Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

It has been half a month since the end of the Yuanwang Dharma Conference.

Within half a month, there was rumors all over the world, and all parties moved, and the discussion about Yanjun has never stopped.

Hidden merit and fame, the world knows the battle.

For this new Jin Yuan Wang, Jianzhu disciple, everyone is watching, inquiring, the intelligence network of the major forces is running wildly, trying to find out the true identity of this person.

This is the true reputation of the world. When Yan Jun was promoted to Yuan Wang, he was already honored, and such a light stone could not cover it up.

However, after the end of the Yuan Wang Fa Conference, the true pride of heaven seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, with no traces to be found and nowhere to be found in the world.

This is simply too abnormal.

The Yuan kings of all dynasties have never seen such a strange existence, pushing all enemies horizontally, stepping on the corpses of the arrogant gods to the throne.

Such dazzling brilliance should have been worshipped by the world.

However, he regarded it as nothing and was arrogant. After completing this feat that was enough to record history, he floated away, hiding his merit and fame.

So unrestrained, so mysterious, so out of the way... This not only gave Yan Jun a thick layer of mystery, but also gave many people a lot of imagination.

Yan Jun, he fits everyone's imagination of the peerless evildoer.

To this end, Jiuding Chamber of Commerce's "Xiu Xian Xiaobao" published nine special issues in a row, with a large-scale serialized analysis report on Yanjun's identity, and the clues gathered by various parties were gradually connected under the analysis.

For a time, paper was expensive in the capital, whether it was merchants and pawns, princes, nobles, or Taoist priests... Every day, they looked forward to it, waiting for the latest argument and analysis of the "Xiu Xian Tabloid."

In the end, after nine issues of serialization, the "Xiu Xian Tabloid" came to an extremely rigorous and responsible conclusion.

The identity of Yanjun is very mysterious, and only Jianzhu should know.

"Listening to your words, you are better than reading ten books! As expected of the "Xiu Xian Tabloid, it's a bit of a touch, and the analysis is really reasonable."

"Did you go out on a horse today and leave your head at home? Are you fooling me with a horse? You still need him to analyze this kind of conclusion? Do you want to make money?"

"If Yan Jun is on fire, he will die? It's really ugly to eat a horse, but if you look closely, it makes sense, but Jian Zhu is not the only one who knows Yan Jun's identity."

"I heard that the palace has issued three consecutive edicts to the Yu Yaosi to invite Yan Jun to enter the palace, but Jian Zhu blocked them back."

On Guangling Street, in a teahouse, a group of sons and brothers gathered in three or five groups, holding the "Xiu Xian Tabloid," each expressing their opinions and discussing constantly.

Since the end of the Yuanwang Puja, scenes like this have been staged every day.

This time, the Yuan Wang Fa will provide too many topics for the children of noble families who have nothing to do.

Ye Kong's fall, Zhou Dao's tragic defeat, Yan Jun's birth, the reaction of the Imperial Palace...

None of these can arouse the curiosity of everyone.

"It's such a pity for Zhou Dao. He was only one step away from losing in Ye Kong's hands. I don't know if he died or not."

"I heard that Ye Kong was a half-step Yuan Wang long before the Yuan Wang Dharma Conference, and that kind of power cannot be resisted by manpower. Zhou Dao will fight against it and sink into the abyss.

"I don't think he's dead. I heard that on the Most Wanted Kills list of the Imperial Palace, Yan Jun has jumped to the top of the list, Lin Jie is the second, and Zhou Dao is the third."

"Even if he didn't die, he was probably destroyed. At that level, it's a miracle to survive."

If you want to talk about the biggest regret of this Yuan Wang Fa Conference, I am afraid it is Zhou Dao.

Many people are regretting that such a coercion has taken advantage of the opportunity to enter the central tomb before everyone else, and it is only half a step away from becoming the king of Yuan.

There was a moment when that man was infinitely close to success.

It's a pity that he was defeated in the end. Facing Ye Kong, he was powerless to fight back. Even if he survived, he would be seriously injured and his future was bleak.

King Yuan's Fahui, the powerful and unparalleled Ye Kong, and Zhou Dao, who was born out of nowhere, all turned into foils, and achieved the fierce name of Lord Yan.

When you think about it carefully, you can't help but sigh.

...

Lingzhao Mountain, the Imperial Palace.

In the solemn and magnificent hall, Ye Miaoxian sat in a high position.

Since the end of King Yuan's ceremonial meeting, the Palace Master has only appeared once, that is, entering the palace to face the saint.

As for what she and His Majesty talked about, no one knows.

"Isn't that kid named Zhou Dao dead?"

The cold voice resounded in the hall, containing endless majesty.

Xu Jiansheng's body was lowered even lower. He took a step forward cautiously, and said in a condensed voice, "He survived from the Yuan Wang Fahui, and now he seems to be protected by Yu Yaosi."

"Yu Yaosi!?" Ye Miaoxian frowned slightly.

"This kid has a weird identity."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was moved.

Zhou Dao's appearance is indeed extremely abrupt, his identity is mysterious, and he was born out of nowhere. No one knows his origin.

"The same is true for Jianzhu's disciples, they cannot be probed..." Ye Miaoxian said in a condensed voice.

Elder Tianxing's heart moved: "The meaning of the palace master is..."

Zhou Dao and Yan Jun are probably the same person.

This is not impossible, to some extent, the two have too many similarities.

The same mystery, the same low-key, born out of nowhere, with high strength, and they are all inextricably linked with Yu Yaosi.

"I need to confirm as soon as possible that Jianzhu's little apprentice has inherited the throne of King Yuan, and he has cultivated the Qi of King Yuan, so he should be very good at investigating."

Ye Miaoxian's voice was cold, and the Imperial Palace had hosted so many sessions of Yuan Wang's ceremonies, and her understanding of Yuan Wang's anger research had reached an extremely terrifying level.

Not to mention, they still hold the corpse of the previous King Yuan in their hands.

Yan Jun may not be able to find it, but Zhou Dao is right under his nose. Through verification, it can be determined whether the two are the same person.

"King Yuan, it must be in our hands." Ye Miaoxian stood up.

"I want to remind you that the Sixth Daomen will soon send a master here."

As soon as these words came out, the air pressure in the hall dropped a lot.

In the world, it is not only the strength of the capital that is staring at King Yuan, but also the Sixth Avenue Gate.

Shortly after the end of the Dharma Meeting of the Kings of Yuan in all dynasties, Liudaomen will send experts to visit the capital in person.

"King Yuan's dharma meeting is a great sacrifice for my court. Those Taoist priests always want to get their hands on it, it's just presumptuous."

At this moment, an elder snorted coldly.

Ye Miaoxian's beautiful eyes narrowed and she glanced at her, but did not speak.

There are some secrets, only the real high-level people know about it.

To some extent, the causal relationship between the Sixth Daomen and Yuan Wang is deeper, far above the Imperial Palace.

Because the builder of the tomb back then had the great power of the ancestors of the Sixth Daomen.

Back then, that group of Taoist priests traveled around the world, refining dragon veins with anti-sky magic powers, and starting the Yuanwang Dharma Assembly.

Such a crazy move can be regarded as shocking in the bright years when the stars gathered.

No one knows who came up with such a heaven-defying idea, and brought together so many unparalleled masters of magic.

In the long river of history, there are always some unknown secrets.

No one knows what happened, and the Sixth Daomen deliberately concealed and obliterated some facts, especially the existence of the newest person who proposed the creation of the Yuanwang Dharma Association.

It seems to have become a taboo among the Sixth Avenue Gate.

"Confirm as soon as possible and keep an eye on that kid named Zhou Dao."

Ye Miaoxian didn't say much, the decree was like a mountain, turned around and left.

...

Longhu Mountain, sitting on the Forgotten Peak.

Clouds and mists are like the sea, immortal birds chirping, and red clouds are like the sky.

A girl in a purple skirt stepped on the clouds and stepped into the air. The purple-colored Zhen Qi] was like a spirit snake, gathering water vapor and dropping a burst of nectar.

Walking in the sky, transforming into an image, this is the ability only possessed by the strong in the real realm.

Obviously, this girl in the purple skirt is a real powerhouse.

"Girl, your Spirit Rain Technique] is finally ready."

Sitting on the Wangfeng Peak, a middle-aged man came out. He was wearing a Taoist robe, with a whisk in his hand, with a smile on his face, showing satisfaction.

"It still won't work." Jin Shuanglin took his Zhen Qi and landed on the Xiao Zhan Wang Peak, with a look of disappointment on his pretty face.

"I heard that when Senior Sister Jiang first entered the real world, she cultivated the Spirit Rain Technique to the highest level, which can bring down a pool of nectar..."

Jin Shuanglin was a little dissatisfied, the Lingyu technique is a fairly well-known technique in Longhu Mountain, which can call the wind and call the rain.

Although she has a good talent, but after practicing this technique for half a year, she just got some fur, and the nectar that has just fallen is not enough to make a pot of tea.

"Your Senior Sister Jiang's Sunflower Water Spiritual Qi] is naturally compatible with the Spirit Rain Technique. It is natural to get twice the result with half the effort when you practice it. Your Wuyan Spiritual Qi is more than strong, but your Yin spirit is insufficient. Naturally, you need to be more thoughtful." The middle-aged Taoist priest Wei Wei laughed.

Opening the altar and ascending the spirit, stepping into the real world, each person worships different gods, and the transformation of the real energy is also very different. Some techniques are naturally compatible with a certain type of real energy.

"When you step into the Yuanyuan Realm, you should be able to cultivate the Spirit Rain Technique to a great extent." The middle-aged Taoist reassured.

The refining realm has nine realms.

There are also five-step changes in the real world.

The first step is to build Qi.

The second step, return.

The third step, Cheng Gang.

The fourth step is to open up the sea.

The fifth step, the gantry.

There is a Taoist book, one step is life and death, ascending to immortals and looking at the Dragon Gate.

Use the Qi as a boat to cross the Linghai Sea and jump over this gate to transform into a real dragon.

The five realms of the real world are the five major gates. Every time they break one level, they will be reborn and their strength will rise sharply.

"Senior Sister Jiang's talent and fortune, it took me five years to cultivate into Guiyuan. I don't know how long it will take." Jin Shuanglin was a little discouraged.

"Going to the capital this time may be your chance." The middle-aged Taoist said solemnly: "There is a place where the dragon energy gathers in the world, where the avenues are prosperous, and the techniques are avoided. Maybe you will have unexpected gains."

"The capital...is it for the new King Yuan?" Jin Shuanglin's expression was slightly condensed.

Although the Sixth Daomen is hidden from the world, it has also heard of the Yuanwang Dharma Assembly.

At that time, Zhou Xuan was born, and once climbed Longhu Mountain, and his swordsmanship was shocking, leaving an indelible memory of the older generation of powerhouses.

Now that thirty-three years have passed, the birth of a new Yuan Wang will naturally attract the attention of the younger generation.

Especially Jin Shuanglin, her uncle was defeated by Zhou Xuanjian back then, and since then he has been crazy, and the whole person is like a corpse, completely useless.

"It's good if you know, this time you are just going along, seeing the world, following behind the elders, don't act arbitrarily." The middle-aged Taoist said with a stare.

"King Yuan..." Jin Shuanglin pouted: "I didn't even step into the real world, what a big deal."

"If we meet, I would like to see and see."

"Ignorance, since he is the king, he is comparable to the real world without entering the real world." The middle-aged Taoist shook his head.

Back then, he was still a teenager with thick hair, and he witnessed the horror of that man with his own eyes.

At that time, Zhou Xuan had not yet entered the real world, but the real world that died under his sword was one after another.

That kind of power and despair feels extremely real when I think about it now.

hum...

At this moment, a paper kite flew through the sea of ​​clouds, fell into the hands of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and turned into a letter.

The middle-aged Taoist opened his eyes and frowned.

"Master, what's wrong?" Jin Shuanglin asked.

"That kid named Wang Xiaoyi ran away again." The middle-aged Taoist said condensedly.

"What? The law enforcement team failed to catch him?" Jin Shuanglin said in surprise.

A few days ago, she vaguely heard a colleague talk about the law enforcement team dispatching dozens of experts to arrest a loose cultivator named Wang Xiaoyi.

At the beginning, Jin Shuanglin didn't care, he just regarded it as a demon cultivating sorcery.

Now it seems that it is not so simple.

"But he has been seriously injured and can't run very far." The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the letterhead in his hand: "The direction this kid is fleeing is the capital..."

"If you can meet him and catch him, it will be a great achievement, enough to send you to the Thousand Gods Temple."

"What?" Jin Shuanglin was surprised.

The Thousand Gods Temple is one of the most important places in Longhu Mountain. Even if it is the real world, it is impossible to enter it at will, and even Senior Sister Jiang is not qualified.

How could that man named Wang Xiaoyi be so important?

"Remember, you must live." The middle-aged Taoist urged.

"Master, what is the origin of this kid?" Jin Shuanglin couldn't help but ask.

"Don't ask too much." The middle-aged Taoist solemnly urged: "Remember, if you meet this person, you must catch him alive. Only alive is valuable."

"have you understood?"

"Understood."

Jin Shuanglin nodded. She had never seen Master so serious before, so she will keep this matter firmly in her heart~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Beijing, Yu Yaosi.

As soon as it was dawn, the locks of the nineteen gates of Jiuya slowly opened.

Columns of Demon Slayer Guards with iron hooves and red pythons rushed out of the Suzaku Gate, heading in different directions.

Every day, the Yuyao Division will receive a large number of tasks, people will not stop, there will be three shifts and two posts, and there are always these Yuwei guards on the road to slaying demons and eradicating demons.

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

In the backyard, Luo Qiqi was very busy. Although she was dressed very plainly and her hair **** in a bun, the fullness of her heart still caught the attention of passers-by, and her eyes swayed.

"Luo Qiqi, buy buns for your class leader again."

In the distance, someone laughed.

"Um……"

Luo Qiqi was about to turn around to say hello when her head hit the door beam.

She gritted her teeth, puffed out her cheeks, reluctantly rubbed her little head, and ran towards the backyard like the wind.

"Luo Qiqi is really pitiful. After following such a waste class leader, there is no way out in this life."

"What class leader, there are only two people in their class including Luo Qiqi."

"The Demon Sealing Master is a chore, and if there is no one in the court, if you still do this, this life is over."

The two Demon Sealing Masters looked at each other, their faces flushed, and walked towards their classrooms.

In the corner, an unremarkable yard.

As soon as Luo Qiqi stepped in, she couldn't hold it any longer. She protected her chest with one hand and supported her knee with the other. She took a deep breath and blushed.

"Little Qiqi, have you bought the buns?"

Suddenly, a lazy voice came from the classroom.

"I bought it back, and it's still... still hot." Luo Qiqi responded quickly, becoming serious.

"Is it stuffed with pork and green onions!?"

At this moment, the door opened, and Zhou Dao walked out slowly with sleepy eyes.