Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

In the teahouse, there was a dead silence.

The scarlet and minced meat all over the ground caught everyone's attention like sharp knives.

No one saw Zhou Dao make a move, and the mighty Shen Congzhi exploded on the spot, dissipating silently, and not even the whole corpse was left behind.

How domineering and terrifying is this?

In the face of such crushing strength, even Shen Congzhi's master, the **** old man couldn't help but look at Zhou Dao.

When Shen Congzhi died, the supernatural power left by the Taoist king could fall on him.

That is a secret great technique, which can refine medicine with people, transform Jindan into nine, and swallow all its cultivation bases and techniques.

The way of heaven is to make up for what is lacking and make up for what is lacking.

With this great technique, in just ten years, he will be able to become one of the best masters in the world.

Thinking of this, the old man looked at Zhou Dao and quickly thanked him.

"Thank you my friend for helping me..."

"You're not a good thing either." Zhou Dao glanced.

The old man choked for a moment before he finished speaking, and his pale face flushed red.

As a disciple of Longhu Mountain, why has he ever been so embarrassed as he is today?

"The chance of the Dao king?" Zhou Dao sneered: "Leaving all the laws in the future, the good and the evil are confused, the one who succeeds is the big one, and a good Dao king."

This is the chance left by the Dao King, let the latecomers be killed by life and death, regardless of right or wrong, the king or the loser.

A cause and effect was established, and it became his resource.

Even if the Dao King is not there, all living beings recite, there must be all dharmas running, and they will remain in the world.

Evangelism in the world, whether it is good or evil, to fight, to seize, to kill, to refine... The big waves wash away the sand, and the rest are the people who are loved by the heaven and the cause.

This is the overall situation that runs through the years, the most terrifying magical power in ancient times, and the living beings in the future are the resources.

"let's go."

When Zhou Dao got up, the influence of Dao Wang was even more terrifying than he imagined.

It is better to say that he left behind a chance for all living beings to have hope, and it is better to say that what he left behind is the inner demon of all living beings.

The power within reach, whether good or evil, as long as you think in your heart, there will be a response, like heaven.

This is the Dao King, who perished in five generations, but is everywhere.

As more and more people gained the opportunity of being a Taoist king, Wang Tong's prestige became stronger and stronger.

This is also a kind of practice, a kind of evolution.

For Lin Jie, this is not good news.

Zhou Dao wanted to find Senior Brother as soon as possible.

Everyone looked at the figure of Zhou Daoyuan, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, curiosity rose in their hearts.

Such a young master is by no means an unknown person, and now he appears in Wudao Mountain, presumably for the battle on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.

"I see why the young man is so familiar, as if he's seen it somewhere before."

"As soon as you said I had an impression, not long ago... By the way, Shiwandashan, I met this person in Shiwandashan, he is..."

"Yuanshi Daoist... You can't be wrong, he is Yuanshi Daoist."

A name popped up in everyone's ears.

Suddenly, the whole teahouse boiled.

He rose like a comet, dazzling the starry sky, from being unknown to being famous in the world, his birth degree was more violent and direct than that of the Yuan Wang of that day.

One hundred thousand mountains, three religions and nine streams are mixed. Compared with the legend of Yuan Wang who lived in the capital for a long time, the demeanor of Yuanshi Taoist is what many people see.

This man rushed out like a dark horse, slaughtered Daoist Huhuyun, suppressed the Black Sky Sect's abandoned Liuyun, defeated the Qinglong Lion King, and slaughtered the Jiuyuan Mountain lineage.

In the battle of Luopao Mountain, it was even more so that he teamed up with the Qingqiu Fox King, the Bright Ape King, and the Black Mountain Flood King, beheading them with almost crushing power.

The seven great king flags of the demon clan, representing the future, were actually damaged by most of Yuanshi Daoist's life.

Piece by piece, all of them show his power and terror.

Ever since the Hundred Thousand Mountains became famous, everyone in the world has said that Yuanshi has supernatural powers and leaders, and among his peers, there is probably only Zhou Dao, and Wang Tong can match it.

Now, the ninth battle of the ninth lunar month is approaching, and this young genius has finally come.

"Mom, it's really a Taoist from Yuanshi. In the battle at Jiuyuan Mountain, I saw with my own eyes that he tore the Qinglong Lion King in half, blood flowed into rivers, and the killing shocked the world."

"I saw his demeanor in the Qimen Pavilion. He suppressed the Qi Liuyun of the Black Heaven Sect with one hand, and beat him to a life-and-death dilemma. Even Ming Cangxuan respected him."

"The most terrifying thing is the battle of Luopao Mountain, the three king flags, and he was picked by him alone."

In the teahouse, it became more and more lively. Compared with Zhou Dao, who had lived in the capital for a long time, Wang Tong, who was erratic and mysterious, and Lin Jie, who had no obvious landscape.

The Taoist Yuanshi, who once appeared in the hundred thousand mountains, was obviously closer to them.

Its reputation was killed, and many people saw it with their own eyes.

"He is the Daoist Yuanshi!?" The old man murmured softly, and immediately sneered.

What's the matter with him? When the rebel is dead, he can arrest the monk and refine the golden pill in the future.

At this moment, these people in the teahouse are no longer the same kind in his eyes, but are big medicines that are enough to help him practice.

"die!"

At this moment, a cold voice rang in the old man's ear.

The latter's eyes widened, and before he could react to what happened, his body burst open, just like his disobedient disciple, turning into a pool of flesh and blood, splashing in all directions.

The originally lively teahouse fell into dead silence again, and everyone looked at each other, with nothing but fear on their faces.

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"The old thing is dead?"

Walking in Fang City, Wang Xiaoyi asked suddenly.

"Why are you still keeping it?" Zhou Dao said softly.

At this moment, his attention was not at all on the two masters and apprentices just now.

"Senior brother should have come." Zhou Dao muttered in his heart.

According to Daoist Panlong, since Wudao Mountain was once a corner of the Sunset Sect, as a senior brother, he should have come to explore the way very early.

"Xiaoyi, have you contacted Yu Yaosi's staff?" Zhou Dao asked suddenly.

The Yu Yaosi overseeing the world is the largest organization in Da Qin, especially its intelligence capabilities, and it is even above the Sixth Avenue Gate.

Zhou Dao came to Enlightenment Mountain alone, and naturally it was impossible to let this power go unused.

With his current level, he can mobilize almost all the resources within the Yuyao Division.

"I just got in touch with you, a black gold-level spy." Wang Xiaoyi said in a low voice.

The intelligence agency of the Yuyao Division is a self-contained system, but like the Demon Slayer Guards, it is also strictly hierarchical.

The lowest-level spy is the black iron level, usually located in the town-level area, and their identities are also extremely secretive. They may be the bustards of the flower shop, the owner of the tofu shop, and the uncle guard of the school.

Further up are bronze, silver, gold, red gold, and the highest level of black gold.

The black-gold level spy has reached the realm of Dao.

There are very few secret agents of this level, and they have a very high status in the Yuyao Division, and only a few high-level officials can be mobilized.

This time, when Zhou Daoyuan came to Wudao Mountain, he still obtained the authorization of Lu Xianyou, the chief director, before he was able to mobilize such a spy.

It can be seen that since he was awarded the title of king, his status has increased day by day.

"Wait ahead."

Zhou Dao randomly picked a tea shop on the side of the road, sat down with Wang Xiaoyi, ordered a pot of tea and two plates of dim sum.

"The two guests are from the capital?"

At this moment, the boss came over and greeted with a smile.

He has a big belly, a three-layered chin, and a chubby face that is extremely smooth, like a peeled egg.

"Boss has good eyesight." Zhou Dao couldn't help but say.

"Hehe, the guest's clothes are made of [Tianyifang], and have always been only for the official family." The boss sat down with a smile.

"Master Yuan Wang has just come to Enlightenment Mountain, and he killed people and stood up for power. It's really inspiring."

"Who are you?" Zhou Dao's expression changed slightly.

The person in front of him actually saw his origin at a glance, even knew what he had done a moment ago, and even had insight into his identity as a Taoist priest.

It's just incredible.

"My subordinate Jin Shengqian is the Black Gold spy of the Yuyao Division." The boss secretly transmitted his voice.

"Black Gold spy!?" Zhou Dao was slightly moved.

Who would have thought that this inconspicuous tea shop owner would actually be the black gold spy of Yu Yaosi, a master at the Taoist level.

"Golden detectives are really good means." Zhou Dao had to sigh.

"Hey, that's what I eat." Jin Shengqian grinned.

"King Yuan summoned his subordinates, I don't know what to ask?"

"Do you know where Lin Jie is?" Zhou Dao got straight to the point, and there was no unnecessary nonsense.

"I know." Jin Shengqian replied.

"A few days ago, in the depths of Wudao Mountain, a secret space appeared in Tianjian Gorge. I heard that there was a large tomb inside. At that time, the masters of Taiyimen, Heitianzong, and Longhu Mountain were all there... Lin Jie just killed him. go in..."

"The big tomb seems to be extremely crucial to him. Now the three masters of the sects are here, and the net of heaven and earth has already set up a killing plan, waiting for him to come out."

"Is this what Wang Tong meant?" Zhou Dao's expression became colder.

"That's not true. Wang Tong has not yet appeared. This person is very angry. He attaches great importance to this battle. How can it be possible to send someone before the battle to kill the enemy first." Jin Sheng Qian said.

"I know, it's work."

Zhou Dao got up and was about to leave. Since he found out where Lin Jie was, he didn't want to stay for a moment.

"Brother Dao, the masters of the three major sects are here, I'm afraid it's Longtan Tiger's Cave, do you want to dispatch people?" Wang Xiaoyi chased after him.

"No need." Zhou Dao shook his head and stepped into the depths of Wudao Mountain.

"Do you want to fortune-telling, little friend?"

At this moment, a leisurely voice came from the side and stopped Zhou Dao.

Zhou Dao stopped subconsciously and turned to look.

Beside the road, there is a fortune-telling booth, and in front of the booth sits a middle-aged man with a face like a crown jade, beard and chest, and looks like a scribe.

"Fortune-telling? When the monks from Wudao Mountain gathered, there are still people who set up a stall here to tell fortunes?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help laughing.

"A monk is also a human being. As long as you are human, you can't control your own destiny, so you naturally ask for fate." The middle-aged scholar looked at Wang Xiaoyi, his eyes condensed.

"I see this little friend with peach blossoms on his face. The spring is boundless in this life. After the age of twenty-five, it will be a turning point in his life, and he is afraid of a catastrophe."

The middle-aged scribe shook the folding fan in his hand and looked at Wang Xiaoyi.

"However, your nobleman is in the west. If you go west, you will have great achievements."

"Hey, you are not blind, you are not blind, why are you talking nonsense?" Wang Xiaoyi sneered, pulling Zhou Dao to leave.

However, Zhou Dao was interested and went straight to the fortune-telling booth.

"Fortune-telling? Coincidentally, I also met a fortune-teller in the capital not long ago."

"Peer?" The middle-aged scribe laughed.

"No, he's a little magician."

A figure appeared in Zhou Dao's mind, a young man in a green shirt, a fortune-telling stall.

That man named Li Xuan was extraordinary when Zhou Dao first met him that day. Who would have thought that this man was Wang Tong, the strongest descendant of Longhu Mountain.

Just stop rushing, but Zhou Dao can no longer taste the charm of that man.

"It's really a peer." The middle-aged scribe smiled.

"So, you are an old **** stick?" Zhou Dao said.

"Believe it or not."

The middle-aged scribe spread out the white paper, picked up his pen and ink, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Measure a word."

Zhou Dao thought for a while, picked up the pen, and wrote the word "Lin" on the white paper.

"The word "little friend" is very scribbled. It seems that he is from childhood orphans, and the elders have no education." The middle-aged scribe picked up the paper and looked at it carefully.

Wang Xiaoyi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he met Zhou Dao at a glance.

"However, although the words are grassy, ​​the qi is full, like the sky is full of clouds, and it grows longer than the sky. The achievements of the little friend are probably not low, and they have the image of a prince."

"Fortune teller, don't say New Year's greetings, let's be practical." Wang Xiaoyi interrupted the other party's words.

The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly, put down the paper, looked at Zhou Dao, and sat down leisurely.

"Is the little friend looking for someone?"

"Where do you see it?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but ask.

"That's what it says." The middle-aged scribe pointed at the word "Lin".

"See the mountain and look at the forest... Little friend came to Wudao Mountain from afar, it should be looking for someone."

"I want to ask, how is this person's fortune?" Zhou Dao thought for a while and asked.

"Two trees form a forest, and a single tree is difficult to support. If this person is alone, he is afraid that his luck will be bad, and his fate will be calamitous." The middle-aged scholar said Dandan.

"Nonsense." Wang Xiaoyi said solemnly: "I also said that two trees make a forest, and good things make two."

The middle-aged scribe shook his head and pointed to the word "Lin".

"Little friend, please see, this 'Lin' character is like two 'person' characters, with a sword stuck in each of their heads. I think this person is destined to have brothers. If they fight, both of them will be robbed together..."

"Big ominous! Big ominous!"

"It's really a magic stick." Zhou Dao got up, dropped a piece of gold and left.

"Little friend, please be slow."

"What else?"

"You haven't paid me the gold."

Zhou Dao raised his brows and looked at the gold on the table.

The middle-aged scribe smiled.

"I tell people's fortunes, and I never accept yellow and white things."

"Old God, what do you want?" Wang Xiaoyi said dissatisfiedly.

This poor fortune teller didn't have a good word from beginning to end~www.readwn.com~ He couldn't help but wanted to slap him twice.

"Since it is fortune-telling, it is natural to pay for life with life."

The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly.

In an instant, the world turned and Zhou Dao's complexion changed suddenly. He only felt that the world was like a pocket, and all beings were countless dust, including him and Wang Xiaoyi, who would fall into the pocket through the small hole.

"What kind of magical power is this!?"

"Hahaha, Lu Zu, I haven't seen him for many years, and he actually bullied the younger generation."

At this moment, a burst of arrogant laughter burst into Zhou Dao's ears.

When he came back to his senses, he was still standing in front of the fortune-telling booth. Not far away, an old Taoist priest who looked like a beggar came over, with drunken eyes and a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

"master!

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