Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 140 Loss
In a barren mountain dozens of miles away from Qingyun Mountain, in a cave.

The ghost king opened his eyes, only to feel that there was no pain in the whole body, and there was a large burning sensation from behind, and he groaned in extreme pain.

"Father, you're awake!" The girl in the green skirt who was standing by, saw the ghost king open his eyes, surrounded him with great joy, and called out.

The Ghost King gasped for breath with some difficulty, forced a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Yaoer, where are Qinglong and Suzaku, tell them to come in and see me."

The girl in the green dress is exactly Bi Yao, she heard the Ghost King's words, her beautiful face showed a bit of sadness, she said sadly: "Father, Uncle Qinglong has already gone, as for Aunt You, she was also seriously injured and unconscious, Mr. Ghost said that whether he can survive or not depends entirely on God's will..."

"What...uh...poof!"

It was the ghost king who learned that his confidant was about to die tragically, his emotions were agitated, his injury recurred, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he passed out again after rolling his eyes.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!..."

Seeing that the ghost king vomited blood, Baguio panicked a little, she yelled a few times, finally remembered something, and hurriedly shouted outside the cave: "Come here, hurry up and invite Mr. Ghost!"

Not long after, a mysterious man dressed in black and covered with a black veil walked in quickly. As soon as he came, Baguio hurriedly said: "Mr. Ghost, my father just woke up, but passed out soon, you Take a look!"

The Mr. Ghost nodded, sat near the ghost king, took the ghost king's hand, and used his mana to walk within the ghost king's meridians, and said after a while: "Miss Bi Yao, don't panic, the suzerain is just in a turbulent mood, and the injury has worsened. In a coma, but the Suzerain's Taoism is profound, there is nothing serious."

While talking, Mr. Ghost took out a pill from his pocket and fed it to the Ghost King's mouth.

In less than two or three breaths, the Ghost King opened his eyes again. He saw his beloved daughter and Mr. Ghost beside him, and immediately asked, "Mr. Ghost, how long have I been in a coma, and how are the injuries in the sect?"

Mr. Ghost hesitated for a moment, then said: "Sovereign, you have suffered a serious injury, and you should take care of yourself. I am afraid that your mental instability will cause your injury to worsen again!"

"You tell me about the injury first, it doesn't matter if I'm injured, tell me quickly!" Ghost King hurriedly urged.

Mr. Ghost looked at Baguio, who sighed helplessly, and said, "Father, people cannot be resurrected after death. We can slowly cultivate the power of the King of Ghosts. You should take good care of your wounds first."

"Tell me quickly, tell me quickly!" Ghost King asked anxiously.

Seeing that Baguio couldn't persuade him, Mister Gui said: "Sovereign Master, Miss and I were ordered to respond here. Of the [-] elite disciples you led, only less than [-] returned, and the [-] enshrined elders only returned two bit."

"what!"

Hearing this, the ghost king felt cold all over his body, his breath was stuck in his heart, and he almost fainted again. It took him a while to recover, and he muttered to himself: "My sin, it's my sin, I'm a sinner of the ghost king sect... ..."

There are only 2000 disciples of the Ghost King Sect, and the 100 he brought out are the most elite fighters in the sect. Most of these people lost, which is equivalent to breaking the back of the Ghost King Sect, especially when there are only two elders left, The two great holy envoys were dead and alive, and the high-level combat power was even more withered, far greater than the loss in the war between good and evil in the last [-] years.

"Father, don't be sad, the other three major sects are not much better. As far as I know, they are worse than our Ghost King Sect. After the death of the old poison of the Wandu sect, there are no disciples who escaped. , the Hehuan Sect is similar to ours, that is, the Changshengtang slipped away early when it saw a bad opportunity, and it is slightly better than us, with dozens of disciples escaping, but there is only one elder in the sect's strength!" Baguio Comfort the ghost king.

"The four major factions have suffered such heavy losses?" Ghost King asked.

"Yes suzerain, Miss Baguio is right. During the days when you were in a coma, I sent people to meet the supporters of the other three sects. They were all in the same situation. Moreover, according to the news I just received, Mrs. San Miao of the Hehuan Sect, He was punished by the tribulation thunder that day and couldn't make it through, so he died." Mr. Gui said.

"Mrs. Sanmiao is also dead, okay, okay, I'm relieved now!" Ghost King said with a long sigh of relief.

For the Demon Sect, the righteous way is certainly an opponent, but the real life-and-death enemy is each other. Each of the four major sects wants to be like the black-hearted old man 800 years ago, one family dominates and unifies the Demon Sect.

No matter how much the righteous way strangles the demon sect, it will not be able to eradicate the root. The struggle between the righteous and the demon has been going on for thousands of years, but the demon sect is different. They annex each other, the big fish eat the small fish, and the swallowed The demonic sect really lost its orthodoxy completely.

The heavy loss of the Ghost King Sect certainly made the Ghost King very distressed, but what he was even more afraid of was that the other factions took the opportunity to annex the Ghost King Sect.

"This time, our Holy Cult has suffered such heavy losses, and we have been defeated again and again. The biggest sin lies with me. I never expected that old man Daoxuan could control the Sword of Immortal Execution, let alone that Mo Yuan could also control it. Immortal Execution Sword Formation. Righteousness is powerful, it seems that we will not be able to shake Qing Yunmen in hundreds of years." Ghost King said with some self-blame.

If he hadn't insisted on counterattacking Qing Yunmen for the second time, the four major sects wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses.

"The suzerain doesn't need to be discouraged. Although the righteous way is strong, we are not helpless against them. As long as the formation is completed, we don't have to wait hundreds of years, and we will be able to counterattack Qingyun!" Mr. Gui said with great confidence. .

"Is the formation complete?"

The ghost king thought of the heavenly power that was like a god and demon destroying the world, and his heart was shaken. The young man used the power of killing immortals to launch the magic sword to control thunder, and the mighty heavenly power summoned a total of 81 terrifying thunders. When Dao Tianlei came into the world, I don't know how many disciples of the holy religion were turned into coke, and how many disciples died without a whole body. I was only scratched by the aftermath of the thunder, and then I was seriously injured and passed out. This kind of power of heaven and earth, there is really a formation that can compete with it ?

"Mr. Ghost, is that grand formation really comparable to Zhuxian Sword?" Ghost King asked with some uncertainty.

"Sovereign, four ancient beasts are needed to form the formation alone. Is the power of the formation still questionable? Besides, Mo Yuan is not talking about seventeen or eighteen years old this year, and he will live for at least five or six hundred years with his way of life. Do we Do you want to hibernate for five or six hundred years? You must know that the lifespan of the suzerain, you and me, is far inferior to that of Mo Yuan, so we can only take a risk!" Mr. Ghost said earnestly.

This is true, the two have practiced for hundreds of years, so it is impossible for them to live longer than Mo Yuan. With the ambition and talent of the Ghost King, how could they be willing to be tortured to death by Mo Yuan?

But he said: "Mr. is right, then, let's go all out to collect spirit beasts and fight to the death!"

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Qingyun Mountain, Tongtian Peak.

I saw the beauty of the original fairyland on earth, but now it is a mess, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, densely covered with countless large and small potholes.

Among them, there are 81 largest potholes, each of which is about tens of feet deep and hundreds of feet in radius, all of which were smashed out by the thunder summoned by the divine sword Yu Lei Zhen Jue.

As for those small potholes, they were caused by the lightning strike on the ground and the aftermath splashing.

And in the center and even around these pits, there are more or less corpses like black charcoal. As for the shade of green trees all over the mountain, all of them have been turned into charcoal.

That is to say, the Tongtian Peak is towering, majestic and majestic, crowning the top of the Qingyun Seven Peaks. Otherwise, if it were an ordinary peak, it would have been smashed into pieces by these ninety-nine and eighty-one thunders. How could it still stand like before? ?

Up and down the entire Tongtian Peak, Qingyun disciples could be seen busy, either disposing of the corpses of demon cult thieves, moving earth and rocks to bury potholes of all sizes, or repairing the square and Yuqing Hall in Qingyun Temple .

On the contrary, none of the disciples paid attention to those trees that turned into charcoal. Also, the lightning strike wood is also the main material of the top-ranked magic weapon. Just wait for ten years, hundreds of years, and thousands of years. Trees, new shoots from old trees, can naturally provide Qing Yunmen with a lot of magic weapon materials.

Xiao Yicai, the direct disciple of Daoxuan, is standing in the center of the square of the Yuqing Hall at this moment, handling all kinds of chores in the sect in an orderly manner. The affairs are handled extremely well, showing admirable ability.

But in the eyes of Qing Yun Qifeng at this time, all the disciples, elders, and even the chief seat were not focused on him, but on the two unconscious figures in the sleeping hall of the head of Tongtian Peak.

Three days had passed since that day's battle, and the two Dinghai Shenzhen of Qingyun Sect also fell into a coma for three days.

There are four young figures guarding the gate of the dormitory, two men and two women, both of them are delicate and beautiful, with graceful figures, one is lively and the other is as cold as ice, they are the most proud women of Dazhufeng and Xiaozhufeng Disciples Tian Linger and Lu Xueqi; as for the two men, one is handsome, but he has a bit of escape, the other is ordinary, but his face is full of determination. Zeng Shushu, the first beloved son of Fenghui Peak, and Zhang Xiaofan, the lowest-ranked disciple of Dazhu Peak.

These four disciples were the disciples of the younger generation who performed the most outstandingly in this battle between righteousness and evil, and they were also disciples who did not suffer any serious injuries.

Like Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu of Longshou Peak, they are lying on the bed at the moment and can't get out, especially Qi Hao. Disciple Gu made a sneak attack and was the most seriously injured.

This time Qingyun Sect resisted the Demon Sect, although the second time the Demon Sect attacked the mountain, the Qingyun Sect disciples did not fight against it, but the first attack on the mountain in the light of day hurt a lot of Qingyun disciples, the elders of all branches were basically injured, After all, the four factions of the Devil's Cult work together, and there are many people, so these young disciples are now guarding Daoxuan's bedroom.

Zeng Shushu has a restless temperament, and he is familiar with Zhang Xiaofan. At this time, the Demon Sect has already fled in embarrassment, and no one dared to sneak back to Qingyun Mountain to attack, so he chatted with Zhang Xiaofan very relaxedly: "Xiaofan, early I heard that you seven disciples of the Great Bamboo Peak are profound in Taoism and are not inferior to the leader of the lineage, now it seems that they are not only the leader, I am afraid that Master Daoxuan may not be stronger than him!"

Before Zhang Xiaofan could speak, Tian Linger had already accepted the quarrel, but seeing her bright face was full of pride, she said: "Of course, my seventh senior brother is a genius in heaven, and no one in the world is a monk. Can't beat him, my father has already said that his future achievements will not be inferior to Patriarch Qingye!"

What kind of person is Patriarch Qingye? He has developed Qingyunmen from a small sect that is about to be destroyed to an amazing genius who has dominated the world for thousands of years. In the past 1000 years, there has only been one such person, Tian It's not easy to make such an evaluation, and the expectations for his own disciples are not low!
Hearing the words, Zeng Shushu did not refute, instead he said: "This statement is not wrong, senior brother Mo is much younger than Patriarch Qingye when he reached the peak of Taoism, the divine sword Yu Leizhen he used that night with the Excalibur of Jade Immortals Jue, I'm afraid that immortals will die on the spot, but I'm surprised, you have only nine disciples in Dazhu Peak, and you have three wizards who cultivate Taoism. Could it be that the luck I have accumulated for thousands of years is not enough in this generation? Was it taken away by your Big Bamboo Peak?"

When he asked, even Lu Xueqi's beautiful eyes with a cold face flashed a trace of curiosity, she looked at Tian Ling'er and Zhang Xiaofan, especially Zhang Xiaofan, who clearly had ordinary aptitude, but his speed of improving Taoism was no better than her Slow, really surprising.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled honestly, said: "I'm not a genius, senior sister and seventh senior brother are, I was taught by seventh senior brother."

From Zhang Xiaofan's own point of view, although he practiced hard, his aptitude was mediocre, he shouldn't have made his mark in the Qingyun sect where there are so many heroes, it was purely the heavenly scriptures taught by Mo Yuan that allowed him to continuously improve his Taoism.

But this is to underestimate himself. In the matter of Taoism, it lies in a persistent Taoist heart. Although the heavenly scriptures allow him to integrate the true teachings of Buddhism and Taoism, it is his own unremitting efforts in the end.

Let me ask, how many of the stupidest disciples on the first floor of Taiji Xuanqing Dao can get started in three months, how many people can insist on not getting started and still practice hard for three years?

It is Zhang Xiaofan's relentless practice that he is able to simultaneously advance in the supreme truth of Buddhism and Taoism. Even without the help of the heavenly scriptures, this young man's achievements in the future will definitely not be inferior to any genius.

Lu Xueqi looked at the self-effacing words of the young man in front of her, and a different kind of brilliance flashed in her eyes. Others didn't know Zhang Xiaofan's brilliance, but instead of spending a period of time entrusting life and death under the abyss of death, Lu Xueqi was deeply moved. Know what is extraordinary about this seemingly mediocre boy.

It's just a pity that in the eyes of the whole somewhat dull boy, there was a girl in a red dress. Although she stood with him, his eyes never turned to him.

Zeng Shushu was still chattering about Mo Yuan's extraordinaryness, how his father, who was the head of Fenghui Peak, envied and envied Tian Buyi, but all these things never fell into the ears of the woman who carried the Tianya Divine Sword. Among them, the eyes of this beautiful girl are full of the figure of that boy.

And at this moment, Mo Yuan's groans sounded in the sleeping hall. After three days and three nights after using that magical sword Yu Lei Zhen Jue, the Qingyun Tianjiao finally woke up ...

ps: eight thousand is over...

(End of this chapter)