Taoist students

Chapter 64 Secret Exposure
"Oh? I don't know how to compete!"

But everyone asked as if they hadn't seen the change in the old man's expression.

"Hehe, well, I suggest that all clans and factions first confirm that 2000 people will enter the blood clan."

"If you want to send more disciples, you can decide by the ranking of the Dabi. Specifically, take the top ten, No. 1 will send 3000 more disciples, No. 2 to No. 2000, 500 people, and the remaining No. 1000 to No. [-] , [-] people, and the last three are [-] people." The short-bearded man spoke slowly.

"Okay, that's great."

Hearing this, the rickety old woman was the first to speak. If so, if a few more Brahmans of her can enter the top ten, then more disciples can be stationed.

The rest of the people obviously had similar thoughts and quite agreed with this proposal.

"However, as far as I know, there are also some juniors from other sects who are in the Taiyi Dao Palace, and want to take advantage of the opening of the cave to seek opportunities. If these people enter the top ten at that time, they will naturally be discarded, and only my seven sects will be counted." disciple."

But the Roshan man seemed to have thought of something, looked at the crowd and spoke again.

"That's right, what Fellow Daoist Ang said is very true.

Everyone nodded, so that Taiyi Dao Palace could prevent the use of external force to increase the odds of winning.

Sure enough, the solemn-looking old man's face became even more ugly, and he only heard a cold snort.

"Hmph, you guys are really good at calculating."

Originally, Dongtianfudi was only for the experience of the disciples of Taiyi Dao Palace, but in order to open the inheritance that the patriarch had already ruined, these forces joined forces to exert pressure. chance.

It was okay before, at least those juniors would be sent into the palace gate, barely counted as disciples of Taiyi Dao Palace.Now it is even more aggressive, using the name of the competition to directly send people into the paradise.The clay figurine is still angry, so how can he not be angry.

"Why, such a way to get the best of both worlds, fellow evil daoists still have objections."

The headed crooked old woman narrowed her eyes.

"Of course there are opinions. Every time the Paradise of Paradise is opened, the maximum quota is no more than 200 people. This time is an exception. The formation held by the Sumeru Space has begun to collapse, and it is even more impossible to allow more disciples to enter it. From my inference , this time, the opening can accommodate 150 people, and you will take away [-] places at once, which is too deceptive."

The old Taoist, known as the evil Taoist friend, spoke angrily.

In his opinion, if this is the case, the actual situation will be even worse than it is now. The six major sects have occupied 50 places, and people from other forces have also placed disciples in the palace gate. A rough calculation of the number of people, There are at least 40 people, so there are only three or [-] real Taiyi Dao Palace disciples who can enter the cave.

The descendants placed by these sect families are often very talented people, and the Taiyi Dao Palace has been declining for generations, so how can they compare with them.

If the quota is really determined according to this kind of competition, then none of the top ten will be destined for the Taiyi Dao Palace, and will definitely be occupied by other palaces.Then Taiyi Dao Palace can only send a guaranteed 2000 people to enter the blood race, and the resources that can be won are definitely the least.

The crooked old woman of the Brahmin said that the best of both worlds is the best of both worlds, but in his opinion, it is completely stinky to have the best of both worlds, and the Taiyi Dao Palace can't even occupy one end.

"Since that's the case, then I will have to vote." Seeing this, the man from Roshan frowned slightly, and then continued.

"If you agree with Patriarch Nangong's proposal, just raise your hand."

Hearing this, apart from the old Taoist surnamed Xie, the other six people raised their hands at the same time.

Seeing this, the corner of the crooked old woman's mouth curled into a sneer.

"The minority agrees with the majority. If this is the case, the evil friends should have nothing to say."

The Taoist surnamed Xie's eyes flickered, he looked at the crowd but stopped talking, and resumed his unsmiling expression just now, and said lightly:
"This matter will be reported to the palace lord, and he will decide."

"Okay, then it's settled."

But in the eyes of everyone, since the Taoist priest with the evil surname said so, then the matter is considered to be finalized. As long as everyone joins forces to exert pressure, Taiyi Taoist Palace dare not refuse.

If it wasn't for the hesitant attitude towards attacking the blood clan, and they planned to let the Taiyi Taoist Palace take the lead to find out the truth, the six major sects might just squeeze him out, so where would it be their turn to get this piece of fat.

But when he thinks that this move can not only maximize his own interests, but also send more disciples into the cave to seek opportunities, it can be said to kill two birds with one stone, and he can't help but feel a little happy.

"Calculate the time. The shortest time is two years, and the longest time is three years. It will definitely open. Two or three years is just enough for me to make more preparations. During this period, I hope Patriarch Nangong will always pay attention to every move of the blood clan." The burly man turned to the master. The short-bearded man on the seat spoke.

"It's natural."

So everyone discussed many competitions again, as well as the details of preparation.

But the old Taoist surnamed Xie didn't have the slightest intention to speak, but just listened to everyone's discussion with a blank expression.

……

A year flies by in the blink of an eye.

At this time, far away in the Wanling Mountains, I saw a Taoist robed monk coming in and out of thousands of caves on a steep cliff from time to time, as if searching for something.

In one of the densely packed holes, if you meander in, you can see a little Taoist priest about [-] or [-] years old sitting cross-legged among a pile of dead bones.

This person is Dongfang Mo.

On this day, sitting cross-legged, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the aura on his body exploded suddenly. He saw the endless aura gathering around him, and then it turned into a milky white tornado, which suddenly penetrated into his body.

Dongfang Mo's eyes narrowed, and the magic power in his body was beating, like a long whale drinking water, sucking endless spiritual energy into his limbs and veins, and it took him a cup of tea before he stopped.

"Whoa!"

The next moment, his Taoist robe swelled up automatically without wind, and his momentum exploded.

Judging by his cultivation, he has reached the level of the early stage of the sixth order.

In less than a year, he had reached the middle stage of the fourth level from the first level.

Now it took a whole year to raise the cultivation base from the late fourth level to the early sixth level. I didn't expect that the further it went, the more difficult it would be to improve the cultivation base.

But even so, it was difficult to hide the joy on his face.

I saw that the art of his hands was constantly changing, and the rich wood spirit power would disperse in all directions when he waved his hands.

With a little bit of his fingers, a few slightly green wood buds emerged from the dead bones not far away, and the next moment, the wood buds grew rapidly and turned into vines as thick as an arm.

At the same time, it kept twisting like a spirit snake. I saw Dongfang Mo pointing his hands repeatedly, and several vines swayed without wind. They drilled upwards from bottom to top, and one end was like a sharp knife cutting into tofu. In a blink of an eye, the stone wall above the cave has been pierced and easily drilled into it.

The upright vines are covered with thorns, like steel bars infused with iron essence, full of solid color.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo muttered something, and the next moment, the figure sitting cross-legged suddenly disappeared, turning into a faint blue light that was hard to see with the naked eye, and when it appeared in an instant, it was already ten feet away.

He stretched out his hand and took out a short black stick. Looking carefully, he found that it was the low-level magic weapon he had obtained from the monk who blew himself up. With a sudden swing, the short stick turned into several invisible streaks. afterimage.

"Bang bang bang!"

Qi Qi hit the upright vine, but it made a sound like hitting a solid wooden stake. Looking at the vine again, it looked unharmed.

The corner of Dongfang Mo's mouth raised, and the technique was so successful that it was difficult to break through even an ordinary low-level magic weapon.

"receive!"

The word "receive" was spit out from the mouth, and the vines like steel rods twisted for a while, changed from big to small, turned into invisible and burrowed into the ground, as if the previous scene had never happened.

"call!"

At this time, only a long exhalation sound was heard, and at the same time, Dongfang Mo drew a circle with both hands, and a layer of light blue light suddenly shrouded his body. The next moment, the light surged and turned into hundreds of wooden thorns. It's so spectacular, the wooden thorns are all shot together with a wave of the hand.

"Puff!" The voices became one piece, and looking at the stone wall in front, it was full of holes, large and small, as dense as ants' nests.

In a year's time, he has cultivated both the wood thorn technique and the vine armor to the point of mastery, and the wood escape technique is also close to mastery.

As for the rest of the middle-level spells, they also achieved a small success. Such a great achievement, without the help of this spiritual vein, I am afraid that it would not be possible to achieve it in ten years.

Nodding in satisfaction, just when he was about to try the other more powerful middle-level spells, his ears trembled, and he suddenly looked forward, and at the same time, his figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.

Not long after, I saw a monk in his early twenties wearing Taoist robes appearing here.

Arriving here, the cultivator showed a hint of doubt in his eyes. He looked around, and at the same time, he walked towards the depths of the cave in a blink of an eye.

Just as he was about to turn a corner, and he could even feel waves of weak white light coming from ahead, he suddenly stumbled.

When he lowered his head, several black vines had already wrapped around his waist from his feet.

Seeing that his face changed drastically, he was about to make a move.

But at this time, two slender vines also drilled out from the stone walls on both sides, and with just one roll, they tied his two arms.

The vines instantly tightened into the flesh, and finally tied him into a cross, hanging in the air.

At this time, a blue shadow flashed, and Dongfang Mo's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, looking at him with cold eyes.

The monk's body was restrained, and he was struggling violently at this time, but the rattan on his arms and ankles was as tough as steel bars, making it difficult for him to move.

When he looked at Dongfang Mo again, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Dongfang Mo frowned, carefully sizing up the cultivator in front of him, he looked like he should be at the beginning of the fifth level, such a cultivation level was really not worth mentioning in front of him now.

But in the next moment, his expression changed slightly, and he saw bloodshot eyes in the modified eyes, and at the same time, the aura all over his body was swollen, and his complexion was abnormally ferocious.

"Is it a puppet again!"

The corner of Dongfang Mo's mouth twitched, and at the same time, he turned his back with one hand and waved the other hand from top to bottom. The vine armor in the Dacheng realm not only appeared in the shape of the vine armor, but returned to its original nature, forming a faint layer of emerald green light and shadow .

"Boom!"

Under a burst of violent mana fluctuations, there was a deafening roar in the dark river, and the river was blown up high, forming splashes all over the sky. The surroundings were shaken, and many falling rocks fell into the water.

After four or five breaths, when the splash of water fell, Dongfang Mo behind the blue light and shadow did not move at all.

As soon as the mana was absorbed, the blue shadow in front of him dissipated, and the sporadic residue and minced meat also fell down and fell into the water.

Just when his face was gloomy and cloudy, he saw a bloody light shooting up into the sky from the broken flesh in the corner of the wall, and it went towards the corner with white light in an instant.

Dongfang Mo was taken aback, but his movements were also extremely fast. With a wave of his hand, a wooden stimulus that was difficult to see with the naked eye shot out.

"Pfft!" sounded.

Later, he nailed the bloody light to the stone wall first, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an eyeball that was bleeding with blood.At this moment, the eyeball was pierced, but an unbelievable expression could still be seen on it.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's expression was extremely ugly. If it was as expected, the people behind the puppet should have discovered the secret here.

……

At this time in Nanchuifang City, after a year has passed, Wubicha had already put Dongfang Mo's matter aside. After all, it would be wrong to put most of his energy on a low-level disciple just because of doubts. Smart move.

On this day, when he was explaining something to a disciple who was buying a magic weapon, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and then his expression changed.

"Dead again!"

His prohibition under the puppet, if it is captured alive or dies, the puppet will explode.

The first is to hurt both sides with his opponent, and the second is to make sure that even if someone finds out that he is a puppet controlled by others, there will be no proof.

This kind of puppet technique of killing monks' souls and controlling their physical bodies is listed as a taboo by many sects, so naturally they dare not publicize it.

Therefore, as long as the puppet blew itself up, he would notice it immediately.

However, Wubicha didn't panic too much at this time. He suddenly closed his eyes, and with the help of the last trace of vitality in the puppet's blood, he condensed a bloody eye.

Although the bloody eyes were nailed to death by Dongfang Mo's wooden thorns as soon as they condensed, at the last moment, a picture emitting a faint white light appeared in Wu Bicha's mind.

In that picture, fist-sized white crystals are inlaid in the stone wall, everywhere in sight, densely packed, with no end in sight.

"This is... the spirit... the spirit vein!"

His eyes were wide open, his face full of shock.

(End of this chapter)