Chapter 37 Pot Heaven "Zhao Zhen, old ghost! Are you crazy?" Only a loud shout was heard from the river. But no matter whether they were mages in the foundation-building stage, Gangsha stage or alchemy stage, they were all blinded by the purple mist and had no idea who was fighting with whom. The second and fourth ancestors of the Zhao family separately approached the Taoist historian Xu Yin and the beast-taming Taoist alchemist of the Black Mountain Ma family, and a battle was about to break out! The Danyang Zhao family is a fifth-rank upper-class family as determined by the Dao Court, known as the Ziling Zhao family. They have been established in Danyang for more than 600 years. The family specializes in the practice of Qi, with the Zixia Qi and Hunyuan Yiqi methods as their foundation. This morning purple energy is mainly based on the Qi path and also includes the Fire path, Cloud path and Water path. The four paths are combined into one and it ranks 27th among the top-grade Taoist methods in Kyushu! This method, which is to use force to overwhelm people, all depends on the word "force". Once it is performed, it seems to be there and not there at first, ethereal and clear like the mist. After it is used, the purple cloud is continuous, and its power is layered and turned, getting stronger and stronger as the battle goes on. Unknowingly, the purple gas has been condensed into a sky-shaking force, and by the time the opponent finds out, it is no longer able to resist. At this moment, the three Zhao family cultivators took the Hunyuan cloud energy as their foundation and the Zixia energy as their core. The Taoism of the three came from the same source. You are in me and I am in you. In an instant, both sides of the Zhu River were enveloped in the Hunyuan cloud energy. The second and fourth ancestors of the Zhao family took this opportunity to cast a spell and draw out the Hunyuan Yiqi Great Seal from the endless chaotic clouds. Two giant hands, several dozen feet in size, stretched out from the sky with clouds. Their entire bodies were made of Hunyuan Qi. They slapped their palms downwards, falling straight towards the patrolling Taoist priest and Ma's Dan Xiu. "How brave!"
The three old Taoist priests of the Zhao family took action despite great disapproval, and they did not suffer any loss. On the Jiangzhu Tower ship, a Taoist priest with a tall hat and a sullen face stood at the bow, followed by three experienced and powerful sorcerers, two men and one woman. Among them, a young man in a plain green Taoist robe stood on the left side of the Taoist priest, holding a four-foot magic sword at an angle, his eyes fixed on the Taoist priest. "go with!" The Taoist flicked his high crown with his index finger, and the Taoist servant holding the sword beside him stiffened and held the scabbard tightly with both hands. I saw a flash of lightning in the four-foot scabbard. In an instant, the silver light turned into sword threads and rushed straight into the sky. The silver threads hit the sky, and the Hunyuan handprint of the second ancestor of the Zhao family instantly turned into clouds all over the sky and scattered. "Old man, your swordsmanship is getting more and more advanced!" The second ancestor of the Zhao family stared at the silver light that was rushing towards his forehead with an unsightly expression. But he is not like the third brother, who has no other skills except the Hunyuan Hand Seal. The second ancestor of the Zhao family raised his right palm upwards and gently picked up the magic weapon of Qi - Quanliu - which was made of four top-grade precious materials: heavenly silkworm, fire silkworm, wind silkworm and water silkworm. He drew air from the clouds to make brocade, and took the strong wind from the nine heavens and the spring from the dark earth, and suddenly put it on his right hand. On the gloves which were as thin as clouds, misty aura kept flowing. The Second Ancestor of the Zhao family absorbed the mist with it and threw it towards the sword energy that was coming towards the sky. The second ancestor of the Zhao family condensed the captured cloud and rolled it into a Hunyuan Qi bullet, which then crashed directly into the silver light. The silver sword was extremely sharp, and ordinary Dao techniques would be instantly crushed into nothingness by the sword spirit. However, the Hun Yuan Qi Jade of the second son of the Zhao family was also extremely strong, and the two killing Dao techniques suddenly collided with each other. Ding! Only a short and sharp scream was heard, and the clouds in Jiangshan were dispersed by the aftermath of this wave of confrontation, and the clouds became much thinner. What was more clearly visible was the four-foot magic sword that was longer than the ordinary sword. It turned into silver light and fell directly to the ground. The front half of the sword was nailed firmly into the deck under Xu Yin's feet, and the back half of the hilt was still vibrating. Taoist Gaoguan - Xu Yin slowly stepped forward, pulled out the magic sword, touched the sword body with some pity, poured the magic power in his palm into the sword, and looked around to see if it was damaged. "The second son of the Zhao family!" Xu Yin spoke word by word, speaking coldly. "Use hardness to counter hardness, Hunyuan Gangqi, what a good Zhao Lao Er, but I just refined a new Thunder Sword Pill the other day, I will definitely let you have a taste of it!" Taoist Xu loved the sword dearly, so he raised his finger and put the magic sword back into the scabbard in the arms of the Taoist servant holding the sword, then turned around and spat towards the clouds. All I heard was a loud bang! Different from the sharp sword thread of the previous silver sword, this sword ball broke through the clouds when it came out, and the purple light that shot up into the sky was dazzling. The next moment, it had arrived in front of the second ancestor of the Zhao family.
The sword ball, carrying a hundred-foot-long thunder, crashed towards the second ancestor of the Zhao family. Xu Yin's swordsmanship and the Hunyuan Qidao clashed again, and the second ancestor of the Zhao family was knocked over with one blow. The sword ball turned in the clouds, and then dispersed the clouds one by one. Seeing that the second ancestor of the Zhao family was about to fall from the cloud platform, it circled and returned to the building ship. Using strength to overcome strength, the Hunyuan Gangqi could indeed restrain his cold magic sword, but the thunder sword pill could break the Hunyuan Gangqi even more. With one blow, his Hunyuan Gangqi dissipated into nothingness. The second ancestor of the Zhao family was severely humiliated. The latter was not knocked off the clouds. After falling more than ten feet, he turned around and regrouped on the cloud platform. He just frowned and looked at the two burnt marks on his palms with a frosty face. The struggle between the fourth ancestor of the Zhao family and the Black Mountain Ma family is more interesting. The same primordial clouds turned into various auspicious signs, such as cloud dragons, cloud tigers, cloud cranes, and cloud eagles. Some clouds also fell and turned into hooks, guns, swords, spears, bells, towers, and chains. The fourth son of the Zhao family cultivated the changing energy of Hunyuan Yiqi and was on equal terms with the beast-taming master of the Black Mountain Ma family. The beastmaster had a winged golden tiger, a winged flying snake, and a one-eyed, one-legged giant under him. There was also a terrifying swarm of bees that covered the sky and the earth and attacked the south bank of the Zhu River. However, the clouds were changing unpredictably, and various cloud beasts appeared and disappeared, fearless and unafraid of death. The cloud-hanging magical instruments also displayed their power. Pagodas, chains, etc. hung on the three giant beasts, pressing them to the ground. The sky-high clouds formed into cages, trapping the swarm of bees. The fourth ancestor of the Zhao family and the alchemist of the Ma family also took up their magic weapons and started to fight each other at the moment of stalemate. As for the art of taming beasts and the art of transformation, it’s always a good idea to practice the skills more. Now they come in handy! The sword was too sharp, the aura was too ethereal, and the confrontation was too fast and too difficult to understand. The flashy and varied battles between these two people were what the warlocks could understand and loved to watch. “After entering the third level of alchemy, there is a watershed. Even someone as strong as the Zhao family’s boss, once his Qi Dao ability is activated, the entire river bank within a hundred miles is affected. He can even gain the upper hand against three alchemy practitioners!” The leader of the Daoying crossed his arms, looked at the clouds in the north, and smiled. "As for the inferior ones, like the third son of the Zhao family, who can only wave his hand to perform the Hunyuan hand seal of several dozen feet, he is not much stronger than the Gangsha. Also, like these two little guys, they practice the way of transformation but do not learn the rune spells, so they can't even conjure up the power of magic weapons." "The little fellow from the beast taming sect, the three beast tamers and their tamer are also unfamiliar with each other, fighting each other." Daoying Lei Jiang stood by the river, commenting on the cultivators in the field. To enter the path of alchemy, one must first condense the energy, practice the magic, and polish and refine the magic power, which is the first hurdle. If it is polished completely and the magic power is refined, then one can at least form a mid-grade golden elixir! If there is a strong sense of Taoism, and the Tao methods, Tao traces, and Tao rhyme all have outstanding features, and if a superior golden elixir is forged by coincidence, then there is hope for the Tao path. If you can prove the top-grade elixir, you can be called a true cultivator, and you are the seed of a true lord! Excellent combat power means you are strong in all aspects. As for those whose magic powers are mixed and whose Tao traces and rhymes are inconsistent, if they can barely achieve a lower-grade golden elixir, it cannot be said that their path to Taoism is hopeless, but they still need to spend much more time afterwards to polish and make up for the deficiencies, which means they will get half the result with twice the effort. Often, several low-grade golden elixirs are no match for one high-grade golden elixir! The Zhao family and their two low-grade alchemy practitioners are just showy and unsightly. I'm afraid that the Blood Lord of the Evil Camp alone can fight them on equal terms. The Hunyuan Gangqi of the second ancestor of the Zhao family is worth seeing. The first ancestor of Danjiang is probably the first ancestor, Zhao Zhen. He is a top-grade elixir and has lived for more than 600 years. Taoism, law, skills and supernatural powers are all excellent, and he can indeed support the Zhao family! At this time, the clouds were thick, and the banks of the Zhu River were almost invisible. Since the three Zhao family cultivators had already started fighting with the Black Mountain family and Taoist Xu Yin, Wu Yong didn't have to stay there stupidly and wait for them to decide the winner before fighting again. "Close the market and guard the gates!" Wu Yong turned around to glance at the Taoist priest and the shop owner who were guarding the He family in the market town, nodded and gave them some instructions. He chuckled at Blood God Son, Yin Erlang, and the generals of the Thunder Camp: "Since the Zhao family members are very busy, we won't bother them any more." Thirty-six strategies, taking action is the best strategy! Without further ado, Wu Yong led two battalions of Taoist soldiers towards the looming dragon boat of the Sea Kingdom. While Danyang and Heishan were finishing their fight, he, as a pawn crossing the river, could now move forward and backward freely. Zhao Jingde, the eldest son of the Zhao family, looked at Wu Yong who was about to escape. How could he let him go like this? Although the Third Ancestor was not a good person, he was still the clan's alchemy master and the pillar that controlled the clan's fortune. How could he let Wu Yong get away with his golden elixir? However, when facing the Blood Lord and Thunder General, Zhao Jingde couldn't muster up the courage after all. These were two powerful alchemy warriors. Only when you get in close contact with them can you smell the strong and tangible bloody aura and rhythm of thunder on them, and know that it is far beyond the reach of the Gangsha sorcerer! "Forget it! It's not my fault if I'm not up to the task." Zhao Jingde shook his head. He could do nothing as he watched Wu Yong and his party disappear in the vast clouds. He was still there, and he was about to reach the stage of Dan Condensation. By then, the Zhao family would still have four Dan cultivators.
Moreover, he was not one of those low-grade alchemists who were struggling to survive. Even if his luck was bad, with his fully refined magic power, he should be able to make mid-level alchemy. There is no need to risk your life here! No one knew what happened in the deepest part of the clouds. Only the two ancestors of the Zhao family, Ying Zhou, who were also practicing alchemy and were idle on the side, had the leisure to see how the Zhao family's ancestor was fighting. "The Wu family kid is coming. I really need to take a good look at him. Who is this secretive grass god from the Wu family? He can actually fight a magician head-on!" Ying Ji glanced at the depths of the clouds and was quite disdainful of the character of the Zhao ancestor, but the old guy's strength was indeed not weaker than his. It's rare that he doesn't have bad words, he just doesn't bother to care about the fight over there! "As it should be. I have heard of the evil soldiers in the camp of demon cultivators, but this is the first time I have seen one. There are not many such gods that can be compared to wizards in the whole Dongzhou, right?" Zhou's ancestor nodded in response. "Father, since this rampant god is so useful, why don't you sacrifice a few camps so that we brothers and sisters can use it! It was too difficult to endure before the third turn of the Black Water Method, and the combat power was not as good as that of an ordinary cultivator, father~" Ying Bailu's eyes were full of expectation, and she pulled Ying Ji's sleeve and said coquettishly. Ok? Ying Ji opened his eyes wide and calmly shook off the claws of his unfilial daughter. "You're dreaming. Only the Yuanshen Zhenjun can sacrifice and cultivate such a rampant god. He can separate the three souls, absorb the seven spirits, and cultivate them into an immortal Yin spirit." "You want me to train you unfilial children? I'm afraid I won't be able to do it even if I live 400 years less!" Like the Blood God Son, he was the true disciple of the Blood Sea Dao eight hundred years ago. His elixirs were of the highest quality and his fighting power was outstanding. He was also a top-tier fighter in the Dao of Alchemy. After being killed by the Ninth Ancestor of the Wu Clan with all his might, he took his life soul and trained his seven spirits. It took him more than three hundred years to refine this Blood God and Blood Master who could fight in the Dao of Alchemy. How difficult is it? This should be a power that only the Yuanshen Zhenjun has! Why are there so many crazy soldiers everywhere, but so few crazy gods? This unfilial girl had a wishful thinking that each of her brothers and sisters would have their own camp, but it almost made Ying Ji die. Everyone on the boat was already accustomed to the family style of the Ying family, but the ancestor of Zhou Shi's eyes narrowed slightly, and it seemed that he had some thoughts about this. The Zhou family is in a period of transition now. The two magicians in the family are about to die, and there is no one in the clan who can take over. So they have become somewhat interested in this rampant Mao Shen! Or maybe the battle in the distance was coming to an end and the clouds were gradually dispersing. Wu Yong and his companions were approaching the huge monster on the river bank. The towering long shadow seemed quite oppressive in the mist. Just as he was about to approach the river bank, he heard a burst of angry laughter in the void. "Okay, okay, you guys are really great!" There was no time to listen to the subsequent sounds. Suddenly, the world turned upside down, and Wu Yong and the Taoist soldiers from two camps were grabbed by a giant palm. What is that? After an unknown amount of time, Wu Yong regained consciousness. He was immediately startled and found that the Taoist soldiers from the two camps were lying beside him in a mess. Wu Yong shook his head, approached General Lei, and looked around. "The universe is in my sleeves, the sun and the moon are long in the pot, is it, the art of the pot?" General Lei stood up with the help of silver armor, also in doubt, and slowly looked around. Following this line of sight, looking around, the Sea Kingdom's dragon boat, Zhao's Gangsha sorcerer, and several magicians were all lying in this dark, upside-down, and endless strange world. There was no time for anyone to react, only a sneer was heard from above this small world. "Ying, Wu, and Zhou from Dongjun, Ma, Zhu, and Liang from Heishan, Xu Yin from the patrol, and Zhao Zhen from the Zhao family" “You guys are really great!” "I have fought to the death on the battlefield outside the realm, absorbing spiritual energy for Jiuzhou. Now that I have come back, I can see such a wonderful farce of yours. It is really a great honor!"
"Very good, really very good. This state recruits you to the battlefield outside the boundary every year. Ying Ji and Zhao Zhen, either you say that your realm is not stable yet or your clan is in such a difficult situation that the three counties and nine families have used Zhujiang as the boundary. Is there a three-county war for hegemony?" From the sound, it turned out to be the governor of Dongzhou who had been fighting outside the realm for a long time. Half a century ago, he led more than 8,000 regular cultivators to attack a fourth-grade wild realm. The war was just about to end, and he had just returned to Jiuzhou to rest. This time I caught him red-handed. "You like fighting, don't you? If you like fighting so much, we'll fight again next year. Each of your nine families will provide me with one alchemist, ten sorcerers, and one hundred regular cultivators to go to the battlefield outside the realm." "I let you guys gather here to fight for supremacy, I let you guys fight across the river, it's really infuriating!" Caught in the act (End of this chapter)