The flying boat cut through the sea of clouds and ran at high speed between the strong winds.
"Too reckless..."
On the deck, Jiang Shentong looked far into the distance and couldn't help but murmur.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, we can't go any further."
In the flying boat, Han Xuantong walked out slowly:
"Our country is dominated by the Cangjiang Gate. You cannot enter easily without legal decree. Otherwise, there will be a big disaster..."
call!
Before he finished speaking, the flying boat had turned from extreme motion to extreme silence.
"Fellow Daoist Han, do you know that this may be the best opportunity for your Qianyuan Dynasty to get rid of Cangjiang Sect. If you miss it, you may not have such a good opportunity again."
Jiang Shentong suppressed the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart and turned around.
"What Jiang Daoyou said is true, but I cannot make the final decision on this matter..."
Han Xuantong sighed softly.
In Xishan City, he saw with his own eyes the Sword Immortal Nanling killing the Ruhua Taoist Sister, and he was greatly shocked.
If not, he would not have taken out the flying boat to send Jiang Shentong away.
But……
"San Chi Taoist has been in Cangjiang for thousands of years, and his formation can reach the Eight Extremes Master. Although he is powerful, he has not reached that stage yet, right?"
"That's fine."
Jiang Shentong said no more.
Cangjiang Gate has been a place of great power for thousands of years. If Han Xuantong dared to send him here, he had witnessed the fall of Taoist Ruhua with his own eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang."
He was about to leave, but Han Xuantong couldn't help it anymore:
"In this case, if the Nanling Sword Immortal wins, there will be no use for you to go, but if he loses, you will only die if he goes.
What’s the point?”
He really couldn't figure it out.
"Fellow Daoist Han, do you know why your Qianyuan Dynasty cannot become independent from the control of the sect like Yongding, Jincaicheng and Qiusuo City?"
"Um?"
Han Xuantong was slightly startled.
"Without him, I think too much!"
As his voice drifted, Jiang Shentong left his disciple behind and disappeared into the shadow of the sea of clouds.
The sect holds power and uses the dynasty as a hawk to herd the people. It is not that no one resists. There are many such as Jincaicheng and Qiusuo City. The sect and the holy land do not care about the gains and losses of one city or one place.
However, the Qianyuan Dynasty had been planning for hundreds and thousands of years, but it achieved nothing. The reason was naturally that it thought too much!
You think about everything, you are afraid of everything, you don’t dare to take the initiative to fight, and you only think about gods descending from heaven to show kindness. How is that possible?
"over thinking……"
Han Xuantong smiled bitterly.
It is true that the Sword Immortal Nanling has so many magical powers that even Taoist Ruhua is no match for him, but Taoist Sanchi has a great sect formation to urge him to use, and behind him is the Wanshi Tianzong...
He had powerful supernatural powers and could advance or retreat at will, but how could the Qianyuan Dynasty resist the thunderous wrath of Wanshi Tianzong?
"Master..."
Yan Xia was worried but couldn't catch up, so he could only look at Han Xuantong with disdain, then rolled his sleeves and entered the flying boat.
Han Xuantong was left standing silently, with unspeakable sadness in his heart:
"The way of heaven is like this, so what can it do, what can it do..."
…
Huhu~
The cold wind blew across the mountain tops, dark clouds gathered, and shadows once again enveloped the mountains.
Wandering in the shadows, Jiang Shentong was very careful at first, but soon realized something was wrong.
He traveled thousands of miles away, but he didn't encounter any disciples from the Cangjiang Sect on the way, only the rich smell of blood that seemed to be indispensable.
"Could it be..."
Jiang Shentong's thoughts changed, and he stepped suddenly, moving with the wind. When he emerged from the shadows again, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air:
"this……"
What appeared before his eyes was a mess, with broken mountain peaks, cracked earth, and palaces collapsed and broken...
Cangjiangmen, which covers an area of hundreds of miles, is in ruins!
"Cangjiangmen has been destroyed!!"
Jiang Shentong's face twitched, but he froze in place for some unknown reason.
He had dreamed of this scene countless times in the middle of the night, but now that he saw it, it felt like he was in a dream, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Until someone tapped him on the shoulder:
"Why is Jiang Daoyou so startled?"
Beidou was refining, his supernatural power was greatly improved, he defeated the enemy and gained a lot. Feeling the heavy human race bag, Yang Yu was in a good mood.
"Fellow Taoist, thank you so much, fellow Taoist Nanling, for avenging this great revenge on my 'Dongshan City'!"
Jiang ShenTong woke up as if from a dream. He didn't bother to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned around and was about to kneel down.
"Slow down!"
Yang Yu casually picked him up, and Jiang Shentong couldn't kneel down no matter what, but he still bowed and thanked him repeatedly.
"Why bother?"
Yang Yu couldn't hold him back, so he had no choice but to let go.
"This tribute is for my fellow villagers and elders who died in vain for no reason in Dongshan City."
Jiang Shentong bowed for a long time.
"Death in vain?"
Yang Yu accepted the bow, but didn't want him to bow again and again, so he asked instead.
"One hundred and twenty-four years ago, the old sake thief from Cangjiangmen killed millions of my fellow villagers in Dongshan City in order to complete the ceremony..."
Jiang Shentong's breathing became heavy.
"Millions of people? No, that Taoist sake master has no blood in his body, and his rank of Jiuyao seems to be the 'Demon Slayer Lord'..."
At this point, before Jiang Shentong could reply, Yang Yu had already guessed something:
"Captivity of demons?!"
The practice of keeping demons in captivity to complete rituals has existed since ancient times, and Yang Yu had heard of it a lot, but that was mostly in the Eastern Wasteland, Western Desert and other places, and this kind of thing should not happen in Nanling alone.
Because Nanling is the land of monsters, and there are countless monsters in the mountains, so why bother keeping them in captivity?
"yes!"
Seemingly sensing that Yang Yu was confused, Jiang Shentong gritted his teeth and said:
"Are you wondering, fellow Taoist, that the Immortal Sect is already hostile to the demon clan and have been fighting for tens of thousands of years, so why does the Cangjiang Sect keep demons in captivity to complete the ceremony?"
"I probably guessed something..."
Yang Yu frowned slightly, and his mood suddenly became very bad.
"The old sake thief is the 'Demon Slayer Lord'. The ritual before his promotion is to kill hundreds of demons and save all people. This is the purest level of immortality, but..."
The corners of Jiang Shentong's eyes were twitching:
"Slay the demons in front, save the people in the back! How can you save the people by going into the mountains to slay demons, but the demon tribe likes to live in the mountains and forests, and unless they hold a ceremony, they rarely go down the mountain..."
"So, just keep it in captivity by yourself."
Yang Yu's expression was cold.
There are people in secular dynasties who respect themselves as bandits, so it would not surprise him that the sect would keep demons in captivity.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't hate it...
"fine……
Jiang Shentong, who was in grief, seemed to have heard Yang Yu's words, and raised his head in surprise: "What, what?"
"Fortunately, he's not dead..."
As the strong wind roared, Yang Yu's magnetic magic power penetrated the sea of clouds like a rainbow and disappeared away from the dust.
"not dead……"
After Jiang Shentong was startled, he chased after him.
Huhu~
Yang Yu was walking across the sea of clouds, his eyes were cold, and thoughts in his heart were rising and falling.
Jiang Shentong's words made him feel extremely bad, but they also reminded him of some words in the book On Tribulation.
"Calamity and luck are always related. Tao and fruit are both good fortune and calamity!"
What if one day he cannot complete the ritual he wants to perform, or deviates from the precepts?
boom!
Pushing through the sea of clouds, Yang Yu's eyes fell on Xieshan City, or in other words, the bustling Martial Arts Gate.