Chapter 122: Dharma, Heaven and Earth Lan Tinglie was shocked and angry. This bronze bell of his was a treasure of the altar and had been refined for hundreds of years. In previous battles, even if he could not defeat the enemy, he had never been suppressed in the blink of an eye like today and fell into the enemy's hands. However, he did not have time to think about it. The rope that suddenly flew to his side was obviously a rare treasure. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding space began to solidify, and his own magic power also became sluggish. The soul behind him walked down from the platform and merged into one with his body. In an instant, the demonic flames surged, and his body suddenly grew larger, becoming more than ten feet tall. His hands, carrying the demonic flames, reached out to grab the Hun Tian Rope. This is in accordance with the laws of heaven and earth, with the spirit and body united, thus possessing infinite power. However, Lan Tinglie still underestimated the Hun Tian Rope, which was the treasure that suppressed the Floating World. It was refined by the celestial cultivators in the Lingxu Sect. When it was sacrificed in the Daohuo Realm, it could fight against the Divine Altar. Although Gu Yuanqing had only been practicing for a short time and could not bring out its true power, he had borrowed the power of Beiquan Mountain and could not be regarded as an ordinary Daohuo realm. When the two are combined, their power is far more than just one plus one equals two. Even though he has the strength to move mountains, he cannot break the rope that binds the sky. He struggled continuously while roaring, and the demonic flame turned into substance. However, every time the Hun Tian Rope expanded one point, it would shrink three points. Slowly, Lan Tinglie's Dharma body continued to shrink.
Moreover, Gu Yuanqing did not just wait there. He separated a force from Beiquan Mountain and transformed it into a giant palm to press down, with the virtual image of Qingshan added to it. Lan Tinglie only felt that his true essence and soul had become stagnant, and his heart of Tao was beating, giving him constant warnings. How could he dare to hesitate? He chanted the mantra and activated the secret technique. In an instant, his body shape changed again, and the shadow of a giant elephant appeared and disappeared. His strength increased by three times, and he held up the Hun Tian Rope. Then the demonic flames on his body transformed into a demon dragon, which roared and slapped the person above his head. But the next second, the magic dragon disappeared into thin air, while Gu Yuanqing's palm print only dissipated by three points and still fell steadily. boom! The Lan Tinglie in the sky turned into a meteor and fell down, hitting the ground. The ground shook and the smoke and dust turned into a mushroom cloud and rose up. But Lan Tinglie did not die, and was not even seriously injured. His body was still standing steadily, and the strength of his body was jaw-dropping. However, this blow dispersed his vitality and soul for a moment, and the Hun Tian Rope took the opportunity to shrink. Lan Tinglie's body was compressed to the size of a normal person. He was only one step away from being able to capture him. Gu Yuanqing raised his eyebrows, thinking that he didn't use enough strength just now! He still had some questions to ask, and wanted to find out the situation of this world from this person, so he was afraid of slapping him to death with one palm. It seemed that he had underestimated the Divine Platform Realm. Thinking of this, he raised his hand and slapped it again. The power of this palm is three times greater than before. Lan Tinglie's face turned pale when he saw this. He was afraid that he would be killed by this palm strike. At this time, he shouted: "Wait a minute! I have something to say." Gu Yuanqing ignored him indifferently. If he had anything to say, he would wait until he was beaten half to death and captured before saying anything. Lan Tinglie couldn't see Gu Yuanqing, but he saw the palm prints continue to fall, and he shouted again: "You are also a human. If you want to kill me, you need to do something I do!" Gu Yuanqing's palm print condensed half an inch away from Lan Tinglie's head, but the intention of suppression had already been revealed. While Lan Tinglie's true energy stagnated, the Hun Tian Rope had already been retracted, completely suppressing and binding Lan Tinglie, making him unable to move. Gu Yuanqing's palm momentum changed, he grabbed it in his hand and brought it back to Beiquan Mountain. As his mind moved, Lan Tinglie's true essence was pressed back into the Tao fetus, his spiritual thoughts were imprisoned in the divine platform, and he immediately lost all senses except that of his physical body.
"What did you want to say just now?" Gu Yuanqing said calmly. Lan Tinglie gasped for breath. There was great terror between life and death. A cultivator of the Divine Platform had a lifespan of 800 years. Even if he had experienced hundreds of battles, it was difficult for him to take life and death lightly. But within a moment, he seemed to have calmed down, as if he felt that he had no way out, and regained his composure: "Since my skills are inferior to others, it is only natural for you to kill me. I, Lan Tinglie, have nothing to say, but if you are of human blood, you must promise me one thing." Gu Yuanqing laughed: "I have never heard of killing an enemy and agreeing to the enemy's conditions. However, when you talk about the human bloodline, it doesn't hurt for me to listen." Lan Tinglie said in a deep voice: "There are 368,000 people of my race within 3,000 miles around my cave. If there is no protection from the monks of the Divine Platform, they will all become food for the demons within a hundred days. After you kill me, you will have to take the responsibility of protecting them." Gu Yuanqing was stunned when he heard this. This was beyond his expectation. General Lan Tinglie looked him up and down, recalling that he was full of evil spirit and wanted to kill without saying a few words. He didn't expect him to be such a person. Lan Tinglie felt insulted when he saw Gu Yuanqing's questioning eyes, and said angrily: "Although I, Lan Tinglie, do not consider myself a good person and have killed countless innocent souls, as a cultivator of the Divine Platform, I should inherit the aspirations of the human race's ancestors and shoulder the responsibility. If you still have human blood in your body, you should agree to this matter. Otherwise, not only will you get nothing, but even if my soul flies away, I will curse you to suffer three disasters and nine tribulations, and you will never be able to reincarnate!" Gu Yuanqing's smile slowly faded: "You said you have 368,000 people under your rule?" "That's right. As long as you agree to this, you can kill me or chop me up as you wish! Your mountain is too small, unworthy of a cultivator on the divine platform. If you swear on your soul, I will give you the token of my cave formation. Then, all the treasures and magic stones in the cave will be yours." In Beiquan Mountain, Gu Yuanqing could clearly sense Lan Tinglie's emotions and could tell that what he said was true. He frowned slightly and said slowly, "I will not accept the responsibility of protecting you." Lan Tinglie couldn't help cursing: "You are unworthy of being a cultivator of the human race, even beasts know..." "But I can let you go back!" As soon as the words came out, Lan Tinglie was stunned. After a long moment, he asked in disbelief: "You won't kill me?" "Why, do you want to die so much?" "Of course not. It's just that you and I are already enemies. If you let me go, wouldn't that be like letting a tiger go back to the mountains and leaving trouble behind?" Gu Yuanqing chuckled: "Are you advising me to cut the weeds and root them out to prevent future troubles?" "No, of course not. Who would seek death?" Lan Tinglie said embarrassedly. "but……" Lan Tinglie's expression changed slightly: "If you want to plant a soul mark in my soul and make me your slave, then you are wrong. If I, Lan Tinglie, am willing to be enslaved, I will not stay beside these Hundred Thousand Mountains." Gu Yuanqing said calmly: "You think too much. What use are you to me? I just said that before I let you go, you need to tell me the situation of this realm." "You are not from the Dragon Demon Region? That's right. With your cultivation level, you are definitely not an unknown person, but I have never heard of the method you used." "Where I come from is none of your business. If you want to leave, do as I say." Lan Tinglie immediately asked: "What do you want to know?" "Where are the forces in this area distributed? Who are the masters? What is their realm? What are the taboos?" "The regional power distribution map is in my Qiankun bag. As for the masters..." Gu Yuanqing raised his hand and summoned the storage bag hanging on Lan Tinglie. He opened it with the method of controlling objects and took out a piece of animal skin. "But this thing?" When Lan Tinglie saw this scene, his pupils shrank. He was still alive, and there was an imprint of his soul on the storage bag, but it was opened so easily by Gu Yuanqing in front of him. To do this, one must be... a great cultivator in the realm of heaven and man? (End of this chapter)