"Just a few days ago, Master Chongguang couldn't help himself and fought against Ao Kun. In this battle, Chongguang was severely defeated and seriously injured, and had no choice but to escape. Although the two were of the same level, there was quite a gap in their combat power.
That sworn brother of yours is really awesome! Master Chongguang was in the Holy Land two thousand years ago, but he only lasted half a day in front of him."
Shui Lingbo said with a strange expression, but he admired Zong Shou in his heart. This guy, who didn't know the specific situation outside the cloud world at this time, actually dared not to give up even half a step in front of the god-level cultivators, and provoked tit-for-tat. He clearly saw through it.
Understand the reality of Yuan Mengzi——
Although a swordsman is fearless, he also needs to be good at making a career, and this boy is good at both.
Zong Shouze was slightly startled, Zhongguang Zhenren? Who is this? I have never heard of it.
He is qualified to take action against Ao Kun, and Shui Lingbo himself said that he is at the same level, so naturally he is also in the Holy Realm. And most likely, he is a veteran of the Dao Ling Qiong Realm in the outer realm.
But didn’t Ao Kun just enter the Holy Realm not long ago? A while ago, due to the incompatibility of the Destruction Dragon Pill with his xinxing, the Dao Foundation was floating. How could he severely injure the Chongguang Master?
You must know that those who can enter this realm are geniuses who are unique among hundreds of millions of people in this world.
The gap in talent between each other is actually very small. Even if there is still a difference in combat power, it is still a gap in the level of the Dao and the original level.
However, since this Chongguang has entered the holy level two thousand years ago, there is no reason why he cannot suppress Ao Kun, even if the latter masters the method of destruction——
Then Shui Lingbo continued to say: "There is one more thing! Your senior brother Mingyu asked me to tell you that in twenty days at most, two more saints will return to the Dao Sect Dome Realm. Fairy Long Xuan
Ao Bi and Huayun Zhenren, these two
People have been living together for thousands of years, and their reputations are far-reaching in all realms of the outer world. If he were alone, he could still handle it. But if the pair of Taoists join forces, even if he and Ao Kun join forces, they are not sure to win.
I want you to be extremely careful—"
"I see!"
With just a thought, Zong Shou knew the reason why Yuan Mengzi looked so stern today.
"Junior sister, what do you want to say? That Yuan Meng didn't dare to take action. Although he was worried about my sworn brother, it was also because these two saints were about to return to the cloud world and didn't want to take risks?"
He felt quite regretful in his heart. He almost thought that Yuan Mengzi was really 'scared' away by him.
But it's better this way. He'll be a little more sure of what he's going to do later.
"The boy is teachable!"
Shui Lingbo nodded with a smile: "That's why Master Nephew Han wants you not to go too far! The Taoist sect has a profound foundation. In the Qiong Realm, except for Yuan Mengzi, there is nothing that can be suppressed in your hands.
.But above the dome realm, there is a cave. There are more than hundreds of gods in it, although most of them are sleeping and recuperating. But there is no guarantee that the Taoist sect will not go crazy and open the cave in advance, or invite one or two ancestors to come."
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows again, Dongtian? First Master?
He heard about the cave heavens, the three cave heavens, which are higher than the Five Firmaments Realm.
The Dao and Demon families each control one. But the largest one is owned by Confucianism.
Confucianism does not have a sky, but there is a cave. It is said that the Bailudong Academy, which is famous in the world but no one knows its location, was built in it.
In the cave, there are also enshrined the spiritual tablets of the ancient Confucian sages. They contain awe-inspiring aura, and no cultivator, no matter how good or evil, can approach them.
The Taoist Cave Heaven is the most mysterious.
The Sword Sect split from the Dao Sect, so now it should be sharing the cave with the Dao Sect.
As for Buddhism and Taoism, one is an outsider and the other split from Confucianism and was rejected by many sects and families in the Yun Realm. Neither of them has its own cave.
As for this master - speaking of it, Yan Fan and Shui Lingbo had mentioned it to him several times before when they were competing for his entrance.
It’s still not clear what kind of existence this so-called ‘first master’ is.
I was slightly curious and wanted to ask. But at this moment, it was not the time.
Without paying too much attention, Zong Shou guided the power of the elixir to gradually dissolve in his body.
The blood marrow in the bones vibrated and blood was produced. Within a moment, the face returned to ruddy color.
The greatest benefit of the 'Imperial Style' he practices is that it is righteous and peaceful.
At the beginning, it was just ordinary, and its power was even slightly inferior to the royal martial arts of those small countries in the Cloud Realm. But the foundation can be built bit by bit, solid and solid. Once it can be cultivated to the ninth level or above, it can be
Gradually bring the power of kingship to its maximum.
Even this blood sacrifice technique didn't do much harm to the fundamentals. With the help of elixirs, most of the vitality was restored in just a moment.
When everything in the body was in order, the fierce sword intent that had just restrained a little rushed out of the body again.
Eyes as sharp as knives, fighting spirit boiling!
"Although Yuan Mengzi was rude, what he said was right——"
Shui Lingbo stopped speaking just halfway through his words.
I saw Zong Shou not far away, already flying away and leaving the top of Cuiming Peak.
The bloody long sword in his hand made a "choking" sword sound, and the dragon shadow roared behind him, which seemed to echo Zong Shou's majestic sword intent.
Only then did he realize something was wrong, so he also flew into the air. With a red cloud-like red gauze under his feet, he ducked and chased after Zong Shou.
"Zong Shou, where are you going? Since the Dao Ling Qiong realm has lost your face, what's the point of staying here in the middle-earth? Dao Ling Qiong realm, you are crazy——"
Shui Lingbo's complexion was almost pale, and his eyes were full of shock.
The direction in which the two of them were flying at this moment was exactly to the south. Two thousand miles away, there was the spiritual dome realm.
Is this guy really crazy?
Zong Shou smiled, knowing that Shui Lingbo was coming, he must have been ordered by the Tao of the People to let him go as soon as possible.
He also knew that this was the sect's concern for him, so he was not dissatisfied.
It's just that this matter can't end like this.
This time, he was not only seeking justice for those millions of people, but also for himself and Qian Tianshan.
It’s definitely not a fool’s errand!
"Sister Shui, don't you think that senior brother will choose this world? Your senior brother is not a fool -"
Shui Lingbo didn't have the time to care about the title issue. He raised his eyebrows and thought, isn't it?
Everyone said that she and Zhao Yanran were a little crazy. But when Shou Shou was crazy, he was even worse than them!
Even if he dares to cut down Wu Xu, what is there that he can't do?
But Zong Shou smiled silently again: "Actually, it's okay to say he's crazy!"
As far as I can see, the spiritual dome realm is already in sight!
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In the Dao Spirit Vault, in the Ten Thousand Souls Lamp Room, Yuan Mengzi put away the incarnation that was thousands of miles away with a gloomy face.
Then he looked silent and fell into meditation.
Since Wu Xu's death, he has been in charge of this Ten Thousand Souls Lantern Room, temporarily in charge of the Dome Realm, and handling affairs.
But here, it’s hard to find peace——
Outside the lamp room, there was a lot of noise. There were nearly ten thousand people in Qiong Realm arguing in the spacious stone hall outside. They were either quoting scriptures or making fun of the hot wind. Most of them were arguing until their faces turned red. They were even more restless and had ulterior motives.
, provoking words.
This is a competition for the position of the next palace master. The right to select the palace master is not in the hands of these disciples. However, it does not hinder his momentum.
Every time after being scolded by him, he would always be quiet for a while, but it would usually only take an hour or two before he would fall back into his old ways.
It's just that they didn't draw swords on each other and fight each other on the spot.
Fortunately, these people also knew how to behave and did not make trouble in front of him.
All the elders of the Taoist sect are dedicated to cultivation. Therefore, the master of Qiongjing Palace is actually the same as the master of the same religion.
Mastering the number of disciples in the Firmament Realm, tens of thousands of Dao soldiers, hundreds of protecting gods, and countless resources. Even if it is just a slight tilt that is not obvious, one sect can benefit immensely.
Yuan Mengzi was determined to suppress them, but behind these people, there were countless people in the sect who were in the fairyland, godland, or even the holy realm.
Therefore, he was too lazy to pay attention and allowed them to quarrel.
It's just today. But I don't know why, but I feel more and more upset in my heart.
Even though he was stern with the sect guard just now, his heart was still bleeding and heartbroken. Why didn't the Taoist sect have such an amazing and talented disciple who could compete with him? Why did such an outstanding person become the enemy of the Taoist sect?
Full of depression, he did not want to stay in this lamp room any longer. Yuan Mengzi swayed and reached the outside of the dome, on top of a solitary peak.
Looking at the vast sea of clouds, I felt a little relieved. But he was not the only one on this mountain peak.
"Qingming?"
Yuan Mengzi glanced up and down beside her, and there was also a beautiful girl in aqua-blue Taoist clothing standing on the cliff.
"Have you recovered from your injuries? That's good. Fortunately, you are fine this time. If you have something wrong this time, I really don't know how to explain it to my uncle!"
"Qingming thanks my uncle for caring about me!"
The beautiful girl hurriedly bowed and bowed, and then gave another wry smile: "This time it is Qingming who wants to come back. Even if anything happens, it is Qingming's fault, and it has nothing to do with the master. In the past, disciples were always proud of their own talents, while others worked hard for hundreds of years.
, I have known it for ten years. I looked down on Yunjie and had nothing to lose. This time I realized that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. My uncle's warning at the beginning was indeed correct. But it only hurt senior brother Zi Guizi."
Then he asked slightly worriedly: "I wonder if senior brothers Wu Xu and Zi Gui Zi have any chance of resurrection!"
Yuan Mengzi nodded slightly with pleasure. Although this time was dangerous, he might have suffered some setbacks and tempered his character, but it was not bad. Finally, he frowned slightly when he heard the words: "Zi Guizi is determined to work hard and has no secret skills to protect himself."
Stay. Wu Xu’s soul was severely damaged. Zong Shou’s sword ‘Taichu’ didn’t even keep the soul in his incarnation. Fortunately, there is still a glimmer of hope left in the Ten Thousand Soul Lantern Room.”
Qingming felt slightly sad and asked curiously: "Uncle Master went to see Zong Shou today. What did he say?"
"This guy is arrogant, so naturally he refuses to agree!"
Angry eyes slightly opened, Yuan Mengzi's eyes were full of coldness: "It doesn't matter, he alone can't make any waves! Our Taoist sect has already lost all its face, and it doesn't matter how long it takes.
As long as your two ancestors, Hua Yun and Long Xuan, return, within a few months, this son can be decapitated!"
Qingming's eyes were slightly happy, and there was a trace of murderous intent on her face.
At this moment, a red light fell from the sky in the distance.
"Is there anyone in the Dao Ling Qiong Realm who can come out to fight Gu Yi?"
The clear sound shook the sky.
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