Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Emei Golden Summit, Tianji Square.

All the Shushan disciples looked up at the sky, with expressions of horror, fear, and despair.

Above the sky, in the dark clouds, Yinglong's head protruded from the dark clouds, and the dragon's head alone was about the size of the Golden Summit of Emei.

With its words, the light curtain of Xuanguang Ruler began to tremble, and the unprotected peaks of Shushan Mountain had a series of landslides one after another, and a large number of trees, soil and rocks collapsed and fell.

The power of words is so terrifying!

At this time, Headmaster Yujing was leading the peak masters of the Nascent Soul Realm to fight against the main force of Jiaolong near the Suoyao Pagoda.

The rest of the Jindan real people were scattered around the surrounding peaks, chasing and hunting the scattered dragons that escaped.

If Yinglong in the cloud really launched an attack on Emei Jinding, there is not even a high-level sword immortal who can contain the opponent!

Of course, Yinglong didn't deliberately embarrass these "low-end monks". He just looked down at Mount Emei, and there was only indifference and majesty in the golden vertical scorpion, and there was no other emotion at all.

Suddenly, it seemed to notice Ling Yunpo in the crowd, and a complex and inexplicable look flashed in its pupils.

Then, Yinglong opened his big mouth, and five colors of light condensed in his throat, like a war star destroyer in a sci-fi blockbuster.

...

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Ling Yunpo looked up at the sky, and saw that Yinglong was still maintaining the posture of opening his mouth to store energy, but countless strange lines had already flashed in the air.

These lines formed a dense net, which just happened to completely cover Yinglong's huge body.

The next second, the lines all over the sky suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, the five-color brilliance in Yinglong's throat dissipated, as if it was strangled and locked in his neck.

After a while, a large amount of blood suddenly gushed out from its whole body, and the long and narrow wounds were exactly the same as the distribution of the previous lines.

Ling Yunpo stared at such a marvelous scene in a daze, only to hear Lin Duanshan next to him, in a tone of eccentricity, longing and admiration, saying:

"This is the two-meter dust formation."

"The Great Formation of the Dust of the Two Instruments?" Ling Yunpo was also taken aback, "Is that the sword formation that was launched with the help of the eleventh-order fairy sword - the Dust of the Two Instruments Sword?"

"To be precise, it's not that the two-meter fine dust formation has to be launched with the help of the two-meter fine-dust sword." Duan Fenhai also opened his mouth rarely, staring at the sky, "but the two-meter fine-dust sword, from the very beginning. It was cast to preside over the two-meter dust formation."

"That's right." Lin Duanshan added, "In the past, when the ancients intercepted the war, they intercepted the four swords by killing and slaughtering them, and formed the Sword of Immortal Swordsman. I don't know how many sword immortals were killed."

"Later, Chanjiao developed the Liangyi Mote Dust Formation, which was created by imitating the Jianjiao Sword Formation. With the Liangyi Mote Dust Sword as the eye of the formation, it can urge the majestic force of yin and yang in the day after tomorrow to hedge against everything that is trapped in the formation. All turned into dust."

Between the two of them talking, Ying Long, who was covered in blood, had already escaped into the clouds, and it seemed that there was no sign of any serious injury at all.

And the lines in the air appeared again, this time the density was twice as high as last time, as if endless vertical and horizontal sword qi cut straight into the clouds.

After a while, a heavy dragon roar came from the clouds.

The result of the battle in the clouds is not known yet, but the Shushan disciples on the golden summit of Emei saw more and more lines.

Not only is it densely spread over the golden top, but it spreads rapidly in all directions, as if someone is scribbling in the air.

They split into two, split into four, multiplying exponentially at a geometric rate.

They crossed the mountain peaks, swept across the river valley, swept across the Shushan sword immortals and the dragons who were fighting fiercely, passed through the body of the sword immortals like nothingness, and cut them into the white scales and flesh and blood of the dragons as if they had physical sword energy. Instant dismemberment to kill.

It seems that more than a quarter of an hour has passed, and it seems that in the blink of an eye, the Shushan disciples at the Golden Summit of Emei looked around again, there were no dragons in the sky and the earth, and even the clouds in the sky were cut into pieces by dense lines, making the sky light scattered. .

A majestic white sword light shot out from the depths of the Demon Lock Tower, penetrated the cloud layer where Yinglong was before, and then escaped into the Demon Lock Tower again.

"It turns out to be true." Duan Fenhai said in a low voice after a long silence.

"What's the truth?" Ling Yunpo asked curiously.

"In charge of the Liangyi Mote Sword and spreading the Liangyi Mote Formation to the entire Shushan area, what rank do you think this senior is?" Lin Duanshan said with a wry smile.

Ling Yunpo was dumbfounded for a moment when he heard the words, and then heard An Zhisu say next to him:

"Fairy."

"We Shushan Shangqing faction... We should also add Kunlun and Penglai, and behind them there is an ancient interpreter of the Daluo Jinxian rank. From today onwards, it is probably confirmed." Lin Duanshan said with emotion, "Actually, It is reasonable to think about it, after all, we are the heirs of the ancient Taoist tradition."

"You're the cause." Guan Shanyue walked up the steps and said indifferently, "It's not because the Three Purity Orthodox Church inherited the Taoist tradition of Chanism, that the immortals of the ancient Chanjiao sat in town."

"It's because when the chanting religion was in decline, the only three remaining ancient chanting sages chose the three forces of Kunlun, Shushan and Penglai."

"These three sects finally survived and became the successors of the ancient Taoist tradition."

Everyone was speechless.

The ancient secrets mentioned by Guan Shanyue have no written records in the Orthodox Church, and are only circulated in the top immortal cultivators. Everyone has never heard of it before, but it is very reasonable when you think about it carefully.

After the collapse of the ancient teachings, they were divided into three forces: Kunlun, Shushan and Penglai? Of course not. After all, the Intercepting Religion can be divided into five unified groups according to different Taos. Interpretation and Religion really have to be subdivided according to the genre and route, and the corresponding forces must be more or less.

The reason why only the Sanqing sect has survived to this day is naturally that other Taoist schools of interpretation were later integrated and unified by the Sanqing Orthodox Church.

"This immortal of Shushan, the Taoist name is 'Longmei'." Guan Shanyue continued to chat first, "Of course, it is meaningless to know this, after all, he is too far from our current rank, and all Shushan except Yujing Apart from the headmaster, probably only the peak masters have the chance to see him."

"In any case, this is a good thing." Seeing everyone's complex and strange expressions, Ling Yunpo concluded, "There is an immortal who personally took action to eliminate this turmoil, so we don't need to worry about it."

When everyone heard the words, they praised them for being kind, and what Poyun Jianxian said was reasonable.

"It turned out to be the long-brow immortal." Kunlun Jing said quietly in the sea of ​​​​knowledge, and the tone seemed to be extremely complicated.

"What's the matter?" Ling Yunpo joked, "This long-browed fairy, could it be your old acquaintance?"

"That's not true. When I fell into the world, he probably hadn't been born yet~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Kunlun Jing sighed, "I mean..."

"When he rode the Liangyi Mote Sword and came out of the Demon Locking Pagoda, I sensed that the position of the shards of the Heaven Repairing Stone also moved."

Ling Yun Po: ? ? ?

"The shards of the Heaven Repairing Stone of the Shangqing faction in Shushan are on the body of the real Changmei who sits in the sect?" He asked in disbelief.

"It seems that it should be." Kunlun Jing said bitterly.

"Well, A Jing." Ling Yun broke the silence for a moment and said, "You said our plan, can we make a little modification?"

"How to modify?"

"It's better for me to find the Immortal Changmei now and get you out of the way." Ling Yun said in a serious tone, "Let this ancestor of Shushan be your savior to repair the sky. ,How about it?"

"...Although I can hear you're joking, I still want to say something." Kunlun Jing said angrily, "You are a beast, you are inhuman!"

"thank you."