Chapter 53: A show of force "What Danyang? What Xun family?" "Do you think you can get away with it by talking nonsense?" "Hehe, you are passive in the fight, you don't obey orders, you attack and kill officials in the street, and your nonsense won't save your life!" Taoist Yuguan snorted coldly, “The third-rank Xun family, what a big name.” Do you really think you can do whatever you want in Yunmeng Fairy City just by grabbing a tiger skin? But his last name is also Jing, and the Yunmeng Jing family is a second-rank family. At worst, he can give face to the Xun family and release Wu Yong. But before that, he has to let this little thing know what respect and inferiority are! The Taoist priest with Jade Crown gently held the jade crown on his head with one hand, and his pair of phoenix eyes looked coldly at Wu Yong. Immediately, a pure aura like mutton-fat jade descended from the sky and instantly covered Wu Yong's head. As if a switch had been triggered, two phantoms, one red and one black, immediately jumped out from Wu Yong's arms. But the next moment, the Blood Evil Lord - Blood God Son, and the Black Evil Lord - Yin Erlang felt a huge force coming from behind, pushing the two to the back. "Just support me. He is just a mid-level elixir."
Wu Yong slightly raised his left hand, formed a sword finger seal, and swung his right sleeve. The power of Huang Tian Dao transformed into a misty yellow air that wrapped around his body. As soon as it matched the Xuanhuang Dao robe, it was as if the God of Heaven was possessed, and his divine power was tremendous. A trace of mysterious yellow energy came towards him, like a waterfall made of golden paste and honey flowing backwards from the bottom to the top, crystal clear yet with a heavy feeling that was invulnerable to all. When the mutton-fat jade air hanging from the horizon fell and sprinkled on the Xuanhuang Waterfall, the originally extremely thick and pure jade air like golden sand seemed to have met its natural enemy. It was rushed in the opposite direction by the inverted light golden waterfall, and suddenly turned into wisps of white smoke, disappearing into nothingness. The Huangtian Dao power and the Xuanhuang Dao robe are a perfect match. He has the yellow robe magic treasure bestowed by Xun's Great True Lord, who is almost a semi-immortal, and he also has the magic weapons accumulated by the Wu family for generations. If he still had to endure such humiliation when he went out, he might as well give up practicing Taoism and military tactics and become a monk in Penglai Sea, practicing Taoism on that wild island and forgetting about everything. “Hehe! You seem to be relying on the precious treasures on you. No wonder you are so disrespectful.” Taoist Jade Crown narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Today, I really have to teach you a lesson. When you go out, you can't avoid the losses you deserve!" Taoist Jing snapped his fingers and a set of flying glass needles jumped to his fingertips. There were a total of 108 needles, about three inches long and as thin as a hair. The uncast glass needle tips emitted a faint cold light. This flying needle-type magic weapon is the most vicious. It has the sharpness and speed of a flying sword, and has the ability to break spells, especially the protective qi and robes. The Taoist moved his fingers slightly, and one hundred and eight glazed flying needles began to dance like willow catkins in the wind, getting faster and faster. While circling, they repeatedly reorganized the array, and their aura firmly locked onto Wu Yong on the other side. "Jinghao, don't move rashly!" "Are you going to fight in the suburbs of this fairy city?" "Wu family kid, just take a step back and hide from him." The ancestor of the Ziling Zhao family looked at Wu Yong with a strange look on his face and spoke out to stop the Jade Crown Taoist. The old Taoist of the Wuhuo Zhou family also came closer and wanted to persuade Wu Yong to retreat. The cultivators of the Wu Family also gathered around, each holding a wind-controlling decree, wanting to use the combined wind technique to cooperate with the Sect Master to subdue the evildoer on the spot. Seeing that the conflict was about to escalate again, the Taoist priest with the jade crown named Jing Hao also held back the flying needle in his palm, hiding it without firing it. He just locked onto Wu Yong's aura tightly and snorted: "Such an arrogant and rebellious person has hurt my Taoist servants and insulted my reputation. Do you Taoist friends also want to protect him?" You've left everyone alone for days and nights, and now you want to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys? Not only do you want to protect the Wu family kid, I'm afraid the old ghost of the Zhao family wants to take action directly! The old Taoist of the Zhou family curled his lips. It was only because Ying Laojiao was not there, otherwise the Yunmeng Fairy City would have been destroyed by him. "Haha! All the families have led their troops here. I hope you and others can lend a helping hand in the Qingyun Realm, so that your Yunmeng Jing Clan won't be trapped in the Qingyun Realm and unable to move forward or backward." "You evil sect have left all the cultivators alone for days and nights. There is no camp for them to rest, no rewards, and you even forbid them from entering the Immortal City."
"I just want to ask you one question. Did the governor ask you to do this?" Wu Yong curled his lips and scolded Jing Hao who was wearing a jade crown. "If there is no room for our families, it's fine. We can just go back home!" At this moment, Wu Yong's angry rebuke precisely grasped the core point of the contradiction, which was also the voice of all the families. Everyone knows that the Nine Provinces are gradually in chaos. The great master of the Hai family in the Beiming Fairy City in Jizhou has passed away. The dispute between legitimate and illegitimate children left by the great master has led to internal strife in the Hai family. The eldest son of the Hai family is furious and leads his younger brothers and sisters to run away. They set up a new clan in the North Sea and named themselves the Lord of the North. Now, Beiming Fairy City has been taken over by the eldest son of the Taiyin Yuan family, a first-class family from Yujing, and the entire Hai family has been expelled from Jizhou. Feeling this kind of misfortune, the governor of Jingzhou began to think about the Danyang Rebellion. Unfortunately, the foolish men under his command did not understand this truth and only thought that the various families had plundered the fruits of their labor in opening up the Qingyun Realm. You should know that the man in Shouchun also has the surname Yuan, and is one of the legitimate sons of Taiyin Yuan. He did not know the Daoist court, nor did he know the governor of the state, but he took the position of Shouchun prefect and gradually extended his claws to Fengling, Dongjun, and Heishan. If that time really comes, with the main force of your Jing family trapped in the Qingyun Realm, and the first-class Taiyin Yuan family of Daoting split into two branches eyeing your position as the Immortal City, will you still be able to survive? As soon as these words were spoken, the eleven powerful mages in the surrounding area all looked at Jing Hao. Taking advantage of Wu Yong's words, they insisted on demanding an explanation from him. The Taoist's face turned bitter, and he cursed the boy inwardly for being treacherous. At the same time, he blamed the guys in his clan for pushing him out as the villain without even trying to smooth things over. Did they really want him to be surrounded by these dozen or so families? "The governor of the state has ordered that foreign troops are not allowed to enter the city. The plank road in the north of the city has been occupied by the Taoist army that just returned from outside the boundary. There is no room left. It is really hard for the families at this time!" "I would like to apologize to you all here. The fault is mine!" Taoist Yuguan struggled slightly, then bowed to the leaders of various families in a friendly manner. "Hehe! I don't think so. They didn't even provide the most basic tents. They left all the families in the cold for a few days and now they want to use my eldest son as an example to scare the monkeys!" "I think you might have some deeper opinions about the other families. If I force you to bow down now, who knows how I will be suppressed by you when I go to Qingyun." "For example, send the disobedient families to the most dangerous battlefield? For example, cut off the supply of the disobedient families? For example, block the dispatch of the families?" "Hehehe! If you don't clarify this matter and make a promise, I'm afraid of what will happen later. Hehehe!" Yin Erlang-Yin Wu is worthy of being born in Heshan Dao. He is not afraid of making a big fuss. He drags a black iron chain as thick as his thigh in his hand and speaks provocatively. At this time, the Taoist armies from far and near have surrounded them. Many cultivators in the Immortal City are also slowly approaching after hearing the movement outside the city. "Where did you come from, old ghost? You're looking for death!" The face of the Taoist priest Yuguan of the Jing family turned red, and he was choked by such nonsense. The Taoist followers were also strangled half to death by Wu Yong's gust of wind. How could he, who came from a noble family, fall into the trap set by this street scoundrel Poppy? He was immediately annoyed, and with a flick of his finger, the 108 glazed gold needles immediately pierced towards Yin Erlang's body. The glazed gold needles shook in his palm, and disappeared the next moment, and even several alchemy masters could not catch their trajectory. The locked energy alone made Yin Erlang feel a tingling pain. At the moment, he had no way to defend himself. He just opened his mouth and spit out a breath of corpse smoke, hoping to hinder the sudden attack of the golden needle. But obviously, it can't be hindered at all! "It seems that you need to cultivate some self-defense magical power. The Five Yin Bag of Heshan Dao is good. It is specially used to collect flying swords and flying needles." Yin Erlang's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw a large yellow sleeve in front of the corpse smoke, with the power of Huang Tiandao wrapped in it. It was just across Yin Erlang's body, and then with the power of Fuyao Qiankun, it caught the set of flying needles and put them into the sleeve. Suddenly turning around, he saw Dao Wuyong standing beside him, looking at him with a smile. "Last time you protected me closely, now that has been offset, right?" Hearing this teasing, even Yin Erlang, who was a rascal of his nature, felt a little ashamed. The pupils of the Blood God Son, Wu Xuan, Yan Wu and other cultivators as well as the sorcerers and mages from various families behind him also shrank.
It was that robe! Was it because of its high quality that it could collect the magic weapon? Or did he practice some kind of treasure collection method? Or was it both? Wu Yong put his left hand into his sleeve, holding down the Jade Crown Taoist's magic weapon firmly. With his right hand, he grabbed the green wooden hairpin on his head, and with his backhand he stretched it across the air towards Jing Hao. In an instant, a space crack that almost split the space apart appeared across the chest of the Jade Crown Taoist. The latter just let out a muffled groan, and a string of blood immediately splattered out, almost, almost cutting him in half! The four directions above and below are called Yu, and the past and present are called Zhou. This is the natal magic weapon of the Sixth Ancestor of the Wu family, the magic weapon of Yu Dao - Qingmu hairpin! You have a vicious magic weapon, and I have a more powerful killing secret treasure. Wu Yong put his left hand into his sleeve to suppress the flying needle magic weapon he had taken from the opponent. He picked up the green wood hairpin with his right hand and pointed it directly at the Taoist who was half-lying on the ground. He snorted coldly: "Don't think you're the only one who has some vicious magic weapons. My Wu family has been passed down to this day, and there are no less than dozens of top magic weapons in the family, all of which are provided to me. What kind of magic weapon do I not have? Not to mention that you are a small collateral descendant, even if you are a direct descendant of your family, what can you do?" "You gave him a needle, and I gave you a hairpin. It's tit for tat!" "Hehe! So what if the Wu family doesn't have a magician? I, Wu Yong, master two ways, have obtained the sacred Fusang tree, and have the heritage of dozens of generations of the Wu family. What's a magician to me?" "I am not as good as an ordinary wizard?" The cultivators who rushed over from the Immortal City happened to see Jing Hao kneeling on the ground after Wu Yong's spatial slash pierced through his robes and broke his protective qi. They also gasped. Hearing Wu Yong's boastful words again, he was speechless. He possessed the accumulation of dozens of generations of the Wu family, including the Dao of the Universe, the Dao of the Universe, the Dao of Controlling Spirits, the Dao of Raging Soldiers, the Dao of Flame, the Dao of Curses, and the Dao of Souls. It almost included magic weapons and talismans in all aspects, as well as the protective magic treasures given by the great magician Xun. The price of that hibiscus tree alone was nearly 40 to 50 million baht. Wu used half of the inner treasury to pay for it, and Xun's loan was worth more than 20 million baht. I also got the great luck to make a natural elixir. The materials alone cost more than 10 million Daozhu, and the market price would not be lower than Fusang wood. In addition, the Ten Thousand Crows Pot, the Fire Crow Spirit, and the spiritual food for day and night. Just as Xu Miaoxi lamented, this young uncle was the root of the Wu family, and he had cost so much money that she didn't dare to estimate it with data. But what she was sure of was that even if he was the legitimate son of a top-ranking family, he would not be able to use so many Daozhu even if he practiced for a thousand years. Can't I, Wu Yong, be just a mage? You deserve it. "The master is indeed invincible!" "You are just a mage. Zongzi has only practiced less for a few years." This action really made the Wu family's Taoist army excited. Normally, they only knew that the master in the mansion was powerful and decisive, and beating and killing Taoist servants was like cutting leeks. However, this was the first time he took action in public. With just a slight move, without a life-and-death fight, he had already knocked down a mage! How could this not make them revel? The treasure trove left by the Wu family from generation to generation was too rich, especially since he was the only legitimate son in this generation. The inheritance of other noble families was divided into several branches, big and small, and the branches were divided into eldest and youngest branches. The wealth and land that were distributed to them far exceeded that of ordinary people. How could his last descendant, who was supported by the whole family, be bad? It is not too difficult to attack an ordinary wizard with the power of Gangsha! "Good, good, good! You are indeed the son that Xun Zun has chosen. You are so high-spirited and energetic. No wonder Xun Zun sent several urgent letters to the mansion, asking brother to take good care of you!" From the outer wall of the fairy city, a celestial horse came stepping into the air. Its entire body was snow-white, with azure blue wings growing on its ribs, and a single horn several inches long growing on its forehead. This beast is called Tianma, one of the legendary beasts in the mountains and seas, able to distinguish right from wrong and understand the law. On its back sits a young Taoist priest, wearing a feather fan and a scarf, with his black hair tied up with a hairband and casually draped behind him. Jing Chao! The first master of the Dongzhou Dao Palace in the past two hundred years, the Master of Pregnancy, and the youngest brother of the Jing clan leader. Regarding this generation, we have to admire Jingzhou Mu for being still strong despite his old age!! "Jinghao, you idiot, your brother is not in the Immortal City and you are here to bully others, right? You really deserve to be beaten." "Go back to the Criminal Law Hall to receive your punishment. If someone hadn't come to the Dao Palace to inform me, I still wouldn't know what you bastards have done." Jing Chao took a step down from Pegasus, poked Jing Hao's head uselessly, and blasted him back. He glanced at the several Taoist priests who had fainted, sighed, and took out a green gourd from his palm, from which he poured out a crystal clear divine liquid that was as bright as starlight and as shaped as spring mercury. While sprinkling the holy water on the horrific wounds of several sorcerers and using Taoism to help them regenerate flesh and blood, he explained to the practitioners.
"This is three-color divine water that is condensed from sunlight, moonlight, and starlight, imitating the ancient three-light divine water. It is also quite a magical power." "Although I do feel bad for him, I have no choice but to help Jinghao clean up the mess he made." "Jing Hao and his companions were the first group of pioneers who entered Qingyun Realm to open up new land half a century ago. Many of their close friends and acquaintances are buried in that world. It was just that they lost their sense of proportion for a moment!" "Please rest assured, I have already informed my elder brother that a palace has been vacated near the east of the Immortal City. Please recuperate there for a few days. When the ancestor returns from the Qingyun Realm, we will be able to organize the army and set out." (End of this chapter)