Chapter Thirty-Eight: Is This Man a ...... Road?
In the Tianmu Mountain Range, hundreds of thousands of people watched this scene in amazement.
This senior master, after killing a Nine Secluded Land Python Elder with one punch and scaring away another elder of the other race, did not leave directly, but in the peak where the Heavenly Mountain Blood Pool was located, he opened the mountain and broke the mountain, built the palace, arranged the formation, and directly established the sect here!
"This Lin Nuo, today he opened a sect with the Tianmu Mountain Range and established the Mixed Yuan Sect!"
With a wave of his robe, the flying sword array hidden in the energy cloud layer in the sky suddenly burst out with a turquoise light, and the light attracted the special energy in the clouds and mist, and immediately covered the mountain peak where the Mixed Yuan Sect was located and disappeared in front of everyone.
"From today onwards, the Tianshan Blood Pool has become a private item of the Sect and is no longer open to the outside world, if you want to enter the Blood Pool to cultivate, you can only get the approval of the Sect!"
Hearing the voice hidden in the clouds and mist, hundreds of thousands of cultivators all over the Tianmu Mountain Range cursed in their hearts one by one, but on the surface, they didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction.
There's no way, for the Dou Sheng powerhouse, they are really dispensable little ants, if they don't know how to advance or retreat to anger such a strong person, and they are pinched to death casually, no one will be willing to stand up for them!
"What should I do, the Tianshan Blood Pool is occupied by others, should we continue to wait here?" The cultivator with a small family force showed a hesitant expression.
"I'm not leaving, this Mixed Yuan Sect has just been established, and I saw clearly just now that the total number of people in this sect is less than twenty, and it is estimated that it will not be long before the mountain will be opened to accept disciples...... This may be an opportunity for me!" There are young and arrogant genius cultivators, full of certainty.
"I think it's better to withdraw first, the Tianshan Blood Pool is occupied, and it has become the private property of a new sect, this matter is in the northern region of Zhongzhou, it will definitely cause a sensation, the Wind Thunder Pavilion and even several other pavilions will definitely not give up this treasure land so blindly, not long after, maybe there will be a battle of Douzun or even a higher level, stay here, there will be a danger of being affected!"
Some of the older cultivators, on the other hand, had seen it more thoroughly, and one by one they had begun to call for friends and prepare to leave this place.
No matter what the outside world said about the newly established Mixed Yuan Sect, in the Mixed Yuan Sect, which was completely shrouded in clouds and mist, Lin Nuo directly became the shopkeeper, and simply appointed Xiaobai, Medusa, and Wan Wan as the elders of the sect, and then entered the Taichu Hall and began the retreat.
Xiaobai is an old demon who has lived for thousands of years, don't look lazy in general, but in fact he is very shrewd, not to mention Medusa, as the former queen of the snake people, it is easy to manage a sect.
Even Wan Wan, who is still weak now, was once the master of a hall in the Tang Dynasty world, second only to the sect master, and has rich experience in sect management.
Now there are only a dozen people in the sect, and it is not difficult to manage, and Lin Nuo is very relieved to hand over the subsequent development of the sect to them.
The most important thing is that Lin Nuo knows very well that strength is fundamental, and the sect is just a means for him to improve his own blessings, and he can still distinguish the position between the primary and secondary positions.
With the Primordial Origin Sutra in hand, as long as he does not relax, it is only a matter of time before he visualizes the figure of the Taoist in the second pattern again and again, condenses the Yuan Shen, and completely steps into the realm of two-star demigods.
As for whether his occupation of the Tianshan Blood Pool would arouse the disgust of the Wind Thunder Pavilion and even other forces, Lin Nuo didn't care.
Although the strength of the Sifang Pavilion is strong, there is no Dou Sheng's powerhouse, there is a flying sword array outside the sect, even if the Dou Zun powerhouse is deeply trapped in it, there is only one way to die, as long as the other party is not stupid, he may not dare to come to trouble the Mixed Yuan Sect.
The only thing to worry about is the Nine Secluded Dark Python clan, although the power struggle within this group is fierce, and the possibility of the entire clan going out to trouble him is extremely small, but it is not guaranteed that there are Dou Sheng-level elders among them who have a close relationship with the dead Stygian Nine, and if they find time to seek revenge, it will be a troublesome matter.
Because of this, Lin Nuo needs to improve his strength as soon as possible, even if he can't reach the two-star demigod realm, he must further improve the degree of Yuan Shen condensation to deal with various dangers in the future.
Originally, according to Lin Nuo's plan, he devoted all his energy to observing the left index finger of the mysterious Taoist, and it was best to visualize and copy all the thunder-shaped marks on that finger, so that the left index finger of his own primordial spirit could reach the level of a thunderbolt destroying the world.
But after thinking about it again, Lin Nuo suppressed this extremely tempting idea for the time being.
After all, there were too many thunder marks on the index finger of his left hand, and if he wanted to completely copy and condense them, in his estimate, it would probably take thousands of years, or even longer.
After such a long time, he couldn't wait!
Suppressing the thought of the thunderous finger in his heart, Lin Nuo turned to visualize the other fingers of the mysterious Daoist, and he wanted to condense the illusory figure of the divine consciousness into the actual palm in the shortest possible time.
Condensing a complete Yuan Shen is not an overnight thing, but in a short period of time, Lin Nuo is still relatively sure of cultivating one palm of the Yuan Shen first.
This time, Lin Nuo was the first to visualize the left thumb of the mysterious Taoist, and after contemplating again and again, he was shocked to find that the identity of the Taoist he had guessed before seemed to be a little biased.
Originally, in his speculation, the mysterious blue-robed Daoist was the incarnation of the Thunder Avenue, or the Thunder Avenue itself, but now it seems that this is not the case.
Because on the thumb of the man's left hand, in his visualization again and again, there was no thunder and lightning mark as Lin Nuo expected, but a cluster of mysterious flame marks that seemed to be soaring.
"It's not thunder, it's a flame mark...... And what marks will there be on the other fingers?"
Lin Nuo already had some answers in his heart, but he still didn't dare to be sure, but began to visualize several other fingers again and again.
Time passed little by little, and the marks on the other fingers began to gradually tear the veil in front of Lin Nuo, and gradually became clear.
"The imprint of the water... This is the Wind Blade...... And this mark on the ring finger, is this land? earth mark?"
"Earth, fire, water, and wind, counting the original index finger thunder and lightning imprints, the five fingers are condensed from the five great avenue imprints of earth, fire, water, wind, and thunder...... This person has controlled at least five kinds of great avenues just by just the palm of his hand, who is this person? Could it be that he is high up, in the true sense of the heavens and all worlds...... Dao?"
()
The whole book