wicked immortal

Although the mob incident was over, it left the Great Qin Empire devastated.

The Great Qin Empire was swaying in the wind and rain, and at the same time, news of wars frequently came from the borders of the Great Qin Empire after the beginning of spring.

The entire Great Qin Empire was in panic.

Zhao Yuan also encountered difficulties in his cultivation of "The Enemy of Thousands of People". His cultivation of "war" has been stagnant, and he suffers from the will to fight every day.

Obviously, Zhao Yuan's current fighting intensity and frequency are not enough, unable to vent - the surging fighting spirit inside his body.

What Zhao Yuan needed was a hearty battle, but he couldn't choose an opponent at all, he could only deal with endless pursuits, and such pursuits did not depend on his willpower.

At present, Zhao Yuan's biggest problem is that he has to run wildly on the vast territory of the Great Qin Empire. This kind of running is the cultivation of "speed", but it cannot strengthen the cultivation of "war", and instead causes his The fighting spirit is getting stronger and stronger.

Of course, if Zhao Yuan wanted to fight, it would be very simple. As long as he did not move after revealing his identity, the enemies from all directions would rush over, but the problem was that Zhao Yuan could not reveal his whereabouts for a long time, because he could not protect his own safety at all.

Short-term identity exposure is already a huge risk. If it is exposed for a long time, Liu Xiaotian will definitely be able to track him down.

Liu Xiaotian would not practice with him, what Liu Xiaotian wanted was his life.

Now, Zhao Yuan is in a dilemma.

When the practice of "war" encountered difficulties, Zhao Yuan's two auras became more and more condensed because of Zhao Yuan's stagnation. Control the aura to control things, not even a single strand of hair can be controlled.

While wandering, Zhao Yuan collected a lot of knowledge about self-cultivation from the folks, and some massive information told him that there is only one aura in the body of a self-cultivator, while he has two...

After repeated arguments, Zhao Yuan could only smile wryly.

So far, Zhao Yuan doesn't know how these two auras are formed.

If it is said that Wan Ling'er built the foundation for him, it obviously cannot convince Zhao Yuan.With Wan Ling'er's weak aura being able to build a foundation for him, then Mrs. Suxin wouldn't say that he would never even think about cultivating aura in his life.

Two auras, extremely mysterious.

The two auras have no meaning to Zhao Yuan, but they can give Zhao Yuan a powerful spiritual power. He always believes that the two auras cannot appear for no reason, and he will one day be able to control the two auras. Aura.

Zhao Yuan began to gradually understand the villain list.

The villain list seems to be an ordinary list, but behind it, there are countless stories.

Those who can make it to the top [-] of the villain list are all ruthless characters with horses on their arms. If they can make it to the top [-] of the villain list, they can basically walk sideways in the Great Qin Empire. If they are in the top [-], then , are already frightening figures.

As for the top ten, they are all existences against the sky.

In the past 50 years, the top ten names on the villain list have never wavered, and most of them are cultivators with profound magic power.

Zhao Yuan discovered that on the villain list, the higher the position, the safer, and the lower the position, the more dangerous.

Zhao Yuan is currently ranked 470th in the villain list, such a position is basically a target for some sect disciples to practice in the world.

Righteous people!

A cruel sneer emerged from the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth.In Zhao Yuan's eyes, there are no evil people and good people, let alone righteous people, because few of the so-called righteous people he came into contact with were good people.

For Zhao Yuan, righteous people are more terrifying than evil people.

If the characters on the villain list can still be guarded against, then those righteous people who wear the disguise of justice and fairness are hard to guard against.

Qianming Temple.

Zhao Yuan, who was on his way, subconsciously glanced at the mountain gate not far from the road.

A secular monastery.

During these years of wandering, Zhao Yuan stayed in countless ruined monasteries. He had already lost his devotion to these secular temples. In his opinion, these monasteries were just tools for monks to make money.

In the Great Qin Empire, the ashrams established by some cultivators were rather popular, because, during the severe flood and drought season, occasionally there would be practitioners doing small-scale practice, or seeing a doctor and applying medicine to solve some practical problems for the common people.The secular temples, except for spiritual comfort, are basically useless.

Secular religious beliefs have become more and more dilapidated.

According to historical records, Qianming Temple was one of the top ten temples in the Great Qin Empire. At one time, it was full of incense, but later cultivation became popular, and the temple gradually fell into disrepair.Of course, the actual reason is not the case. The bigger reason is that the monarch of the Great Qin Empire suppressed the temple.

In fact, monks also practice cultivation, but because monks are not known to ordinary people.

Looking at the three indifferent and elegant golden characters of "Qianming Temple", Zhao Yuan suddenly had a desire to go in and have a look, and this desire gradually became stronger, as if some mysterious force was driving Zhao Yuan generally.

Qianming Temple is on the top of the mountain.

Zhao Yuan climbed up the steps, paying no attention to the beautiful scenery of the surrounding mountains. His gaze was fixed on the temple amidst the lush greenery on the top of the mountain.

Somewhere, it was as if someone was calling Zhao Yuan.

This is a very strange feeling.

In Zhao Yuan's inner world, there was an unprecedented tranquility. The top of the mountain seemed to have become a holy place in his mind. Zhao Yuan, who had been immune to the famous mountains and rivers, seemed to regain his piety, like an out-and-out believer.

"Someone is calling me!"

Zhao Yuan suddenly stopped his figure, his mind was awe-inspiring, and he was sober.

"Benefactor, the poor monk has already swept the bed and waited." A clear voice came from afar in the air.

Zhao Yuan's expression changed drastically, he hesitated for a moment, bit his root, and resolutely walked towards the mountain with big strides.Since the other party can confuse his mind from a few miles away, it means that he is a person with great supernatural powers. Facing such a strong person, it is better to go up the mountain by yourself than being forced to go up the mountain...

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"Female benefactor, it's your turn." In the meditation room of Ganming Temple, a fat monk in robes sat on the floor, with a kind smile on his brows, like a smiling Buddha.

Opposite the fat monk, there is a beautiful beauty sitting on her knees. The beauty is wearing a long skirt, her face is dignified, and her facial features are extremely delicate. Although she is sitting, she can still feel her graceful and graceful figure.Beside the woman, there is a long sword. The scabbard of the long sword is light tooth white, noble and elegant, and I don't know what material it is made of.

Between the two are black and white pawns.

The woman holds the black chess, and the monk holds the white chess.From the point of view of chess, black has already taken the advantage, and white has the potential to wipe out the whole army.

However, the stunning woman frowned tightly, as if absent-minded.

"The benefactor is thoughtful." The monk asked slowly without urging him.

"Who is he?" The woman raised her head, revealing a pair of eyes as deep as stars.

"The poor monk doesn't know him either." The monk smiled and played with the chess pieces in his hand.

"Then why do you say you're waiting to sweep the couch?" The woman stared closely at the monk's narrowed eyes.