Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

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

In the past, the beautiful Xianjia Dojo was desolate and dilapidated. The palaces and palaces had long since collapsed and been reduced to ruins.

Corpses littered the fields, rivers were stained with blood, and even the springs flowing from the mountains were dyed bright red.

Streams of light flowed back and forth under the sky, and hundreds of royal palace talisman masters brought out the treasured high-quality talismans to purify the resentment on Longhu Mountain.

The dragon veins here have been broken. In another hundred years, it will become a very dangerous place, just like the dojo of Changsheng, Taiyi and Panhuang in the past.

The army was vast, and under the night, they seemed like ghosts wandering in the world, looking for survivors in the mountains.

According to the imperial edict of Emperor Qin, no one who is a disciple of heretics will be pardoned.

One after another, flying boats took off from the depths of Longhu Mountain, carrying pills, magic weapons, ancient books and other trophies from Longhu Mountain, and sent them to the capital.

Two thousand years ago, Emperor Wu of Qin defeated the three major 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 night sky, looking at the prosperity of the past, which had been reduced to ruins, and all the things he had experienced when he first entered Longhu Mountain seemed to be right in front of his eyes.

Yao Qinghe, Xia Hongyu, Su Linglong, Lu Haiwang... These partners or seniors now have a hint of things being different.

To a certain extent, they are all considered as people who destroyed their families and their clans.

"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 around and looked: "Senior..."

"Sure enough, there is no eternal inheritance in this world!" Zhou Dao murmured softly.

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

There is no Taoism in this world that lasts forever, and there is no unparalleled inheritance.

"His Majesty is a man of great courage. His only wish has always been to surpass Taizu and Emperor Wu..." Shizhu whispered.

He also had a lot of emotions during this battle. The Great Qin Imperial Family, His Majesty... was hidden too deeply. Even as the Nine Divine Pillars, they could only see a glimpse of it.

"Does he want to destroy the world's orthodoxy!?" Zhou Dao whispered.

"Don't lie." Shizhu frowned and said in a deep voice.

Even if you think so in your heart, you can't say it out loud. God's heart is unpredictable and you can't speak nonsense.

"Emperor Qin..." Zhou Dao's expression condensed slightly, and that tall figure appeared in his mind.

He only met Emperor Qin twice in total. The first time was when Zhou Dao escorted the relics of the King of Earth into the palace.

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

The second time, he was already sitting high on the Golden Palace.

Even so, Zhou Dao felt that their Emperor Qin was only a little more solemn.

Until today, he didn't know what it means to be mighty and powerful. When the king is angry, the world changes, and even the great theocratic religion that has been passed down for endless years is destroyed day by day.

Tens of thousands of disciples turned into dead souls and dyed Longhu Mountain red.

"Zhou Dao, regarding the Longhu Mountain disciples you rescued..." Shizhu's eyes were deep and he clicked.

Under the gaze of a hundred thousand troops, Zhou Dao broke into the Tao realm and rescued at least hundreds of Longhu Mountain masters.

This kind of thing cannot be solved by killing one Leng Qiuhan. Perhaps at this moment, Emperor Qin has received the news.

"Senior, I will bear the heinous crime, and I will protect those people." Zhou Dao said firmly.

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

Everyone has their own way to go.

Now that Zhou Dao has entered the Taoist realm, he is no longer the little guy who needed someone to protect him from the wind and rain.

Now, it's 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 took one step forward and walked into the depths of Longhu Mountain. He followed the long-broken Big Sun Peak, followed the barren grass and streams of the old spiritual veins, and kept exploring backwards.

I don’t know how long it took, but there were twists and turns, and there seemed to be an ancient temple standing under the dim moonlight.

In the hunting mountain wind, a bright firelight danced.

Zhou Dao stopped and seemed to see a coffin placed in the ancient temple, with a figure sitting cross-legged on it.

"senior……"

Zhou Dao bowed deeply.

"Idiot... Even if you are a clan member, you will still be bound by this world of mortals..."

In the ancient temple, the figure of Wanfa Xiang was heard.

The leader of the spiritual veins did not show up until Longhu Mountain was destroyed. He was like a lonely soul in a deserted grave, sitting cross-legged in the ancient temple, guarding the coffin.

"Senior, I..."

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

The destruction of Longhu Mountain actually had little bearing on him.

But the spiritual veins, the Demon Locking Prison...including Su Linglong are all inextricably linked to him. To a certain extent, it was Zhou Dao who promoted this war of extermination.

"Let's go." Wan Dharma Xiang whispered, his voice as calm as a long river without any ripples.

"senior……"

"After the Dao Mountain Alliance, you can come again." Wan Dharmaxiang's voice was like ripples on autumn water, rising slowly, but then slowly dissipating.

Zhou Dao raised his eyes and looked up. In the whining mountain wind, there were no lights of ancient temples. There were only weeds all over the ground. Everyone bowed their heads.

"Is Longhu Mountain just gone?"

Among the ruins deep in the mountains, Jiang Yuan, with the support of Lin Xiaoxiao, searched and identified something among the corpses.

The young Jiang Yuan experienced the destruction of Longhu Mountain.

Many years later, this may become a highlight in his life experience.

However, right now, he had no intention of thinking about this.

"Jiang Yuan, your injury has not fully recovered, what are you looking for?"

Lin Xiaoxiao supported the staggering Jiang Yuan and advised him.

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

Jiang Yuan was in a daze. Even though he was a genius in the Demon Control Department, he had never experienced such a cruel war and witnessed such a tragic massacre.

This battle had a profound impact on him.

Buzz…

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 suddenly raised his head and saw a figure standing on the big bluestone not far away. He was thin and thin, and the blank black air seemed to blend with the dark night. It was like a cloak wrapping his figure.

"Mouse...mouse..." Jiang Yuan cried out.

That face was undoubtedly that of Qi Hao.

It's just that he is no longer the same as before. His cold eyes are like an abyss, without the slightest emotion. But the moment he saw Jiang Yuan, a complex look flashed across his originally indifferent face.

"Ginger..." Qi Hao whispered, and there were waves in Han Che's voice.

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

"Ginger..." Qi Hao suddenly shouted.

Jiang Yuan was startled, subconsciously stopped, and stared blankly at the figure in the dark night.

"forget me, please."

As he spoke, Qi Hao turned around and disappeared into the dark night under Jiang Yuan's confused gaze.

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

Finally, Jiang Yuan called out loudly, but the only person who responded to him was Lielie Shanfeng.

…

Thousands of miles away, beside the mountains.

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

Under the moonlight, a beautiful figure stood on the bank of the river. Her white dress was stained with blood, like a cold plum in the winter snow.

The bright moon in the river was dispersed by the running water and turned into rugged waves, which reflected Su Linglong's stunning face even more poignantly.

She stood by the river, letting the water soak her legs and feet.

"Yangliuchun is at the head of the Yangliu River, and Yang Huachou kills people crossing the river. Several bagpipes leave the pavilion late, and I go to Xiaoxiang Lord 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...you go to Qin..." Su Linglong murmured softly.

Her beautiful eyes were condensed, with a dim light, and she looked back in the direction of Longhu Mountain. Then she took a step forward and disappeared into the vast river night like an immortal banished to heaven.

…

Late at night, inside the palace.

Inside the Qianyang Hall.

The scent of incense lingers like a dragon running around, making the figure in the blue-clothed curtain even more mysterious and majestic.

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

"Mijueluo... deserves to be the true successor of Longhu Mountain." Emperor Qin sighed softly.

"Your Majesty, Shen Yonghou..."

In the center of the hall, a man in black robe stood respectfully, but hesitated to speak.

Shen Yonghou was a master of the Chiling Palace and a distinguished figure in the army. He died during the expedition to Longhu Mountain, and not even his whole body was left.

This news was originally nothing special, but...

How could the affairs of the world escape the eyes and ears of Emperor Qin! ?

"A rich burial." Emperor Qin just said two words lightly.

"According to the order." The black-robed man's heart skipped a beat, but without saying anything more, he changed the topic: "Your Majesty, this time the Yuan King rebelled, he concealed the rebels in front of a hundred thousand troops. Such a serious crime, I'm afraid... "

Having said this, the man in black robe paused.

He knew very well that Emperor Qin's character seemed to be conflicted and confused, but in fact he was aloof and self-centered, and no one could go against his will.

Zhou Dao hid hundreds of Longhu Mountain disciples in front of a hundred thousand troops, and even Shen Yong Hou died because of him.

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

This kind of sin cannot be covered up no matter what.

"It's not a big crime, it's just a child's mood. It's quite interesting."

Emperor Qin's chuckle came from inside the green gauze curtain.

The man in black robe suddenly raised his head with a look of surprise, as if he didn't hear what he just said.

"Pass the decree, King Yuan is wise and brave, and has made great achievements in destroying Taoism. He is granted the title of Young Master Zongbao and is allowed to walk in the palace." Emperor Qin said calmly.

"What?" The man in black robe was in disbelief.

Shao Si Zongbao?

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

"Obey...obey the order..."

The man in black robe said in a panic.

"It's a pity that there is no Longhu Mountain in this world anymore..."

Emperor Qin sighed, and the incense lingered, covering up the majestic figure.

…

The mountains are majestic, rising and falling like a dragon, sinking into the long night.

If any immortal family visits the Celestial Master, they must climb Jiuwenwang Nanshan.

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

In the ancient bronze palace, a simple incense table enshrines a tablet with only the word "Tao" on it. The strokes of the pen are like dragons and tigers, and their momentum is like mountains and rivers, hiding the sun, moon and stars, and pregnant with many Tao veins.

"The current Qin Emperor is astonishingly ambitious. He wants to overshadow the achievements of Emperor Taizu... The old Taoist really made a mistake back then..."

In front of the incense table, a tall and tall old Taoist priest looked at the letter in his hand and gave a summary.

As the leader of Tianshi Dao, when he received the news, his immovable heart was still shaken like never before.

"Brother Headmaster, I'm afraid Emperor Qin's ambition is more than that."

"When he was in the capital, he was just a prince. When I looked at this man, his eyebrows were as flat as a river, and his chest had no ravines. He was not a great person. I didn't expect that he was hidden so deeply. He was buried like an evil dragon in the abyss. He was not allowed to be an outsider. As far as I know..." Tianshi Dao headmaster whispered.

"Emperor Qin has a grand plan. He wants to destroy the world's legal system, strangle the secular and divine rights, centralize belief, and dominate the world...it is only a matter of time before he takes action, but the old Taoist did not expect that he would take action on Longhu Mountain first..."

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

"Good courage, good means..."

"Brother, Master, if we destroy Longhu Mountain, I'm afraid Emperor Qin won't stop here." A worried voice echoed in the hall.

"Destroy Longhu Mountain..." Tianshi Dao Headmaster chuckled.

"The world has its destination, and incense has always gathered people's hearts... Let's see if Emperor Qin has the fate of Taizu." Tianshidao waved his hand, and the incense on the table suddenly burned brightly.

"Let him return to Beijing."

"Headmaster, you mean..."

Next to him, the fat Taoist priest showed a look of surprise, and then respectfully exited the bronze hall.

Tianlu thirty-seventh month, June.

The emperor issued an edict, denounced Longhu as a heretic, sent 100,000 troops to destroy the Dharma lineage, and the world was shocked.

In the same year, the imperial court ordered all regions, prefectures, cities, and towns to monitor the incense of outsiders. Anyone who rebelled against the inheritance would be sealed and handed over to the criminal department for serious punishment.

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

…

This day, early morning.

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

The city gate had just opened, and a carriage slowly drove in. The skinny old horse seemed to be struggling, and its steps were staggering, walking extremely slowly.

"Hurry up, hurry up, are you going to let people into the city?"

Behind them, a caravan blocked the door. The wealthy businessman at the head became impatient and drove them away with a whip.

The thin old horse still went his own way, but this voice made the big dog already guarding the city gate prick up his ears.

"Huh!?" The big dog moved its nose, and suddenly its eyes lit up, as if it saw the big stick bone, and it pounced forward.

"You blind dog, how dare you bark in front of my master?"

The big dog uttered human words, and the wealthy businessman was so frightened that he fell off the carriage with a "pop".

"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, turned around and walked out of the way.

On this day, King Yuan returned to Beijing.