The Wanyang Realm has been around for 30 million years, and there have been ancient gods, ancient holy emperors, and medieval supreme beings. Even if the invincibles appear only once every 100,000 years, there are more than 300 invincibles in ancient and modern times.
If there is a supreme inheritance, it can become a holy place. It is impossible for the thirty emperors and kings of Dongzhou in ancient and modern times to have only three holy places.
Unless there are certain conditions for becoming a holy land that are not known to outsiders.
"Brother Yuanyang, don't you know?"
Xuanji clicked on the lotus leaves in the lake, seeming a little surprised and a little impressed: "Brother Dao is not from the Holy Land, but he can fight one against a dozen. His talent and talent far surpass Xuanji."
With just this sentence, she already knew that An Qisheng came from the Holy Land.
Although this secret is also a secret for people in the Holy Land, this Yuanyang can suppress more than ten masters of all arts. If it is in the Holy Land, it is qualified to know certain secrets.
"To exceed nature is to exceed it, but it is not something worth showing off."
An Qisheng didn't care if he had lost his confidence. With a flick of his sleeves, there were several plates of fruits and a pot of spiritual wine on the white jade table in front of him: "Sit down and talk slowly."
In the cave, Zheng Longqiu, who was pulling out weeds in the spiritual field under the shock of the long whip, changed his expression, and his Qiankun spiritual ring suddenly disappeared.
"Brother Taoist is quite courageous."
Xuanji's face remained calm and her body did not move. She was already sitting in front of An Qisheng: "I haven't drank the top magic wine in Wanfa Tower for a long time."
"Fellow Taoist has not answered my question yet."
An Qisheng held the wine glass and said with a faint look: "How is the Holy Land better than the sect? If it is said that Ming Yue's method is not stronger than the direct descendant of Taiyi, if it is said to be a treasure, Ming Yue's method may not be stronger. Wanfalong Tower..."
Dynasties have changed in the land of Dongzhou, and sects have also undergone changes. Only the three holy places have never been shaken. This is not just because the three holy places know how to be humble and small at the right time.
There must be something deeper.
"Since Brother Dao doesn't know, it's better not to know."
Xuanji's jade hands picked up the exquisite jade pot and poured wine for An Qisheng: "If Brother Tao is really interested, why not go back to Mingyue Holy Land to have a look?"
"I have to go and take a look, but not now."
An Qisheng shook his head slightly.
He is extremely interested in the many major sects and holy lands in this world. To a certain extent, the essence of this world is not in the world, but in the sects' holy lands.
But not now.
His unexpected appearance attracted a lot of attention. If he went now, he would be asking for trouble.
In fact, he knew very well that many sects and holy lands in Dongzhou were paying attention to his movements at this time.
"Haha~"
Xuanji smiled indifferently, then raised her slender jade neck, drank a glass of French wine, and said gracefully, "If that day comes, Xuanji will travel three thousand miles from the mountain to greet him."
She, for the moment, believed it.
"good."
An Qisheng also drank the wine in his glass: "Then just wait for that day."
He also knew the purpose of Xuanji's visit, which was nothing more than solicitation.
He could sense that since the Battle of Sheshan, no less than thirty people had deduced him, and these thirty people had given him dangerous energy.
One of them was as bright as the moon, with a cold and holy breath, and it must have come from the Holy Land of Ming Yue.
It's a pity that his mind is better than his body, and he possesses the method of entering dreams. His ability to collect traces of his own breath is far better than that of Zheng Longqiu and others. Of course, it is not that simple to calculate his traces.
The Holy Land is not omnipotent.
He will not cause the Holy Land to come out in full force.
Xuanji put down her wine glass and looked at An Qisheng, with a faint divine light in her eyes: "Brother Dao is not going, so Xuanji has no choice but to say goodbye."
She put down her wine glass and raised her hand slightly to salute, stood up, and was about to leave.
The two of them only exchanged a few words, but she had already done everything, inquiring about their origins, recruiting, testing friends and foes, and trying to figure out their personalities.
Naturally, there is no reason to stop.
She still remembered the dazed moment before. This Taoist Yuanyang seemed to have some kind of secret method or magical power that affected people's minds.
The longer you stay, the more dangerous it becomes.
As soon as she stood up, An Qisheng also put down his wine glass and said lightly: "Stay."
"Um?"
Xuanji looked back with a hint of surprise on her flawless face: "Does Brother Yuanyang have anything else to do?"
"I've entered the door, drank wine, and didn't answer the questions. Isn't it appropriate?"
An Qisheng's voice was calm and his eyes were even calmer: "You have done everything you have to do. Of course, I also want to know what I want to know."
"Even if I tell you the secret of the Holy Land, Brother Dao may not dare to listen, and you may regret it in the future."
Xuanji spoke calmly, and wisps of moonlight-like light overflowed around her body, like silk threads and colorful ribbons surrounding her.
She looked more and more beautiful and different from ordinary people.
An Qisheng poured himself a drink and said with a calm expression: "I never regret it."
"But I can't tell you."
Xuanji raised her head slightly, her smooth chin glowing like jade: "Brother Taoist, you want to capture me?"
An Qisheng raised his eyebrows: "Why not?"
"It seems that Brother Dao has full confidence in his magical powers."
Xuanji shook her head and sighed softly: "But do you think I am Zheng Longqiu, with long black hair and bright wind?"
Her voice became cold.
She was born in Mingyue Holy Land and was a contemporary of Feng Changming. One of them was the number one true successor of Taiyi Sect, and the other was the number one true successor of Mingyue Holy Land.
But the two have never been equally famous, because Feng Changming is not her opponent at all.
The two of them went out on their own, and they fought ten times, and she won every ten times. Feng Changming's 'Dao-Destroying Immortal Sword' was no match for her 'Mingyue Divine Wheel'.
"in my opinion......"
An Qisheng put down his wine glass, and Xuanji's figure was reflected in his clear eyes. The figure was as ethereal as his voice:
"No different!"
"But I need to learn from Taoist Brother Yuanyang's magical powers to see if he is qualified to keep me!"
Xuanji looked slightly angry, and her voice suddenly became cold.
Boom!
Before the words could even be finished, the entire chariot had completely exploded.
Zhu Dahai, who was being pulled, was caught off guard and was hit by the turbulent air current and flew hundreds of miles backwards, and fell headlong into the mountains.
He screamed in the air, "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
boom!
Zhu Dahai landed heavily, and a hill was immediately knocked to the ground. Smoke and dust mixed with earth and rocks rose into the sky, filling the air for dozens of miles.
"what happened?"
Outside the mountains, there was a group of casual cultivators who seemed to be escorting a convoy. When they saw the smoke and dust filling the sky, they immediately became vigilant.
"Look, look to the sky!"
Suddenly, someone screamed.
Others looked up one after another and saw that the sky was extremely high, and a bright moon suddenly hung in the air.
Its color is pure, its meaning is high, its light is endless, surging like waves, rolling like tide.
In an instant, a piece of night seemed to be pulled out from the sky. It was clear that the sun was still shining brightly in other places, but that piece of sky became a night with a bright moon hanging high.
It's as if someone has taken away a piece of the sky. At first glance, it looks so weird!
"No, we have a fight with Overhaul!"
But after just one glance, many casual cultivators were horrified. They took out their magic weapons, activated their methods, and stirred up their energy as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
There is a saying in the world that battles with major repairmen are like natural disasters. If you don't pay attention, you will be affected. How can they not be nervous?
Huhu~
The moonlight is like the water, the white clothes are fluttering, holy like a fairy, the eyebrows are cold, far away from the world, the voice seems to be floating in the sky like the moonlight:
"Brother Dao is too domineering. Even if it is a fierce dragon crossing the river, it cannot run rampant in Dongzhou, let alone Brother Dao's cultivation level and magical powers are not enough to run rampant in Dongzhou."
Xuanji's voice was extremely cold and seemed to contain anger. She seemed not to have expected An Qisheng to be so domineering.
“The full moon is like a mirror that can shine on people, leave images and traces, and naturally it can also leave traces.”
An Qisheng stood in the sky, not caring that the chariot was destroyed, and looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky: "I heard that there are shadows of holy places behind many sects. Behind the evil path of killing love in Xieji Mountain is Ming Yue. Holy land, right?”
It wasn't long before he captured Fa Wumie and others, but it was already enough for him to understand the mysteries of the 'Destroy the Dao and Kill the Immortal Sword', 'Hegemony Fist' and 'Three Seven Methods to Destroy Lu', and sort out the connections between these sects and holy lands. It’s related.
The relationship between the Holy Land and several major sects is complicated but needless to say, there is a relationship between the Mingyue Holy Land and the Path of Destruction.
Ming Yue absorbs the enemy's aura and kills them with the 'Three Seven Methods of Destruction'. Naturally, they are a perfect match.
"Um?"
At this moment, Xuanji realized that Yuanyang had already known his purpose.
But she didn't panic too much. She was just slightly surprised and said: "Since Brother Dao knows my purpose of coming, why do you still invite me in?"
The dark moon is like a realm, which can reflect the heaven, earth and universe. No matter how perfect it is, no matter what kind of spiritual treasure is used to suppress it, it can't stop the breath being absorbed.
There has been only one accident in the past, and that was Guanglong Supreme.
Tens of thousands of years ago, Supreme Guanglong summoned all the holy places and once illuminated his body with the dark moon, but the dark moon could not capture his figure, as if he had transcended the heaven, earth and universe.
But since the spread of Ming Yue to this day, for millions of years, there has only been one person.
Of course, it is impossible for her to hold the treasure Ming Yue, but this Yuanyang Taoist is not Guanglong Supreme either!
In fact, he is not a powerful person, so he naturally has to catch his breath.
"That's naturally because..."
An Qisheng reached out and pinched his hand gently from the void, and a subtle breath that could not be sensed by the naked eye or even the soul was caught between his two fingers:
"I'm also catching your breath, faster than you..."
"Um?!"
The moment An Qisheng's words came out, Xuanji's heart suddenly felt cold, and a big crisis hit.
Her eyes turned cold, and she didn't have time to say anything. She just raised her hands and used her ten fingers to knead out a series of magic formulas: "Shout!"
Buzz~
A soft cry.
Above the night-shrouded sky, the full moon had already suppressed its descent. Wherever it passed, the void trembled every inch, and majestic force rolled down like a tide.
It seemed that An Qisheng was going to be completely submerged.
And the moment the light of the bright moon fell, the night-shrouded sky was suddenly filled with deathly silence. The moon was magnificent, but there was no beauty in it.
It contains only endless death energy.
The place where the moon sets is the underworld!
According to legend, the ancestor of Ming Yue Holy Land was the descendant of a supreme being who was sealed in the dust millions of years ago with secret methods. And that supreme being, in charge of Ming Yue, was known as the Emperor of the Underworld!
Famous for killing, he is one of the most murderous people among the thirty emperors and emperors of the Eastern Wasteland in ancient and modern times!
According to legend, he once used the dark moon to strike across the sky for trillions of miles, killing a holy land deep in the galaxy protected by the Supreme Spiritual Treasure, as well as dozens of life stars governed by that holy land!
Kill all the creatures in Jingzhao with one strike!
Of course, Xuanji was not as tyrannical as the Hades Emperor, but when he made a move, where the moonlight shone, a terrifying and extremely murderous aura suddenly burst out.
In an instant, this area became a vacuum under the night, and everything visible and invisible, including air and dust, had been completely 'killed'.
call!
An Qisheng's white hair was rising, and the coldness was like a waterfall, coming from all directions, trying to kill him completely.
But his expression didn't change much.
Only when Na Xuanji made a move, she casually explored and got the spiritual treasure "Sanqi Fa Mie Lu" from Fa Wu Mie's roar in the cave.
Wow~
The moonlight flickered down, but An Qisheng seemed unaware. In Xuanji's shocked look, he focused the breath captured from the void on this black book that was intertwined with legal principles and was as black as ink. 'superior.
"you!"
Xuanji's expression finally changed drastically, and her cold voice was full of disbelief: "You actually learned the 'Three-Seven Method to Destroy the Rui'!"
How could this Yuanyang become the "Three Seven Methods of Destruction"?
Not to mention that Fa Wumie has the aura of a king-level spiritual treasure that envelopes his soul. Even if it doesn't, it's only been a few days.
How could Taoist Yuanyang master such a 'king-level' secret technique in Dongzhou, which is famous for its extremely difficult level? !
"ah!"
A chill surged in her heart, and she immediately ignored everything else. She moved her body together like a dragon through the sky, wanting to meet the rolling and falling 'bright moon'.
The next moment, a ripple appeared on the black book, and the word Xuanji appeared on the pages intertwined with black legal principles.
"You're right."
An Qisheng wrote the black book and responded calmly.
He has always learned things quickly, and he is getting faster and faster. This 'Three-Seven Method of Destruction' is a rare soul secret method in Wanyang Realm. For him, he can learn it faster.
Not only is it faster, but it is even better than Fa Wumie who has been immersed in this way for hundreds of years!
Pa~
An Qisheng pointed out.
Buzz~
An invisible wave spread, and suddenly it spread high into the sky and submerged into Xuanji's body.
"ah!"
The next moment, a scream filled with endless pain echoed through the sky, and then the bright moon disappeared, turning into an ancient mirror that looked like a full moon and falling down together with Xuanji.
"you......"
The severe pain overwhelmed her mind like a tide. Xuanji endured the severe pain and scolded: "Yue Youyou, Yue Youyou, Ming Yue Youyou, Ming Yue Youyou!"
Buzz~
The sound wave seemed to contain profound legal principles. Even though her heart was filled with the severe pain that almost crushed three souls and seven souls, Xuanji still fought back immediately.
The ancient mirror glowed again, like a big moon exploding into pieces. The last brilliance turned into a mighty river, striking thousands of miles away, as if jade and stone were all about to be destroyed.
But in the next moment, a starry sky appeared out of nowhere, covering the river of moonlight and surrounding her.
"If you capture me, there will be no room for change!" The moment she was finally put into the cuffs, Xuanji endured the severe pain and spoke.
"The Heavenly Cauldron Emperor has been free for thousands of years, but you and others are still unable to..."
An Qisheng flicked his long sleeves, closed up the moonlight and starry sky, and floated away in the rolling air:
"What can you do to me?"
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