boyutpedia Chapter 357 Mosquito Taoist Breaks Through to Great Luo Golden Immortal
Chapter 357 Mosquito Taoist Breaks Through to Great Luo Golden Immortal
It's not a big deal to say it, but Yang Jiao is afraid that even Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of earth immortals, can't cover up this.
She has always been one to get things done quietly.
They lay low and developed cautiously, not daring to stand out, seeking only stability.
They didn't even reveal their cooperation with the Tongtian Sect Leader.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally sighed and spoke:
"I don't want to cultivate into a Heavenly Saint."
She thought that Zhen Yuanzi would surely offer some advice after hearing this, since the Six Saints were all Heavenly Saints. However, although he was surprised for a moment, he immediately began to consider her situation.
Zhen Yuanzi frowned and thought:
"Uncle Rong, think it over carefully. If you don't become a Heavenly Saint..."
If one possesses the Primordial Purple Qi, one will either become a saint or suffer the same fate as Hongyun.
He is coveted by everyone in the Three Realms, and his life is in grave danger.
It would be a lie to say that Yang Jiao wasn't moved at that moment.
She knew that Hongyun Daoist was partly responsible for Zhen Yuanzi's protection, but she did not hesitate for a moment on this path that went against the natural order.
The system had informed her that she would not become a Heavenly Saint, and that this was a method that had never been used before.
She recalled when the Tongtian Sect Leader asked her how she played chess. Her answer was true but veiled, because there was one thing Yang Jiao didn't say—even saints were her pawns.
She wants to use the power of the Six Saints to reap her own rewards.
From the moment she stepped out of Biyou Palace, she was the one who most looked forward to the Investiture of the Gods war becoming even more intense.
Zhen Yuanzi pondered for a long time. If he didn't become a Heavenly Saint, what about the Great Dao? No, no, no. If he had achieved the Great Dao, Yang Jiao wouldn't have needed to hesitate like this with him. Heaven, Earth, and Man?
No, she wants them all!
Suddenly shocked, he looked at Yang Jiao:
"You mean..."
Even the Ancestor of Earthly Immortals dared not utter the following words lightly.
He never imagined that Yang Jiao would dare to be so bold.
Even though he had thought of it, Zhen Yuanzi did not stop him, only saying:
"When the time is right, I will go there with the Book of Earth."
Yang Jiao's eyes curved into a smile, and she bowed her head:
"Thank you, Uncle."
This game is too big.
So much so that Yang Jiao didn't dare to show any signs of it in the early stages.
Her Three Flowers Gathering at the Top technique aims to gather the power of a sage, the power of the Heavenly Dao, and the power of the laws. What kind of Dao fruit will it yield? Even Yang Jiao at this moment does not know.
Zhen Yuanzi took the golden cudgel back from her hand and instructed her:
"Suppressing your cultivation level is a dangerous situation; you must not replenish your spiritual energy with any more items."
Yang Jiao was nodding, about to speak.
The mosquito-like Taoist below reached out his hand to her, his face flushed, and said:
"Mosquitoes can't replenish abundant spiritual energy either..."
The spiritual energy within her surged, constantly impacting the last thin barrier, as if it were about to break through at any moment.
Yang Jiao was taken aback, then quickly said:
"You're about to break through to the Great Luo realm!?"
"Go...go to the Sea of Blood."
The ginseng fruit in Mosquito Taoist's hand had disappeared; he hadn't been able to resist the fragrance and had finished it off in small bites.
It's just that Yang Jiao and Zhen Yuanzi talked for too long.
Mosquito Taoist was initially restraining himself, but before he knew it, he had eaten them all.
Zhen Yuanzi looked at her, raised his hand and cast a seal, but the effect was minimal. He said:
"She is a ferocious beast born from the sea of blood, and her primordial power resides within it. Go quickly."
He also handed over the Earth element (戌土).
Yang Jiao dared not delay and hurriedly led Mosquito Taoist westward.
Standing beneath the tree, Zhen Yuanzi stared at the figure until it completely disappeared before turning his gaze to the red clouds drifting beside the treetop, and chuckled as he said:
"If you had even a fraction of her courage, you would have become a saint long ago."
She's not even as good as a girl.
The sainthood she aspires to is something the other six probably wouldn't even dare to dream of.
Zhen Yuanzi's mind, which had been calm for tens of thousands of years, suddenly became passionate.
"It's good to be young."
As you get older, you become afraid to think about it anymore.
……
Yang Jiao sped along, not caring about being discovered by the Western Sect, and even used the Red Cloud technique she dared not use.
"Mosquitoes, they'll be here soon."
The mosquito couldn't find a way to break through the spiritual energy in her body, so it ran wildly inside her, as if it wanted to tear her whole body apart, causing her to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Yang Jiao was even more anxious than her, and the surging spiritual energy kept urging Hong Yun to fly faster.
Before long, they arrived at the sea of blood.
The primordial aura emanating from within attracted the Mosquito Daoist, who had already lost his mind. Before Yang Jiao could stop, she flipped over and fell from the red cloud.
It plunged straight into the sea of blood.
Yang Jiao put away the red cloud and flew quickly toward Mosquito Taoist.
Splash!
Amidst the sea of blood, violent waves surged, from which emerged a pair of large hands formed from the blood, steadily catching the Mosquito Taoist.
He subtly gathered his hands together, protecting the Mosquito Taoist in his palm, and then flicked the index finger of his large hand towards Yang Jiao.
"Huh?"
The violent impact slammed Yang Jiao head-on onto the shore.
It fell with a dull thud.
Facing down, there is a giant, human-shaped crater.
Yang Jiao suddenly got up, ignoring her disheveled appearance, and pointed at the sea of blood, cursing and swearing.
You damned Styx Ancestor!
In the west, thick black clouds gathered.
The color was so intense it looked like ink could drip from it.
The churning lightning threads were even more terrifying, with the air pressure so low it seemed to swallow the sea of blood.
Yang Jiao immediately began to worry.
"How dangerous must it be for a Taiyi Golden Immortal to break through to the Daluo realm?"
Moreover, it is even more difficult for ferocious beasts to break through than for humans.
Otherwise, they wouldn't need to return to their original place to undergo tribulation every time they break through.
The sea of blood was far from calm at this moment, exuding a strong stench of blood.
The Mosquito Taoist was held aloft by the blood in the center, his clothes were being pulled by the gale, his hair was disheveled, strange runes appeared on his body, and he was shrouded in a cold black aura.
The lightning from the sky, carrying a force that seemed intent on shattering her soul, crashed down.
It struck the mosquito-man's body.
Yang Jiao clearly saw her body tremble after the lightning and thunder.
"mosquito……"
Blood-red waves crashed against the shore, as if in the midst of a violent storm.
Several dazzling red pillars spread out from Mosquito Taoist's body, receiving the next bursts of lightning power.
Yang Jiao was on tenterhooks.
next moment,
The pillar of blood was split open, and a torrential downpour fell, blooming into raindrops on the sea of blood.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the face of the Mosquito Taoist. She moved her lips, but Yang Jiao couldn't see what she was saying.
The Mosquito Taoist in the sea of blood darkened his eyes:
"Ouch, Yang Jiao! I'll never be greedy again... It was still pretty delicious though..."
To the left of her as she sat cross-legged.
The Styx Ancestor had deep-set features, and the depths of his pupils were stained with blood, like an abyss.
He raised his head, his black hair flowing down his back, snorted coldly, and waved his hand to raise an even larger pillar of blood.