Tian Yuan

Chapter 1638 I lost

The fisherman tried very hard but still couldn't pull up the fishing rod.

Could it be that a big fish has taken the bait?

Keep working hard with full expectations.

After a moment's stalemate, the fishing master finally succeeded.

The fishing rod rose into the air, and a golden light emerged from the bottom of the water and went straight into the sky.

"Ow—"

A huge golden dragon was looming, raising its head and roaring, shaking the earth.

What he caught was not a fish, but the path to heaven.

From this moment on, the cold river between the two banks lost a lonely figure, and the world of cultivation welcomed an outstanding person, who wrote an extremely wonderful legendary story.

If a mortal cultivates his mind, he will attain enlightenment one day.

With a go-with-the-flow mentality, the Fishing Lord gradually reached the top of that era, was worshipped by the world, and amazed all races.

"The inner law is wonderful beyond words."

After reading the life story of Diao Laojun and the ancient Taoist scriptures he created, Chen Qingyuan praised him generously.

I watched this for three whole months.

During this period, many ripples of light appeared on the surface around Chen Qingyuan, and there were scenes of flying snow and a rushing river.

He put away the jade slip, thinking about something.

A few days later, he took out the second jade slip.

Unconsciously, I was immersed in it.

The nine-tailed white fox had suffered hardships since childhood and had experienced many life-and-death crises. After transforming, he had a charming face and was abducted by a great cultivator and suffered from bullying. After many years, he became successful in cultivation and slaughtered all his enemies. He became a killing god that the world feared, with unpredictable moods and countless blood on his hands.

Then, he used a heaven-defying technique to remove flesh and replace bones, thus reshaping his body.

Because of the heavy suffering he experienced, it became a knot in his heart. When he wanted to reach the top, he couldn't overcome the catastrophe of his inner demons, fell to the mortal world, and missed the throne.

"What a poor fellow! Alas!"

Chen Qingyuan recalled the vixen who had competed with him and sighed softly.

Then, his spiritual consciousness probed into another jade slip.

A demon child who looks like a child, born into the demon clan.

Because the ancestor of the tribe was practicing a technique, he needed the blood of his fellow tribesmen as a sacrifice. The parents of the demon boy happened to be chosen, and they were unable to resist. In a blink of an eye, their flesh and blood dried up and they became a mummy.

The demon child who witnessed this scene could not accept it in his heart. He had a pure heart, but was driven crazy by the cruel reality.

The demon boy endured and entered the various trial sites of the tribe, killing countless people of the same tribe. After spending nearly ten thousand years, he finally reached the top. The first thing he did was to suppress the ancestors of the tribe and slowly torture and kill them with cruel means.

The past footprints of each of the top masters appeared before Chen Qingyuan's eyes, as if he had experienced them personally and was deeply moved.

In a blink of an eye, three years have passed.

Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, taking a deep breath, and read all the jade slips of inheritance.

It records the art of killing, the wonders of spiritual practice, life experiences, insights into Taoism, and so on.

“Take the subtleties and integrate them into your own path. If I can truly integrate them, it will be of great help to the path I will take later.”

Chen Qingyuan had a deep understanding, and the depth in his eyes became even deeper, like a black hole at the end of the universe, bottomless and mysterious.

The spiritual energy in this area has become thin.

Obviously, we have to move to another place.

To integrate the essence of Taoism of ancient powerful men into one is not an easy task, nor can it be done overnight. It requires gradual progress and slow comprehension.

"call out!"

With one thought and one step forward, Chen Qingyuan was like a sharp sword, piercing through this world until the end of the void.

Use Tongtiantai as a springboard to reach a higher realm.

Everything is going well now. The injury will be healed in ten years at most. If I can obtain the innate good fortune, the time can be advanced and my cultivation can be improved a little bit.

Although the world knows that Chen Qingyuan has entered the realm of enlightenment, they are unclear about his specific whereabouts and cannot detect it by any means, which is quite helpless.

Many powerful people from different tribes did not dare to offend those practitioners whose identities were unknown, for fear that they would have bad luck and offend Chen Qingyuan, who concealed his true appearance. Just thinking about it made them tremble with fear and break out in cold sweats.

......

A road to a prosperous place.

There are eight thousand fairy mountains, and the clouds are a thousand feet thick.

Ninety-nine palaces with traces of ancient Taoism floating above the sea of ​​clouds present a fairy-like scene that should not exist in the human world.

On top of an ancient temple, a man stood with his hands behind his back.

Dressed in a jade robe, he looked majestic and awe-inspiring, with an extraordinary temperament that was far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Lin Qian's imperial family, Luo Liuyin.

In front of him was a man wearing a light black brocade robe with scale patterns. He was full of fighting spirit and had a fierce look in his eyes.

The young patriarch of the ancient Moyang clan, Zhu Ziyu.

The two men met here to discuss and fight.

The person who initiated the challenge was Zhu Ziyu. He knew that Luo Liuyin was very strong and he would most likely not be able to defeat him, but he still wanted to fight to see how big the gap between the two sides was.

What is scary is not that you cannot win, but that you don’t even have the courage to draw your sword.

Zhu Ziyu was not afraid of losing, he had prepared himself mentally before coming. Even if he died, he would not retreat.

"please!"

Then, Zhu Ziyu drew his sword and shouted loudly.

"Chong-"

The sound of sword chanting is rippling and pleasing to the ears.

"clang!"

In order to show respect, Luo Liuyin directly took out a long sword, held it tightly in his right hand, and was ready.

"Boom——"

In a flash, the two men rushed towards each other at the same time, their swords collided, the laws of light splashed everywhere, and thunder rumbled through the sky.

After only ten moves, Zhu Ziyu was already at a disadvantage. No matter how powerful his trump card was, he could not get rid of the oppression. The pressure on his body was increasing. His right hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, and his movements were a little slow. He could no longer maintain his balance.

As Luo Liuyin slashed out with his seventeenth sword, the Heavenly Sword came from the outside world, dropped from a great height, and chopped down fiercely.

"Banglong!"

With a loud bang, the divine sword appeared. Zhu Ziyu could no longer hold the sword with one hand, so he immediately held it with both hands, exerting all his strength, and let out a long roar. A powerful force gushed out from his body, tearing apart the space within a radius of ten thousand miles.

The explosions continued for several breaths, and the core of the battlefield had become a ruin of chaos.

Luo Liuyin stood on a high place, looking down at the extremely embarrassed Zhu Ziyu below, and stopped attacking. Although he was a fierce god, he hated killing people, unless it was a deadly enemy.

Chang Ziqiu had fought against Luo Liuyin in those days. If Luo Liuyin had the intention to kill at that time, Chang Ziqiu would have basically no chance of survival.

The sword in Zhu Ziyu's hand broke.

A long bloodstain appeared on his body. If it weren't for his strong enough strength, he would have been split in half.

"I lost."

Zhu Ziyu looked up at Luo Liuyin who was high up in the sky, admitting defeat without hiding it. He felt mixed emotions and his voice was hoarse.

I thought that even if I was inferior, I could fight for more than a hundred rounds. I never thought that I would be suppressed in just ten moves, without any room for resistance.

The gap between the two sides is so huge, as if there is a natural chasm between them.

"call out"

Without saying a word, Luo Liuyin did not ridicule, his expression was calm, and he turned and left.

Zhu Ziyu was left alone here, staring at the other person's departing back, his face full of complicated expressions, and he was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

At the same time, the evildoer from the ancient gods came out.