Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 83 Qingdi Holy City
"Me, my grandson, my Louis..."

Master Kupa watched his grandson disappear into nothingness. After decades of painstaking cultivation, the future successor of the master was killed in front of his eyes today.

"You, you, very well, all of you are going to die today, even if all the gods and Buddhas come, they will not be able to save you."

Yafei flew towards him on the blossoming flowers: "Master Cooper, it is inevitable that there will be casualties in the martial arts competition. Three people from our Central Plains Taoist sect have fallen, and there are countless casualties. Can you see that I have taken action against the younger generation?"

"It's different. This is my own grandson. He was nurtured from the birth of his mother's womb. In five years at most, he will be the real Zhuji, the youngest real Zhuji in the history of Nanyang. Do you know what this means?"

"Now, he was killed by you, and my Nanyang Sea Dragon Sect has no successors. You say, you say, should he be killed, should he be killed?"

Master Cooper was hysterical, and a huge demonic energy filled the sky over the entire Taoist Association.

"Master Cooper, are you really going to do it?"

Ya Fei was not afraid, the huge flowers under her feet slowly rotated, the edges of each petal were extremely sharp, and the cutting air hissed.

Practitioners from various sects of the Central Plains Taoist sect who were watching from the audience also slowly got up, and colorful Dharma lights shot up into the sky.

Although the strength of Nanyang Daomen is not weak, it is a pity that the number of people is too small, and this comparison has fallen behind.

Master Kupa's astonishing aura wave after wave, the dark ghostly aura covered the sky, a trace of dark wind rose from the ground, and countless demon heads loomed in the air, fear, despair, resentment, jealousy, anger Waiting for the negative breath to radiate from the devil's body continuously, turning into a howling wind, the world's color changed.

Changing the celestial phenomena by one's own power is infinitely close to the initial stage of Yuanying.

Master Kupa was rumored to be the Dzogchen Formation of Alchemy, but now it seems that he is a half-step Nascent Soul.

Ya Fei was secretly shocked.

The aura in the interior is so sluggish that she has been trapped in the Great Perfection for nearly a hundred years, but relatively speaking, the aura of the coastline is much more abundant, not to mention the endless treasures in the sea. For a hundred years, the inland Taoism has been declining, while their branches in Southeast Asian countries are The sudden emergence of an army became stronger and stronger.

Although the Cooper in front of him claims to be inherited from the Maoshan lineage, but each of these exercises is more evil than the other, and each is more ruthless. The corpse waits for the heresy.

Although the Maoshan lineage also has corpse refinement and the method of catching ghosts and expelling ghosts, there is no one as evil as Master Kupa.

"Clouds scattered!"

"The wind stops!"

Suddenly, the sound of vast and long-lasting mantras resounded between the heaven and the earth. A young Taoist priest stepped into the void and waved his Taoist robe lightly.

Master Cooper's eyes burst open: "Okay, call the wind and call the rain, you are Jiang Xiaoliu, the real person who has recently gained fame in Qingyun Temple Foundation Establishment."

"Even if you are knowledgeable, the arena is all about life and death. You have repeatedly killed people. My Central Plains Taoist sect has rescued me several times but you have stopped them. How come it's your turn to die and you want to break the rules?"

"Tell you, in my eyes, you are not a branch of Maoshan at all, but a serious crooked way. Maoshan Taoism is upright. Your sorcerers and demons are filled with resentment and condensed evil spirits. Obviously, you have caused a lot of injustice. If you want me to say , You don’t even have the qualifications to communicate in the Taoist sect, not only should you be deported, but you should even rectify the law on the spot to rectify the trend of my Taoist sect.”

Jiang Xiaoliu couldn't stand it anymore.

The fighting scene in the arena, I don't know, I thought it was a meeting between the immortals and demons.

"What did you say? You say it again?"

Master Kupa's greatest wish in his life is to be able to enter the Taoist Association and establish a sect in the Central Plains, so as to fulfill their long-cherished wish of finding their ancestors and returning to their roots for hundreds of years.

But now, some people actually accuse them of crooked ways, evildoers of the demon sect, and not the orthodox Taoist sect at all.

"My son today, there are tens of thousands of my Nanyang sects. The number of foundation-building monks is like clouds and rain, and the number of alchemy stages completely crushes your Central Plains Taoism. How dare you slander my Nanyang inheritance? This is the enemy of life and death. This is an endless hatred!"

"Come on, let me weigh how much you weigh. What qualifications do you have to say that our Nanyang Taoism is not the authentic Taoism?"

"Master Kupa, I'm only questioning you guys. I don't think that all Nanyang Daomen are like you. In order to improve their strength, they will do everything possible. Even the inheritance of the ancestors has been changed to a mess. Above all, the sinners who cut off the inheritance are precisely you people."

Cooper was furious, took out a skull scepter, and said in a low voice: "Stop talking nonsense, let's see the truth under my hand."

Jiang Xiaoliu smiled contemptuously: "Look at your magic weapon, do Taoists use this?"

"Keep your eyes wide open, what is the real Daoist sect!"

After Jiang Xiaoliu held it with one hand, he pinched a mysterious formula with his right hand, and whispered in his mouth: "Yunqi!"

In the nine days when the sun was shining, suddenly dark clouds rolled in, thick as a mountain, and people seemed to be unable to breathe.

"The wind is coming!"

A breeze rolled up on the flat ground. The wind became stronger and stronger, but it condensed and did not disperse. In the blink of an eye, it gathered into nine tornadoes and hurricanes that connected the sky and the earth. However, the strange thing is that the hurricane that destroys everything in the hurricane is clearly felt by everyone. Berserk, but he couldn't feel the slightest bit of strong wind blowing on his body, not even the slightest bit of hair fluttering.

"Thunder!"

"Boom!"

In the boiling dark clouds, streaks of dazzling white lightning flashed through them, and soon gathered antlers, fish scales, snake gods, and horse heads, which turned into thunder dragons all over the sky.

The thunder dragon roared with a long mouth, and the heavy thunder rolls away, deafening, it seems that the next moment will rain endless thunder, which makes people's scalp numb.

"Master Cooper, my ability to summon wind and rain is still in your eyes?"

Cooper was shocked!

This young Taoist in the middle stage of foundation establishment can easily change the sky with his hands and feet, and whether it is wind, rain or thunder, his control is unparalleled, especially the tornado hurricane and the nine-day thunder dragon, if they hit people. . . . . .

Master Kupa couldn't imagine, how could a mere Foundation Establishment master such amazing supernatural powers?
The ability to change the weather can only be realized with the great ability of the Nascent Soul stage. Even if he is half a Nascent Soul, he can only initially affect the sky, and he dare not say that he can control the sky.

But the real person in front of him can turn the clouds and rain, with the constitution of heaven in his mouth, and change the weather of the world without a sound.

This ability made him speculate in his heart, and he didn't dare to take it lightly.

Although he is sure to accept this amazing Taoism, the most important thing in this trip is to preach in the Central Plains. Once he is seriously injured or even attacked by a group of Central Plains Taoists, then many plans will not be able to proceed.

"Hmph, you Central Plains Taoists know these sensational Taoisms, which are not as practical as my Nanyang Taoisms."

"However, since you want to compete, it's not easy for the old man to bully you, how about letting my son Uki Kupa accompany your apprentice to do two tricks?"

Jiang Xiaoliu knew that he was afraid, and wanted to get his son back in the game, but their Nanyang Daomen attacked fiercely, killing and injuring several people, and repeatedly prevented him from saving disciples who could have been spared.

Seeing that he is strong now, he wants to retreat. How can there be such a good thing?
"Cooper, aren't you a half-step Nascent Soul? I'm only in the early stage of foundation establishment. Are you afraid?"

As soon as these words came out, Master Cooper's expression became even more embarrassing.

The way of survival in Nanyang is the naked law of the jungle, the law of the jungle, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

I wanted to take the opportunity to step down, thinking that the other party would save face in this situation, and I would deal with him afterwards, but I didn't expect that I would start a fight without giving face.

"Young people, if you don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, then the old Taoist will teach you what is cultivating the Tao and what it is to be a human being!"

Master Cooper couldn't get down from the stage at all, and he was so evil that he pulled out with one hand, and the skull-headed scepter turned out to be a magic sword with a sheath.

The whole body here is black and red, as if it has been soaked in a pool of blood for thousands of years. As soon as it is unsheathed, there is a strong bloody smell that permeates the world, especially the blue tip of the sword, which looks like it has been smeared with poison.

With a slight sway, the skull sword tore through the air, and the fierce sword energy seemed to cut everyone into pieces. This sword turned out to be a high-grade magic weapon.

"Today, this is made of the fangs of the ancient real dragon in the South Seas. It was soaked in the volcanic lava of the seabed for a hundred years, and then soaked in the blood of yin and evil for a hundred years. Finally, it launched a satellite and was tempered in the wind of the nine heavens for a hundred years. It took 300 years of painstaking effort to forge this dragon demon sword, and you are the first person to see his true face, so it would be best to use it as a sacrificial flag."

"Is that so? The Qing Emperor's Shrouding Hand!"

Jiang Xiaoliu didn't talk nonsense, he slapped it down, and immediately above Master Kupa's head gathered a laughing emerald green palm more than ten meters away. The palm was as heavy as Mount Tai, and the huge wind pressure smashed down like a golden mountain and a jade pillar.

"It's just a show, break it for me!"

With a vertical and horizontal wave of the Dragon Demon Sword, a black real dragon burst out of the air with its teeth and claws, but was grabbed by the big hand that covered the sky.

"Hey, dragon demon attracts thunder, blow it up for me!"

Unexpectedly, instead of being surprised, Guru Kupa smiled sullenly, and the formula in his hand changed, and the black dragon in the hand of Zhe Tianda exploded with a bang.

The big hand covering the sky was instantly torn apart, tightly wrapped by the black flame transformed by the black dragon, and swallowed with big mouthfuls.

"It's such a strong vitality, it's good, it's good, it's really good!"

The black flames covered the sky, and after devouring the big hand that covered the sky, the breath soared, and it turned into a [-]-meter black dragon again, and spewed a black dragon's breath flame at Jiang Xiaoliu.

"Qingdi Holy City, come out!"

A large amount of boundless green spiritual energy gathered out of thin air, faintly forming a huge palace like a mirage of a sea snake.

This is the holy city where Emperor Qing lived in ancient times, and it has the supreme power to suppress the heavens in all directions and the nine hells.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoliu's magic power can only summon the phantom of the holy city, but it also looks very majestic and spectacular, very amazing.

"boom!"

The black flame slammed into the projection of the Holy City, but it did nothing, and the Holy City remained motionless.

The black dragon howled strangely, and the roar shook the sky. It lay down on the holy city and bit it desperately, wanting to do the same trick again, devouring the vitality of the holy city and turning it into its own mana.

(End of this chapter)