The bustling teahouse is bustling with a sense of tranquility.
Xuanji looked at the long-lost sunshine outside the door, with a ripple in her eyes. There were thousands of things in the cave, but there was no freedom after all.
She looked at An Qisheng, who was sitting quietly drinking tea with a quiet breath, with a somewhat complicated expression: "Brother Taoist's arrival is really unexpected."
During the first two years of being suppressed in the cave, An Qisheng would go to the cave from time to time to teach a few people how to practice. She had very keen senses.
It can be clearly felt that Taoist Yuanyang is ten times, a hundred times more dangerous than a year ago.
If it was already unfathomable to begin with, the perception at this moment is like a mortal looking at the sky, which is empty. I feel as if I can see everything, but also as if I can't see anything.
"It's not as big as I thought."
An Qisheng took a sip of tea, which was slightly bitter.
In the eyes of Xuanji, and even many people in Dongzhou who were watching him, his progress was astonishing, but to himself, it was not the same.
The practice across several realms plus the time spent in dreams meant that his practice time was ten times longer than Xuanji's and even longer than Qian Shishi's.
What we get now is nothing more than steady progress.
"Brother Taoist, you know that your understatement can embarrass thousands of heroes in ancient and modern times."
Xuanji sighed softly.
After several years of suppression, she had given up all thoughts of being an enemy of An Qisheng.
Such an astonishing advance, in the land of Dongzhou, not many people in the past and present can compare with it, and those existences are legends and myths that are beyond her reach.
"There are thirty ancient and modern emperors and princes in Dongzhou. I don't know how many princes there are. There are nine states, four seas, endless deserts, dragons and phoenixes in the world. Who can tell clearly?"
An Qisheng put down his tea cup and glanced at Fa Wushe who was walking slowly on the long street:
"Tell me, is this the idea of the Mieqing Dao or your Mingyue Holy Land's idea?"
The ten major sects of Dongzhou and the three major holy lands have complicated relationships with each other, including grievances and alliances.
Behind the Mie Qing Dao is the Ming Yue Holy Land.
This is not a secret.
And with his eyesight, Fa Wusheng's intention could not be concealed from him. He was even aware of it the moment it came up.
It's just that there are too many people in the world staring at him, and there are too many people who are malicious towards him, and I'm too lazy to check them one by one.
But when he came in front of him, even if he had a spiritual treasure to suppress his luck, he couldn't hide it from him.
At this time, the law is unforgivable, which is equivalent to a 'basket'.
The Sanqi method destroys the '瓓'!
"The moon hangs high in the sky and has nothing to do with the world. Even though there are descendants of Ming Yue competing with others, regardless of victory or defeat, life or death, it has nothing to do with the sect..."
Xuanji shook her head, rejecting the possibility of Ming Yue Holy Land taking action, and looked at Fa Wushe who was getting closer with a hint of regret:
"This Fa Wu Shen is quite courageous."
The two battles between Tianjiao City and Bai Yujing almost established An Qisheng's status as the number one person in Dongzhou in the contemporary era.
Those who dare to come to the door at this moment naturally have great courage.
Those who come with malicious intentions are almost "soldiers" who don't care about life and death.
However, the Mieqing Dao has been inherited for hundreds of thousands of years, so it naturally has loyal disciples, but it is not surprising.
The two ends of the long street were only three or four miles apart. Fa Wusheng walked step by step, but it felt like a lifetime had passed. The moment he walked into the teahouse, he was covered in sweat.
But when I stepped into the teahouse, there was an indescribable and peaceful atmosphere that filled the air, and I felt calm in my heart.
"Huh~"
Fa Wushe slowly let out a breath of turbid air from his belly and bowed slightly: "Fa Wushe, I have met Senior Yuanyang."
Buzz~
There seemed to be ripples spreading in the void.
There were still customers in the teahouse, and there was an endless stream of passers-by outside the door, but everyone seemed to have not seen Fa Wushen at all, or had ignored the three of them.
"Dongzhou often says that Zhuwangtai is the first king's spiritual treasure, but in fact, when it comes to danger, the Sanqi method is the first to seal the king."
An Qisheng glanced at Fa Wusheng indifferently.
There are many spiritual treasures in Dongzhou that have been granted the title of king. He has seen many dragon boats, the 'Blood Refining War Dragon Flag', Lingtian Sword and several other items that have been revived, and he has even visited the King's Platform in person.
But none of these are as dangerous as the 'Three Seven Methods of Destruction'.
He suppressed people from a large number of sects and mastered countless cultivation techniques. Naturally, among them was the secret technique of "Three Seven Methods to Destroy the Lu".
With the Dharma, you can see the treasure.
Naturally, he would not underestimate Mie Qingdao.
"Senior is so complimentary."
A peaceful and peaceful aura filled his heart, and the fear in Fa Wushe's heart could not help but slow down a lot, and he could barely suppress other distracting thoughts.
This is not because he is unbearable or afraid of death, but because this man's aura is too terrifying.
Just looking at him, I felt like a mortal falling into the starry sky, with no focus in all directions.
I couldn't help but feel panic.
If possible, he didn't want to be an enemy of this man at all.
"What's the point of coming to die?" Xuanji said, her voice cold and cold, with a hint of pity. The Qing Dao had a lot of connections with Mingyue Holy Land, so the two of them knew each other.
She didn't understand why Mie Qingdao insisted on doing this.
Regardless of whether it is a holy land or a sect, if it can endure the Tianding Emperor for thousands of years in just a blink of an eye, it stands to reason that it should also be able to tolerate the Yuanyang Taoist.
Unless there is a reason to do it.
"Fairy Xuanji is formed in the cave, but I want to congratulate you."
Fa Wushe was surprised and a little disappointed when he saw Xuanji standing next to An Qisheng, who looked like a maid serving him tea and water.
Xuanji was beautiful and talented. She was once the goddess in his mind. But now, the goddess has fallen into the dust, and he can't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.
"You're just a prisoner, so what's there to congratulate?"
Seeing that he didn't reply, Xuanji didn't want to persuade him anymore. She replied coldly and ignored him. She just raised her hand and poured a cup of hot tea for An Qisheng.
It's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words.
She knew very well that although Taoist Yuanyang was not a murderous person, he was very decisive in his killing once he took action.
Even if Sanqi Fa Mielu is powerful and invincible, he cannot save Fa Wusheng.
"The power of the ten major sects and the three major holy places is too grand. Countless thousands of years of taking and taking have made it impossible for you to tolerate any disobedience."
An Qisheng picked up the tea cup and slowly tasted the tea with a calm expression:
"It's just that they have forgotten that the sects and holy masters before the Middle Ages were all great heroes, and their titles were not enough. Now, they are just names in vain, but their virtues are not worthy of their positions..."
If a person obeys his will and controls life and death for thousands of years, he will naturally not allow anyone to disobey or even threaten his position.
Buzz~
An Qisheng gently pushed the tea lid, but automatically released a wisp of his own breath, and took the initiative to meet the '瓓' in Fa Wushe's body that was about to move:
"Just try to see if you can curse me to death!"
"Um?!"
Fa Wushe was shocked and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, a jet of black energy as black as ink spat out.
His body shook, and then countless strands of black energy overflowed from the countless pores around his body.
In an instant, an extremely evil picture was drawn between the two of them. It was like a scroll and a talisman, with ghosts and gods whimpering and endless resentment on it.
The moment it emerged, there was an extremely cold and fierce evil slapping in all directions.
"Are you really going to use the Wang Bao Curse to kill Taoist Yuanyang?"
Xuanji frowned, she knew very well what this '瓓' represented.
The body of the Sanqi Technique is the tyrannical divine weapon that once cursed and killed a king-level powerhouse. The curse is invisible and insubstantial, and is the most terrifying.
Because of this, the astonishingly talented Patriarch of the Mie Qing Dao was... nailed to the mountain wall through the air!
To be so feared by those people, one can imagine the power of this Sanqi method.
If he were the first to be crowned king in this way, he would have the power to curse and kill all opponents in the world. This Yuanyang Taoist did not have the king's spirit treasure to suppress his own luck.
How to resist?
Buzz buzz~
The black mist breathed out dangerous breath, and the void buzzed and vibrated, but under An Qisheng's restraint, it only existed in the continuously stretching void between the two of them.
Several guests across the table were still talking loudly, seemingly unaware of the horrific things happening around them.
"Hoho~"
Fa Wushe was speechless.
The Tao of Killing Qing is based on the "Three Seven Laws of Killing". Naturally, any true disciple can exist as a medium to curse and kill the enemy.
But once exerted, the medium itself is of course impossible to survive.
But he stared at An Qisheng with a look of madness in his red eyes, as if he wanted to see whether the number one man in the world could escape the curse of Sanqi Fa Mielu!
Boom!
The moment An Qisheng spoke out, there was a loud roar in the mountain gate of Mieqing Dao, hundreds of thousands of miles away, like thousands of thunder dragons rolling away and roaring.
This sentence was not meant to be heard by Fa Wusheng.
With his unparalleled attainments, no matter how much he squatted in the dark and drew circles and curses, he couldn't hurt a single hair on his head.
"Succeeded? That person actually allowed Wu Sheng to approach without the slightest precaution and wanted to test the law?!"
"Trying the law with your own body? Are you so arrogant, do you really think you are invincible?! Emperor Tianding cannot be killed with the protection curse of the King's Platform. Do you think you can escape it?!"
"Brothers, since Taoist Yuanyang has said this, we might as well come out and pay homage to him!"
"That's how it should be!"
The sound waves rumbled like thunder and rolled away, naturally alarming the entire Mie Qing Dao. There was almost no gap between them, and one after another figures stepped out of the mountains and rivers.
But the person in front, with fluttering red sleeves, was none other than Taoist Master Mieqing.
Roar~
He stood up in the air, looked up to the sky and let out a long roar.
boom!
The mountains and rivers shook, the earth cracked, and jet-black air pillars spewed out from the gaps in the large formation covering the mountains.
Intertwined vertically and horizontally, it suddenly turned into a thick black leather gilded book!
The legal principles are intertwined on it, and the lines are ever-changing. I don’t know how many mysteries it contains. It seems that just one look at it will make people’s souls snatched away!
Wang Bing, the Thirty-Seven Method will destroy the body!
"The King's Lingbao? The King's Lingbao again! This aura is actually the Sanqi Method of Destruction! Could it be that Taoist Yuanyang dared to use the Destruction of Qing Dao?!"
"Impossible! The sages left behind the princes' spiritual treasures, one for inheritance and the other for protection. Although they cannot be carried to suppress the world, if someone knocks on the door, the King's Divine Armament can be revived!"
"The world is really going to change. In just a short time, Wang Bao has been born one after another! Is this time related to Taoist Yuanyang?"
The moment King Feng's aura flourished, it naturally caused thousands of miles of turmoil, and many spiritual treasures were stimulated and revived.
Its appearance is the same as the previous battle of Bai Yujing.
But how long has it been?
For a moment, Dongzhou was in an uproar, and countless people were shocked.
Old monsters have come to life in sects big and small, and even in the three holy places. Their cold and desolate eyes penetrated the void and looked at the mountain gate of Mieqingdao.
To be precise, he was looking at the Sanqi Dharma Extinguisher, which was as dark as ink, intertwined with laws and principles, and hidden with evil.
Fear, greed, fear, indifference...
咻咻咻~
The Taoist Master of Mieqing stands in the sky, and the silhouettes fall in one place. Although the aura is high and low, the lowest level is the power condensed in the sky.
Counting Taoist Mieqing, there were exactly ten of them!
Each of the ten people stood in a specific position, with their fingers changing and moving many magic tricks.
Behind each of them, a black moon-like cave sky rose up, carrying their respective spiritual treasures, the Sanqi Dharma Extinguishment Barrier, surrounding the big black book that surrounded the entire mountain gate.
"Three-three destroys the soul, seven-seven destroys the soul! Three-seven destroys the law, seven-three destroys the way..."
The ten people were mumbling words at extremely fast speeds, as if they could spit out tens of millions of syllables in an instant.
In just a few seconds, tens of thousands of syllables turned into a cold and unusually low voice:
Taoist Yuanyang!
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