The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

The boundary between Bayin Mountain and Jiuyin Mountain.

The mountain of Qingshan overlooks all sides.

Wooden tables and stone chairs, the fragrance of tea is flying.

I saw a young man in white, sitting here, pushing two teacups forward.

Above the clouds and in the flying boat, there were two rays of light that fell instantly and turned into two people.

The person on the right looks like a middle-aged man, with an extraordinary bearing, a majestic look between his brows, and cold, slightly apprehensive eyes.

And the person on the left, sluggish and twilight, panting unsteadily, as if taking a single step took all his strength, as if he was dying.

But Zhuang Ming looked at the old man with a more serious gaze.

Sure enough, as he expected, the peak Zhenxuan in Ziyan Temple also came.

However, after all, Ziyan Temple is an orthodox Taoist school, and it did not act recklessly, and directly started this fight. It seems that Zhuang Ming made tea here and treated each other with courtesy, so the two did not rush to fight, but stopped. down.

The master Ziyan looked at the old man.

Panting, the old man propped up the wooden table, his movements were stiff, and he sat down slowly.

Seeing him sitting down, Ziyan Guan took a step forward and sat opposite Zhuang Ming.

He saluted slightly, picked up the teacup, took a sip, then put it down immediately, with a calm expression and a free and easy manner, appearing upright and polite.

Zhuang Ming was on the opposite side, looking at the two Taoists with a smile on his face.

The wooden table is no more than three feet wide.

The distance between the two sides was no more than three feet.

Sitting close to each other.

The surface is calm, but there are still turbulent undercurrents.

Suddenly, it seemed that there was a wind blowing.

The surrounding flowers and trees swayed gently, and then returned to calm.

But the vitality of these flowers, plants and trees has been wiped out by this invisible power.

Although it seems at this moment, it is still lush and green.

But then, it will gradually wither.

"The master's murderous intent is unavoidably heavy."

Zhuang Ming's expression remained the same, he added some tea, and said with a smile: "Cultivators, when the wind is light and the clouds are calm, you are so murderous and dry, why don't you drink more tea to relieve your anger?"

Master Ziyan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Fellow Daoist Taixu, why don't you give me an explanation for what happened today?"

Zhuang Ming pondered slightly, and said: "What I said before, the Taoist friend in the Ziyan Temple must have passed it on to the temple master, and it is the same now. Back then, to kill the wolf king, he offered ten thousand bottles of spiritual spring, since the wolf king died Afterwards, the Fox Clan was no longer in crisis. For twenty years, the weather was calm, but it was considered as the protection of Ziyan Temple, so every year, the Spirit Spring made offerings, and today, the Fox Clan has the power to protect itself, so everything should be as it should be. That's it."

A cold look flashed in the eyes of the master of Ziyan Temple, his tone was slightly lowered, and he said: "When you asked to go to Ziyan Temple back then, it was quite different from what you said today."

Hearing this, Zhuang Ming shook his head and said, "Could it be that how many years did I promise back then? As far as I remember, there seemed to be no exact number of years at the beginning. If so, there was no long-term promise. Now the fox clan has the power to protect itself. If the spring belongs to it, it should be returned to the fox family."

The master Ziyan said coldly: "You are a smart person, you should know that such a spiritual spring can be used for a long time, it is inexhaustible, it is like a treasure, and it is an inseparable background for any party, including me, Ziyan. Yanguan is the same."

Zhuang Ming paused for a moment, and said, "But for the fox family, and even for me, this spiritual spring is the same, and it's hard to give up."

Master Ziyan fell silent for a while, before saying: "It really is you."

Zhuang Ming chuckled and said: "Be reasonable in everything. Back then, Ziyan Temple only used a top-notch Zhenxuan. Ten thousand bottles of Lingquan, plus the seven thousand bottles in the past twenty years, made a lot of money. But want to Once and for all, enslaving the fox clan like this for a long time and occupying this spiritual spring is somewhat unreasonable."

The master Ziyan has not yet opened his mouth.

But the drowsy old man coughed.

Master Ziyan fell silent immediately, looking at the old man.

Zhuang Ming also set his eyes on the old man.

The old man didn't open his mouth immediately, his mouth seemed parched, he raised his glass and took a sip to moisten his throat before he let out a breath.

Zhuang Ming said at this time: "What's your opinion, senior?"

The old man's voice was weak, and he said slowly: "The matter of our sect should be decided by the head teacher, but since the old man is here, I do have something to say."

Zhuang Ming nodded slightly, and said: "Senior has something to say, but please be frank, it is best to be reasonable today and not to fight."

The old man said plainly: "Back then, when you asked to go to Ziyan Temple, you should know that all the spiritual springs belong to Ziyan Temple. Now that you turn your back on it, you should also know what will happen."

Zhuang Ming paused, and said, "What's the end?"

The old man said leisurely: "Back then, you couldn't even deal with that wolf king, so you went to the Ziyan Temple, which shows that your cultivation level is not high. Now you say that the fox clan has the power to protect itself, so this The power of self-preservation lies with the fox clan, or with you?"

Zhuang Ming replied: "Since I have come forward to protect the Fox Clan, this ability is naturally mine."

The old man nodded slightly, and immediately his eyes lit up.

In an instant, a gust of wind blew up and swept across thousands of miles.

The aura of Peak Zhenxuan burst out suddenly, and it was extremely powerful.

This is the most powerful mana in the world!

Zhenxuan's last realm!

And Ziyan Temple is one of the top inheritances in the world!

With the inheritance of Ziyan Temple, although he is old, he is still slightly stronger than the Zhenxuan Jiuyin great monks from all over the world.

In an instant, the wooden table collapsed and turned into ashes.

Within a short distance, the murderous intention is ready.

"If the fox clan has the power to protect themselves, then this matter will be over."

"But from the old man's point of view, you still can't keep the Fox Clan!"

"Back then you couldn't even kill a demon wolf, how many catties do you have today?"

The old man's aura erupted, and within a thousand miles, it was like a mountain pressing down, and it froze to the extreme.

The master of Ziyan took a deep breath, as if he was deep in a quagmire, it was even difficult to move.

The old man looked at Zhuang Ming and said, "If you die today, the Fox Clan will still be under the protection of my Purple Mist Temple!"

Before the voice fell, he pointed to a sword and stabbed at Zhuang Ming's forehead.

The sword glow at the fingertips is extremely sharp, as if piercing through the void.

Within these three feet, Dingfeng Zhenxuan suddenly launched an attack. He believed that with his own attainments, no practitioner in the world could escape this sword!

In the next moment, his sword finger pierced Zhuang Ming's head.

Then Zhuang Ming's entire body disappeared, turning into nothingness.

A look of astonishment appeared on the old man's face.

The master Ziyan was even more amazed to the extreme.

This person was easily assassinated by the master's sword finger?

He is not as powerful as expected, just a bluff?

"It's supposed to be calm and reasonable, why are you so impatient?"

However, at this moment, Zhuang Ming's voice resounded leisurely, appearing behind the two of them.

The old man's complexion changed suddenly, he turned around suddenly, and stabbed with another sword finger.

Boom!

This sword finger seemed to be piercing an invisible shield, but it couldn't penetrate it!

Behind the two of them, at a distance of three feet, Zhuang Ming was dressed in white, with a cold expression on his face. His right hand burst out with mana, blocking the old man's sword finger, and when he reached out with his left hand, he poured all his strength towards Ziyan Temple Master. go.

The Master Ziyan of the Eight Seals of the True Mystery is also one of the strongest in the world.

But in this instant, Zhuang Ming's left hand power shrouded him inside!

Detain God!

In a class of its own!

This is his way of detaining Dao Jindan!

Now, with his cultivation base, he is used to imprison a great cultivator with the Eight Seals of Zhenxuan.

And his right hand pointed together to form a sword, and swiped across.

The Xuhong Sword Art suddenly came out!

In an instant, the old man retreated in shock.

"Senior, take my sword again!"

Zhuang Ming's expression was indifferent, his left hand was still holding on the master of Ziyan, and he let the opponent's mana burst out, but he was still very calm and did not move a bit.

And the sword finger of his right hand, in an instant, swayed the sword light, and defeated a peak Zhenxuan.

His eyes were cold, and he watched the old man with the True Xuan Nine Seals keep retreating under his sword light, and his breath gradually became weak.

In the eyes of the old man, there was extreme panic.

And in Zhuang Ming's eyes, a look of surprise and uncertainty gradually appeared.

This old man with the True Profound Nine Seals gave him a great surprise.

This peak Zhenxuan...isn't it too weak?