The vines on the cliff were very strong, but they seemed so fragile under the tearing of the dozens of terrifying auras. They broke into countless pieces and shot toward the dense forest.
The vines were very strong, but it did not mean that they were heavy. In fact, they were very light. But when they were on the mountain path and in the forest, they were like heavy siege stones.
Accompanied by a loud rumbling sound, the green vines smashed into the ground, creating countless holes. They flew into the forest, smashing countless trees and splashing countless debris. The debris whistled through the air, some deeply embedded into solid tree trunks, and some left deep white marks on the surface of hard rocks. It was an extremely terrifying scene.
A piece of vine that looked very thin and soft fell from the cliff and hit Long Qing in the back.
He felt that his back had been hit by a huge stone. His face suddenly turned pale and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. His eyes showed extreme fear, but he forced himself to endure the injury and continued to run down the mountain.
The old Taoist priests in the cave had mixed feelings about Long Qing. He represented the hope of the world, but he also represented the shadow of death. When the two were mixed together, it became the darkest and sweetest temptation.
They had silently watched the Halfman Taoist pass on his power and vaguely understood something. They understood that even if Long Qing was not as vicious as before, he could not control the irrepressible ambition and greed in the process of using the Gray Eye. And that absolutely cold ambition and greed would ultimately represent their death.
The Taoist priests who had been injured by the Headmaster and Ke Haoran had lingered on this mountain for decades and still did not die. This meant that they did not want to die. If they did not want to die, they had to be able to resist the dark and sweet temptation that Long Qing brought to them. The simplest way was to kill him.
Long Qing did not understand this from the beginning. But before the Halfman Taoist died, he had warned him, so he reacted immediately and tried to escape.
However, even though he knew how terrifying the old Taoist priests in the cave were, he still did not expect that just a few simple breaths could cause such an earth-shattering power.
Rocks flew on the mountain path and rumbled continuously. In the dense forest, trees fell and branches were destroyed, creating countless smoke and dust. It looked like Haotian was angry and had sent a meteor shower to punish disrespectful sinners.
With a pale face, Long Qing ran wildly in the smoke and dangerous explosions, desperately avoiding the green vines and fallen trees that could easily kill him.
Fortunately for him, he had to climb this cliff every day since he left the South Sea and came to the Zhishou Abbey to deliver things to the old Taoist priests in the cave. Therefore, he was very familiar with the terrain of the cliff and the dense forest at the foot of the mountain. This familiarity helped him make the fastest and most accurate response.
From time to time, debris cut his skin and flesh. More and more wounds appeared on his body, and more and more blood flowed out. His black Taoist robe did not change color, but the edges of his robe were already wet and began to drip.
Gradually, the explosions in the dense forest became more and more sparse, and there were fewer and fewer pieces of green vines falling down. He was getting further and further away from the mountain peak. He did not slow down his running speed, and the expression on his face became calmer and calmer. In the deepest part of his calm expression, perhaps there was still fear and ecstasy, but no one could see it.
Even if it was himself.
Long Qing finally succeeded in leaving the cliff and running into the Zhishou Abbey.
He came to the lake and looked at the golden and jade-like grass on the eaves of the seven thatched huts. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly let out a low roar like a wounded beast.
He rushed into the third hut and reached out to hold the "Sha" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane.
The "Sha" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane recorded countless secret skills. It was as vast as the sea and extremely thick. However, for some reason, when his blood-stained right hand fell on the "Sha" Handscroll, the Tomes of Arcane seemed to become much thinner.
Long Qing put the "Sha" Handscroll into his arms, walked out of the hut, and looked at the other huts. However, just as he was about to continue doing something, he suddenly felt a very faint aura coming towards the lake at an extremely fast speed. His expression suddenly froze, and he did not dare to delay any longer. He ran towards the Taoist Temple in the distance.
That Taoist Temple was the Medicine Hall of the Zhishou Abbey.
These days, Long Qing had been refining medicine and cultivating in the Medicine Hall, so he was very familiar with the place. He ran directly to the alchemy room at the back of the Medicine Hall and took out the Earth Sitting Elixir that had been simmering in the tripod.
Although he had forcibly absorbed the Halfman Taoist's cultivation, one could imagine how majestic the experience, consciousness, and Psyche Power of a powerhouse in the Tianqi State who had surpassed the Five States was. With his current state, there was no way for him to absorb it in a short period of time. He even had to use an extremely strong willpower to suppress the restlessness of the cultivation in his body.
And when he escaped from the cave, he had been seriously injured.
Logically speaking, he should not hesitate to swallow the Earth Sitting Elixir that he had painstakingly refined, and then sit on the ground to circulate the medicinal power to ensure his survival. However, the strange thing was that he did not even look at the elixirs. Instead, he ran directly to the front hall.
He pushed open the sandalwood door and walked to the simple display shelf.
On the display shelf, there was a small crystal clear medicine bottle made of unknown materials.
In order to resist the temptation, he did not open the sandalwood door these days. He did not even look behind the door. However, in his heart, he did not know how many times he had imagined holding this small medicine bottle. He did not know how many times he had imagined how it would feel to hold this small medicine bottle in his arms.
So he remembered the position of the small medicine bottle very clearly.
He did not hesitate when he reached out, and his movements were very accurate.
He was almost emotionless, and his state of mind was so dark and terrifying that even the old Taoist priests in the cave were faintly afraid of him. The moment his fingers touched the small medicine bottle, he could not help but tremble.
His fingers were stained with blood, and there was an extremely strong smell of blood.
The small medicine bottle gave off a faint medicinal fragrance.
When this extremely faint medicinal fragrance lingered on his fingers, all the smell of blood seemed to be instantly purified and could no longer be smelled. Long Qing even felt that the serious injuries in his body seemed to disappear in an instant.
He could no longer maintain his calm, and his gray eyes suddenly brightened.
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When Long Qing walked out of the medicine hall and prepared to use the fastest speed to find a way to leave the Zhishou Abbey, he was surprised to see the figure of the middle-aged Taoist in front of the meadow.
The meadow in early autumn strangely did not turn yellow, nor was there any frost. It was still green. The middle-aged Taoist was wearing a light green Taoist robe. He stood in front of the meadow as if he wanted to blend in, and looked extremely inconspicuous.
This scene meant some other information to Long Qing. He had never known what level of cultivation this Uncle Master had reached. At this moment, looking at him faintly blending in with the meadow, he finally confirmed that this Uncle Master had long entered the Knowing Destiny State, and might even have reached the peak of the Knowing Destiny State.
A bitter smile appeared on Long Qing's face. No matter how lonely the Zhishou Abbey was, it was still the holy land of Haotian Taoism. It was still the Unknown Place that was respected by the cultivators in the world. How could a Taoist who was qualified to manage this Taoist Abbey be an ordinary person?
The middle-aged Taoist looked at him quietly and said, "Why did you do this?"
Long Qing knew what he was asking, and answered, "Because I wanted to do this."
On the boat in the South Sea, the Taoist in indigo had a very important conversation with Long Qing. It was from that moment that Long Qing understood that his thoughts were the will of Haotian.
The middle-aged Taoist had been meditating in the Zhishou Abbey all year round, and he was the Senior Brother of the Taoist in indigo on the boat in the South Sea. Naturally, he understood the meaning of Long Qing's answer.
He looked at Long Qing and said, "As a Junior Brother, I may not necessarily agree with Senior Brother's view, but I can't find a reason to oppose him. However, even if our thoughts are the will of Haotian, I still don't understand why you are doing this. You can cultivate in the Zhishou Abbey, read the Tomes of Arcane, and spend time with the seniors of Haotian Taoism. Even if you do nothing and cultivate peacefully, one day you will regain your original strength, and even achieve a better state. Why do you want to take such a risk? "
"Because I am not the only one cultivating in the world."
Long Qing answered. He did not finish his sentence. He was very clear that when he was meditating in the Zhishou Abbey, those people did not stop moving forward. The Tao Addict had become the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, the Calligraphy Addict had entered the Knowing Destiny State, and the most important thing was that the person named Ning Que would not wait for him.
He needed time.
He could not cultivate peacefully in this Taoist Abbey for decades.
Because although his expression and mood seemed to be calm, he could not achieve true peace.
Before defeating the Tao Addict and killing Ning Que.
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The middle-aged Taoist suddenly smelled a very faint medicinal fragrance, and his expression gradually became serious. He said, "Murdering the seniors of Haotian Taoism is already a great sin, and you actually want to steal the treasure of Haotian Taoism?"
Long Qing knew that Uncle had already found out that he had stolen the small medicine bottle. When he was about to say something, the middle-aged Taoist suddenly felt the aura of the Tomes of Arcane on him. He could not help but change his expression and sternly reprimanded, "How dare you steal the Tomes of Arcane! Aren't you afraid of being thrown into the Underworld! "
"I have been thinking. When I was really desperate, no longer giving up on myself, no longer swaying between light and darkness, and began to be an ordinary businessman, trying to live a vulgar and boring life like a mortal, why did the abbey dean come to save me?"
"When I came to the Zhishou Abbey and began to cultivate the Gray Eye, I saw the Heavenly Power Pill, and gradually could not suppress the temptation of the aura of the seniors of Haotian Taoism in the cave. Especially when the Halfman Taoist told me about the relationship between power and pride before he died … I gradually understood that if the abbey dean could find something special about me, it would be that I have no attachment to this world. So I can be proud of everything in this world, and I can also be proud of nothing. I can abandon everything, and so I have the best chance to become the most powerful person."
Long Qing looked at the middle-aged Taoist and said quietly. There was a very strange but extraordinarily firm smile on his pale face. "As long as I can become powerful again, so what if I have to sink in the Underworld forever? If I am willing to pay the price of sinking in the Underworld forever, why can't I become powerful again? "
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