"Impossible, you masters who have surpassed the realm of Heavenly Venerable will do that incomplete thing, and it is impossible to get out of here! It is impossible that someone can break the gate of the Demon Realm! It is impossible!" The Ziji Demon King's body was covered with terror, as if he could swallow his life's wounds at any time.

Although Yue Shenji had a slight advantage in one fight against three, he was also seriously injured. At this time, the enemy's strength dropped greatly. The threat to him was greatly reduced. However, he looked sad and his whole body seemed to have aging instantly. He murmured in his heart: "Fuyin! My disciple Fuyin!"

*******Sexy dividing line*********

The major forces that signed the "Qianqiu Covenant" with the four realms could not stand there instantly. Most of the territorial cultivation resources of the Xuanhuang Realm before Wuwei Taoism had more valuable Xuanhuang merits, and they all jumped out one after another.

The first force that jumped out was the Great Leiyin Temple, which closed the mountains and avoided the world in troubled times and opened the mountains to welcome incense in prosperous times.

"Amitabha! All sentient beings commit sins, and their cause and effect follow the Buddha's master to descend to the purity of the world. The fate of the world is very bad. This is destined to be destined. God's will cannot be violated. However, my Buddha's great compassion is still at the most critical moment to save all sentient beings in water and fire!" The magnificent, majestic and solemn Buddhist temples are springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain in the mysterious land to protect the world. If you offer incense, you will be treated very well.

"The Nine-Piercing Heavenly Demon Palace comes to defend Xuanhuang and return blood to blood!"

"The coming of the Nine Heavens Immortal Music Saint will surely eradicate all evil forces that harm Xuanhuang, and restore the prosperity and harmony of the former singing and dancing!"

"Kunlun Ruins come to help! Xuan Huang is suffering! Kunlun Ruins is late!

"All the philosophers and hundreds of schools! The land in Xuanhuang's extreme east is not infringed, but it is just a refuge from Wuwei Taoism. The great disaster has come and it has not yet produced any strength. It is very ashamed that this time, the Qianqiu Covenant and Wuwei have been torn down on the spot, and then it becomes the boundary line of the imperial domain. The imperial court does not marry, does not cede land, does not pay tribute, and does not sign a treaty that loses Xuanhuang's dignity. The emperor guards the gate of the demon world, and the king dies in the country! The king of the hundreds of schools, the nine-five supreme emperor of the imperial court - Wang Hai is the first to win!"

"The Shushan Demon Locking Tower was opened by the four realms, and all the great monsters were released. Mortals were invaded by monsters and sected all the power of the entire sect to capture them all last night and rushed back to the Demon Locking Tower immediately to Wuwei Taoism!"

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After three days of war, the four realms were defeated. The masters of the four realms worked together to tear apart a corner of the Daoxuan Thirteen Seals, and took some elite troops to break through the void. The leader of Wuwei used the supreme Taoism to cut through the void to suppress the Emperor and God and the foot of Wuwei Mountain. The mountain sank. Wuwei Taoism then fell forever and suppressed the underground Lord of the two realms and accompanied the supreme treasure nine-level demon-subduing tower to seal a demon sect!

Buddhists have spread all over Xuanhuang, and the incense is soaring, and the power of faith is constantly pouring into Daleiyin Temple. Buddhism reveals his terrible power and minions.

A little novice actually accepted Di Ting, an ancient beast that had been regained freedom from the Nine-Level Demon-Subduing Tower as a mount and guarded his Taoist guard. Di Ting, the ancient gods retreated to the three sacrificial beast Di Ting, and the Heavenly Lord did not come out to Di Ting as king.

There is another small shaman who subdued the ancient ferocious beast Qingliu who regained freedom from the Nine-level Demon-Subduing Tower, another small shaman who subdued the ancient ferocious beast Six-toothed White Elephant who regained freedom from the Nine-level Demon-Subduing Tower, and another small shaman who is like a celestial immortal who subdued the ancient ferocious beast Golden Retriever who regained freedom from the Nine-level Demon-Subduing Tower... Such a young and low-level cultivation can do such an incredible and shocking thing, the worldviews of many mysterious cultivators have been subverted, and a wave of worshipping Buddhism has been set off.

As time goes by, the world's peace gradually moves towards prosperity, but Wuwei Taoism, which saved the world, does not have the Daxing sect but hides alone in the mountains, carrying a mission to protect the world's peace. Perhaps next time the world is in chaos, there will be a chance to see them. As time goes by, Wuwei Taoism is forgotten by the world and eliminated the people in the imperial realm and those top forces, and even the achievements of saving the world belong to Buddhism.

*******Sexy dividing line*******

In the second world, white and fluffy snowflakes floated in the sky, and singing and dancing sounds came from the high building, and dog barking sounds came from the high building. An old madam led a few women with a decline in appearance to pour the leftovers into the dog trough, looking at the twelve big wolf dogs who were having a lot of food and drink and said, "Eat more, and look at the house after eating!"

A pair of black and bright eyes were revealed in a small snow-covered pile next to the dog hole in the corner of the wall. As the madams and the others left, a frozen little boy crawled into the dog trough like a dog, took out a black cloth bag from his ragged clothes, and took out some food that was more convenient to preserve and fill his hunger.

The dozens of big wolf dogs seemed to be unseen at the little boy. For a friend who has been fighting for food with them since they remembered it, and who has been bitten to come here for several years, what else can they do? They can only eat quickly or they will go hungry again.

The little boy carried a large bag of packages half the size of his body next to the dog hole, and patted the tails of the twelve big wolf dogs with his cracked hands: "Old guys, please trouble you to go hungry again!"

After drilling out of the dog hole, the young body carried half of the body's size, but there was no difficulty at all. He quickly walked into the meteor and walked forward. Eight pairs of eyes in the dilapidated Taoist temple looked straight at the black cloth bag in front of the boy, but no one left. Instead, he sat cross-legged and shaking his head and recited the "Tao Te Ching of All Learnings" compiled by the hundreds of schools of thought. This book is a road for those who have no talent for martial arts in his martial arts or have no resources to support the road of martial arts in his mind. The Avenue of Stars has a certain chance of becoming a saint from literature.

"Cultivate literature! Confucianism's purpose!" The blind old man with his meridians broken by his hands and feet asked the boy who had just put down his black cloth bag.

"Cultivate yourself, manage your family, govern the country, and pacify the world!" The little boy didn't know what the meaning of these answers were, but he only knew that his answer would make the grandfather who adopted them nine orphans and beggars happy.

"Soldiers are the devilish way. How can we solve it?"

"Attack him unpredictable!"

"What is Zongheng?"

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The old man asked Xiuwen one by one, and half an hour later, a hint of relief appeared on his face.

"The last question is, what is the savior sect in the Pure World War?" The old man happily stroked Xiuwen's forehead.

"Wuwei Taoism!" Xiu Wen replied with a gleeful look on his face. He liked to hear his grandfather telling the story of the battle of the Pure World.

"Very good. You guys should learn more from Xiuwen. Memorize your book well and don't be lazy! Come and have a meal!" As soon as the old man finished speaking, the other eight children opened the black cloth bag in an orderly manner to sort the food inside and share it together!

The old man sat peacefully on the side and felt the children's excitement silently, and sighed from time to time.

Six years later, another winter passed and spring came, but the old man's life fire was lit and secretly grasping Wen Xiu's hand tightly - "Xu Wen! I was originally the master of the saint, but I was framed by the traitor Wu Yue. Both the people and the master were deceived. My cultivation was abolished by the punishment of the wise and the punishment of the wise. I want you to get the top scholar in Wen to get close to him, collect his many crimes and finally announce his ugly face to the world. This is the regret and pursuit of the teacher for the rest of his life. I hope you can do it!"

Xiu Wen's face was full of shock. His master's identity and his master's enemy turned out to be the best-selling master Wu Yue in the Divine Realm. As soon as he entered the Divine Realm, he had a reputation that no one could stop him from being sharp. He was in his prime and was one of the most expected candidates to become the Supreme Heavenly Lord Taoist Fruit. He was an idol worshipped by the Chinese people, but no matter who he was, if the master had not starved to death on the streets, the master was the best person in the world, and the master's enemy was my mortal enemy.

"Don't worry, Master, you must remember the cultivation of literature in your heart, and you will never refuse to die!"

Xiuwen's unwavering voice echoed in the old man's ears, and the old man left with a smile.

"master-"

"master-"

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The cries of nine teenagers came from the dilapidated Taoist temple. Li Xiuwen was eleven years old that year.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!