There's something wrong with my immortal path.

Chapter 254: As long as the saint does not die, the thieves will continue.

Thirty-seven thousand years of immortality.

Yuan Daojiang, the second son of Dao Immortal, led an army of 100,000 black scales into the Bone Burial Sea.

This marked the start of a war that lasted for thousands of years.

The name of this battle is: [Lu Chen]

……

The Rouxuan tribe is different from other tribes in the far north.

Their situation is even more special.

The Rouxuan tribe originated from the Rouxuan Mountain in Zhongji Tianye.

In its heyday, Rouxuan Mountain had three Huangzun Mountain Masters.

At that time, people from all directions came to congratulate Rouxuan Mountain, and the fans were like a forest, making it a magnificent sight.

It's a pity that glory will eventually pass, and loneliness is the norm.

Oh, right.

Rouxuan Mountain has become an ancient name.

Rouxuan Mountain is now called Xuanjian Mountain.

From Zhongji Tianye to Xuanjian Mountain in Daoxianzhou.

The Immortal refined the Immortal Continent, turned the Tao into a territory, and took over all the mountains and rivers.

When the Dao Immortal ascended to the continent, he directly occupied Rouxuan Mountain in order to strengthen his own Immortal Continent.

As for the old mountain master Rouxuan, his head was beheaded by Zhidao, his Taoist bones were extracted, and his true spirit was extinguished.

The remaining members of Rouxuan had no choice but to go all the way north, across the endless sea of ​​bone burials, and seek shelter in the wilds of the far north.

Hate will not subside, it will only continue to accumulate, and the smoldering wildfire will eventually explode.

After years of accumulation and thousands of years of hatred, Rouxuan's sword has been sharpened for a long time.

As the tribes in the far north continued to suffer, Rouxuan simply let go.

Dig violently to Daoxituo City!

Never stop!

Horsey!

The Immortal Zhi Dao has many enemies.

I dare not say that it is all over the world...

At the very least, the three northern lands are his ultimate enemies.

Burial in the Sea of ​​Bones Corpse City?

Don’t go! Don’t go! That thing bites your teeth!

It’s a thankless effort, more bones and less meat!

what?

You said you wanted to fight as far as Tao Laoer's Shituo City?

Horsey!

I have to help with this matter!

Kids! Take my clothes!

That guy has escaped, I don’t believe he dares to come down!

……

The Rouxuan tribe attacked Daoxituo City fiercely, and the sea of ​​bones was immediately in chaos.

Several real demons were killed immediately, and the surrounding corpse cities had no time to rescue them.

In the end, Zhenmo Wuxiu, who was in the Badin Mahayana realm, teamed up with the Rouxuan Bading tribe elders to attack Zhidao City.

Kill the city lord, slaughter the monks, and capture the city!

After occupying Daoshituo City, the Rouxuan tribe did not retreat.

They knew that the Supreme Immortal would be furious.

The Supreme Immortal will never give up.

They also knew the news about Yuandaojiang sending troops, but they still did not retreat.

They were waiting quietly in Zhidao City, waiting for the fateful battle.

Endless humiliation, this battle will be completely over!

……

The Sea of ​​Bones is turbulent, and the land of Immortal Town is not peaceful either.

While Xia Ming drove the two demons to collect the souls of the underworld beasts, he continued to capture the destiny of the immortals.

The soul of the underworld beast strengthens the soul, and the three circles of jade rings are continuously tempered.

Crushing the soul over and over again, the strength of Xia Ming's soul continued to increase.

Now he can resist the obsession of the real devil...

It's not because Xia Ming's soul has reached such an incredible level.

But the destiny of immortals is constantly weakening...

Time is ruthless, the trend of bone burial is constantly eroding, and the real demon's residual thoughts are not as good as before.

Motivating his big hand, Xia Ming grabbed Immortal Destiny.

The true demonic obsession surged forward, and Xia Ming's soul trembled.

Boom——

Xia Ming held his breath and concentrated.

The big hand of Wuxiang was suddenly shattered.

Looking at the bright river of destiny, Xia Ming could only choose to retreat.

"damn it!"

"The big hand without form can't grasp the destiny at all!"

After several attempts, Xia Ming finally knew where Zheng Jie was.

Nowadays, the immeasurable hands cannot do anything to deal with the destiny of the immortals.

Xia Ming thought about it and figured it out.

His formless hand is just a thief of sentient beings.

How can sentient beings steal the destiny of an immortal?

"Thieves from living beings cannot steal the destiny of heaven... What about the thieves from saints?"

"The time left for me... is running out..."

Now Xia Ming can either choose to perfect the phaseless hand.

Or you can only find another way to carry the destiny of the immortal.

But what solution can be found?

After much struggle, Xia Ming found an ear.

Wulianghuangzun, the grandson of the thief Yasheng on the road.

Infinite mountain ash thirty-seven.

He looked up at Xia Ming and asked uncertainly with one ear. "Boy Xia...you want to see my family's experience as a big thief?"

"In exchange, you will give me Wuxiang Dashou's stolen chapter of the saint?"

"you sure?"

Staring into Yi Er's eyes, Xia Ming nodded firmly.

At the moment, Xia Ming has no better choice.

He could only hope in one ear.

One ear's inherited theft experience may be able to piece together a complete saint thief.

Without thinking, One Ear agreed.

"Little things, little things, I like the big hand you taught me last time."

"My ancestors all said that those big hands are interesting, and the knowledge of stealing is not a secret method. I still have the final say in this matter."

Grabbing Yi Er's shoulder, Xia Ming couldn't hide his excitement.

"Brothers!"

"By the way, I want Gubenha."

He glanced at Xia Ming suspiciously, but Yi Er didn't say much although he was doubtful.

Then, with the help of Yi Er and Po Liuhan, Xia Ming began to deduce the saint thief.

With the "Shadowless Hand" as the center, manuscripts are spread out one after another.

Looking at this scene, Yi Er became even more confused.

When Yi Er was stunned, Po Liuhan finally solved his doubts.

"Third brother..."

"My talent is ears, and Xia Ming's talent is eyes."

"Xia Ming's eyes can see different things."

"Eye……"

Whispering these two words, a trace of recollection flashed in one ear's eyes.

"Eyes...eyes..."

"I think I heard my ancestor say this!"

"That thing at the bottom of Wuliang Mountain!"

Thinking of this, Yi Er's body trembled violently again.

"horrible!"

"too frightening!"

"How could Xia Ming be that kind of thing!?"

While Yi Er was thinking wildly, Xia Ming's eyes also quietly twisted into whirlpools.

The words are twisting and the ink is wandering, but they are still difficult to form.

"Not enough! Not enough! Third brother! Do you still have the notes?"

Looking at Xia Ming's trembling body, he thought in one ear.

Horsey!

Isn’t it just a secret code of stealing magic?

Mr. Xia has protected me so many times, so what if I show him?

When the idea came to mind, one ear directly added his old father's notebook into it.

After a while, the pupils in Xia Ming's eyes turned into black swirls.

But he didn't notice it at all.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"It's still not enough!"

"It's still a little bit worse!"

Feeling Xia Ming's increasingly unstable soul, he took a deep breath and took out the small notebook given to him by the ancestor Wuliang.

According to the thoughts and feelings of Thief Yasheng and Wuliang Ancestor on the road, this thing can be said to be quite precious.

With the addition of the yellowing scroll, the ink in Xia Ming's eyes began to gradually condense.

But for some reason...it just couldn't be condensed into words.

"Damn it! Damn it! What went wrong?"

"What is missing? Dao and thieves! Dao! Thief!"

"The Great Thief!?"

Suddenly, Xia Ming had an idea and had no choice but to give it a try.

"Brother! Third brother! Add the scriptures stolen on the road!"

As soon as Xia Ming said this, the two of them immediately added the stolen scriptures on the road to it.

With the "Shadowless Hand" as the center, the surroundings are already filled with densely packed long scrolls.

In this moment of deathly silence, Xia Ming's eyes witnessed earth-shaking changes.

The ink splashes and the wind blows on the avenue.

Soaring upward, it seems to be a big curtain connecting to the sky.

The whirlpools and sunspots in his eyes slowly twisted, and the smile on Xia Ming's lips gradually rose.

Above the big curtain, Xia Ming saw the words.

……

[The great road is useless, but there is benevolence and righteousness. 】

【When wisdom comes out, there is great hypocrisy. 】

【As long as the saints die, thieves will continue. 】

[The saint steals the fate of the people and the destiny of all things. 】

[The avenue can also be stolen...]

[This is a saint thief. 】

(End of this chapter)