Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 450: Emperor Gan's Fury, Taoist Yuanqing

Wan Zhuliu frowned.

Through the bronze mirror, he could feel Emperor Gan's fury.

"Your Majesty, calm down."

Wang Jin was suspicious.

The conflict between the Evil God Cult and the Five Great Dao Sects, no matter which one suffered, the court would be the biggest winner. His Majesty should be happy to see them succeed.

Why would he be furious?

He was suspicious, but he also bowed to stop them:

"Your Majesty, think twice."

When dogs bite dogs, the host family must of course watch from the sidelines.

"This old ghost has evil in his heart!"

On the other side of the bronze mirror, Emperor Gan was still angry: "I suspect that this old ghost secretly communicated with the aliens and took the Changhong Yiqi Sword to prepare for a 'grand sacrifice'!"

"This old ghost wants a grand sacrifice?"

Wan Zhuliu's eyes sank slightly.

The grand sacrifice to the Eight Directions Temple was a major event that Emperor Gan had just decided with the alien who called himself Huang Longzi before the end of the year.

And this grand sacrifice needs to be led by someone from outside the sky.

"There is a traitor in the court!"

Wang Jin's face turned cold.

"Let's not talk about how that old ghost knew about the grand sacrifice. He has a secret relationship with someone from outside the sky and wants to perform the grand sacrifice, but I will never allow it!"

Emperor Gan's voice was very cold:

"Catch him and come to the God's Capital to see me."

"I obey your order!"

Wan Zhuliu bowed and responded.

The light of the Great Sun Mirror faded away, and Wang Jin still frowned:

"Your Majesty, should you consider this matter again..."

Like the five major Taoist sects, the Evil God Cult only obeyed the court in name.

The Mao God of the Evil God Cult was a master who was famous all over the world when he was alive. After his death, he was also extremely unruly and cruel. It was not easy to drive him, and he never really surrendered.

Want to catch that old ghost...

"Your Majesty has an order, and as a minister, I should obey it."

Wan Zhuliu glanced at him lightly, and the latter was startled and hurriedly bowed his head to respond.

"Let's go."

Wan Zhuliu shook his sleeves and landed on the Duntian Boat. Wang followed quickly and urged the boat to break through the air.

Woo~

A cold wind blew through the mountains, and pieces of dead leaves and snow fell to the ground.

At this time, someone walked out slowly from the shadows.

He was a handsome middle-aged man with slightly white temples and a vicissitudes of life. He had a sword hanging from his waist and nothing else.

He walked slowly under the cliff and reached out to grab a handful of bone sand:

"After thirty years of separation, who knew that we would meet again in life and death, brother Wei, slow down, and wait for me to send someone down to accompany you!"

The bone sand on his fingertips was blown away by the wind. Taoist Yuanqing slowly raised his head and could vaguely see the faint traces left by the Duntian Boat after it went away:

"Wan Zhuliu, Thousand Eyes Master..."

He raised his hand and lightly pressed his eyebrows. After a slight sense, he jumped up.

The sword light was like a tide that engulfed him. The next moment, he disappeared into the forest at a very fast speed.

…

At the junction of Henglong Road and Yanshan Road.

A mountain range that stretches for tens of thousands of miles and is full of miasma.

The main altar of the Evil God Cult.

In the main hall, Yan Tianxiong was lying on a chair, tapping the armrests with his fingers, frowning.

“The five major Taoist sects have spread the word throughout the world. More than 80% of the temples in various prefectures, even counties, and counties have been closed.”

“In the territory of Yunmeng Dao, the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple was completely razed. The Changhong Sword Sect seemed to be crazy, surrounding and killing our branch halls everywhere, and several helmsmen were killed.”

“Taoist Yuanqing appeared in Yunmeng Dao…”

In the main hall, a black-faced old man reported in a deep voice.

The Red Flame Dragon King sat quietly on the side, looking at the other Dharma Kings and the two elders with his peripheral vision. Everyone’s face was as gloomy as water.

"Old...Why did the Dharma Master want to kill Wei Tianzuo?"

The tall white-faced elephant king looked unhappy. He was in charge of the Yunmeng branch. At this moment, many of his subordinates were killed and many branches were destroyed.

"Master, didn't the old ghost inform you before he took action?"

An old man as short as a child frowned and asked.

His name is Guan Shi, the left elder of the Evil God Sect.

"...No."

Yan Tianxiong's face sank slightly. He was annoyed and helpless.

He had seen the nine Dharma Masters more or less, such as the Sword Spirit Master and the Hundred-armed Taoist, and he could communicate with this Thousand-eyed Bodhisattva.

He really thought he was a god.

"He..."

Yan Tianxiong's heart jumped, and everyone in the hall also felt it, and looked outside the hall.

A low and indifferent voice echoed in the mountains:

"Where is Qianling? His Majesty has ordered you to go to the capital of the gods!"

Crack!

The sound wave was like thunder.

In the mountains, a group of evil god believers and masters came out of the caves and tunnels, looking up in shock.

I saw a huge ship as majestic as a city across the sky, with flags like a forest and thousands of elite soldiers standing on it.

On the deck, a silver-haired middle-aged man stood with a sword, overlooking the mountains. Under the diffusion of invisible energy, the clouds and miasma in the sky seemed to be dyed into ink, pressing down.

"Wan, King Zhenwu!"

"Duntianzhou, Royal Guards!"

"King Zhenwu!"

There was a cry of surprise in the mountains, and it soon died down. Most people retreated into the caves and tunnels.

Only Yan Tianxiong and others walked out of the hall slowly.

"Brother Wan, the old master is still in retreat, please wait."

Yan Tianxiong responded and ordered his left and right to go down to find someone, but his brows couldn't help but frowned.

The main altar of the sect is a secret place. This Wan came so openly. I am afraid he wants to show the way to the people of the five major sects?

Behind him, the faces of the elders and Dharma Kings were also very ugly. They also expected this.

Buzz~

Wan Zhuliu did not answer. The Duntian Boat made a slight sound and slowly descended.

In an instant, a hurricane suddenly rose in the mountains, blowing grass, mud, sand and snow all over the place.

"What does King Zhenwu want?"

A response came from the mountains.

Lines of incense rise up like smoke from cooking pots, intertwining vertically and horizontally, turning into the spiritual form of a Bodhisattva with a thousand eyes in his life and as high as a mountain.

He stands among the mountains, with a pure gold divine sword stuck in his heart. The mist behind him is heavy, and there seems to be other spirits looming.

"His Majesty has a decree for you to come to the palace to see me!"

On the escape boat, Wang Jin felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, but Wan Zhuliu seemed unaware and calmly spoke:

"Accept the order!"

The sound waves were like thunder, and the light and breath of the Escape Boat dimmed for a moment, like ink light rising from the sea, dyeing the sea of ​​clouds black.

There seems to be a blue dragon circling in it, and a divine edge breathing in peerless sharpness.

"Suppress the demon, look like a dragon!"

In front of the main hall, the expressions of Yan Tianxiong and others changed, sensing Wan Zhuliu's will.

If he doesn't accept the order, he will take action.

"Meet in person?"

A sneer came from the mountains, and the voice of Bone King Kong was loud:

"It's ridiculous! We and the imperial court have never been subordinate to each other, so how can we have an audience?!"

After the spiritual appearance of the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva, there emerges a spiritual appearance, big or small, some with missing limbs, some with nine heads, some like a sword, some like a blue dragon...

"What a courage!"

Wang Jin was furious.

Wan Zhuliu raised his hand and stopped, looking at the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva indifferently:

"Qian Ling, do you want to resist?"

"What if you resist the decree?"

Just like a mountain spirit looking at Tuantian Zhou with indifference and calmness, he naturally knew what Emperor Qian was thinking:

"Emperor Qian wants to perform a big sacrifice, but he doesn't know how to meet me. In that case, if I perform the big sacrifice on my own, what does it have to do with him?"

Click!

Thunder came out of the mountain, and the sky and the earth shook.

On the escape boat, the sound of the magic sword being unsheathed echoed in the mountains. There was only one sound, but there was no sound in the mountains.

Even in front of the main hall, most of the guardian elders except Yan Tianxiong also retreated and dodged.

"slow!"

Yan Tianxiong had a headache, but he had to stop him:

"Brother Wan, listen to me."

There were thousands of people drifting on the boat, and the sights of the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva in the mountains converged on him.

"The master's injury has not recovered yet, so it is difficult to go to the divine capital in person, but since His Majesty has a purpose..."

Yan Tianxiong sighed:

"In this case, we might as well make a compromise. How about the Dharma Master transforming into a spiritual body, letting the elders of the sect temporarily stay in a lodge, and go to the capital of gods to meet the saints?"

There was silence and no one answered.

After a while, Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva spoke first:

"Can!"

Wan Zhuliu looked at Yan Tianxiong:

"You stay in the lodge to meet His Majesty."

"..."

Yan Tianxiong's face twitched, but when he came to stop him, he was naturally prepared and bowed immediately:

"Of course you can."

…

Let’s fight!

Somewhere in the mountains, Taoist Yuanqing was sitting cross-legged in the miasma, roasting a bear's paw. With the help of the Escape Sky Boat, he naturally found this place.

At this moment, looking at Dun Tianzhou going away, he felt sorry in his heart.

If it weren't for Yan Tianxiong...

"Anyway, it's a big gain to find this place."

After eating the bear paw slowly, Taoist Yuan Qing reached out and pinched his face, and his face changed accordingly. Soon, he turned into a dark-faced middle-aged man.

"If we can find the shrines of these old ghosts..."

After wiping the oil on his hands, Taoist Yuan Qing squinted his eyes.

These hairy gods of the Evil God Cult are extremely difficult to kill. Either destroy the temple and cut off their incense, or crush them back and forth with their spiritual appearance, but either way is very troublesome.

Then when he found the shrine and smashed it into pieces, not to mention the guru, the boy, and the Dharma Master, their souls were all gone.

This third type is relatively simple, provided that it is found.

"Even if I can't, I still have to take back the Changhong Yiqi Sword!"

Feeling a little cold in his heart, Taoist Yuan Qing walked into the mountains. The face he pinched was a high-status leader of the evil church he had killed on the way.

In the mountains, I was surprised by the Duntian Zhou. Not to mention the hidden sentry, there was not even a bright post.

"It's a shame."

I met an evil cultist on the road, and Taoist Yuan Qing talked to him in a different tone, but he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious in his heart.

'This old boy seems to have a smell, the smell of the old monk Long Yingchan...'

"Hall Master Helian? I have admired you for a long time."

It was an old man with a pale face. I don't know whether he was frightened or had lost too much blood. He cupped his hands and said:

"I'm the deputy head of the Youzhou branch, Yu Banzhou."

…

…

The news of Wei Tianzuo's murder spread throughout the world like a hurricane. The government and the public were shaken for a while, and the world was in an uproar. There were countless fights and undercurrents.

In Longhu Temple, there is also a feeling that a storm is coming.

The day after Wei Tianzuo was killed, all Taoist martial arts performances had been suspended. Although the true disciples and elders of each family had not left yet, they were just waiting for the final decision among Taoist sects.

"call!"

On the main peak of Longmen, in the small courtyard, Li Yuan was flipping through a book. It was very thin, with only thirteen pages.

This list is famous, listing twelve active land gods in the world.

Wan Zhuliu came first, occupying two pages, followed by eleven people in no particular order. The Five Great Dao Sects plus the Xinyi Sect, Dading Zen Master, totaled eight people.

However, the credibility of this divine list is not high.

Firstly, Long Xixiang was not among them, and secondly, he did not believe that there were only three great masters in the imperial court: Wan Zhuliu, Wu Yingxing, and Chief Jingping.

"call!"

After closing the divine list, Li Yuan calmed down and stood up.

The transformation of the Mirage Dragon Belt has come to an end.