Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

In the spiritual wood army formation, there are numerous prohibitions that reflect each other, layer upon layer of spiritual wood aura spreads, and in the rich vitality, there is a ruthless sense of killing of time.

"White Lotus descends to the world, what kind of magical power is this? Could it be the profound Taoist technique passed down by the Tian family?"

Fang Qingyuan's move shocked the five Yuanyings on the opposite side. Among them, Shui Beifeng even transmitted a message to Chai Guan to calculate Fang Qingyuan's combat power.

Chai Guan was also curious. The white lotus images released by Fang Qingyuan contained mysterious fire calamity magical powers, which was inconsistent with Fang Qingyuan's previous information.

But it has only been a few years since Fang Qingyuan went to Qiyun. Chai Guan doesn't believe that Fang Qingyuan, a newly formed infant, has such strong combat power. If he hadn't been concerned about the Tian family and Qiyun, Chai Guan wouldn't have given Fang Qingyuan so much face.

Chai Guan secretly sent a message to Shui Beifeng, telling him not to worry about Chai Ping, as Chai Ping was the most talented and rising star in the Lingmu Alliance in the past thousand years.

His aptitude is better than that of a natural spiritual root, and he is also a variant of the innate spiritual wood body. Ever since the discovery of Chai Ping's aptitude, the Lingmu League has been cultivating him in secret and refused to show it to anyone until his golden elixir was perfected, and then he was connected to Baishan, thus breaking through in one fell swoop.

Compared to Fang Qingyuan's ups and downs, Chai Ping's years of hard work have been smooth sailing.

However, this also led to Chai Ping's personality being somewhat imperfect. He often kept silent and let Chai Guan make the decisions on everything.

After the two parties exchanged views and each expressed their own interpretation of the true meaning of the great Dao, it was time to get down to business.

"Friend Fang, our two families had their own difficulties in the past. It would be a mess to argue about it now. You were a Baishan person before, and you are also in Baishan territory now. How about we just solve it the Baishan way?"

Fang Qingyuan looked at the image of Chai Guan in the Lingmu Army formation, speaking to him in a voice that could be heard by the whole audience. The spectators around him all had excited and expectant looks on their faces. He knew that he could not lose face.

The rule in Baishan is that reason is not as effective as fists. When everyone has their own reason, you have no choice but to use fists.

Everyone agreed to have a fight, whoever wins is right, and if you are still not convinced, then just keep fighting.

Small fights, large fights, life-and-death fights, and then to mobilizing troops for a decisive battle and attack, these are the four levels of intensity of the Baishan people's handling methods.

Chai Guan wanted to use a win or loss to decide what happened that year. If Fang Qingyuan lost, he would naturally be too embarrassed to stay here. If Lingmu lost, he would still have to do as Fang Qingyuan said before.

Fang Qingyuan was very happy with Chai Guan's suggestion. Among the five people on the opposite side, only Chai Guan was able to fight somewhat. He felt that the other four were no match for him.

Old Man Shui is old, and his condition has declined a lot from his peak in the past. Moreover, the information he has given to the outside world over the years shows that he is not a Nascent Soul cultivator who is good at fighting.

The other two, Tu Pan and Jin Bing, were decent fighters, and Fang Qingyuan had seen them before. However, they were two levels lower than Nie Xinyuan from the Baishan Sword Sect.

As for the newly promoted Nascent Soul Chai Ping, Fang Qingyuan was not very clear about his confidence, but Fang Qingyuan believed in his own abilities even more.

"Okay, then let's do as Daoist Chai said. Let's have a fight. Daoist Chai, who are you going to send to fight?"

Fang Qingyuan's loud voice spread throughout the area, and many Baishan cultivators cheered. This was a battle between Nascent Soul cultivators, and such a scene had not been seen in Baishan for many years.

In the distance, more monks from Baishan were rushing over here. Bomu City of Lingmu League was a prosperous place with tens of thousands of monks living inside and outside the city. Each of these monks had relatives and friends. The news spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and instantly spread in a fission manner in Baishan.

Waves of worshipful faith power continuously surged towards Fang Qingyuan's position. These were the powers of faith generated by the cultivators themselves. Compared to those of mortals, this kind of faith power was worth a hundred times as much.

The power of faith was an unexpected product produced at this time. Based on the principle of not wasting, Fang Qingyuan put it into the Immortal Palace and fed it to the six statues.

This action made Old Man Shui frown. As the most senior Yuanying in the Five Elements Alliance, he has always been opposed to the power of faith.

He could sense what Fang Qingyuan was doing. This kind of behavior was not uncommon in Baishan.

Previously, Gao Lang from the Lihuo League insisted on practicing martial arts in the mountains, and fell out with the other people. Therefore, when Gao Lang was killed, Shui Beifeng and the others didn't take it too seriously.

On Baishan Mountain, there are roughly two types of cultivators. One type practices the traditional Five Elements and swordsmanship; the other type practices esoteric Buddhist techniques. In the deepest part of Baishan Mountain, there are even darker things.

Old Man Shui stopped thinking about what was happening deep in the mountain. It was dangerous to even think about such things.

At this time, Chai Guan continued:

"You are a newly promoted Nascent Soul. We are old guys who have reached Nascent Soul for hundreds or thousands of years, so it is not appropriate for us to fight in person. Let Chai Ping fight. He reached Nascent Soul no more than 30 years earlier than you. You two are at a similar level, so it is a good opportunity for you to spar with each other."

Sure enough, Fang Qingyuan was not surprised that the other party sent Chai Ping. Chai Ping was a Nascent Soul cultivator who had only appeared in Baishan in the last few hundred years. In terms of talent, he was indeed much stronger than himself.

If I didn't have the support of the Immortal Palace, I wouldn't even be qualified to stand in front of Chai Ping. But now, I want to defeat you with my own hands.

"That's great. I'm here to learn from you, Taoist Chai Ping."

Fang Qingyuan stood in mid-air and took a few steps forward. In the Lingmu Army formation, Chai Guan gave Chai Ping a look, and Chai Ping flew out of the formation and came to a place less than three miles in front of Fang Qingyuan.

"Chai Ping is here to learn from you, fellow Taoist, please come in!"

After the false courtesy, with the sound of three cannon shots fired by the Lingmu Army, Chai Ping's eyes became indifferent.

'Firefly Cage - Swallow the Sky!'

A pitch-black sky curtain was released from Chai Ping's body, and in a blink of an eye it covered the area within a radius of five miles.

This is the magical power that Chai Ping comprehended from his own life. Combined with his Dao domain, the maximum range can reach about ten miles.

This kind of distance can only be reached by cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, so Chai Ping can be considered to be gifted.

'Dissolve-Hunyuantian!'

After Chai Ping expanded his domain to cover Fang Qingyuan, he suddenly activated the second level of change.

In the dark sky, you can't see your hand in front of you. When you release your spiritual consciousness, it is blocked and pulled back by layers of obstacles. You can't tell east from west, south from north, as if you are in the deepest black abyss.

Fang Qingyuan was not panicked by this change. He even had the mood to appreciate Chai Ping's Dao realm and try to analyze the magical powers and Dao meaning contained in this realm.

This is the most fundamental magical power and Taoist wisdom of a Nascent Soul cultivator, and the most unreserved way of displaying it. Of course, the prerequisite for research is not to be killed in this kind of display.

With the support of the infinite avenue of deduction, Fang Qingyuan can really see something from Chai Ping's current field.

Chai Ping’s main strategy should be to seal the opponent. Instantaneous damage is not enough, so he can only seal the opponent first and then use slow grinding to eliminate the opponent.

Chai Guan, on the other hand, follows the traditional way of the wood spirit. He is able to fight and resist, and his lethality is not weak either.

Fang Qingyuan continued to divide his soul into smaller parts, until it was finally divided into eighteen thousand strands. He released each strand like the tentacles of a whipworm, probing Chai Ping's territory.

It's a pity that he hasn't practiced the soul skills at the Nascent Soul level yet, and he still lacks a lot in terms of splitting his soul into billions of strands.

Among Nascent Soul cultivators, one of the criteria for judging a cultivator's combat power is to see how finely the opponent's soul can be divided.

One hundred thousand strands, one million strands, even tens of millions strands, hundreds of millions strands, and this number continues to rise with the cultivator's realm.

Of course, to reach the point where there are billions of strands and one thought is one world, this may only be something that a true immortal can do.

In the early stage of the Nascent Soul, it is good enough to reach the upper limit of 30,000 strands, while for cultivators in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, 100,000 strands is the standard.

Back then, when the Lord of Tiandi Peak fought against Yuanhou Awakening Lion in the air, he could easily split his own soul into millions of strands. This was the ceiling of this world.

Fang Qingyuan has only split 18,000 strands so far, and this is his harvest from the heavenly tribulation, plus his accumulation in the soul path during the previous Jindan period.

Fang Qingyuan guessed that the number of times Chai Ping's soul was split was less than ten thousand.

Eighteen thousand strands of spiritual souls spread over a one-mile radius around Fang Qingyuan, and each strand could detect something insignificant and bring it back. As time went by, these strands of spiritual souls slowly pieced together a simple avenue domain.

In the outside world, the other four Nascent Soul cultivators watched Chai Ping take action and take Fang Qingyuan's unresponsive expression into their own magical powers, all of them with a smile on their faces.

No matter what, they still hoped that Chai Ping could perform better, so that even if he lost later, he wouldn't look so embarrassed.

Different from the perspective of the Nascent Soul cultivators, many spectators in the Spirit Wood Array and the surrounding areas all cheered loudly. In their opinion, this was a manifestation of Chai Ping's divine power.

In the dark sky, Chai Ping's expression was indifferent, but after a few breaths he found that even though he had brought Fang Qingyuan into his forbidden area, he could not do anything to the other party when he performed the second level of transformation.

There are three levels of changes in Chai Ping's Dao domain, namely sealing, melting and digestion.

But if it can't be dissolved at this moment, how can we implement the next level of change?

When the dissolving force in his own domain tried to wrap Fang Qingyuan's whole body, Fang Qingyuan's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot, then appeared at the slowest place in his own domain. This insight into the domain surprised Chai Ping.

How did he do it? Although his own domain cannot be called natural and perfect, but how can you, a cultivator who has only entered the Nascent Soul realm for more than a year, act so relaxed, as if you are facing an experienced late Nascent Soul cultivator.

In response to this, Chai Ping's eyes flashed with ferocity. He no longer cared about Chai Guan's words. He began to mobilize his own phantom and then suddenly added it to his own avenue realm.

A 'boom' sound echoed in everyone's heart, and the shadow of a towering black-winged purple-petaled carnivorous plant appeared, then opened its huge cage mouth and swallowed the entire sky in one gulp.

Suddenly, the world became bright again, and the original Fang Qingyuan had already entered the belly of the black-winged purple-petaled carnivorous plant.

'Double superposition sealing technique!'

At this moment, when Chai Ping's natal shadow appeared, Fang Qingyuan also felt something was wrong. The sealing force formed by the double magical powers disrupted Fang Qingyuan's leisurely stroll.

The information collected by the 18,000 spiritual wisps could not keep up with this change, so Fang Qingyuan's keen intuition, which had always enabled him to find the moment when the operation of this area was weak, now seemed as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

Fang Qingyuan sighed inwardly, it was too much of a stretch for 18,000 souls to do all this. If there were 100,000 or 80,000 souls, a mere two changes wouldn't be a big deal, he could also fully understand it.

Since the calculation method is useless, I will use the traditional method to solve it. It’s a pity that I still want to create an image of being smart and intelligent.

Then Fang Qingyuan's hand flashed, and a three-foot-long splitting blade appeared in his hand.

Then Fang Qingyuan raised his other hand, facing the deep darkness ahead, and uttered a voice like thunder:

"Thunder comes!"

A bright and blazing lightning flashed in Fang Qingyuan's palm, and the huge thunder jumped, shattering the darkness ahead.

In this light, Fang Qingyuan's face was completely blocked, and others could not see his expression, but Fang Qingyuan knew that he was smiling.

This is one of the three magical powers that Fang Qingyuan obtained, the various types of thunder magic!

This magical power is the result of Fang Qingyuan's enlightenment when he was going through the Nine-Colored Chaos Thunder Tribulation. The true meaning of thunder carried by those heavenly tribulations was all absorbed by him. Now, after being digested, they have all become Fang Qingyuan's own magical power.

This supernatural power can summon all kinds of thunder magic in the world. Ordinary thunder magic can be summoned by just moving the mind and raising the hand.

Only special thunder methods require corresponding hand gestures and formulas, while the highest level of thunder methods requires even more preparation.

But at the moment, it was just a matter of splitting the forbidden sky, and there was no need for those famous thunder methods to appear. A "Shejing Four Seasons Spring Equinox Thunder" would be enough to break the dark area where Fang Qingyuan had found a flaw.

In the outside world, when Fang Qingyuan used the thunder method, everyone could clearly see that a ball of light exploded from the body of the huge black-winged purple-petaled carnivorous plant.

But this light could only make the flower tremble a few times, and then everything returned to normal.

Seeing this scene, everyone cheered again. In their eyes, Fang Qingyuan tried but failed.

Old Man Shui and Chai Guan also laughed. Fang Qingyuan was still too young and was a little too confident just now.

Everyone was cheering, except Chai Ping, who felt something was wrong. His domain was being rapidly decomposed.

After the first flash of light, there were continuous explosions.

For a moment, thunder rumbled and struck everyone's heart, which made people wonder whether Fang Qingyuan's magic power could support such intense consumption?

Fang Qingyuan didn't know what the outside world thought. At the moment, he was exploding with great force. The thunder stimulated by the true seed of supernatural power was incomparable to the thunder formed by his own magic power. The amount of mana consumed by the two was completely incomparable.

With the transformation of the magical power, the consumption of thunder magic is less than one tenth of the original, and with Fang Qingyuan's current total mana, he can still explode thousands of thunders.

This does not include the restoration of support from the Immortal Palace. If it were included, the number would be in the tens of thousands.

However, Fang Qingyuan did not let Chai Ping wait too long. After using the divine thunder to clear a path, he came to the belly of the black-winged purple-petaled carnivorous plant, then raised the splitting blade in his hand and stabbed it in fiercely.