When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

"You will come as expected." Shen Tushi looked at Zhao Qing with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"I originally thought you had a cold temperament, but now it seems that I was wrong." Shen Tushi said again.

Zhao Qing said calmly: "The avenue is very narrow and can't hold too many things."

"But I will cherish whatever I can fit in."

Shen Tushi nodded, "It's unkind of me to threaten you with a promise to discuss Tao, but I have no choice but to owe the divine fortune teller a favor."

"Today I will only talk about the Tao and not get involved in those things. After I finish talking about the Tao, I will turn around and leave."

As he spoke, he sat down cross-legged on the floor.

The same is true for Zhao Qing.

A covenant about the Tao is not a battle, but it is more dangerous than a battle.

The sword of tongue goes straight into the heart.

It is a fierce collision between the two monastic concepts. The loser is almost the same, not to mention that the future is cut off.

It is necessary to lose a layer of cultivation and practice again before it is possible to make up for the trauma caused by failure.

As the saying goes, the Tao cannot be heard.

The two men’s agreement to discuss Tao.

It happens in silence.

Only the two of them at the time could know the dangers involved.

"It's a pity. If the spiritual energy is not exhausted and we can hear the content of the two men's discussion, it may be a great opportunity for us." Li Tianyu looked at the two people sitting cross-legged opposite each other on the street. , expressed emotion.

"Haha." Li Tianxia sneered, "Whether it was a chance or a misfortune, we still don't know."

"Eavesdropping on other people's Taoism is a big taboo and a big hatred! Anyone who steals Taoism will be punished."

Li Tianyu's mouth trembled, and he was speechless.

Just as the two of them were talking.

The winner of that Tao discussion meeting had already been decided.

Shen Tu Shi vomited blood and his breath became weak.

"You have distracting thoughts and feel guilty towards me. You deserve to lose." Zhao Qing slowly opened his eyes.

Shen Tushi laughed sadly and said nothing.

There was silence for a long time.

He asked: "Do you have any funeral plans? I, Shen Tu Shi, can't help you."

Zhao Qing shook his head, "Even without you, I will still come."

When she said this, there was a slight ripple in her eyes, "As for the funeral, if you can meet my disciple, please give her a message for me."

"Tell her that she can only go so far as a teacher, and she can only rely on her to study the rest of the world."

Shen Tushi nodded, stood up slowly, bowed and cupped his hands, "Let's say goodbye!"

The words fell.

He turned and left without looking back.

"Good." Zhao Qing nodded, stood up slowly, and walked forward.

The end of the street.

The white-haired fortune teller watched this scene quietly.

He picked up another piece in his right hand and pressed it gently on the chessboard.

The next moment.

A curtain of blood rose between heaven and earth.

Zhao Qing frowned when he saw this scene.

"Pingtian compass."

"The supreme holy object of the top killer organization Pingtian Temple."

"It is said that the master of Pingtian Palace rose to great heights step by step thanks to this treasure!"

Li Tianyu's eyes were full of solemnity.

"More than that." Li Tianxia added, "The master of Pingtian Hall is so amazing and talented. He once relied on this treasure to cross three realms and complete an assassination!"

"It caused a sensation in the entire cultivation world at that time. No one knows yet how he did it. Countless people are curious about the effect of this flat compass."

"It seems that today, we will finally know."

The two of them finished speaking.

The blood curtain completely rose, covering a radius of more than dozens of miles.

The two princes were stunned for a moment. They noticed the changes in their bodies and showed clear expressions. So that's it.

The function of the Pingtian Compass is to force a person's cultivation level down to a certain level within a certain range.

"What a shrewd calculation."

"With this compass, we can not only increase the success rate of this operation, but also suppress the losses to the minimum. Even for experts like them in the Void Refining Realm, there will be no losses at all!"

Li Tianyu felt that he could only use his cultivation to the golden elixir stage.

The corners of the divine fortune teller's mouth rose slightly.

"What a treasure the Pingtian Compass is, but this is also its last show."

"After this time, it will be completely scrapped and returned to dust."

I don’t know if I am lamenting the fate of the artifact, or thinking of myself.

There was a hint of melancholy in the eyes of the divine fortune teller.

"What a good plan." Zhao Qing looked ugly. The moment the blood curtain of Pingtian Compass rose, she knew the other party's plan.

It is because of her firm Taoist heart.

I can't help but feel aggrieved.

If it was a normal assassination, she would die. She could still use her peak cultivation to fight to her heart's content. Not to mention taking them away, she could also beat them to thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Die on the road of seeking.

There is nothing to fear and nothing to regret.

But now, within this blood curtain.

She was so suppressed that she could only use the golden elixir to cultivate.

No matter how much fighting takes place.

They won't consume too much spiritual energy. After leaving the Blood Curtain, they are still strong in the Void Refining Realm.

The fortune teller made another move.

The houses on both sides of the street opened one after another.

The first ones to come out were one man and one tiger.

Secondly, there is the bald old monk.

A middle-aged man with a dark complexion...

Everyone here, before the spiritual energy was exhausted, was frighteningly famous and was a powerful and domineering person.

Take the tiger scholar for example.

Before the spiritual energy was exhausted, he was a strong man in the middle stage of Void Refining in the White Territory of Fuyao World, and a genius in the star rankings.

The middle-aged man with a dark green face is the great elder of the Corpse Puppet Sect...

The old monk is from Jiuxiang Temple.

...

Any one of them is an unattainable big shot.

And at this moment.

They all use the Jindan cultivation to encircle Zhao Qing or Mu Qin.

"Mu Qin, your life will probably be stained with blood in the Northern Desert today."

Hu Shusheng sneered: "You have been influenced by incense. If you enter the reincarnation after death, you may be reborn into a good life after reincarnation."

"But..." The middle-aged man with a dark green face interrupted: "You can't enter the reincarnation."

"After you die, I will dye the golden body of the river mother red with your blood, and then bury the golden body in the desert."

"The river mother in the land without a river, tut tut..."

All this was arranged by the divine fortune teller.

Since you want to kill someone, then kill him thoroughly.

Zhao Qing's pupils shrank slightly. Facing the siege of everyone, she knew that she could not escape death. It's just hateful that she can't do anything until she dies.

But she won't sit and wait for death.

Her long hair moves without wind.

Her Jindan cultivation is running to the extreme.

The whisk in her hand turned into three thousand silver-white threads, lingering around her.

A war is about to break out.

All the people present are powerful.

Even if they only have Jindan cultivation, the movement is still terrifying when they really fight.

It's just a face-to-face encounter.

A big hole was left on the ground.

Zhao Qing, with silver silk protecting her body, flew out of the rolling dust. The tiger scholar shouted, and the tiger was wrapped in flames and quickly pounced up.

The middle-aged man with a dark face was not idle either.

He clapped his hands, and seven or eight skeletons crawled out of the ground and rushed to kill from all directions.

Zhao Qing frowned and looked solemn. She pinched the magic formula with her hands and blew hard, which immediately summoned a strong wind. She took advantage of the wind to quickly rise into the air, and the three thousand silver dead attacked everyone.

"Three Thousand Great Dao Silks..."

"Mu Qin's innate skill, once a single silk thread could split the stars and flatten a mountain range..."

"But now... Alas, the loneliness of the cultivators."

Li Tianxia's expression was complicated.