The Pan King of the Ancient World Proved the Way

When King Pan rode the waves to Lingxi Island, a huge crowd of monks had already formed on the shore, watching the spectacle of mortals chasing away the waves.

"Be good! Use your inner strength to stir up huge waves and lift yourself up to move forward in the sea. Are you still a human being?"

"I heard rumors in the market that a mortal came to the Three Islands Sea and killed many monks who killed people and took treasures. I didn't believe it at first. It's hard not to believe this scene!"

"Your news is out of date a long time ago. I have a Taoist friend who came back from the Middle-earth Continent last month and told me that a martial arts master who is comparable to a monk has emerged from the Eastern Continent."

The monks were all talking, talking and pointing fingers at King Pan.

King Pan fell to the shore and was unhappy.

"Everyone, please disperse! The dignified cultivators are just like ordinary people. They are noisy and indecisive."

He was not angry, and his inner strength penetrated his body, forming a force field with a radius of ten miles, which pressed down with a sudden force, knocking the monks present staggering.

Those who came to watch were all casual cultivators, the lowest level of the cultivating world. They could not bear the pressure of King Pan. After screaming, they all fell into silence and did not dare to speak anymore.

King Pan was unwilling to let them go.

"With your qualifications, cultivation is inherently difficult, so you should seize every moment. You spent your time practicing watching the excitement and judging others, but now you may have broken through to the next level!"

He really doesn't understand.

The cruelty of the spiritual world is obvious. Those who are weak will be bullied, whipped, and even worse, die in fights with other people. Why are there always some monks who do nothing all day long, talking about other people, spreading gossip everywhere, and are even more gossipy than women in the secular world.

In the ancient world, there have never been such people. From those with great supernatural powers to small immortals and demons, they basically practice in seclusion in caves. When they encounter bottlenecks in their practice, they seek out immortals and visit friends. Therefore, there is a saying that years have always been counted since ancient times.

After King Pan finished speaking, he jumped up, leaving a series of afterimages in mid-air, and flew into the depths of Lingxi Island.

It took a long time for the onlookers to react.

"We were reprimanded by a mortal?" A weak voice ignited the audience.

boom!

The shore became noisy again, and these monks were chattering and talking non-stop, expressing their opinions and opinions.

Soon after, the news that thousands of monks were trained by a mortal swept the entire overseas cultivation world and continued to spread to other regions.

After King Pan entered Lingxifang City, fewer people paid attention to him. In the market, there are actually mostly ordinary people, and they are ordinary people who only know some boxing and kicking skills, and have not even cultivated their internal strength.

The energy used for cultivation in this world is also spiritual energy. It is also spiritual energy, which is completely different from the spiritual energy in the prehistoric world.

It's not that the level of spiritual energy in this world is low, on the contrary, the spiritual energy in this world is more mysterious than that in the prehistoric world.

King Pan couldn't tell how specific it was. It would have to wait until he found out the complete cultivation system in this world.

"The world of spiritual practice has arrived, but how to get started?"

King Pan looked at the stalls on both sides of the street and felt troubled.

When he came to another world, he became a penniless pauper. He was so poor that he didn't even have the lowest elixir.

After he killed the bandit cultivators who were killing people and seizing treasures, he did not collect their storage bags.

If the powerful people in the ancient world knew that after killing someone, Panwang Daozu also pocketed objects that were not even worth an elixir, they would probably laugh out loud.

If he wants money, he must do so in an upright manner. He will never take dirty money.

"That's all, I also have to experience the life of a small casual cultivator."

King Pan shook his head with a wry smile and walked outside Fangshi. He needs to prepare some tools to earn his first pot of gold in another world.

A moment later, King Pan, dressed in Taoist attire, holding a long flag and dressed like a standard fortune teller, entered the market again.

This time, it caused quite a stir.

Among ordinary people, it is not uncommon for people to read and tell fortunes, but in the world of spiritual practice, they are rare.

Those who can predict the secrets of heaven and know the past and future are all people with a very high status in the spiritual world. Such people will basically not show up in public and come out to tell people's fortunes.

Even those from the Tianji family in the cultivation world have not said that anyone is willing to come out and reveal the secrets.

"He knows everything about good and bad luck, and knows all about his opportunities and his future. This man is so brave!"

"Indeed, when calculating good or bad luck, you can still talk about it casually. Can you deceive people about things like chance? And if there is a chance, why doesn't he take it himself?"

As soon as King Pan appeared, there were countless rumors, and they didn't believe King Pan from the bottom of their hearts.

An unlucky guy who looked like an immortal scoffed and walked up to King Pan, wanting to taunt him.

King Pan doesn't play by the rules. He said in other places that he can't control and he doesn't want to. In the ancient world, there are people who don't care about life and death using words to offend him every day, and he won't care about it if he feels it.

But it's very annoying to come up and be an eyesore.

Then, with a bang, the unfortunate guy was whipped away by King Pan's sleeve, flipped 180 degrees in the air, and fell onto his back.

"hiss!"

Some other immortals became obedient, shrank their heads, and ran away, for fear of being attacked like this.

King Pan's understatement left a deep impression on everyone. People who saw this scene didn't understand that King Pan looked like a mortal, but in fact he was anything but ordinary.

"Senior, do you really want to tell your fortune?"

A smart-looking young man walked out of the crowd and came to King Pan.

King Pan's eyes moved and fell on this person's face. Immediately, he grasped some information about this person.

It couldn't be easier for him to estimate the past and future by looking at faces without inferring heavenly secrets.

"The price of asking me to tell your fortune is not cheap. Can you afford it?"

King Pan looked at the young man and said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, before the young man could say anything, the crowd was already booing. Everyone looked at the young man with gloating eyes, waiting for the kindness below.

The young man didn't answer, he lowered his head, wrung his hands together, and fell into a tangle.

He was too young and his cultivation level was low. If he had no other choice, he would not be able to get out of the crowd.

Chapter 279 The deal is concluded

King Pan didn't care whether the young man was ill and sought medical treatment. He warned: "My little fellow Taoist, meeting Pindao is your greatest opportunity. Whether you are willing to pay the price or not depends on you."

After that, he continued to move forward.

When the melon-eaters saw Pan Wang's behavior, most of them sneered in their hearts, thinking that Pan Wang was just letting his lust go. Only a few felt sorry for this young man.

It's all about cultivation, and the true Taoist immortals are completely different from those monks who have empty magic power, the name of immortals, but no reality. In the prehistoric world, there would have been young heroes who had come to expose King Pan's "true face" a long time ago.

The young man's heart wandered. He went to King Pan on a whim to grab a glimmer of hope. However, if the problem still cannot be solved after paying a huge price, then he really doesn't know what to do.

He gritted his teeth and chased after him. He was desperate and had no choice.

"Senior, if what you say is true, I am willing to give it a try."

Since King Pan was doing business, he naturally didn't walk very fast. With the young man's foot strength, he could catch up.

"Ha ha!"

King Pan smiled cheerfully and said: "Opportunity is opportunity, what can you give in exchange for Pindao?"

The young man was silent. He didn't have any wealth. He could barely survive in Lingxifang City.

King Pan said again: "It seems that you are also a practitioner. Your soul suffered some damage when you left the body. That's why you came to Lingxi Island to repair the soul. However, your soul was injured too seriously. The Lingxi Horn cannot cure it at all.”

Hearing King Pan's words, the young man was shocked.

His soul was indeed hurt. However, the damage is extremely special, and even the masters of the Soul Realm cannot come out.

These few words from King Pan simply became his life-saving straw.

"Senior, do you have any idea?"

The young man's eyes were full of hope and he didn't care about anything.

King Pan knew what he was thinking, so he said: "Your soul has been invaded by an external demon. Although your parents took action in time to help you regain your true nature, the memory of the external demon is affecting you all the time. Changing your character. Therefore, your cultivation has been stuck in the current state since then."

To put it simply, when this young man was practicing Taoism, his soul accidentally communicated with some remaining souls in the void and was devoured. His elders discovered the problem and took action, allowing the memory of the remnant soul to enter the young man's soul.

Those who can leave residual souls in the void are definitely not comparable to young monks. Their memories can last for hundreds of years and thousands of years. The young man tried to resist with his own will, but in the end he could only maintain the status quo and could not get complete treatment.

Panwang revealed all the secrets that the young man had buried in his heart.

"What a scary person. Even my parents don't know this secret. He just looked at me and told me everything. Could it be that he really has a way?"

The boy's breathing became rapid.

King Pan asked seriously: "Of course there is a way. As long as you can get rid of the delusions in your heart, see your true nature clearly, and insist on yourself, no matter how powerful the memory of the external demon is, it will not be able to stop you."

The young man was confused: "Get rid of your delusions?"

At this point, the young man calmed down.

He bowed to King Pan respectfully and meticulously, and asked for advice: "Senior, please give me some advice."

The other monks finally understood some clues, and their playful smiles and gloating disappeared. They knew that this time they really met an expert.

King Pan stretched out his palm and spread it flat.

The young man immediately understood what King Pan meant. He fumbled around inside his clothes for a long time, using three layers inside and three outside, and finally took out a storage bag that looked very old.

Looking at the storage bag, King Pan couldn't help but admire the monks in this world. A group of mortal monks actually refined space treasures. On the other hand, in the prehistoric world, only monks in the Mysterious Immortal realm were able to arrange space arrays.

However, different worlds cannot be compared horizontally. Cultivation systems are different, and the characteristics of each realm are also different.