Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

In the evening, the moon and stars were thin, and the jackdaws were startled.

In the past, Zhong Lingyuxiu's Xianjia Taoist Temple was full of desolation and dilapidation.

The corpses were scattered everywhere, the rivers were stained with blood, and even the spring water flowing from the mountains was dyed a deep red.

Streams of light flowed in and out under the sky, and hundreds of royal court talismans invited out the treasured high-quality magic talismans to purify the resentment on Longhu Mountain.

The dragon veins here have been broken, and in a hundred years, it will become a place of absolute evil, just like the dojos of Changsheng, Taiyi and Panhuang in the past.

The army is mighty, and under the night, it seems like a ghost wandering in the world, looking for survivors in the mountains.

Emperor Qin's imperial decree, all the disciples of the apostles, will not be forgiven.

Flying boats flew from the depths of Longhu Mountain, carrying pills, magic weapons, ancient books and other spoils of Longhu Mountain, and sent them to the capital.

Two thousand years ago, Qin Wudi broke the three sects of Changsheng, Taiyi, and Panhuang, which also filled the royal treasury a lot.

"Dead... all dead..."

Zhou Dao stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the dark night, looking at the prosperity of the past, which was once turned into ruins, and all kinds of things that just entered Longhu Mountain that day seemed to be in front of him.

Yao Qinghe, Xia Hongyu, Su Linglong, Lu Haiwang... These partners or seniors now have a taste of right and wrong.

To a certain extent, they have all been counted as ruined people.

"Zhou Dao..." Huo Jinli turned to hold Zhou Dao's arm, knowing that he was in a very complicated mood at this time.

"This is reality." Shizhu's voice came from behind.

Huo Jinli turned to look: "Senior..."

"There is really no eternal inheritance in this world!" Zhou Dao murmured softly.

Yes, even the Sunset Sect, which was once invincible in the world, has withered away, let alone Longhu Mountain?

In this world, there is no such thing as eternal Taoism, and there is no invincible inheritance.

"His Majesty has great courage, and his wish is to conquer the ancestors, Emperor Wu..." Shizhu whispered.

In this battle, he also felt a lot of emotion, the Great Qin Imperial Family, the present His Majesty... Hidden too deeply and deeply, even as the Nine Gods Pillars, what they saw was only a corner.

"Does he want to annihilate the world's Taoism!?" Zhou Dao whispered.

"Don't talk nonsense." Shizhu frowned and said solemnly.

Even if you think like this in your heart, you can't say it, the heart is unpredictable, and you can't say it.

"Emperor Qin..." Zhou Dao's expression was slightly condensed, and the aloof figure appeared in his mind.

He had only met Qin Huang twice in total. The first time, Zhou Dao escorted the Earth King Relic into the palace.

At that time, Emperor Qin was just a mason who carved gods and Buddhas. He was unremarkable and unpretentious.

The second time, he was already sitting on top of the Golden Temple.

Even so, Zhou Dao felt that his Majesty the Qin Emperor was just a little more solemn.

Until today, he didn't know what it means to be mighty and mighty. When the king is angry, the heaven and the earth are repeated, and even the theocratic sect that has been passed down for endless years is destroyed day and night.

Tens of thousands of disciples, all the souls of the dead, dyed Longhu Mountain red.

"Zhou Dao, about the Longhu Mountain disciple you rescued..." Shizhu's eyes were deep, and he stopped.

Under the attention of the 100,000 army, Zhou Dao broke into the Dao realm and rescued at least hundreds of Dragon Tiger Mountain masters.

This kind of thing can't be filled by killing a Leng Qiuhan. Perhaps at this moment, Qin Huang has already received the news.

"Senior, I will bear the great sin, and I will guarantee those people." Zhou Dao said firmly.

Shizhu glanced at it, said no more, turned and stepped into the vast darkness.

Everyone has their own way to go.

Today's Zhou Dao has entered the realm of Dao, and he is no longer the little guy who needed someone to protect him from the wind and rain.

Now, it was his turn to protect others.

"Jinli, wait for me here." Zhou Dao turned around and held Huo Jinli's little hand.

"Well, I'll wait for you." Huo Jinli nodded obediently.

Zhou Dao stepped out one step at a time, walked into the depths of Longhu Mountain, followed the long-shattered Dari Peak, and stepped on the barren grass and stream of the past spiritual veins, constantly exploring backwards.

I don't know how long it took, but the twists and turns turned, and there seemed to be an ancient temple under the dark moonlight.

In the hunting mountain wind, a wisp of bright fire was beating.

Zhou Dao stopped, as if he saw a coffin in the ancient temple with a figure sitting on it.

"senior……"

Zhou Dao bowed deeply.

"Children... Even if you are a clan, you will be bound by this red dust..."

In the ancient temple, the figure of Wanfaxiang came.

The head of the spiritual vein did not appear until the destruction of Longhu Mountain. He was like a lonely soul in a barren tomb, sitting cross-legged in the ancient temple, guarding the coffin.

"Senior, I..."

For a while, Zhou Dao didn't know what to say.

The downfall of Longhu Mountain actually had little to do with him.

However, Lingmai, Demon Locking Prison...including Su Linglong are inextricably linked with him. To a certain extent, it was Zhou Dao who promoted this battle to destroy the law.

"Let's go." Wan Faxiang whispered, his voice was as calm as a long river, without the slightest wave.

"senior……"

"After the Daoshan Alliance, you can come again." Wanfaxiang's voice was like ripples in autumn water, slowly swaying, but then slowly dissipating.

Zhou Dao looked up, and in the whimpering mountain wind, there were no ancient temple lights, only grass and grass, all bowing their heads.

"Longhu Mountain just disappeared?"

Among the ruins in the deep mountains, Jiang Yuan, with the help of Lin Xiaoxiao, was searching for and identifying something among the corpses.

The young Jiang Yuan experienced the destruction of Longhu Mountain.

Years later, this may become a highlight of his life qualifications.

However, right now, he didn't have the heart to think about it.

"Jiang Yuan, your injury hasn't fully recovered, what are you looking for?"

Lin Xiaoxiao supported Jiang Yuan, who was stumbling, and persuaded him.

"They're all dead... Are they all dead!?"

Jiang Yuan was a little dazed. Even as a genius of the Imperial Demon Division, he had never experienced such a brutal war or seen such a tragic massacre.

The battle had far-reaching consequences for him.

hum...

Suddenly, the mountain wind swayed, Jiang Yuan's complexion changed slightly, and there seemed to be a flash of black energy in his sight.

He raised his head suddenly, but saw a figure standing on the big bluestone not far away. The figure was thin, and the dazed black air seemed to merge with the dark night, as if a cloak and a cloak wrapped his figure.

"Consumption...rat..." Jiang Yuan exclaimed in disbelief.

That face was undoubtedly Qi Hao.

It's just that he is no longer the same as before, his icy eyes are like an abyss, without the slightest emotional fluctuations, but the moment he saw Jiang Yuan, his originally indifferent face flashed a complicated expression.

"Ginger..." Qi Hao whispered, and Han Che's voice wavered.

"Great, you're not dead... Haha..." Jiang Yuan laughed and was about to pounce.

"Ginger..." Qi Hao suddenly called out.

Jiang Yuan was startled, then stopped subconsciously, staring blankly at the figure in the dark night.

"forget me, please."

As he spoke, Qi Hao turned around and disappeared into the vast darkness under Jiang Yuan's puzzled eyes.

"Qi Hao... Qi Hao..."

Finally, Jiang Yuan shouted loudly, but the only person who responded to him was Hunting Shanfeng.

...

Thousands of miles away, by the mountains.

The whimpering river winds like a dragon, roaring away into the distance.

Under the moonlight, a beautiful figure stood by the river, and the white dress was stained with blood, like a cold plum in the winter snow.

A bright moon in the river was swept away by the running water and turned into shimmering waves, reflecting Su Linglong's stunning face even more poignantly.

She stood on the edge of the river, letting the river water soak the dress on her legs and feet.

"The head of the Yangliujiang River is Yangliuchun, and Yang Huachou kills the people who cross the river. A few bagpipes leave the pavilion late, and I ask Xiaoxiang-Jun to Qin..."

In the distance, a small boat came slowly.

In the moonlight, the boatman who punted the boat sang loudly, bringing a little life to the cold night. It seemed that she was not alone in this vast world.

"I go to Xiaoxiang... Jun Xiangqin..." Su Linglong murmured softly.

Her beautiful eyes were condensed, and with a dim light, she looked back at the direction of Longhu Mountain, and immediately stepped out, like an exiled immortal, and disappeared above the vast river night.

...

Late at night, inside the palace.

Inside the Qianyang Palace.

The incense was lingering, running like a dragon, setting off the figure in the azure drapery tent even more mysteriously.

Qin Huang looked at the report in his hand and said nothing.

"Mijueluo... as expected of the true inheritance of Longhu Mountain." Qin Huang sighed softly.

"Your Majesty, the brave marshals him..."

In the center of the hall, a black-robed man stood respectfully, hesitating to speak.

The Marquis of Divine Bravery was a master of the Imperial Palace, a nobleman in the army, and this time he conquered Longhu Mountain and died, and not even the whole body was left.

This news was originally nothing special, but...

How can the affairs of the world pass through the eyes and ears of Emperor Qin! ?

"Thick burial." Qin Huang just said two words lightly.

"According to the order." The black-robed man's heart froze for a while, and he didn't say anything more, he changed his words: "Your Majesty, this King Yuan's rebellion, in front of a hundred thousand army, hides thieves and rebels, such a serious crime, I'm afraid... "

Having said that, the black-robed man spoke for a while.

He is well aware of Emperor Qin's temperament. He seems to be aggressive and confused, but in fact he is aloof and self-respecting, and no one can go against his will.

Zhou Dao hid hundreds of Longhushan disciples in front of a hundred thousand troops, and even the Marquis of Brave died because of him.

Such a rebellious act is simply a challenge to the majesty of the imperial court.

Such sins cannot be covered up by any means.

"It's not a big crime, it's just the spirit of a child, but it's quite interesting."

There was a chuckle from the Emperor Qin from the blue gauze curtain.

The black-robed man raised his head suddenly, showing a look of surprise, as if he didn't hear the words just now.

"The decree, Yuan Wang is wise and courageous, has made great achievements in destroying the Dao, and has been named Shao Si Zongbao to walk in the palace." Qin Huang said lightly.

"What?" The black-robed man couldn't believe it.

Shao Si Zongbao?

That is the teacher who teaches the prince, and ordinary people cannot grant it. This is a great honor and reward.

"According to...according to the order..."

The black-robed man panicked.

"Unfortunately, there is no Longhu Mountain in this world anymore..."

Qin Huang sighed, and the incense lingered around, covering the stalwart figure.

...

The mountains are towering, undulating like a dragon, submerged in the long night.

If the immortal family visits the Taoist Master, they must climb the Nine Mountains to look at the Nanshan Mountain.

Since ancient times, Jiuwen Mountain has been the dojo of the [Tianshi Dao], and it is also one of the six holy places of Taoism today.

In the ancient bronze temple, a simple incense table is dedicated to a tablet with only one word "Tao" on it.

"Today's Emperor Qin's aura is amazing. He wants to overshadow the achievements of Taizu Wudi... Old Daoist really lost his sight back then..."

Before the incense table, a tall and tall old Taoist priest looked at the letterhead in his hand and made a summary.

As the headmaster of Tianshi Dao, when he received this news, his unmoving heart was still shaken like never before.

"Brother in charge, Qin Huang's ambition is probably more than that."

"When he was in the capital, he was only a prince. I saw this man, his eyebrows were like flat rivers, and there were no ravines in his chest. He was not a great weapon. I didn't expect him to hide so deeply. I know..." Tianshi Taoist headmaster whispered.

"Emperor Qin is ambitious and ambitious. He wants to annihilate the world's legal system, stifle the mortal divine power, focus on beliefs, and be the only one in the world... It's only a matter of time before he makes a move, but the old man did not expect that he would make a move on Longhu Mountain first..."

The headmaster of Tianshi Dao waved his hand, and the letterhead on his fingertips burned and turned to ashes.

"Good spirit, good means..."

"Brother Zhang, destroying Longhu Mountain, I'm afraid that Emperor Qin will not stop there." A worried voice echoed in the hall.

"Destroyed Longhu Mountain..." Tianshi Taoist headmaster chuckled.

"The world's rivers and mountains are the place of return, and incense has always gathered people's hearts... Let's see if Emperor Qin has the fate of the Taizu." Tian Shidao waved his hand, and the incense on the desk suddenly blared.

"Let him go back to Beijing."

"Headmaster, you mean..."

Beside him, the fat Taoist priest showed a look of astonishment, and immediately left the bronze hall respectfully.

Tianlu thirty-seven years, in June.

The emperor issued an edict, scolding dragons and tigers as outsiders, sending 100,000 troops to destroy the Dharma, and the world shook.

In the same year, the imperial court ordered all regions, governments, cities and towns to supervise the incense of outsiders. Anyone who found a thief who violated the inheritance would be sealed as a person of incense, and handed over to the superior criminal department for serious punishment.

For a time, all parties were shaken, and the imperial court divided its forces into various regions and began an unprecedented purge.

...

This day, early in the morning.

The sun rises in the east, and a ray of light shines on the ancient mottled walls of the capital.

The city gate just opened wide, and a carriage slowly drove in. The scrawny old horse seemed to be struggling, staggering and walking extremely slowly.

"Hurry up, hurry up, and stop people from entering the city?"

Behind ~www.readwn.com~ a line of caravans blocked the door, and the wealthy businessman at the head got a little impatient and drove away with a whip.

The thin old horse still went his own way, but this voice made the big dog who had been guarding by the city gate **** up his ears.

"Huh!?" The big dog moved his nose, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he saw a big stick bone, and rushed towards it.

"Blind your dog's eyes, how dare you bark in front of my master?"

The big dog spat out words, so frightened that the wealthy businessman fell off the carriage with a "poof".

"Dog, don't scare people." At this moment, an indifferent voice came from the carriage.

Ha Shiqi stuck out his tongue, glared at the wealthy businessman, and turned around to clear the way.

On this day, King Yuan returned to Beijing.

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