Great Dao Ji

The thousand-foot cliff of Wanlong Peak is halfway up.

An Qisheng pressed his palm on the steep stone wall, hanging in the air, looking down, and saw a small platform dozens of feet below, where vines intertwined.

This stone platform is less than one foot high, hidden under the vines, with a three-hundred-foot cliff above and a cliff of nearly a thousand feet below, which can be called a desperate place.

At this time, on the stone platform, there was a little child curled up among the vines, tying himself up with the vines, sleeping in the air above this desperate place.

The child looked about seven or eight years old, with a sallow face, a messy head of hair, and cracked lips like cracked land. The tattered clothes could not cover the injuries.

"This child has such a high luck"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, thinking deeply.

He survived alone in this disaster of extermination, and was able to grab the life-saving vines after falling off the cliff. He survived by eating vines for five days, and he actually survived until he arrived.

Needless to say, this extremely strong desire to survive, this luck alone is already earth-shattering.

He knew how deep this child's luck was without looking at the aura.

Even An Qisheng could think that if he didn't come, someone would find him and save him in no time.

Huhu~

On the cliff, An Qisheng fell a few times and was not far from the stone platform.

"Water"

The child groaned and woke up from his coma.

Sun En woke up in a trance, and his blurred vision gradually became clear. He saw an old Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance and a white robe fluttering like a celestial being, looking at him curiously under the flowing sunlight and on the cliff ten feet above.

In those deep eyes, it seemed that the sea and the starry sky were contained, deep and vast as if there was no boundary.

"Save me!"

The boy struggled with his scarred palm. It was faintly visible that his five finger nails had fallen off and the bones on his fingertips were worn flat.

An Qisheng slid down and grasped the scarred palm.

The boy felt his body lighten and was held in his arms.

An Qisheng held the boy and tapped the cliff with his palm from time to time.

Then he fell from the cliff at a very fast speed like a free fall.

A carriage was driving slowly on the dusty official road.

Huh~

A black shadow came over from a distance, landed gently on the side of the carriage, and said respectfully:

"Son, Yun Haitian has returned to Xiayi Sect from Wanlong Peak."

"Yes."

Feng Qingxuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the carriage, slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of laziness in his expression:

"How is the status of the Xia Wangye?"

The black-clothed swordsman bowed slightly:

"Yun Haitian's feet do not touch the ground when he walks, and he is more than a hundred feet away in an instant. He moves with the wind and thunder, and his aura is strong, like an angry lion or tiger. I dare not approach him."

"Master once commented on Yun Haitian, saying that he is the strongest qi meridian in the contemporary era. In essence, if it were not for the Red Snake Dharma King who hurt his soul, he would have achieved a divine meridian long ago. You are right not to approach him."

Feng Qingxuan did not care:

"You go by yourself, I will go alone to Xiayi Sect."

"Yes!"

The black-clothed swordsman heard this but did not hesitate at all, and disappeared on the side of the official road without moving.

Only the unmanned carriage slowly moved towards the Xiayi Gate dozens of miles away.

"Yun Haitian, I hope you can live up to Master's comments and give me a surprise"

Feng Qingxuan whispered to himself and slowly closed his eyes.

The carriage slowly moved until the sun was at its zenith. Feng Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and chuckled with an unknown meaning:

"Hehe~"

Xilulu~

The breeze blew, the horse neighed, and the curtains swayed.

Faintly, at the end of the straight official road, a row of monks wearing cloth shoes and monk robes stood quietly. The breeze lifted the monk robes, revealing their extremely strong bodies.

Those monks lined up in a row, lying in front. Although they were silent, they were like mountains standing in front of them. They were more than a hundred feet away, but these several top-grade dragon horses dared not move forward.

They seemed to sense the danger, or as if the air in front of them had become real, preventing them from moving forward.

"The Buddha said that the four elements are empty, but you all seem to come with murderous intent."

In the lifted curtain, Feng Qingxuan's eyes were indifferent, with a hint of annoyance on his face:

"Sure enough, the words of the bald donkey cannot be trusted at all!"

"Amitabha."

A group of monks chanted the Buddha's name, like the sound of bronze bells, and the Zen sound echoed on the long official road.

"People who follow the devil's way become devils, and those who follow the Buddha's way become Buddhas. Regardless of the Buddha and the devil, people are still people after all. As people, they have love, hate, and vengeance. We have too many distracting thoughts, and I don't think we can become Buddhas in this life."

The only old monk among the monks put his hands together in front of him, and his powerful true energy was looming:

"If it is to subdue the devil, I will not become a Buddha."

"Hahaha!"

In the carriage, Feng Qingxuan laughed out loud:

"Subdue the devil? Old bald donkey, can you do it?"

"The donor's martial arts have reached the pinnacle, and the old monk may not be his opponent"

San De looked calm and responded lightly:

"The general trend has come to this, but it can be cut off. You can't beat Mr. Yun!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Feng Qingxuan's face was indifferent, and his eyes were extremely cold:

"Old bald donkey, in order to cut off my general trend, you have to fight with your seven lives?"

Sande is a contemporary of Sankong, the contemporary abbot of Huangjue Temple. He has become a master of Great Zhoutian for decades. The six great monks beside him, although they are only Junior Zhoutian, are vaguely communicating with each other. , obviously proficient in some kind of combined attack method.

Although he was not afraid of the seven people joining forces, he did not dare to say that they would surely prosper after a battle. Once they were hindered, the momentum accumulated over several months would fall back.

"Thanks to Mr. Yun's trust, how can we let Mr. Yun face it alone?"

Sandoku said calmly, with a calm expression.

"Amitabha!"

Immediately, amidst the chanting of the Buddha's name, the seven people stepped forward in unison, making sounds like thunder exploding and copper bells vibrating:

"My life is here, can you come and take it?!"

Boom!

Amidst the frightened neighs of several dragon horses, the steel-framed carriage was shattered to pieces by the invisible true energy.

A turbulent air current suddenly rose above the long official road, and heavy smoke and dust were stirred up like dragons.

Huhu~~~

In the turbulent air currents.

Feng Qingxuan's great cloak was raised, and his slender fingers were already holding the long sword as black as ink.

boom!

The next moment, the ground cracked and surging Qi rolled around.

Feng Qingxuan steps,

Bow down,

Draw your sword!

Zheng~~~

Amidst the roar of the dragon sword, a blade of light that was as bright as the sun rising across the sky rose into the sky like a horse.

The whistling air cut through hundreds of feet of air and reached the end of the official road:

"Old man, you are looking for death!!!"

The sun is high in the sky, the sun is scorching hot, and the weather is extremely hot in July.

In front of the main hall of the Chivalry Gate, where the sun shines directly, there is a crowd of people crowded together.

Bai Xian'er stood beside the rockery not far away, watching from a distance.

Yun Haitian stood in front of the main hall, his body as tall as a spear. Even though his long hair was gray, his aura was as strong as the scorching sun among the stars, making it impossible to ignore.

A few feet away in front of him, dozens of people stood facing him.

Among those people, there were old and young, men and women, but the leader was a Confucian scholar of about ten or thirty years old.

Between the two teams, there were many people crying and accusing.

Yun Dongliu stood beside Yun Haitian, his face extremely ugly, but he recognized more than twenty people present, all of whom had been favored by the Chivalrous Sect.

"Prince Xia, Prince Xia!"

In front of a faded red coffin, an old woman threw herself on the ground, tears streaming down her face: "You deceived me and made me suffer so much! My poor son, he only lived eighteen years!"

"Prince Xia, if you want the old woman's life, just take it. Why, it's my son who died!"

The old woman coughed up blood and shouted loudly. The ghost-like voice made all the martial arts people frown.

But there were seven or eight people around him who also knelt on the ground, crying and complaining about all the evil things the Chivalry Sect had done.

It left all the martial arts people doubtful and difficult to interrupt.

"Old woman!"

Some martial arts people couldn't stand the cries and couldn't help but interrupt loudly: "You said Prince Xia killed your son? That's nonsense!"

"That's right! Who is Prince Xia? How could he kill your son for no reason?"

"Could it be that your son has done something outrageous?"

"And you, you said that the Chivalry Sect has done so many evil things, do you have any evidence?"

Other martial arts people also started shouting.

"It's so pitiful that my son has never dared to kill a chicken in his life, so how could he do anything evil?"

The old woman held the coffin with her trembling hands and looked at Yun Haitian with her red eyes:

"Prince Xia, my son died at the hands of your disciples, right or wrong?"

"Grandma Huang."

Yun Dongliu's face was extremely ugly and he couldn't bear it anymore.

He took two steps forward and looked at the old woman: "Grandma Huang, my senior brother killed your son and he was killed by my master in front of the door. You have seen the body, right?"

His aura was powerful, and as soon as he spoke, the old woman's body trembled.

Yun Dongliu ignored the old woman and looked at a middle-aged man in his forties with only one arm and one leg:

"Jin Xiangrong! Sixteen years ago, the lone thief Zuo Xingjian raped and murdered your wife and daughter, and killed your parents and young son. But my master traveled seven thousand miles and tracked you for three days and nights to avenge you?"

Yun Dongliu's chest rose and fell, and he looked at the other people who were crying:

"Li Asheng! Your brother's family died at the hands of the thief Ji Gaoyuan. Who avenged you and recovered your Li family heirloom?"

"Nan Erniu! Your son was kidnapped by bandits, but you begged me to be a chivalrous person? I laid in wait for four days and four nights, killed 126 bandits, and was stabbed sixteen times to save your son. , is there any lies?”

"Ye Peng! Seventeen years ago, your whole family was killed. It was my teacher who traveled eight thousand miles to avenge you."

"Li San! That Liu Sandao defiled Wang Xiaoniang, killed Wang Yunbao's family, and sold Wang Xiaoniang into a brothel. Is there anything wrong with me killing her?"

"Da Zhao! Your slaves and your concubine took away your property and chopped you thirteen times. Fortunately, my division passed by to treat your injuries and regain your property. Do I owe you anything?"

Yun Dongliu was so angry that he took seven steps and pointed out one by one.

All those people were left blushing and speechless.

All the martial arts people were even more amazed and scolded those people for being so cruel.

"What a sharp tongue!"

The middle-aged scribe suddenly sneered.

"Qi Changping! Seventeen years ago, my teacher traveled thousands of miles to avenge the death of his family. What's the point of you bringing people here to slander my teacher today?"

Yun Dongliu glared angrily.

A great enemy is coming, and if these people disturb his teacher's state of mind, it is very likely that his teacher will be defeated directly.

This was something he absolutely couldn't bear.

"Yeah?"

Qi Changping's face darkened and he looked straight at Yun Haitian who was silent: "Old man, my Qi family has 346 members, but you killed them?!"

The martial arts people around them all had their hearts skipping a beat and looked at the people from the Chivalry Sect in disbelief.

"Bloody mouth!"

Yun Dongliu and all the disciples of the Chivalry Sect were all extremely angry, their true energy was raging, and they wanted to take action immediately.

"stop!"

Yun Haitian, who had been silent for a long time, waved his hand and suppressed the noise in the audience.

He looked around and glanced at everyone one by one. Dozens of 'suffering masters' did not dare to look directly into his eyes and lowered their heads one after another.

Only Qi Changping looked directly at him, his face full of anger.

"Since you dare to come and speak out, there must be evidence."

The sea of ​​clouds and the sky stand under the hot sun, neither happy nor angry:

"Bring it to me and let me see it!"

His voice was powerful and masculine, as hot as the sunlight flowing down.

"I"

A trace of struggle appeared on Qi Changping's face, but it disappeared in an instant. He reached out and pulled out a human-like figure from behind:

"This is my servant. During the fire that night, he hid in the manure pit and luckily escaped death!"

Plop~

The man immediately fell to his knees and kowtowed to the martial arts people around him. His face was burned like a demon and looked ferocious:

"Yes, it was Yun, Yun Haitian, who killed everyone in the Qi family. It was him, it was him! No, don't kill me!"

He turned around, and when he saw Yun Haitian, he suddenly screamed and fell to the ground as if he was crazy. He was killed by force!

boom!

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Hundreds of heroes in front of the hall were excited.

Different from these ordinary people, in their view, it does not necessarily matter if these things are really done by the chivalrous sect, but the Qi family was also very famous back then, and many people were favored by them.

If his family was really killed by the Chivalry Sect, it would be a truly earth-shattering event.

"Just that?"

Yun Haitian suddenly laughed, as if he was extremely happy.

"why are you laughing?"

Qi Changping couldn't help but shouted angrily: "Old thief, you have been trying to gain fame all your life, but you still pretend to be benevolent and righteous when you kill my whole family. You are really the most evil person in the world!"

"Asshole!"

Yun Dongliu was furious and was about to step forward.

Unexpectedly, his shoulders sank, and when he looked back, he saw Yun Haitian.

Yun Haitian shook his head slightly, and then said calmly:

"Sixty years ago, from the day when my energy became great, anyone I wanted to kill would be killed even if they were hiding in the Six Hells Demon Sect."

His voice was calm, but the idea contained in it was something he had consistently implemented over the past sixty years.

Even Qi Changping, who hated him extremely, fell silent when he heard this.

Because it's true.

"I want to kill someone, who can survive? Who can escape?"

Yun Haitian looked around, his tone flat with a hint of indescribable emotion:

"Everyone, what do you think?"

There was silence.

Many people in the martial arts world were speechless.

"Brother Yun's words are far-fetched."

That one, a voice of doubt suddenly came from behind Yun Haitian.

Han Feng walked out expressionlessly:

"There is no airtight wall in the world. If it is as my brother said, then how did you find out when the Demon Sect killed Lin Wanwan's family?"

"Cold Peak"

Yun Haitian's expression finally changed.

In his life, he had made countless enemies and only had a few friends, and Han Feng was already one of the few.

He suddenly shook his head and sighed:

"It turns out you don't believe me either."

With a long sigh, everyone under the scorching sun could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.

This coolness is not strong, but it seems to rise from the bottom of my heart.

It's so cold that it makes one feel sad, and it's so cold that it makes one want to cry.

"Such a powerful 'god'"

Under the shadow in the distance, wearing a red gauze, a look of shock appeared on Wushuang's face.

Even though they were dozens of feet away, a trace of sadness arose in her heart.

She knew that this was not her own induction, but that Yun Haitian's 'god' was extremely powerful, and her unintentional changes in mood affected all the martial arts people present, and even many masters with great Qi meridians!

Wushuang never thought that such a powerful 'god' could be realized in a person who had not yet developed his divine veins.

But at the same time, she was slightly relieved.

Although Yun Haitian was unparalleled in tyranny, the scars left by the former Chi Lian Dharma King were still there, and his spirit was not harmonious. At this time, he finally experienced fluctuations.

It's like a cloud suddenly appearing on a cloudless sky.

Although it is insignificant, it is the difference between perfection and imperfection. The gap is so huge that it cannot be calculated.

"I still have witnesses!"

Qi Changping gritted his teeth and suddenly pointed at a thin figure in the Chivalry Sect.

"good!"

Under the gaze of everyone, the thin man raised his head and answered expressionlessly:

"The murder seventeen years ago was indeed committed by my master. I was on one side at that time."

"Yun Dongfeng!"

"Seventh Senior Brother!"

"you!"

The crowd around him was in an uproar.

All the disciples of the Chivalrous Sect were so stunned that they couldn't believe their eyes.

"It was him, he was the one who killed my son!"

"He killed my senior brother!"

"It's him! He raped my daughter!"

When Yun Dongfeng raised his head, the previously silent 'sufferers' suddenly started shouting, as if they finally saw their enemies.

Each one roared angrily, wanting to choose someone to devour.

"Brother Yun, I never thought you were this kind of person!"

"This is the only way to get fame and reputation! It's so sad and ridiculous!"

"How can I, a great man from Yan Cang, associate with someone like you!"

At this time, a group of Qi pulse masters finally spoke and left.

In an instant, Yun Haitian's side was almost empty except for his own disciples.

"Brother Yun, this is the last time I call you."

Han Feng sighed and walked to the opposite side.

For a time, thousands of people were pointing at him, everyone was reviling him, and the surging murderous intention was ten times more violent than the previous respect, making all the chivalrous disciples look pale and despair in their hearts.

Under the turbulent crowd, only Yun Haitian remained calm, and his body remained straight without any change.

"Brother Yun, there must be a hidden secret in this matter. I, Nangong Qing, have known you for many years and I absolutely do not trust people like you."

Nangong Qing gritted his teeth and looked at Yun Haitian.

"It's rare that Brother Nangong still believes in me."

Yun Haitian shook his head and then looked at Qi Changping:

"Finished?"

"finished"

Qi Changping nodded unconsciously. In his opinion, Yun Haitian was doomed this time.

"Yun's actions throughout his life are worthy of heaven and earth, and worthy of all sentient beings. He is worthy of no guilt, but he doesn't want to. It's so ridiculous."

After looking around at everyone for the third time, Yun Haitian let out a long sigh:

"But what makes you think that someone like me, Yun, has lived for ninety years and can't even teach his disciples well?"

"Um?"

In the shadow in the distance, Wushuang's expression changed.

Sure enough, Yun Dongfeng suddenly let out a loud laugh, knelt down and slapped Yun Haitian three times. Then he raised his head and looked at Qi Changping with great ridicule:

"Although there is a lot of gold and silver, although the beauties are good, although the martial arts are exquisite, and although the elixirs are tempting, how can they compare with my teacher's teachings?"

"You! You actually!"

Qi Changping's expression suddenly changed, and he turned around and was about to fly into the air.

But he felt the invisible force coming down like a mountain, suppressing him to the ground.

boom!

Amidst the changes in the expressions of the martial arts people around him like those in a dye house, Yun Haitian suddenly stepped on his feet, and the invisible air flow roared up, roaring up like the boundless sea, surging in all directions!

In an instant, thousands of martial artists were pushed several feet away by one of them.

Then he let out a long roar, raised his long arm, and pushed away with a palm.

Boom!

The huge chivalry gate was shaken, many rockeries collapsed one after another, and earth and rocks flew everywhere.

I saw a ray of substance-like, powerful and incredible true energy spurting out the moment he pushed out his palm.

Like the falling of the Milky Way, it makes a sound like the waves of the boundless ocean.

In just an instant, the dozens of feet of sky were turned into a vacuum by the surging Qi. The fierce air pressure penetrated dozens of feet at once, lifting a house off the ground and shattering it into smoke and dust.

"snort!"

In the shadow and dust, Wushuang let out a muffled groan and flew backwards.

It was just a palm, but it was so earth-shattering.

All the people in the martial arts community changed their expressions, and Bai Xian'er, who was hiding among the crowd, turned extremely pale.

"Such palm power is shocking to the world!"

Red clothes flew through the air, and climbed onto the towering flagpole in front of the Chivalry Gate, wearing hunting clothes:

"Prince Xia, you are worthy of being Prince Xia!"

Wu Yan's eyes were filled with brilliant colors, amazed by Yun Haitian's palm power.

But she knew that today's event was not a failure after all. Yun Haitian's mood at this moment was definitely not as calm as it seemed.

"The White Lotus Heart Sutra turns out to be the disciple of the old bustard, no wonder he is so sinister!"

With a palm strike, Yun Haitian's robe hunted, his expression condensed.

But he did not continue to take action.

Just because an extremely sharp energy has risen into the sky in the distance.

The blade was so sharp that it almost pierced the sky and disturbed the clouds.

“It’s so difficult for a woman to become a great person!”

Thousands of feet away, Feng Qingxuan's voice seemed to pierce the void, echoing clearly throughout the Chivalry Sect.

And before he finished speaking, his figure had already walked in from a distance and arrived in front of the Chivalry Gate.

These words were spoken to Wushuang on the flagpole.

"Yun Haitian! You really have never let me down!"

Even though there are many houses separated from each other, Feng Qingxuan seems to be standing opposite to the clouds, sea and sky, making a faint sound.

"After all, it makes you the climate."

Yun Haitian's sleeves fluttered and his eyes were focused:

"Then kill them all and let the old devil suffer a lot!"

"Old guy, you think too much!"

Feng Qingxuan smiled faintly, but his eyes as cold as blades looked at Wushuang:

"After today, you will be my holy son's crotch toy."

"Feng Qingxuan! Do you think that's all?"

After hearing this, unexpectedly, Wushuang was not angry. A faint smile appeared on the flawless jade face behind the veil:

"Have you forgotten that what I am best at is the soul-stealing technique?"

"What?"

Feng Qingxuan was shocked and secretly screamed.

Sure enough, the moment Wushuang finished speaking, thousands of piercing sounds suddenly came from the Xiayi Sect!

"Chi Lian Po Qi Needle!"

Feng Qingxuan's face suddenly darkened.

When the Qi channels are fully developed, the Qi network spreads all over the body, forming a layer of Qi network that defends oneself at all times.

This network of Qi veins runs through the skin of muscles and bones, and is tough beyond imagination.

If it weren't for extreme sharpness or absolute crushing power, ordinary methods wouldn't be able to hurt Qi pulse masters at all.

There are only a few hidden weapons that can kill the Qi Meridian. The imperial court's pulse-breaking needle and the Six Hell Demon Sect's Chilian Qi-breaking needle are such hidden weapons.

"Yundongliu!!!"

Sure enough, a roar could be heard from the Chivalry Sect that could not cover up the screams.

"How is that possible!"

Many Chivalrous Sect disciples in front of the hall were in disbelief.

The last person to pick him up and activate the hidden weapon was Yundongliu who had been by Yun Haitian's side from the beginning to the end!

"Dongliu!"

Yun Haitian, whose face was completely red, slapped down with his palm. With the surging true energy, he was about to slap Yun Dongliu to death with one palm.

But at the last moment, his true energy suddenly withdrew, and with a heavy palm, Yun Dongliu was thrown more than ten feet into the air, and he was thrown out of the Chivalry Gate with several tumbles!

Falling heavily into the dust.

"puff!"

Immediately, Yun Haitian's majestic body swayed and spurted out a mouthful of black blood as hot as lava.

"teacher!"

"King of Heroes!"

"Brother Yun!"

All the martial arts people around him came in droves.

Nangong Qing and others showed pain on their faces:

"Brother Yun, you, why are you?"

"Ahem!"

Yun Haitian waved his hand, swaying the crowd away, and walked toward the door of Xiayi:

"The visitor is a guest. If he dies, he shall die after my queen!"

Even if the distance is extremely close, even if he is caught off guard, with his method, he can still avoid the Chi Lian Qi-Breaking Needle.

But if he dodges, under that wave of hidden weapons, the martial arts people here will definitely die.

This place is the chivalrous gate.

He is Yun Haitian.

It was his apprentice who issued the concealed weapon.

How can he hide?

How can you hide?

"Unparalleled!!!"

In the wide open space in front of the Xiayi Gate, Feng Qingxuan roared to the sky and was about to draw his sword.

But when Wushuang spoke, he had already retreated more than a hundred feet away, leaving only a chuckle:

"Yun Haitian is not dead yet, and his dying struggle may not be able to help you break through the threshold. If you use this knife on me, you will lose even half a chance!"

"Bitch, bitch!!"

Feng Qingxuan's heart was filled with murderous intent, but after a slight hesitation, he still let go of the long knife.

Because at this time, Yun Haitian, whose face was red but still tall and tall, had already walked out of the door and was looking at him from a distance.

The tiger old man was still powerful. He was seriously injured at this time, but his aura was far more powerful than ever.

Let him not dare to be careless.

The momentum suddenly moved, and the sword was on the verge of breaking out!

Huhuhu~

The dust was scattered in the airflow.

Yun Haitian stood as tall as a mountain, looking at Feng Qingxuan with red eyes:

"You and I, die together!"

"Old thing"

Feng Qingxuan raised his big cloak and placed his palm on the long knife. The knife was half an inch out, and the cold light was almost gushing out.

Xilulu~~~

At this moment, a high-pitched horse neighing sound broke through the air.

Everyone looked.

I saw wind and dust billowing in the distance like a dragon, and a white-robed Taoist riding a red horse came from Juechen!

This is definitely a big chapter. It’s three o’clock in writing. Gouzi has worked very hard.