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Huh ~

In the sky, the white crane flapped its wings, and in the dizzying sky, Zhao Xuan drove the crane to the top of the barren mountain.

"teacher!"

Shaking the whisk, Zhao Xuanyi bowed slightly:

"The old Taoist Zhenyan has entered the northwest city. Yang Yu left the city to greet him with thirty miles. He has a very respectful attitude..."

On the top of the barren mountain, Taoist Yunni stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the huge city hundreds of miles away, like a giant beast lying across, and couldn't help but sigh:

"It is really sad, a generation of Taoist martial saints, a peerless figure, who ended up like this just by a single thought. It's so sad, and it's a pity..."

There are only a few people who have been born in the past and present, and those who have achieved success like Zhenyan Taoist can even be said to be earth-shaking.

His practice thirty years ago is still inferior to that of him.

If it weren't for the disaster, I'm afraid that now it would be enough to compete with Zhang Xuanba, the old demon of Heishan, Fan Ruyi, Mu Qingliu, Red Ridge King and others to compete for the world's number one hero.

How to...

Zhao Xuanyi shook his head slightly:

"With his relationship with Prince Zhao, if he recites Taoist scriptures quietly in the mountains, who can hurt him at all? If he dares to come out of the mountain, he must be prepared to face the consequences..."

Thirty years ago, the imperial court cleaned up the rivers and lakes, destroyed mountains and ruined temples. At that time, Zhang Xuanba was invincible with the unparalleled victory and the whole world respected him.

Buddhist forces led by Dachan Temple, Wuliang Sect, and Lanke Temple, Jianghu forces led by Zhujian Villa, and Taoist forces led by Xuankong Mountain all retreated one after another.

Like Yulong Temple, it is really...

"Maybe, this is his calamity?"

Taoist Yunni narrowed his eyes slightly, and an inexplicable look appeared on his half-dry and half-loving face:

"I heard that the immortals and Buddhas have five declines in heaven and man, three disasters and nine difficulties. People like me have already left the category of mortals in a sense. It is really a disaster, and maybe..."

On the top of the mountain, the master and the disciple said one by one. Before long, several flying eagles flew from afar, and several Taoists landed one after another.

"Teacher, Han Feng Mansion and Fang Yulong, the six gate masters led by the two men have reached hundreds of miles away..."

"Mr. Li, the Jinyiwei, came from Qingzhou and arrived soon. Wang Muzhi was suspected to be captured by him, and Yu Jing disappeared..."

"The masters from the East and West factories should have also come to Northwest Road, but they don't know where to go..."

"Half a quarter of an hour ago, Dao Ren Lin was found on the wasteland. He was suspected to be going to the northwest city..."

...

Several Taoists were concise and reported the information from all parties.

"It seems that His Majesty was really angry this time. In addition to stationing in Shendu, Wanlongdao, and tracking the Liansheng Sect and supervising the "Iron River", the masters who can be used by the court are probably coming to the Northwest Road..."

Zhao Xuanyi sighed slightly:

"Who could have expected that a small beggar from a small town around him had grown to this point in ten years..."

"This is the change of heaven."

The Taoist Yunni stretched out his hand, and the ubiquitous airflow gathered and hovered at his fingertips.

Heaven changes!

The Taoist Yunni sighed in his heart.

In the past three thousand years, there have been unique talents. In just a few decades, there has been no such person. However, there has been no such person in hundreds or thousands of years.

However, there are more than one in this world.

Zhang Xuanba, the old demon of Black Mountain, Fan Ruyi, Mu Qingliu, the Dharma King of Red Sun, and the Taoist of Zhenyan... These existences, except for the present, are all great heroes who can stand up to the forefront in any era in ancient and modern times.

But now, they can survive together!

Not only that, rising stars are emerging one after another. A little farther away, there are the little overlord "Qi Daoguang" and the little overlord "Yorong", and the closer one is, and the beheading sword.

It is said that a Buddhist son who was enlightened by a young man, shocked all the Buddha statues...

Why is this so?

It is because today's world is when an unprecedented change is coming.

"I'm afraid these people are waiting for you to take action."

Zhao Xuanyi's heart is bright.

Meng Hanguang's defeat shocked the government and the world. All the court masters who came to Northwest Road this time changed their faces. How many people, including him, dared to oppose the beheading knife?

Duan Qilong, Meng Hanguang, Ma Longtu, Zhang Xuanyi, Master Xujing...

This young hero is truly famous by stepping on the bones and fame of countless masters!

"Perhaps, not only waiting for the master to take action, but also waiting for the arrival of 'Nie Longtian'..."

Taoist Yunni casually kneaded the airflow in his palm, and a faint light shone in his eyes:

"But if the Truth Word doesn't go, he is afraid he won't show up. A peerless Martial Saint's death strike, both him and me, will never be willing to bear..."

Who is the Taoist of Mantra?

That is a world-class figure who can sit with Zhang Xuanba, the King of Zhao of the Western Palace, and even persuade the latter to return to the Linlong Dao.

Even if he is seriously injured and dies, he will not be able to make progress for thirty years. Who dares to attack him before he dies?

"If there is this old Taoist shelter from the wind and rain, not to mention it, in another twenty years, this young genius who was born as a beggar would be in no way to balance..."

Looking at the Northwest Road, Zhao Xuanyi's thoughts are quite complicated:

"Fortunately, he's almost dead."

"Yes, he's going to die...well?!"

Before he could reveal his words, Taoist Yunni suddenly jumped in his heart. He looked at him and saw that under the dark sky, above the heavy city in the northwest.

It seems that there is an old Taoist with an ancient pine stretching out its branches and white hair, standing under the ancient pine, looking here from afar, looking at each other...

"This is……"

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boom!

The electric snake and thunder dragon rage in the sky, illuminating the dark clouds that surging like the sea of ​​ink.

The heavy rain was coming in front of me, and the flying eagle flying in the sky screamed in horror and dived down to altitude.

"grown ups……"

Several masters from the Six Gates looked sad, and they protected the dream of sealing the acupoints, limbs, and true qi under the True Gang.

"Mr. Lin, this rain is probably not small. My injury is so serious that I cannot stand the invasion of wind and rain..."

A dark-faced man said in a deep voice.

"Not far away, there seems to be a mountain temple. Where can I rest for a while?"

Lin Zhou glanced at him and saw a dilapidated temple in the mountains and forests with the lightning.

Trepidation!

The flying eagle's reaction was faster, and it fluttered its wings and fluttered. In just a moment, it had arrived in front of the mountain temple.

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After glanced at the faint firelight in the mountain temple, Lin Zhou signaled slightly.

The other few people nodded, jumped off the flying eagle, and went in to investigate. Soon, a team of herb collectors were driven out.

"Everyone, we have requisitioned this temple!"

Lin Zhou threw two taels of silver over, and hugged Meng Hanguang, who could not move, and entered the mountain temple.

"Sir! The rain comes as soon as we say, and we have nowhere to go. We just want to shelter from the rain in a corner. We will not disturb the adults..."

After taking the broken silver, several herb collectors begged with a wry smile.

"roll!"

As soon as the true energy was exhaled, several people were overturned to the ground, and several masters from the six doors turned around and entered the temple.

"Cough, cough cough~"

The bonfire was rising, and Meng Hanguang was awakened by several people. He coughed lightly and his face looked very ugly.

After several months, the flying eagle had already left the Long Abyss, northwest, and Ding'an Road was about to be turned over, but the faint soul chain still exists!

"Prime Yang!"

Meng Hanguang gritted his teeth and restored his broken hands and feet. He struggled to cross his head. While he was healing his injuries, he couldn't help but wonder how to cut off the chain.
To be continued...