Chapter 80 The Existence of the Teacher and the Existence of the Dao
"Old friend? I wonder if what Brother Murong is talking about is the Tianji Taoist mentioned just now?" Mr. Xie laughed. He did not expect that the current generation of Tianzun would never forget a "master" who was once in the secular world.
Murong Feng smiled and replied: "Yes, it is Taoist Tianji. Although there is no master-disciple relationship now, where the Tao exists, the teacher exists!"
"Where the Tao exists, there exists the teacher! Good! Good! Good!" Mr. Xie clapped his hands and burst out laughing.
Cui Fujun, the title of the urging judge, has always been synonymous with ruthlessness and ruthlessness. I have heard too much about friendship and morality. I have completely lost touch with these worldly things. Now I heard Murong Feng say
"Where the Tao exists, there exists the teacher." Immediately his mind was shaken, and the spiritual stage became clear and clear, as if he understood something.
"Tianzun, I don't know when to set off. The little god can lead the way for Tianzun." Cui Fujun asked respectfully. Although he is not under the jurisdiction of Tianzun in name, the young man in front of him is so amazing that he has to admire him!
Murong Feng waved his hand, shook his head and said softly: "I understand Mr. Cui's kindness, but since I have found out where Purgatory is, and whether I can get there or not, it's just a matter of thought, so I won't bother Mr. Cui.
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Cui Fujun nodded silently. Indeed, for a powerful person, if he knows where he is in his spiritual thoughts, he will arrive in three thousand realms in an instant. This is only for those who have mastered the space magic of heaven.
Now, Murong Feng has just glimpsed the great road. Even from the physical world to the ethereal world, it is just a thought! Now it is only seven thousand miles, what guidance do you need?
"In that case, I'll say goodbye here and see you in the Purgatory at noon tomorrow, how about that?" Murong Feng said, cupping his hands towards the two of them.
"Okay, see you at noon tomorrow." Mr. Xie chuckled and patted Murong Feng on the shoulder.
"Farewell to the Heavenly Lord!" Master Cui stood up quickly and said goodbye.
Suddenly, Murong Feng's body was surrounded by green light, and a sword-like cyclone rose into the sky. Suddenly, an irresistible pressure from the saint came out of thin air. With a bang, the light and shadow gradually dispersed, the dust and smoke slowly fell, and the person was gone.
Because of the dazzling green light exposed at this moment, both Xie Shao and Cui Fujun used their skills to counteract each other. Especially Cui Fujun, he was almost overwhelmed by the powerful pressure. He only felt that his mind was shaking and his breathing was short at this moment.
The whole body aches. Could it be that this is the peak strength of the Holy King? A space spell can make you breathless!
"Mingjun...."
Young Master Xie took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "What's the matter?"
"You have seen how strong the pressure of the Holy Lord is. Lord Tianzun can cause our hearts to shake with just a space spell. As for tomorrow, in my opinion, it is better not to go. After all, there are dangers in the Seven Directions Sea, and there is a narrow escape from death.
In today's Jiuqu Netherworld, Lord Ming is young and there are many dissenters. Ever since you, Lord Ming, killed your own brother, many forces, although they appear calm on the surface, have already secretly plotted rebellion. I, the emperor of the Jiuyou Clan, have the status
, besieged on all sides, and constantly oppressed, if Lord Ming makes any mistake, the Jiuyou clan will not be able to protect themselves!"
"No need to say more, I have my own sense of discretion, I will go back to my house first." Young Master Xie snorted coldly, flicked his green clothes, and the space moved.
"I hope Lord Ming will think twice!" Cui Fujun said in a stronger tone.
"Get back!" Suddenly, there was a sound, and a black energy burst out from Xie Shao's body. Black energy suddenly hit the space, and instantly cut through the void. He jumped down and disappeared into the void.
"Farewell Lord Ming!" Mr. Cui Fu looked at Mr. Xie walking away, sighed, and shook his head.
To the southeast, seven thousand miles away, is the entrance to Purgatory.
Murong Feng jumped up and emerged from the void tunnel. He saw darkness in front of him. A thick layer of fog shrouded the surroundings. The visibility was less than one meter. A gloomy chill came from the distance. Murong Feng stepped forward step by step.
Stepping on the void and going down is like going down stairs, but there are no stairs in the air!
After a while, the ground that had been shrouded in fog gradually emerged, surrounded by a sea of blood! In the sea of blood, there were pieces of hanging rocks floating, and in the distance, there was a short and slender stone bridge across the sea.
Across the entire blood sea. There are constant waves rolling in the sea. If you look carefully, these blood sea waves actually look like living people! Only the upper body, but the lower body is completely connected with the blood sea. Countless blood people are in it.
Among them, there was a desperate struggle, the screams were frightening, and the stench was nauseating.
The realm of purgatory is a place more terrifying than the eighteenth level of hell! If the eighteenth level of hell is the destination of evil people, then this purgatory is where the heinous devil lives!
"Who is here! How dare you trespass into the forbidden area of Netherworld Purgatory! Retreat quickly, I won't be embarrassed!" In the distance, from the bridgehead shrouded in blood mist, there was a sinister scolding sound, echoing throughout the sea of blood.
On top of it, the bloody people in the sea of blood suddenly seemed to have gone crazy, retreating three feet away from this only pontoon bridge!
Murong Feng didn't say anything, just sneered, and continued to walk on the pontoon with steady steps. He shot out a spiritual thought. The person in front of him was just a little god guarding the entrance to purgatory, and he was only a Xuanxian.
"My dear, Murong Feng, I would like to see the King of Prison Suppression, the evil Taoist!" Murong Feng did not directly show his identity as Tianzun, because Murong Feng likes to be plain and always uses his identity to suppress others, which is meaningless at all! And here, you say you
It's Tianzun, who believes it?
"Prince Ming is busy with affairs, why do you just meet him as soon as he asks?" The voice seemed unwilling to show weakness and deliberately made things difficult for him.
Murong Feng chuckled, and the power of the Holy King ran over him: "I want to see Master Sha!"
Suddenly, the whole blood-filled purgatory became clear. In the sea of blood, the ghosts stopped howling for thousands of years. Just for a moment, their thoughts were in a trance. Before they could figure out what was going on, they just dissipated.
Between heaven and earth! A burst of saintly pressure crushed thousands of ghosts alive!
"Yes, yes... I'm going to report it now..." Suddenly, the majestic and majestic voice just now called himself "Little"!
Murong Feng walked quickly across the pontoon. These souls under the sea of blood were so disgusting! Not only was it disgusting, but the stench it emitted was so deep that it spread to the depths of the soul. No matter how much Holy Lord Murong Feng cultivated, he couldn't stand it!
At the end of the pontoon, there was actually a cave half as tall as a man. There was a crimson stream of light flashing inside the entrance of the cave. Moreover, when we reached the entrance of the cave, we could no longer smell the stench of the sea of blood.
"Who is making noise here?" Suddenly, a crisp fairy voice came from the cave. In this purgatory, it formed a strong contrast with the depressing and dull atmosphere. It was like a beautiful song and dance, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
"Murong Feng..." Murong Feng replied softly. This voice has not changed after thousands of years.
"Oh? Murong... Feng..." The voice seemed a little confused, but he seemed to have forgotten the name Murong Feng.
Murong Feng smiled sadly: "Old sir, I don't remember this person."
In the ** world, although there are three realms: the underworld, the heaven realm, and the secular world, there is almost no communication between the three realms, and they are almost isolated. Unless a powerful person can cross the border, otherwise, secular people who want to go to the heaven realm will have to become immortals.
Body, if you want to go to the Netherworld, you must die! If a person in the heaven wants to go to the Netherworld, it is also a death. Of course, if you reach the realm of the Holy Lord, there will be unimpeded access between the three realms.
Therefore, as for the change of dynasties in the heaven three thousand years ago and Murong Feng's ascension to the throne, although this matter was aroused in the heaven, almost no one knew about it in the secular world and the underworld.
"Haha, why don't you remember? Murong's disciple is now a powerful person. I am no longer qualified to be your master."
Murong Feng also laughed and said: "I am not qualified now, but where the Tao exists, there is a teacher! Today, Murong Feng specially came to visit his former mentor, the current evil Taoist, and I also asked the Prison Ming King to come forward to meet him."
Suddenly, I saw white light flickering in the cave, and an old man suddenly appeared in front of me. He had a childish face with blue eyes, a strange appearance, double silk ribbons hanging from his hair, and windy sleeves in his wide robe. He was dressed in elegant white clothes, spotless, empty and natural, true to his nature, holding a quinoa staff.
One stick, a gourd tied around the waist, flowers falling from the sky on the gourd, the smell of wine boiling in the gourd, one can see heaven and earth, and one can know a good drunkard by smelling it.
"Taoist Sha, he is still as addicted to alcohol as before, haha." Murong Feng chuckled, and a smell of alcohol hit his face. Taoist Sha suddenly appeared in front of him. With the cultivation of the Holy Lord, he could tell that he
He jumped out of the hole, but very quickly.
Taoist Sha stroked his plain clothes gently, wiped away a trace of dust on it, and said: "Where is it? The way of wine is like life, and tasting wine is like life. I am very lonely in this dark and bright place, and I only realize the Tao through drinking.
It’s just life. I don’t know...what to call it now?”
Taoist Sha looked at the former disciple in front of him. Now he has the aura of an emperor, the aura of dominating the world, and his earth-shattering cultivation. He is so unfathomable that he couldn't believe it for a moment. Has he really passed the road to heaven? Haha
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"Calling me? People in heaven call me your lord, people in the secular world call me senior, Jiuqu Mingjun calls me brother, evil people can choose one of them. Of course, if you call me by name, that's fine too." Murong Feng
He smiled lightly and said softly.
Taoist Sha was startled: "Your Majesty...isn't that the title of **Tianzun?"
"Yes, I am now the **Tianzun, titled Qingfeng Saint Lord."
The evil Taoist was shocked again, **Tianzun? My disciple is **Tianzun?? I didn’t realize it in my mind, so I instinctively raised my hands, bent down and worshiped: "I am humble enough to see Tianzun!"
Murong Feng quickly stepped forward to help the old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life: "You don't have to be like this, evil Taoist. The land of the underworld is not under my jurisdiction, and you don't have to be a vassal. I'm here today just for a visit."
Taoist Sha laughed, but he was still as bold as when he was young: "If my disciple can achieve what he has today, it would be a shame to die for the teacher..."
"Haha, Master, you are so flattering..." Murong Feng also smiled slightly, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly became warm.
"Where the Tao exists, there exists the teacher! I am here today just for the word 'teacher'!"