Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

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"drink wine!?"

Zhou Dao stopped in his footsteps and looked at the sweeping old man whose eyes were blank as if he hadn't woken up.

He was curled up in the corner, and although he was not close, he could smell the strong aura of injury, and it seemed that he could cover the coffin board at any time.

In this physical condition, he even asks passersby for drinks! ?

"Master, why don't you drink some tea?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but said.

"Young man, who do you look down on!?"

The sweeping old man squinted and looked at Zhou Dao, a proud look appeared on the old face.

"As the sun sets, you can still warm your wine."

"Cough cough cough..."

As he spoke, the sweeping old man coughed twice, bursting out two large yellow teeth.

Zhou Dao and Wang Xiaoyi looked at each other, each with a strange look.

The Qimen Pavilion, located in the 100,000-strong mountain, has been fighting for years, and it is the forefront of the battle between monks and monsters.

Every year, I don’t know how many masters drink hatred here and bury their bones in the mountains.

Even if some people are lucky enough to survive, they will be left with large and small injuries and may suffer for life.

Those monks who came from sects are fine, at least there is a guarantee when they return to the mountains and enter the palace.

But many sectarian cultivators are not so lucky.

Some of them made a last-ditch effort, entered the 100,000 Mountains, entered the Demon Palace, and never came back in the end.

Others stayed in the Qimen Pavilion, swept the floor, and chatted to get by.

Obviously, this is the case with the sweeping old man in front of him. He is full of anger, and he doesn't know how many years he has stayed in this Qimen Pavilion.

"Young man, don't look at me like that. I'm getting old. Find a quiet place to look at the door. This is the home of most people."

The old sweeper stretched out his old hand tremblingly, fumbling around.

"Master, how long have you been sweeping the door here?" Zhou Dao couldn't help asking.

"When I was 30 years old, I swept the door here... Hehe, 50 years less detours."

The sweeping old man grinned with pride.

"…"

"Cough cough cough..."

The old sweeper coughed violently, and tremblingly took out a rusty knife from his arms, with a yellowed strip of cloth wrapped around the handle.

He held a knife in his right hand, and took out a piece of wood from behind with his left hand, and cut it out on his own.

"Young man, get some bars." The sweeping old man lowered his head, as if begging.

The hearts around him moved slightly, and when he turned his hands, a jade bottle appeared in his palm.

This is the treasure of Daoist Huoyun. It is called [Eight Treasures Immortal Brew]. It is refined from eight kinds of precious mountains and added with hundreds of great medicines. It is the secret Taoist wine of the Black Heaven Sect.

Zhou Dao saw that the old man was pitiful, so he put the jade bottle beside him.

Seeing this, the sweeping old man hurriedly put down the things in his hands and picked up the jade bottle, as if he had obtained a treasure.

"You are really a good boy." The old man sweeping the floor looked at Zhou Dao, full of satisfaction.

"I don't drink your wine for nothing."

As he spoke, the sweeping old man fumbled from behind for a long time, and finally took out a bunch of small gourds and strung them with coarse hemp ropes.

"Young man, this is all my craft, you can pick one."

"…"

"You can still write."

The old sweeper pointed to the little gourd.

Zhou Dao was speechless and laughed dryly: "Master, no need."

"What? You don't like my craftsmanship?" The sweeping old man sighed with a lonely look in his eyes.

"There used to be a young man who often came to me to buy gourds. He really knows the goods..."

"Master, I want this." Zhou Dao picked up a gourd at random, pulled Wang Xiaoyi around and left, and went straight into the Qimen Pavilion.

The sweeping old man looked at Zhou Daoyuan's figure and slowly retracted his gaze.

"It's been a long time since he came."

With a sigh, the sweeping old man picked up the jade bottle, raised his head to drink thirsty, and the violent cough echoed in front of the door of Qimen Pavilion.

"What happened to the old man? It's weird." Wang Xiaoyi grumbled.

"This is a hundred thousand mountains, so it's not surprising to meet anyone." Bai Xianrou couldn't help but said.

One hundred thousand mountains, dragons and snakes are mixed together, and demons are difficult to distinguish.

This is quite normal.

Half a year ago, a young monk came to the Qimen Pavilion. He claimed to be from a famous family, and he was the core disciple of the [Tianshi Dao]. His uncle and second uncle were high-level people in the Tianshi Dao, and he had a deep network of contacts. Even the deputy headmaster of Longhu Mountain has to pay his respects to him. The father of the same sect is in charge of millions of civilians in a domain, and the tea that he drinks on weekdays is one million yuan per pound...

This young monk is very flamboyant in the Qimen Pavilion. Everywhere he goes, he will say that I know someone and someone. I have a friend...I have a classmate...I have a relative...

Even, when fighting against monsters, it is necessary to spread the background to the opponent.

Such a high profile made his reputation spread quickly and even attracted the attention of Hei Tianzong.

Later, the Black Heaven Sect dispatched a master to capture the young cultivator back, lest he sway outside the market, reveal the secrets of the sect, and lose the face of the family.

Since then, no one has seen this exaggerated son again.

"The world is very big, and we have to accept that some people are not human at all." Zhou Dao listened and murmured.

They passed through the foyer and finally did not enter the Qimen Pavilion.

This ancient tavern is very large, divided into practice area, trading area, banquet area, residential area, retreat area and so on.

"This is the Qimen Pavilion!" Zhou Dao's eyes lit up.

This tavern is built in a simple and simple style, which is quite like the nine palaces of Yanfu. It is in the shape of eight palaces, which is very different from the ordinary Taoist temples today.

In the hall, people came and went, and there was a huge eyeball hanging at the top, emitting a luster like a candle.

"Candle Jiao's eyeballs!?" Zhou Dao was taken aback.

Candle Jiao is one of the oldest bloodlines of the demon race.

Zhou Dao has only seen its portrait in the "Working Manual of Yu Yaosi".

It is said that this kind of monster grows into adulthood and is bigger than a mountain. A pair of eyes are born with the power of the sun and the moon. When you open your eyes, the night is like day. Once you close your eyes, you can absorb all the light around you.

Therefore, Zhujiao's eyes are the supreme treasure.

In ancient times, human beings had kings to hunt down such terrifying monsters, remove their eyeballs, and put them in the mausoleum, which will last forever.

It is said that during the period of time when Daomen was just emerging, the sun was hidden from the world and fell into boundless darkness.

There are masters in the Taoist sect, who run around, hunt and kill candles, and take their eyeballs to illuminate the world.

Since then, this monster has disappeared.

Three thousand years ago, Qin Taizu once obtained the eyeball of a candle, named "bulb" because it looks like a lamp and looks like a blister.

Zhou Dao looked at the huge eyeballs hanging high, and gained a new understanding of Qimen Pavilion.

This ancient tavern seems to have passed through the years, bringing the ancient imprint to today.

"This place is interesting." Zhou Dao whispered.

That is an ancient demon that has long since disappeared. If it is a complete corpse, it can be sacrificed to the ancestors and filial piety.

"One hundred thousand mountains, there should be no shortage of monster corpses."

Zhou Dao's heart was dripping, I don't know if there are ancestral graves in those ancient caves in Yaoshan!

"If the immortal chief wants to inquire about news, he can go to the trading area. There are more intelligence dealers than lice in Niu Modong." Bai Xianrou pointed in a direction.

"You seem to be here."

Zhou Dao gave her a deep look.

"Don't dare to deceive the fairy, I have indeed come here."

Bai Xianrou knows everything.

Five months ago, he was captured by a master of the Heavenly Master Dao, brought here, and sold to a monk of the Yin-Yang Sect.

The cultivator wanted to use her fox demon to harvest and repair double cultivation, but he was backlashed. When he was about to reach the peak, his neck was bitten off, and the red and white things were sprinkled on the ground.

"You are frank." Zhou Daodan said.

Ordinary monsters dare not reveal their past of killing human monks.

"In front of Xianchang, the slave family has no secrets."

Bai Xianrou behaves faithfully, as if her body and mind have long been dominated by Zhou Dao.

"Fox Demon Fox Demon really understands people's hearts."

Zhou Dao chuckled and walked towards the trading area.

"Sister Fox, if you go to Tianxianglou, you will definitely get the top spot." Wang Xiaoyi came over and said, "Come to me after you figure it out."

As he spoke, Wang Xiaoyi followed closely.

"Tianxianglou!? Cultivation Holy Land? The sect where they are located?"

Bai Xianrou stepped forward and thought seriously.

hum…

As soon as I walked into the trading area, a sword light like a deep abyss suddenly appeared.

"Is that the [Demon Sword] of the demon master Ma Yinglong!?"

The exclamation suddenly rose, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the bronze ancient sword.

The sword was as cunning as it was ingenious, and the pattern of rust marks was as mysterious as a talisman.

At the hilt of the sword is a strange animal head.

At this moment, a young Taoist priest was holding the sword and became the focus of everyone.

"He is Qi Liuyun, a disciple of Heitian Sect, and the nephew of Taoist Huoyun." Bai Xianrou stood obediently behind Zhou Dao and reminded in a low voice.

On that day, after the battle at Black Cave Mountain, Qi Liuyun was the first to arrive at the scene, and he was lucky enough to obtain this sword in the ruins.

As she spoke, Bai Xianrou's eyes looking at [Du Yaojian] were not right, and there was deep desire in her trembling eyes.

Since Ma Yinglong obtained this sword, there have been too many rumors about it.

The Demon Sword, as the name suggests, this sword can save demons.

So far, more than 300 monsters have been transformed by Ma Yinglong in each of the 100,000 mountains and the various demon palaces.

The name of the magician comes from here.

Such bizarre domineering has attracted the attention of Seventy-two Demon Cave.

"Ji Liuyun, are you really willing to sell this treasure?"

At this moment, someone asked out loud.

"Then it depends on whether the price you offer can make my heart move."

Qi Liuyun sat in a high position, shaking the wine glass in front of him, his arrogant eyes swept across the crowd.

"It's amazing. It is rumored that Ma Yinglong found this sword in the [Endless Demon Cave]. I don't know if it's true or not."

"It must be true, otherwise, how can this sword be able to save three hundred demons? Then Ma Yinglong eats fat."

"Endless Demon Cave, that is the last place where Daomen preached in Shiwanda Mountain. So far, no one has found out who is in front of it."

The trading area was boiling, and it was obvious that the appearance of [Demon Sword] made everyone quite excited.

"Abandoning Liuyun, this is Ma Yinglong's sword. If you sell it openly, I'm afraid there will be trouble." Someone reminded.

"You want to use this to kill the price?" Qi Liuyun squinted and said with a sneer, "Don't say anything if you are poor."

"Ma Yinglong is just a dead ghost now, trouble? You let him climb up to find me."

As he spoke, Qi Liuyun swayed the [Demon Sword] in his hand and said, "Everyone, I'm telling you some news."

"After the identification of my uncle, Daoist Huoyun, this sword is likely to come from the Western Great Swamp."

"Sword from the Great Swamp!?"

Everyone was stunned, and the atmosphere on the field boiled again.

The Western Great Marsh has been a forbidden area since ancient times, and the Daoist teachings have not entered the Western Marsh.

In an instant, this demon sword was covered with a mysterious radiance, and everyone's eyes became extremely eager.

These changes were seen by Qi Liuyun.

He smiled slightly, which was exactly the effect he wanted.

"I'll give you three top-quality spiritual weapons." Someone shouted the bid.

The rank of the Demon Sword is only a top-grade spiritual weapon.

"Why do you have the face to speak?" Qi Liuyun swept a glance and said contemptuously: "If you are poor, don't make an offer, otherwise don't blame me for not giving face."

"This kid is crazy enough." Wang Xiaoyi said coldly.

"It's really crazy." Zhou Dao nodded.

This is the first time he has seen such a domineering and arrogant seller.

"Ten top-quality spiritual tools."

"I produced fifteen top-quality spiritual tools."

"Damn it, I'll give you 20 top-quality spiritual weapons."

In the face of such a strong seller, everyone's enthusiasm has never subsided.

For them, Ma Yinglong was able to use the [Demon Sword] to become prosperous in the 100,000-strong mountain, and even obtained the title of [Demon Master].

Then they can too.

At this moment, someone has already called red eyes and bet all their belongings.

"I have produced three unparalleled spiritual weapons!"

At this moment, a graceful voice rang out.

Everyone was shocked, the top-quality spiritual tools were too rare, one piece was worth twenty top-quality spiritual weapons, and they were not necessarily willing to exchange them.

Immediately, everyone's eyes were attracted by the owner of the voice.

Zhou Dao looked up, but the bidder was a woman, wrapped in a red dress, indescribably hot and attractive, but her peach-like eyes glowed with ice-like luster.

"People from Yuyao Division!?" Zhou Dao looked at the mark on the corner of the woman's skirt and recognized it at a glance.

"Yu Yaosi!?" Qi Liuyun also saw the identity of the woman in red, and his fiery eyes galloped recklessly on the opponent's body.

"I have produced three unparalleled spiritual tools." Zhao Youyuan said again: "Ma Yinglong is a member of my Imperial Demon Division, and this treasure is related to his whereabouts..."

"Fellow Daoist, this price is very suitable."

The three peerless spiritual weapons have indeed reached the psychological limit of most people.

"I don't think it's appropriate." Qi Liuyun sneered.

"Yu Yaosi can show off his power in the territory of Daqin, but here is a hundred thousand mountains."

Qi Liuyun's gaze became more and more presumptuous, falling on that great mind.

Since the fall of Longhu Mountain, the relationship between the imperial court and Daomen can be said to be quite delicate.

Not long ago, the Black Heaven Sect went to Beijing to offer treasures, but it turned out to be a piece of chicken feathers. UU reading www.uukanshu.com made the Black Heaven Sect quite dissatisfied.

Nowadays, Abandoned Clouds will naturally not buy it, and even…

"Of course, I can also give you this Sickness Demon Sword without a single spiritual weapon."

"Give it to me?" Zhao Youyuan was delighted.

"As long as you accompany me for three days and three nights, help me practice." Qi Liuyun said with a light smile.

"You..." Zhao Youyuan's face sank, which was simply insulting her in public.

"Damn, I can't bear it anymore." Wang Xiaoyi was furious.

"Something happened, Daoist Huoyun was killed!"

At this moment, a rush of shouts came, resounding through the Qimen Pavilion.

The smile on Qi Liuyun's face suddenly solidified, he stood up, the table eucalyptus shattered, and the smoke billowed.

"Huoyun Daoist dead? Really?"

For a time, the entire Qimen Pavilion was fried.

That is the master of the Black Heaven Sect, the powerhouse of the life realm.

hum…

Suddenly, the void floated, and a flame of fire flew out of it and landed in Qi Liuyun's hands. Immediately afterwards, information from the sky poured into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Human monk!? How brave!"

Qi Liuyun's complexion became stern, and his sharp eyes swept across everyone present.

"Do you want this demon sword? Well, starting today, if anyone can find out who killed my uncle, this sword will be his."

"Huh!?" Wang Xiaoyi raised his brows and his face became strange.

"Then give me the sword."

At this moment, Zhou Dao shouted loudly, startling Bai Xianrou.

She drummed inwardly and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"He doesn't mean to..."

Bai Xianrou's eyes became incredible!

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