Volume 1: Baiyujing of the Tang Dynasty Chapter 1342: The tower stands with its back to the sky, the

Volume 1: Baiyujing of the Tang Dynasty Chapter 1342: The tower stands with its back to the sky, the

"What are the restrictions?" Luo Chuan asked calmly, playing with the golden amber. ∈♦

"The glory of the holy way, only female Taoists can practice it! Luo Chuan, you have worked in vain!" Piao Meng laughed.

"Oh? Really?" Luo Chuan laughed.

"Of course, and only female Taoists with extraordinary talents and higher life levels than the nine-day cultivators can practice it." Piao Meng said.

"Oh, that's just right, I have a Taoist partner with extraordinary talents, and she is the most suitable person to practice this magical power." Luo Chuan said.

Hearing this, Piao Meng sneered: "It seems that you really don't know what is the real gift..."

She was interrupted by Luo Chuan before she finished speaking.

"Piao Meng, don't you understand yet?"

"Understand what?" Piao Meng asked vigilantly.

"Do you know why I use my apprentice as bait to capture your magical power?" Luo Chuan asked.

"Why?" Piao Meng stared at Luo Chuan, becoming more vigilant.

"Because in this way, I can concentrate on recording the secrets of magical powers without being disturbed. In this way, I will know how to capture them without destroying the magical powers themselves. I have practiced once, so the second time, it won't be so troublesome." Luo Chuan smiled brightly, his eyes were dark, and he made a move without any struggle, pressing his five fingers into claws on Piao Meng's head.

"Hmm..." Piao Meng raised her pink neck, her face twisted, and she groaned in pain.

"What are you doing!"

"Stop!"

"Um..."

The male disciple of the Holy Court was hit by Li'er's palm and his mouth was crooked before he could scream a few times.

"Holy Court... Hum, it's just another kind of red-headed crab." Li'er's eyes were full of evil spirits, and his fair and tender face played the role of a villain in a very good way.

Under the stirring of Luo Chuan's Tianmen Xuanshen and the evil soul-searching method, Piao Meng twitched all over as if he was electrocuted, and his eyelids turned up. Foaming at the mouth, strings of golden light were pulled out from her head by Luo Chuan, gathered in the palm of his hand, and turned into two balls of golden powder. In the golden powder, talismans and seal characters can be vaguely seen.

"There are actually two more magical powers... You have mastered three magical powers by yourself. You are worthy of being a saint."

Luo Chuan raised the corner of her mouth, and in the panicked eyes of the male disciples of the Holy Court, she condensed the two magical powers into "golden amber" again.

Snap!

Piao Meng fell to the ground, opened her eyes with difficulty, stared at Luo Chuan, clenched her fists, and murmured in a low voice: "Monster, monster... Another monster appeared in the Nine Heavens... Wait... What are you doing! Don't!"

Luo Chuan was not satisfied with collecting three magical powers in a row. His eyes were cast on the three male disciples of the Holy Court again.

"Don't! They can't stand it... Let them go!" Piao Meng didn't know where the strength came from, and struggled to shout loudly.

"Are you begging me?" Luo Chuan looked down at the Saint of the Holy Court, who had been so high and mighty not long ago, and asked with a smile.

Piao Meng's face froze, and he opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

"It seems that you haven't learned to beg people yet. But even if you beg me, it's useless."

Luo Chuan waved his hand and sucked up the three male disciples of the Holy Court from the ground, and mercilessly searched for traces of the magical secrets from their sea of ​​thoughts.

"One person has one, a total of three... that's all. At least I got six magical secrets this time."

"According to the level, the magical powers they practiced should be lower than yours, the lowest level of magical powers."

"Let's use the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow to classify them. From now on, their three magical powers will be the yellow-level magical powers in my hands. The three magical powers of the Saint are the Xuan-level."

"Piao Meng, am I right in this classification?"

Luo Chuan looked at Piao Meng. Soon he read something from her silence and said with a smile: "Okay, let's reclassify it. Your last two magical powers are at the Xuan level, and as for the Holy Dao Glory... Earth level? Today's harvest is not bad."

"Luo Chuan! You... You might as well kill them!"

Piao Meng looked at the junior brothers who fell to the ground with a dull look on their faces. Anger appeared on his face, and his slightly empty eyes were slightly moist.

"I won't let them die... For the time being, I can't kill your people. Let those old guys charge and provoke the Holy Court first. As for me, there is no need to show up so early, don't you think?" Luo Chuan smiled, stretched out his hand to open another space, and threw six golden ambers into it: "Protector, help me watch. No... Build a pagoda for me in the Water Palace, specifically for placing the magical powers and skills I collected."

"Yes, my lord. I wonder what this tower is called?"

The voice of the mother turtle carrying the sky came from afar, revealing respect and humility.

"Your Beitian lineage has made great contributions in guarding this place. This tower will be built in your name... Let's call it Beitian Tower." Luo Chuan waved his hand and said.

"Ah... Lord, grace, thank you Lord!" The Beitian Mother Turtle's voice was full of joy, and its gratitude was also from the heart.

Luo Chuan built a tower to hide his magical powers. Although he only has six magical powers now, in time, when Luo Chuan establishes a sect, this tower will become a holy place in the cave paradise! What an honor to name it Beitian Tower!

This Luo Chuan is different from the masters of the cave paradise in the past. He is so kind to us guardians and considerate of his servants. It is really rare... If there is a chance, I must help him comprehend the fifth space as soon as possible.

The Beitian Mother Turtle thought happily, sneaked into the Shuifu area, and cast a spell to build a tower.

The opening of the cave paradise was fleeting, but it still let Piao Meng capture a different feeling.

"You... is that... the fifth or sixth dimension? You actually have multiple dimensions in the Nine Heavens. You... do you want to rebel against the Heavenly Dao?"

"Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs; saints are unkind and regard the common people as stupid dogs. This sentence must be your concept. Your holy courts and sages preach for nine days, all of which are preaching that under the law of heaven, all things are fair. Treat everyone equally... But is there any more ridiculous lie in the world?" Luo Chuan sneered: "You occupy the way of heaven, the great righteousness, and all the best resources. Why do you treat me, the Nine Heavens monks, like ants and dogs? Why should we be inferior to you? Why should you control the way of heaven and realm!"

"There's no need to blame anyone if you want! Luo Chuan! Everything is fair under the way of heaven! Naturally, we above the way of heaven can't compare with you." Piao Meng said bravely.

"Really, everything is fair under the law of heaven? Haha, then why is there a Youyou lineage that is in charge of life and death? Why is there the invincible Arctic Emperor?" Luo Chuan looked sarcastic.

"This is because..." Piaomeng was speechless for a moment.

"What exactly is the way of heaven? A principle? A law? Or is it just a constantly changing rule?" Luo Chuan did not give Piaomeng a chance to continue thinking: "But, in this world, there are always many people like me. , I don’t like to abide by those selfish rules. The way of heaven, the Holy Court, or the sages... From the time that chessboard appeared, there will be more people like me in the past."

Piaomeng took a deep breath. Staring at Luo Chuan: "It seems that you have joined Xingyuan's Anti-Holy Alliance. You really don't know anything, you don't know about the so-called Anti-Holy Alliance..."

Before Piaomeng could finish speaking, she was interrupted again by Luo Chuan.

"There is no need to slander the Anti-Holy Alliance in front of me, and there is no need to think about estrangement... I don't have a good impression of the Anti-Holy Alliance, and of course, I have no good impression of the Holy Court."

"The Holy Court has magical powers. The Anti-Holy Alliance has magical skills. But they all cherish their skills and are unwilling to pass them on to the world easily."

"Heaven and earth are like a cage, and the nine heavens are like a pasture. If you really want to break the shackles of heaven, you can't rely on a few people or a group of people."

Luo Chuan's eyes flashed with unprecedented brilliance and he said calmly.

Zhuang Zhou, Li'er and Xue Wang looked at their master quietly. Although they seemed to understand, they all knew that the master was talking about something extremely serious and important.

"Luo Chuan, what exactly do you want to do?"

Piao Meng looked at Luo Chuan, as if she was looking at a demon who had surpassed herself and was on par with the guardians of the Holy Court, and asked the question for the unknown number of times today.

Until now. She still couldn't guess what Luo Chuan's intention was in this game.

"You'll know, though. Not now...when you wake up, everything will be different."

Luo Chuan smiled, withdrew his distant gaze, and reached out to pat Piao Meng.

Before fainting, Piaomeng's vision became hazy again, but this time she saw a different picture.

"Luo Chuan... in this round of your game... do you want to..."

Snapped!

Saint Piaomeng fainted on the ground.

Luo Chuan waved his hand. Bring Piaomeng and three other demented Holy Court disciples into the Tower of Ten Thousand Calamities Evil Spirits.

"Master...what do you need the disciples to do next?"

Li'er seemed to be particularly excited. He was too smart to ask about the fate of Saint Piaomeng, and instead asked Luo Chuan for help.

"It's really your business next time." Luo Chuan said.

Hearing this, Zhuang Zhou and the other two people looked happy at the same time.

"But it's not your fault, Zhuang Zhou, Li'er, Xiao Wang, how long can you sustain the quasi-emperor's power in your body." Luo Chuan looked at the second and third disciples.

Li'er and Xue Wang looked at each other.

"Half a stick of incense." Li'er carefully estimated and said.

"Half a stick of incense? That's enough. Li'er, Xue Wang, it's your performance time next." Luo Chuan smiled mysteriously: "The anger of the group of people outside has been stirred up. What you have to do is to kill their last His patience completely ignited their anger.”

Hearing this, Li'er and Xue Wang fell into deep thought at the same time.

"Smarter people sometimes tend to think about things in a complicated way. In fact, it's very simple. As long as you go out and escape, the people from the two camps will fight."

Luo Chuan smiled and put his hands on the backs of Li'er and Xue Wang one by one: "Get ready, remember to run farther away and keep the battlefield a little further away from Pilang City. But not too far."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Chuan opened the fourth dimension, used his hands to push Li'er and Xue Wang out.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Li'er and Xue Wang were like arrows from the string, each carrying the power of the quasi-emperor, breaking through the dome of the Immortal Mansion and flying out of the Wendao River!

The guests in the main hall were startled, and then their expressions changed drastically, and they all looked different.

Yu Yuegui, Elder Molou and others on the left looked ecstatic. Without saying a word, they flew up and led their men to chase after Luo Chuan's two disciples.

"What's going on!" Yu Youdong stood up suddenly, surprised and confused.

"They did it." Luo Chuan slowly stood up and sighed: "Prince, you still don't understand that you were teased by the Yu family."

"No wonder they gave up the fight so easily. It turned out that they had planned for a long time and wanted Prince Yin!" Kunlun Taoist gritted his teeth.

"Damn it... chase!"

Yu Youdong was furious and led everyone to fly out of the Immortal Mansion and chase outside. There were also several leaders of forces in the row where he sat who had strange expressions on their faces, obviously suspicious, but Yu Youdong was the Prince of the Arctic after all. If there was something wrong, they couldn't explain it to the Arctic Emperor, so they had to chase after him.

In a blink of an eye, the palace was deserted. In the main hall of the Immortal Palace, only Luo Chuan, Zhuang Zhou, Pi Zhenren, Old Man Yang, and Kunlun Taoist who quickly returned quietly were left. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature. The novels are better and updated faster!