Taiping Dao, the strongest...
Lin Li and others, as well as these Taiping Dao cultivators, were all stunned, and then they almost simultaneously thought of the same possibility. Their thoughts were logical - in this era, the one who practiced Taiping Yaoshu to the strongest realm was undoubtedly the person behind these evil Dao cultivators.
The Taiping Daoist almost subconsciously said: "Have you ever seen our Dao Master with your own eyes?!!"
Lin Li and He Yangwen's vigilance in their hearts almost instantly reached the highest level.
But they saw the museum owner shook his head and said:
"Dao Master? He is not worthy."
Lin Li's expression froze slightly.
As if he fell into silence.
But in her heart, waves had already been set off, recalling the museum owner's natural and firm answer, which was almost a matter of course.
He is not worthy...
That was a tone of voice that did not need to be doubted at all.
As if saying how could the stars be as calm and confident as the sun.
Who is he... Lin Li whispered silently, and the Taiping Daoist monk was stunned for a moment, then he was furious, as if he wanted to resist, and angrily said:
"What did you say?"
Wei Yuan pressed the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger without changing his expression. Generally speaking, he would mobilize the magic power of the brocade bird when using guns, so that his eyes would have the accuracy of an eagle, but this time it didn't work. At such a close distance, plus the strength of the cultivator, there was no need to worry about not being able to hold the gun down.
Even if it was him, there was no possibility of missing the target.
The Taoist's shoulder and thigh burst into blood, groaned in pain, fell to the ground, and his face turned pale instantly.
Soldiers transformed by talismans surrounded and killed them. Wei Yuan held the eight-sided Han sword in his hands with both hands, and slashed hard and horizontally. These were not Yellow Turban warriors at all, but ordinary beans that turned into soldiers. Taoist magic was defeated like a dead tree in the face of Wei Yuan's swordsmanship.
As for the two yellow-turbaned warriors, after losing their masters, their remaining spirituality began to dissipate, and finally turned into smoke and disappeared, leaving only two talisman beans that had lost their special properties and dispersed with the wind. Wei Yuan felt a little regretful, and then he collected his mind.
He raised his hand and cut off the eight-sided Han sword in his hand.
There was a faint blue in the depths of his pupils.
His speed and strength were blessed by the Jinyu bird's demonic power. In just a dozen rounds, he captured several Taiping Taoists who were distracted by the fighting spirit one by one, and then he broke the connection with the Jinyu bird's demonic power and quickly calmed his turbulent internal breath with his own Taoism. Although he could borrow the demonic power, it had its limitations.
He could not use it for too long, nor could he use the demonic power level that exceeded his limit.
Otherwise, there was a certain probability that he would be backfired by the demonic power and undergo a demonic transformation.
Feathers would grow from the center of his eyebrows, and his pupils would turn blue, like a demon.
Just as Wei Yuan was taking a breath, he suddenly felt a sudden shock in his heart, and his hair stood on end.
Suddenly——
A gust of wind suddenly rose up. This sudden storm covered a wide area, directly covering everyone around, and even farther away. The sky and the earth were dark, and Wei Yuan's face changed slightly. The eight-sided Han sword in his hand whistled and nailed into the ground to stabilize his movements.
In his mind, a secret magical power of Taiping Taoism appeared, flying sand and running stones, which was ranked among the Tiangang Method. The person who performed such a magical power was obviously from Taiping Taoism, and his cultivation was not low——
Under the raging wind that was comparable to a tornado, everyone was not free.
Each of them looked for ways to stabilize their bodies and avoid the wind.
A black shadow came from a distance. It was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a pale face and obviously injured. At this moment, his movements were still swift and he arrived here in an instant.
With the help of the strong wind, he directly summoned the metal box that blocked Zhang Jiao's nine-section staff, held it in his hand, and immediately ignored the Taiping Dao disciples around him, controlled the strong wind, and ran away in an instant.
Wei Yuan's face was solemn. It seemed that the Taiping Dao had gained an advantage at all costs in the battlefield where the elders of both sides fought. He noticed that the Taoist's breath was unstable. Under the surprised gaze of everyone, he drew out the eight-sided Han sword. The opening of the buttoned clothes was blown open, the hem was flying, and the sword box and the piano box behind him hummed faintly.
Immediately, his pupils turned pale blue and suddenly slashed vertically.
The storm suddenly dispersed when it ran towards Wei Yuan.
Only the hem of the clothes was violently backward.
He leaned forward slightly and crouched, taking this opportunity to quickly approach, and at this moment, an illusory figure suddenly appeared on the narrow road ahead. Unlike the previous Yellow Turban Warrior, this figure was wearing some old and broken armor and looked embarrassed.
But he also had a yellow scarf on his forehead and arms. He had a hideous wound on his body and many arrows stuck in his body, but he still stood firmly in front of Wei Yuan. He swung his weapon, his eyes were red, and he shouted angrily:
"Stop with me!!!"
With a roar, the murderous atmosphere of the battlefield was instantly thick and rushed towards him.
He Yangwen's face was pale.
His heart was beating wildly.
The five thunder energy he had accumulated was actually dispersed by this roar.
Wei Yuan had read a lot of classics and knew that this was probably the remnant of the soul, similar to the existence of obsession, but not a ghost.
Ghosts are obsessions that never die, and this kind of obsession is that they have died calmly without regrets, but the obsession at that time was strong enough and hot enough to stay in this world, without self-will, and only knew to complete the goals left in the obsession.
This is Guangzong, where the Yellow Turban Army once fought a great battle.
But I didn't expect that the Taiping Dao monks had such means.
Wei Yuan saw that the Taoist priest who was leaving with part of the nine-section staff was getting farther and farther away. With a flick of his sword, a piece of the sleeve of a Taiping Dao priest next to him was torn off. Wei Yuan tied the piece of yellow cloth on his head, and then just ran forward with his head down.
? ? !
Lin Li and the other two were stunned and felt absurd.
This is the obsession of the fighting spirit, and it was affected by the Taoist magic to revive and block the way.
It's so easy to fool it...
Wei Yuan, wearing a yellow headscarf, directly passed by the remnant soul of the yellow turban warrior with murderous aura. When he ran over, the yellow turban soldier who looked extremely tragic swung his left hand violently, which made Wei Yuan's heart jump, but the former only grabbed the yellow turban on his head and did not hurt him.
Everyone saw Wei Yuan stepping on the Yu step to avoid the remnant soul of the yellow turban soldier, which was regarded as a backup by the Taiping Dao.
Then he stepped straight into the wind, holding the long sword in his hand diagonally, and rushed forward without even looking back.
Lin Li, He Yangwen, and Zhao Jianbai were all in a stagnation.
Is this okay? !
Zhao Jianbai, who was over 30 years old, calm and stern, was stunned, and then he also tore a yellow scarf from the Taoist Taiping, tied it around his forehead, and then pinched the Taoist formula with his hands, holding his breath, and walked over carefully. However, when he was within seven steps, the yellow scarf fighting spirit suddenly had a murderous look in his eyes.
Zhao Jianbai's face changed, and his heart was chilled.
He almost instinctively rolled back and retreated, but at this moment the knife had already chopped down heavily.
It was as if the ancient battlefield had returned to the earth.
Just a single slash of the sword, which contained the murderous determination that only those who had experienced the cruel battle formation could understand, hit Zhao Jianbai's soul hard, making him pale, and his palms trembled uncontrollably because of instinct, unable to stabilize his mind.
If he had reacted a little slower, he might even have been killed on the spot.
He came back to his senses after a few breaths, his face was pale, and he was afraid. Then he was puzzled. Why did the museum owner work with the same method, but he couldn't, and he almost died under the sword of the fighting spirit...
The Yellow Turban Army, who looked honest and had a tragic body, stood solemnly with his hands on the sword.
The solemn aura seemed to be as if there were thousands of troops, and it was extremely resolute and would not allow anyone to pass.
...
The Jinyu Bird's demon power can naturally control the wind.
With the blessing of such wind-attributed demon power, Wei Yuan's speed continued to rise.
The middle-aged Taoist had been injured before. Although he managed to seize the opportunity at all costs, the Taoist magic of the Zhengyi sect was not so easy to handle. His foundation was damaged, and he was caught up by Wei Yuan in a moment. The Taoist's face was almost pale. He gritted his teeth and cast the bean-casting soldiers again.
Intent on stopping Wei Yuan.
But the soldiers who appeared this time were filled with a chilling yin aura.
They did not look like the orthodox Taoist sect, but seemed to be made by the sacrifice of living souls, with a bit of the coldness of the evil magic of the left way.
The Taoist's breath also dropped instantly. He kept moving his hands, opened the metal box in his hand, took out the nine-section staff, and then took out another object from a long box behind him. It was another part of the nine-section staff. The Taoist's pale face showed a hint of crimson.
Wei Yuan held the sword and killed the ghost soldiers.
These inferior ghost soldiers were no match for him.
But even if it was only cultivated by the unorthodox way of the side door, it also possessed the most basic characteristics of this Taoist magic, using more to fight fewer, even if the cultivation of a single person was not enough, but the number was too large, and when Wei Yuan quickly approached the Taoist, the Taoist had already brought the two sections of the nine-section staff closer.
Wei Yuan finally understood the Taiping Dao's plan.
They were not stupid, they had seen through the plan of the Zhengyi Dao to catch the cicada while the oriole was waiting behind, and knew that this was a trap, but they still jumped in resolutely, and even stopped the Taoist elders at all costs, and tried to force the bait to be eaten.
Then, when dealing with the Taoist elders, they also seized a chance at all costs.
Wei Yuan originally had doubts in his heart. Even if the Taiping Dao took away the Taoist's part of the nine-section staff at all costs, the Taoist elders would arrive soon. By then, wouldn't the middle-aged Taoist who had lost his trump card and was seriously injured be dead?
At present, it seems that this Taoist of Taiping Dao brought the other part of the Nine-section Staff directly.
This kind of spiritual treasure can heal itself and naturally restore to a complete state.
When the time comes, with the complete Nine-section Staff in hand, it will be like a disciple of Tianshi Dao holding the male and female dragon and tiger swords, and like a disciple of Shenxiao Sect holding the Shenxiao Jade Book. There is a high enough possibility to break out of the siege and take this treasure to a safe place. As for the lost talisman beans, compared with the Nine-section Staff, it is not worth mentioning at all.
One is a mantis catching a cicada, while the oriole is behind.
The other is repairing the plank road in the open, crossing Chencang in secret, and fighting a desperate battle.
They are all old foxes...
However, it seems that Zhengyi Dao still underestimated the determination of Taiping Dao to get the Nine-section Staff.
But just when Wei Yuan had this thought, the red color on the face of the middle-aged Taoist faded, and the two sections of the nine-section staff in his hand could not heal at all. The Taoist looked at the nine-section staff taken from Weiming Sect, his face was ashen, and suddenly he shouted angrily, and smashed the nine-section staff heavily on the ground.
The nine-section staff that had been transported all the way suddenly broke into powder.
Wei Yuan was slightly stunned, and then reacted.
Is it fake? ! !
But it was still real when it was transported to Weiming Sect... Was it swapped when going down the mountain, or when getting off the high-speed train? The metal box was not to cover up the breath, but to prevent it from being seen as fake?
Wei Yuan opened his mouth, and was a little speechless.
So, the old Taoists of Zhengyi had long seen the middle-aged Taoist's last stand, so they simply replaced the prince with a cat? No... It was a wolf with nothing.
Taiping Dao risked its capital, but got a fake.
Wei Yuan felt that if it were him, he would have wanted to kill someone right now...
He thought of those kind and polite old Taoist priests and whispered with emotion.
They are all vixens.
However, since the other half of the nine-section staff was also there, Wei Yuan did not intend to let it go. He collected his mind, swung the sword in his hand, stepped forward, and condensed his aura, defeating the ghost soldiers one by one. The middle-aged Taoist priest had already lost his essence before, and he was forced to perform the bean-making soldiers. His aura was extremely weak, and his eyes were dead.
Seeing the broken nine-section staff, he suddenly laughed crazily.
"Good, good..."
"Good plan!"
"I was fooled today, but at least I took your young disciples with me on the road."
He raised his hand and suddenly took out an ancient yellow talisman.
There were crooked lines on it.
It seemed that there was a very deep thundering sound rumbling.
This is an ancient talisman.
Wei Yuan looked at the talisman, startled, and then his pupils shrank slightly.
The drowsy feeling from before reappeared, and a picture flashed quickly before his eyes——
...
"This is the thunder talisman..."
The young Taoist smiled, but his face was no longer the excited and calm when he first came down the mountain. Instead, he had a kind of solemnity that others, even his brothers, could not understand. There were no dimples on his cheeks anymore, and he rarely smiled from the heart.
He couldn't laugh.
He pointed to the table.
"You draw it like me, Baiqi, Ayan, you take care of these junior brothers."
Among the many disciples adopted by the young Taoist, two young men stood up.
He had many disciples, very many, far more than his initial dream, but the reason he accepted disciples was no longer to pass on the Dharma, but because, if he didn't care, these people would starve to death somewhere, so he walked all the way, just wanting to save people, but more and more people followed him.
Among the many disciples, there was a pale, weak child who kept coughing.
Because of his weak body, the talisman he drew was also a little distorted. His face was red, and he wanted to rub the talisman, but the young Taoist stopped him. The child coughed and said:
"Great Sage, this talisman is not well drawn..."
The young Taoist laughed rarely, and he said: "No, it's well drawn. Some people say that talismans are a way to communicate with ghosts and gods, which is also true, but how can the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth understand the words of mortals? Besides, who did the first people imitate when they drew the talismans?"
"The so-called runes are the language of the heart. If you adhere to the red city, you can become a law."
He stretched out his hand and brushed over the talisman that was obviously ineffective.
Then the twisted lines lit up.
The young Taoist stretched out his hand and rubbed his head:
"The Tao has no fixed rules. You must remember that you should keep this talisman for protection..."
......
The scene passed by quickly and then quickly collapsed. Wei Yuan paused, his mind was in a trance, and he was almost injured by a ghost soldier. It was his body's instinct that raised his hand and defeated the ghost soldier with a sword, thus avoiding this disaster.
At this time, the middle-aged Taoist had already started to chant.
The spells of the ancient Taiping Dao are different from the talismans of the modern Tianshi Dao.
There are Taoist seals to match.
Thunders rose around, and a sizzling sound appeared in the air, bringing a panic-stricken feeling. At this moment, Lin Li and others, who were in a rather embarrassed state, hurried over. I don't know how they barely passed the blockade of the Yellow Turban Fighting Spirit.
As soon as he came over, he saw the ancient talisman that began to be activated, and his face suddenly changed.
Subconsciously retreating, He Yangwen of the Shenxiao Sect saw that Wei Yuan was still going forward, and subconsciously shouted:
"Come back!"
"This is not the modern Five Thunders Method, this is the ancient talisman used in the ancient battlefield!"
"Specially restraining the evil spirit of the military strategists, it will cover a large area, you can't avoid it!"
Seeing that the thunder almost turned into a ball, Wei Yuan stepped forward. He stretched out his hand, and when the middle-aged Taoist cursed, he used one hand to seal the other side of the yellow talisman with great skill and unfamiliarity.
The thunder aura suddenly tended to calm down.
The middle-aged Taoist looked up suddenly, in disbelief. After a breath of delay, he continued to seal quickly to detonate the magical power of the yellow talisman. Wei Yuan also sealed with the opposite Taiping Dao seal, and responded with a breath faster, suppressing the action of the talisman.
The middle-aged Taoist was originally struggling to survive.
At this moment, he gritted his teeth and simply spurted out his blood, wanting to use blood to activate the talisman.
Wei Yuan raised his hand to press against the yellow talisman.
He dipped his hand in the blood and added two more strokes.
The yellow talisman was completely quiet.
He raised his hand, and the yellow talisman slowly flew into his hand. Lin Li and the other two were stunned, and the middle-aged Taoist stepped back, looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief, watching his black clothes fluttering slightly, looking at the sword box and piano case behind him, his eyes widened.
He wanted to make another move, but because he forced the vitality to curse, his vitality quickly disappeared, blood flowed from his mouth, and he whispered in resentment.
"Why is there no effect..."
"Why!"
Wei Yuan put away the talisman and replied:
"This talisman..."
"I drew it."
The middle-aged Taoist's pupils shrank, and he saw the lines on the yellow talisman, some of which were twisted and some were strong, but strangely harmonious, as if they were the work of the same person in different periods, a young child and a strong young man, reconnected across thousands of years.
Zheng——
And in the Taoist's gradually dimming eyes, which were difficult to describe in words, he lost his vitality and died. The nine-section staff fell out of his hand and stuck in the ground. Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and did not immediately touch the nine-section staff in this situation. He turned his head and saw the three people who were in a daze behind him. He looked calm and said:
"Where will this nine-section staff be placed?"
The three people answered subconsciously: "It will be sent to the Tianshi Mansion after it is repaired in the capital."
Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, turned around, and put the sword in his hand back into the sword box.
"Then, when the time comes, I want to see it, how about it?"
Zhao Jianbai instinctively straightened his body slightly and answered subconsciously:
"...Yes!"
The young-looking museum owner nodded, carrying the piano case and sword case on his back, as if ignoring the kneeling Taiping Taoist behind him, ignoring the nine-section staff stuck in the ground, he walked across the ground scorched by the residual power of thunder, walked past the three Taoists, and said softly:
"Then, thank you."