The disciples of Maoshan Taoism watched Emperor Ziwei chatting with his Taoist disciples from a distance. Although they pricked up their ears to hear what they were talking about, they were too far away and could not hear any sound.

After a while, the emperor gently waved his hand and sent Lin Mosheng, who was already drunk, to the shore. "He is so drunk that he is smart. I heard that he has not yet given a Taoist title, so I will give him a 'Drunken Life'."

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The emperor left a word, then picked up the book on the desk and started reading. The boat floated gently, and soon disappeared into the water and sky where stars gathered in the sky.

The Maoshan disciples looked embarrassed and helped up Daozi, who was as drunk as mud.

Before they came, they were all warned by their teacher not to lose etiquette and to obey Daozi's arrangements, but why did Daozi just get drunk?

Zhou Liang glanced at Lin Mosheng thoughtfully, looked at the anxious Maoshan Taoist disciples, and said with a smile, "When you are drunk well, the emperor likes people who don't stick to trivial matters. Don't worry, Taoist Zuisheng and the emperor have a good talk."

It is a happy event to even receive a title from the emperor."

After hearing this, the Taoists from Maoshan reacted.

Granting a Taoist title is equivalent to giving a second name. If you don't attach great importance to your descendants, most respectable people will not give others a Taoist title at will.

Since the emperor did not blame him, it was not called a breach of etiquette, but the conversation was very pleasant. They nodded repeatedly and helped Lin Mosheng up.

Zhou Liang saw that Lin Mosheng had really passed out from drunkenness and had no interest in talking to the remaining Maoshan disciples, so he led the Maoshan Dao disciples out of the Ziwei Imperial Palace and took the Hongqiao road back.

On the Hongqiao, Zhou Liang looked at Lin Mosheng carefully from time to time, seeming to be thinking about something.

Because the identity difference is so big, even if the Maoshan Tao disciples around him are confused, they don't know how to ask.

Suddenly, Zhou Liang's expression changed drastically, as if he were mourning for his heir. He looked in the direction of Ziwei Star Palace in disbelief, and the calmness on his face became unbelievable, "Emperor?"

The surrounding Maoshan Dao disciples didn't know what was going on. They subconsciously followed Zhou Liang's gaze and looked in the direction of the Ziwei Imperial Palace.

Originally on the Hongqiao, traveling at the speed of light, they should have been able to distinguish only the faint light of stars.

But somehow, a towering tree suddenly grew in the direction of Ziwei Imperial Palace.

The trees were extremely majestic and had clear veins even at the speed of light.

There was no life on the dry branches, and the trunk was chewed directly from the middle, with huge tooth marks.

The only thing that can set off the trees is the light of the stars that are originally bright and can radiate to the sky. Compared with the big trees, they are as big as leaves. There are no green leaves and flowers on the withered branches. Instead, there are hanging

There are corpses bigger than the stars.

They were each wearing different clothes, some were Taoist clothes, some were monk's clothes, some were divine clothes, and there were also some weird clothes. There were even corpses hanging on some branches that did not look like humans at all.

And at the top of these corpses, at the top of the tree, there was a corpse hanging high. From a distance, it looked somewhat similar to Emperor Ziwei who had just been sitting on the boat, reading leisurely.

The corpse floated gently on the branches with the ups and downs of the void wave, and for a while, stars fell like rain.

Who am I, where am I, what do I do?

The three questions of life appeared in everyone's mind. Although everything happening in front of them was clear and clear, their brains could not process this fact at all.

Emperor Ziwei died. It was suspected that he was assassinated in the Ziwei Emperor Palace a few minutes ago, surrounded by stars.

"Emperor!"

Zhou Liang, as the Golden Immortal, was the first to react. He no longer cared about the people of Maoshan Road on the bridge, drove up the Hongqiao and rushed towards the huge dead tree.

Throughout the Ziwei Imperial Palace, the twenty-eight constellations guarding the palace also rioted. One after another, shocking sounds, the voices of weeping ghosts and gods shuttled through the void, converging into a message, "Taoist Sanzong assassinates the emperor, stop him!"

The stars all over the sky converged into one, forming a long river that reaches the sky and the earth. The long river has almost no beginning and no end. It overlaps with the long river of time, completely sealing the time and space before and after in this small section of 'river'.

Time froze, revealing a figure. He was wearing a Taoist robe from the Qing Dynasty to exorcise corpses, and he was holding a long yellow flag with words on it, 'Have a good journey, may you get promoted and make a fortune'.

The other hand holds a Sanqing copper bell, and a yellow cloth bag with Bagua patterns is hung around the waist.

Disciples of Maoshan Taoism are naturally very familiar with this costume. Wild Taoist priests who practice Maoshan Technique love this costume the most.

It's just that there is a clear halo of light hanging behind the man's head. In the halo, information gathers and turns into a fruit between existence and non-existence.

Vision, Tao fruit.

Honorable title, Tianzun.

If nothing else happens, this Taoist of the Three Burials should be respectfully called the Three Burials Tianzun.

Because the face of Taoist Sanzong was shrouded in halo, it was hard to see clearly under the dark sky. Only a pair of eyes were extremely aggressive.

Zhou Liang clearly saw the attire of the Three Burial Heavenly Lords, and subconsciously looked at the Maoshan Tao disciples behind him, his eyes red.

The Taoist priests from Maoshan were almost crying.

Not us, He has nothing to do with us.

Is it necessary now to educate the left envoy of the Pleiades Palace on the difference between Maoshan Shu and Maoshan Tao?

"Eh."

The Third Burial Tianzun looked at the Hongqiao controlled by Zhou Liang, and the long flag in his hand was like a sharp sword, and he slashed it.

"Be bold!"

Threatening voices sounded one after another, and the stars gathered to take the sharp sword.

But for some reason, the Hongqiao that Zhou Liang had condensed still shattered. The Hongqiao collapsed into glorious fragments, carrying the disciples of Maoshan Dao and falling downwards.

The long river of time that was originally covered by the galaxy and had solidified began to flow again as the Hongqiao was broken.

The vast river has been flowing continuously from ancient times to the present.

The Third Burial Heavenly Lord glanced into the distance, and with the huge dead tree behind him, he transformed into a silver fish, jumped into the river of time, and disappeared, leaving many stars with no time to stop him.

After waiting for two minutes, Zhou Liang struggled to break free from the river of time. Starlights condensed and turned into star officials. They looked at Zhou Liang warily and blocked Zhou Liang's path.

According to common sense, the three walls, four elephants and twenty-eight constellations they gathered together were enough to hold back the Great Luo Jinxian. Even though the Sanzong Taoist was an anomaly among the Great Luo Jinxian, it was absolutely impossible to break the formation so easily.

And just now, although I don't know what happened, the flaw happened from Zhou Liang.

Therefore, even if Zhou Liang is the left envoy of the Pleiades Palace, even if he is a close confidant of Emperor Ziwei, everyone has to wonder if Zhou Liang is a traitor.

Especially when Zhou Liangcai came out of Ziweixing Palace, the emperor was assassinated.

Zhou Liang also reacted, his eyes were as dark as water, and he said solemnly, "Everyone, I am waiting here. I believe many powerful people are already on their way."

Pleiades Star Lord pondered for a moment and then said, "Zhou Liang, if I remember correctly, you should be bringing Maoshan Taoist Master to meet the emperor this time, right?"

Zhou Liang cupped his hands and said, "Return to Mr. Xing, yes."

"Where is that Taoist priest from Maoshan?"

Zhou Liang looked at the long river of time that had disappeared into the heavens again, "The Hongqiao that I controlled just now was shattered. Maoshan Taoist Master and many Maoshan Taoists should be scattered in the heavens."

Pleiades Star Officer looked at the dark sky and said calmly, "Find them."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright purple light directly illuminated the dark sky. For a moment, the stars were dimmed. In the purple light, a lady was holding a dragon-headed staff.

Many star officials bowed their hands and said, "Greetings to Mrs. Ziguang."

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A broken world, the north wind howls, the sky is colorless, underground, tunnels connect each other, and the roaring steam continuously absorbs geothermal heat, maintaining a fragile civilization.

In the dark cave, Maoshan Dao Tu Ziyan captured a short and ugly humanoid creature.

"Everyone, who knows how to search for souls?"

Tu Ziyan asked.

The surrounding Maoshan Taoist priests were silent for a while. Although the method of searching for souls and the art of deceiving people are not taught within the sect, everyone who can practice to this level naturally has their own opportunity.

An inconspicuous Taoist priest of medium build stood up and said, "I can."

He didn't hesitate, just put his palm on the humanoid's forehead and started searching for information.

After a moment, he said with a slightly weird look, "My fellow disciples, this place should be a fragment of the world after the world of Nordic mythology was broken. You all know this kind of creature. It is the skilled craftsman dwarf in Nordic mythology, but in this piece of land

Among the fragments of the world,

They have lived for thousands of years without the nourishment of the sun, moon and stars, and their own race has rapidly degraded. Now it is far inferior to what it was before. They can only rely on huge instruments to extract the remaining power of the earth's veins, and at the same time they need to fight against it.

Frost giants above the ground."

"Norse mythology? How did we come to this world?"

"What just happened?"

"It seems that Emperor Ziwei was assassinated?"

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The Maoshan Taoist disciples came to their senses a little and began to assess their own situation.

However, after studying for a long time, they had to admit one thing, that is, they had only gathered one innate energy, and they were still in an out-of-body state. Faced with the assassination of Emperor Ziwei, they had no clue.

They also have no clue about the fallen fragments of the Nordic world.

Tu Ziyan glanced at Lin Mosheng, who was still drunk, and sighed, "Fellow disciples, let's not act rashly for the time being. Let's wait until Daozi wakes up before taking action."

Many adults in Maoshan Road were silent for a while, nodded and said, "Shan."

Lin Mosheng rubbed his forehead and woke up from his daze.

The hangover of the soul is more uncomfortable than the hangover of the body. There is still a large amount of undigested Sanguang Divine Water in his soul.
To be continued...