lcionline Chapter 265 Danhua Five Countries
Chapter 265 Danhua Five Countries
The first place the two visited was the Five Kingdoms of Danhua outside the market town.
As soon as they walked out of the fog, the pairs of eyes hidden in the mountains and forests set their sights on them.
Wang Chonglin doesn’t have many friends, and the disciples in the sect rarely see this elusive foundation-building elder.
However, real people in Daze are rare, so there will always be portraits of them circulating.
The most important thing for a casual cultivator is to be smart, otherwise you won’t know where the unexpected disaster comes from.
Wang Chonglin's cultivation was restrained, but his facial expression did not change.
For a moment, no one cared whether he was someone else pretending to be him or not, and they all fled in all directions.
Even if I can't recognize it, I won't act rashly.
It’s better to be cautious. Those who are brave would have been buried under this dense forest long ago.
The dead leaves that have accumulated over the years exude the scent of wood, giving rise to herbs with remarkable medicinal properties.
The mountains here are high and the ravines are deep, making it difficult for ordinary people to see through, and the monks look down on these ancient and shallow things.
Chen Yu was walking slowly when he suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll be back soon."
Then the wind came from his feet and he disappeared into the valley in the blink of an eye.
In just half a cup of tea, a roar echoed through the forest tops.
The leaves around were falling, as if something terrible was coming.
It turned out to be a monster shaped like a lynx, swaggering out of the dense forest.
This monster is more than ten feet long, six feet tall at the shoulder, and has an excellent appearance.
The surface of his body was mottled in brown and gold, and his cultivation was at the fifth level of Qi Refining.
It’s a pity that there is a monk sitting on its shoulder, which makes it look less majestic.
In the heartland of the immortal sect deep in the Tianjian Mountains, powerful monsters have long been turned into elixirs and magic weapons.
The only monster with a high level of cultivation and suitable for riding is this mediocre lynx.
Wang Chonglin laughed when he saw this, and then summoned a spiritual sword from his storage bag.
The spiritual sword splashed with radiant light and grew bigger in the air against the wind, becoming a dozen feet long in a blink of an eye.
Wang Chonglin placed his feet firmly on the sword's spine, and his spiritual power gushed out into the air.
The foundation-building monks can fly with the wind and control the sword to save some effort.
The already trembling lynx almost collapsed to the ground when seeing this, thinking that it was just a little demon cultivating in the mountains, and even the monks passing by did not dare to kill it.
I have never seen this great and lofty Foundation Establishment Master before, and yet he is so close to me.
The monk who was captured was very introverted and his realm was unclear.
What is before your eyes is the real foundation-building spiritual pressure, which can decide its life or death with just a thought.
"What, you want me to catch up with him?"
After receiving Chen Yu's telepathic message, the little lynx demon felt secretly bitter.
What should we do when the Qi-refining demon and the foundation-building cultivator compete in speed?
In front, Wang Chonglin's sword was as fast as a shuttle, and he had already crossed several miles.
Seeing this, the little demon didn't dare to delay for a moment and just kept rushing forward.
It was raising its hooves with all its might when it suddenly felt the wind coming from its four legs, and its speed was much faster than usual.
The rocks and plants around him turned into afterimages and quickly flew away.
The real person in front never stopped at all, but was getting closer and closer to it.
What kind of magical power is this?
There was a hint of confusion in the huge, ferocious eyes of the beast, and then it shuddered.
It was not the monk on his shoulders who was dragging him with magic power, but it was indeed moving under his feet.
It only takes a moment of thought to guide it invisibly on how to perform the miraculous method of moving lightly and quickly, and how to avoid interference from external objects.
However, there was no surge of spiritual power or consciousness in the monk's body, as if he could do so naturally.
The limbs that still belong to him and are waving freely contain the mystery of the operation of spiritual power, but it is still elusive.
The lynx demon couldn't help but be so intoxicated that he forgot the humiliation of being subdued.
Chen Yu glanced at the monster under his seat, then looked indifferently into the distance.
This monster is extremely intelligent, even more intelligent than any cultivator of the same level.
Every move of the great monk is a matter of fate for all living beings. It just depends on whether they can grasp it.
Zhenren Lan Xuan's spiritual consciousness can maintain balance within a range of fifteen miles away from the body, and the speed of recovery and consumption is basically the same.
Although it is impossible to directly examine the spiritual roots in this way, the distribution of spiritual energy can roughly determine a person's talent.
Chen Yuze drove the little lynx demon around, stopping and starting, his mind completely immersed in traveling and enjoying the scenery.
The chaos outside the mountain has just ended.
More than thirty years ago, there were seven secular dynasties on the island.
In addition, there are more than 30 cities directly controlled by the eight cultivation families affiliated with the Danhua Sect.
Now the seven countries have become five countries, there are still eight immortal cultivation families, but one immortal cultivation family has changed its surname.
The resources on the big lake are not very abundant. Only small families of Qi-refining cultivators naturally rise and fall quickly, and only a few hundred years can be considered a famous family.
The Danhua Sect controls an area of 100,000 miles and has over a thousand disciples, but only a very small number of them can achieve foundation building.
With no hope of becoming an immortal, people naturally focus on fighting for power and gain.
Even under the same foundation-building ancestor, there are numerous factions with complicated connections.
The most prominent feature is that the temple is small but the evil spirits are strong, and the water is shallow but there are many turtles.
All the chaotic phenomena on the island can be traced back to the immortal monks.
However, population is the foundation of the immortal sect, so they did not go too far.
Compared to the past in Daning, several counties were almost wiped out.
The migration and exile of these mountain people is already considered lucky to some extent.
As a person in the middle stage of foundation building, it is not unusual for Wang Chonglin to come to the Danhua Sect’s sphere of influence to look for a disciple of his choice.
The thirteen families of Xuanyu are originally from the same family, and the relationship between the four factions in the west of the island is even closer.
To be honest, even the foundation-building cultivators of the Danhua Sect wanted to send their disciples to practice under Master Lan Xuan.
The dignified foundation-building elder personally went down the mountain to recruit disciples, which clearly showed that he was looking for a successor.
Even the core disciples in the sect would be tempted by such an opportunity.
Moreover, the immortal sect inspects the spiritual roots of children in the territory every five years, and the probability of finding a pearl hidden in the ocean is too small.
If he could be found by a foundation-building cultivator, it would mean that his immortal path should not have ended.
More importantly, among the three foundation-building masters in the sect, only the oldest sect master in the late foundation-building stage can surpass Master Lan Xuan.
Six hundred miles away from the market town, we arrived at the first mortal city at the foot of the mountain.
Five miles outside the city, Wang Chonglin put the magic sword into the storage bag, stood with one hand behind his back, and stroked his long beard with the other hand.
Ever since he decided to accept a disciple, he had intentionally kept a beautiful beard.
With the Taoist robes on, he looks a bit like his master.
Xiao Yao stopped beside him, shaking his head, as if he was still not satisfied.
In just a few days, it learned various ways of controlling spiritual power while driving.
If things go on like this, perhaps with his lowly bloodline and qualifications, he could also become a great demon?
As for the legendary demon king, it didn't dare to think about it for the time being.
Lynx is a big cat, and it becomes even more ferocious after becoming a demon.
Even though Chen Yu looks like a handsome Taoist priest, in this contrast, he is also a ferocious "Taoist riding a tiger".
Such a ferocious beast would inevitably cause unnecessary panic once it entered the city.
Chen Yu casually threw out a pill, and the lynx subconsciously raised its head and swallowed it.
As the pill entered its stomach, it felt a miraculous change taking place in its muscles, bones, blood and flesh.
The sea of consciousness boiled instantly, and in a trance, he heard the sound of nature.
It seemed as if there were countless rays of light and runes imprinted on every particle of flesh and bone.
In Wang Chonglin's eyes, the little demon lost consciousness for a short time and its body shrank rapidly.
Finally, it transformed into a two-foot-long calico cat, walking behind Chen Yu.
The lynx knew it even more clearly in his mind, and it seemed that as long as he thought about it, he could immediately return to his original size.
He was granted the magical power of "everything is as he wishes" for no reason. It seems that he made the right decision to leave the mountain.
The little demon was overjoyed, as if it had taken the initiative to surrender to Chen Yu.
"Friend Daoist, you have good magic skills," Wang Chonglin exclaimed, and said no more.
So the two men and one beast came to the outside of the city, wanting to see some of the mundane sights.
This is a county town. There are crowds of people under the watchtower, but it is not as prosperous as when Chen Yu first came to Danhua Island.