949: C949 A Dangerous Battle

C949 A Dangerous Battle

"Good martial arts, but the most important thing for cultivators is magic!"1

The Four-eyed Martial Uncle's eyes narrowed. He hadn't managed to test out Daolord Shen's true strength in just a few moves. It seemed like this kid was intentionally hiding his true strength. At the very least, he had reached the Qi Refinement realm, or else he wouldn't have been able to deal with him in such a manner.

Naturally, he wouldn't be able to make a move this time. After all, he was still an elder, and had specifically come to give pointers. Such an outcome was not in line with his ideals.

The two of them began a formal duel, and the atmosphere immediately became tense. The battle was extremely dangerous. It was a competition held once every three years in Mao Mountain. The disciples rarely used their full strength. They didn't expect that the Four-eyed Martial Uncle would be the real one.

There were a lot of legends about magic battles. It was recorded in a vertical formation. Every time people looked back, they would gain something.

In the far east region, there was a general's temple. It was full of incense and believers. One day, an unknown man came to this temple and saw that everyone was sincerely worshipping and making fun of him. Everyone ignored him, and when the man went down the mountain, he suddenly tripped.

The man got up in anger and pointed at the general's statue. He cursed at the general's statue and said that the other party had bullied the wrong person. He said that he would make fun of his father and wait to see.

The next day, the believers went to the temple to offer incense. They saw that the temple and the temple were filled with dead frogs, toads' corpses, talismans, and paper money scattered all over the ground. Even the statue of the general that they worshiped had been damaged. The next day, the believers went to the temple to offer incense, and they saw that the temple and the temple were filled with dead frogs, toads' corpses, talismans, and paper money.

The crowd discussed animatedly and carefully recalled what the man had said the day before. They pointed out that it must have been the man's doing and asked around. What was the man's name? Which village did he come from? They asked about the man's hometown. The villagers said that in the end, when they saw him, they only saw him drawing talismans at home. They kept repeating it. [He talked nonsense about going against me... but we never met again.]

Things could not be resolved. The temple's statue was damaged, and the villagers reconstructed the statue. But 'there is no longer the phenomenon of fulfillment of all the wishes and incense offerings.' As time passed, the worshippers were also gone. After a few years... The temple is going to be rebuilt. The villagers suddenly realized that there is a dark room in the temple. After opening it, they found a pile of straw. After cleaning it, they found that... There was a pile of bones buried under the straw, and beside it were dried animal corpses and talismans. At this time, the villagers came to a realization. They roughly believed that the man was fighting with the gods. Jade and stone were destroyed!

The Xiangxi region had been filled with supernatural beings since ancient times, and there were many extraordinary people hidden there. Most of them were hidden deep within, and their families didn't know much about it.

It was said that a married woman went to the well to fetch water and threw a bucket into the well. However, the bucket was spinning on the surface of the water, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't sink it. The woman tried a few times but couldn't do as she wanted. She then returned with a depressed look on her face. When the eunuch heard this, he gave the woman a yellow talisman. He also secretly told her some methods to let her go again.

When the woman returned to the well, she saw that there was indeed a pile of rocks piled up by the well. She followed Eunuch's instructions and threw the yellow talisman over. The pile of stones fell apart with a bang! The woman continued to fetch water, and the bucket became normal. After filling the bucket with water, she immediately went back. Without looking back, she quickly went home. It turned out that someone had cast a spell on the well.

About a quarter of an hour later, an old man came to pay a visit. His father-in-law had been prepared for this. A red rope hung from the heavens and the earth in the courtyard, and about four hundred kilograms of stone grindstone hung from it. Although the person used a spell to track the woman to the courtyard, upon seeing this formation... He admitted that he couldn't beat the woman, so he admitted defeat. This matter was left unsettled, and it was left unresolved.

In a mountain somewhere in Phoenix, two extraordinary people from two villages were fighting. One of them was from the upper village, while the other was from the lower village. The upper village corrected many strange techniques, such as the Mao Mountain, the Secret Art of Changing, and the Purple Thunder Lightning-Electricity Technique. The upper village did things fairly and openly.

The lower village had five ghosts to transport, Lu Ban Shu, Gu, and Qingfu books. Most of them were extreme in their actions.

The two villages in the upper and lower villages were fighting for water sources, farmland, and forests. Everything that could be fought for had to be fought for a while. They had been fighting for more than a hundred years. There were a few times of fighting, but it had stopped in recent years. Maybe it was because his economy was much better, and he did not need to rely on land to make a living.

However, in recent years, there was still a battle of laws. More than a hundred people gathered in front of the temple of Upper Village Mountain. In front of them was a magic altar in the south, and a dozen or so experts surrounded it. There were people who formed seals with their hands, some who chanted incantations, and some who wielded magical artifacts. There were some who waved sand and drew talismans. How wonderful! After about a minute, the center of the altar lit up with a golden light that no one could look directly at. The golden light rushed to the horizon and turned into a golden cloud. Three golden dragons flew out of the cloud, looking fierce and domineering. They flew straight to the village.

Of course, the village below did not just sit and wait for death. It was even livelier than the previous village. Some of their mages were beating gongs and drums, some were Sami, some were spitting fire, some were quickly circling around each other, and some were chanting very loudly.

At the same time, a strange phenomenon happened in the village above. Dark clouds covered the sky and covered the earth, transforming into three black tigers that rushed towards the village. Then, a heavy rain fell from the sky above the magic altar, accompanied by cries of alarm. The dark clouds in the western village were dense and endless. Moreover, it was not as dark as the sky and the earth. It seemed that it was the orthodox Yin magic that was the main focus.

When the golden dragon met the black tiger, neither side was willing to give in. Neither side could do anything to the other. The golden light could not shine over, nor could the clouds and rain. What a fierce battle between dragons and tigers!!

Suddenly, the spiritual energy in a radius of dozens of miles fluctuated violently. West Village had summoned the five immortals and ghosts. It seemed that they were determined to win.

The golden dragon was about to lose, and the village was about to lose. Suddenly, three dragon roars sounded. Not good, Upper Village was going to use a forbidden technique. At this critical moment, a linen robed Daoist rushed over from ten miles away. One breath was thirty meters, and two breaths were three thousand meters. In just three breaths of time, he was right in front of them. This was Daoist God Conducting Earth to Inches. The linen Daoist stretched out his left hand, and saw that his sleeves were getting bigger and bigger. He actually put the three golden dragons and the three black tigers into his sleeves. This was a profound Daoist divine ability, Universe Creator!

This time, although the black tiger could not reach the upper village, the golden dragons could not reach the lower village either. It was considered a draw. After experiencing the danger of almost perishing together, everyone expressed that it was too late to back down. They had to coexist peacefully in the future.

In the end, everyone decided to let go of their hatred and help each other. They also knew that there was always someone better than them. Don't think that you can act willfully just because you know magic. In fact, if you kill someone, you won't be able to bear the consequences.

Although the ending of the story was that people became kind, it was obvious after thinking about it. It should be because of that linen-clothed Daoist. A Deification Stage warrior came out of the factory. He had directly suppressed the two villages, and even though the hundred-year grudge between the two sects had not been resolved, he had to try his best to maintain the calm on the surface, or else he would anger a Deification Stage warrior. There was no good outcome for them.

Overall, the combat techniques were very terrifying. Some of them were accompanied by the phenomenon of the heaven and earth. Many people had lost their lives because of this. Thankfully, Daolord Shen was a bit more skilled. He had been using his weak magical power to block Master Four-Eyed's attack, neutralizing it completely.

The content came from [Miegu Reading].

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