character of the seniors and keep my hands on everything. I also hope that the seniors will not go to war. It will not be too late to deal with it after the truth is found out."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and Huang Quan disappeared.

In the distance, the little girl Suzaku had been tied tightly with a streamer, staring at Wang Bingquan with innocent eyes, the female monk was not much better, with one of her sleeves burnt off, showing a distressed look.

"Bing Xia, stop."

The middle-aged monk gave an order, and after a little hesitation, he bowed his hands to the king and said:
"I have offended you a lot just now. My seat, Du Zhao, Your Majesty Lingyun Zhongfeng, we still need to verify what the fellow Taoist said. Please come back to the sect with us."

Wang Gingquan nodded, and waved to Suzaku in the distance. The latter had been untied, made a face at the woman beside him, and flew to Wang Gingquan's side.

……

A group of people flew towards the fairy mountain in the east, and arrived at the mountainside in less than a quarter of an hour.

Wang Gangquan raised his eyes and was surprised to find that there were three peaks on this mountain. It seemed that they were in Shura, but they were always thinking about their sect.

"I don't know which peak Zhao Daoyou came from?" Du Zhao asked casually.

"Yan Junfeng."

"Oh, which class is it from?"

"The sword hall."

The woman next to him answered:
"That guy Nan Fengao is still alive?"

"You're alive and kicking, and you've told me to drink a lot."

Speaking of Zongmen, the few people who had fought each other with swords soon became lively chatters.

From time to time, they asked about some old people and things, and when they learned that the people they knew were still alive, they couldn't hide their joy. If Wang Gangquan had never heard of it, then he was probably dead, and the scene would fall into silence for a while.

At the end of the chat, a young monk named "Lu Yushan" put his arms around Wang Quanquan's shoulders and said:
"You can't be an evil cultivator because of fellow Daoist Zhao's style of conversation. Come to Yanjun Peak at night, and I'll be the host. We won't return until we're drunk."

These people are really straight-hearted, no wonder they didn't confess their mastermind when they were punished to enter the Asura Realm.

……

Most of the vegetation on the mountain is red and black in color, not only has no medicinal effect, but is also poisonous, and there is no scenery to speak of.

Along the way, Wang Gangquan met not many monks, and most of them were in the Mahayana stage of the resident soul stage.

According to Lu Yushan, at first there were only a dozen people including the head, elders, and honorable orders in the Shura Lingyun force. Later, there were evil cultivators willing to abandon their merits and join the group, and some monks formed Taoist couples and gave birth to offspring.

The few children that Wang Gangquan met along the way were expected to be like this.

Seeing this scene, it was hard for him not to secretly complain for these people.

They could have enjoyed the life outside the fairyland, but they were trapped in a desolate land due to power struggles. Even so, they still did not give up the hope of survival, farmed, weaved and had children, and lived in a corner.

Wang Gangquan was brought to the Zhongfeng Great Hall, and there was a rough atmosphere everywhere in the hall. The materials that can be found in this world are limited, and it is far from being able to make beams and paintings like the real Lingyun sect.

In the center of the hall, an old man in black robe was whispering something to the big water polo in front of him.

The image inside the water polo is blurry, only a figure can be vaguely seen, and the voice is intermittent, and it is almost possible to guess the meaning from the words.

"Immortal Emperor, I already know the matter, Lingyun will help your disciple."

Wang Gingquan, who had just stepped into the hall, heard these words, immediately regained his spirits, rushed forward and said:

"Master, I am right here."

"Du Zhao, why did you bring outsiders here at will?"

The old man in black robe turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man with displeasure. The latter stepped forward and explained:

"Elder Gongsun, this fellow Daoist Zhao claims to be a Lingyun disciple, and his master name is Li Changsheng."

"Li Changsheng..."

Suspicion appeared on Gongsun Zhe's face. It was too coincidental that he had just received the instructions from the Immortal Emperor and met the Lord the next moment.

The old man turned around and bowed respectfully to the figure inside the water polo:

"Dare to ask the Immortal Emperor, is this young man the disciple you are looking for?"

On the other side of the water polo, the old man squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the person opposite. The image on this side was relatively clearer. Looking at the plain face, he directly denied it:
"Where does the bastard dare to pretend to be the disciple of the Immortal Emperor? The disciples of the old man are not so ugly. Gongsun Zhe, find my disciple, and he has a way to bring you back."

After all, the image is directly closed.

The water polo fell heavily into the cauldron below, Wang Gingquan opened his mouth, and then turned his head to look at the rest of the people, the previously friendly senior changed his face again.

……

Late at night, in Lingyun Dungeon, Wang Gangquan leaned against the wall, his hands and feet were bound with chains, and he kept scolding that old guy in his heart.

Du Zhao seemed to be afraid that he would be lonely, so he specially arranged for him to be in a prison cell. The prisoner's beard and hair were disheveled and unkempt, and he didn't know how long he had been locked up.

Ever since Wang Gangquan came in, he hadn't heard the sound of iron chains on the opponent's hands and feet, and the noise gave him a headache.

"Could you calm down?" Wang Gangquan frowned and raised his head.

The sound of the iron chain stopped abruptly, and after a while, the man asked hoarsely:
"New here, what's your name?"

Wang Gangquan said unhappily:
"Zhao Zhiyi."

"Zhao Zhiyi?" The other party's voice immediately raised a level, "Zhao Zhiyi of Lingyun Sect?"

... (end of this chapter)