281. Seems to be married

"how?"

Yan Dzizhu sent a chill: Do you think he still remembers Ling Suer?

Wang Chong thought to himself: "No way! After all, he is still his disciple.

The handsome great monk Tie Li, Patriarch, laughed wildly and said: "Disciple Hongye! I will open my doors today and recruit three thousand disciples. You will be the second disciple and let Ji Guanying be the senior brother..."

Little novice monk Hongye smiled and said, "Master! You were beaten just now, so you need to refresh your memory."

Patriarch Tieli glanced at the young novice monk and said decisively: "That's good, you are the founding disciple of my master."

The little novice monk Hongye put his palms together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said: "Master, let's go out and take a look at the two junior brothers."

Wang Chong put his hand on his forehead. Now he finally knew why he dared to play the Dzi Bead blindly.

Ancestor Tieli really had a big problem, and it is conceivable that these problems were caused by playing the Dzi Bead.

Playing the Dzi Bead must have swallowed up the three strongest distractions of Patriarch Tieli, which would lead to such consequences, making the old Buddha completely unreliable.

Yan Dzizhu sent a chill: Take Han Yan and leave quickly.

As soon as Wang Chong pulled Han Yan, she transformed into a thunder rainbow and escaped from the Tongtian Hall in an instant. Yan Dzizhu showed the way several times, and finally broke out of the wall and reappeared in front of Tianyuan Cliff.

Yan Dzizhu sent a chill: It's okay, okay, I didn't point you to the wrong way. If I pointed you to fly out of the Poison Dragon Temple, it would be very bad.

Wang Chong felt that the true energy was growing in his body, and he hurriedly transformed the power of the Tianfu Book into the magic power of the Classic of Mountains and Seas. The surging mountain and sea zhenqi condensed into four layers of mountains and seas, and with enough remaining power, it directly broke open the two gang veins.

After Wang Chong broke through the Dayan, he had not yet opened more Gang meridians, but now he had opened two more, and he was very happy.

Han Yan, who was pulling in his hand, rolled her eyes slightly, showed a smile, and shouted: "Hey! Why are we here?"

Wang Chong relaxed his hands, and seeing Han Yan's confused face, he asked tentatively: "Do you know what happened?"

Han Yan's eyes were blurred, and she said after a while: "I remember that we seemed to be married, but I don't remember the rest. It's so weird."

Wang Chong sweatdropped and thought to himself: "How could you remember such a bizarre thing?"

However, he knew that Han Yan did not remember what happened in Tianyuan Cliff, so he felt relieved and replied: "This must be something wrong with Tianyuan Cliff."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Tianyuan cliff behind him suddenly collapsed, as if something had been taken away.

The mountain wall, which stood thousands of feet tall, collapsed into fragments of rocks. The casual cultivators surrounding Tianyuan Cliff were horrified and flew into the air together for fear of being buried in the rocks.

Although these people all have some cultivation, they are just ordinary monks after all. Their physical bodies have not yet arrived and they can be buried alive by landslides without dying.

Wang Chong thought to himself: "When did I become a crow's beak, and I actually said it was broken? It really collapsed!"

The Tianyuan cliff collapsed, the rumbling sound continued, and the dust and smoke rose. Suddenly, a voice rang in his ears. Wang Chong concentrated to listen, and it was the little novice monk Hongye.

He said lightly: "My master has taken away the traces of heaven left here by Wang Zhidao. I want to work with my master to refine the traces of heaven, which will require decades of seclusion. Thanks to the help of fellow Taoists, our master Only the disciples can get out of trouble, Hong Ye has no way to repay me, so I will give my fellow Taoist a small magic weapon that he has been practicing at will for hundreds of years."

Wang Chonggang wanted to say that he had already received the Yin-Yang Heavenly Talisman Sword newly deduced by Tieli Patriarch, so how could he have the nerve to accept another gift, so he quickly tightened his grip and added an extra scroll.

Wang Chong said in his heart: "Such good intentions are disrespectful, so I have to accept it first." He threw the scroll into the Taihao ring, thanked him silently, and flew side by side with Han Yan, leaving the Tianyuan cliff.

As for those casual cultivators who have comprehended the Tianyuan Cliff, they have nothing to do with it.

Wang Chong dispersed the art of rainbow transformation and wielded swords with Han Yan. He also wielded a Bingling sword. Within an hour, he saw the Xuanshuang Cave again.

They came and went to Tianyuan Cliff once, and were delayed for several days. The timing of their return was slightly worse, and they saw Xuan Shuang's black hair again.

Wang Chong saw the black cold wave gushing into the sky. He stopped his sword light from a distance and said to Han Yan: "I'm afraid I won't be able to get in again today."

Han Yan pursed her lips and smiled: "It doesn't matter if you wait another day and a half."

Wang Chong released the raft of Liuyin Yuanling, and the two of them got on it and meditated separately.

Wang Chong tempered his Qi and felt that he had made a great progress. He was quite happy. He remembered the last scroll given by Zen Master Hongye, so he took it out and unfolded it casually.

On the scroll, there are two large characters written in the true text of Tusita - Ten Immortals!

Wang Chong was slightly shocked and unfolded the entire scroll, only to see that it was blank. If it were anyone else, he would definitely not know what this scroll was, but Wang Chong was from Dulong Temple after all, and he immediately guessed that it was a scroll of the Ten Immortals Formation.

It's just that Zen Master Hongye hasn't refined the formation spirit yet. If Wang Chong can refine the formation spirit and turn it into an immortal, the power of this scroll formation diagram will definitely be no less than the mountain-suppressing formation of Dulong Temple.

Just want to refine the formation spirit, how difficult is it?

Although Wang Chong knew that this was a supreme treasure, he couldn't use it for a while, so he still used Taihao Ring to collect it.

With Han Yan by his side at this time, he couldn't figure out the newly acquired Yin Yang Tian Fu Sword Technique. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered the twelve steps to enter the Tao.

Wang Chong secretly thought to himself: "Although the twelve postures of entering the Tao are superficial, the secrets contained in the sword are in the same line as the Yin Yang Tianfu Sword re-created by Patriarch Tieli. Each sword movement contains a secret. Spells.”

Wang Chong suddenly remembered the second natal spell he had perfected, and secretly thought: "If we could add a spell to each form of the Yuanyang Sword Art, this sword art... would not be Yin Dingxiu's. That is my Yuanyang Sword Art, Wang Chong."

Although Wang Chong thought of this way out, after a little deduction, he felt that there were countless clues and no way to start. After all, he is Dayan, how can he compare to Patriarch Tieli?

Ancestor Tieli was able to create a brand-new Yin-Yang Heavenly Talisman Sword that could transmit the twelve steps of entering the Tao. How could Wang Chong, a great sage in the Taiyi Realm, be able to learn how to walk with his cultivation level?

After thinking for a while, Wang Chong thought to himself: "Even if the Yuanyang sword technique cannot be re-deduce, at least the twelve steps of entering the Tao can be used publicly."

Wang Chong shook his hand casually, and the sword light of the Bingling Sword rushed up. He moved from the Qingfeng Mingyue Style, to the Heart to Heart Sword Style, and then to the Shukuchi Sword Style, gaining more and more experience.

In fact, Wang Chong does not lack swordsmanship, he just lacks sword techniques that can be used publicly. Although the twelve postures of entering the Tao are superficial, they are enough for him.