If it comes to cultivation, the Kunlun Taoist Sect may not take him seriously as a Buddhist cultivator who has just entered the realm of Yuanshen. Even if he has defeated Taoist Qingxu, he is only a slightly more powerful Yuanshen monk. That's all, you don't deserve their attention.
And the only identity that he can interact with them is that of the Imperial Master of Zhou Dynasty and the Mirror Master of Xuanjing Division. This is the true purpose of Kunlun.
After pondering for a moment, Su Ming decided to go to the palace. This matter was not a trivial matter. He could not decide it alone. He was in charge of his own affairs. Now that he was an official of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he naturally had to consider it for the Great Zhou Dynasty.
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"National Master, you just said that people from Kunlun sent you an invitation?" In the Yangxin Hall, the old emperor was leaning on the dragon couch, his skinny face expressionless, showing no joy or anger.
"Yes, Kunlun's master Xuan Ming personally sent an invitation to me to go to Kunlun." In the main hall, Su Ming said calmly with his eyebrows lowered.
"Master Yi, what does it mean when people from Kunlun invite you to come at this time?" The old emperor stared at Su Ming, his eyes dull, but Su Ming could feel the slight pressure, just like before. Same.
At this time, the situation in Beijing has begun to become chaotic, and all kinds of rumors are filling it. Starting from the original one where the old emperor refined the human magic elixir of immortality, it has been modified into multiple versions.
For example, there is a big demon who massacred the entire northwest in order to gain immortality. There are also rumors that the demon sect is refining human magic pills in order to destroy the foundation of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There are also rumors like remnants of the previous dynasty spreading everywhere.
Now, the people at the bottom have no idea what is going on. They only hear that the news on the market is constantly changing, and they cannot tell whether it is true or false.
However, compared to the chaos of demons in the market, the court was very peaceful and strangely peaceful. The prince, the king of Qi, and his majesty all stopped fighting, and they no longer fought like before.
Prince Li Xian and King Qi Li Nian were not seen in the court, as if they didn't care about the changes in the situation at all. But in fact, the eyes of the government and the opposition are focused on them, but they have always closed their doors to thank guests, and even their cronies cannot be seen.
I don't know their attitude, so even if the courtiers are filled with righteous indignation, it will not help.
In response to the old emperor's inspection, Su Ming's expression did not change and he shook his head slightly, "I don't know, maybe they have something important to discuss, so they invited me to go."
Seeing that his expression did not change at all, a trace of disappointment appeared in the old emperor's eyes, "In that case, the Imperial Master can go with peace of mind. I promise you to act cheaply and not to degrade the majesty of my great Zhou." After that, the old emperor said A look of exhaustion appeared on the emperor's face, and he slowly closed his eyes.
"Wei Chen understands!"
Seeing this situation, Su Ming bowed and turned to leave.
After the palace door was closed, on the dragon couch, the old emperor suddenly opened his eyes, and a dark figure appeared beside him, "There is going to be an accident in the capital, you must be mentally prepared!"
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In the vast mountains, an ancient temple stands majestically, emitting thousands of Buddha lights, with the faint shadow of the Buddha appearing.
In the silent mountain forest, one can vaguely hear the sound of bells and chanting. In the mountain forest, various small animals are playing, lively and cute, and there is no trace of killing in them.
If you observe carefully, you can feel the Buddha nature in them.
The ancient temple has been around for thousands of years, and every place exudes a sense of Zen. It is a heritage accumulated over thousands of years. Every brick, every stone, every plant and every tree has a different kind of tranquility.
In the deepest part of the temple, there is a Zen room. The Zen room is not big, with only a bed and a futon. Sitting on the futon is an old monk with wrinkled skin and an old face. But compared to the decayed atmosphere of Emperor Shenwu and the resentment of all people, he He looks very ordinary. Being ordinary makes people look comfortable, but it is easy to ignore him subconsciously.
At this moment, a stream of light cut through the space and appeared in the Zen room, then disappeared into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
The old monk slowly opened his eyes, which were neither sad nor happy, dry and dead, like a deep pool that could never make waves. After a while, he regained some of his energy.
"We have something to discuss?" The old monk murmured to himself, stood up from the futon, stepped on the futon, and a lotus sprouted in the sky, and disappeared in the next moment.
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In a small world, blood spreads all over the earth, like a sea of blood. In the sea of blood, blood lotuses bloom, full bones flutter in the wind, and the fragrance of blood is filled, making people intoxicated.
In the middle of the sea of blood, a young Taoist dressed in blood suddenly stood up. A pair of scarlet eyes on his fair and handsome face were breathtaking. Beside him, a bright red divine sword exuded a red light, and the sword roared faintly. , sharp and crisp.
"Interesting, it's really interesting!" The Taoist looked in a certain direction, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and reached out to grab the blood sword. His eyes were full of killing intent and joy, and his whole person was like a sword about to be unsheathed. Excalibur.
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Southern Xinjiang.
With the help of the mark left by his master, Taoist Qingxu managed to open the blockade of Yuan Shen Black Lotus and regain control of his body. Just when he was about to help Elder Xuanfeng kill Hu Xiang, a figure emerged from the void.
When he saw that figure, the scenes hidden deep in his memory resurfaced. Pain, struggle, confusion, and various emotions impacted his mind, causing him to stand still for a moment.
At this moment, Su Ming quietly appeared behind Taoist Xuanfeng. With the same palm, flesh and blood flew, causing Xuanfeng, who was already seriously injured, to fall to the bottom.
"puff!"
With the blood and flesh scattered, Taoist Xuanfeng only left his soul in the world. At this time, Taoist Qingxu finally got rid of his inner demon, and the magic sword rose from behind.
The sharp sword light shone for three thousand miles, stretching vertically and horizontally, strong and domineering. At this moment, everyone on the battlefield seemed to be aware of the energy of death, and their movements froze at the same time.
The sword energy cut down instantly, and the void was shattered. The sharp sword energy carried a huge killing intent, annihilating Su Ming's body, and also affected Hu Xiang not far away, and his body transformed into a beast. He was immediately severely injured, and golden demon blood spread all over the sky. He could no longer maintain the state of flying in the air, and fell directly from the sky.
The power of a sword is so powerful!
This sword also made Taoist Xuanfeng extremely shocked, and it turned into ecstasy in an instant. He did not expect that his nephew was so powerful. Now, he was saved!
However, the next moment, the smile on his face suddenly froze and never changed again.
Because, his soul was grabbed by a hand.
Su Ming stepped out of the crack in the void intact. At this time, neither Qingxu nor Xuanfeng noticed his figure.
