Chapter 154 Do You Want a Slap Too? (Subscribe Please)

Stepping on this desolate battlefield, Meng Xiang took every step carefully, fearing that he would touch those invisible residual laws.

Yang Ling narrowed the range of his divine consciousness to about 100 miles, so that he could clearly control every detail within a radius of 100 miles, and would not miss even a crack.

This battlefield was well preserved, and many places could match the memory fragments, which was undoubtedly an unexpected surprise for him.

In this way, the possibility of him finding that section of the river was a little greater.

He walked along the Wangchuan River, carefully comparing the landforms on both sides of the river bank, and constructed a picture of the three great powers fighting here in his mind.

After walking tens of thousands of miles, a low and solemn chanting sound suddenly came from the front, and the sound seemed to penetrate the boundaries of space and reach his eardrums.

Along with the chanting, a golden light appeared on the horizon, like a golden sword, piercing the dark netherworld, extremely dazzling.

In this dark and gloomy underworld, this golden light is like a guiding light, attracting the dead souls in the eighteenth underworld to the place where the golden light is.

Seeing this scene, Meng Xiang frowned tightly, and a trace of displeasure appeared on her face, as if she was very dissatisfied with the sudden golden light and the chanting.

"That damn bald donkey has started again."

"Bald donkey?"

Yang Ling extended his divine sense and immediately noticed that there seemed to be a figure sitting cross-legged where the golden light was, with his eyes closed, silently chanting scriptures.

The chanting sound became clearer and louder.

Yang Ling heard it clearly, and the content of the scripture was exactly the Zen of the Western Church.

"Who is that person?"

Yang Ling asked with some curiosity.

"It's probably that Dizang!" Meng Xiang snorted coldly and introduced: "You should know, Immortal, he is a direct disciple of the Western Saint, claiming to be here to save the souls of the dead.

Even if it's not him, it must be another Western disciple!

Every time the Yellow Spring Secret Realm is about to open, many Western disciples appear here, searching for treasures while saving the souls of the dead to some Western Pure Land, as if they are the masters here."

Yang Ling could hear that Meng Xiang was very disgusted with those Western disciples.

Think about it, the Wu clan is now the manager of the dead, and these Western disciples come here to save the dead, isn't it obvious that they are stealing their jobs?

If the Wu clan still has the momentum of the ancient times, I'm afraid they would have rolled up their sleeves and fought with those Western disciples.

Yang Ling just smiled at Meng Xiang's dissatisfaction, he didn't want to be distracted by the Western disciples.

His goal is very clear, that is to find the jade bottle that the Red Cloud Patriarch lost, other things are secondary.

So, he continued to move forward slowly along the river bank, his mind spreading out like a thread, scanning every inch of the surrounding land over and over again.

Although Meng Xiang was unhappy, she could only follow behind him, reminding him from time to time to pay attention to the remnants of the Dao rules around him.

Not long after, the two were getting closer and closer to the Western Sect disciple who was chanting the sutra.

Yang Ling frowned slightly, and he found that the landform here was very similar to the scene in the memory fragment.

The Dao rules left on the battlefield delayed the changes in the landform, making the landform here not much different from that in ancient times, so Yang Ling recognized it at a glance.

This is where the Red Cloud Patriarch lost the jade bottle!

He suppressed his excitement and looked up at the Wangchuan River on the side. The dark red river water became slow after reaching this section of the river, and the river channel was much wider.

He tried to probe his mind into the bottom of the river to search, but as soon as his mind touched the dark red river water, it disappeared instantly like a mud cow entering the sea.

The Wangchuan River is very mysterious. The water of the Wangchuan River can not only be used to eliminate the memory of the dead soul, but also has a very strong restraining effect on the original spirit.

If ordinary immortals fall into the river, they will lose their minds in a short time and become a muddleheaded, empty shell.

Only the golden immortals who have achieved the immortal Dao fruit can be unaffected by the water of the Wangchuan River.

Yang Ling is not afraid of the Wangchuan River water, but if he wants to find the jade bottle, he has to go to the Wangchuan River in person.

However, just when he was hesitating whether to go down, a tall man rushed towards this side and blocked their way.

The man was dressed in Western style and held a nine-ring tin staff. He looked like one of the Western disciples.

He landed in front of Yang Ling and the others, and the nine-ring tin staff in his hand fell heavily to the ground. He said in an unquestionable tone: "I am the Great Power of the Western Religion. The place in front is where my disciples are saving the souls of the dead. Please take a detour."

Yang Ling frowned and thought to himself that the Western Religion seemed to want to make the underworld its own territory.

According to his understanding of the Western Religion, the practice of the Western Religion requires a large number of believers to provide them with incense and faith.

The West has always been poor and sparsely populated, and the creatures in the secular world alone are not enough to support the practice of many disciples.

Therefore, the Western Religion asked disciples to save and convert living beings in various places in the prehistoric world, and sent these living beings to the Pure Land of Bliss, the Kingdom of Glazed God, and other places, giving these living beings a long lifespan, allowing them to have no worries about food and clothing, and thus providing incense and faith for a long time...

Although these were just hearsay from Yang Ling, today he saw these Western Religion disciples saving and converting the souls of the dead in the underworld with his own eyes, and thought there would not be much error.

"Why don't you let us pass?"

At this time, Meng Xiang couldn't help it anymore. She stepped forward angrily, looked at the situation and shouted angrily: "This is the Netherworld, the territory of Queen Houtu, why don't you Westerners let us go? Western religions have crossed the line by coming here to redeem the souls of the dead. How dare they point their fingers here? "

His expression was so indifferent, there was no wave in his eyes, like an indifferent statue, his voice was still calm and firm:

"Fellow Taoist, what you said is serious. Transforming the souls of the dead and transcending sentient beings is the purpose of our Western religion. Although this place is the underworld, our religion cares about countless sentient beings in the three realms and six realms. How can it be limited to one place?

If you fellow Taoist insists on getting over it from now on, you might as well wait until I have successfully taught my disciples. "

Meng Xiang's face turned red and her eyes burned with anger. She turned her head and looked at Yang Ling with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

She knew that her own strength was far from the general trend, but Yang Ling was different. He was a disciple of the Human Cult, and his strength was unfathomable. She expected that he would not be much worse than the general trend.

At the same time, Dashi Zhi's gaze also turned to Yang Ling, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

He didn't take Meng Xiang seriously, but he couldn't ignore Yang Ling's existence.

Because he couldn't feel any fluctuations in Yang Ling's aura, which made him feel a little unusual.

There are only two situations when this phenomenon occurs.

Either the other party's Taoist realm is much higher than his, so he can't detect any aura fluctuations; or the other party has a hidden aura treasure on his body, and the grade is very high!

No matter which of these two situations it is, it shows that the young man in front of him is not easy to mess with!

"Your Excellency seems to have a very special background. I wonder if you can tell me where you studied?"

Dashizhi looked at Yang Ling and asked solemnly.

Yang Ling did not deliberately conceal anything, and said calmly: "People teach Yang Ling, and I have no intention of offending your religion. However, we have important matters at hand, so please give way to our Taoist friends."

"People teach Yang Ling?!"

The general's eyes moved slightly, and he stared at Yang Ling with a burning gaze, "You are Yang Ling? The Yang Ling who beat my senior brother when we were discussing Taoism in West Kunlun?"

Yang Ling frowned slightly, he clearly felt the hostility of the general situation.

However, he didn't pay too much attention, and just said calmly: "I just pointed it out, how could I hit him?"

A sharp light flashed in Da Shizhi's eyes, and there was a hint of challenge in his voice: "In this case, I wonder if you can give me some pointers, so that I can also appreciate the style of a master disciple of the Human Religion?

However, if I am lucky enough to win, then I would like to ask my Taoist friends not to mention the name of the Little Zen Master again. "

Yang Ling frowned, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes. His time was precious and he didn't want to waste it here.

"The name of a Zen master is worthless in my eyes! If you want it, I'll give it to you. I also want to visit the underworld, so I won't accompany you."

He didn't expect Yang Ling to refuse directly. A trace of surprise flashed across his face, which was quickly replaced by anger.

He laughed coldly, with ridicule in his voice: "Last time we discussed Taoism in West Kunlun, our Taoist friends were famous throughout history, but it turned out to be nothing more than that.

Since fellow Taoist dare not accept the challenge, please leave quickly. "

Yang Ling frowned. He was in a hurry to find the jade bottle. He didn't want to conflict with the people from the Western Sect. He just said calmly: "You are blocking my way, please get out of the way."

The situation was overwhelming, but he refused to give in even a step. Instead, he straightened his chest, and the nine-ringed tin staff rotated gently in his hand, making a crisp sound, "Fellow Taoist, it's easy to get over this, as long as you can beat me in discussing the Tao."

Obviously, he was deliberately provoking.

Yang Ling had a headache.

He had heard Banjiao Qingniu mention it before that after Xikunlun started discussing Taoism, these Western disciples always wanted to discuss Taoism with him again to regain the title of "Zen Master".

At that time, he didn't pay much attention to it. Now that the situation is like this, it turns out that there is no lie at all!

Thinking like this, Yang Ling smiled slightly, looked at the general situation and said: "It seems that you will not give in easily, and I don't want to waste time here.

Since you also want to taste the slap, then I will satisfy you! "

As he spoke, he gently raised his palm, and immediately a purple-gold palm shot out in the air, and then swung it towards Dashi Zhi's face with great speed.

There was a clear sound of "Pa!", and Da Shizhi's body flew out like a kite with its string broken, and landed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Even the nine-ringed tin staff flew away from his hand and landed on the ground beside him, making a dull sound that made the hard stone ground sink a lot.

Obviously, the weight of this nine-ring tin staff is very important.

Da Shizhi stood up, the fingerprints on his face were clearly visible, and his eyes were full of shock and anger.

He touched his red cheek and angrily said, "I'm here to talk about Taoism. What do you mean by this, fellow Taoist? I didn't expect that a dignified person teaching a disciple would be so rude!"

However, Yang Ling didn't take it seriously and replied calmly: "When discussing Taoism, it is first come, first served. If you block my way, I will naturally teach you how to behave first."