Dragon and Tiger Taoist

Zhuque City, the capital of the Dali Dynasty.

With seventy-two volcanoes as its foundation and drawing inspiration from all directions, the city wall towers into the clouds, as if the boundary cannot be seen. Suzaku City is like a proud Suzaku, overlooking the entire world.

Deep in the palace, a red fire sycamore grows tall and bathed in flames. Its lush canopy covers half of the palace.

Footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged man wearing a red Suzaku robe and a gold crown, with a thin figure, a sallow complexion, and deep eyes, vaguely burning with two clusters of flames, came under the red fire sycamore. There was a long-lasting aroma on his body. The majesty of being in a high position.

Seeing this man, several Liyan birds perched on the sycamore tree glanced at him and stopped paying attention.

"Ancestor, Wushuang's life fire has been extinguished, the wild people have conquered Shaoyang County, and the entire county has become the blood food of monsters and ghosts. In the process, a four-winged chilling demon took action."

"Judging from the current situation, the six-winged Han Cicada King may really break out of its shell."

After bowing and saluting, the middle-aged man spoke softly, with a trace of unconcealable worry in his words.

Even if he is the emperor of the Dali Dynasty and the head of the Zhao family, he still feels intimidated when facing a ten-thousand-year-old demon king like King Hanchan, especially when something goes wrong with his ancestor.

The words came out, but there was no response for a long time. Zhao Wuji still maintained a respectful posture, without the slightest bearing of an emperor.

It was at this time that a cold snort sounded quietly from nowhere.

"Five hundred years ago, that old cicada was severely injured by me, so that it could only pupate again to heal its injuries and extend its life. How easy is it for it to break out of its shell now?"

"Even if it breaks out of its shell, how can it dare to show up easily without confirming my condition?"

"Now it is just testing, and the wild people are its pawns."

"Since it dares to stretch out its claws, then chop it off."

At the end, this old voice had a hint of murderous intent, which was chilling.

Buzz, at this moment, the void twisted, and a palm-sized red flag slowly emerged from it, with a lifelike red bird embroidered on it.

Seeing this chess piece, Zhao Wuji's expression suddenly changed.

The Suzaku Flame Flag, a middle-grade Taoist weapon, is the protective treasure of Zhao Qianyang, the ancestor of the Zhao family. Zhao Qianyang was able to defeat the evil spirits and lead the Zhao family to develop the Dali Dynasty in this southern wasteland. This Taoist tool played an important role.

"This Taoist weapon is in your hands for the time being. With your current cultivation level and the assistance of the Sheji Formation, you can barely exert its power. Don't let me down."

"It's a pity that Xiao Wushuang is the only one."

The old voice slowly faded away, and everything became calm.

Compared to Zhao Wuji, who was only one step away from the realm of the Yang God in the Nine Refinings of the Yin God, Zhao Qianyang was actually more optimistic about Zhao Wushuang, who had cultivated the Flame Mountain. In Zhao Wushuang, he saw the shadow of his own past.

It's a pity that Zhao Wushuang died. It can only be said that the other party seized a good opportunity. Because he failed to save the thunder tribulation and his soul was injured, he had no way to take action. At that time, he was unable to distract him, so that he even had no ability to sense. Something went wrong.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji bowed in response, holding the Vermilion Bird Flame Flag in both hands.

Leaving Zhao Qianyang's retreat, holding the Suzaku flame flag in his hand, a sense of joy surged in Zhao Wuji's heart.

Huh, the demonic aura rose, a faint golden flame filled the whole body, entered the demonized state, and turned into a ray of fire. Zhao Wuji's figure disappeared in an instant. He understood what Zhao Qianyang meant.

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Sacrifice to the rooftop, one of the important places of the Dali Dynasty, a flash of fire fell, and with the red bird flame flag, Zhao Wuji came here.

With his feet on the map of mountains and rivers, his mind was connected to the formations spread throughout the Dali Dynasty, slowly drifting away. At a certain moment, Zao Wuji "saw" Shaoyang County.

"Since it has been destroyed, let's destroy it more thoroughly."

Looking at Shaoyang County where evil spirits and ghost spirits were entrenched, Zhao Wuji's face was full of coldness and severity.

Buzz, the demonic energy boils, nine thousand years of cultivation are undoubtedly revealed, a steady stream of power is poured into the Suzaku Flame flag by Zhao Wuji, and this is not the end yet, the Sheji Formation under his feet is still pouring out the Suzaku Flame. The light flag provides strength.

Chi, the cry shocked the world, and the celestial phenomena changed. A sea of ​​red fire appeared in the sky above Suzaku City, attracting countless people to look at it. A large flag shaped like a triangle and red in color was floating in it, spreading out. It has a majesty that makes people dare not look directly at it.

"Taofa·Heavenly Fire Burns the World."

His face turned slightly pale, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger, Zhao Wuji waved the Suzaku Flame Flag.

The flag is fluttering, the wind and clouds are rolling, and the stars are shaking down.

In the distant Shaoyang County, the pungent smell of blood and rotten stench lingered, and dark clouds covered the entire sky and earth, with no sun visible. It was at this time that the bright light pierced the dark clouds, but what it brought was not Hope, but complete destruction, or purification.

"Damn, what is that?"

Looking up and looking at the flaming meteors streaking across the sky, the four-winged chilling demon who was enjoying the blood meal couldn't help but feel fear.

"Does that mean there's nothing wrong with that old guy?"

Such a thought came to my mind, and I didn't have time to think about it. I flapped my wings and turned into a stream of light. The four-winged cicada demon was about to flee. At this time, it couldn't care about any resources or subordinates.

This kind of power is simply not something that Yin Shen Zhenren can possess. The person who takes action is either the Demon King or Yang Shen Taoist.

And at this moment, the flaming meteors finally fell to the ground.

Rumbling, the earth is trembling, and blazing flames are filling the air, destroying all living things, including humans, monsters, ghosts, and wild people.

Faced with this kind of man-made natural disaster covering a whole county, even escaping has become a luxury. All they can do is to sink in the disaster and pray for the favor of fate.

At this moment, I felt something in my heart. Whether it was the three families or four sects of the Dali Dynasty, or the hidden monster deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, they all quietly walked out of the secret realm.

And after seeing the Suzaku flag flying across the sky and the stars being shaken down, they all fell silent. Faced with this powerful force, they were unable to compete, and it was already very difficult for them to barely protect themselves.

"Zhao family..."

Master Yinshen looked at Suzaku City, sighed helplessly, turned around and walked into the depths of the secret realm.

"Taoist tools..."

There was a big demon who was afraid and quietly concealed his traces.

At the same time, deep in the Shiwanda Mountain, a pair of green eyes quietly opened.

"Suzaku Flame Flag? Could it be that the old guy really succeeded in overcoming the tribulation? No, it's impossible. If it were really him, his power would be even more terrifying than this, and his targets wouldn't just be those little monsters."

"Could it be that a new Yangshen Taoist appears in the Zhao family? No, this possibility is very small. The appearance of a Yangshen Taoist will not be silent."

"So, are you using external force? Do you want to use this to frighten foreign enemies? Now I am more and more sure that the old guy failed to survive the thunder tribulation. He is strong on the outside but weak on the inside."

With a strange smile, a huge white cocoon swayed on a pale golden mountain peak, and a powerful will filled the air.

"Come on, come on, when I break out of my cocoon and achieve my golden body, that's when you, old fellow, will give me my head."

The will fell into silence, resonating with the golden peaks beneath him. A peaceful and transcendent aura flowed from the inside of the white cocoon, which was very different from the ferocity of the demonic nature.