The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 35 Gathering
Do not know why.

Suddenly, six or seven alchemy masters appeared. Even though Wu Yong had made some mental preparations, he still couldn't help feeling cold all over.

"The third one?"

Among the three alchemists of the Zhao family, an old man with white hair and beard took a step forward from the cloud platform, and the next moment he directly crossed a distance of dozens of feet. This is the true meaning of shrinking the distance into an inch!
The old man's figure flashed, and he suddenly stepped on the puddle. With eyes full of pity, he helped up the third son of the Zhao family, who had been cut open by Commander Lei to take out the elixir.

Afterwards, his sinister gaze was cast at Wu Yong and the others without any scruples.

"You little bastard! How dare you do such a cruel thing?"

"You deserve to die!"

This brat from the Wu family had no sense of propriety. The Zhao family gave him enough face and just let the Wu family leave in one piece, no matter how chaotic the situation in Danyang was.

This brat turned evil for good and actually cut open his third brother's stomach to get the elixir, thus destroying his path to becoming a Taoist priest and even trying to take his life.

"Humph! Shang Xiu's words are so unreasonable. Your Third Ancestor mocked and suppressed me, Wu Yong, time and again, and I put up with it. He attacked the leader of my Shaying, and I put up with it too."

"But if he wants to step on the heads of my Wu family and use them as a stepping stone for his dogs, then I, Wu Yong, dare not lose the face I have earned as the 36th generation patriarch of the Fuyao Wu family!"

"If you are dissatisfied, there is no need to beat around the bush. I will stand here and ask you to kill me immediately!"

Wu Yong took the Purple Magic Spear into his palm, held the spear tightly with his right hand, and nailed it into the ground with his backhand. With his left palm facing upwards, the Ten Thousand Crows Pot was suspended in his palm. Fifty Fire Crow Taoist soldiers gathered beside Wu Yong, ready to give it a try.

Silver armor reflected the cold light, and the thunder flag covered the sky! At this moment, one hundred and twenty-five thunder soldiers and thunder generals were standing behind Wu Yong. The five thunder soldiers were shaped like one body, and the Dao rhyme and spiritual patterns were connected to each other, blocking the mages like a thunder tower.

"Haha! Quickly kill you?"

"You asked for it, little bastard!"

The second ancestor of the Zhao family laughed out of anger.

He looked at Wu Yong coldly, raised his hands, and the morning glow purple energy twisted into a Hunyuan Qi that was more than ten feet high. He clapped his hands again, and the Hunyuan purple energy suddenly turned into a cannonball and blasted straight towards Wu Yong.

The Hunyuan Purple Ball has a diameter of more than ten feet. Wu Yong is like an ant in front of it. How can he compete with it?
Wu Yong gently shook the Ten Thousand Crows Pot in his hand, and the vicious and cruel Fire Crow Taoist soldiers in front of the Gangsha Warlock suddenly rushed towards the Hunyuan Purple Qi, but as soon as they approached, they were directly crushed into red clouds and purple smoke, and they didn't even really touch it.
However, the Hunyuan purple energy rushed straight towards Wu Yong without any hindrance.

Even the Wan'ya Pot, which is comparable to a quasi-magic weapon, is no match for a true alchemy wizard!
"Humph!"

But before the two came into contact, a cold snort sounded from in front of Wu Yong, and then the huge Hunyuan purple energy rushed back in front of the second ancestor of the Zhao family at a faster speed than when it went out.

The leader of the Taoist camp stood in front of Wu Yong, and with a push of his right hand, he pushed back the powerful Hunyuan Purple Qi.

This made the Blood God Son, who was about to turn into a river of blood and whose half of his blood shadow turned into rolling red light, feel relieved. He slowly turned back into human form, holding a blood-colored chain and guarding Wu Yong!

"Who are you?"

The second ancestor of the Zhao family was knocked back and staggered, and he managed to take back the enhanced Hunyuan Purple Qi, his face filled with shock and doubt.

In front of Wu Yong stood a nine-foot-tall silver-armored thunder general with a majestic figure and a heroic appearance. With one hand in front, he directly broke the old Taoist's Hunyuan Yiqi method.

Alchemy, it is definitely the third level of Alchemy combat power!
The other two mages of the Zhao family and the three Black Mountain families couldn't help but look at him sideways. Is there a third-level alchemy master hidden in the Wu family's camp?
It is not the third-level combat power manifested by the incense at the altar and the blessings of the rampant soldiers, but the Taoism of a Yin God himself. He is a true third-level Yin God!

"Oh, it turns out to be an old ghost who practiced Qigong in ancient times. His evil spirit is still alive, and he has embarked on the rampage with his evil spirit practice!" The second ancestor of the Zhao family nodded suddenly.

The four methods of immortality are Qi training, talisman method, external alchemy method and golden elixir method.

The method of practicing Qigong is the most difficult, oldest, and also the most powerful. When one is successful in practicing Qigong, there is no need to condense a golden elixir. One only needs to cultivate a breath of innate ancestral Qi internally and use Qi to control life.

After the intersection of Gang and Sha, Yin and Yang are harmonized, and the Yin Spirit can leave the body and travel around the nine provinces. The Yin Spirit is baptized by the essence of the sun and the moon outside the thirty-three heavens, and becomes mixed and substanceless, and then becomes the Yang Spirit that stays in the world.

The Yang Spirit is flawless and in harmony with the innate ancestral energy. After the fifth transformation, it can directly prove to be a celestial immortal. It is the "ancestral method" among the four methods of immortality.

How is it possible? How could a Yin Shen cultivator who could control the wind and distinguish the six qi suddenly appear in Dongzhou?
It turned out that he was an ancient cultivator who had given up his innate ancestral energy, carried on the practice of Yin Shen Dao, and became a general of the Five Thunders Army!
That makes sense.
The old Taoist felt relieved again.

Among the four methods of immortality, the external alchemy method is the weakest, while the golden elixir method and the talisman method are about equal.
There were only Yin Shen cultivators who had achieved success in Qi training. No one wanted to fight with them.

The five internal energies converge to form a breath of innate ancestral energy, and the six external energies are distinguished and used for one's own benefit. The spirit and the energy are combined, and the strength of the Dharma Protector and the etherealness of the immortal way are combined. Practicing Qi Dao can be said to be the dual cultivation of Dharma and body!
If there really was a Yin God hidden there, the Second Ancestor of the Zhao Clan would have turned and left. But if there was only a Yin God, and he had given up the Hundred Tribulations Yin Spirit of the Innate Ancestral Qi, then...
"Hehe! Is this the confidence that you, Wu Yong, have to act wildly in Danyang?"

"One Yin God and two battalions of rampant soldiers. Your Wu family ancestors must have felt sorry for you and your descendants. I wonder how many generations it took to cultivate such a foundation."

"If you commit atrocities in Dongjun, we will just turn a blind eye to it, but this is Danyang, my Zhao family's Danyang."

Danyang of the Zhao family?

Wu Yong couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

"Before today, it might be Zhao's Danyang, but after today, I, Wu Yong, guarantee it with my head."

"I will cut off one of your Dan Xiu and fight with my life. I may be able to take down your second Dan Xiu. Even if I, Wu Yong, die, it doesn't matter. It won't be a loss if I can bring down your dignified 'Danyang Zhao Clan'!"

Wu Yong was calm, opened his arms, turned around and shouted:
"The soldiers of the Second Battalion do not need to care about my life or death. Please kill another Dan Xiu of the Zhao family for my Wu family."

"It doesn't matter if I, Wu Yong, die. I still have a younger sister at home who is very talented and can inherit the Wu family's foundation. I will never let you lose your foundation for survival."

"I would like to ask Blood Lord and Thunder General to kill another barbarian from the Zhao family for me, so that I can realize my thoughts!"

"Since the Wu family was founded, we have never been bullied like this. How about the four alchemists? Today, I, Wu Yong, will join the game and break your four dragons circling the river."

"Come, come! Master Zhao, please let your horse come over here!"

Wu Yong extended his right palm and made a light move towards the second ancestor of the Zhao family. The 125 soldiers of the Thunder Camp became one, and their aura was locked on the old Taoist. A river of blood rolled up, and the Blood Lord brought with him the skeleton monsters and armored beasts to support him, determined to kill the old Taoist at all costs.

Wu Yong removed all protection. It didn't matter whether he had the Wan'ya Pot or the Huang Tian Dao Power. It made no difference whether they had it or not in front of the Dan Dao Master.

The main point is to throw away everything!

My Wu family has already fallen into decline, so I can only choose another one after I die. I will not hesitate to bring down your arrogant Zhao family even if it means my own death!

Seeing Wu Yong being so wise, the three Black Mountain cultivators couldn't help but breathe faster. If the only Zhao family in Danyang lost two Dan cultivators in one day, it would be unpredictable.
"Zhao Laogui, what are you waiting for? You are being bullied now. Are you going to become a coward?"

"Old Ghost Zhao, if I were you, I would be so ashamed if I didn't kill this brat!" The cultivators all started to get angry.

call out!
"You dare!"

The ancestor of the Zhao family suddenly became furious. He made a gesture with his right hand and immediately a giant palm of a hundred feet in size emerged from the clouds. With one palm, he knocked away the precious light that was shooting towards Wu Yong from the darkness.

This power was much stronger than that of the Second and Third Ancestors. With a wave of his hand, all the clouds in the sky fell down. With just one strike, the light of the unknown magic weapon dimmed and no one knew where it fell!
The people behind the scenes hoped that Wu Yong would die here so that the two battalions of soldiers could fight the Zhao family to the death.

He actually resorted to direct violence, intending to cause Wu Yong's death and escalate the situation.

"You little brat from the Wu family are really sharp-tongued. If you are not afraid of death, why did that skeleton and that blood river's energy lock onto you?"

"You should know that there are many people who want you dead, but now, at least I, Zhao, don't want you to die in Danyang!"

The ancestor of the Zhao family sneered. How could he not see through Wu Yong's bluffing?

But there was really no way he could gamble. His Zhao family was wealthy and powerful, so there was no need for him to risk his life with that poor guy!
"Today, I will not bully you."

"Give me back the third brother's golden elixir, and I guarantee that you can lead the people to leave Danyang safely."

The ancestor of the Zhao family stretched out his right palm and asked Wu Yong for the third brother's golden elixir.

If he was treated in time and spent decades recuperating, perhaps he could stabilize his alchemy skills.

The commander of the Thunder Camp curled his lips and chuckled:
"Gone!"

"I have been sleeping for a long time, and I took the old Taoist's golden elixir as a treat."

"Well, after all, you can't cut open my stomach and put the pill back together, hehe!"

General Lei held his stomach and grinned. This statement and this tone made the three alchemists of the Zhao family furious.

When the Zhao clan's ancestor's face became gloomy and he was about to attack, the cultivators in Danyang suddenly felt their hair stand on end, as if they were being stared at by some wild and ferocious beast.

The clouds that were originally high suddenly collapsed, like a huge wave, making people feel suffocated. Above the clouds was a giant green and red creature, walking on the clouds. Just the looming huge dragon body made everyone feel horrified.

"The real dragon of Penglai Taiyi?"

"Humph! It's the Sea Country dragon boat of that old black dragon from East County!"

A cold snort was heard. It was from the river patrol officer who had been watching from the sidelines on the Zhu River for a long time. He looked at the huge dragon boat of the Sea Kingdom that was hundreds of feet wide with an uncertain expression.

The green and red giant turned towards Danjiang, and like a real dragon, its body was winding, and it dived towards Zhujiang, violently stirring up a huge tide. The dragon head stretched out from the water and glanced at the riverside. The dragon roared, making everyone dizzy and unable to raise their magic power to only 60%.

"Old Jiao Ying, what do you mean by this?" The ancestor of the Zhao family frowned and shouted at the dragon on the river.

"What do you mean? You surrounded the eldest son of a noble family in Dongjun in public. Guess what I am here for?" A stern shout came from the dragon boat.

Ying Ji emerged from the light shield of the dragon head, and behind him was the old patriarch of the Wuhuo Zhou family, followed closely by the three old cultivators of the Wu family, nearly a hundred guards, and the high-ranking children of the two families. Behind them were the three hundred Taoist soldiers of the Dongzhou County Government, and the Qigong Taoists.
"We in Dongjun don't have the trouble you're waiting for. The Wu family's kid has been wronged, and as an elder, I have to take care of him no matter what!"

"What's the matter? The Wu family hasn't died yet, and you bastards from other counties also want to wipe out the family? I tell you, it's too early!"

Ying Ji played steadily from the start, and his main feature was his sweet words.

It seemed that he didn't know what happened in the incident and was still immersed in the outdated information that Wu Yong was strangled in the street. A heroic woman behind the dragon boat integrated the information from various spies, her face suddenly changed, and she quickly walked to Ying Ji's side and whispered something.

This made Ying Ji's face turn red immediately.

"Hahahahaha! Really?"

"You, the third son of the Zhao family, were raped by the brat of the Wu family?"

"Really? Is this really true?"

When Ying Ji suddenly heard the news, he couldn't stop laughing. It was really ridiculous that a dignified alchemy master was killed by a young boy who hadn't even formed a Gangsha.

After hearing about this development, he could no longer hold back. He had thought that the kid from the Wu family was being suppressed by several other families in an effort to extort money from him, but he had not expected that this kid would cause such a big trouble.

He actually brought two battalions of Mao Shen's soldiers and killed a Dan cultivator!
"So, Old Jiao Ying, are you going to support this brat?" The ancestor of the Zhao family said hatefully.

Not only the three mages of the Zhao family, the Black Mountain cultivators, the river patrol historian, and the Danyang county government were all on guard against this old dragon Ying.

The Ying family was passed down from Yujing, and they practiced the true spiritual Taoism - the Black Water True Method and the Mysterious Water Dragon Transformation Sutra. Every member of the Ying family who had achieved the state of a dragon could be said to be synonymous with combat power.

Especially Ying Ji! When he was young, he had average talent and was defeated in every battle. He was a notorious loser in the Dongzhou Dao Palace. When he reached middle age, he was like a completely different person after the third transformation into a dragon. His fighting power was incredibly strong, but he was very vengeful and had to chase down and beat up all his former opponents. That year, Ying Ji almost defeated half of Dongzhou!
He's strong, has a bad temper, and is a shady person. If he were to come to Danyang, I'm afraid he would mess up any plan!

Although the threat posed by the ancestor of the Zhao family was not very strong, the current situation made Ying Ji feel a bit trapped. He had already accepted the one million Daozhu, so if he wanted to help Wu Yong, there would be no problem at all.

But now that it involves Dan Xiu, and he has to force the three Zhao family mages to stand up for Wu Yong, it seems that the one million Dao Zhu is not enough.

You said to give in, but I have already launched the dragon boat. If I can't protect Wu Yong, how can I put my face aside?
Seeing Ying Laojiao's hesitation, the head of the Zhou family in the back had a gleam in his cloudy eyes and sneered:
"With your foul-mouthed habit of entering the arena, look at the faces of those three old guys who are so angry at you that they are turning blue. You have already offended the Zhao family, why are you still hesitating?"

"Old Jiao, you still don't have enough courage!"

"Just stand with the little guy from the Wu family. What can he do? Danyang is richer in rivers, has a larger population, and is closer to the sea. How can it compare with our Dongjun? Old Jiao, touch him!"

The Zhou family's ancestor was also a person who loved to stir up trouble, and he was hoping that Ying Ji would go up and fight with them right now.

The words "adding fuel to the flames" were almost clearly written on her face, causing Ying Ji's eldest daughter, Ying Bailu, to roll her eyes.

It is said that this old man has a black heart. Since he could not defeat Ying Ji in Dongjun, he instigated Ying Ji to make enemies everywhere outside.

Having said that, the three families in Dongjun were on the same side most of the time. Although they had some calculations on a daily basis, they were restrained and did not cause any trouble like the Heishan in Danyang.

Ying Bailu actually supported Ying Ji in protecting the second son of the Wu family. Her beautiful eyes could not stop looking at Wu Yong and the others. She was also curious about how he managed to defeat the alchemist of the Zhao family.

(End of this chapter)