It is about to come true and is no longer controllable!
When the frightened Feiying brought the news that Taoist Yunni had been captured without any help and was taken to the northwest Daocheng by Yu Jing, such a thought arose in Nie Longtian's mind.
And quickly occupied all his mind!
"It can't be controlled, it can't be controlled!"
On the back of the flying eagle, amid the swift and violent wind, Nie Longtian's face turned extremely ugly.
He was not surprised that Yunni surrendered in fear of death. A Taoist who had never fought to the death and only practiced drawing talismans behind closed doors would not believe him even if he expected him to die.
But after all, he is in the realm of Shidu. Looking at all dynasties, he can be called a land god!
Such a person, no matter how he is originally, must have arrogance in his heart, and he will be captured without any help. It can only be a matter of life and death, irresistible, or even impossible to escape!
He knew very well what this meant...
"I am in the northwest Daocheng, and I can't help but suppress Yunni, so I have no choice but to capture him..."
The distance between Xingzhou City and Daocheng in the northwest is not as exaggerated as thousands of mountains and rivers. A round trip would take more than a month even if an eagle could fly.
Although they are so far apart, their magical powers can actually subdue Yun Ni...
In the strong wind, Nie Longtian seemed to feel that it was a bit cold today.
The body of a hundred battles, the honor of the martial saint.
Except for those few people in this world, he had never been so afraid of a person in the past decades.
Especially, that is just a junior who is worthy of being promoted to the Grand Master and who is not yet young...
"It's just a broken page, but it's so terrifying?!"
Shocked, unwilling, and scared.
Looking down at the mist rising above the earth, Nie Longtian's chest rose and fell, his breathing became heavy, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of regret in his heart.
He didn't know how Yang Yu did it, but it must have something to do with them not taking action immediately!
"Sir, I'll wait..."
Han Fengfu followed closely. In the strong wind, his face was equally ugly, and he was also shocked by the news that Taoist Yunni had been captured.
Although Taoist Yunni is ranked at the bottom of the Splendid List, his reputation is so great that in the capital of the gods, he has the title of national master.
Such a character actually...
"He has already matured his wings, so he has no choice but to retreat temporarily..."
Nie Longtian looked indifferent.
He naturally knew that Yang Yu's method of 'exchanging lives for lives' had great limitations and could not be used easily.
In the past few months, he had gathered Han Fengfu, Yan Xiaoer, Fang Yulong and several great masters invited from the martial arts world to join forces and enter the city.
However, a big defeat!
Even before entering the city, he was forced to leave by Fang Tian Huaji, who was enlightened by Daoguang. As the latest issue of the Splendid Mountains and Rivers List spread throughout the world.
He had no choice but to give up.
At this moment, Yang Yu, under the Martial Saint, is almost helpless, but above the Martial Saint, who would be willing to trade with him?
Han Fengfu smiled bitterly and sighed.
He was not that afraid of the mist beneath him. After all, it was impossible for Yang Yu to exchange his fate with him, but...
"If I had known it would be today, if I had known it today..."
Flexing his fingers and clenching them tightly, Nie Longtian gritted his teeth, held his breath, and while the surrounding mist had not completely enveloped him, he urged the flying eagle to stay away from the northwest road.
No matter how angry and unwilling he was, he also knew in his heart that although Yunni was at the bottom of the list, he was still among his peers.
He can't resist it, and I'm afraid I can't compete...
On this day, Yunni was captured, and Nie Longtian was defeated and fled to the northwest. Six gates, Jinyiwei, and even the masters dormant in the east and west factories also retreated one after another.
And this news, accompanied by everyone's actions, spread throughout the world like a violent storm.
Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, more than 400 years ago, except for the brief period of peace, for the first time, a place was completely out of the control of the imperial court!
Suddenly, the world was shaken.
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Huhu~
Thousands of eagles come from the east, seeming to block out the sky and the sun, attracting everyone's attention wherever they pass.
Outside the Taoist Palace, Emperor Qianheng stood in front of the white jade railing with his hands behind his hands, overlooking the earth. He saw only white clouds and gray dogs, which changed from time to time, and the mountains and rivers were unobstructed.
"According to legend, before ancient times, immortals and Buddhas lived in the world. Immortals often flew into the clouds, traveled to the North Sea in the morning, stayed in the glaciers at night, and traveled to the vast sea during the day..."
Holding on to the railing, Emperor Qianheng sighed in his heart.
For many years, he has strictly adhered to the Taoist precepts and never stopped practicing in the morning, noon and evening. Unfortunately, it seems that it is true as those people said, "The emperor cannot become an immortal."
He has been unable to keep the precepts successfully.
Of course, he never believed this. According to his estimation, it should be the reason why he has not taken the third step yet...
"The legend is true. There is an ancient inheritance in our sect. In ancient times, there were countless fairy mountains in the world, and there were flying immortals everywhere..."
Holding a fly whisk in his hand, the old Taoist with white beard and hair said softly:
"However, Your Majesty is an emperor who has come to earth. Even the ancient immortals must submit to you. It is difficult to show your divine power at this time, but the changes in the sky have not yet come.
Once the weather changes..."
"Fellow Taoist Feihong, if I were to become an emperor, how could I dare to rebel and be disobedient in the world?"
Emperor Qianheng came to his senses with a cold expression.
Fei Hongzi's heart trembled, and he said seriously again:
"It's just that the changes in the sky have not yet come, and your Majesty has not yet gained spiritual wisdom..."
"Yeah?"
Emperor Qianheng laughed, but did not bother, and just said:
"Fellow Daoist Feihong, there is no need to make a big fanfare when you return to the capital of the gods, but if anyone dares to tamper with the 'Royal Secret Treasury', then you know what to do..."
"I understand."
Fei Hongzi agreed, feeling a little surprised:
"The secret vault is so valuable, why doesn't your majesty carry it with you? The human race bag is enough to hold mountains. A secret vault, I want to come..."
"Some people want the secret library to stay, then let them do it."
Emperor Qianheng smiled lightly.
Fei Hongzi felt a little cold in his heart, but he also understood: "If it is the prince..."
"Um?"
Emperor Qianheng's eyes were cold.
"I made a mistake, Your Majesty, please forgive me..."
Fei Hongzi immediately lowered his head, bowed slightly, and disappeared above the Dao Palace. His body was like the breeze, disappearing into the sea of clouds.
"Xue Dilong..."
Emperor Qianheng's eyes turned.
"His Majesty……"
Liu Jing came in a hurry, holding a silk book in his hand, his body trembling slightly:
"Something big happened..."
"Where are there rebellions or where officials are killed?"
Emperor Qianheng looked as usual and asked casually.
"Back to Your Majesty, Master Yunni, fell, fell to the northwest, and was captured..."
"Um?!"
Turning around suddenly, Emperor Qianheng's aura became extremely terrifying for a moment, causing the Taoist palace to let out a long-lasting roar:
"What did you say?"
Liu Jing's breathing was stagnant. He lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Yun, Master Yun Ni is trapped in the northwest and is captured..."
"He doesn't want to fight to the death?!"
The cold voice of muttering to himself made Liu Jing's back wet and his heart beat violently. He wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to speak.
"I treat him like a national master. He has been favored continuously for decades. Fu Shui Guan treats him accordingly. He is no better than a prince. How dare he..."
Emperor Qianheng closed his eyes and suppressed the rage in his heart. After a long time, he looked at the frightened Liu Jing. The latter trembled and raised the silk book high.
"The Book of Life and Death, and the Book of Life and Death..."
At a glance, the silk book burned itself without fire, instantly turning into white smoke and dissipating in the sky.
silence!
Liu Jing couldn't breathe smoothly. After a long time, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer and kowtowed through gritted teeth: "Your Majesty, the whole country has fallen. This is a great change that has not happened in four hundred years. I think..."
"Should we invite Zhang Xuanba?"
Emperor Qianheng interrupted him, his eyes became sharp and indifferent again, and he ordered:
"Transmit my decree and order the king of An, Chen Bing, to "liezhou", and order Chen Tong, Han Jie, and Mo Qilin to lead the east and west factories, and the elite Jinyiwei to coordinate!"
"His Majesty?!"
Liu Jing's heart trembled and he lost his voice:
"Chen Tong, Han Zhen, Mo Qilin and others are chasing the nine elders of Liansheng Sect, please don't touch them without permission!"
"The three of them are not allowed to do anything without permission. Can Zhang Xuanba do it without permission?"
Emperor Qianheng's face was as serious as iron, and his voice became sharp:
"Get off!"
With an angry scolding, Liu Jing coughed up blood and fell down. Even if he had thousands of words to say, he had to swallow them all and retreat with a gloomy face.
In the strong wind, Emperor Qianheng looked cold:
"I want to see how long you have to live up to your destiny!"
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With the city as a node, an invisible energy that echoes the remaining pages of the Book of Life and Death spreads towards the entire northwest path at an extremely fast speed.
But this process does not happen overnight.
The northwest Daocheng is less mountainous and more mountainous. According to Yang Yu's estimation, this process will take at least more than a year, or even longer.
However, it was fortunate that the city was small and there were many mountains. Otherwise, even if the rebel army attacked first and the disciples from Wanxiang Mountain tried their best to help, they would not be able to capture the entire northwest in just two years.
"call!"
Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Yang Yu calmed down his mind. In front of him, this batch of 'blood-transforming pills' had been blessed.
Destiny has more or less backlash for individuals, but elixirs are different. Even if there are hundreds or thousands of them, they will only be a little tired and not have much backlash.
He ordered people to take away this batch of elixirs and distribute them to the new army.
Yang Yu got up and went out. The Purple Gold Swallowing Evil Treasure Gourd could not conjure a destiny out of thin air. He would go wandering on the street every few days.
With the book of life and death in hand, understanding the sentiments of the people is naturally an excuse, and absorbing fate is the purpose.
"A gray life can never be lower..."
Feeling the trembling of the purple gold gourd, Yang Yu shook his head slightly in his heart.
Once the destiny of a person with golden and red colors is absorbed, even though it will be regenerated, the color will be lost.
Gray will not lose its color, and even when it is regenerated, there is a very small possibility of giving birth to a higher destiny.
Because it is gray and white, it is too low to be low.
He didn't bring the white dog with him, and he also restrained his aura. Yang Yu's trip did not attract anyone's attention. Walking through the streets and alleys, the purple gold gourd was already heavy and did not want to move.
"Destiny..."
With a thought, all the gray and white energy vibrated in the purple and gold gourd, and they merged in two directions. The gray turned to black, the white turned to green, and the two directions merged.
In the past few months, Yang Yu had synthesized an unknown number of fortunes, and in addition to what was needed for the 'Xiaoxing Xiaodan', he also left a large number.
However, on top of gray and white, whether green or black, they are not composed of two or two, but four or four.
By the time you get cyan, it is already a number of eighty-eight. With such an increase, the number of lower lives required for a golden destiny can be said to be massive.
Light green, dark green, light blue, dark green, light red, dark red...
Soon, all the lives in the purple gold gourd were exhausted, leaving only a faint purple color.