The great monk, whose status in the Yin Yang family was much higher than that of Wu Peixian, sneered: "I'm very curious whether your dead mother will lose her mind and go crazy after you die."
"The Yin Yang Family of Wu Peixian's branch is average in strength, but their eyes are too high. If I had planned this game, you would have been dead in Qingqian City, let alone Fanke Mountain."
Guiliu stared at him and said hoarsely, "Who are you?"
"How can a dying person come up with so much nonsense? Of course, if you can bear the pain, I can consider whether to tell you."
A nail that had just been cultivated by this great monk of the Yin-Yang family was hovering in his hand. For thousands of years, the Yin Yang family has spread everywhere, but there has never been a great monk whose natal object is as special as his, a soul-suppressing nail that can torture the soul.
The nails flew out instantly, so fast that even the Protector's eager Zhuxian Sword couldn't stop him in time.
But even though the soul-suppressing nail had been nailed to the center of his eyebrows, blood was indeed flowing from the man's eyebrows, but he did not show any pain.
Even the great monk of the Yin Yang family, who had never failed, changed his expression. The soul-suppressing nail is one of the most ruthless natal objects in the world. The soul of the person who is nailed is like being dragged into a hot oil pan for cooking. Even the great Buddhist monk who was famous for self-immolation to improve his realm two hundred years ago could not bear the pain and let out a miserable scream when he was nailed. How could he, a mere first-grade martial artist, be able to withstand this?
The blood flowing from his eyebrows soon covered the man's entire face. But he was still neither happy nor sad, extremely calm.
Isn't it more painful than cutting one's chest and turning one's hair white?
Isn't it more painful than this to abandon the woman you love most with your own hands?
Isn't it more painful than watching Chen Luyao lose her soul?
What's more, he has long since lost his soul and is no longer a real person.
The great monk of the Yin Yang family failed for the first time in more than a hundred years of practice. He was so angry that he laughed, "Third disciple Zou Yan, Jingfang. You must remember this, I will wait for you to come to me after you become a ghost!"
Guiliu tried his best to open his eyes and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito or fly, "Disciple Zou Yan, you are so majestic. It scared your father to death."
Jingfang's eyes were all cracked, "Go to hell!"
Gui Liu nodded, closed his eyes, and murmured in his heart, "Mom and dad, Gui Qing, Si Zhi, I won't go back."
The moment the soul-suppressing nail penetrated the man's head, no blood spattered out.
The world between heaven and earth was instantly filled with an insurmountable pressure.
At this moment, the flow of flowers is covered with golden light, like a pure god.
Jingfang suddenly raised his head and said angrily: "Who is responsible?!"
There are nine heavens beyond the nine heavens, and that is the jurisdiction of the Shinto co-lord.
The woman standing in the highest sky had a pair of bright red eyes without any emotion. She moved her wrist slightly, and in an instant, a golden beam of light as thick as a mountain hit the earth.
The three disciples of the ancestor of the Yin-Yang family instantly used their magical powers to run away like crazy and were almost hit by a beam of light.
At this moment, his heart was filled with fear. Wasn't the One in Heaven reshaping the divine way? Why would he suddenly take action on such a trivial matter in the human world?
And it’s all for this useless secular prince!
Gui Liu, who was safe and sound, suddenly had red eyes, and looked up at the sky in confusion, "Is that you?"
But no voice answered him.
The place hit by the light beam was unharmed, Jingfang was in shock. He was sure that if he had been hit just now, even if he had a hundred lives, he would not be enough to die.
Fearing that the second beam of light would fall down, the great monk of the Yin-Yang family had only one thought in his mind at this moment, and that was to run!
Just as he was about to stand up straight and use his magical power, a hand pressed hard on his shoulder.
"Third disciple Zou Zi, you are so powerful, so powerful, you scared your father and me to death."
Jingfang turned around sharply and saw a smiling face. He felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He retreated again and again, as if he was facing the Buddhist saint who committed self-immolation two hundred years ago to achieve enlightenment.
In more than two hundred years, he had three battles with this eighth disciple of the Taoist Ancestor, and lost all three battles. And after losing the last battle, his Taoist heart almost broke.
"Why do you appear here?" Jingfang asked warily.
"The new Chunguan I found with all my money was almost killed by a shady guy. Did Fellow Daoist Jing see where this person went?"
Jingfang took action in an instant, and the soul-suppressing nail flew out so fast that he couldn't even see the afterimage.
The Lotus Crown Taoist just turned sideways and jumped to the right, "I'm hiding!"
The soul-suppressing nail swept back instantly, and the Lotus Crown Taoist jumped to the left again, "I'll hide again!"
Missing both times, Jingfang's face turned pale. He would rather lose to this man in another argument than be so humiliated!
Taoist Lotus Crown was having a great time playing with the soul-suppressing nail. Jingfang was so angry that he suddenly burst into laughter and even burst into tears, "You don't care about his life or death?"
This time, the Lotus Crown Taoist used his two fingers to knock back the soul-suppressing nail, straightened the lotus crown on his head, and said with a smile: "Why should I care?"
Jingfang turned his head to look at the hillside, his smile suddenly stiffened.
I saw a white-haired figure appearing next to the man at some point, wielding six exquisite flying swords, killing him wantonly, as if he was in a deserted land.
When Jingfang came to his senses, a golden whisk appeared in Master Lotus Crown's hand.
"In this fourth battle, Pindao will talk to you carefully."
The two of them were instantly in a dojo filled with immortal energy.
It was in this dojo that Jingfang, representing the profound knowledge of the Yin Yang family, had three inquiries with the most cynical disciple of the Tao Ancestor.
The last time Dao's heart almost broke, after returning to Yin Yang's house, Zou Zi once said to him, "The most domineering person in learning, if you meet a rogue, do you still expect to win?"
Jingfang took a deep breath, his eyes were hot, "Get rid of your cynicism, do you dare to have a real discussion with me?"
Lotus Crown Taoist clasped his ears and said, "I wonder if you have heard this sentence..."
"It's better to just sit and talk..."
"Get up and do it!"
Jingfang was unprepared and was knocked out by the Lotus Crown Taoist who suddenly took action and fell heavily.
Lotus Crown Taoist shook his fly whisk and said to himself: "What is this? A rogue scholar?"
On another battlefield, the six flying swords controlled by the white-haired puppet were still exquisite and clear without a trace of blood after killing thousands of people.
Guiliu looked around and took a breath. Under the feet, at the foot of the hillside, there was not a trace of blood, but they were all densely covered with wrinkled mummies!
The scene in front of me, which is not tragic but extremely horrifying, can best be described as "rubbing hair and drinking blood"!
At this moment, his ears finally calmed down. Gui Liu opened the fire in the campfire, added some wood, and then sat down again around the fire.
Seeing that the puppet was still standing motionless, Geiliu said, "Come and sit for a while."
The puppet remained motionless.
"I have absorbed the life energy of so many people, but I have not developed any spiritual wisdom." Guiliu paused, nodded and said: "Just like me, I have been in a dead end time and time again, but I have never been able to die. "
Gui Liu looked up at the sky and said with a smile: "Si Zhi, you still have feelings for me in your heart, right?"
"Yes pinch, yes pinch."
A familiar voice came from behind Gui Liu.
Guiliu turned around and saw that he was safe and sound, with his snow-white robe still neat, and asked, "Did you win?"
"Good luck, slightly better, slightly better." Lotus Crown Taoist said with a smile.
Guiliu stood up, clasped his fists and saluted as a martial artist, and said seriously: "Thank you, Taoist Priest Wuchen, for your rescue."
Taoist Lotus Crown shook his head quickly, "No need to thank you, no need to thank you, we are all one family, it should be, it should be."
Guiliu frowned slightly, "A family."
Taoist Lotus Crown scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile: "That's right, the Queen, Her Royal Highness the Princess made a deal with Pindao. According to Her Majesty's instructions, Pindao will be Your Royal Highness's evangelist from now on. And the protector, Her Royal Highness the Princess has also made the decision for you and agreed to the appointment of a spring official that Pindao has mentioned many times before."
Guiliu gritted his teeth, "You little girl, how dare you make the decision for me? Let's see how I deal with you when I get back!"
Taoist Lotus Crown quickly helped to smooth things over, "Actually, this matter is the Queen's will. The Queen was afraid that His Highness the Prince would travel far away alone and would inevitably encounter danger, so she made this deal with Pindao."
Guiliu snorted and said coldly: "Then please go back to Taoist Priest Wuchen and tell my mother and my sister that I, the client, do not agree! This transaction is void!"
Taoist Lotus Crown whispered: "His Royal Highness, think twice before you act. The deal is done. It cannot be canceled just because it is canceled."
Guiliu looked at him sideways, "Why are you still talking nonsense to me? Why don't you just kidnap your new Chun Guan back to the Lotus Cave."
"I can't do it, I can't do it." Taoist Lotus Crown shook his fly whisk and suddenly said seriously: "Her Royal Highness the Princess asked me to transfer something to you."
"Huh?" Guiliu looked confused.
Taoist Lotus Crown suddenly stretched out his two fingers and put them between Gui Liu's eyebrows, and a tiny spot of light instantly disappeared.
Guiliu stood there stupidly, motionless, as if he had been out of his body and wandering in a fugue.
Taoist Lotus Crown put down his fingers and watched as his face gradually burst into tears and his lips trembled.
He was actually very curious about what was in this ball of light. But it must be nothing more than clarifying the whole story, understanding it with reason, and moving it with emotion.
But he guessed wrong, very wrong.
In that ball of light, Gui Qing didn't explain anything, didn't say any touching words, she just stared at the man for a long time with her extremely gentle and emotional autumn eyes.
So the man knew that he could not die no matter what, even if he was still alive, even if he was missing arms and legs, even if he crawled, he had to crawl until he got home.
Because there is someone at home waiting for me.
The same thing was recorded on the same day in the eighth year of Yuanyou in Dafeng Dynasty and the sixteenth year of Yongshuang in Dajing Dynasty.
"This late summer, spring thunder rises at night, and it appears everywhere."
"The clear sky is clear and the spring thunder is ringing, and millions of brave horses are driving back."
The reason why both dynasties heard the rumbling spring thunder in late summer was because the most solemn amnesty ceremony in the history of Taoist orthodoxy had begun.
Lotus cave in the sky, millions of lotus flowers connecting the sky and the sea.
The four immortals stood on a lotus flower as big as a state, and worked together to beat the spring drum.
Amidst bursts of spring thunder, the Lord of the Cave Heaven personally wore a jade plaque engraved with the ancient seal script "春官" on the man.
Soon, this matter will be recorded in all the mansion records of the Immortal Family and the various schools of thought.
Let this young man, who is only in his early twenties, truly become famous all over the world!
