Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

It has been half a month since the end of the King Yuan Fa Conference.

Within half a month, there were rumors all over the world, all parties were moved, and the discussion about Lord Yan never stopped.

Hidden merits and fame, the world knows it in one battle.

For this new King Yuan, the disciple of Jianzhu, everyone is watching and inquiring, and the intelligence networks of the major forces are running crazily, wanting to find out the true identity of this person.

This is the real fame in the world. When Lord Yan was promoted to King Yuan, he was already honored, and such a radiant stone could not conceal it.

However, after the King Yuan Fa Conference was over, this true favored son of heaven seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, with no trace to be found, and it was hard to find in the world.

This is simply too abnormal.

There has never been such a strange existence among the kings of Yuan in all dynasties, who overthrew all the enemies and ascended to the throne on the corpses of all the arrogances.

Such brilliance should have been worshiped by the world.

But he turned a blind eye to everything, and after completing this feat that is enough to record history, he drifted away, hiding his achievements and fame.

So chic, so mysterious, so out of this world... This not only puts a thick layer of mystery on Yanjun's body, but also gives many people a lot of room for imagination.

Lord Yan, he fits everyone's imagination of a peerless evildoer.

For this reason, Jiuding Chamber of Commerce's "Cultivation of Immortals Tabloid" published nine consecutive special issues, which serially published a large-scale analysis report on Yanjun's identity, quoted from many sources, and the clues gathered by all parties were gradually connected under the penetrating analysis.

All of a sudden, the capital was very expensive, whether it was traffickers, princes or nobles, or Taoist priests...every day, they looked forward to it, waiting for the latest demonstration and analysis of "Xiu Xian Tabloid".

In the end, after nine issues were serialized, Xiuxian Tabloid came to an extremely rigorous and responsible conclusion.

Yanjun's identity is very mysterious, and only Jianzhu should know.

"Listening to Jun's words is better than reading ten books! As expected of the "Cultivation of Immortals Tabloid, every detail is detailed, and the analysis is really reasonable."

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

"When Lord Yan is on fire, why don't you go to death? It's really ugly to eat, but if you look carefully, what you say makes sense, but Jianzhu is the only one who knows the identity of Lord Yan."

"I heard that the palace has issued three consecutive edicts to Yuyaosi to invite Lord Yan to enter the palace, but the sword pillar blocked them all."

On Guangling Street, in a tea house, a group of sons and gentlemen gathered in groups of three or five, holding the "Cultivation of Immortals Tabloid", expressing their opinions and discussing constantly.

Scenes like this have been happening every day since the end of the King Yuan Fa Conference.

This time, Yuan Wangfa will provide too many topics for these leisurely children of aristocratic families.

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

None of these can arouse everyone's curiosity.

"It's a pity for Zhou Dao. He was only one step away, and he was defeated by Ye Kong. I don't know if he died or not."

"I heard that Ye Kong was already a half-step Yuan King long before the start of the Yuan King Ceremony. That kind of power cannot be resisted by manpower. If Zhou Dao fights with him, he will sink into the abyss, and it will be over soon."

"Probably not dead. I heard that Lord Yan has jumped to the top of the most wanted list in the Imperial Palace, followed by Lin Jie in second place and Zhou Dao in third place."

"Even if he didn't die, he would probably be scrapped. It's a miracle that he survived at that level."

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

Many people are lamenting that such a coercion, taking the first opportunity, entering the central tomb before everyone else, 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 must be seriously injured and his future is bleak.

King Yuan's ceremony, the mighty Ye Kong, Zhou Dao who turned out to be born out of the sky, they all turned into a foil, and made Lord Yan's fierce reputation.

Thinking about it carefully, it can't help but make people sigh.

...

Lingzhao Mountain,

Imperial Palace.

In the majestic and grand hall, Ye Miaoxian sat on a high seat.

Since the end of the King Yuan Fa Conference, the Lord of Imperial Palace has only shown his face once, and that was to enter the palace to face the saint.

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

"That kid named Zhou Dao is not dead?"

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

Xu Jiansheng bent down even lower, he took a step forward cautiously, and said in a concentrated voice: "He survived the Yuan King's Fahui, and now he seems to be protected by the Demon Master."

"Monster Yusi!?" Ye Miaoxian frowned slightly.

"The identity of this kid is weird."

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

Zhou Dao's appearance was indeed extremely sudden, his identity was mysterious, and he was born out of nowhere. No one knew his origin, and his past seemed to be deliberately covered up by someone with a heart.

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

Elder Tian Xing's heart skipped a beat: "The Palace Master means..."

Zhou Dao and Yan Jun are probably the same person.

This is not impossible. To some extent, these two people have too many similarities.

The same mystery, the same low-key, born out of nowhere, powerful, and inextricably linked with Yu Yaosi.

"I need to confirm as soon as possible that the little apprentice of Jianzhu has inherited the throne of King Yuan, and he has cultivated the spirit of King Yuan, so it should be easy to investigate."

Ye Miaoxian's voice was icy cold. The Royal Palace had presided over so many sessions of Yuan Wang's Dharma Assembly, and the study of Yuan Wang's anger had already reached an extremely terrifying level.

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

Lord Yan 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.

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

"I want to remind everyone that the Sixth Dao Gate will soon send experts here."

As soon as this remark 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, the six major gates are also concerned.

Not long after the Dharma Conference of the Yuan kings of all dynasties ended, experts from the six major gates would be dispatched to visit the capital in person.

"Yuan King's Fa Conference is my court's great sacrifice. Those Taoist priests always want to get their hands on it. It's just presumptuous."

At this moment, an elder snorted coldly.

Ye Miaoxian narrowed her beautiful eyes, glanced at her, and did not speak.

Some secrets, only the real high-level people know.

To some extent, the karma between the Six Great Gates and King Yuan is deeper than that of Imperial Palace.

Because the builder of that tomb back then had the great abilities of the ancestors of the Six Daomen.

Back then, those Taoist priests traveled around the world, refining dragon veins with heaven-defying supernatural powers, and opened the Yuan King Dharma Assembly.

Such a crazy move can be called shocking in the bright years when big stars gathered.

No one knows who came up with such a heaven-defying idea, and gathered so many masters of the world in one place.

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

No one knew what happened, the Sixth Daomen deliberately covered up and obliterated some facts, especially the one who proposed the establishment of the Yuanwang Fahui the latest.

It seems to be a taboo among the six gates.

"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, she turned and left.

...

Longhu Mountain, Xiaozuowangfeng.

The clouds and mist are like the sea, the fairy birds are singing, and the red clouds are like colorful clouds in the sky.

A girl in a purple skirt stepped on the clouds and came to the sky. The crimson real energy was like a spirit snake, gathering water vapor and raining down a burst of nectar.

Flying in the air, transforming into images with qi technique, this is the ability only possessed by the strong in the real world.

Obviously, the girl in the purple skirt is a real strong person.

"Girl, your [Spiritual Rain Technique] is finally ready."

On Xiaozuowang Peak, a middle-aged man came out. He was wearing Taoist robes, holding a dust whisk in his hand, smiling with satisfaction.

"It still doesn't work." Jin Shuanglin collected his true qi and landed on Xiaozuowang Peak, with a look of disappointment on his pretty face.

"I heard that Senior Sister Jiang practiced the Spiritual Rain Technique to a great extent when she first entered the real world, and she was able to rain down a pool of nectar..."

Jin Shuanglin was a little dissatisfied. The Spiritual Rain Technique is a well-known technique in Longhu Mountain, which can call wind and rain.

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

"Your Senior Sister Jiang's Kui Shui Zhen Qi is naturally compatible with the Spiritual Rain Technique, so you can get twice the result with half the effort when you practice it. Your Wuyan Zhen Qi is more than strong and powerful, but not enough Yin spirit. Naturally, you need to put more thought into it." The middle-aged Taoist slightly laughed.

Open the altar to ascend the spirit and step into the real world. Everyone enshrines different gods, and the transformed real qi is also very different. Some techniques are naturally suitable for a certain type of real qi.

"When you step into the Guiyuan Realm, you should be able to practice the Spirit Rain Technique to a great degree." The middle-aged Taoist comforted.

There are nine realms in the refining realm.

There are also five steps of change in the real world.

The first step is to build Qi.

The second step is to return to Yuan.

The third step is Cheng Gang.

The fourth step is to open up the sea.

The fifth step, Longmen.

According to Taoist scriptures, one step leads to death, one step up to the immortals and look at the dragon gate.

Use qi as a boat to cross the spiritual sea, and jump over this gate to transform into a real dragon.

The five realms of the real world are the five major passes. Every time one is broken through, one will be completely reborn, and one's strength will rise sharply, which is incomparable.

"Senior Sister Jiang's talent and opportunity, it took five full years to complete her cultivation, and I don't know how long I will have to wait." Jin Shuanglin was a little discouraged.

"Going to the capital this time may be your chance." The middle-aged Taoist said in a deep voice, "There is a place where dragon energy gathers in the world. The avenue is prosperous, and the magic is retreated. Maybe you will have unexpected gains."

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

Although the Six Daomen were hidden from the world, they had heard about Yuan Wang's ceremony.

Back then, Zhou Xuan Hengkong was born, once ascended the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, his swordsmanship was astonishing, leaving an indelible memory for the older generation of powerhouses.

Thirty-three years have passed now, and the birth of a new King Yuan will naturally attract the attention of the younger generation.

Especially Jin Shuanglin, her uncle was defeated by Zhou Xuan's sword back then. Since then, he has been insane, like a walking corpse, completely useless.

"It's good that you know, this time you are just accompanying and seeing the world, follow behind the elders, don't act casually." The middle-aged Taoist stared at him.

"Yuan Wang..." Jin Shuanglin pouted, "I haven't even stepped into the real world, so what's the big deal."

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

"Ignorant, since you are the king, you are not in the real world, but you are comparable to 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 hadn't entered the Realm, but the Realm he died under his sword happened one after another.

That kind of power and despair feels extremely real even now.

hum...

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

The middle-aged Taoist began to observe, his brows furrowed.

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

"That kid named Wang Xiaoyi ran away again." The middle-aged Taoist said in a concentrated voice.

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

A few days ago, she vaguely heard from her colleagues that the law enforcement team dispatched dozens of experts to arrest a casual cultivator named Wang Xiaoyi.

At the beginning, Jin Shuanglin didn't care about it, he just thought of it as a way of cultivating sorcery, so that he could not die, and bumped into the banner of justice in Longhu Mountain.

Now it seems that it is not that simple.

"However, he has been seriously injured, so he can't run very far." The middle-aged Taoist looked at the letter in his hand: "The direction of this kid's escape is the capital..."

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

"What?" Jin Shuanglin was very surprised.

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

That man named Wang Xiaoyi is so important?

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

"Master, what's the origin of this kid?" Jin Shuanglin couldn't help asking.

"Don't ask too many questions." The middle-aged Taoist said solemnly: "Remember, if you meet this person, you must catch him alive. Only living 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.

...

The capital, the demon master.

Just after dawn, the gates of the nine yamen and nineteen gates were slowly opened.

Rows of demon-slaying guards driving iron-shoeed red python horses came out from the Zhuque Gate and ran in different directions.

Every day, the demon master would receive a large number of tasks, people would stop and go, three shifts and two posts, these feather guards would always be there on the way to slay demons.

wheeze wheeze...

In the backyard, Luo Qiqi was full of travel and dust. Although she was dressed very plainly and her hair was tied up in a bun, her full breasts still attracted the attention of passers-by, and their eyes flickered accordingly.

"Luo Qiqi, I bought buns for your team leader again."

In the distance, someone teased.

"Um……"

Just as Luo Qiqi was about to turn her head to say hello, she bumped her head against the door beam.

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

"Luo Qiqi is so pitiful. After following such a useless team leader, there is no way out in this life."

"What class leader? There are only two people in their class including Luo Qiqi."

"Sealing the demon master is a hard job. If there is no one in the court, if you still do this job, this life is over."

The two demon masters looked at each other, their faces flushed, and they walked towards their classrooms.

In the corner, an inconspicuous courtyard.

As soon as Luo Qiqi stepped in, she couldn't hold on any longer, she protected her chest with one hand, and supported her knees with the other, inhaling heavily, her little face flushed.

"Little Qiqi, have you bought the buns yet?"

Suddenly, a lazy voice came from the classroom.

"Bought it back, it's still...still hot." Luo Qiqi hurriedly responded, 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.