Chapter 495 Peace! Peace (Four K)

If the strong men in the Guiyuan Realm are the soldiers in the army, then Banbu Zhengang is their commander and stands out among these people.

The heavenly spirit burns incense and frightens the demons from all directions.

If a master like Ming Donglou goes one step further and sets foot in Chenggang, he can be granted the position of [Elder] even in Longhu Mountain.

Rumble…

The sword energy danced wildly and chaotically all over the sky, just like the two spiritual fish in the North Sea, frozen under ten thousand years of ice.

In the desperate situation, there is still a flash of inspiration, waiting for the time of transformation.

If it is explained that the sword intention of Donglou's first move [Daxue Peak] is naturally vast.

Then the second move [Yin Yang Fish] is the vitality of all things.

"Yes, you are the third person in Guiyuan Realm who can block my second sword."

Ming Donglou whispered, his eyes still as steady as his knife.

The only difference was that he looked at Zhou Dao with a little more admiration.

You know, his realm is much higher than Zhou Dao.

Half a step into a gang is enough to instantly kill everything in the Guiyuan realm.

In fact, this level of realm lies between Guiyuan and Chenggang.

If the Guiyuan Realm is compared to a long road, Zhou Daogang is at the starting point.

But Mingdonglou had already reached the end of the road and boarded a boat crossing the sea.

Between the two, a judgment call is made.

Such Zhoudao was able to block his second sword.

Ming Dongyue had only seen two such monsters in Guiyuan Realm.

He believed that even if he looked at the world and looked at it for a hundred years, such perversions would not exceed the number of people on his hands.

"No wonder Longhu Mountain can still stand still."

Zhou Dao took a long breath, as if a line of white practice had turned into a thin line.

A large amount of sweat evaporates rapidly under the high temperature of the body, and the mist is hazy, making Zhou Dao's figure looming.

Most of the surging Evil Dragon Qi was consumed, and he shrank inside his body.

The black dragon sword also whined continuously, and the sword body became dull.

The swords of Mingdong Tower are indeed terrifying. If Longhu Mountain can cultivate such a disciple, it is enough to have a long-lasting legacy.

People like Xiao Li and Xiong Jiuyin whom Zhou Dao met in the past were all compared to each other.

In front of Mingdonglou, those people are trash.

"Master is so awesome."

The Thirteenth Prince's face turned red. Even though he was of a low level, the excitement of this battle left him speechless and his blood boiling.

"Your master has met his opponent." Wang Xiaoyi looked ugly.

Mingdonglou’s knife is so weird.

His first sword was enough to overwhelm the world and Guiyuan, without any suspense at all.

But the second sword was even more terrifying, Ming Donglou's power increased three times.

Wang Xiaoyi can see this.

Zhou Dao could also see it.

"You can even block a half-step attack with three times the combat power."

Ming Donglou slowly sheathed the knife, looked at Zhou Dao, and nodded.

"I like you very much."

"Your sword is not exhausted yet." Zhou Dao said in a deep voice.

Ming Donglou nodded: "I am practicing the secret technique of Longhu Mountain, which is called [Six-Armed Mingzun]."

Having said this, his gaze towards Zhou Dao became sharp, like a tiger in the mountains, waiting to move, a dragon or a snake rising from the ground.

"You take two swords from me, and after the third sword, your combat power will be nine times greater."

"What?" Zhou Dao's expression changed slightly.

Is there such a secret method in this world? Can combat power be increased ninefold?

Isn’t this horse riding cheating?

"The fourth sword has eighteen times the combat power."

"Huh!?" Zhou Dao was dumbfounded.

"The fifth sword has twenty-seven times the combat power."

Zhou Dao was in a daze. Isn't this horse riding a competition?

When practicing Buddhism, shouldn’t we be down-to-earth and practice diligently?

Cheating is the greatest injustice to those who are down-to-earth and practice hard.

Damn it, how can other people survive if you do this? This horse riding has simply ruined the atmosphere of the practice world and broken the balance of the world.

"As for the sixth knife..."

"Are you done riding the horse yet?" Zhou Dao's eyes widened and he cursed in his heart.

"It can increase combat power eighty-one times."

"Eighty-one times!?"

Zhou Dao's throat squirmed and he swallowed, not knowing whether it was shock or greed.

Eighty-one times the combat power, if deployed, the result would be...

"It's a pity that I have only practiced the fifth sword so far." Ming Donglou shook his head, with a look of shame on his face, which made Zhou Daozhi want to slap him with the sole of his big shoe.

Are you still ashamed of riding a horse? Stop showing off! ?

Even if you only master the fifth sword, you still have twenty-seven times the combat power.

Half a step of true strength increases combat power by twenty-seven times. How terrifying is this?

"I'm not as powerful as you at your age." Ming Donglou suddenly said.

Today Zhou Dao is less than twenty, so Ming Donglou Chi is eight years older than him.

When he entered the Guiyuan Realm, he would never have been able to fight half a step into a gang, let alone withstand three times the fighting power.

With this alone, Zhou Dao won the recognition of Ming Donglou.

"this……"

Zhou Dao curled his lips and said nothing. The way of cultivation only depends on strength, not age.

There are people who become famous at a young age and are promoted all the way, just like sword pillars and food pillars.

There are late bloomers, and there are those who come from behind, such as Chen Zhuofeng who suppressed that generation eight hundred years ago.

But for Zhou Dao, these ancestors have no reference significance.

There is an unprecedented enemy in front of him, Yuanzu and Sunset, and only one of them can survive.

To do this, he must become stronger and not slack off.

"Then what...is there any channel for your Longhu Mountain's secret method of amplification?"

Zhou Dao suddenly showed a kind smile and asked.

"What do you mean?" Ming Donglou was startled.

"Pure Taoist exchange." Zhou Dao said it quite euphemistically.

Ming Donglou suddenly understood, and immediately shook his head: "That is a secret method passed down from generation to generation. Only disciples of this sect cannot practice it."

The amplification secret method is considered to be the top secret method in Longhu Mountain, and [Six-Armed Mingzun] is just one of them.

This secret technique has extremely high requirements for practitioners. Even a being like Ming Donglou has only reached the fifth sword after ten years of practice.

Since such a secret method can increase the power so exaggeratedly, it naturally has great limitations, and not everyone can practice it.

"That's such a shame."

A look of disappointment flashed across Zhou Dao's face. After seeing the wonders of the amplification secret method, he yearned for this method to the extreme.

"Brother Zhou has come all the way from the capital. He will probably stay here for a while. You can come to me in your spare time to confirm each other."

Ming Donglou offered him an olive branch. He was obsessed with swordsmanship and was extremely pure.

Zhou Dao's strength indeed won his recognition.

In time, this is a good whetstone.

"Huh? Do you know me?" Zhou Dao thought and heard about Mao Ni.

"The fact that Prince Qin's son came to the sacred tomb on behalf of the emperor has already spread throughout the world, how could I not know about it?"

Ming Donglou turned his eyes and landed on the Thirteenth Prince.

"The bloodline of Emperor Qin is really incredible."

With his eyesight, he can naturally see the extraordinary qualities of Xiao Shisan.

This little guy was taught the [Emperor Heaven Divine Sutra] by the Earth King Shi Tuo, and was later baptized by the Dragon Qi of Great Qin. Not long ago, he even gained access to the power of Immortal Master Zhuofeng.

His foundation is so terrible that even if you look around the world, you won't be able to find anyone else.

Even Zhou Dao doesn't know what level this little guy will reach once he grows up in the future.

"Please, I will guide you."

Mingdong Tower gave way, and it seemed that it was no coincidence that he was here.

"Kamitsuka?"

Ming Donglou nodded: "Ping'an Ruins."

For the disciples of Longhumen, they prefer to call the forbidden land [Ping'an Ruins].

Throughout the ages, the disciples of Longhu Mountain have been proud to be able to enter the Ping'an Ruins after death.

In every era, only a handful of people are qualified to be buried there.

They have amazed the ages and have left an indelible mark on their respective eras.

"Safety……"

Zhou Dao murmured softly. He had an inexplicable affinity for this word. Mentioning it casually could bring back many memories for him.

After all, the town he walked out of was also called safe.

"Let's go."

The little black cat ran into Zhou Dao's arms again, looking at Ming Donglou with deep hostility in his eyes.

She licked the back of Zhou Dao's hand and nestled in his arms without saying a word.

"Brother Zhou, the pets you raise are all extraordinary."

Ming Donglou glanced at the little black cat, then at Ha Shiqi, and looked past the little lamp.

There was a strange look on his face.

In a realm like Zhou Dao's, one usually concentrates on cultivation. This is the first time he has so many pets.

"You are the pet!"

The little black cat shook its tail, then turned away and buried itself in Zhou Dao's arms.

"Don't be offended."

Zhou Daoqian laughed twice. Their black cat was usually very arrogant, but it was only docile in front of Zhou Dao.

"It doesn't matter, Longhu Mountain also raises many strange and weird spiritual beasts." Ming Donglou whispered.

Little black cat: "..."

Zhenlu Mountain covers thousands of miles and is said to have eight hundred caves. Many disciples of Longhu Mountain come here to practice.

After all, this place is close to the Ping'an Ruins, so it can be protected by its ancestors.

Mingdonglou has been in seclusion here for three years.

"The Eight Hundred Cave Mansion is distributed on various mountain tops. There is a small circle here. Occasionally they will learn from each other and confirm the Taoism." Ming Donglou said casually.

Zhou Dao's strength won his recognition.

On the contrary, he directly ignored Wang Xiaoyi. Even if Xiao Sangui was a prince and came on behalf of the king, he would not be able to catch Ming Donglou's attention.

"Eight Hundred Cave Mansion!? The practice of cultivation is quite popular." Zhou Dao couldn't help but sigh.

After all, Longhushan is the leader of the Taoist sect, and not all of his disciples are brave and fierce. At least some of them are like the Taoist sect's law enforcement team.

On the contrary, there are many disciples who are dedicated to cultivation and enlightenment of Taoism. They rarely set foot in the human world and are not interested in fighting in the outside world.

"There are three thousand sects in the world, and if we talk about the origin, more than half of them have their roots in Longhu Mountain." Ming Donglou stated a fact.

The world's Taoism produces dragons and tigers, which is not just talk.

There are countless folk legends about the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain who subdued demons.

In the hearts of the common people, the prestige of Longhu Mountain is not inferior to that of the imperial court.

"No wonder..." Zhou Dao narrowed his eyes slightly.

No wonder Emperor Qin didn't like Longhu Mountain no matter how he looked at it.

Such a sect has people who travel all over the world, spreading their faith and spreading their branches.

There are also ascetic monks like Ming Donglou who concentrate on Taoism and pass on the incense.

There are also existences like the Dao Sect Law Enforcement Team to win over various sects and consolidate their authority.

No one in power would allow such an existence to stay under their noses.

The mountains were towering. Zhou Dao looked at the mountains and couldn't help but ask: "Eight Hundred Cave Mansion, aren't there many masters here?"

"It doesn't matter. There are probably one or two hundred people who practice here all year round." Ming Donglou said.

"Most of them are half-stepped into success and stop before that level of hurdle."

The Chenggang realm is a watershed. To be able to reach Chenggang in half a step almost exhausts the foundation. It seems to be half a step away, but some people may not be able to step out in their lifetime.

"Brother Ming's strength should be among the top." Zhou Dao seemed to be inquiring unintentionally.

Ming Donglou thought for a while: "I barely made it into the top ten."

"Only the top ten!?" Zhou Dao raised his eyebrows.

Ming Donglou possesses the secret method of increase [Six-Armed Mingzun], and after practicing five swords, his combat power increases by twenty-seven times.

With such strength, he can only rank among the top ten in Zhenlu Mountain?

"The world is dominated by my generation, and there are dragons and tigers hidden among our generation." Ming Donglou sighed leisurely.

"Is there any end to the path of Taoism and immortality?"

Speaking of this, Ming Donglou stopped suddenly, and his originally calm eyes became sharp, just like his sword.

The cold wave suddenly started, and I was looking forward to the highest mountain peak.

"There is only one cave on the highest peak, and only the strongest have always been qualified to occupy it."

"The strongest!?"

Zhou Dao followed Ming Donglou's gaze and looked over.

The solitary peak is rugged, standing in the center of the mountains, like a proud swordsman, sweeping invincibly and standing tall in the east wind.

There are more than a hundred Longhu Mountain disciples in Zhenlu Mountain, and most of them are half-way through their cultivation.

As strong as Mingdong Tower, it is only among the top ten.

As for the strongest among them, he is the owner of that cave.

"interesting."

Zhou Dao looked at the highest peak, his eyes filled with brilliance, but a trace of desire arose in his heart.

His blood warmed again.

On the road of spiritual practice, the most fearful thing is being lonely like snow, the road ahead is unclear, and there is no one to follow.

Where can I find heroes in the world? I want to compete with God.

Only passion can bring forth spirit. Who in the world can rival you?

"This place is very interesting." Zhou Dao raised the corners of his mouth and smiled brightly.

Huhuhu...

The mountain wind howled, like an invisible big hand, blowing across the mountains, causing the plants and trees to lower their heads in shock and shaking the rocks.

Behind Zhenlu Mountain, it suddenly became clear. On the ancient road, the bluestones were mottled, some were broken, some were covered with moss, and some had faint traces of blood.

Over the years, countless people have come here to pay homage, just to see a glimpse of the elegance of their predecessors.

The end of the ancient bluestone road was obscured by the mist. At a glance, it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Next to it, an ancient stone tablet stood, with two characters written on it.

"Safety!?"

Zhou Dao's eyes trembled as he looked at the ancient stone tablet. His heart beat wildly and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at the vast mist in front of him.

Deep in that depth, there was an unprecedented attraction calling him, an incomparable intensity, an incomparable desire.

"That's..." Zhou Dao murmured, somewhat unbelievable.

That strong call almost drove his instinct to step in.

"That is Ping'an Ruins, the resting place of the ancestors of Longhu Mountain!!!"