Great Dao Ji

Snap!

Five fingers clasp the dragon's head!

The big mouth that Ao Wushou wanted to spit out was suddenly closed, and black air as thick as beams and pillars spurted out from his nose, eyes, and ears.

A pair of eyes were instantly stained with a layer of scarlet.

The huge force was deadlocked, and the dragon struggled angrily.

Ao Wushou was extremely angry and furious, but no matter how hard he exerted or how angry he was, he was still suppressed by the giant palm.

He was slapped into the domain gate.

Boom!

Then the two palms closed, and the five fingers pressed down. The five-colored divine light flowed one after another, like a chain, wrapping the domain gate layer by layer.

"Ah!!!"

In the earth-shaking roar in the domain gate, the giant palm dissipated, and the domain gate disappeared.

Thousands of miles of air waves flowed back, raising violent winds, and then disappeared again.

Many cultivators looked around, but they could not see An Qisheng's shadow. The aura was calm, the formation was stable, and it was as if nothing had happened in the past few moments.

"Yuanyang Taoist"

Several cave masters who maintained the formation had cold sweat on their foreheads. The status of this name in their hearts was instantly raised to the limit.

This battle was enough to shake the world.

A powerful force that was not inferior to the top ten sects was almost uprooted.

Without the domain gate, the master of the Bu Tian Pavilion, who was a powerful vacuum shatterer, and several other cave masters, the Bu Tian Pavilion was dead in name only.

Even the masters who came to help were slapped back twice, and the foundation of the Bu Tian Pavilion in Dongzhou was almost destroyed.

The Bu Tian Pavilion had so many enemies that no one dared to provoke it on weekdays because it was backed by the Bu Tian Pavilion in Zhongzhou, and the domain gate was sealed at this time.

As long as the three holy places do not lend the domain gate, even if Zhongzhou Bu Tian Pavilion has a powerful person who can crush the vacuum level and wants to cross several states, it will probably take hundreds of years.

"This, this Bai Yujing"

Several cave masters looked at each other and saw each other's heartbeat.

Bai Yujing is undoubtedly the largest foundation of Bu Tian Pavilion. The city of tens of thousands of miles gathers the transactions of eleven cultivators in Dongzhou.

It is conceivable how huge the treasure mountain is.

"I'm afraid we can't keep it."

Duan Sanlang shook his head and was the first to get rid of the huge temptation.

The daily checkpoint fee for entering Bai Yujing is more than the life savings of their sect. Even if they have condensed the cave, they can't swallow such a huge profit.

Forcing it is to seek death.

"Yes."

The others also thought of this and sighed with regret.

They were the guests recruited by the Butian Pavilion from the nearby small sects. They knew the horror of Baiyujing best. This was a mountain of endless treasures.

With this city as the foundation, they could build a foundation that was not inferior to the ten major sects.

No one was not tempted.

Huh~

A breeze blew, carrying a strong smell of blood.

Duan Sanlang took a deep breath and his eyes moved:

"It's not that there is no way"

"Well? Brother Duan, what are you talking about?"

The others followed Duan Sanlang's line of sight and saw that it was exactly where the Taoist Yuanyang was before.

"This Taoist Yuanyang left in a hurry. Although he took away a few spiritual treasures of the title of marquis, there were also many treasures and elixirs left in the Butian Pavilion."

Duan Sanlang glanced at a few people and whispered: "If we collect one or two of his spoils and send them to him, we may be able to get his protection."

Witnessed with his own eyes the one who suppressed the three major sect leaders, suppressed the domain gate with one hand, and suppressed many masters of the Butian Pavilion with a flick of his finger.

No one would think that he was not qualified to own Baiyujing.

"This"

The cave masters looked at each other, and their hearts were all pounding.

"However, Baiyujing is not something we can take over. One tenth of the income of this city is used to maintain the many facilities in the city, and eighty percent needs to be supplied to him."

The more Duan Sanlang thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to him, and the more excited he became:

"This ten percent is already amazing."

The rest of the people naturally had no objection. Originally, 70% of the income of the Bu Tian Pavilion was handed over to the Zhongzhou Bu Tian Pavilion. They were already very satisfied to get one ten percent.

"Brother Duan, what do you think we should do?"

Immediately, several people were eager to try, and although they were guests of the Bu Tian Pavilion, they had no feelings for the Bu Tian Pavilion.

"You can go and collect the treasures and resources of the Bu Tian Pavilion first, and clean up the remnants of the Bu Tian Pavilion."

Duan Sanlang's eyes lit up:

"Before that, we have to build a statue for Taoist Yuan Yang to confirm the ownership of this city, so as to prevent other major sects from coming to rob it."

"Great!"

"Brother Duan is really smart and insightful, we are not as good as him!"

"Then let's do it!"

There are millions of cultivators in Baiyujing. Even though most of them are independent cultivators, many major sects and even holy places have bases here.

When the war has not ended, information has been transmitted to many major sects through many channels at a speed beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Buzz~

The divine light broke through the void, and suddenly thousands of miles and hundreds of miles disappeared in the void in an instant.

Crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, it fell into the 'Mingyue Holy Mountain'.

The Dark Moon Holy Mountain hangs high above the sky, surrounded by fairy light, like a blessed land of fairy mountains. The divine light entered like a drop in the ocean.

Halfway through the holy mountain, on a white jade slab where a clear spring flows, the handsome Qi Oracle seems to have noticed something and raises his eyebrows.

The divine light flashes in his eyes.

But the scenes of competition above Bai Yujing are now manifesting.

Taoist Yuanyang's giant palm covering the sky suppressed the three giants, Yu Mensheng and Long Yin. Yu Men was sealed off and even the few people who maintained the formation whispered.

They were all caught by it.

"Is it a sign of the future?"

Qi Oracle slowly exhaled, and the alchemy energy that filled the holy mountain sank into his body like a swallow in the forest.

Maintaining his physical and mental flawlessness.

In less than four years, a junior who was never looked down upon when he was born has grown to such an extent.

Even if we look at the past and present for thirty million years, there are only a few people on the land of Dongzhou who have achieved such astonishing achievements.

And those few people are all powerful enough to reach heaven and earth.

Except for a few people who died young, they were all extraordinary heroes who achieved great success, were crowned kings, and even embarked on the path to supremeness.

This is a legend, a myth.

Seeing it with my own eyes and experiencing it myself, even Qi Shenyu's state of mind, which he has practiced for two thousand years, can't help but have ripples.

This is a sign of the great times to come.

call!

Sensing his mood fluctuation, the dark figure emerged from behind him again, like a shadow everywhere:

"Great Elder, that man has truly become a leader."

Qi Oracle looked calm and said calmly: "Mo Ying, what do you think about this person?"

"this person"

Mo Ying pondered for a moment before slowly speaking: "Be unscrupulous and fearless."

"If you are unscrupulous, you must have something to rely on. Seeing that Taoist Yuanyang acts in a clear and orderly manner, I am afraid that he will also show us when he takes the initiative to fight against Butian Pavilion."

Mo Ying considered the sentence and summarized his opinion.

Almost everyone in Mingyue Holy Land knows all kinds of information about Taoist Yuanyang. As Qi Oracle's shadow, he naturally knows it.

And looking at what that man did when he was born, he was unscrupulous and rare in the world.

However, even if he is a madman and a delusional person who dares to act unscrupulously, he must have great support, not to mention Taoist Yuanyang, who must be the top person in Dongzhou regardless of his talent and talent.

But where does he rely?

"It's a pity that the Holy Master has not yet come out of seclusion. Otherwise, if we use Ming Yue to penetrate this person's roots, everything will be easily solved."

Qi Oracle shook his head slightly and sighed slightly:

"This time, it's actually quite lively. The madmen in Butian Pavilion are not easy to mess with."

Butian Pavilion has a special status in Dongzhou.

It is not as good as the three major holy lands and the ten major sects, but its status is not much worse, and it even makes other sects and even the holy land more fearful.

This is naturally not without reason.

"However, there are only a few powerful people in the world at that time, and there seems to be no such person in Butian Pavilion."

Mo Ying was a little confused:

"Even if they come with the help of other domain gates, they may not be able to do anything to that Taoist Yuanyang."

After defeating three sect-level figures in one battle, there is no doubt that Taoist Yuanyang has become the first person in Dongzhou after Emperor Tianding.

Once upon a time, the heads of the ten major sects joined forces to take action, the King's Lingbao was revived, and the Mystical Sect suppressed the various kings' platforms.

But in the end, Emperor Tianding was still able to kill the master of the refining platform!

Such a being is almost invincible among those at the same level. So no matter how strong Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion is, how can the top ten sect leaders join forces to be even stronger?

"The magic weapons and spiritual treasures are only used for inheritance and protection. The true heritage of the Holy Land is beyond the reach of outsiders."

Qi Oracle slowly lowered his eyes, covering the ripples deep in his eyes:

"Any holy land has been baptized over a long period of time and passed down from the Middle Ages. It does not represent anything in this world."

"You mean?"

Mo Ying seemed to have thought of something, and his heart was slightly shaken. This was a secret that he had never touched before.

It seems that Taoist Yuanyang actually made the great elder feel the crisis.

"How can it be that one person can easily surpass the heritage of the Holy Land that has been passed down from generation to generation for millions of years?"

Qi Oracle's body and mind fell into silence, and his voice was calm:

"He is the best in this life, but my holy land is the best in all generations."

When they came, they pursued them in a hurry, covering one million and two hundred thousand miles.

When he left, An Qisheng was in no hurry. He left Bai Yujing and walked leisurely.

"After flying for so long, I forget what it feels like to be down to earth."

An Qisheng stood on the deck with his hands behind his hands, and the ship went downstream.

Looking from a distance, I saw the river rolling eastward and a lot of waves rushing.

It is like the endless river of time, no matter how amazing and stunning it is, it is just a wave that flickers and disappears in this rolling river.

"You can fly, why leave?"

The three-hearted blue soul boy sat on An Qisheng's shoulders, his two calves dangling constantly: "Isn't it faster to fly?"

"The great road is not only in the sky, but also in the earth."

An Qisheng held three Qiankun Spirit Rings, which were the rings of the three Masters of Butian Pavilion. They contained a large number of treasures and elixirs.

But in his heart, these many pills and treasures seemed not as precious as the ordinary river in front of him.

"Mr. Monster, the way you humans speak is too confusing."

The three-hearted blue soul boy shook his head. He was really not used to this way of speaking: "You can obviously summarize it in the simplest words, why do you have to beat around the bush?"

In fact, it believes that language is only secondary, and the communication of information by mouth is an extremely inferior way.

"Language is the transmission of the soul. The soul cannot face others directly. It must eventually turn around, just like I am not affected by the cold or the heat, and I am still wearing clothes."

An Qisheng glanced at the blue-skinned monster.

Information life certainly doesn’t wear clothes. Fortunately, they don’t have a distinction between male and female.

“I don’t understand.”

The three-hearted blue spirit boy didn’t want to figure out the human mind. He shook his head and turned into a stream of light and sank into An Qisheng’s body again.

The many spiritual imprints attracted him the most.

Information is food and also the nourishment for his advancement. It has not been long since he came to this world, but he already feels that he is about to advance.

Huh~

In the moist breeze, An Qisheng sat cross-legged, with his five hearts facing the sky, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Digest the gains and losses of this battle.

In the past, he would record every major event and unforgettable experience in a book, take it out later, and ponder it carefully after his mood changed.

Now he naturally doesn’t need a ‘notebook’, but after every incident, he will summarize the gains and losses, good and bad.

If this is the cause, what kind of result will be born.

If this is the result, what is the cause.

This seemingly boring and meaningless matter has run through An Qisheng's past and present lives, and entered all realms of dreams.

In the cave of Qianshan, Feng Shiduo was talking to several cave masters of Bu Tian Pavilion. With a long whip of starlight in his hand, the conversation was smooth.

At the edge of Qianshan, there were three more mouths in the sky. The starlight gathered here like a substance, suppressing the struggling Bu Tian Pavilion Master and Ling Tian Sect Master.

Qian Shisi and the old man sat opposite each other, silent. Qian Shisi looked calm, but the old man had shame and unwillingness on his face.

It seemed that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Yuan Yang Taoist!"

Ling Tian Sect Master's eyes were dripping with blood, and the anger was burning on his head like a substance, as if it was going to burn the world.

Under the extremely tyrannical suppression, no matter how he struggled, it seemed difficult for him to even get up.

The same person was Bu Tian Pavilion Master.

The leader of the Bu Tian Pavilion was even more embarrassed than him, with ragged clothes and blood on his seven orifices. The more he struggled, the more he was suppressed.

"You two fellow Taoists, there is no need to struggle. In this galaxy, you and I will become shackles that bind each other. The more we struggle, the stronger the suppression we will endure."

Finally, Qian Shisi spoke.

As soon as he spoke, the two Ling Tian Sect Masters stopped struggling with ugly faces in the midst of the earth-shaking.

In this battle, the injuries of several people may not be serious, but it is hard to accept such suppression.

"Fellow Taoist Qian, you know a lot."

Ling Tian Sect Master's face turned blue, his eyes were blazing, and his tone was not good.

Buzz~

Qian Shisi was about to speak, but suddenly his heart moved.

Looking up, he saw that the sky was as red as blood.

Thousands of tiny blood lights burst out from the ancient altar that seemed to have experienced many years of baptism in front of the lying cow stone on the top of the Qian Mountain.

Faintly, there seemed to be whispering sounds in the cave.

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