The purpose of the Sun Wandering God was already very clear at this time, that is, to let Zhang Daoran retreat from the difficulties and walk out of the Dongyue Emperor Dojo. At that time, Zhang Daoran will not only have a ruined reputation, but will no longer be able to destroy the source of the belief in the Sun Wandering God.

"Could it be that Zhang Zhenren, who is famous all over the world, is not as good as his master?"

As the saying goes, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. If you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster. The world is big, and there are many strange people and strange things. And his own master is very likely to be a real master, who is unwilling to show off his great powers and acts in a low-key manner. Zhang Zhenren's preaching, is he disdainful to listen?

The heart of the Yunxu Sect disciple was pounding: "Or rather, the master has already attained immortality?"

The aggressive attitude of the Qing cultivator who was controlled by the clone of the gods of the day at this time made the disciples of the Yunxu Sect think that their master was in control, and after the Dao method was cast, no one could solve it.

Dozens of pairs of eyes fell on Zhang Daoran, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, and the disciples of the Yunxu Sect saw Zhang Daoran with an indifferent face, and there was a faint expectation in their hearts: "Zhang Zhenren, what will you do?"

After all, Zhang Daoran is famous in the world, and he is famous among the world's Taoist sects. There is no vanity under the so-called fame, I don't know if Zhang Daoran is worthy of his name?

Zhang Daoran glanced at the Qing Cultivator lightly, what the disciples of the Yunxu Sect were thinking at this time, Zhang Daoran was clear. sighed in his heart that the disciples of the Yunxu Sect could not recognize that their master was no longer his master at this time, and he was still complacent in his heart when he saw that the Sun Wandering God had exerted his magical powers with the help of the Qing Cultivator.

When the day wandering god leaves, the Qing Dao Master becomes the real Qing Dao Master, the spiritual veins are not opened, and there is no way to practice, how should the Qing Dao Master face his disciples.

"Daoyou, this is a small way..."Zhang Daoran still sat cross-legged in the main hall and did not get up. Slowly closing his eyes, Zhang Daoran's face was solemn: "Dao spells are the embodiment of a certain realm, but Dao spells don't necessarily have to have a certain realm to be cast. And the foundation of cultivation lies in strengthening one's own body in order to be able to manifest one's own way. ”

Zhang Daoran's words were a little contradictory, and the disciples of the Yunxu Sect felt incomprehensible. And outside the main hall, the Qing Cultivator had a strange light flashing in his eyes. Zhang Daoran's meaning is very obvious. can cast Dao spells, and is very clever, not necessarily a person with a high realm. And the realm itself is profound, and it must be the Tao that can be naturally displayed.

Cultivation is divided into internal cultivation and external cultivation, while internal cultivation is the first cultivation of the realm, and then the cultivation of the Dao spells. External cultivation, on the other hand, does not pay attention to the realm of internal cultivation, and through some secret methods, even if the realm is not high, it can also cast Dao spells. Yes, the inner cultivation is immortal, and the outer cultivation becomes a demon.

Zhang Daoran's words obviously show that the Riyou God who possessed the body of the Qing Cultivator was a demon cultivator.

"Poor Dao waits for Daoyou Avenue!"

The Qing cultivator smiled slightly, didn't argue, said lightly, and then stopped talking.

Zhang Daoran's eyes, which were originally closed, suddenly opened. Two green rays of light shot out of his eyes. The green light seemed to travel through space, and when it reached the outside of the main hall, one burrowed into the ground, and the other flew up above the withered ginkgo tree. The green light that burrowed into the ground made it difficult for everyone to notice anything unusual. And the green light that flew into the air exploded, sprinkling a green mist-like indifferent brilliance.

The green brilliance is dotted and falls on the branches and leaves of the ginkgo tree, and a trace of green brilliance blends into the branches and leaves.

Under the gaze of everyone, the branches and leaves of the ginkgo tree, which had been withered yellow, slowly returned to green. The dry branches have been restored to a trace of vitality. On the branches, the ginkgo biloba, which has already died, is withered and may fall off the branches at any time. After the integration of green light, it slowly blooms with a hint of brilliance.

Outside the main hall, the Yunxu Sect disciple next to the ginkgo tree watched all this happen, his eyes widened, revealing a look of disbelief. And in the main hall, those disciples of the Yunxu Sect couldn't help but raise their feet and walked outside the main hall. When they walked out of the main hall and came to the ginkgo tree, the ginkgo tree had completely regained its original vitality......

Everyone was shocked, the Qing cultivator instantly made the ginkgo tree lose its vitality, and Zhang Daoran instantly restored the ginkgo tree, and the means were undoubtedly more clever. looked into the main hall and found that Zhang Daoran, who was originally sitting cross-legged in the main hall, had disappeared.

Suddenly, a sigh rang out from the side. Everyone turned to look, only to find that Zhang Daoran had come to them unconsciously. At this time, Zhang Daoran was leaning over and picking up the dead branch that had been broken by a disciple of the Yunxu Sect just now.

The index finger of this dead branch was completely withered at this time, and the leaves on it had fallen off, leaving only a bare branch.

"Ants and plants have life, and the finger of the Taoist friend just now has broken the ginkgo tree for more than 400 years of cultivation. "The ginkgo tree has lived for more than four hundred years, and at this time it has produced a faint scent. If there is no accident, in a few decades, or even hundreds of years, the ginkgo tree will naturally be able to enter the Tao. And Riyou Shen just used the hand of the Qing cultivator to let the faint breath of the ginkgo tree wear off, and before he became enlightened, he was strangled, Zhang Daoran felt sorry.

The Qing Cultivator's face was cloudy, and above his head, a small black vortex formed. With their eyes closed, although the disciples of the Yunxu Sect didn't know what their master was thinking, the ginkgo tree had a lifespan of hundreds of years, and it was strangled in an instant, and they also felt sympathy for the ginkgo tree.

After the surprise just now, all that remains is reflection.

Zhang Daoran looked at the ginkgo tree and smiled slightly: "You should have lived a thousand years and entered the Tao with spiritual wisdom." Living in the god dojo, you should have been blessed by the gods, but the gods don't exist, the demons are evil, and you are bad. And this matter started because of the poor road, and the poor road will give you a future......"

Zhang Daoran's hand holding the withered branch came out with green energy, and the dry branches that were originally withered flickered like green mist. Zhang Daoran gently turned the branches, as if there was infinite suction, and the dead leaves that fell on the ground were pulled by some force and flew up the branches one by one. One by one, the fallen ginkgo fruit flew up the branches and turned green in an instant.

This scene is undoubtedly more shocking than the resurrection of the ginkgo tree just now. The disciples of the Yunxu Sect around him saw Zhang Daoran's hand, and their hearts shook: "Zhang Zhenren really lives up to his reputation, the dead wood is in spring, and he lives by death!"

"A living organism is incomplete without any part of it. Zhang Daoran walked to the ginkgo tree, stood under the branch of the Yunxu Sect just now, broke the branch of the ginkgo tree, stretched out his left hand, and a flash of green energy held the broken branch, and his right hand aimed the branch of this section at the broken place, stretched out his hand and wiped it, withdrew his hands, the branches were perfectly connected together, and it was exactly the same as before it was not broken!

"Hiss......"

The Yunxu Sect's disciple looked terrified and poured out a breath of cold air.

"Zhang Zhenren, isn't he also an immortal?"

Dead wood is spring, maybe the Tao can do it. And the broken branches are renewed, and the perfect connection is perhaps even more difficult.

The broken branches continued, and the ginkgo trees swayed their branches and leaves without wind, and there was a rumbling sound. At this time, the Qing cultivator, who had been closing his eyes, opened his eyes. The power of faith was condensed, and in his eyes, black mist filled the air.

"Daoyou is really a good means, but unfortunately, the law of death has been hidden deep in the trunk and roots of the tree, and it is difficult to really survive. ”

A black energy, difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, is different from the energy emitted by Zhang Daoran's wood law just now, which is visible to the naked eye. This black energy was about to enter the trunk of the tree in the blink of an eye.

"Fellow Daoist, why do you have to put the ginkgo tree to death?"

Zhang Daoran waved his hand, and a green energy, which was also indistinguishable to the naked eye, greeted the black energy.

"Whew..."

One black and one green two energies collided together, and in an instant, in the courtyard, the wind blew fiercely, lifting everyone's clothes.

Everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back, and Zhang Daoran also took a few steps back, his face a little solemn. One after another, the Dao magic powers, the energy in the body of the Qing Dao Elder possessed by the Sun Wandering God was almost exhausted.

As soon as the black vortex turned, a black mist emerged from the Qing Cultivator Heavenly Spirit, turning into a black phantom.

The black phantom stood in the air, and the sun was too hot to hurt. A trace of the power of the sun blended into the black shadow, and the black shadow aura grew at an incredible speed: "The body of a layman, limit the strength of this seat, Zhang Daoran, this seat will compete with you again......"