"The body turns into gold and wood to suppress the dust, and the soul turns into wind and rain to guard Kunlun."
Qing Ao's face was gloomy, his eyes were getting colder, looking at the figure in the spiritual cage, he said in a cold voice: "It seems that today, the empress really does not intend to leave any room for herself, but I don't know what the empress thinks of this loss.
Without your Kunlun Mountain, how can we stay outside the Six Paths and become a paradise in the future?"
"As for what happened after my death, posterity will say, I have already traveled to the mountains and followed the path, but I couldn't have done it."
Cangnan Yi was unmoved, holding the Taoist formula with his hands, and his body began to sit still and wither in the turbulent wind.
Qing Ao sneered and said: "It will take some time for the empress to be enthroned. Now you cannot protect Kunlun Mountain. I don't know whether it is the empress who is enthroning faster or I am killing Kunlun faster."
"Slaughter Kunlun, the rebels are really brave!"
As a stream of rays of light rose in the sky, Qing Ao suddenly felt an extremely powerful sword intent.
The sword intention was clear, but before the sword energy arrived, he had already deviated and made an evasive step.
But despite this, a burst of pain suddenly shot through his cheek, and blood dripped down his chin.
He gently stroked the slender wound on his face. The wound was as thin as a line, but also very deep.
It's like being scratched by a pliable yet sharp willow leaf in the world.
A trace of doubt flashed across Qing Ao's eyes. He raised his eyes and saw a middle-aged nun walking with bare feet in the mud and wearing a gray-white monk's robe from under the snow-capped mountains.
She wore a monk's hat and didn't have long hair. In the wind and snow, her weathered bronze face looked extremely calm, and her deep-set eyes seemed to contain endless stories of perseverance.
"Zhenren Fanshu?" One of the few female ascetics in the world, a walking monk in the world.
Qing Ao looked at her empty hands and didn't see any sharp weapons. He really didn't know how she could strike such a fast sword that could be felt but could not be avoided.
He glanced quickly, and finally caught the golden sword intent that dissipated from her sleeves like a slender willow leaf.
Qing Ao was thinking in front of him, and it was really difficult to guess what this sword technique was.
His deep-set brows slowly relaxed a little, and he said indifferently: "This way of doing things has always been on the same level as the real person."
Master Fanshu lightly folded his sleeves and refused to talk nonsense with him at all. He said calmly: "You are not allowed to approach the empress."
Qing Ao's face was full of sarcasm: "Do you think you alone can stop me?"
"She's not the only one here."
In the wind, a cold and solemn voice came again.
Suddenly, the immortal energy was at its peak, and figures with long rainbows piercing the sun rose from the mountains, and finally fell under the beacon tower.
Qing Ao calmly counted these people one by one.
The visitors, headed by Wu Hongni, were all visitors from the mountains and otherworldly beings, and each of them stared at him with majestic and judgmental eyes.
Qing Ao was no stranger to such looks, and the sneer in his eyes became even stronger.
Looking at this group of people, although he was surprised, there was no sign of nervousness on his face. On the contrary, his eyes were more interesting and even gradually filled with anticipation and excitement.
"My dear, do you know? Sometimes the person who can give you a real fatal blow is often not the enemy you are facing head-on."
Cangnan Yi cannot be denied.
With the war in Kunlun Mountain and the rebellion of the Zhenxian Sect, everyone is in danger and it is normal to be alone.
If the immortals from outside the mountain had the heart to help each other, they would have already left when the True Immortal Sect attacked the Water God Realm. How could they wait until now?
On the battlefield, the most taboo thing is to be in the same camp but have different intentions.
Today, when these immortal figures enter the battlefield, it is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
The True Immortal Sect's army attacked all the way to the beacon tower, but they never showed any attitude or action.
Qingxuan and Qingshui also had a deep understanding of each other and had never even thought of asking for help from the outsiders in the mountains.
For them, although they are worried about themselves, they are not willing to stand under a dangerous wall.
The old god master Ao Qing was still alive and the True Immortal Sect rebelled. Although it caused an uproar in their hearts, they sensed a strong sense of danger and tension.
But the existence of Cangnan Yi is still like the frost and snow on the mountain in their hearts, omnipotent, unyielding, and unparalleled in power.
For them, as long as she is in the Kunlun Mountains, even if there is a slight moment of fatigue and turmoil, this calamity will not completely overthrow the entire Kunlun Mountains.
Since Cang Nanyi was here, and they were not useless fish in the pond with no ability to protect themselves, there was no imminent danger. Each of them had their own thoughts on the city, so the best thing to do was to watch the fire from the other side.
But until tonight, when they looked from a distance and saw "darkness" appeared in Kunlun, they couldn't sit still at all.
Qing Ao flicked the fly whisk between his arms, and smiled coldly and sarcastically: "All the immortals are here, and you are the only one who dares to use the sword against me. I would like to ask, Master, are the people behind you here to fight alongside Kunlun Mountain?"
Are you here to defend yourself from the enemy and kill yourself, or are you feeling anxious and uneasy, so you have come here to prove something?"
Master Fanshu locked eyes with him and said coldly: "I don't have to guess what other people think, but today, I will never let you continue to do whatever you want!"
"Wrongful behavior?" Qing Ao smiled faintly. He stood casually, and the malicious smile around him gradually subsided. He nodded and said: "I have good intentions towards the queen, how can I become a random act?"
"Hmph, as a believer of the evil god, your ability to confuse right and wrong is really powerful. You and other traitors, join forces with the evil corpse demon to destroy the kingdom of the Water God, and commit the crime of killing gods! Then a war broke out in the mountains, and blood flowed for thousands of miles.
There were countless casualties and countless crimes, too numerous to describe!"
The high-spirited and rebellious Jin Fu stood up and looked at Qing Ao with the coldness of the twelfth lunar month in his eyes, which was bone-chilling.
He was promoted to a lineage, but he died at the hands of evil spirits.
He held a strong resentment against all the evil demons and monsters in the world. That hatred was etched in his heart like a knife and was indelible.
Especially existences like the Corpse Demon Royal Family and the followers of the Evil God, who were originally human beings but willingly degenerated into dark evil demons, are even more detestable.
Seeing that Qing Ao was still talking nonsense here, he could no longer suppress the nausea in his heart, so he spoke coldly, pointed the sword in his hand sharply.
Qing Ao's eyes were strange: "When it comes to culpability, it is true that this Tao is too numerous to describe, but the way this Tao operates is not just for killing. Over the past tens of millions of years, there has been such a saint in the world, and he died in the calamity period for no reason.
My heart is filled with sorrow and pain, and I don’t want to see this happen.”
"Shameless person!" Master Fanshu was determined not to believe his nonsense, and said coldly: "As long as you still have some sense of justice in your heart, Kunlun will not be stained with blood, and wars will be everywhere. Killing itself is an act that is not worthy of forgiveness.
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Qing Ao sneered again and again: "In my opinion, if killing to stop killing is something that cannot be forgiven, then doesn't our saintly empress not deserve to be forgiven?"
"you!"
Qing Ao raised his head and continued in a low voice: "What do you think your empress' calamity is? It's nothing more than some dirty things gathered in this world due to the desire for evil." The empress has carried all the dark and dirty things in this world on her back.
It has been incomprehensible for thousands of years, and we can only suppress all the chaos in this world with a pure heart. The empress has been living in the sky, far away from the world of mortals, and the calamity is naturally under control. Now that you are carrying the aura of the mortal world into the mountain, what kind of thoughts are in your hearts?
There is no need for me to say anything about the indescribable 'delusions and thoughts'."
"It's just that for this Dao, it's insignificant that all of you are killed on the battlefield. It's a blessing to be able to sacrifice your lives to Kunlun in exchange for the saint's body to return to the Qingming."
Those who believe in evil gods have the power to confuse people's minds, and are especially able to dominate the truth with absurd fallacies.
Master Fanshu's eyelids twitched, but he caught something from this fallacy.
Listen to what he meant... The reason why the empress came to disaster was because too many immortals from outside the mountain came to the mountain, and the excessive delusions in her heart affected it?
Thinking of this, Master Fanshu couldn't help but turn his eyes towards Cangnan Yi, whose body had begun to wither in the spiritual cage, his expression suddenly complicated.
Qing Ao looked at her with interesting eyes, as if he had found some fun, and laughed softly in his nasal voice, saying: "So, do ascetic monks like Master Fanshu also have inner demons in their hearts?"
Evil gods can always use the slightest flaw to see through the vanity and weakness of people's hearts.
Master Fanshu was shocked and rushed to calm down. Seeing that he was still frightened, he said with a cold face: "If you are still the proud young master of the god back then, I will really believe you in this statement."
"Xiu wants to fight with this traitor!" A woman in the crowd said at this time: "Whether it's a calamity period or a rebel army, since we are defending ourselves, even though the True Immortal Sect's fierce soldiers are powerful and kill countless people,
This thief has completely fallen into evil ways and is in league with evil gods. He and the empress are destined to be natural enemies..."
"If you say that this traitor is an enemy of the whole world for the sake of the evil god's incense, I believe it. But if you say that he is acting for the sake of the empress and is fighting against the entire Shiwanda Mountain and the fairy world, ha... it is simply a fantasy.
Tan.”
As soon as the female fairy finished her words, a figure flew up from behind her, carrying wind and thunder with murderous intent. The spiritual sword in her hand piled up a thousand sword waves of flames, and fell towards Cangnan Yi.
Behind that woman were a group of people who were also members of the immortal clan.
Are you actually attacking your empress?!
The man stepped on the magical method, and his body movements were strange. Master Fanshu, whose face changed greatly due to nervousness, was unable to stop him at all. He didn't even see the man's appearance clearly until it was too late.
However, the next moment.
An amazing scene happened.
Standing still as cold as a stone statue, Qing Ao's eyebrows trembled. He had no expression on his face, but he took action extremely quickly.
While the whisk like snow silk in his arms danced wildly, he actually firmly grasped the sword.
The Thousand Layers of Sword Waves instantly dissipated, and all remaining power collapsed.
Only then did everyone react from the shock and see clearly the appearance of the person who made the move.