In the far east of Dongsheng Shenzhou, there is the sea. On the edge of the sea, there is a high mountain that stretches for thousands of miles. It blocks the sea water to the east. Even if there are thousands of feet of waves, no one can get in. This mountain is called Cangqiong Mountain.

The side of Cangqiong Mountain facing the sea is a cliff high in the clouds. After being baptized by the roaring waves of the sea, nothing grows, and it is just a gray rock wall. The places that are slightly higher and cannot be washed by the waves are probably soaked by the sea water, and there is no trace.

The plants are all gray and gray. But at the top of the mountain, there are groups of ancient trees, overgrown weeds, and lush plants. The mountain moves westward and sinks slowly, and there is an endless green sea with no end in sight.

The Heaven and Earth Gate, the largest cultivation sect in Dongsheng China, is located in the plain at the foot of Cangqiong Mountain. Standing on Cangqiong Mountain, looking at the Heaven and Earth Gate, there are countless neat buildings, with horns and cornices, and winding corridors.

Ten square kilometers can be said to be majestic. It can be imagined that the largest sect in the world is by no means a fabrication and a haphazard construction.

Although the Heaven and Earth Sect is called the largest cultivation sect in the righteous way, it is not the strongest among the Prajna Temple, Xuanqingguan, which has three legs with it, but because its disciples are the most powerful among the many cultivation sects in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

At the most, according to rough statistics, its disciples number three thousand.

Among the three most prosperous cultivation sects of the righteous path, the most powerful is Prajna Temple, which has a correspondingly smaller number of people. According to legend, a casual disciple of Prajna Temple is definitely comparable to any outstanding disciple in the Tiandi Sect.

Disciple, this is the difference between Prajna Temple and Tiandimen: Tiandimen only accepts disciples who have some qualifications. They would rather accept three thousand by mistake than let one go. However, Prajna Temple does not have exceptionally talented disciples. Absolutely, I would rather accept them.

If you miss three thousand, you should not accept one person in vain. Therefore, invisibly, the total number of people in Prajna Temple is less than a hundred, but they have surpassed the Heaven and Earth Gate with three thousand disciples and become the leader of the righteous people.

Deep in the Cangqiong Mountain behind the Gate of Heaven and Earth, a teenage boy in simple clothes was climbing with difficulty among the ancient trees. He held a hatchet in his hand and looked at the withered trees on the ancient trees with his eyes.

Then he carefully climbed over to the dead branch, held the huge branch of the ancient tree with one hand, freed his right hand holding the hatchet, and chopped it down with all his strength. With a "pop" sound, the dead branch fell to the ground.

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The young man showed his tiger teeth and smiled. He looked up to the height of the old tree and saw a huge dead branch nearly three meters high. He felt happy and slowly retreated towards the main pole and continued to climb up.

, crawling towards the dead branch.

When the young man climbed up the big tree close to the dead branches, he sat down safely and was about to stretch out the hatchet in his right hand again to chop at the dead branches. Suddenly, there was a sound coming from below.

There was a rustling sound of branches and leaves, and when he looked closely, he saw a middle-aged man covered in blood.

The middle-aged man seemed to have suffered severe internal injuries and was very tired. After nervously looking behind him for a while, he leaned on the huge tree trunk where the young man stood and gasped for air.

The young man was very strange. He retracted his right hand holding the hatchet and looked at the middle-aged man under the tree quietly, wondering what happened.

"Hey, Poison Scholar, do you think you can escape?" Suddenly, a strong voice came from not far away.

The middle-aged man under the tree suddenly trembled. He seemed to know that he could no longer escape the pursuit. Without further words, he took out a milky-white vial from his arms, poured three red pills out of it, and threw it into his mouth.

inside and swallowed it.

After the middle-aged man swallowed the yellow meatball, he threw the milky white bottle to his side with a loud voice, and stood up suddenly, full of energy. He could no longer see the sluggish look he had just before, and his whole body became energetic in the blink of an eye.

Just after the white vial was thrown with a clang, in the blink of an eye, a young monk in monk's robes appeared in front of the middle-aged man's eyes, with one hand on his chest and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

He stood there with a half-smile, looking at the middle-aged man, but there was a trace of doubt in his expression. He obviously couldn't figure out how the middle-aged man, who was covered in blood and seriously injured, could recover as before in a moment.

There were no signs of serious injuries.

The middle-aged man did not speak, but stared blankly at the young monk in front of him. At some point, he had a folding feather fan in his hand.

"Poison Scholar, if you hand over your things, the poor monk will give you a whole body." The young monk said coldly, his expression filled with a sense of solemnity.

The middle-aged man still did not speak. He had clearly shown his impatience. His body suddenly rose, and an afterimage appeared, running towards the young monk.

The young monk sneered, but without seeing any movement, he rose up from the ground and flew nearly ten meters above the ground.

The middle-aged man ran straight forward, about five meters away from where the young monk had just stood, and then stopped hastily. He looked very embarrassed.

At this time, the young monk had fallen from the sky, stood behind the middle-aged man, turned over, and stood there quietly. The young man on the ancient tree could only see the back of the young monk, but he could not see

There was no expression on his face.

However, the middle-aged man turned around anxiously, and his expression could be clearly reflected on his face.

Only then could it be seen clearly that the middle-aged man's face was pale except for the bloodstains all over his body. Between his brows, there was a feeling of absolute disappointment. His eyes were shining, looking at the young monk scorchingly.

"Wuyu thief, as the first disciple of Prajna Temple, you don't practice the secrets of your own sect, but you have come to chase me for more than three thousand miles. Isn't it because of the "Rogue Cultivation Secrets" in me?"

The young man said somewhat sadly.

When the three words "Prajna Temple" hit the ears of the young man standing on the ancient tree, it was no less than a thunderbolt from the blue. This was a symbol of the supreme status of the righteous cultivation sect. He never expected that he would encounter Prajna Temple among these barren mountains and wild ridges.

Disciple, and also the first great disciple, his status is special and cannot be compared with ordinary disciples. Moreover, the ordinary disciples of Prajna Temple are better than the outstanding disciples of Tiandimen, let alone this first great disciple. For

For me, a firewood-chopping disciple of Tiandimen who has never seen much of the world, it is a great honor to meet the first disciple of Prajna Temple.

"Poison scholar, you can't blame me for this. Although the cultivation methods of all the cultivation sects in the world are different and each has its own age, and the cultivation method of my Prajna Temple can be said to be the best in the world, it is different from the "Rogue Cultivation Technique" you have.

In comparison, it is still far behind. With such an opportunity, I naturally can't let it go. After I have mastered the cultivation method of Prajna Temple, and then add your "Rogue Cultivation Technique", won't I be able to dominate the world?

Am I invincible? Then, I will be able to dominate the world, hahaha..." At this point, the young monk laughed extremely arrogantly, and in this laughter, there was a hint of scorn.

The attitude of the world.

The young man on the ancient tree already had great respect for this monk. After hearing his words, he couldn't help but hate him. As the first disciple of the leader of the righteous path, he would have such thoughts. What's more,

What is the difference from evil ways?

The middle-aged man snorted and sneered: "I didn't expect that the first great disciple of Prajna Temple would covet such a book of cultivation techniques. This is the holy book of evil cultivation that my evil ancestor Aoxie scholar spent his whole life to create. You

As a righteous person, you should sneer at it!"

The young monk was not angry, and said with a smile: "I won't bother you with this. Just hand it over. You don't have to worry about the rest."

The middle-aged man shook his head with some regret and sighed softly: "Oh, it's a pity that neither you nor I want to practice it."

The young monk was startled and couldn't help but asked in shock: "Why?"

"Have you forgotten my name? Try your luck."

"Ah." The young monk exclaimed, "You... when did you poison me?"

"Haha, just when I was running towards you, I had already spread a colorless and tasteless poison on the way." The middle-aged man said with a relaxed expression.

The young monk stood there motionless. After a long time, Fang flattered him and said: "Senior Zhong, it was all the fault of the junior just now. I hope you will not forget the faults of the villain and give me the next antidote. No matter what happens in the future,

As long as you give me an order, I will go up to the mountains of swords and down to the sea of ​​fire, and I will not hesitate to do so." As he spoke, he already held his fists and bowed down.

The young man on the ancient tree was already a little angry when he saw the young monk's 180-degree turn in attitude. He kept shaking his head on the tree pole. Is this the so-called disciple of the righteous leader Prajna Temple? Now, he couldn't help but feel a little agitated.

I am suspicious of Prajna Temple.

The middle-aged man's face turned cold and he said coldly: "Only now do you think of begging me. I'm not that stupid. I'll give you the antidote. After I save you, you can come back and kill me again."

When the young monk heard this, he shouted in panic: "No, junior, how dare you! Senior Jing, I beg you, just give me the antidote, and I will kneel down for you." As he said that, he made a thud.

, already running in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man waved his right hand, with a determined look on his face, and said coldly: "Hmph, is this the chief disciple of Prajna Temple? You don't have to kneel down, I will definitely not give you the antidote." After speaking, he turned around.

The body has already taken great strides forward.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do, the young monk suddenly became murderous. When the middle-aged man was not paying attention, he gathered all his power in an instant, and the beads flew out of his hand and flew towards the middle-aged man's back as fast as lightning.

The young man on the ancient tree did not expect that the young monk would attack the middle-aged man. When he saw the beads flying out, he shouted: "Be careful."

The middle-aged man was not on guard because of the warning from the young man on the ancient tree. Before the young man even uttered a warning, the folding feather fan in his hand had already leapt out backwards and hurriedly intercepted the beads. The man also turned around in an instant.

He turned around and controlled the folding feather fan in the air through his thoughts, entangled and fought with the beads.

The prayer beads rotated rapidly in the air, gradually forming an airtight black circle of light. They approached slowly step by step, passed the edge, and violently hit the folding feather fan, making bursts of sonorous impact sounds.

Obviously, the folding feather fan was not strong enough. Under the impact of the wildly rotating beads, it was slowly approaching the place where the middle-aged man was standing.

Seeing that the situation was critical, the middle-aged man thought about it, folded the feathers and opened them with a fanning sound, and unexpectedly formed a colorful peacock screen, blocking the front of the prayer beads. Whenever the prayer beads violently hit forward, the colorful peacock screen

It sank slightly, sinking slightly into the place where the middle-aged man was standing. However, the colorful peacock screen was extremely flexible and returned to its original state in an instant, deflecting the rapidly rotating beads back.

After being in a stalemate for a while, the young monk who had already stood up gave a light scolding, and saw the string of Buddhist beads rotating at high speed, making a dull explosion and scattering instantly. When the black circle of light stopped, the beads had dispersed and turned into

Twelve independent beads bypassed the colorful peacock screen and covered the twelve vital points of the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man was not in a hurry, and hurriedly stretched out his right hand. The colorful feather fan formed by unfolding the folding feather fan immediately closed and flew back with lightning, and flew into the middle-aged man's hand.

Almost at the same time, the twelve jet-black beads scattered from the Buddhist beads were already close at hand. The middle-aged man roared, and he quickly shot up and flew high into the sky.

How fast were the twelve beads? How could they all be dodged in such a short time? It was too late, but it was fast. When the middle-aged man flew up, Mi Xu had already been hit by five beads.

Penetrating through his legs, five streams of blood spurted out.

The young man on top of the ancient tree exclaimed, and involuntarily threw the hatchet in his right hand towards the young monk.

After the young man threw the hatchet, he immediately realized that this was a battle between good and evil. Why did he help the evil people and attack the disciples of Prajna Temple, the leader of the right way? What happened?

Fortunately, when the hatchet was released, the young monk had already jumped up, and a gray shadow of the monk's robe appeared. He flew towards the middle-aged man in the air like an arrow, and with a bang, he hit him with both hands.

On a young man.

"Porphyrin." A pool of blood was added to the five streams of blood, and it spurted down. The middle-aged man was very determined, and he did not make any sound of pain. His body quickly fell backwards.

"Cang." At this moment, the hatchet landed. Just before the hatchet flew out, the young monk actually knocked the middle-aged man away. What a swift attack!

Just as the hatchet hit the ground, there was another "bang" sound. The middle-aged man had already knocked down an ancient tree more than ten feet away, and then there was another soft sound and he fell to the ground.

At this time, the young monk trembled and watched in horror as his hands continued to expand rapidly, and the dark energy gradually spread throughout his body.

"No." The young monk let out a cry of despair, and then slumped to the ground, without any strength left.

"Haha, don't you know? The previous poisoning was just caused by the insignificant Intermittent Blocking Powder. What really killed you was the Ningqi Powder poison pill I swallowed. After it melted in the body, it spread throughout the body.

Caused by poisonous gas, as long as your hands touch my body, you will be poisoned and die." At this point, he looked at the regretful young monk and said slowly: "You don't have to regret it, even if you don't

If you fight with me, your hands will not hit my body, but after my death, you will not be able to escape the fate of being poisoned, because you will look for what you want in me."

Listening to the middle-aged man's words, the young man on the ancient tree was completely stunned. What a terrible thing this was, and what a careful layout it was!

Even if he dies, he will not let his enemies go.

Is this a person in the evil way? Thinking of this, the young man on the ancient tree couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man. Does a person in the right way have to be a good person? After looking at the middle-aged man for a while, the young man couldn't help but turn his eyes to the middle-aged man.

The trembling young monk.
Chapter completed!