Yinzhou, Younan Province.
A villa stands at the west end, surrounded by peach trees.
Yuan Lizheng, the contemporary leader of Peach Shinto, sat high up in the lobby, staring at the message sent by the spy in his hand, his expression changing.
"I'll see you in three days..."
He read the contents of the text message thoroughly, his brows furrowed deeply, as if he was pondering its meaning.
"Sir, after Zhou Yanting was captured by Taishang Dao Master, he immediately became a traitor. He not only revealed all the secret hiding places in our Dao, but also spread the news to all Yuan sects with the help of sound transmission puppets. It has only been a day since the Taoist altar, and I am afraid that most of the ninety-nine states in the Middle-earth know about this! Now, not only the imperial court of the Great Zhou Dynasty has sent troops to destroy our Taoist altar, but even the mud-legged warriors among the people have spontaneously organized Apart from the army of demon slayers, I am afraid that the Taoist altar waiting for me in Middle-earth cannot be saved!"
The spy knelt on the ground and was covered in cold sweat while talking about what he saw and heard at that time.
"Master Zhou will definitely not betray me. There must be something fishy about this matter."
Yuan Lizheng looked at the spy's trembling body, playing with the two huge iron balls in his hands, and shook his head slightly.
Over the years, his cooperation with Zhou Yanting has been almost seamless, and the reason why he is promoted to the top is that he is sure to have the other party firmly in his hands.
If the other party takes the initiative to betray, firstly, they will not get any benefits, and secondly, they will not be able to do anything at all.
The souls of people controlled by his Peach Shinto God Doll, even if they break through the barrier of life and death and become ghosts and immortals, are still just dolls that can be manipulated.
And external force brings soul counter-control. Unless the opponent is the Creator who has survived the seven thunder tribulations, it will only turn Zhou Yanting into a fool in an instant.
"Master Taishang Dao, Duan Zhen? Huh! Does he think he can bully me just because he is the Supreme Daoist?"
Yuan Lizheng lowered his gaze and stared at the last few characters of the message, with a hint of anger and indignation in his tone.
Others didn't know it, but he knew that the old Taoist priest from the previous generation of Taishang Dao had only a remnant of his soul hundreds of years ago, and it took all his strength to even survive.
At this time, it was just good luck to find a successor. No matter how talented he was, how much cultivation could he achieve?
How dare a young, yellow-haired child say anything to him and come see him within three days?
"If some spirits are still alive, I will give up this life and give them an explanation. But a kid with a yellow mouth who has only been in Taoism for a few years really thinks he is invincible?"
Yuan Lizheng's voice was low and his words were cold.
The name Qian Lingxu he spoke of was the name of the previous Taishang Taoist Master.
His cultivation at that time had almost reached the eighth or ninth level of thunder tribulation, and in addition to the Eternal Kingdom, the King of Artifacts in its heyday, he searched the sky and the earth with every thought, searching for everything.
Even if the locked opponent escapes to the central world of the outer world, it will be meaningless. It can be said that with a murderous intention, no one in the sky or on the earth can save him.
If the other party was still alive and said such words in person, Yuan Lizheng would naturally not dare to have any other thoughts and just abandon this body and accept his defeat.
Anyway, their spiritual practice as ghosts and immortals is to regard the physical body as clothing, and the soul is the most important thing.
If the clothes are damaged, just change them.
But this new generation of Taoist master Duan Zhen, according to the text message brought by the spies, may not have even passed through the first level of thunder tribulation. Where does this come from, and dares to ask him to raise his head to see Tao Shen Dao?
"but…"
After Yuan Lizheng finished speaking angrily, his expression changed, and he suddenly looked at the spy kneeling on the ground and said:
"The Imperial Court of the Great Zhou Dynasty also knows about it, so this matter is not that easy to solve. Please inform all the factions currently in the Middle Earth to gather their forces for the time being and not to confront the imperial court directly. If there are any changes, report them at any time."
"Yes, sir!"
The spy heard the words and responded in a deep voice, then immediately ran towards the outer hall, obviously intending to spread this order to all the branches.
"Tai Shang Dao... Duan Zhen."
But at this moment, when Yuan Lizheng waited for the spy to leave, he suddenly stood up.
He had his hands behind his back and his brows were deeply furrowed. His expression showed no sign of disdain for Duan Zhen just now.
"How could I offend Tai Shangdao? Damn Zhou Yanting, you missed my big event!"
Yuan Lizheng murmured to himself in a low voice, his words carrying an indelible anger towards Zhou Yanting, and even a flicker of fear.
This is the fear of being too great.
With his subordinate by his side just now, as a contemporary Tao Shen Tao talker, he naturally couldn't show his timidity.
But in the entire Tao Shen Dao, almost no one understands the power of Tai Shang Dao better than him.
He still remembered that when he was in the Kamikaze Kingdom, the Supreme Dao Qian Lingxu once passed through the sea and the air.
That was him who was already a ghost and immortal. He had the opportunity to see the figure of the other party fleeing against the light in an instant.
Cold, endless cold.
At that time, Yuan Lizheng only felt that just by looking at the radiant light surrounding the other party, his thoughts were extremely obscure, and even his soul felt like he had fallen into a deep cold prison, and seemed to be unable to extricate himself forever.
At that time, he was at the peak of his spirit and brilliance. He thought that he would be able to survive life and death and be considered among the best in the world.
But he never expected that the gap between them, both being ghosts and immortals, would be so huge that it was so disappointing!
The Thunder Tribulation has reached the eighth and ninth levels. Looking at the vast era when the Holy Emperor ruled the world and overlooked the vast world, it can also be considered to be at the top!
Coupled with the Eternal Kingdom, the king of artifacts throughout the ages, even if ordinary Yang Shen masters attack, he can still protect himself without any worries!
This has been the case since ancient times. In this era when Taoism is fading and martial arts is declining, how irresistible should it be?
Zhou Yanting, who has been cultivating Taoism for hundreds of years, has changed his body for six lives, and it is only the fourth level of thunder calamity!
Even so, he can still envelop the ninety-nine states in the Middle Earth with his power. Even the Great Zhou at this moment is helpless against him.
Without Zhou Yanting's "betrayal", I am afraid that even the court would have been kept in the dark, and they would not even have known that there was Tao Shinto standing behind him!
"Anything related to the Supreme Way should not be underestimated. Since this period of truth has entered the world, it must not be as simple as it is now! It is impossible to say what kind of concealment method was used to cover up the thunder and calamity fluctuations of the soul."
This thought flashed through Yuan Lizheng's mind, and he suddenly raised his hand, and a gloomy power of the soul whipped up a strong wind, completely closing the surrounding doors.
He slapped the chair he was sitting on suddenly, and a complex pattern suddenly appeared three inches below it.
Vaguely, like a doll with staring eyes and tears of blood.
"I can't fight with this person. If the boat really capsizes in the gutter, how can I cultivate the way of the Yangshen? Just give him some puppets to divide the altar!"
A trace of determination flashed in Yuan Lizheng's eyes, and he quickly made seals with his hands, triggering the puppet with blood and tears in a flash.
Buzz!
A subtle light of formation circulation was turned on, and an opening was opened under the seat that could accommodate one person. From a distance, it seemed as if there was a deep and bottomless cave inside, and there was even the slightest sound of wind. came, obviously the space is not small!
Unexpectedly, Yuan Lizheng actually created an entrance to the underground cave under the seat in the center of the lobby!
Tear!
Yuan Lizheng calmed down and realized that there was no one else around, so he jumped decisively, followed the opening, and disappeared into the seat.
Immediately afterwards, the entrance immediately closed up, and within a few breaths, it was completely transformed into its original state.
But at this moment, a subtle invisible light suddenly appeared.
It seemed to be spiritual, flowing along the closed entrance in this last breath.
…
"Da da da…"
The long and narrow corridor is lined with thick bluestone slabs on both sides, and the walls are damp and covered with moss.
This corridor is very narrow. At its narrowest, it can only accommodate one person, and at its widest, it can only accommodate two people walking abreast.
There was an oil lamp about ten feet away, with green flames, dark and dark, which made people feel frightened.
God knows when this building deep underground was built, but judging from its rock layer, it should be many years old.
Yuan Lizheng walked in this dark place. Even though it was extremely dark, there was a heavy light shining in his eyes, as if lightning flashed across, and all the scenery was clearly visible.
After all, he is a ghost and immortal of the fourth calamity. The empty room generates electricity, and seeing the night as day is just an ordinary method.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, a long corridor suddenly appeared in front of us. There were more than twenty platforms on both sides, with bottles and cans placed on them.
"What a shame for my collection."
Yuan Lizheng glanced at these bottles and jars with an inexplicable look in his eyes, as if he was admiring them, but also feeling emotional.
What was contained in this vase was actually full of human hands and feet, as well as a mixture of eyes, ears, noses, and even a ferocious head with eyes not closed!
Each bottle is exuding a jet-black air mass, like ink, constantly passing through the surroundings.
Underneath these bottles and jars, on a platform, there is actually another person's name written on it!
Transformation Sect Chen Songsang, Blood Sword Killer Seven Fingers, Assassin Alliance Sword Seventeen... and so on, no less than a hundred.
These people are all masters of martial arts and Taoism in the ninety-nine states of Middle-earth within a century.
Many names, if spread to the outside world, are great masters who are famous throughout the state and are heard like thunder. The weakest ones are no less than innate martial arts masters. There are countless great masters, and there are even two martial saints!
Inside the jars are their hands, feet and even all their organs!
Killing people can only be done with a nod. These masters are also famous figures in front of them. They never expected that they would be used in such a humiliating way to permanently retain themselves in this underground palace!
"What a pity, what a pity."
Yuan Lizheng sighed three times in succession, but after all, he did not take the bottles away with him.
Even though he had been in business for many years, he only managed to get two of the sacred items of Xumina mustard seeds, and one of them was given back to Zhou Yanting. At this time, there were too many things that needed to be taken away, and these collections had to be abandoned.
Da da da.
As we gradually reached the end of the dark corridor, we saw a huge bronze door.
There are two ferocious beasts made of bronze on the door knocker, but there is a puppet on each of the beasts' heads. I don't know what they symbolize.
Yuan Lizheng pushed open the bronze door, minding his own business. The dazzling light shined in front of him, and the surrounding area suddenly lit up.
Compared with the gloomy and dark corridor outside the door, there is simply a different world inside the door.
This turned out to be a huge underground palace with no end as far as the eye could see.
The beautifully carved beams and painted buildings are filled with all kinds of expensive and rare treasures.
The scarlet carpet spreads to the end of the sight like blood.
But what is even more irresistible than these luxurious things is the group of twenty or thirty women kneeling at the foot of the steps in the distance.
Each of these women has a beautiful figure and a complexion as white as suet.
The thin light red gauze is draped on their hazy bodies, revealing the incomparable tenderness and temptation between the skins.
And looking down from the neck, there are scenes of graceful scenes that make your blood rush and your lips go dry.
Their temperaments may be delicate and graceful, or Xiaojiabiyu, or ice-cold and glamorous, or charming and tender, and all of them have strong muscles and bones, and their martial arts skills are not weak either.
"Owner!"
And the moment Yuan Lizheng stepped inside, these women with different temperaments and charming styles all shouted to him at the same time.
The body kneeling on the ground did not get up, but crawled to his feet with its hands and feet.
These actions and words were filled with tenderness and love, seemingly coming from the heart without any resistance.
Among these women, there are no less than thirty people of all kinds. If you look closely, you can find that there are two women with good temperament among them. They are Sun Shiqing, the wife of Xiao Tianya, a scholar of poetry and swords, and Qian Wanwan, the wife of Nanzhou wealthy businessman. My beloved daughter Qian Guixia!
Unexpectedly, the people who have disappeared in the past few years have actually fallen into the hands of Tao Shinto!
"It's a pity for you too."
When Yuan Lizheng saw the girls coming forward, they must have had a lot of fun in the past.
However, he came here to escape at this time, so naturally he would not waste any more time.
As soon as the idea of the soul was shaken, scenes of thick black smoke soared from the sky above his mind, knocking all the women to the ground. It is not known whether they just knocked them unconscious or crushed the soul directly.
As for these women, a puppet-like figure appeared above their heads without any surprise, and everything was obviously controlled by him.
The evil power of Peach Shinto really makes people unable to live or die.
"time to go."
After Yuan Lizheng finished all this, he put away all his reluctance in one breath.
He carefully arranged his clothes and walked deep into the underground palace.
At the end of the line of sight is a three-foot-tall wooden doll with a pale mask covering its face.
There are only two eyes outlined on the mask. I don't know what kind of color modulation it is, but it looks particularly weird on the scarlet carpet.
However, when Yuan Lizheng arrived here, he had already become extremely solemn.
He raised his head and first glanced at the strange pale masked puppet, as if he was staring at some inexplicable existence through the hollow aura in its eyes.
But the gaze only lasted for a moment, and he immediately looked away, and even his body became much shorter.
The next moment, he took out three thumb-sized incense sticks from his arms and silently handed them over.
In an instant, the thick black mist that had been collected along the way was suddenly rolled into Changxiang.
woo woo woo woo!
There seemed to be evil spirits whimpering and roaring around, and the dark color in the mist suddenly rolled up with long incense.
Gradually, these three incense sticks ignited spontaneously without fire!
"Please ask my god to show his holiness! Lead the devout believer Yuan Lizheng into the sacred realm of the gods!"
Yuan Lizheng watched the three long incense sticks light up and couldn't help but feel relieved and shouted loudly.
He seemed to be calling for an inexplicable existence, and the three incense sticks in his hand were burning faster and faster!
People refine spiritual energy, and gods feast on incense. At this moment, Yuan Li Zheng is actually calling on the gods!
The pale masked doll in front of him is the spirit that he has believed in Peach Shinto for thousands of years and condensed from the suffering and pain of countless sentient beings.
Peach god.
Deep in the underground palace, waves of chaotic spatial fluctuations suddenly appeared, and within a few moments, they rapidly spread to everything in sight.
That strange and hollow pale mask puppet, just after receiving the power of the incense, the two outlines of its eyes seemed to have color, as if it was about to come to life!
But in the midst of the lightning and flint, the three long incense sticks in Yuan Lizheng's hand suddenly shook.
Boom boom boom!
Four loud sounds of shattering air suddenly exploded in his ears, and then his vision blurred, and the long incense burning in his hand was cut off in an instant.
"I asked you to come here with your head raised. Why did you have to escape in a hurry and invite this wild god to worship?"
At this moment, Yuan Lizheng suddenly felt a ball of light above his head, rushing in all directions at a speed that could not be caught by his sight.
And the voice of a calm word suddenly rose along the light.
He raised his head and saw a young man who was shrouded in divine light, with knuckles like jade, black hair like waterfalls, and a temperament like a heavenly being, looking at him indifferently.
That look in his eyes seemed to be the will of heaven hanging among all living beings, raining down blame on the world.
"you…!"
Yuan Lizheng saw the young man's eyes, and suddenly flashed in his mind the shocking scene he had with the previous Supreme Taoist Master many years ago.
The eyes of both of them were so cold, overlooking the world.
It's just that this young man's eyes are more complicated, as if there are emotions and ruthlessness, all in one.
The contemporary Supreme Taoist Master, Duan Zhen!
"It's finally here..."
Yuan Lizheng looked at Duan Zhen's eyes and the three broken incense sticks in his hand, and suddenly felt that it was difficult to escape today.
At this moment, he calmed down.
"I have a question, please teach me."
What is unexpected is that Yuan Lizheng did not choose to take action immediately, but slowly asked Duan Zhen questions.
He seemed to be extremely puzzled. Taishangdao cultivated the ruthless way and always regarded all living beings as stupid dogs. Why would he take action for some ordinary people?
Doubts flashed through his eyes, and he stared at Duan Zhen, as if he wanted to know the answer before taking action.
At this moment, he looked like a person who was living and dying.
But what greeted him to ask the question was a terrifying giant palm that was as big as jade and seemed to be able to grab the world.
Bang bang bang bang!
Ripples suddenly appeared in the air, and the entire underground palace seemed to be lifted up by a huge force, then rose far away, and was about to be uprooted and flew away into the sky!
Yuan Lizheng's skin and flesh suddenly swayed, and his body was split open by the force, and his soul was faintly turbulent.
Tear!
Before he could even think about it, he saw Duan Zhen flash in front of him, and the boulders and rocks above his head suddenly froze.
boom!
The feeling of dizziness and stars in his eyes echoed in the depths of his thoughts.
Immediately afterwards, he saw the world spinning, saw scenes of blood spurting for more than ten feet, and saw a body that fell down without a head.
It was his own physical body.
After this moment, he heard a distant answer that was still cold, but seemed to have a hint of ridicule.
The answer is very simple, only two words:
"Don't teach."
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