According to the monks, no matter what path they take, the so-called three thousand great way, the end point they go is the origin of the great way, which is very similar to the martial arts of warriors.

Warriors often use fish to leap the dragon gate to describe a warrior who crosses a bottleneck, just like a carp leaps over a dragon gate, and then takes off his body and turns into a dragon genus.

And every time the monks reach the level, they will get equally significant improvement.

For example, the Three Lords of Moving Mountain, Hongchen, and Dongling, they are the Immortal Lords. They have separated from ordinary cultivators and become true immortal masters. They have already had their own understanding of the immortal Dharma and immortal way they have learned, and have extracted their own unique power from it.

Donglingjun's magic of immortal swords, Hongchenjun's red dust guise, and Mount Jun's Wujun treasure body are all manifestations of this "magic power". They have reached the extreme height of the conventional immortal path.

If you want to take a step forward, you have to "return" to explore, both exploring the origin of the immortal path and pursuing the illusory avenues, so as to achieve further breakthroughs in the life form and strength level.

The ancestor is an immortal.

This is a great level higher than the Immortal Lord.

In the era of cultivation, the Immortal Lord means that he has come into contact with the Great Dao. Although it may be just superficial knowledge, it is enough to allow the ancestor to move from conventional power to more magical "magic powers".

This is a real qualitative change.

The essence of the ancestor's great way is the art of change. The Lord of Chaoshan told Shen Qiu a long time ago that during the battle of Lin'an, Shen Qiu also saw the art of change of the ancestor with his own eyes.

It looks like the seventy-two changes in Shen Qiu's memory. Of course, this is not the same level of power, but it already has that smell.

"boom"

The blood-red battle aura burst out. This time, the one who was at the forefront was not Chun Yangzi who defeated the enemy with the skill of speed, but a small iron wearing Tiangang armor.

He had also cultivated the great success of the dragon and tiger fighting spirit, fighting with the ancestor, and colliding with the same source of force, just like two storms fighting each other, blowing the entire nine-story wooden building before the flying sand and stones.

The fierce and sharp dragon and tiger fighting spirits blend and collided with each other, annihilated each other. Xiao Tie held the Juque in his hand and used his body tempered with the holy fire to fight in front of him, which was theoretically considered the dragon and tiger treasure body of his master.

With Juque's hard work, he regrets the blood-colored spear in the hands of the ancestor.

When it comes to martial arts, Xiao Tie is not top-notch, but in terms of natural brute force, even Shen Qiu, who has cultivated into the treasure body of Wu Jun, is not Xiao Tie's opponent.

Talent is unreasonable.

Faced with the fierce and fierce attack of the ancestor who did not speak the rules, everyone present could barely resist one or two of them.

He withstood the pressure in front, and behind the flank, there were Tianlist masters who were desperate to attack.

Tai'a's sword energy, the shaking tiger roar, the monster blood light, and Chun Yangzi's double punches, all kinds of killer moves came layer by layer.

On this battlefield, there are still piano sounds echoing, and the lingering sounds are faint, turning into musical illusions, covering the ancestor layer by layer. Although the effect is very little, it can always resolve the magical power of the ancestor's treasure body.

Yang Tao ignited a golden fire with his ten fingers. Every time he played the strings, a flaming sound blade suddenly rose, either attacking the ancestor or falling into the mountain road to fight. The head teacher seemed leisurely, but in fact he was also nervous.

Seeing that the ancestor knocked back Xiao Tie with one punch, the ground under his feet collapsed and rushed towards him, Yang Tao flashed into a fire, dissipated and appeared in another place.

The left hand holds the Luoyueqin and the right hand plucks the strings faster.

"Madam, is that just watching?"

While participating in the siege, the head teacher was still in the mood to chat with Mrs. Tong Tang. The latter stood on the edge of the battlefield, just like watching the scenery. When he heard Yang Tao ask, the wife sighed.

She said:

"My witch technique is useless to the dragon and tiger treasure body, and there are no magic weapons in my hand, so it is also causing trouble when I go up. Maybe here is your squadron.

On the contrary, you, Yang Tao, agreed to come to fight.

But you didn't even move your trump card, just playing the broken piano, soft and unrestrained. You didn't see the majesty of fighting against two against one on the same day, and Wujiu's sprinting to run away with his head in his arms.

Could it be that the head teacher also learns to cheat and reap the benefits of the fisherman?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the lady raise her hand and pop up something. In the howling wind, a crystal worm landed on Xiao Tie's neck. She bit her mouth hard, like injecting some kind of liquid into Xiao Tie's body.

Xiao Tie, who was dizzy by the ancestor's punch, seemed to have been injected with stimulants. His already strong body seemed to expand again at this moment, squeezed into the Tiangang armor.

He dragged Juque, like a beast's roar, jumped up on the spot, smashing hard behind the ancestor who was chasing Zhang Chu and beating him hard. He raised Juque, like a war hammer falling, without any more rules.

The ancestor turned around and punched Juque's sword blade, knocking the heavy sword to the ground.

Xiao Tie simply raised his fists, his eyes red, and flew more than a dozen fists at the ancestor while the holy fire was burning. The ancestor also dispersed the spear in his hand and clenched his fists.

In this bloody battle aura, he punched each other without any defense.

After five breaths, Xiao Tie was knocked away more than ten feet away and smashed to the ground. The Tiangang armor on his body was in pieces, and the residual armor was covered with fist marks.

"Well, it's a little worse."

Yang Tao, who was playing the piano in one hand, shook her head. Seeing Xiao Tie's embarrassing, she slapped it casually. The burning fire in Xiao Tie's body that was hitting the ground was like being urged by invisible force.

The next moment, another healing force surged, allowing Xiao Tie to recover from the external injuries.

He jumped up from the ground, and the stimulation effect of the madam's thrown into the worm was also weakened a little, which restored Xiao Tie's mind. He looked up at the sidelines, and Yang Tao looked at him with a smile, which changed Xiao Tie's face.

The grudge between himself and Yang Tao and Shiyin's face that was taken away appeared in Xiao Tie's mind, making him hold the heavy sword in his hand tightly. Unfortunately, this is not the time to care about personal grudges.

So, the next moment, Xiao Tie, whose injuries were all recovered, lifted Juque, led out the active life in his body, wrapped it on the heavy sword without a sharp edge, and let Juque burn.

He also used the sword technique to strike the ancestor with the style of Canghai Shuo, and slashed and slashed.

At this time, the field was full of fun and the killer moves were not restrained. The mountain was rolled here, and the nine-story secret wooden building seemed strange.

He stood intact in such a killing place, completely unaffected by the aftermath of the battle.

The ancestor was besieged by everyone and used his fighting spirit to defend the enemy, making him seem idle and strolling. He was adapting and quickly adapting to this form of close combat. Even if the fighting spirit is broken through and the sharp blade hits him, it will not damage his body.

"Clang"

The keen perception brought by the treasure body made the ancestor face the attacks behind him and responded quite concisely and clearly. The scorching heat came from behind him. The ancestor turned around and punched him, hitting Juque's sword.

Xiao Tie's brute force splashing the sky and bombarding head-on, just like before, did not leave any scars on the treasure body. However, in addition to the Juque sword blade, there was another kind of power tumbling.

"Tear"

While the little iron flew backwards, burning black marks appeared on the skin of the ancestor's fist, as if the flesh and blood were ignited, and there was a burning smell. The burning and painful feeling caused by touching the flames with empty hands also made the ancestor frown.

He stepped into the ground with one foot, and the ground cracked, like a trampling of war, forcing several people to retreat, while he himself stopped in place, watching the scorch marks healed rapidly on his fist.

Finally, the ancestor's eyes fell on the little iron rushing towards him, holding the burning Juque.

To be precise, it was on the golden fire wrapped in the heavy sword.

"Thousand-year Holy Fire! The Lord of Fire..."

The ancestor moved his fingers and felt a hint of threat.

In addition to the secret method of breaking spirit mastered by Chen Qiu, a second type of power that can cause damage to him appeared on this battlefield, both of which are fire treasures that have been passed down from thousands of years ago to this day.

Holy Fire.

This thing can hurt him.

Very hot, like a hand touching a fire.

"Swish"

The stones under the ancestor's feet quietly disappeared, and the huge force pushed the body, and in an instant, it shone like space, crossed more than ten feet, appeared beside Xiao Tie, clenched his fist, took a killing punch, and knocked it down towards his calf.

He made a fist and easily brought a sound explosion. Before the killing punch came, Xiao Tie felt like a mountain bumping towards him.

With his now tempered body...

Can't stop it!

He will die if this punch comes out!

The warrior's instinct was calling the police wildly, but Xiao Tie could no longer dodge, and his fist came towards him and there was no hope at all.

Then, the masters flashed into the battlefield again.

The cooperation was extremely exquisite. He used the Tai Chi to defend the ancestor and defeated the ancestor with a punch. Wujiu Juzi raised his hands, and six black chains flew out from his arm, with flying claws, one on the ancestor's shoulders, one on the left and one on the right.

While Chun Yangzi was taking the punch instead of Xiao Tie, Juzi and Mustard Monk cooperated to exert force at the same time. Amid the shouts, the six chains were stretched straight.

The moment the two Heavenly List locked the ancestor's fists, the Master Wangchuan, who turned into the deadliest assassin, was filled with blood, but the evil roared, bringing the bitter cold sword intent.

There are also purple lights flashing, dancing in the air, like cutting the world.

The cold air was everywhere, but the sword intent did not slow down the ancestor's reaction. The two figures passed by. Chun Yangzi and Juzi were also shook away by the huge force. The Taoist priest was shocked by the battle energy and staggered to the ground. He took a few steps back before he stood firm.

Tai'a Jian came out of his hand and inserted it on the ground, and there was an extra bloody scar on the ancestor's right shoulder.

This is his first time being injured.

In shock and anger, the ancestor raised his arms and waved his fists like a huge rock rolling down, causing the six chains tensed on his arms to break open in an instant.

And just as the chains collapsed, the two opportunists who had been secretly observing the battlefield finally seized the opportunity they wanted!

One old, the other young.

Two figures appeared from the golden flames,

Come out with the power of Xiao Iron.

But no matter whether it is Yang Tao who has been soaked in the way of the Holy Fire for decades or Zhang Chu, who has obtained the strange holy fire and burned out his potential lifeline, these two people have much deeper control over the use of the holy fire as a killing force than the small iron that uses the holy fire to defend more.

"Swish"

The black-clad national master Zhang Chu used his finger as a knife and turned into a firing move behind the ancestor. The golden flames with the intention of falling leaves turned into a long flame sword, flashing through the ancestor's body.

Yang Tao, with Luo Yueqin on her back, chose to attack from the front. The old man who had been sucking in the fish finally showed his true skills.
To be continued...