Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Only by accumulating step by step can the Divine Sword Peak be completely overthrown.

The Great Miaolian Temple cannot destroy the Divine Sword Peak. Only the Dayong court can really overthrow the Divine Sword Peak.

And the only one who made the Dayong court determined to destroy the Divine Sword Peak was Dayun. Having a secret relationship with Dayun, he could be stabbed in the back at any time, which was a fatal threat.

But just relying on the collusion with the Mishen Sect and Xiao Mihua alone could not make the Dayong court determined.

It was the limit to make the Dayong court believe that the collusion between the Divine Sword Peak and the Mishen Sect was already the limit, and no more could be expected.

Ning Zhenzhen thought of this and shook her head and said, "Brother, if you want to overthrow the Divine Sword Peak, I'm afraid it won't be accomplished in the short term."

Fakong smiled.

Ning Zhenzhen's eyes flashed: "Is there any hope?"

"It still depends on the Mishen Sect." Fakong smiled.

In fact, he has never been idle. He has been exploring the truth of the Mishen Sect step by step through clues.

He could vaguely judge that the relationship between the Mishen Sect and the Dayun Court was not simple, and further exploration was needed.

"How do you explore the Mishen Sect?" Ning Zhenzhen pondered, "Or, should I go there myself?"

Fakong shook his head, "Too dangerous."

Once he entered the main altar of the Mishen Sect, he would not be able to see it, which was extremely dangerous.

Since the Mishen Sect could deceive his magical powers, it might not be impossible for them to see through Ning Zhenzhen's identity and his relationship with him.

Even if the probability was very small, he would not take the risk.

Ning Zhenzhen said, "What should I do then?"

Fakong smiled, "No hurry, take your time."

He had wanted to extract the memory beads of those who had died, but unfortunately, their memory beads could not be extracted.

There was an invisible force that made them die, and their souls were immediately destroyed.

This reminded him of the power of the Eternal Night Moon God, which was very similar.

Since he could not extract the memory beads, he would use the fate to observe the masters of the Mishen Sect to understand and explore little by little.

As long as the masters of the Mishen Sect continued to come, he could continue to enhance his understanding.

As stronger masters appear, more will be seen. The higher the level, the stronger the confidentiality, and the clearer the Mi Shen Sect will be.

He looked at Ning Zhenzhen and smiled, "Junior sister, don't be anxious, just take your time."

He has a long life, and the current situation has begun to ease. Emperor Hu Lieyuan of Dayun has plans to cease fire, and Daqian and Dayong also have this plan.

The common threat is still Zhenlongyuan.

The next few years should be a period of peace.

But these are not the root of his impatience and urgency.

But after reaching the Eight Extremes, if you want to go up, you need to do nothing.

The more urgent, the more eager, the more forced, the more out of reach, but only after letting go, you can hope to get it.

But really no desire, no desire, no desire, can not be achieved.

The subtlety in this is really subtle, in one heart, and cannot be described.

Ning Zhenzhen nodded gently and said, "I really don't need to rush. With Master Yuande and others protecting us, Shenjian Peak can't do anything to us for the time being."

Fakong said, "It may be a good thing that the disciples of Yudie Sect can stimulate their potential in such an environment."

"They have indeed made great progress in their cultivation recently." Ning Zhenzhen smiled.

The two chatted for a while, and Fakong said goodbye and left.

"We've caught up with you!" With a sneer, sixteen middle-aged men fell from the sky and surrounded Xu Qingluo and the other four.

At this time, it was already dusk two days later. Xu Qingluo and the others stopped at the foot of a mountain and lit a bonfire.

The setting sun was shining, and the forest was deep and quiet.

It was winter now, and most insects and animals hibernated. The mountains and forests were particularly quiet, with only the crackling sound of the jumping bonfire.

Xu Qingluo and the other four sat by the bonfire, looking at the sixteen middle-aged men who had gathered around them, and looked at them curiously.

"What are you going to do?" Xu Qingluo snorted and threw a piece of wood into the bonfire: "Are you going to kill us?"

"...Yes." The middle-aged man in the lead was handsome and extraordinary, with a bright look and a compassionate look on his face: "What a pity... It's your fault that you are the disciple of Monk Fakong."

"You don't dare to kill Master, so you come to kill us?" Xu Qingluo's beautiful face showed disdain: "It's ridiculous."

"He will be dealt with by someone." The handsome middle-aged man shook his head: "He can't escape."

"So our master and disciple will meet down there?" Xu Qingluo looked at them and shook her head: "Before I die, I only have one question: Why do you, the Mi Shen Sect, want to kill Master?"

The setting sun shone on her back, the bonfire shone on her face, her eyes were sparkling, and her eyes were particularly moving.

Zhou Yu shook his head gently: "They don't know either."

Xu Qingluo said: "They don't know either? This group of masters should be more powerful than the previous group."

Zhou Yu said: "They are stronger, but they are also following orders."

"It seems that it is really too difficult to die with a clear mind." Xu Qingluo sighed helplessly, and glanced at the handsome middle-aged man: "You really don't know, right?"

The handsome middle-aged man said coldly: "You are a little courageous and beautiful, but it's a pity that you should be reborn in Dayun in the next life and never come to Daqian again."

He raised his hand and was about to wave it down fiercely to signal his move. Xu Qingluo said again: "I have another question."

The handsome middle-aged man raised his right hand in the air and said coldly: "Speak!"

Xu Qingluo said: "Do you really think you can kill us?"

"Enough!" said the handsome middle-aged man.

Xu Qingluo shook his head and said: "More than a hundred people can't do it, and you want to kill us with more than a dozen?"

"More than a hundred... just a mob." Junyi, a middle-aged man, said, "There's no need to delay. Monk Fakong can't come here."

Xu Qingluo chuckled: "Master doesn't come over, but if others do, you can't kill us."

"Hey!" Junyi, a middle-aged man, sneered.

"Amitabha..." a Buddha's name rang out.

Everyone looked up and saw the tall and burly monk standing on the top of a pine tree a hundred meters away.

He is as strong as an iron tower. Standing on the top of the pine tree, people worry that he will step on the pine branches at any time, or even trample the entire pine tree.

He was dressed in a gray monk's robe, with a big face that was calm and intimidating. His facial features were much larger than those of ordinary people, and he was majestic and strong.

Xu Qingluo threw the last piece of wood in her hand into the bonfire, clapped her jade palms, stood up and said, "Master Ci'en."

Monk Ci'en asked: "Miss Xu..."

Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "On Master's order, I asked Master Ci'en to go to the outer courtyard of Jingang Temple again. Unexpectedly, I met these masters of Dayunmi Shen Sect on the way. They insisted on killing me and then Master."

"Mishen Sect..." Monk Cien's face darkened and he said coldly: "Why do you want to kill Master Fakong?"

Xu Qingluo shook her head and said: "Uncle Master said they didn't know why they wanted to kill Master, but they were just following the order of Master's sect."

Monk Ci'en flashed and appeared in front of Xu Qingluo like a ghost. He looked coldly at the handsome middle-aged man and glanced at the sixteen middle-aged men.

Cien monk Heshi said calmly: "Dear donors, please come back."

"Monk, do you want to mind your own business?" Junyi, a middle-aged man, shook his head and said, "I advise you to think twice."

"I'm a guest here. Besides, Master Fakong has been kind to me, how can I just turn my back on it?" Monk Ci'en said warmly, "I hope all the donors will do well."

The handsome middle-aged man stared at him.

Monk Ci En responded calmly.

After ten breaths, the handsome middle-aged man waved his hand in mid-air.

The fifteen people who were originally surrounding them suddenly retreated and returned behind the handsome middle-aged man.

"Farewell." Junyi, a middle-aged man, bowed his head and turned to leave. The remaining fifteen people followed closely and quickly disappeared from Xu Qingluo's sight.

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