Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

"I went to Emperor Xuanyuan's Mausoleum first. I remember that Haotian Mirror and Jiuyi Ding were stolen into Wuhua Ancient Tomb by Rong Dun, Qiongqi, and Wuhua's father and son, and they were dug out between Wuhua Ancient Tomb and Xuanyuan Emperor's Tomb. A passage!"

It took too long to read Shu Shan's novels, and Zhao Wen didn't remember them clearly.

But the Emei faction got the Haotian Mirror and Jiuyi Cauldron from the Wuhua Ancient Tomb into Xuanyuan Emperor's Mausoleum, so he still has an impression.

The one hundred and eight stars that originally flashed faintly in the sky disappeared immediately, and the Great Formation of Tiangang Disha turned into a jade tablet, which was hung on Zhao Wen's waist again.

Zhao Wen secretly sighed in his heart, although the Shushan world is a traditional fairy world, it does not operate in the mode of heaven.

After the Tiangangdisha formation was launched, although it could increase the trajectory of some stars in this world, the increase in the runes in the core of the formation was extremely slow. Obviously, the Tiangangdisha stars in this world did not have real spirits, they were just ordinary stars.

After roughly discerning the direction, he was about to leave when his mind suddenly moved, and the aura of the Xiantai realm was released without any concealment or suppression, and at the same time the cloud brocade Taoist robe spread out directly to the surroundings.

The Tiangang Disha formation that was just put away was transformed into a formation again, covering tens of thousands of miles around.

One hundred and eight stars, that is, one hundred and eight top monks who are about to become immortals, their breath was directly suppressed, and an old monk in a moon-white monk robe appeared in the formation space with a sad face.

Ascetic Toutuo pinched the sword formula with his hands, and under the full force, his face was already flushed, and he broke through defenses one after another, but he still couldn't find Zhao Wen's real body. A powerful defensive magic weapon!"

With the invisible sword in his hand, even the Wutai Hunyuan Patriarch did not find the slightest trace, and he was cut under the sword by himself.

But now, it's just a little thief who disregarded the destiny and snatched the treasures of the Emei School without authorization, and let himself return without success. Xiangzi, who thought that there were few opponents in the world, did not take down a little Taoist priest, how reconciled he was.

"My brocade Taoist robe has [-] layers of defense. Unless it is strong enough to penetrate all [-] layers of defense at once, it will never be able to attack my real body!"

Zhao Wen kindly explained something to Kuxing Toutuo, and the two purple and green rays of light cut directly towards Kuxing Toutuo.

The entire formation space froze for a moment, and the one hundred and eight islands turned into one hundred and eight streamers of light, and at the same time they smashed straight at the ascetic head.

Silently, the seeds of five thunderbolts appeared in the five viscera of Ascetic Toutuo, and the magic formula in Zhao Wen's hand changed, and the five thunderbolts burst out directly.

"Ziying Qingsuo was indeed robbed by you, you are so brave!"

An extremely dangerous feeling made the Ascetic Toutuo Yuanshen escape in an instant, and the place where he was originally standing had been turned into nothingness after the five thunders flashed.

"You dare to kill me, do you know who I am?"

If the ascetic Tutuo hadn't been left with only the primordial spirit, he would probably break out in a cold sweat. If he slowed down a little just now, he would be wiped out in the thunder.

He is a Buddhist monk and an elder of the Emei Sect. The general trend of the world belongs to the Emei Sect. This is the number of days set by the Patriarch Changmei hundreds of years ago.

Since the number of days is certain, who would dare to be disrespectful to the ascetic Toutuo for hundreds of years, but today someone directly killed him and made him go into a rage.

As soon as the words fell, he felt the huge aura of one hundred and eight seats smashing directly in his direction, and the primordial spirit instantly blurred.

"I am a Buddhist disciple, and I am an elder of the Emei sect. If you kill me, both the Buddhist sect and the Emei sect will make you die. If you will be arrested without a fight, I will take you as a boy by my side!"

"Cultivating to your current state is not easy, you must not make mistakes!"

At the end, the ascetic toutuo's voice already contained pleading.

His cultivation base and realm have already reached, as long as Emei completes the number of days, he will have enough merit to ascend to the fairy world.

You don't even need to go through the spirit world.

He never thought that he would be beheaded one day.

"Die!"

Ziqing's two sword lights flashed across like lightning, and after a scream, a large wave of spiritual power spread out instantly, and was absorbed by one hundred and eight islands.

And in a cave of Emei Sect, a jade tablet exploded directly.

"Who dares to defy the law of heaven and kill me, Elder Emei?" The angry voice of Master Miaoyi Qi Shuming resounded like a thunderclap in the Emei sect.

The spells in his hands were constantly changing, and he swore that as long as he figured out the thief who dared to defy the number of days, he would definitely beat the opponent to death, and he would never be reborn forever.

The Emei faction occupies the dominant position in the world, and everyone knows that the days are in Emei. This is the greatest confidence for the Emei faction to run amok over the years.

Regardless of good or evil, when encountering Emei disciples, they all bow their heads, and even junior disciples fight against casual cultivators and cultivators who are one level higher in strength, and the other party even apologizes to the Emei sect.

If everything goes on as normal, even if the Emei Sect accepts the world's casual cultivators and other sects and countless small sects, they will fly directly into the sky, and I and the ancestor of Changmei can also take advantage of the momentum to ascend to the fairy world.

During the period, at most a few places will be allocated to casual cultivators and disciples with good qualifications from other sects, and they will be asked to contribute to the Emei faction.

But now, the Ascetic Toutuo was directly beheaded and killed, and his days were shaken, which directly destroyed the foundation of the Emei Sect, and made him ascend to immortality with countless twists and turns.

"Someone messed up the number of days!" A monk who looked like a child jumped up in surprise in Changchun Yawuyou Cave, Xiongshiling, Yunnan.

Ever since Changmei calculated everywhere and set the number of days, the fate and trend belonged to Emei, and it was unshakable.

I just tried a little bit, and all the disciples died.

But now, someone has gone too far than himself, and directly beheaded the ascetic toutuo, one of the three immortals of the Emei Sect, shaking the foundation of the Emei Sect that has been established for hundreds of years.

"Who is so bold, isn't he afraid that his cultivation will disappear in smoke?" Li Jingxu, the boy of bliss, trembled.

Although the merits of the general trend of heaven and earth are important, what monks pursue is always to ascend to immortality.

But after messing up the number of days, you need to bear all the karma caused by it.

No matter if this huge karma falls on anyone, there is absolutely no possibility of half becoming a fairy.

Li Jingxu, the boy of bliss, could even imagine that after the news spread, countless people would inevitably attack the Emei faction.

For hundreds of years, relying on the number of days to run amok, now that the number of days has changed, the Emei faction is in trouble.

"Hahaha!" Yaoshi Guchen laughed wildly, and 81 black banners directly shrouded a Taoist temple below.

A series of screams came from the Taoist temple, and a few golden pills were swallowed by countless black threads just after they flew out, and the days that had been a little shaken were immediately chaotic!