Great Dao Ji

Phew~

The air seemed to become quiet for a moment, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"who"

Gong Yangyan's heart trembled and he looked back.

I saw the rickety figure slowly turning around.

He was a Taoist whose age could not be discerned. There were no traces of time on his long face, but there seemed to be vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

This is a Taoist with an unspectacular appearance, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, but his face is long enough to rival the big donkey he has raised for more than two hundred years.

No, longer than that

"Where did this master come from?"

The corner of Tuba's mouth twitched, the drink spilled on the floor, and he secretly screamed that something was wrong.

This donkey-faced Taoist appeared like a ghost, and had no sense of existence. I sat across from him, but I didn't even notice that there was another person sitting there.

It goes without saying that he is also a great master.

Cai Xiaobai also picked up the cat alertly, glanced at Habitat, and almost cried.

The world outside the mountains is too scary

"How can man's calculation be as good as heaven's calculation? There are many magical powers that can defy heaven and change one's fate. But throughout the ages, who has defied heaven, and who has been able to change one's fate?"

The donkey-faced Taoist slowly raised his head and spoke in a low, hoarse voice: "There is a vast universe in the sleeves, and the five-color divine light is long. Those two are so amazing and talented, where are they now?"

As he spoke, the donkey-faced Taoist was a little distracted.

The person in front of me is covered with five colors of divine light. Could it be related to the person from back then?

"But you survived."

An Qisheng's eyes were dark and he looked at Taoist Donkey, or Taoist Lu.

All kinds of information that had been spied on by Dao Yitu then overflowed.

This donkey-faced Taoist was actually the Taoist Lu whom he had spied from the underground palace, guided by Wu Feijing's spiritual imprint.

An old demon who has experienced the ‘Phoenix Emperor’s Conquest of the Sky’.

"It's just a matter of survival. Besides, my fellow Taoist seems to have recovered earlier than me."

Lu Daoren's eyes flashed, and he became more and more certain that the Taoist in front of him must have been 'seized' by an old friend.

Otherwise, how could you recognize yourself?

An Qisheng felt dumbfounded. The old demon seemed to have some misunderstanding, but he didn't mean to remind him and said calmly:

"Your Excellency is entrenched in this city, are you waiting for me?"

Naturally, Daoren Lu's traces could not be hidden from him.

In fact, he had sensed Lu Daoren's location a few months ago, and it was for this reason that he did not go to the empty underground palace.

Then came to Canglu City.

"Yes and no."

Taoist Lu's expression was dull, and he seemed to have few expressions, or he was trying to hold back: "However, since fellow Taoist said he would come to your door, I have no choice but to wait here."

"oh?"

An Qisheng casually landed on Gong Yangyan's shoulder, asked the latter to sit down, and said in a deep voice: "You know I'm coming, but you still don't run away.

Your Excellency, you are very confident. "

An Qisheng's tone was calm, but as his sound waves reverberated, the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became more solid.

Not to mention Gong Yangyan, even Tuba and Cai Xiaobai, who slipped away quietly the moment they saw the donkey-faced Taoist, could not help but tremble.

"Why do fellow Taoists shout and kill each other? The last thing we should do is kill each other while we are still surviving."

Lu Daoren's eyes were fixed as if he was about to have a seizure, but in the end he sighed: "Not many people survived the battle back then."

An Qisheng asked: "How many others can survive like you?"

"There may not be many left now."

Lu Daoren shook his head slightly: "But you and I can survive, but those people may not really be dead."

There is great terror between life and death.

This is not just for ordinary people. Regardless of gods, demons, and evil spirits, all living beings are afraid of death. Because of this, they will not die so easily.

"so?"

An Qisheng's heart moved.

Entering the realms of dreams, he witnessed too many paths of cultivation. The various paths of cultivation may have different emphasis, but they all have one thing in common.

That is, the more advanced one is in cultivation, the further away from death. In other words, the more advanced one is in cultivation, the harder it is to kill.

This is the case in the Jiufu Realm, this is the way of the human world, this is the case in the Wanyang Realm, and the Huangtian Realm is no exception.

"So, I don't mean any harm."

Lu Daoren spoke softly and showed goodwill: "I am here, firstly, to apologize to you for the previous misunderstanding, and secondly, to invite you to work with me."

"Apologize?!"

Before An Qisheng could speak, Gong Yangyan couldn't bear it anymore and his eyes widened angrily: "You destroyed my entire family, and now you come to apologize?! How can it be so cheap!"

Gong Yangyan was extremely angry.

He is not stupid. From the few words of this donkey-faced Taoist, he has already guessed that the destruction of Hunyi Sect must be related to this person!

"Um?"

Only then did Taoren Lu notice the three-inch old Taoist Ding beside An Qisheng. Facing the cross-examination, he was neither happy nor sad. He just glanced at Gong Yangyan casually.

He looked at An Qisheng again, his eyelids trembling:

"Do fellow Taoists also care about this little thing?"

Being questioned by a junior who had no pills, he naturally felt angry in his heart, but he just thought of the unparalleled grace of the five-color divine light in his memory.

His anger disappeared like foam under the scorching sun.

That is the five-color divine light.

"Little things."

An Qisheng raised his hand to stop the furious Gong Yangyan from speaking. His eyes became colder: "Between life and death, there is no small matter."

Taoist Lu had achieved the Dharmakaya as early as ancient times, and he had just revived not long ago. Naturally, he would not be the one to kill the whole sect.

However, it cannot be separated from him.

"How can fellow Taoists actually care about just a few young monks?"

Seeing An Qi's hypocritical expression, Lu Daoren's face moved, as if he couldn't understand: "I just borrowed a cottage."

He has seen too much life and death, and he doesn't care about the life or death of anyone except himself, let alone a few unknown human beings.

"Um"

Taoist Lu's long eyebrows twitched but he suppressed his restlessness. He spread out his hand and looked at Gong Yangyan: "Write the names and taboos of the people in your sect who died in vain on my hand."

"Wha, what?"

Looking at the yellowed palm, Gong Yangyan seemed to have thought of something, his eyes widened, and the anger in his heart disappeared for a moment, and he couldn't stop beating "bang bang":

"You, you"

There are countless magical powers in the world, and among them there is a type of magical power that has the ability to bring the dead back to life.

"In ancient times, a ghost world descended from the sky, and the resentment and hatred in it shook the heaven and earth. All the powerful people with magical powers were helpless. Later, it is said that a saint took action to drive that ghost world into the dimension. But every night , the two realms will overlap, and yin and yang can come and go."

Lu Daoren's eyelids drooped, and he managed to keep his tone calm: "Write down your name, birth date, and then I can take action and ask the Fengdu city master how many souls he wants to bring!"

At this point, Taoist Lu paused, not caring about Gong Yangyan's inexplicable surprise, and looked at An Qisheng expressionlessly:

"Is this enough?"

His tone remained calm, but everyone, including Gong Yangyan, felt a chill in their hearts. They felt that the aura of the donkey-faced Taoist was like a volcano about to erupt.

Already depressed to the limit.

"The two realms of Yin and Yang, Lord of Fengdu City"

An Qisheng glanced at the darkening sky thoughtfully.

In the earthly fairy world, every night, there must be ghosts running rampant. It's fine in the city, but in the wild, hundreds of ghosts often walk at night. If you don't have cultivation, even if there are many people walking together, they will be eaten clean.

Of course he knew this.

Just listening to Taoist Lu's words, he couldn't help but think of the underworld of the human world and Gu Changfeng.

Lord of Fengdu City?

As his mind turned, An Qisheng seemed unaware of the anger of the donkey-faced Taoist in front of him, but his tone remained unchanged:

"not enough."

boom!

It seemed like a hurricane was roaring, and in an instant, the huge restaurant trembled.

Tu Ba and others' expressions changed wildly, and they disappeared into the restaurant in a flash. After several experiences, they had no intention of watching the battle.

"Ha~"

Taoist Lu's face was trembling wildly, and there was finally no trace of warmth in his eyes: "Do you really want to embarrass me, fellow Taoist? Have you discussed it yet?"

He thought that he had lowered his attitude to the lowest level and regressed again and again, but he still received such a reply.

At this moment, Daoren Lu could hardly contain the anger in his heart!

If it weren't for that five-color divine light, it left an unimaginable impression on him.

He's about to explode.

But even though the shock of the five-color divine light was still there, his patience was about to be exhausted.

Looking at Taoist Lu who almost went berserk in front of him, An Qisheng was slightly surprised. Having seen the fate of Taoist Lu, he naturally knew that Taoist Lu had an extremely violent temper.

‘It seems that the five-color divine light in that battle left a deep impression on him’

Thoughts flashed through his mind, An Qisheng stopped teasing the donkey and said: "Do you know, in these years, relying on an old demon like you who is so confused and half-dead, what has the 'Refining Hall' done? What?"

A few months ago, he used Wu Feijing as a guide to spy on the people behind him, and found out two things. In addition to Lu Daoren, there was another person.

That man's cultivation level was far inferior to that of Taoist Lu, but his viciousness and cruelty were far superior.

"Huh? Zhang Longfu?"

Lu Daoren's eyes flickered, he suppressed his anger, and said in a cold voice: "What can a junior Dharma Prime Minister who relies on our breath to survive do?"

Whether it's fake death or resuscitation, it's not easy even for a person with his level of cultivation.

The Lianfa Hall advocated Long Fu, which was what he had left behind.

"Cultivation does not determine everything."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and raised his palm while speaking.

Buzz~

Visible wrinkles spread around his palm, and in just a moment, it turned into a void.

Several figures with embarrassed expressions fell down from the holes, and the mud seemed to fall to the ground, screaming and moaning.

"these people"

Taoist Lu frowned. These embarrassed figures had weak auras and extremely poor cultivation. They didn't even have the slightest aura of magical powers. Naturally, he couldn't recognize them.

It's just that he is proficient in calculations, and in a flash of his mind, he has already figured out the identities of the people in front of him.

boom!

The next moment, Taoist Lu's expression suddenly changed, his breath surged, shaking those people into powder, and his tone was cold and extremely angry:

"Something like a dog dares to bully me!"