Chapter 104: Virtual and Entity Hook Stone

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Long Yu looked up at the sky, which was covered with dark clouds, as if it would rain at any time. The surrounding grass was overgrown, and he could not see where the road ahead was. The wind was blowing in a disorderly manner, and Long Yu could not tell the direction.

Long Yu took out the map given by Wei Yang from the ring. There was a small red dot and some small lines on the yellow paper. Long Yu didn't know what was drawn on it, and he wanted to tear the yellow paper directly.

A sword appeared in Long Yu's hand, and he used it to clear a path in a certain direction. Long Yu didn't know which direction it was, but he thought it was east. The sun in the sky was blocked by dark clouds, and the grass on the ground was dark green.

Long Yu cut the grass, and the leaves of the grass seemed like a sharp knife, cutting Long Yu's face, which felt a little itchy. There were wounds on his face, and transparent water flowed out. Long Yu didn't understand, because it was obviously the blood of the Miaoshui dragon, which should be red, why was it transparent water?

Long Yu drove a road of about 300 meters, and felt that he was going uphill instead of downhill. Long Yu looked back, and there was nothing but a grave. Long Yu shook his head, and the sky seemed to be getting dark.

It was a little hard to see what was around him. Long Yu sat cross-legged on the ground, the grass on his body was blown by the wind. It felt like a series of sharp swords hitting Long Yu. A guqin appeared in Long Yu's hands, and he pressed his hands on the guqin.

Long Yu didn't know what song he was going to play. His mind was blank, and his fingers involuntarily played a Xiaosheng song. When the song ended, Long Yu felt the grass around him disappear, and was replaced by a small grass that had just grown out of the soil.

A breeze blew in the air, blowing on the back of Long Yu's head. Long Yu felt that the wind was like a stream of fresh water. A little man practicing sword appeared in his mind. Every time Long Yu played, the little man would move. Long Yu felt very interesting, as if he could control the little man.

Long Yu felt a sense of joy in his heart, and the speed of his hands playing was the speed of the little man's sword. Long Yu opened his eyes and looked in front of him. He didn't know when a sword appeared in front of him. Long Yu played the Xiao Sheng song, and the sword in front of him seemed to have spirituality.

Long Yu played the Xiao Sheng Qu nine times, and the swords in front of him turned into swords flying in front of him. Long Yu was stunned. The Xiao Sheng Qu was like Long Yu's wind sword, and countless flying swords flew out. Long Yu understood a little bit, the music was the sword moves, and the music played by his right hand was the accumulation of power for the sword moves. When he stopped playing, it was time to attack.

Long Yu tried to play Xiao Sheng's music with his left hand, and the swords in front of him returned to Long Yu one by one, and finally merged into one sword. Long Yu's mouth moved, it turned out that he could still play like this, Long Yu stood up, and a white mouse crawled out from behind him.

Long Yu was embarrassed and didn't know why he was sitting cross-legged at someone else's door. The white mouse looked at Long Yu and touched his mouth with his front feet. "What do you want to do? Don't let the mouse sleep? Get out of here." Long Yu was even more frightened. What was going on? The mouse could talk.

Long Yu put away the zither in front of him and just as he was about to fly away on his sword, the rat jumped on Long Yu's face and slapped him. "You long insect, don't you know there are Taoist priests out there trying to catch us? How dare you fly so blatantly? Come with me, I'll take you away from here."

Long Yu was confused and stood there stupidly, not knowing what the white rat meant. Long Yu followed the white rat and listened to its introduction. This place was originally the outskirts of Bai'an City. The city lord led the army and the people to live here. After Tianfeng awakened, this was the first place to be destroyed.

The white rat in front of him got the method of cultivation by chance, and he led the rat tribe to practice here. A hundred years ago, a Taoist priest came here. Eighty percent of the cultivating monsters were destroyed, leaving only a few small monsters hiding everywhere.

Long Yu learned from the white mouse that he was now like a mutated earthworm, except that his body had evolved a little bit. Long Yu was very upset, thinking that he was originally a human, but his body was taken away from him in Miao Shuilong's body and he became like this.

Bai Shu looked up at the sky, as if he was restless, and looked back at Long Yu. "We have to hurry, the little Taoist priest is going to pass the tribulation. If he succeeds, we will have no chance of survival."

Long Yu nodded. He had heard in Bai Shu before that there were three Taoists here, and the little Taoist was the worst one. Suddenly a yellow light shone over, and Long Yu seemed to be swept. There was a running sound in the air, as if a person was jumping in the grass.

The white rat fled everywhere, and Long Yu watched the track of the white rat. Long Yu ran behind the white rat, and in front of him appeared a young man in a yellow Taoist robe, with a Bagua hat on his head, holding a bronze mirror in his left hand, a peach wood sword in his right hand, and a sword on his back, but he couldn't tell what material or shape it was.

Long Yu placed his hands on his chest, coiled his body in the air, and looked at the Taoist boy in front of him with a serious face. The boy glanced at Long Yu and pointed the ancient mirror in his hand at the ground, as if chasing a white mouse.

Just as it was about to hit the white rat, Long Yu quickly played a short piece of Xiao Sheng music, and a sword hit the yellow light of the young man. He helped the white rat block an attack, and the young man looked at Long Yu with a hint of displeasure. "Who are you, and why are you blocking my Dangtian Mansion's demon transmission?"

Long Yu's mouth twitched, and he pressed his hands on the piano. "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you can't hurt my friends." The young man's mouth twitched, and a beam of light from the ancient mirror in his right hand shone towards Long Yu. "You are the same kind as rats. I don't think you are a good person either."

Long Yu played the soothing song with his left hand, and a Bagua sword formation appeared in front of him. The young man's yellow light shone on Long Yu's sword formation, forming a reflected light slanting in the air. It was like a ray of sunlight in the sky. Long Yu was still nervous, wondering if he could block the young man's light.

The boy's mouth twitched, he put away the mirror in his hand, put the wooden sword in front of his chest, and made a Tai Chi gesture with both hands. "Who are you, sir? Since you know our Taoist skills." The sword in the boy's hand turned into a black and white fish, and he looked at Long Yu with a righteous face.

Long Yu played the Soul-Destroying Song with his right hand, and two invisible swords kept appearing in front of his chest. Long Yu didn't know what the strength of the person in front of him was, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. Long Yu didn't want to be like the white mouse, who didn't resist in order to survive.

They both seemed to be waiting for something. The wind in the air blew on Long Yu's face, and he felt an inexplicable breath. Long Yu couldn't tell what it was. The grass around him was blown. Long Yu was waiting for his own nine-piece music, and also waiting for his left hand's calming music to make the sword more solid.

A black and white Tai Chi diagram appeared under the boy's feet, and the wooden sword on his chest seemed to follow the same rhythm as the black and white fish under his feet. Four words emerged in Long Yu's mind: a cultivator at the peak of the late Jindan stage. Long Yu was stunned for a moment, and immediately mobilized the power of his spiritual consciousness to produce a water drop Tai Chi double fish diagram.

Long Yu tried to push the Tai Chi Pisces diagram in his mind, and the Tai Chi Pisces in his mind seemed to drive the sword formation in front of his chest. The boy frowned, but it disappeared in an instant. The corner of the boy's mouth moved, "Dangtianfu cultivator, Gou Shi."

Long Yu didn't understand why Gou Shi introduced himself. Long Yu felt that Gou Shi in front of him was a little stubborn and righteous. "Immortal cultivator from the Divine Sword Pavilion, the wind is rising." Gou Shi's mouth twitched, and he pointed his right hand at the black and white Tai Chi fish on his chest and ran towards Long Yu.

Long Yu did not move at all, his left hand continued to play the soothing music, and his right hand played and clapped the guqin. The two swords in front of him remained on Long Yu's chest, and the other swords hit Gou Shi. Long Yu watched his sword hit the black and white Tai Chi on Gou Shi's chest, and all disappeared to both sides.

Long Yu's heart moved for a moment, and he felt that if Gou Shi hit him, it would not be so fun. A flash of an image appeared in his mind, and Long Yu subconsciously relied on the power of his spiritual consciousness to move backwards.

Long Yu's speed was not as fast as Gou Shi's, but Gou Shi could not reach him immediately. The sword on Long Yu's chest rushed towards Gou Shi with a fearless aura, and he felt that his sword was completely taken away by Gou Shi.

Long Yu watched Gou Shi approaching, and the sound of a military song emerged in his mind. Long Yu understood that Gou Shi's was a shield, and his was a thorn. Long Yu's right hand did not stop, and his left hand changed to a military song, and the two swords on his chest became one.

The fearless power on the sword continued to condense, as if it was ready to die fearlessly at any time. Seeing that Gou Shi was about to be in front of him, Long Yu felt a little impatient. Long Yu understood that the right hand could change the left hand to play the calming song in the next battle. Thinking of this, Long Yu felt impatient.

Gou Shi jumped in the air, and the black and white Tai Chi in his right hand came towards Long Yu. Long Yu felt a strong wind on his forehead, and decisively controlled the sword controlled by Chu Shi Qu to hit Gou Shi. Long Yu's sword hit Gou Shi's black and white Tai Chi, and an invisible force spread in the middle.

There was a sound of explosion not far away, and the ground below shook. Long Yu looked at the tip of his sword, and a stream of water was dripping on it, sometimes turning into stone, sometimes into water. Long Yu understood that Gou Shi's way was petrification, and it was extracting his own water vapor to turn into stone.

Long Yu felt his sword begin to petrify, and the water droplets on the tip of the sword retreated. Long Yu's mind was filled with a will to die, and the water droplets returned to the tip of the sword with a sense of fearlessness. Long Yu had the urge to kill himself. It turned out that his power of Taoism depended on the firm ideas in his mind, not on what he wanted in his heart.

Gou Shi showed a serious look in his eyes, and an invisible energy came from his right hand to the black and white Tai Chi diagram. The black and white Tai Chi in Gou Shi's hand merged into a peach wood sword, and a stone shape appeared from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

The tip of Gou Shi's sword pierced Long Yu's sword, and it turned into stone. Long Yu felt that Gou Shi's aura had become ten times stronger, and an idea emerged in his mind: This is the strength of the peak of the late Jindan period, and the previous ones were just Gou Shi's warm-up moves.

Long Yu watched as cracks appeared on his sword, as if it would break at any time. Long Yu shook his lips, playing the departure song with his left hand and the calming song with his right hand. An endless aura of differentiation reached Long Yu, and he was knocked to the ground.

The stone-turned zither was still hanging in the air. Gou Shi took the zither in his left hand, took a look at it, and threw it on Long Yu's body. The ground under Gou Shi's feet turned into rocks. Long Yu looked at the rocks in front of him stupidly, and they were about to approach him.

Long Yu was blown by some wind, and slapped his hands on the ground, and his body jumped into the air. Long Yu saw that he was only a split second away from turning into rock. Long Yu didn't know what kind of strength the Gou Shi in front of him had, since he could make rocks appear on the ground.

"Master, this guy is a man of the Way of Reality and Falsehood, not a transformation of rock. Don't believe what you see. His Reality and Falsehood are at least at the Spiritual Severing Stage, and he is not completely serious yet. With his Reality and Falsehood and Falsehood and Falsehood and Falsehood, he can fight a cultivator in the early stage of Mahayana. You must at least pass the tribulation before you can barely survive a move from him."

Long Yu looked at Gou Shi in front of him with an unbelievable look on his face. It was a challenge beyond his level, but he was a virtual body plus a virtual body. He was a genius among geniuses. Long Yu was still a useless body, and his Tao was still an ordinary Tao. There was no comparison at all.