Cold, dead, crazy, cruel...
Even though he was millions of miles away, Master Xuanming could still feel the deep malice coming from that figure, the boundless darkness, and the sinking evil thoughts of the human heart.
"Crack!"
However, Baojian seemed unable to withstand the power of that gaze. A slight crack appeared on the mirror, and the next moment, the dark figure on the mirror disappeared.
And when he was transferred to southern Xinjiang again, all he saw was pitch black, exactly the same as what he saw before. Not long ago, he used his treasure mirror to peek into southern Xinjiang, but unfortunately, what he saw was pitch black.
Therefore, he sent his disciples to investigate, but Master Xuanming did not expect that the land of Southern Xinjiang would actually cause five Yuanshen monks to bleed here.
After a moment of silence, Taoist Xuanming flicked his sleeves, and the three talismans turned into streams of light and submerged into the sea of clouds, disappearing into the sky.
Now that something has happened, he must try to save it. It is too late to save Xuanfeng and the others now, and Qingxu has his own mark on his body. Although he cannot kill the enemy, he should be able to protect himself and escape.
The water in southern Xinjiang is deeper than he thought.
Taoist Xuanming stood up from the futon, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
This matter should not be borne solely by the Kunlun family. Southern Xinjiang involves the loss of immortal luck. All three sects must contribute, and no one can escape!
The two factions of Buddha and Demon will not be so short-sighted and sit back and watch the fortune of the Immortal Path disappear, otherwise the power of the Immortal Path will be greatly weakened in the subsequent great changes in the world.
You must know that these people are not only immortal monks, but also dragons and monsters. They will come back every few hundred years. Counting the time, the monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains should be unable to hold back.
Decades ago, if the Xuanjing Division of the Great Zhou Dynasty had not taken action first, it is impossible to say that in that year, the demon tribe would have rushed out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, set off a tide of beasts, and wreaked havoc on the human world.
But now, ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust.
A few decades is a very short time for a monk, but for a court, it is enough to change many things.
Thinking of this, Taoist Xuanming felt a complex melancholy in his heart. If it were back then, they... Suddenly, he shook his head again and cut away the distracting thoughts in his heart.
What has happened can never be undone.
This time, in order to better deal with southern Xinjiang, he also brought the Great Zhou court in. They should have a say in this matter. Moreover, Dazhou is not weak, and they are qualified to participate in this matter.
Of course, with the power of Kunlun, we can naturally level the southern Xinjiang, but doing so will undoubtedly cost a lot and is not worth it. Kunlun suffered great changes at the time. Most of the top Yuanshen monks died, and the number of disciples under the sect was also declining.
It's taken so long for me to regain some strength, but I can't use up all my cards now. Otherwise, they will definitely suffer in the next era of great strife.
Only when the younger generation of Yuanshen monks grow up can they let go.
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In the land of Southern Border, Su Ming turned around and stared at an unknown space with his cold eyes. After a while, he withdrew his gaze and snorted coldly.
Just now, he felt someone was peeping, so he used some tricks. The land of Southern Xinjiang has long been built by him as his base camp, and both gods and monks have been assimilated by him invisibly.
Those who can practice the Heart Demon Sutra are not only people, but also gods and monsters.
Because Southern Border is a demonic realm of its own, heavenly secret calculations cannot be deduced. Moreover, with his inner demon sitting in Southern Border, all the evil in the world gathers here invisibly. Given time, Southern Border will become a demonic realm even without Su Ming. The paradise of monks.
"boom!"
A shocking explosion sounded in the void, and the demon head formed by Su Ming's southern border demonic thoughts was finally shattered, turning into demonic thoughts and dissipating. Of course, Taoist Xuanfa also suffered serious injuries, and his body almost collapsed.
"call!"
"You haven't shown up yet?" Xuanfa Taoist Yu Ruyi said to himself while confronting Hu Xiang and looking at the surroundings.
Obviously, he was still frightened by the fact that Taoist Xuanshui was severely injured in a sneak attack before, so he would risk his injuries and kill the devil first.
Not far away, a flying centipede was crossing the void, coming quickly, and was about to form an encirclement with Hu Xiang.
On the other side, something happened to Taoist Xuanfa. Su Ming gradually absorbed his demonic thoughts with the demonic seeds condensed from his origin. Finally, they blossomed and took root in his soul, becoming his inner demon. .
At this time, if someone probes his spiritual thoughts into his sea of consciousness, he will find that in the sea of consciousness of Taoist Xuanfa, his soul has been infiltrated by demonic thoughts, half golden and half pitch black, blending with each other and inseparable.
At this point, it is only a matter of time before Xuanfa Taoist becomes a puppet of the Inner Demon Tao.
What's this?
Taoist Qingxu kept attacking the Black Lotus of the Soul, hoping to break free and participate in the battle, but the Black Lotus of the Soul could not be shaken at all. It suppressed his Soul like a mountain, making him unable to move.
However, during the repeated attacks, Taoist Qingxu discovered a strange mark. This mark contained an extremely special power, which was deep and thick, and its realm was far beyond his.
The moment he discovered the mark, he understood that it was the mark left by Master Xuanming.
Suddenly, a magnificent force erupted on Taoist Qingxu's soul. The powerful force did not hurt him at all. It all impacted on the black lotus of the soul, leaving a gap in its originally unbreakable suppression.
But it was this gap that allowed Taoist Qingxu to regain control of his body.
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Go to the capital, Tianshu Pavilion.
On the roof of the building, Su Ming slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and took out a letter talisman from the void. After his spiritual thoughts swept through it, the letter talisman collapsed and turned into a map. After a few breaths, it dissipated. .
"The headmaster of the Kunlun Taoist Sect invited me to go to Kunlun for a while?" He frowned and was a little confused. Logically speaking, he had almost no interaction with the monks in Kunlun, so why did the headmaster of Kunlun Xuanming invite him to go.
Could it be that it was for Emperor Shenwu to refine the human magic elixir?
No, if it was just for this matter, the Kunlun Taoist Sect didn't need to invite him to Kunlun at all, and could they just send someone to the imperial capital soon?
Could it be that what happened in southern Xinjiang was discovered?
Thinking of this, Su Ming shook his head again. The inner demon incarnation and him were almost two completely different individuals. They had never interacted with each other. It was impossible for the Kunlun Taoist Sect to find out any clues from them.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him not to notice it.
What is the purpose of this Kunlun meeting?
Su Ming thought for a long time, but in the end he couldn't figure out the reason. No matter what their purpose is, you will know it once you go there. Now, he is not alone.
He was the Imperial Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Mirror Master of the Xuanjing Division. His position was very high and powerful, which was unmatched in the past. Thinking of this, Su Ming's eyes lit up. Could it be that Kunlun did not invite him to invite him, but had something to discuss with the Great Zhou Dynasty?
