Moonlight night.
The thin clouds dispersed.
The moonlight shone down on the cold ground, and there was still a hint of coolness.
On the land of the Central Plains, Taiyuan walked past and walked straight towards the underworld.
The Nether Realm, adjacent to Nanling, is also one of the Nine States. However, due to its remoteness and many taboos, few people have ever set foot there.
It is precisely because of the remote location of the Underworld that the Dao Sect chose most of the Underworld to be sealed here thousands of years ago.
As Taiyuan said, the world has received too many favors from Taoism, and must also endure the endless troubles left by Taoism.
The land of the underworld will be broken sooner or later, and by then, only future generations will have to find ways to deal with it.
certainly.
Taiyuan, who woke up after a thousand years, decided to get rid of part of it first for the sake of his old friends.
Under the moon, a figure in green clothes walked under the stars and the moon. Not long after, they arrived at Nanling.
The mountainous terrain of Nanling is very difficult for ordinary people to walk, and even for warriors, it is not that easy to walk.
However.
Except for Taiyuan's level of breaking the five realms.
Even though he is about to disappear, there is no place in this world that Taoist saints cannot go to.
Taiyuan walked among the lofty mountains of Nanling, stepping on mountains and rivers and great rivers, all the way towards the southeast.
soon.
A place of change.
Taiyuan arrived, glanced at the five temples, and continued walking forward without paying too much attention.
Old, young, sick and disabled.
That’s all.
Leave it to the juniors.
He remembered that there seemed to be several more troublesome ones sealed in the underworld.
It didn't take long.
Taiyuan walked out of the land of changes and entered the underworld.
At night, it was a dark, dead land. As far as the eye could see, it was lifeless.
Turning a region into a cage and locking it in the underworld is such a feat that only the Taoist sect from a thousand years ago could do.
In the underworld, living people can enter and exit, but dead people can enter and exit!
"Where are you from?"
Taiyuan stopped and looked around to see the specific location of the ordinary seal of the underworld.
I'm so old that I can't remember the location clearly.
After thinking for a long time, Taiyuan turned and walked towards the northwest.
It seems to be over there.
"Roar!"
A quarter of an hour later, an earth-shattering roar echoed through the night from a huge abyss.
"Taeyuan!!"
There were roars and hatred, and the sky and the earth lost all color.
"What to shout?"
Taiyuan looked at the old man in front of him and said calmly, "I've allowed you to live for another thousand years, aren't you satisfied?"
In the abyss, among the crisscrossing iron ropes, the old man struggled desperately and roared, "Let me out!"
"Let you go out? Look at what you are like now. After you go out, you won't lose all the people in my sect."
Taiyuan stepped forward and said calmly, "I'm going to die anyway, so I'll put in more effort to take you away with me."
While speaking, Taiyuan walked up to the old man and raised his hand to pat the old man Tianling.
"boom!"
The moment his palm fell, nearly half of the iron ropes around the old man's body collapsed. Before the life and death crisis, the old man could no longer care too much. He gave up his life, forcibly fought for part of the restraints, and faced him head-on.
Two terrifying forces collided with each other. The old man took a few steps back, his right arm twisted, and his bones loomed.
"Why don't you just kill without mercy?"
Taiyuan sighed softly, took a step forward, and his figure disappeared instantly.
When he reappeared, Taiyuan was already in front of the old man, grabbed his face, and smashed him against the cliff.
Suddenly, the cliff shook violently and rocks fell like rain.
"Taeyuan!"
The old man struggled violently, roared continuously, and black energy surged all over his body, but he could not break free from the shackles of the former.
"You go first, I'll be there soon."
Taiyuan said calmly, and used his right hand to forcefully disperse his spiritual consciousness.
The old man's body trembled, and the signs of struggle became weaker and weaker. After a few breaths, the black energy dissipated and his body began to turn gray.
After finishing one of them, a look of exhaustion flashed across Taiyuan's face, he turned around and left the abyss, heading towards the next place.
It seems that he has overestimated himself. With his current strength, he cannot kill a few.
That's all, just kill a few.
Leave the rest to that old guy Confucius.
Another quarter of an hour later.
"Taiyuan, you!"
The sound of panic resounded throughout the world, and then the screams sounded, making people shudder.
"Stop shouting, it's too noisy!"
With an impatient voice, Taiyuan forcefully eliminated the second Netherworld.
"Taiyuan, I want to meet you and spare my life, ah!"
Half an hour later.
In the third mountain stream, the body of a woman with unparalleled beauty quickly turned to ashes. Her unparalleled beauty could not stop the ruthlessness of time.
After the mirror, flower, water and moon are shattered, everything will return to dust, and dust to dust.
In the sky, the bright moon moves to the west, and to the east, a flash of white fish belly appears.
Obviously, it's almost dawn.
In the fourth point of desolation, Taiyuan slapped an old woman to death with one palm, and used the remaining strength to remove her ghost body. He looked up to the east, a look of relief flashed in his vicissitudes of life.
Is it time?
The breeze blows, and the sun rises in the east.
The first ray of sunshine falls on the earth, dispelling the coldness of the night.
Taiyuan stood under the morning light, feeling the warmth of the sun for the first time in a thousand years.
"This world is really boring."
The time has come, and Taiyuan looks at the world in front of him that is completely different from that of the past, with no trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
He is finally going to die!
I really don’t know why those losers desperately want to live forever.
As expected, he still couldn't understand the thinking of those useless people.
Under the golden morning light, Taiyuan's whole body gradually turned into ashes and disappeared into smoke.
"Xihe."
The last sound echoed between heaven and earth for a long time.
Confucianism gate, east courtyard.
Confucius stood in front of the wooden house, watching the passing of his old friend, with a flash of sadness in his eyes.
Have a good trip, old friend.
Unknown land.
Inside the Yanyu Building.
Li Qingzhi stood quietly in front of the high seat, bowed respectfully in the direction of the underworld, and bid farewell to the Taoist sages.
Deep inside Yanyu Tower.
The old figure also stood up and bowed his hands.
From now on, there will be no sages in the Taoist sect.
Half a day later.
Outside the Yanyu Building, three figures stepped forward.
The leader, Xuan Ming, entered the Yanyu Tower holding a broken sword wrapped in rags.
"Owner!"
In the mist and rain, the three of them saluted. Xuan Ming held up the Immortal Killing Sword with both hands and said respectfully, "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."
On the high seat.
Li Qingzhi looked at the three people below and said calmly, "Thank you."
After saying that, Li Qingzhi held his right hand emptyly and took the Immortal Killing Sword.
The coarse cloth cracked, revealing the original appearance of Zhu Xian. The broken stone sword was extremely heavy.
Li Qingzhi looked at the stone sword in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The Dao Sect's killing sword, killing immortals.
Sure enough, it lives up to its reputation.
After a moment, Li Qingzhi withdrew his gaze, looked at the three people below, and said, "The reward will be sent to your residence later. You three have been running around for a few days, so go down and rest first."
"My subordinates resign."
The three of them bowed again, then turned and left.
"The three of them are quite loyal."
Deep in the Yanyu Tower, an old voice sounded, saying, "I didn't take the Immortal Killing Sword privately."
"It's not about loyalty, it's about not daring."
In front of the high seat, Li Qingzhi said calmly, "They know the strength of Yanyulou very well. Moreover, there is only one Zhuxian Sword. The three of them do not trust each other, but they can restrain each other. The best choice is to send the sword back."
"What do you decide to do with this sword?" the old voice asked.
"Suppressed in the mist and rain tower, nourished by the aura of killing."
Li Qingzhi said something, and his figure passed by and came to the front of Yanyu Tower. He immediately stepped on it and jumped up.
Upstairs in the Yanyu Tower, Li Qingzhi held the Zhuxian Sword backwards and inserted the ancient sword directly into the top of the Yanyu Tower.
moment.
An astonishing devouring power erupted from the Zhuxian Sword, wildly devouring the murderous aura in the Yanyu Tower.
If there is a place with the strongest murderous spirit in the world, apart from the battlefield, it is the Yanyu Tower.
Similar to the power of faith in the Temple of Heaven in the Western Regions, Yanyu Tower is the strongest killer organization in the world. It has countless killers in charge, and the most indispensable one is the killing spirit.
The Dao Sect's killing sword, which is nourished by the killing energy of Yanyu Tower, is the most suitable.
At the same time, the great commercial capital.
Outside the south city gate.
Five people rushed back.
When he was about to enter the city, Li Ziye stopped and looked in the direction of Yanyu Tower, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved.
From now on, Yanyu Tower truly has the strength to compete with the world's forces.
The second brother must know his intentions and there is no need for him to worry.
Now, it's up to Sister Youwei.
