Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 63
But that expression was only fleeting.

For a moment, even Fang Xin couldn't tell whether this was true, or if he had misread and admitted it.

After all, Taoist Dilong is the real deacon of the capital.

A good old monster.

With the departure of Taoist Mu, many Taoists and the head of the Sanshan Palace all felt the atmosphere was very awkward.

I didn't know what to do for a while.

And at this time.

All I saw was a black shadow suddenly flying up in the courtyard on the back mountain of the Sanshan Palace.

That black shadow was extraordinarily huge.

"Whoa~"

Just with a flick of the body, it is hundreds of feet long.

Soaring through the clouds and driving the fog, chasing the sun and catching the clouds.

For a moment, the entire Sanshan Palace was completely shrouded in layer after layer, an unknown number of layers of clouds.

Layers upon layers of dark clouds pressed down.

Even the many masters, the many Taoists who are at the level of meditation, and the many Taoists who are protected by magic weapons, can't help but wait attentively.

Followed by.

Then he saw that the layers were stacked, and in the boundless cloud that almost pressed down on their shoulders, a passage suddenly opened up.

An earth-shattering roar emanated from it:

"Roar!!"

The sound spread for dozens of miles.

The many Taoists who were originally standing on the mountain forest in this square couldn't help but be scrambled by this roar.

The wind howled.

Fang Xin only felt a huge pressure that almost made him breathless, suddenly descending on him.

No matter how he practiced.

Even if he has already cultivated a great spell, the aura is self-contained.

At this moment, I only feel the darkness in front of my eyes, as if I was put into a dark and boundless cage.

The whole person suddenly exudes a sense of despair.

With this roar, it fell.

Then I saw a turquoise figure in the sky, appearing and disappearing in the clouds.

Take a closer look.

It turned out to be a green scaled serpent with hundreds of feet in length!
This big snake has no claws.

But its head and body shape are already no different from the legendary real dragon and flood dragon.

A dragon's head several feet in size poked down from the dark cloud, looked at many Taoists, and his voice was like a thunderbolt:
"Everyone is here."

"Yeah!"

Just after saying these two sentences, everyone felt dizzy, as if they couldn't bear the pressure of the big snake.

Seeing this, everyone has already recognized it.

This one is obviously the alchemist-level palace master with the blood of gods and demons in the Sanshan Dao Palace.

There is a huge gap between alchemists and warlocks.

A practitioner at the sorcerer level is said to be pursuing the Dao and longevity, rather than just a Taoist babbling on the road.

They are just practicing small tricks.

Did not understand the true meaning of the Dao at all.

Really talk about it.

Calling them heretics, or ignorant people, can barely be explained.

This is not the case for accomplished alchemists.

No matter what kind of path an alchemist achieves, it means that he has his own path and his own Dafa.

This is a method in the Tao!
Longevity is expected.

The soul is successful.

The difference between a warlock and an alchemist is like heaven and earth.

The ancestral orifice soul at the warlock level is nothing more than a mist and rain, which can be dispersed at will.

And the alchemist has become as solid as pure gold, which can be immortal no matter what, without withering or glory.

Even if it is just casting the same spell, the effect caused by the casting is still very different.

Just like the current snake god.

One hundred feet is the limit that ordinary warlocks can achieve, and only those who exceed one hundred feet can be called alchemists.

He really has the qualifications to pursue the Dao.

This is some kind of limitation.

It seems that the human race is like a shackle above the innate.

And as the palace lord finished speaking.

Then he saw the sky that was originally covered by dark clouds, and it seemed that there was a hazy, tall hazy figure in a trance.

Woooo~oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

Just an appearance.

The people who had just been relieved by the roar of the cloud were dragged into the boundless hell by it.

Countless ghosts and gods were howling.

The whole world seemed to become dark again.

The once proud spirits and extraordinary spells of many Taoists have lost their strength in this cloud and obscurity.

This gap is really too big.

It's so big that people even want to commit suicide, but they can't do it.

Afterwards, the owner of the cloud turned into a tall body of hundreds of feet, stepping on a faint blue Yin dragon.

Stepping over the clouds, revealing that big face, the whole person is like that big snake with green scales, observing everyone from the sky like this.

It doesn't look like he is observing the disciples in his own Taoist palace.

On the contrary, it has a condescending meaning.

It's like the farmer in the field looking at the leeks or wheat seedlings that are about to mature.

Immediately afterwards, this figure who seemed to be a ghostly ghost said:
"You guys are very nice."

"In the mirage, there are many resources that Taoists can't imagine."

"Cultivate hard!"

"If you can come back alive, I will definitely reward you!!"

After the words fell, he only saw his big hand wave, and it turned into countless spiritual lights, which fell in front of everyone in a disturbed manner.

Not waiting for everyone's reaction.

Then he entered the altar of the Taoists.

even.

Even if it is many courtyard masters, there is no room for resistance.

Fang Xin, who got that bit of aura, closed his eyes and watched the gods, and understood the news in this bit of aura.

When he really understood the content, he couldn't help being stunned:
"Is this actually a technique of soul crossing?"

Many of the sorcerers' methods in the Dao Palace are relatively simple, and it can be said that they seem to be relatively wild.

There is no special yin god, the art of golden elixir, and there is no definite path to climb up step by step.

But this palace lord taught them a spell to condense their own spirit into a Yin god.

Once the Yin God is condensed according to this method, even if the body dies, it can still live alone.

Reversed life and death in Yincao Hades.

After experiencing the crossing of the sun and the moon, and surviving the calamity of the five thunders, he can finally return to the yang world again.

Can get an immortal fruit.

Cultivate into this human alchemist fairy.

It will not be imprisoned like ghosts and gods, and it has great potential. It really is a great law.

And the method of practice is also very simple.

It only needs to condense one's own ancestral orifice into a god-like shape like a pill furnace, which can kill people and devour souls according to law.

Simple and crude, exceptionally effective!

And after many Taoist priests reacted, they couldn't help but smile.

After all, spells are rare.

Such a powerful and life-saving spell, but also so simple and rude, can be easily cultivated.

For many Taoists, this is like a pie in the sky.

And this is just the beginning.

Many Palace Masters seem to think that the process of cultivating them is too difficult and too bloody.

I don't know whether to compensate them, or what, but it actually gave them practical benefits.

(End of this chapter)