Chapter 492: Nothing beats going home
Ziting Dao Palace.
Yun Qingxia stood on the Zhuque Gate, leaning on the railing, looking out over the river and lake.
"What on earth is Youshan thinking? What on earth is he going to do...to overturn this country and rebuild the kingdom belonging to the Yinxiao Sect?"
Behind Yun Qingxia, there was a person standing. He was wearing a chain-like golden armor and a purple gold crown. He was leaning on a red stick. He clearly looked like a warrior, but the aura around him was very depressing, as if his feet were The dust on the sides is shaking.
His face used to be frivolous, but now it is a bit deep, and the paleness from a long illness has not faded from his face.
"Uncle, when a tall building rises from the ground, it still requires manpower to build it... It seems that people like dad are rare in the world."
This man is Qitian, a strong and tenacious young man.
Yun Qingxia nodded slowly and looked at the changes in the clouds on the horizon thoughtfully: "I have always believed that as long as there are no rebellious ministers, traitors, and people with evil intentions in this world, the world will be unified and the Great Summer will flourish for thousands of years.
Now I also want to understand a lot. I want to walk more and see more, and I realize that it is because of these people that the rulers can find and fill the gaps, and the world can barely be at peace.
Barely achieving peace... sounds like it shouldn't be the ambition of our scholars - but now it seems that we scholars are too ambitious. "
Qi Tian smiled and shook his head: "Uncle, I don't listen to your Confucian things."
"It's not Confucianism, it's just my own perception." Yun Qingxia held the animal head on the armrest and looked back at Qi Tian: "You have a father in one mouth and an uncle in the other. Aren't you ashamed?"
Qi Tian chuckled: "What's his is mine, and what's mine is still mine."
Yun Qingxia stared at him, silent for a long time, but there was a hint of sadness on her face.
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"Disciple, don't you still miss the soul?"
Zhang Yang closed the door and thought for a while, then knocked on the door. His expression was a little unnatural - how could there be such a humble master in the world.
"Master, I said that I want to create the most perfect soul in thousands of years. The heavenly gate I want to open cannot be matched by anyone."
"My dear daughter, think about it, even if you break through the Yuan Shen now, you will still be the perfect Yuan Shen in this world. Why bother fighting for the title?"
There was silence in the room for a while, and Wen Renzhu's laughing voice came: "Anyway, I can beat that guy."
Zhang Yangguan chuckled, "Disciple, you never put him in your eyes. Why are you obsessed with him at this moment?"
"In this world, he is the only one who can be my old enemy. Naturally, I don't want to be inferior to others."
"It's because he had a great opportunity. If we just talk about cultivation talent, we still can't tell who he is."
"...Master, do you know something?"
It is hard to imagine that Zhang Zhang, who was apparently the number one in the world and the leader of the orthodox religion, had such a aggrieved expression when he killed the evil sects in the Jianghu and the evil sects with fear.
"Ah, can you let Master come in and talk? Master is an old man and his back can't stand straight."
There was silence in the room again, and a helpless tone came out: "Hey, come in."
Zhang Yangguan opened the door, and Wenren Zhuxiao was still motionless on the futon. After all, he put away his cultivation power and stood up slowly. With a flick of his bare hand, the chair flew over and was placed horizontally in front of Zhang Yangguan.
Zhang Yangguan sighed: "Master will not hide the matter from you now. After all, this matter is of great importance."
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Wenren Zhuxiao sat down solemnly, and Zhang Yangguan nodded: "I originally planned to tell you when you reach Yuanshen. After all, these things are the secrets of the world... But now you are half a human. Now that I have taken this step, it doesn’t hurt to tell you.
Disciple, don’t put too much pressure on You Chuiyun to catch up... In fact, you only have a partial understanding of his secrets. Even Master only knows part of it, but this part alone shocked the whole world.
Disciple...You Chuiyun is actually..."
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Under the throne.
You Chuiyun stood for a long time. After he said those words, the two people who had revealed their identities were speechless for a long time.
Then You Chuiyun moved, he stepped forward and slapped his father who had just acknowledged him in the face.
The skull was as solid as a stone, yet it remained motionless, acquiescing to his behavior...
"Can't even control your own emotions?"
The skull said quietly: "In this regard, you are not like me?"
"Like what? Cold-blooded and ruthless?" You Chuiyun's eyes were full of fierceness, as if he was facing a real enemy, not his father.
"Have you come to see me once in all these years?"
"Of course - more than once."
The Ghost King, or in other words, Youshan still has no fluctuations at all, like an ancient well, which makes Youchuiyun shudder just looking at it: "I almost died so many times, but you didn't help me?"
"You're not dead, are you?"
What You Shan said made You Chuiyun feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave: "Your life is very good. Not only are you my son, but your current cultivation level is barely passable."
You Chuiyun didn't care about his cultivation or fate at all. He just tilted his head and asked: "That winter, I was freezing to death in the ice and snow. I was shivering in the snow like a dog. Do you know?"
"I was there that time."
You Chuiyun roared angrily, and nailed it with one finger. It seemed that thousands of gods were secretly chanting mysterious spells under this finger, and a trace of purple energy was born.
"All-god finger? Interesting."
Youshan Skull sat still, just pointing a finger, several barriers unfolded out of thin air.
You Chuiyun's finger was extremely angry, and his abundant mana was outputted like a river, easily breaking through the most superficial barrier.
But the next few barriers, no matter how powerful he is, are just golden elixirs, and it is impossible to break through Youshan's spell.
Who is Youshan? Ten years ago he was the number one genius in the world.
Become a god?
He is already at the top, and his goal ten years ago was to surpass Zhang Yangguan.
To put it bluntly, who is Yu Chuiyun? Can an ant bite an elephant?
But You Chuiyun naturally has a trump card. In the tomb of the God King, he is not afraid of exposing his secrets at all, and at this time, he actually doesn't care at all.
With the Demon Clan Divine Stone in his hand, at this moment the river on You Chuiyun's body turned into a river! The rushing river is about to enter the sea! To break through all the heavy rocks and mountains, all the shackles.
The characteristics of the white tiger were instantly reflected on You Chuiyun, patterns appeared on his face, and the muscles all over his body instantly became as strong as whiskers.
He is the White Tiger, and the White Tiger is him.
In an instant, even the skull could detect the movement of the skull due to the pressure from the bloodline of the holy beast.
"To prove it by killing, did you actually get Bai Hu's choice... Yes, that's good."
The skull's gaze was focused for a moment, and You Chuiyun looked at the white tiger.
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Zi broke through three barriers in a row and came to it.
Youshan smiled contemptuously, then reached out and pointed at Youchuiyun. Suddenly, a giant bird came to his attention, and a Suzaku bird appeared, screaming and pounced on Youchuiyun.
This Suzaku has a red body and three pure-blood feathers on its black eyes, all proving its authentic appearance.
Suzaku's power? !
You Chuiyun's Ten Thousand Gods Pointer was already at the end of its strength. He never expected that the skull also had the power of the Four Saints.
He had no choice but to change his moves, use the power of the white tiger to destroy the Suzaku bird, and then instantly pull out a huge golden coffin from his hand.
The huge force came, and the golden coffin smashed down like a giant crocodile closing its mouth, trying to bite everything in the world to pieces.
It's a pity that Youshan's strength is beyond his expectation.
A green turtle and snake were entangled, its arms were as thick as tree trunks, and it stood howling like a motionless Mount Tai.
Xuanwu's body is stronger than anything else in the world... After the loud clang, You Chuiyun could no longer hide his surprise on the surface.
"Suzaku...and Xuanwu..."
Youshan saw that he was stunned. The illusion of Suzaku and Xuanwu stood behind him, and he laughed loudly: "My son, my father still overestimated you a little."
Before You Chuiyun could retort, another elephant appeared behind You Shan.
The green energy rushed straight to the dome, and the curled up body was truly huge. The body covered in blue scales was unique in the world.
You Chuiyun was completely stunned, and the White Tiger Divine Stone in his hand kept trembling and getting hot.
"...This, Qinglong?"
"Azure Dragon, Suzaku, Xuanwu... are all in my body... Back then, the white tiger couldn't stand me, so it wanted to be independent, but it probably never expected that its power would fall into my son's hands.
Hahahahaha. "
Youshan's laughter, which was originally suppressed, suddenly amplified and sounded very harsh.
Look from afar.
The father and the son are facing each other. One side is proud of the three saints, while the other side is dim. No matter how you look at it, they don't look like matching opponents.
After Youshan finished laughing, he said seriously: "Youchuiyun, at this age, you are not as good as me."
You Chuiyun looked at the three saints baring their teeth and claws. The power of the white tiger in their body was far inferior... and he felt a sense of despair for a moment.
At this time, the skeleton on the throne raised a hand and reached out to You Chuiyun: "My son, the reconstruction of the Yinxiao Sect is right before our eyes. Our teachers, relatives and friends... I can fish them all out of the underworld... Back then I have an agreement with the envoy, and the envoy will help me hide them in the underworld.
Now that the world will be overthrown, I will let them see the world again and make this world the world of my Yinxiao Sect!
Thousands of years, ten thousand years, tens of millions of years, vicissitudes of life, eternity of time, this is the world of our Yinxiao Sect. "
This is an invitation from Ghost King, Youshan, the young sect of Yinxiao Sect, to You Chuiyun.
You Chuiyun looked at the hand stretched out by the skeleton...he looked a little confused. He seemed to have recalled something, and his eyes became swaying.
Although this hand is ugly, it is undoubtedly attractive, especially to him, the young master of the Yinxiao Sect who relies on others to be the most humble and lowly dog.
What word in the world is better than the word "go home"?
You Chuiyun took a deep breath. He thought of everything about being a human being, the painful first ten years and the last eight years of struggle.
"Dad, I am eighteen years old, almost nineteen."
You Chuiyun suddenly said nonchalantly.
(End of chapter)
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