Chapter 141: The same history, different history

The righteous path had a bitter victory and drove away the Demonic Sect. However, caught off guard by the attacks, the Qingyun Sect had suffered a great loss of vitality. It would take many years of accumulation to recover.

Daoxuan and the others walked into the Yuqing Hall in silence. Having endured such a great disaster, everyone's steps were somewhat heavy. Even their voices were tremulous, unable to hide their grief.

The towering Yuqing Hall seemed weak and powerless at this moment.

Daoxuan glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, who was thin and frail, and then at the group from Tianyin Temple who were covered in blood and had resisted the powerful enemies for the Qingyun Sect. He dragged his exhausted body to the center of the hall, activated the Taiji Xuanqing Dao, and adjusted his state.

Looking at Zhang Xiaofan's stubborn and persistent eyes, Daoxuan had lost his patience. Cangsong's words had made him think of many things. Anger covered his aged face, and his eyebrows stood on end as he shouted at Zhang Xiaofan: "Where on earth did you learn the Great Brahma Prajna!!"

Pu Hong and Pu Kong closed their eyes, looking compassionate, and murmured the scriptures. Fatty Tian was anxious beside them but couldn't offer any help. Zhang Xiaofan's lonely figure sat in the Yuqing Hall. Facing the accomplished masters of the righteous path, he almost trembled.

However, he still persisted.

Until a terrified and fearful roar came from a disheveled middle-aged man: "Ghost! Ghost! There's a ghost!!!"

Uncle Wang looked at the monks from Tianyin Temple who were covered in blood and was so scared that he limp to the ground. But his hand, pointing at the bald monks, kept shaking...

At the foot of the mountain, the people of the Demonic Sect, who were hesitating, were also having a heated discussion.

The Ghost King was indeed a remarkable hero of his generation, with extraordinary courage and insight. At this time, he proposed a counterattack plan. Although most people opposed it, thinking it was too risky. However, unexpectedly, the Third Miao Lady actually approved it at this moment!

Yu Yangzi was hesitant. The Changsheng Hall had suffered a great loss of strength. If they fought another battle, unless they won, there was almost no possibility of competing with the other three sects. Although he had a bit of a hot temper, he still had some sense.

The Poison God stood aside, his eyes rolling around, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Cangsong, Baiduzi, Duanmu Laozu, and the Bloodsucking Old Demon looked at each other, stepped forward, and said, "This plan can succeed! Sect Leader, the opportunity is too good to miss!"

The Poison God had been hesitating. Seeing that his four capable subordinates agreed, he said to the Ghost King: "Brother Ghost King, you have extraordinary courage. I admire you! I admire you!"

Three sects had agreed!

Yu Yangzi had no choice. Since the other three sects had agreed, he could only brace himself and go along with it!

So, the group of people from the Demonic Sect who had just gone down the mountain turned back. Without the involvement of Bi Yao, but under Lin Xing's arrangement, things still followed the path of the original plot. The strength of the Changsheng Hall would be weakened to the minimum...

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Lin Xing's spiritual power covered an area of several li. Naturally, he also observed the situation at the foot of the mountain. Compared with the original work, apart from the Changsheng Hall suffering even greater losses, everything else remained unchanged.

Everything was proceeding steadily according to the plan!

Just as he was about to withdraw his spiritual power, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Lin Xing's mind.

He saw the blood flowing on the ground like water.

Water!

The trace of water!

His spiritual power covered a large area around, and for the first time, he noticed the water all over the ground!

There was also the flowing water in several ponds and rivers in the mountain!

Invisible and untraceable, this was the characteristic of water!

What if he made his spiritual power be like water?

As soon as he thought of it, Lin Xing immediately put it into action! A faint breath like water rose from Lin Xing's body. The blood on the square seemed to be drawn and started to sway.

Each trace of spiritual power turned into a changeable stream of water, flowing throughout the entire Qingyun Mountain.

Spiritual power was originally an intangible thing. It was so similar to water! Coupled with Lin Xing's complete understanding of the artistic conception of water, integrating the artistic conception into the spiritual power was simply too easy!

Lin Xing, who had always been at a loss about how to cultivate his spiritual power, finally found a way!

He suddenly thought of the scene when Old Man Zhou had refused to teach him. Lin Xing somewhat understood.

The cultivation of spiritual power varied from person to person. His own vast spiritual power had to be combined with his own cultivation and insights to find his own path, which was the best strategy!

Lin Xing's spiritual power suddenly surged like a turbulent current, forming a vortex that revolved around Lin Xing. The feeling of water emerged in his spiritual power. Waterfalls, brooks, rivers, the sea... all kinds of strange phenomena were added to it. Lin Xing's spiritual power became more sensitive, and he could control it more skillfully!

Water was everywhere!

Spiritual power was everywhere!

Even the imperceptible water vapor in the air was captured by Lin Xing's spiritual power. Not the slightest bit could escape!

His mind was extremely clear. The water-based spells, ninjutsu, and the artistic conception of water had all made new breakthroughs at this moment! The artistic conception was like a bridge, connecting the "real" moves with the "virtual" spiritual power.

The virtual and the real were opposite, yet they were also interconnected. The various application methods of the artistic conception all had similarities!

The fluctuation of the Celestial Emperor's small yellow flag appeared in Lin Xing's spiritual world again. The transformation between the virtual and the real, Lin Xing vaguely touched it!

What was it? What on earth was it?

The spiritual power rotated and rioted, feeling everything extremely clearly. He was slowly comprehending the changes between the virtual and the real.

Suddenly!

Lin Xing suddenly looked at a distant mountain peak!

There were two people standing there!

Two living people!

The moment he comprehended the changes between the virtual and the real, Lin Xing detected the two of them! They were standing on the mountain, observing everything in the Yuqing Hall and on the square!

Lin Xing's spiritual power that had spread everywhere before hadn't been able to sense them!

If it hadn't been for his understanding of the mysteries of the changes between the virtual and the real, which made his spiritual power more sensitive in detection, Lin Xing wouldn't have discovered them! Coupled with the invisible and untraceable flowing form like water, Lin Xing had detected them, but they hadn't noticed him.

Who on earth were they!

The two figures were like they were in layers of fog. Lin Xing was worried about alerting the enemy, so he didn't investigate further.

The appearance of people outside the plan was not a good thing. The strength of the other party was definitely great. And they were secretly observing, so they were definitely not good people!

A mist-like aura suddenly emanated from Lin Xing's body. With the artistic conception of water and the secret technique of the Hehuan Sect, no one on the field noticed him. With a gentle step, Lin Xing's figure had already moved a hundred meters away.

"Dear daughter, get ready. Daddy might have to fight. This opponent seems to be very strong!"

The Bloodthirsty Bead happily emerged from the space and jumped onto Lin Xing's shoulder: "Daddy! You're finally going to fight again!" Her tone was full of excitement, and she was truly a little violence enthusiast.