Taoist Master, Stop Fighting. The Heavenly Path Is Almost Destroyed

"The domineering and arrogant attitude must not have been written by my husband. Who wrote this sentence?" Princess Jing looked at it carefully for a while and asked her husband with a burning gaze.

"Since Madam has already guessed it, why do you need to ask knowingly?"

The couple looked at each other, and with a faint smile, Princess Jing drifted away, leaving only a faint scent of fragrance.

The candlelight flickered in the room, lighting up King Jing's uncertain face.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, one long and two short, and the door opened.

A hooded man in black walked in quietly. As soon as he entered the door, he took off his hood, revealing a head of white hair.

"I've met King Jing."

"Senior Shenji Baixiao is here. This time it was so smooth, thanks to the senior who guided Fengyun. Thank you for your hard work, senior."

King Jing poured a cup of fragrant tea and walked forward holding the tea bowl with a smile.

"How dare I bother His Highness with my merits of this magnitude?"

"I ventured here late at night today. I really don't understand. The Blood Spirit Son has the powerful Corpse God of the Moroko clan of the ancient demon royal family as his puppet. He himself has even half-stepped into the realm of master. If this is what I expected, This person should be fully promoted during the battle."

"If the worst happens, His Highness's years of planning may all be in vain, and the whole situation will fall to King Wu. I wonder why Your Highness still wants me to preach that the Blood Spirit Son will win, instead of betting on both sides?"

"In this way, even if Taoist Yinlong is defeated, we will not lose too badly."

King Jing smiled slightly when he heard this, his face full of confidence.

"Sir, the king should be decisive and consistent."

"If this is a great success, then no one will be able to threaten my position. If it is a big defeat, it will be nothing more than an abnormal attack and defense. I will stay dormant for another hundred years. With my foundation, even if I lose this time, You can still stay in the chess game. If King Wu loses, then he will have nothing."

"It is not the behavior of a king to forget his life when he sees small profits, or to cherish his own life when doing big things."

King Jing, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, leaned forward slightly, his eyes full of confidence and calmness.

Seeing King Jing's appearance like this, Shenji Baixiao felt relieved. He cupped his hands and said:

"Since Your Highness is confident, I am willing to do my best and add fuel to the fire tomorrow."

"Everything depends on the gentlemen."

For a moment, the two of them looked at each other as if they were monarchs and ministers, and smiled. After Shenji Baixiao left, the room fell into silence, and the look in King Jing's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Lord Greedy Wolf Star, don't let me down."

He sighed, opened the window, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then walked towards Princess Jing's bedroom.

Now he is far less confident than he was in front of others, he is just holding on.

Whoever retreats loses.

Having been King Jing for hundreds of years, he knew very well the temperament of his father, the thousand-year-old emperor. If he had two sides, even if Lord Greedy Wolf Star won the day after tomorrow, he would still lose in the heart of his father.

Such a king cannot be the emperor of Qin.

And he is not such a king.

Lifting up the bead curtain, in front of the dressing table, the 'little koala' was already dressed in gauze, her red lips biting the rouge paper, and she was finished dressing up.

After being married for many years, how could she not know the pressure her husband was under now?

The little koala smiled brightly, just like before.

That year, she stopped playing on the swing, got up, straightened her slender hands, and walked away shyly. She leaned against the door and looked back, sniffing the green plums.

"Madam, you."

"Hiss~" King Jing took a breath of cold air and lowered his head to stare at Qian Ying.

After a cup of tea time.

The moonlight disappeared into the clouds, and the figures gradually overlapped together. The wind was particularly noisy tonight, the green plums were smelling, the green plums were smelling, the gold hairpins were in the socks, and the thin gauze was soaked with sweat.

The bamboo shadows outside the house were blown more and more by the strong wind, and the green bamboos swayed from side to side.

….

"The wind is really strong today! Fellow Taoist Lin Luo, drink up!"

"What the Taoist Master said is true, he is indeed very powerful!" Lin Luo, wearing the familiar purple socks, had her legs close together under the table and was having a drink with Yi Chen.

Today, Lin Luo sent an invitation and asked him to come over for a drink, so Yi Chen came.

For some reason, Lin Luo didn't feel disgusted with Yi Chen who was riding the horse one after another. Instead, she was quite curious. She covered her face with her sleeves, took another drink and agreed with a smile:

"The day after tomorrow is the day of decisive battle. How sure are you?"

Yi Chen raised his head and saw a pair of wonderful eyes looking directly into his eyes.

"Needless to say, does Xue Lingzi have the strength to compete with Pindao? Ten points!" Yi Chen smiled, spread out his two big hands, and suddenly made fists.

The sonic boom sounded, very powerful.

He told the truth that he was attracted to the corpse of the ancient demon royal family controlled by Xue Lingzi. This object was obviously destined to him. If he didn't earn this kind of crimson spot, would he, Yi Chengzi, still be a human being?

"really?"

"That's natural, perfect score."

"Get lost!" Lin Luo immediately laughed and cursed after hearing this. Some people were led astray by some Taoist priests after all. They were less rigid and more lively.

"How much did you buy, Fellow Daoist Lin?"

"If the Taoist master loses the day after tomorrow, Lin Luo may have to move to Si Xing Yamen."

"Cow." Yi Chen raised his thick eyebrows. This time he did not joke again, but said seriously, "But fellow Taoist, don't panic. I feel that in two days, fellow Taoist Lin Luo, you will have two houses."

The two people's eyes met, and they drank until dawn before leaving.

Damn it, Yi Chen found himself surrounded by a bunch of moths, only Yichengzi was carrying the burden forward, and the atmosphere of the spiritual world was ruined.

Of course, it was definitely not his Yichengzi who messed it up.

On the second day, in Mingxiang Tower, colorful lanterns were hung high, and the whole hall was full of applause!

"Ah! In this Dharma Assembly, Senior Shenji Baixiao has won eight out of ten, excluding that despicable Star Lord, and his record is remarkable. I wonder which one do you think is more promising for the champion of this fight?"

A man stood up in the hall and asked with a bow.

Relying on Shenji Baixiao's predictions for other matches, he made a lot of money and collected enough resources for the True Lord Realm.

Yu Erchun was curled up in a corner, with a plate of fennel beans and a small pot of wine on the table, silent.

The excitement was for others, but he had nothing.

"I feel bad for you all. The Star Lord of Greedy Wolf always surprises us and hides himself too deeply. I was careless."

"But this time, I still think highly of Daoist Fellow Xue Lingzi. You should have heard the reasons for the battle between Daoist Fellow Xue Lingzi and Daoist Fellow Zuo Wangji of the Supreme Dao Sect. If I am right, Daoist Fellow Xue Lingzi should have another trump card. Everyone, listen to the dragon's roar~"

…..

"Everyone, it is not a loss if you bet. Today, to show my sincerity and for the reputation of my God of Machines, I will bet all my wealth on you. Next, even this portable magic weapon was mortgaged by me.

In my humble opinion, fellow Daoist Xue Lingzi will surely win. If not, I will swear a Daoist oath in my lifetime that I will never comment on any fight again. "

"Of course, these are just my own words. Fighting is risky, so you still need to be cautious."

"Brilliant! Senior, you are so kind."

"Senior, you made a mistake before, it was entirely because of the insidiousness of this humble Star Lord. Senior, you don't have to blame yourself." The cultivator with a flashing look in the crowd immediately stood up and said loudly.

For a while, everyone nodded.

"It's not a loss if there is a bet? It's not a loss if there is a bet! Good! I, Fu Dichun, will fight you, Greedy Wolf Star Lord."

Sitting in a corner, Fu Dichun raised his head and poured a mouthful of turbid wine into his throat. He stood up and walked towards a store. He was willing to sign a hundred-year contract with someone and gamble again.

The wind on the long street was a bit strong today, blowing Fu Dichun's leek green robe.

Although the body of Yi Dichun had long been immune to cold and heat, for some reason, his hands tucked into his sleeves were shaking slightly, and his heart was a little cold.

He looked up at the white sun in the sky, and felt a fine cold sweat on his forehead. For a moment, Yi Dichun stood in front of a store, hesitating, his expression uncertain.

"Damn it, why are there so many visiting cards? What is the Taoism that I and the male Taoist friends are talking about? I don't want to meet them." Yi Chen threw a pile of visiting cards on the table, turned around and walked into the quiet room. The name of Zu Wangji was written on the top visiting card.

The war was imminent, and he had to prepare well.

What Yi Chen didn't know was that Xue Lingzi had already sent away the fifth wave of Taoist friends. At this moment, he felt that his facial muscles were slightly stiff.

There was no other way. Shen Haichao came to tell him his job in person. The people who handed in the visiting cards were all powerful elders and seniors of the Demon Sect, and even people from neutral sects. This matter would be very beneficial to their Yuling Shengkui Sect's future challenge to Wuding Shen Sect, so he had to do it.

After a brief demonstration, everyone left with satisfaction. Huge wealth flowed into the stall again, and the odds of Xue Lingzi were lowered again, and then all of them were eaten up by the mysterious force.

Two major opponents were quietly formed, and the undercurrent was surging at the bottom.

At this moment, Ye Qingxue of Qianyuan Sword Sect was also telling something to the beautiful woman.

"Qingxue, are you so confident in that Tanlang Xingjun? Now many people are more optimistic about Xue Lingzi." The beautiful woman chuckled.

"Master, that's because they haven't really fought against the Greedy Wolf Star Lord. Qingxue has been thinking carefully these days and has tasted some of the flavor. If they had faced the Greedy Wolf Star Lord directly, they would know that this person is like an iceberg on the sea surface, and what is exposed outside is just the tip of the iceberg."

"Surpassing this person is Qingxue's goal."

Ye Qingxue's eyes were bright, and the sword energy rang as she spoke. A circle of sword wheel phantoms appeared under her slender feet, and a purple sword shadow suddenly rose from her eyes.

"Good! Good! Good! Break and then build. That day, Qingxue, you were interrupted by the Greedy Wolf Star Lord when you broke through in the battle. I thought you would need several years of hard work to condense the sword domain, but now you have succeeded. Now you have the capital to fight with Zuo Wangji." The beautiful woman laughed immediately when she saw this strange situation. She pondered for a while, "Well, although I still think highly of Xue Lingzi, since Qingxue insists, my Qianyuan Sword Sect will participate. Of course, I will buy less." The same scene also happened in major sects. For example, Zuo Wangji of the Supreme Taoist Sect was optimistic about the Greedy Wolf Star Lord, while Que Yunzi of the Creation Taoist Sect was just the opposite. For a time, the major sects were divided into two factions, the Greedy Wolf Star Lord party and the Blood Spirit Son party. The top leaders of the sixteen top sects rarely saw this grand event. They were so excited that they gambled with others in private, pushing this grand event to a new level. If the superior likes something, the subordinates will follow suit. All the big guys have joined in. If they pluck a leg hair, it will be thicker than the waist of others, attracting countless monks who originally had no intention of gambling to join in.

The depth and breadth of the battle of the Great Qin Dharma Assembly spread like a virus, far exceeding everyone's expectations and attracting everyone's attention.

It has become so big that King Jing and King Wu can't handle it, and private betting has become a trend.

….

….

Time is like a scumbag, never stopping for any woman, and the day of the Great Qin Dharma Assembly has arrived in the blink of an eye.

Because there were too many monks coming to watch the battle, the Millennium Emperor specially changed the place for the fight for this grand event, ordered a formation to delineate an area with a diameter of 30,000 meters, built a high platform, and set up a large formation of heaven and earth nets to block the aftermath of the battle between the two.

After all, the last time Mr. Greedy Wolf Star showed his magic body, he caused a lot of trouble. This time, with the big formation blocking him, it would be fine.

Above Qing Ming, Xue Lingzi looked indifferent, and the sky wind filled his sleeves and danced fiercely.

If he said this before, he was just seeking revenge for his junior brother, now he has another reason not to lose.

If he lost this time...he simply couldn't imagine the consequences.

With the addition of other sects, things like grudges will rise. The result of layer upon layer of increase is what it is now, with clear lines and tight barriers under the high platform.

The sun is high in the sky.

The incense stick as thick as an arm in the center of the arena has been burned for more than half, and Xue Lingzi has been blowing it on Qingming for a long time, but Lord Greedy Wolf Star still did not show up.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally their eyes focused on Yuan Jun, who was wearing a peach blossom mask.

Damn it, Tanlang Xingjun ran away, right?

Being stared at by so many monks at once, even with Yuan Jun's cultivation level, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.

She sneered and said, "Don't worry, everyone, the little wolf will be here soon. I'll hurry up."

"Hey, I just got some inspiration for the ninth halberd move, and I have to work again." Yi Chen sighed. When he was in retreat to adjust his state, he suddenly had an idea and got some inspiration, so he wasted some time.

Just when Yuan Jun took out the purple astrolabe, suddenly a tall figure holding a halberd came slowly on the horizon in the distance.

Taking one step forward, the majestic figure disappeared a hundred meters away.

"The majestic wisdom and martial arts are the best among all the people."

"The heroes laugh and the world is determined."

"The giants of heaven and earth all praise you!"

"It's hard to brush a speck of dust off my palm!"

The words are chanted and the figures are still.

The solitary poem trumpet resounds through the cold and solitary peak, with a majestic momentum that is unique in the world.

The majestic figure's knees bent, suddenly bounced up like springs, and then suddenly accelerated and fell!

There was only a loud explosion, and a majestic figure fell in the center of the arena, exploding into thousands of feet of smoke and dust. The strong wind aroused extinguished the incense sticks stuck on the big cauldron in the center of the arena.

Everyone turned their attention to the figure in the field.

"Holy shit, what happened? Why are there something wrong with these people's eyes?" The smoke had not dispersed, but Yi Chen's five senses were so sharp that he immediately noticed something was wrong, nothing was right.

At this moment, a message suddenly appeared in Yi Chen's heart.

"Xiaolang, this is a big game, you must not lose."

It was Yuanjun's voice.

Gan, who can tell me, what the hell happened during the two days I was in seclusion? Yuanjun, what did you do again? Covering up positions again?

Yi Chen was surprised, but now was not the time to study these things in detail. He thrust the holy halberd into the ground suddenly, and the ground solidified by the formation was easily penetrated by the halberd, leaving only a round metal handle exposed.

He stepped forward with an indifferent expression.

A brilliant beam of light was seen emerging from the halberd, and the blazing white light suddenly lifted Yi Chen's figure up, and did not stop until it was half a head above the bleeding spirit child.

"Mr. Greedy Wolf Star, you are here."

"Wrong (liao), it's me, Chun Yang, who is here."

"Pindao hates it when others stand taller than me, Xue Lingzi, don't you mind!" Yi Chen grinned, with a hint of ferocity in his smile.

"I don't mind. What do you mind about me and the dead man? I thought you didn't dare to come." Xue Lingzi said with a smile.

"What a fool, you are so brave! If you don't take the road to the Immortal Court, the Holy Seal of Pure Yang will open up the sky!"

Amidst the angry shouts, Chunyang Tianmen descended, and Yi Chen's huge spiritual shadow suddenly unfolded.

The overlord raises his halberd, the five halberds swallow the sky and destroy the earth, reincarnation.

Amid the turmoil, a dark vortex suddenly emerged, and the majestic polar element and the surging river of blood suddenly collided.

With just one blow, everyone was shocked!