Chapter 22: Lord of the Hall of Heroes (Please Recommend and Collect)

"This Daoist Huang Yi is just a disciple of the fifth generation of the Lingyun Sect. He is young, not much older than me, and he can fly with an imperial weapon. It won't be long before Xue'er can achieve such an achievement—"

Huang Yi in front immediately twitched the corners of his lips, showing a little smug expression. But Yue Yu couldn't help but let out a snort, a little dumbfounded.

Seeing Chuxue, he looked puzzled. It just so happened that the face of the 'Daoist Huang Yi' in front made him extremely uncomfortable. Zong Shou simply explained in a low voice.

"Xue'er, you are rare and strange, what kind of imperial weapon is flying in the air? It's just that this magic weapon is a bit extraordinary!"

Stepping on the foot, a burst of force pushed away, blowing away all the surrounding clouds, and sure enough, there were densely packed runes drawn on the bottom.

Chuxue only took one look, and realized that this spirit array was indeed created by a master. And it seems that all the functions have been reduced, and it can only be used for flying. And the manipulation is extremely inflexible, it seems that it can only go up and down and escape in a small range.

An almost useless magic weapon like this, let alone a powerhouse at the first level of the imperial weapon, can be manipulated by even a small spirit of the psychic level.

His face flushed slightly, and then Chuxue also chuckled. Huang Yi in front was also a little embarrassed. However, this person's face has obviously reached a certain level, and he returned to normal in a blink of an eye, and only looked at Zong Shou in surprise.

Zong Shou originally wanted to stab a few more words, but then he thought about what he cares about with this junior of Yun Lingzong? In the end, there was a smile of "Hey", and no more words.

There are nine realms in spiritual master practice. And these nine realms can be roughly divided into three stages, corresponding to the three rounds of heaven, earth and human of a warrior.

The three realms of calming the mind, observing the soul, and cultivating the spirit are the psychic period. Talismans can be used and made, as well as some Taoist methods with minimal power.

The three realms of leaving the body, traveling at night, and returning to the sun are the imperial weapon stage in Chuxue's words, which can be manipulated and made. If it is during the sluggish period of psionic energy, this imperial weapon level is basically the top spiritual cultivation.

The final three realms of day tour, body shaping, and true form are the spirit control stage. It is possible to control the spirits of the four directions arbitrarily, and it is possible to perform Taoism without the cooperation of formulas and handprints. Every gesture has great power.

And in his previous life, these Lingyunzong disciples liked to use this special magic weapon to pretend to be a cultivator of the imperial weapon for appearance.

But as the truth spreads among players, it can only be used to scare newcomers and those system characters.

At a height of about 10,000 zhang, Huang Yi stretched out his handprints again, uttering the word 'quote'. The 'cloud' fell forward.

The terrain here is extremely flat, and it is a platform protruding from the middle of the mountain, with a space of ten thousand zhang, and directly in front of it is a huge Taoist palace.

Outside the gate of the Taoist palace, there were dozens of Taoists standing. There is also a group of children, lined up in a neat row, all with solemn expressions.

Huang Yi descended in front of the palace gate, and at the first moment, said to an old Taoist in silver clothes: "Uncle Lin, the demon king of Qiantian Mountain has not yet come, and wants his son to worship under my sect. There is Ling Yun Zhu Ling is here, the disciples dare not stop him!"

The old man's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and he didn't look sideways until Huang Yi finished speaking. Yin Yang also knowingly lifted up the token. The former's eyes flickered, then he nodded slightly, and said with a flick of his sleeves: "Got it, go directly to find the first seat. But the old man Lingweizi is not in Yueling Pavilion now. He should have gone to Yuling Dao Palace—— "

Huang Yi bowed deeply again, and then went to the insider. Zong Shou followed slowly, but he had just stepped into the door. Among the group of children, there was a cold snort: "Zong Qian Tianshan, are you doing well? The most disliked person is this kind of person who relies entirely on the shadow of his predecessors!"

Zong Shou blinked and looked into the crowd. This look immediately made him feel a little nervous.

In addition to the annual general election of the mountain, Ling Yunzong also has a dedicated manpower to look for talents in the cloud world. Select good talents and beautiful jade, bring them directly into the mountains, and become inner disciples.

These teenagers, whose maximum size is no more than fourteen, should be the geniuses Ling Yunzong collected from all over the world.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now I observed carefully, and immediately found more than a dozen people who will become famous in the cloud world in the future. Three or five of them had fought against him as NPCs in the God Emperor game ten thousand years later. Of course, it is only a computer-generated character created by the developer in reference to the classical records, not the person himself. And the eyes that looked over were all slightly contemptuous.

However, the person who spoke out the ridicule just now insisted on not seeing it.

And the Taoists around also smiled, they just pretended they didn't hear it, and ignored it. The same is true for Huang Yi, who went on his own. Only Su Chuxue was a little angry.

Zong Shou couldn't help laughing, the style of Ling Yunzong's disciples has always been like this, they look down on the weak and put the strong first. As a high-ranking person, he looks down on everyone who faces Yunlu to the east. The competitive atmosphere within the sect is also extremely strong. In his previous life, this was the point Ling Yunzong looked down on him the most.

In this life, it would be even more unpleasant for him.

The gate of the palace is a huge school yard, almost occupying most of the area of ​​the palace.

When the four of them passed directly, Zong Shou took a special look at the left and right sides, the stone platform built a hundred feet behind the gate of the Taoist Palace. He has also seen these two places countless times and is extremely familiar with them.

According to legend, the left side of this place is the Tianfu Platform, on which there are talismans that no one can draw. On the right is the bright sword stage, and on the stage is an unbreakable sword formation.

At least before the age of the emperor, it was indeed as rumored. Even those who are strong in the sky can do nothing. It once caused the entire martial arts spiritual masters in the east of Yunlu to feel ashamed and humiliated.

It can be vaguely seen that on the left platform, there are twelve stone tablets standing tall. On the right, there are eighteen puppets, silent.

The corner of Zong Shou's lips twitched coldly, and he looked away without hesitation.

Passing through the school grounds, there is an antique palace building in front of it. The vermilion cloud paint and golden glazed tiles appear extremely luxurious.

But just as the four of them stepped into the second main hall, a middle-aged man also wearing a silver-white robe stepped out from the door.

Seeing four people, this person's eyes flickered first, then his face sank slightly, and he turned to Huang Yi and said, "Where did these three people come from? Why are they here?"

Huang Yi didn't notice any difference, and directly copied the previous answer: "I have met Master Liang Miaozi, and these three people are guests from Qiantian Mountain. The Demon King Sect of Qiantian Mountain wants to order his son to worship Under my sect, Lingyun Zhuling is here, so this disciple led them in!"

"The Demon King of Qiantian Mountain? But Zong Weiran, who was rumored to have passed away recently?"

Liang Miaozi directly took it with his big hand, and a blue light shot towards the Lingyun Zhu Ling in Yin Yang's hand, so that Yin Yang couldn't hold it, and let it fly away. Holding the token, Liang Miaozi glanced at it lightly, then sneered: "It turned out to be a gift from my Senior Brother Yun. It is really generous. But just based on this token, is it possible to worship under my Lingyun sect? I am Liang Miaozi. If you are in the East Hall of Jiying, if you really let a waste with two veins worship the entrance wall, how can you be so embarrassing?"

Hearing the last few sentences, Yin Yang knew something was wrong, and his complexion was extremely ugly in an instant. Su Chuxue panicked for a while, raised her head and looked at Liang Miaozi blankly.

Huang Yi was also slightly taken aback, hesitating a bit: "Uncle, is this inappropriate? Lingyun Zhuling is a rule set by the ancestor ten thousand years ago. This is a high-grade golden order. Normally, no matter what, as long as the request is not excessive, It must be accepted. It is just to let one person worship into our sect. There has been a precedent for this before."