Chapter 295

Late night, outside Yujing City.

On the muddy road, a Wuling Hongguang sped past, and the taillights drew a beautiful arc.

Ever since Bai Buran went in, Old Yu went to the foot of Mount Mao to contract a fish pond, Wen He stayed home, Jiang Hu often returned to the sect, and Jiang Lai was also elusive...

The Night-Not-Bright closed down, and as the company's largest asset, this car temporarily belonged to Zhang Fan.

The five-direction spiritual energy pierces the long sky, and the sun, moon, and star light turn into a rainbow.

I have to say, only after using it for a long time can one discover the charm of this 【Wuling Hongguang】.

"Brother Fan, did you visit Mount Zhongnan on this trip to Chang'an City?"

Liu Xingyu was driving, looking through the rearview mirror at Zhang Fan sitting in the back row.

The two brothers, Liu Xingyu and Liu Xingchui, were originally disciples of Mount Zhenwu; after the 【Xiao Xiaole Funeral Home】 incident, they followed Zhang Fan and were considered his own subordinate forces, one bright and one dark with Su Shiyu and Shi Shougong, which was quite effective.

Only later, as Zhang Fan's cultivation gradually succeeded, the experts he faced were all fierce criminals, and the opportunities for the two brothers to show their faces were fewer; like those two little demons, they were left in the basic market of Yujing City, taken care of by Fang Changle.

"Mount Zhongnan is worthy of being the ancestral court of the Quanzhen Dao, with a thousand meteorological phenomena and natural fusion..." Zhang Fan sighed.

He didn't just go to Mount Zhongnan on this trip, he also met experts at the Celestial Master level, and more than one.

"I heard that the successor of Mount Zhongnan, An Wuyang, is unparalleled in talent and dominates the Qin Ling Mountains; I wonder if Brother Fan saw him." Liu Xingyu asked suddenly.

In his eyes, although Zhang Fan's reputation in the Daoist sect is not obvious, his methods and cultivation are not inferior to those Daoist successors; in his heart, he is an invincible existence.

"An Wuyang... I really didn't see him." Zhang Fan shook his head.

He had also heard of this successor of Mount Zhongnan for a long time; Fang Changle, Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, and even Sui Chunsheng had mentioned him, calling him amazingly talented, famous in his youth, and having the legacy of Zhongnan.

Although Zhang Fan stayed on Mount Zhongnan for two days this time, he was unable to meet this successor of Mount Zhongnan; I suppose it was because the predestined fate had not arrived.

"How is Old Fang preparing?" Zhang Fan looked at the night outside the window and changed the subject.

"Everything is ready; I heard Brother Fang went to Mount Langya and obtained a spiritual talisman in the mountain, which was left by a Daoist senior; the opportunity is vast, and this time the promotion to the Great Being realm is almost a certainty." Liu Xingchui said in a deep voice.

Famous mountains and rivers in the world hide countless opportunities and countless Daoist remains, but ordinary people cannot encounter them at all; even if they encounter them, their soul-aspects have not awakened, and it is difficult to discover them.

Fang Changle worked hard for this breakthrough, not only returning to Mount Mao for half a month of closed-door meditation, but also letting the Liu brothers help purchase many treasures; plus the spiritual talisman he found on Mount Langya, with his foundation and preparation, everything fell into place.

"Finally about to take this step." Zhang Fan muttered softly.

Outside the car window, in the vast night, Mount Luohuang gradually appeared, hidden under the clear moonlight.

Mount Luohuang, Juemiao Temple.

Ever since Mr. Nian broke the tribulation and left the mountain, this place has become completely desolate and dilapidated.

But today is different; a wisp of incense smoke rises, lingering under the faint moonlight.

Rumble...

Suddenly, a burst of explosive sound startled, and two figures flew out from the deep forest in front of the temple, landing heavily; it was Su Shiyu and Shi Shougong.

Their faces were miserable, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, but their horrified eyes were staring fixedly at the dark depths of the deep forest.

"Who is it?"

At this moment, Xiao Qiji and Jiang Hu rushed out of the Juemiao Temple.

Today is the big day for Fang Changle to break through the realm; they, including Su Shiyu and Shi Shougong, are responsible for guarding the pass, just to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

But who would have thought that in this Yujing City, on Mount Luohuang, changes would still happen.

"The east wind blows softly, spreading the noble light; the fragrant mist is empty and dim, and the moon turns the corridor."

Just at this moment, a slow voice came from the deep forest, ethereal and winding.

"Fang Changle, you really found a good place."

As the voice fell, a woman walked over stepping on the moonlight, wearing a high ponytail, stepping on Martin boots, light gray high-waisted jeans wrapping her straight long legs, and a white shirt under the night wind, making her bumpy and exquisite figure appear looming; her skin was fair, the bridge of her nose was steep, but the tip of her nose was unexpectedly round and blunt, like a small lotus tip pinched out of white porcelain, and her deep bright eyes were shining with a different kind of brilliance, revealing a transcendent and dusty air, hiding sharpness.

"Who are you?" Xiao Qiji's expression was solemn, looking at the two demons who were injured and fell, but his cold gaze fell on this woman of unknown origin.

"This woman is not simple; her methods are terrifyingly high." Shi Shougong gritted his teeth, his face as miserable as white paper.

Just now, he and Su Shiyu did not even last a single breath in front of this woman before being thrown out.

"Fang Changle stole a spiritual talisman on Mount Langya; I came today to break his fate of promotion, which can be considered a courtesy." The woman in white said leisurely.

"My senior brother is a successor of Mount Mao; I ask the young lady to give us some face and leave now." Jiang Hu said in a deep voice.

Today is the critical day for Fang Changle to break the realm; he does not want to create extra branches, suppressing his anger, and wanted to ask the woman to leave.

"Mount Mao... what a big name." The corners of the woman in white's mouth rose slightly, and her indifferent gaze swept over Xiao Qiji and Jiang Hu.

"Forget it, for the sake of Mount Mao, I won't make things difficult for you." The woman in white's spirit was boundless, as if filling the entire Mount Luohuang.

Whoosh...

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Qiji and Jiang Hu's expressions changed drastically; they only felt a white shadow flash before their eyes, the gale wind rose, as if a wall pushed over, and they were fiercely knocked away.

Pfft...

The two landed heavily, only feeling their internal organs churning, their throats sweet, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out; the true yang in their bodies was scattered, and they could no longer condense it.

"Expert!?"

Xiao Qiji's expression changed drastically, looking at the woman in front of him in horror.

Under the moonlight, she was heroic, and her demeanor was like a fairy falling into the world, her eyes wrapped in ethereal luster different from the secular world, as if from just now, there was no existence of them in this woman's eyes.

"I ask the fellow Daoist to stay; my Mount Mao will definitely remember today's favor." Xiao Qiji was anxious.

Now Fang Changle is at a critical moment; if he is forcibly interfered with by external forces, all his previous efforts will be wasted, and it will not be so easy to impact the Great Being realm again.

The woman in white seemed not to hear, and slowly walked towards the long-desolate Juemiao Temple.

"Consider yourself capable, actually chasing here."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the depths of the Juemiao Temple; it was Fang Changle.

Fortune comes to the heart, disaster arises from the divine sense.

At this time of closed-door meditation and breaking the realm, he felt something, divided his mind, and shouted sternly.

"Fang Changle, you are a successor of Mount Mao; I will see how your fortune defies heaven and how you can break today's tribulation."

The woman in white said indifferently, her wonderful steps horizontal, and finally stepped into the Juemiao Temple.

Rumble...

Almost at the same time, a burst of violent thunder rose into the sky, and arcs of surging light like dragons and snakes rising from the land, continuous and vertical, turned into a barrier, blocking in front of the woman in white.

"Mount Mao Thunder Prison Talisman!" The woman in white could not help but stop.

The mysterious talismans hide in the empty mountain, one thunder leads to ten thousand demons cold.

Among all Daoist methods, the thunder method is the greatest; a point of thunder light enters the talisman, attracting all tribulations to refine the prison, emptying ten thousand ghosts, beheading groups of demons, the Shenxiao Mansion is unforgiving, and this talisman method turns into a thunder wave.

This is a treasure of Mount Mao; one might not be able to refine one in three or five years.

This time, Fang Changle, in order to break through to the Great Being realm, spent a lot of money to invite a Thunder Prison Talisman from Mount Mao.

Rumble...

The violent thunder roared, actually rubbing against the air, sparking brilliant sparks, and terrifying forces raged around, tearing the ground under his feet.

Such a thunder barrier, like a natural chasm, blocked in front of the woman in white.

"Good thunder method." The woman in white's pupils reflected the dark purple brilliant thunder, and her hair could not help but stand up.

"You go, when my realm is achieved, there will be a way to speak."

Fang Changle's voice came from inside the Juemiao Temple.

"Just by this?"

The corners of the woman in white's mouth rose slightly, revealing a playful smile.

Just at this moment, she formed seals with both hands and muttered words in her mouth.

"Marshal Tian Peng Marshal Tian Peng, Nine Yuan Evil Pass."

"Five Ding Dusi, Gao Diao Bei Weng."

"Seven Politics and Eight Spirits, Supreme Vast Fierceness."

"Long-skulled giant beast, hand holding the Emperor Bell."

The incantations sounded like thunder, the secret methods were like hidden currents; under the moonlight, everyone widened their eyes, looking at the mysterious woman in white, their eyes revealing unconcealable surprise.

Especially Jiang Hu, his eyes trembling, almost unable to control himself.

Such arts, such secret incantations... he was too familiar with them.

"Great Northern Emperor Law! Marshal Tian Peng Divine Incantation!?"

Jiang Hu's heart suddenly rose with stormy waves.

Eighty years ago, the Daoist sect suffered a great tribulation, and the Northern Emperor Law became a swan song.

Back then, Jiang Hu was expelled from Mount Mao, and by chance, he met a strange person and was taught the Great Law; later, he passed this law to Zhang Fan, so in the world today, there is only this lineage, and no other family.

However, right now, this woman actually performed the Northern Emperor Law.

There are millions of Daoist transmission methods, and the Xuan Tian Northern Emperor is the first to kill.

Rumble...

Thunder shook, and the moonlight was crushed.

Behind the woman in white, a phantom suddenly floated in the air, with three heads and six arms, long skulls and fangs, holding magical instruments, with vast divine power.

Bang bang bang...

That terrifying phantom moved horizontally and vertically with the woman in white, and the terrifying power was like destroying dry weeds and rotten wood, actually tearing the thunder barrier in front of her alive.

"Broken!"

Xiao Qiji, Jiang Hu, Shi Shougong, Su Shiyu... everyone's expressions changed drastically, and their hearts skipped a beat.

The mysterious woman in front of them was too strong, carrying the Northern Emperor Law, refining the Marshal Tian Peng Incantation, and even the Mount Mao Thunder Prison Talisman could not stop her steps; her methods were truly domineering and fierce, with no taboos.

"Hell, what is the origin and path of this woman?"

"How did such an expert suddenly appear in Yujing City?"

"Finished, can't stop it."

Countless thoughts crossed and rose, and everyone's hearts sank to the bottom in an instant.

Rumble...

The disintegrated and scattered thunder did not stop the woman's pace; she stepped on the moonlight, like a leisurely stroll, walking towards the depths of the Juemiao Temple.

"Marshal Tian Peng Marshal Tian Peng, Nine Yuan Evil Pass."

"Five Ding Dusi, Gao Diao Bei Weng."

"Seven Politics and Eight Spirits, Supreme Vast Fierceness."

Just at this moment, another incantation sounded, the macro sound was vast, sweeping through the mountains, rivers, and forests, actually exactly the same as the method performed by the woman in white.

"Northern Emperor!?"

The woman in white changed color slightly, her forward pace finally stopped; she turned her head, and saw under the moonlight, a man stepping on the flowing wind, who else could it be but Zhang Fan?

"Brother Fan!"

"President Fan!!"

"Boss Fan!!"

Everyone's eyes lit up and they whispered low.

In the night, under the moonlight, two figures looked at each other, and everything needed no words.

Rumble...

Suddenly, the woman in white moved; her figure flickered, as if melting into the wind in the mountain, merging into the moon in the sky.

Almost at the same time, Zhang Fan also moved, fast as red fire, running like thunder.

Two figures fiercely collided together, the Marshal Tian Peng Divine Incantation echoed in the wilderness, and the Northern Emperor Law appeared in the world again.

Everyone was dazed, and saw in the void, there seemed to be two light shadows flickering, three heads and six arms, angry and formed, holding magical instruments, of the same sect and origin, fiercely colliding in one place.

Rumble...

Fire was born in the void, seeming false and true, and all kinds of strange phenomena dissipated into nothingness.

Zhang Fan and the woman in white crossed each other, one landed in the temple, one stepped on the bamboo forest, separated by the faint moonlight, away from the vast wilderness, looking at each other, staring at each other in a deep voice.

"There are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Yujing City; man, you have successfully attracted my attention."

The woman in white stepped on the bamboo forest, a leaf like a flat boat, carrying her figure up and down; the deep and ethereal gaze just now became soft, staring at Zhang Fan with interest.

"Who exactly are you?" Zhang Fan whispered in a deep voice.

"We will meet again."

As the voice fell, that white dress drifted away, like a beautiful ghost, disappearing into the vast deep mountains.

Zhang Fan took a step, just about to chase after her.

Rumble...

Just at this moment, a terrifying aura rose into the sky.

Zhang Fan suddenly turned his feet, looked back, and saw a soul-aspect rising from the Juemiao Temple, wrapped in firelight, amazing as a red dragon, and the mysterious talisman was like being forged in a true furnace, tempered a hundred times, finally completely turning that red dragon into the soul-aspect.

"Red Dragon Fire Talisman... Brother Fang finally completely integrated the Red Dragon Fire Talisman!"

Xiao Qiji and Jiang Hu looked at each other; as disciples of Mount Mao, only they knew how heavy this moment was.

Hum...

At this moment, that floating soul-aspect seemed to have new life vitality, like a heartbeat, like a withered tree meeting spring, a brilliance originating from the true self rose from the inside out, slowly rising.

That brilliance was like a natural star, eternal and inextinguishable, mysterious and difficult to end.

"Soul-aspect sexual light!" Zhang Fan sighed; he was too familiar with this scene.

"Old Fang finally took this step."

From this moment on, Fang Changle finally officially stepped into the ranks of the Great Being realm, returning to the first echelon of the young generation.

"Hahaha, Zhang Fan, you are indeed my lucky star; you came back just in time."

Just at this moment, that floating soul-aspect returned to the Juemiao Temple, and immediately after, a wild laugh suddenly sounded, from far to near, echoing in the Juemiao Temple.

(End of chapter)