Great Dao Ji

"Alas, how could the old city god, who had practiced for a thousand years, not be able to defeat the four hundred years of cultivation of the leader of the Heavenly Will?"

Speaking of the old city god, the little Taoist boy Jingxin sighed again.

This sigh was a bit deep.

Because the god he invited was the capital city god Qin Wuyi.

As the netherworld lost contact, the human world persisted for a thousand years, but from the thousands of disciples to the hundreds of disciples later, and then to the last generation, there were only seven disciples in one sect.

After learning from the pain, the human world finally lowered the upper limit and set the target of inviting gods on the bodies of the city gods.

But the Yin God cannot possess the body is the law set by the Lord of the Netherworld. Among the city gods in the world, only the capital city god Qin Wuyi is not in this category.

He was the first to try.

What he was betting on was that this thousand-year-old city god had the possibility of becoming the new king of the netherworld.

Who knew that before the good news came, the bad news of the old city god being suppressed came.

"How can you calculate it like that?"

The old Taoist Liansheng shook his head.

In this world, cultivation is not about living longer to become powerful. Demons and ghosts live much longer than humans, but except for a few geniuses, a thousand years of cultivation is not as good as a hundred years of cultivation by human geniuses.

Even if they are both human beings, some people still stay in the cultivation of qi for decades, while others have already achieved their destiny in decades. How big is the gap?

If it is just a competition of life span, then mankind would have perished in the long river of time.

The two masters and apprentices were speechless for a while. After a moment of silence, they walked towards the City God Temple.

Qingdu is quite prosperous, but the closer to the City God Temple, the sparser the population. When you can see the streets of the City God Temple from afar, there are very few pedestrians on the road.

Faintly, you can see long seals on the streets where the City God Temple is located, and there are many court officials wearing soap-cornered clothes patrolling back and forth.

With such a scene, how dare ordinary people get close?

In a place invisible to ordinary people, there is an invisible barrier of magic power, isolating the channels of incense exchange between the inside and outside.

This place has been completely sealed off and isolated.

"What a cruel method."

The little Taoist priest Jingxin couldn't help but clench his fists and grit his teeth.

He felt the same way.

"With such a method, ordinary people can't contact the old city god without alerting others."

As he said this, the old Taoist priest Liansheng became alert, pulled the little Taoist boy Jingxin, and turned away.

After a few leaps, he disappeared on the long street.

Huh~

The next moment, a figure landed where the two stopped.

It was a middle-aged Taoist priest.

His face was cold, he looked around, closed his eyes and sensed something, then frowned and said to himself:

"I clearly sensed someone spying here"

Huh~

Another young Taoist appeared:

"Brother Qin, did you find anything?"

"Let's go."

The middle-aged Taoist's brows relaxed a little:

"Recently, there have been a lot of people coming to Beijing, and it is inevitable that some of them have a history with the City God of the underworld. Next, we have to be careful and guard against it. The Wanfa Conference is coming soon, and we must not let this old ghost come out to cause trouble again."

"Brother Qin is right."

The young Taoist Nodding, he was a little puzzled: "Since the leader can suppress this old ghost, why not completely eradicate it, smash his temple, destroy his statue, and completely cut off the future troubles?"

"The leader's intention is not something we can guess."

The middle-aged Taoist took a deep look at his companion and said in a low voice:

"It is said that the establishment of the Great Qing Kingdom has some relationship with this old ghost. Maybe they are afraid of killing him and attracting unnecessary backlash, or maybe..."

"Really?"

The young Taoist was startled, and when he heard the sound of breaking air behind him, he shut up.

"That was close"

After several streets, in a hidden corner, the old Taoist Liansheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Two natal monks are guarding the door. How powerful is the Tianyi Sect?"

The natal monks are not cabbages. The heads of some small sects are only at this level.

Here they are just guarding the periphery, which shows how powerful the Tianyi Sect is.

You know, the Wanfa Conference is about to be held, and most of the Tianyi Taoists have been arranged.

"Jingxin, try it once or twice, can you invite the city god to come here?"

Taoist Liansheng retracted his gaze, and without looking back, he instructed his disciples.

The way of the gods descending to the human world that they practiced is a secret method passed down by the Lord of the Netherworld. No matter where they are, they can communicate with the gods they invite. The magic barrier can block the incense, but it can't stop them from inviting the gods.

The little Taoist Jingxin's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say anything.

Because a palm fell on his shoulder.

"Huh?!"

Taoist Liansheng realized something was wrong, and when he turned around, his pupils shrank:

"Tianyi?!"

Behind the little Taoist Jingxin, there stood a Taoist dressed in red with an evil face.

The Taoist was slender and had a strange breath, but his face was clearly Tianyi Zhenren!

"Yes, and no. I prefer to be called Tianxie rather than Tianyi!"

The Taoist in red had an evil look on his face, and he looked at the Taoist Liansheng coldly:

"At the end of ancient times, the Lord of the Netherworld appeared out of nowhere, suppressed the Ten Evils of the Emperor Heaven, cleared the world of demons, and even used his own life to remove all the Yin Qi in the human world and turned it into the Netherworld, establishing the Yinsi City God system.

After that, he never set foot in the human world again, but left a Taoist tradition in the human world, named Renjian Dao, a school of gods descending to the human world, which once frightened countless cultivators"

The Taoist Tianyi or the Taoist Tianxie turned his eyes dimly, with a hint of disdain and mockery:

"Now that I see you, I am very disappointed."

Anything that has anything to do with Lord Netherworld must be a highly anticipated existence, let alone the orthodoxy he has left behind.

Although the human world is low-key, it cannot escape the eyes of caring people.

He naturally knows the name of Taoist Liansheng, but unfortunately, even if he has practiced to the point where he can transform into Kuixing, now that Kuixing has disappeared, it is not worth mentioning.

"Tian Xie? The rumors in the cultivation world are true. You really have more than one incarnation."

Taoist Liansheng's heart sank, he took a deep breath and said slowly:

"But I didn't expect that your erosion of human dragon energy has reached such an extent. I'm afraid that the entire Qingdu City will not be able to hide anything from you."

Although the human dragon energy has no substantial damage, the suppression of the alien energy, especially the spiritual consciousness, is extremely terrifying.

Qingdu City is the place where people in the world aspire, and even the soul cannot understand everything.

How could Master Tianyi do this? ?

"Except for that old ghost Qin Wuyi, no one has a deeper control over Qingdu City than I do. The last moment you entered Qingdu City, you had already fallen into my palm."

Taoist Tianxie looked calm and playful:

"The Ten Thousand Dharma Conference is about to be held, and it would be great to have the descendant of Lord Netherworld as a witness."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves, opened them wide, and took in the air and light, which suddenly enveloped Taoist Liansheng.

The latter's palms trembled, and he almost wanted to use the method of inviting gods, but he stopped abruptly and let the big sleeves cover him.

Based on his practice in the way of gods descending to the human world, if Netherworld is still there and Kuixing is still there at this time, and he wants to call on God, he can find less than half of the power of Kuixing. Even if Tianyi Zhenren comes here in person, he will flee in embarrassment. Needless to say an incarnation.

But there are no ifs or buts in this world.

"Master"

The little Taoist priest Jingxin looked pale and could only watch helplessly.

"Poor little guy, joining such a sect with no future, pitiful, pitiful."

Taoist Tianxie smiled softly, squeezed the little Taoist Jingxin's shoulder, and disappeared.

Just as there is no trace of when one comes, there will be no trace of when one leaves.

The main altar of Tianyi Sect is in the grand and solemn hall.

Figures that were either cold, detached, peaceful, evil, cold, or compassionate sat down one after another.

"Huh?"

At a certain moment, the hearts of several people present moved and they looked towards the center of the hall.

‘Poof! ’

There was a muffled sound, and a figure in the void was slammed to the ground, causing the hall to buzz with a buzzing sound.

"This is"

Taoist Xiantian held the wine glass, and there was a trace of ripples in the wine inside.

On the main seat, Xiao Feng's heart moved slightly, as if he heard something, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Fellow Taoists, I believe you all know this person, and those who don't know him must have heard of him before."

Xiao Feng's eyes swept across the hall, fixed on Taoist Liansheng, and smiled faintly:

"This fellow Taoist is called Liansheng, and he is the successor of the Taoist tradition passed down by Lord Netherworld in Yangshi."

"Taoist pity?"

"Master Liansheng?!"

In the hall, many Taoists were shocked.

Although the reputation of Human World Dao is not known among the people, and ordinary people do not know their existence at all, there is no one present who is not the leader or elder of the sect, so naturally they will not fail to recognize him.

However, he looked quite embarrassed at this time and seemed to have suffered a big loss.

Although the human world is weak due to the loss of contact with the Netherworld, this Taoist Lian Sheng has also had a record of defeating the real person Du Jie. Is he in such a mess now because his strength has declined again?

Speaking of which, this Taoist Lian Sheng is also extremely senior and has been practicing for longer than many real Yuanshen practitioners.

However, some people become more unfathomable the more they practice, but there are also people who go back to life the more they live.

This Taoist Liansheng is undoubtedly the latter.

His strength went from bad to worse. After Youming lost contact with Yangjian, he still had a record of drawing with Master Dujie, but later, it was said that he was injured by a master sword cultivator.

At this time, it seems to be weaker again.

"Ahem!"

Taoist Liansheng coughed a few times, and the flush on his face dissipated. He stood up slowly and looked around.

Above the main seat in the hall is Xiao Feng, the deputy leader of the Tianyi Sect, and on the left and right are the two major guest ministers of the Tianyi Sect, Yi Gong and Jiuyan, the two great tribulation masters.

In the hall, two rows on the left and right extend down. In front of them are Taoist Xiantian, Master Tianhu, Pavilion Master Yige, Master Zilei, Taoist Zihuang, Zen Master Gu Yue, Dharma King Longya, Old Man Baishen and other Masters of the Tribulation.

After many real people who have overcome tribulations, there are still dozens of real people who have perfected magical powers.

There are nearly one-tenth of the famous masters in the Daqing cultivation world gathered here!

Among these people, some he recognized and had seen before, some he had only heard of, and some were complete strangers.

But regardless of whether they knew him or not, everyone looked at him with a touch of mockery and an undisguised look down on him.

It seems that I am reading one,

The lost dog!

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