It turns out that tens of thousands of years ago, a scandal happened in Qingming. The true identity of the leader of a large sect was revealed. From a highly respected and upright Da Xiu, he turned into a vicious and vicious person who deceived the world and stole his reputation overnight.
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The irony is that the great cultivator was originally revered as Taoist Wangren, which originally meant "the most benevolent and the most benevolent". However, the word "most benevolent" was lost, leaving only "the most benevolent", which made him infamous.
Everyone shouted to kill.
Taoist Wangren was extremely ambitious and resourceful. He escaped from being killed time and time again, and committed many evil deeds along the way. It was not until Master Taixuan of Haoshengyuan came out that he disappeared from sight and became unknown.
All in all.
However, this person was not willing to give in. After many years of lurking and cultivating to the Mahayana realm, he then returned to his original sect. Not only did he massacre all the members of his sect, he also looted the treasure house inside the sect and took away countless spiritual objects.
treasure.
This man was also proficient in the art of traps, and built his cave into a labyrinth filled with traps and murderous intent. Those monks who came to seek revenge or had other purposes were trapped in it and never appeared again.
"This is the origin of Baojing Palace." Huayang said, holding up tea to moisten his throat: "However, although Taoist Wangren escaped the pursuit of countless monks, he did not survive the Mahayana period and became increasingly heavier.
Heavenly calamity."
"That's it." Liu Qinghuan said: "What are the big and small flying orders?"
Huayang said: "The Baojing Palace was closed and hidden in the void after Taoist Wang Ren died. I don't know how many years later, someone suddenly discovered an empty palace in the blue sea of clouds. After that, it would appear every ten thousand years."
once."
"The big and small Feixuan Orders will appear in various realms of Qingming within the five hundred years before the Baojing Palace is about to open. The big Feixuan Order can enter the upper palace of Baojing Palace, and the small Feixuan Order can enter the lower palace."
Liu Qinghuan asked again: "Then why do you think Changying is related to this matter?"
"He always carries a sword box on his back." Seeing that he didn't understand, Hua Yang explained: "The Fei Xuan Ling is over a foot long and cannot be stored in a ring or storage space. It can only be carried around. Chang Ying
It’s not like I’m a sword cultivator, so if I carry a sword box on my back every day, it’s obviously a ghost.”
He also sighed with emotion: "Taoist Wangren is really a man of great ability. Even if he is dead, he can still disturb the peace of the whole Qingming after his death. It can be said that he has caused a lot of disasters."
"Fei Xuan Ling..." Liu Qinghuan turned the teacup thoughtfully.
"Why, fellow Taoist Qinglin also wants to go to Baojing Palace?"
Liu Qing said with a smile: "If I get such an opportunity, I will naturally go in and take a look."
Hua Yang shook his head and said: "But only monks above the empty level can enter the Baojing Palace. If you are combined, Mahayana can enter the upper mirror palace. If you have a yin deficiency, if you have a strong yang, you can enter the lower mirror palace. Not to mention that we haven't reached the empty level yet, we just want to leave.
It is also difficult to get out of the Zhuoyuan and the Sea of Broken Stars on Dao Wuya."
Liu Qinghuan suddenly frowned: "This doesn't make sense. According to your guess, Changying has a flying hanging order on her body. Is it because she hid in the abyss to avoid being robbed?"
Huayang thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's possible."
"But Zhuoyuan is by no means a place for cultivation. It's easy to come down, but you have to reach the empty level to go up again. If he is in the late stage of divine transformation now, how can he guarantee that he will reach the empty level on the day when the Treasure Mirror Palace opens? If he can't cultivate
, isn’t it equivalent to sending himself to prison?”
Huayang's eyes flashed: "Fellow Taoist Qinglin, that person's technique is very strange..."
"How to say?"
"He can suck people!" Huayang said: "A few days ago, two demon cultivators came to fight with their men. Chang Ying started fighting with them until they were above the fog layer in the sky. I finally got rid of it at that time.
Another demon cultivator was entangled, and when they saw that they couldn’t come down for a long time, they were ready to help..."
When Hua Yang said this, his expression became strange: "As a result, through a thin layer of turbid fog, I saw Changying put one hand on the demon cultivator's head, and the demon cultivator's body shrank and dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
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Liu Qinghuan looked stern: "The devil's method of seizing power?"
Hua Yang said: "I immediately realized something was wrong, so I quietly retreated. After waiting for a while, I saw Changying coming down from the top with a satisfied look on his face. So I guessed that he was about to enter the abyss, and he would not be unable to practice because he had no spiritual energy.
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Liu Qinghuan pondered for a moment: "That's not right...there's still something wrong..."
While I was thinking about it, I heard a sudden loud noise outside, and a large formation of clouds and mist rolled in the northeast, bursting out with waves of brilliant spiritual light.
Fu Bao ran in quickly: "Master, Chang Ying and his men are here to knock on the door!"
Hua Yang slapped the table: "This guy really has this idea! Fellow Taoist Qinglin, you must be careful."
Liu Qinghuan stood up slowly: "Since everyone is out, let's go and have a meeting."
Just as he was about to reach the main formation, he suddenly thought of something and his expression suddenly changed...
Outside the formation, a group of people were attacking vigorously. Various magical weapons and spells were summoned to the formation, while Changying stood behind the people with his hands on his sleeves and a smile on his face.
At this moment, the formation surged, and the sound of "嗗嗗" was heard suddenly, and a piece of electric light shot out like a sharp arrow.
Many low-level monks screamed and were knocked away, while those with high levels of cultivation quickly dodged, and a large area in front of the formation was immediately cleared.
Only then did a light hole open in the formation, and a male cultivator in green clothes walked out. He glanced indifferently at the man rolling on the ground, and then looked at Changying.
"Are you Qinglin?" Changying looked at the other person, cupped his hands and smiled very naturally: "I am Qingming Changying, I live next door to you."
Liu Qinghuan nodded coldly: "So you came to my place to say hello in this way?"
Changying still smiled brightly: "Haha, you are a Taoist monk who is a reclusive master. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you in ordinary ways."
It turned out to be a smiling tiger. Liu Qinghuan didn't bother to deal with him. His expression turned cold and he let go of his pressure: "This place is within my sphere of influence. If you don't want to die, get out of the gray stone ground immediately!"
The terrifying pressure swept out like a violent wind. Those low-level monks could not bear it, and many more people vomited blood and fell into coma.
Changying looked surprised and took a step back: "Are you a Yinxu realm monk?!"
Liu Qinghuan looked at him indifferently: "Fellow Taoist Chang Ying is surprised? Aren't you also a monk in the Yinxu Realm? It's just that you have an unkind attitude. It seems that you have made up your mind to fight with me?"
Huayang and Fubao behind him couldn't help but froze when they heard this. They were shocked when they saw that Changying didn't say anything but acquiesced.
Especially Huayang, he suddenly felt enlightened!
It turns out that fellow Taoist Qinglin is a monk in the Yinxu Realm. No wonder killing a transformed god is like killing a chicken!
And Chang Ying too? Then he had offended him before... He couldn't help but feel worried in his heart.
Liu Qinghuan slowly turned his wrist, and the Qianqiu Samsara Pen appeared in his hand. The seals on it were dissolved layer by layer, and the shining brilliance of Xuantian Lingbao bloomed.
Changying's pupils quickly shrank to the middle. If he had doubts before, Xuantian Lingbao could only be controlled if his cultivation level was above the empty level, but it was impossible to fake it.
I saw his expression change a few times, and soon he raised a warm smile: "Hahaha, misunderstanding, everything today is all a misunderstanding!"