Chapter 606: Golden Light Array, Real Dragon Pulling a Cart

Yuhuang Mountain, Taiping Temple.

This is the place where the master of Taiping Temple practices in seclusion. Except for his disciples, few people set foot here. Even the princes and nobles have to stop outside the mountain gate.

Because the master likes quietness.

But today's Taiping Temple is very lively. From time to time, you can see streams of light flying through the sea of ​​clouds, and wisps of energy rising, landing at the mountain gate and turning into walking.

Some are pale-faced Taoists, some are monks in hemp robes, cloud shoes, and bamboo boats. They are full of energy and extraordinary.

Those who can come to participate in Luotian Dajiao are not ordinary people. The lowest level of cultivation is the fourth realm. In the secular world, they are all extremely rare masters.

They either travel around or establish sects. Each of them is a well-known figure in the cultivation world. It is difficult to see them at ordinary times, but now they are all gathered together.

It is really the title of national teacher and national religion that attracts too many people.

Even if they can't get it, it's a blessing to witness an unprecedented event and see the fierce competition among many senior masters.

If the emperor hadn't considered the limited capacity of Taiping Temple and specially sent people to arrange a formation that only the fourth realm can pass through, I'm afraid that all the cultivators in the world could fill up the entire Yuhuang Mountain.

Even so, the inn at the foot of the mountain is still full of cultivators below the fourth realm. Some even prefer to sleep on the streets to stay here, just hoping to witness this unprecedented event in person.

"Pine Crane Taoist, Bloody Mountain Man, Snow Mountain Strange Monk, Four Saints of Linhai..."

The ordinary cultivators at the foot of the mountain have been watching those who go up the mountain, and they are amazed.

Those who can cultivate the golden elixir are rare big figures in their eyes. They can fly in the clouds and mist, and fly into the sky. They have a bit of the demeanor of immortals.

"But even these big shots have to get down and walk up to the gate of Taiping Temple."

"Is there no one who can fly up directly?"

"Of course there is. As long as you can pass through the golden light formation set up by the master of the temple at the gate, you can fly directly to the top of Yuhuang Mountain without any obstacles and be received by His Majesty and the master of the temple."

"I heard that this golden light formation is a unique formation that the master of the temple took the artistic conception of the golden light of the sea of ​​clouds on Yuhuang Mountain and refined it with the strange light of the four poles of the world. Only a sixth-level real person can break it. In the past few days, some fifth-level masters have tried to break through the formation, but all failed and finally walked up the mountain in disgrace."

"Is there no one who has succeeded in breaking the formation?"

"Of course there is. I can tell you're new here, and you don't even know this."

A chubby man with a simple face smiled and continued, "The monk Tongji from Baiyun Temple did get through, and brought a little monk with him. When the Ming Wang Dharma was unfolded, even the Golden Light Array couldn't do anything."

"Ming Wang Dharma? I heard that Yue Ming Wang from the Imperial Observatory and the monk Tongji had a duel to decide the real Ming Wang. Now that Tongji's magic power has arrived, Yue Ming Wang won't be afraid, right?"

The chubby man's eyes suddenly condensed, revealing a hint of danger, and his temperament changed drastically. He had a very inconsistent iron-blooded temperament, which made the person who said this jump in his heart.

"Our Yue——"

The man seemed to want to say something, but suddenly raised his eyebrows, looked at the horizon with interest, and sneered, "There are really blind people who want to break through the formation."

There was a thunder in the sky, and a figure surrounded by lightning flew towards the mountain, and did not stop even at the mountain gate.

In an instant, golden lights emerged from the sea of ​​clouds, magnificent and dazzling. From a distance, it looked like a rare beauty in the world, but in fact, each ray of golden light was extremely heavy. When so many of them gathered together, even a mountain would be crushed.

If one's cultivation level did not reach the sixth realm of descending the Holy Infant, he could not bear such heavy golden light, and finally he could only land obediently and worship the mountain on foot.

Flying is prohibited here.

But there are always people who do not believe in evil, such as the hot-tempered Lei Fa monk.

He used the thunder escape technique, which was originally very fast. He could fly to the top of the mountain in a blink of an eye, hoping to rely on speed to forcibly break the formation and reach the top of the mountain before the golden light formation reacted.

Although he was not a sixth-level real person, he was also at the peak of the fifth realm. Recently, he had a breakthrough in seclusion and realized the extreme speed of thunder escape. He was confident that he could break the formation and climb the mountain with a fifth-level body, and become famous all over the world!

But he still underestimated the formation set up by the Taiping Temple Master himself.

Although the thunder escape was powerful and the momentum was unstoppable, it was still getting slower and slower when it was only ten feet away from the top of the mountain, as if it was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't get out.

The Taoist could see the eyes of the people on the mountain not far away. Some were indifferent, some were curious, and some were laughing.

It was as if he was looking at a clown who didn't know his own abilities.

The Taoist's face turned red and he was furious. Those who practiced thunder magic always had a bad temper and were the strongest. How could he endure such humiliation?

He shouted angrily, pinched his hands, hid his five fingers, and pinched the Heavenly Thunder Art.

Boom!

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, blasted through the clouds, and fell on him.

The people below the mountain also saw his true face.

"It turned out to be Yu Yangzi, the headmaster of the Fumo Palace in Yanzhou. I know him. He is a fierce man who is very good at thunder magic. He killed so many demons in Yanzhou that almost no demons dared to enter!!"

"Tsk tsk, it is said that he wanted to learn thunder magic from Feixian Cave, but was rejected. In a fit of anger, he joined the Fumo Palace, which is the second best thunder magic, and vowed to surpass Feixian Cave in thunder magic. Although he has not yet achieved it, he is already a rare master in the world!"

"I wonder if he can get through this golden light formation?"

Amid the discussion of the crowd, Yu Yangzi let out a long howl, and his Taoist robe was completely wrapped in thunder. Lightning flashed on every strand of his hair, and his beard and hair were erect, accompanied by sharp thunder.

His skin even showed a charred color, and it was obvious that he had pushed the thunder method to the extreme, so that he could not fully control it.

The stagnant figure moved forward again, and flew forward several feet, and the top of the mountain was clearly visible.

However, the golden light soon gained the upper hand again. The stronger the lightning, the heavier the golden light seemed to be, pressing him to move, and even descending a little bit.

Yu Yangzi was unwilling to give up, and shouted angrily again and again, and even bit his tongue and spurted out blood, but it was of no use.

Just when he was desperate, he suddenly felt his whole body loosen up, and the golden light around him, like an ocean, seemed to be facing a great enemy, and all rushed in one direction.

Turning his head, he saw that it was a black carriage, walking on the clouds.

The golden light shone on the horse pulling the cart, and actually revealed the figure of a black dragon.

The dragon roared, and the wind and clouds moved.

But the golden light became stronger and stronger, and finally made the real dragon pulling the cart stop.

At this moment, a white and slender hand slowly stretched out from the curtain, holding a purple-gold gourd.

"The light of the four poles gathered at one time. Such a magnificent scene, does Madam like it?"

"Since Madam likes it, then I will ask the master to borrow it."

The next moment, the purple-gold gourd bloomed with thousands of brilliance, like a whale sucking water, swallowing all the golden light of the surrounding sea of ​​clouds.

Each ray of golden light weighed a thousand kilograms. Even the best storage magic weapon would be as heavy as a mountain after collecting the golden light, and it could not be moved at all.

However, the hand holding the purple-gold gourd was very calm from beginning to end, and even shook it slightly.

As light as nothing.

"The golden light is good, but it's a pity that it's still a little less."

The person in the car sighed softly, as if he had some regrets.

"The world in the gourd is too dark, how is this little light different from a firefly?"

The real dragon pulled the carriage and landed on the top of the mountain.

Without the cover of the golden light of the sea of ​​clouds, many people saw that at the moment the carriage landed, the crowd on the top of the mountain all stood up and automatically made way.

Those big figures who were high and mighty in their eyes were actually a little... nervous at this moment?

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