Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the fire enveloped a small half of Chang'an, and spread to the entire city of Chang'an at an extremely fast speed.

This huge imperial capital, which had existed for thousands of years and covered hundreds of thousands of miles in radius, no longer had the majesty and sanctity it once had.

Eight thousand years ago, when Emperor Taizong was surrounded by many of the founding heroes who entered the imperial capital, no one would have thought that someone would repeat their feats.

Outside Chang'an City, looking at Chang'an with flames soaring into the sky, Li Taidu felt that the imperial capital had lost the awe-inspiring feeling it had before.

"The incense array reaches Chang'an."

"The whole city is covered with golden armor."

"Let's do it, stop Li Qian, don't let him succeed."

Li Tai, wearing a phoenix-winged helmet and bright light armor, faced Chang'an, while countless Taoist soldiers behind him rushed towards the majestic imperial capital in front of him.

Li Tai knew very well that the Taoist soldiers were not the key to the situation in Chang'an City this time.

The formation of Taoist soldiers can certainly compete with real people in the Third Realm, and for such a huge city, Taoist soldiers are also needed to occupy important places.

But neither the Dao soldiers, nor the real people at the Golden Core Realm who lead the Dao soldiers, or even the Nascent Soul Realm can decide the outcome of the battle.

Transformation into God, only transformation into God.

Only those who have reached the last stage of the Third Realm and can be called living gods and demons are the ones who can decide the outcome.

At present, the real gods from all parties are basically gathered at the Tai Chi Palace.

At that time, the three princes and nine ministers, the generals of the sixteen guards, representatives of aristocratic families from all over the country, the forces that supported several princes in their fight for the dragon.
There are already dozens of Immortal Transformers around Tai Chi Palace, and more Immortal Transformers are still gathering towards Tai Chi Palace.

At this time, the Taiji Palace seemed to be a whirlpool, causing the monks from all over Chang'an to approach it involuntarily.

"How dare you, Xiaoxiao, to disturb Tai Chi Palace?!"

A cold shout resounded above the Tai Chi Palace. Countless people looked up and saw a middle-aged man wearing a feather crown and a mysterious robe standing in the air. The infinite pressure was released, and the abyss-like prison-like spirit in the realm of gods was revealed. There was silence for thousands of miles.

That was Duan Xuanguang, one of the sixteen generals.

"Yellow sand waterfall!"

As Duan Xuanguang waved his hand, inspirations gathered from all over the sky. A handful of yellow sand flew out from Duan Xuanguang's hand, and in an instant, immeasurable yellow sand surged.

The yellow sand storm covered thousands of miles, and the tens of thousands of Taoist soldiers who attacked the Tai Chi Palace were enveloped by the monstrous sand storm before they could react.

Every grain of yellow sand is comparable to gold and iron. Under the blow of the yellow wind, even the golden elixir realm monks will have their bones and flesh melted and their souls scattered.

Not long after, when the yellow sand waterfall dispersed, the front of Taiji Palace was densely covered with white bones and fragments of magic weapons. Large buildings were even affected, and tall and magnificent buildings were reduced to ruins.

This is the power of the real person who transforms into a god. Even if tens of thousands of Taoist soldiers unite, they cannot withstand the power of this living god and demon.

However, such a ferocious scene failed to deter all parties involved in the coup.

They had already made their bets, and there was no room for retreat now.

"hey-hey."

A cold laugh appeared.

This laughter makes people feel extremely uncomfortable, like poisonous insects crawling all over the body, and like sticky poisonous slurry flooding the top of the skull.

Duan Xuanguang looked around vigilantly, and suddenly sensed something, and the aura barrier instantly unfolded in front of him.

In the next breath, countless flying needles came like a heavy rain and drowned Duan Xuanguang.

These flying needles hit the aura barrier and were scattered into wisps of purple mist. As more and more purple mist emerged, a hunched and extremely thin figure also appeared.

"Five poisons?"

Duan Xuanguang was startled at first, then reacted in the next moment, and his face immediately darkened.

Wu Du Zhenren, an evil cultivator in the realm of gods, was able to massacre several cities in the Tang Dynasty for the sake of practicing magic.

For this reason, Emperor Wende of the Tang Dynasty issued an edict, and Duan Xuanguang and Xiao Pojun, one of the Sixteenth Generals, set up a trap. With the cooperation of Cheng Xinjie, the Jiedu envoy of Jiangbei Province, the three immortal gods captured the five poisons and threw them into the secret prison of Tianguan. .

It would be too wasteful to directly execute a real person who transformed into a god, so the Five Poisons were imprisoned deep in the Tianguan Dark Prison and became one of the operational hubs of the Tianguan Dark Prison.

In fact, whether it is the Five Poisons or other evil cultivators, they are just scabies in the Tang Dynasty. The powerful Tang Dynasty does not care about these clowns.

But when problems arose in the Tang Dynasty, the transformed gods and Yuanyings in the secret prisons of various heavenly gates became stubborn diseases.

Just like now, when Duan Xuanguang saw the appearance of the Five Poisons, he immediately understood that the gods and Yuanyings imprisoned in the secret prison of Tianguan had probably been released.

This is a conspiracy, which is to cause these evil cultivators to cause trouble in Chang'an. Can the sixteen generals, three ministers and nine ministers of the imperial court sit back and watch the whole of Chang'an become completely chaotic?
Even if they can ignore the hundreds of millions of common people, can they still ignore the families of so many powerful people?

Not to mention Duan Xuanguang, the other Shenhuashen in the Tai Chi Palace also figured it out immediately when they saw the appearance of the Five Poisons.

The powerful people of the Tang Dynasty, the high-ranking Master Huashen, all looked gloomy at this moment, and an extremely oppressive aura filled the Tai Chi Palace.

"Everyone, since someone doesn't want us to live in peace, let's take action." General Xiao Pojun said coldly.

Hou Zhenyu, who is also one of the generals of the Sixteenth Guards, also said: "Well, if a few boys want to play, just play with them!"

The next moment, the frightening spiritual pressure rose in the sky above the Tai Chi Palace, and then the figures of the real gods appeared one after another.

The Sangong Jiuqing wore a beam crown on his head and a purple waist with a gold ribbon, and the Sixteenth Guards general wore a feather crown and a black robe and iron armor.

The top combat forces of the Tang Dynasty appeared one by one, and more than twenty real gods appeared. The terrifying spiritual pressure seemed to make people feel at the bottom of the sea, with tens of millions of weights constantly oppressing the mind.

"Oh, let me see."

"General Duan, General Hou, General Xiao, Mr. Wei Ge, Mr. Zhang Ge, Mr. Liu Ge." "This is really a great crowd."

Wudu sneered, but he didn't panic at all.

I saw figures appearing next to Wu Du.

A plump and charming woman, an old man with gray hair, and a simple and honest middle-aged man with short stature.
Mrs. Hehuan, Old Man Tiancan, Taoist Feiwu, these are all evil cultivators who became famous for a while.

No one expected that after disappearing for so many years, they would show up again, and even appear openly in Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

Without any nonsense, Duan Xuanguang, Hou Zhenyu, Xiao Pojun and others all took action. For a moment, the heaven and earth's inspiration surged like a wave, and infinite vitality gathered at the Tai Chi Palace.

"Do it!"

Dozens of gods-incarnation masters took action together, and for a moment, fire spread across the sky, and the flames poured down like rain!

In the layer of fierce wind and fire hundreds of thousands of feet above, Fang Lan and Tao Yiqian looked at the two people opposite them leisurely.

One person has gray hair and an old face. He only wears white clothes and a coarse cloth belt. However, this seemingly ordinary old man has an indescribable aura of righteousness about him.

When people see him for the first time, they know that he is an upright and honest veteran.

The other man was dressed in a black robe, with half-black and half-white hair tied up with a copper band. He had a resolute face and an aura of iron-blooded killing.

Wen Zhengming, the head of the Academy of the Tang Dynasty, and Wang Zhi, the head of the Wuyuan Garden of the Tang Dynasty.

The two Dharma Masters who were in charge of Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty were staring at Fang Lan and Tao Yiqian in front of them. Their expressions were neither sad nor happy, but the sense of solemnity was already spreading thousands of miles away.

"You two, we are just here to watch the battle. If you don't go down and guard Chang'an City, why do you come up to watch us?" Fang Lan smiled, but the killing intent was clear in his eyes.

In the next breath, the Dharma appears.

Sanyuanxingjun and Limingxingjun appeared behind Fang Lan and Tao Yiqian, and they couldn't help but directly faced Wen Zhengming and Wang Zhi.

Outside the city of Chang'an, a Taoist priest with a green crown and a black robe sat cross-legged in a small pavilion in the countryside, playing chess leisurely with Jin Wang Li Zhen.

"Nowadays, various forces in Chang'an City are competing for it, and Xiao Wang is a little worried." Li Zhen did not hide her true emotions.

Jiang Sheng's expression was indifferent: "Young masters are just the vanguard of the king. The one who laughs at the end is the winner."

"Your Highness, the various forces in Chang'an City are now intertwined, just like this chess game. Even if you rack your brains, you can only survive."

“If you want to win, you have to stay outside the chessboard.”

Li Zhen looked at Jiang Sheng: "What do you mean, Taoist Master, victory is not on the chessboard?"

Jiang Sheng nodded, no matter whether King Qi made a coup to seize the palace, or King Chu and others wanted Huang Que to follow, they could not succeed.

Jiang Sheng will never forget that Li Qian and Li Tai are his disciples who want to harm him.

He, Jiang Sheng, only had two disciples, and they almost died in the hands of these two people. It seems that this revenge will be avenged today.

A ray of plain white moonlight descended, revealing Su Yajun's figure.

"Taoist Priest Lingyuan is in a good mood and still has time to play chess here."

Li Zhen stood up quickly after seeing it: "Master Shao Tian."

This person is the strong support he invited, and he cannot tolerate being careless.

Jiang Sheng looked at Su Yajun: "The Heavenly Master is not here?"

Su Yajun looked above Chang'an and said coldly: "The old man has been here a long time ago and has been watching."

Those staring at them were none other than Fang Lan and Tao Yiqian.

"It seems that Master Shaotian can't wait any longer, so let's get going."

Jiang Sheng dropped a ball, and then it turned into clear light and dispersed, and Su Yajun also disappeared without a trace.

After the two Dharma Masters disappeared, Li Zhen only felt her heart beating hard.

The throne of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty seemed to be only one step away from him.

At the bottom of the million-mile strong wind and fierce fire layer, a star suddenly fell down, splashing countless sparks of light.

When the Three-Yuan Star Lord transformed by Fang Lan waved, countless sparks flew and galloped like a turbulent river of stars, heading towards Wen Zhengming and Wang Zhi.

Suddenly, a pale moonlight fell and directly cut off the torrent of sparks.

Fang Lan looked up and saw a statue of the Heavenly Lord, wrapped in a feather belt and with the bright moon behind his head, slowly appearing.

Su Yajun, the Dharma Appearance of Su Nu Tianjun, has arrived!

"Miaoxin, something is wrong." Tao Yiqian felt a sense of crisis when he saw Su Yajun appear.

He and Fang Lan had obviously made a calculation. It stands to reason that Su Yajun should not show up. Shouldn't she be in Luoyang now?
"You two, we meet again."

The appearance of Jueyun Tianjun transformed by Li Sixian appeared behind Fang Lan and Tao Yiqian.

Seeing Li Sixian, the Heavenly Master of the Tang Dynasty, also appear, Fang Lan's face turned completely gloomy.

She had made nine calculations in three days, and every time she had succeeded immediately. Why was she being plotted by Li Sixian and Su Yajun now?

How could her predictions be wrong all nine times?

An indescribable sense of absurdity surged into his heart, and Fang Lan's heart gradually sank to the bottom. (End of chapter)