The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

In the dark place of the poisonous mist swamp, that gloomy bronze Great Hall exudes a strange color.

The nine black coffins were all opened together, and the rich poisonous gas was permeated, and nine figures were kneeling there.

They are like ghosts in the dark, skinny like corpses, and there is no breath of life on their bodies.

In this dark place, under the thick black mist, there was a straight figure standing there.

He is dressed in white, standing with his hands behind him.

"The Sect big change more than ten years ago has kept you silent. You don’t hesitate to take out the Sect token for it, so that I won’t ask any more. Very well, that’s all for that. You told me that the time has not come, ten. In six years, there is bound to be an answer."

"Actually, you don’t need to talk about it. I also know that someone fell into my Yellow Springs Poison Sect sixteen years ago. I don’t know who this person is, how good this person is, or even knowing his purpose. He is a male or female. But as the Sect Leader of the Yellow Springs Poison Sect, if I hadn’t looked at the token, how would I tolerate this doubt... for sixteen years."

"Being a token will only allow me to tolerate it for 16 years, but it's not for you, nor for the Yellow Springs Poison Sect, but just to repay a favor."

"Now that sixteen years have passed, that favor is no longer worthy of me to tolerate. Now... are you still not going to give me an answer?"

In the depths of the black mist, the impermanence in white clothes slowly turned around. His eyes were like electricity, and he swept across the nine Elders of the Yellow Springs Poison Sect.

"Sect Leader..."

The nine Elders drew cold sweat on their foreheads.

To be honest, someone came to the Yellow Springs Poison Sect 16 years ago and took out the ancestor token, but if only a token is not enough to make the nine Elders of the Yellow Springs Poison Sect surrender willingly.

People in the evil faction have always been perverted and unruly, how can they succumb to a token.

It was that man was too terrifying, and his Cultivation Base was unfathomable. Even if he stood there, his aura was like a mighty force, and he suppressed all the eight Elders who were out of Li Fengdu with the exception of impermanence and impermanence.

This is nothing. What really frightened and shocked the eight Elders was that they looked exactly like the Patriarch on the Yellow Springs Poison Sect portrait.

The founder of the Yellow Springs Poison Sect was founded thousands of years ago, and he was completely poisonous.

But it is just such a person who disappeared and died, who has reappeared for a thousand years, so how can the eight Elders of the Yellow Springs Poison Sect remain unmoved.

"Sect Leader... I really don't know when I wait, that person is too strong, he threatened me to wait..."

"Intimidate you to wait? Heh... You are also considered a generation of Elder. You are threatened by people like ants, a bunch of trash, and now you are not going to tell me in detail."

"Yes……"

The nine Elders knelt on the ground, with cold sweat on their foreheads, and they wanted to explain without hesitation.

At this moment, Yin Wuchang's eyes flashed coldly, his eyes were like a knife stabbing Shattering Void, staring into the darkness of the northeast.

"who!"

There was a sound of jealous laughter, which was harsh and evil.

"Yin impermanence, I didn't expect that after a thousand years, there will be a figure like you among my younger disciples. It's also rare."

The voice of evil was erratic, near and far away, coming from the darkness.

"Your junior disciple?"

Yin Wuchang sneered and said coldly, "The people who hide their heads and show their tails, dare to be presumptuous in front of this seat!"

A green ball of light slammed into the darkness in the southwest, where the void exploded, and as the ripples spread, a skinny palm came out. After being hit by the ball of light, the palm immediately trembled.

Obviously, the owner of this palm also underestimated the impermanence.

"Good skill!"

The owner of the palm exclaimed, somewhat surprised, but he did not appear.

"Yin impermanence, because you don't know my true identity, I don't care about you. But I tell you now that I am your ancestor."

An icy breath radiated out like a tide, and when Yin Wuchang stared at it, a figure in a black robe appeared there.

It was a black-haired, but very old, stern old man. His eyes were slanted, like two sharp swords.

"My Patriarch?"

Yin Wuchang sneered, but didn't do anything. At this time, seeing the other side's appearance clearly, to be honest, Yin Wuchang was indeed a little surprised. The other side's appearance was exactly the same as the portrait enshrined in the Great Hall.

At this time, even the impermanence of Yin was shocked, and it was rare that he did not act rashly anymore.

The black-robed old man was very satisfied with the change of the impermanence, he stared at the impermanence, with undisguised appreciation in his eyes.

"The old man left Yellow Springs Poison Sect for thousands of years, but to be honest, it was my hard work after all, so for nearly a thousand years, the old man has been paying attention to the situation of Yellow Springs Poison Sect. Although the development of Yellow Springs Poison Sect is good, it is It just made the old man feel acceptable, not satisfactory, but until your master Yin Wushuang appeared."

"You have seen my master Yin Wushuang."

Hearing the name Yin Wushuang, Yin Wuchang suddenly narrowed his eyes, his breath fluctuating.

But the black robe old man did not answer.

Instead, he continued: "Yin Wushuang is worthy of a generation of evildoers. Not only did the Yellow Springs poisonous power of Yellow Springs poison sect change, but also created his own martial arts-Yellow Springs burial road. Speaking of which he created Yellow Springs poisonous sect. The old man is naturally very pleased to be able to appear such a character, and he has also appeared in person, but unfortunately he rejected the old man’s kindness, so the result can only be regretted..."

He sighed a little when he said this.

Then he stared at Yin Wuchang with a strange gaze, "Continue to answer your last question, as Yin Wushuang is the father and son of the old man after a thousand years, how can the old man disappear?"

If he has a deep meaning, he smiles instead of smiling, and the words turn: "Although Yin Wushuang is unhappy and rejected the old man, although the old man regrets, he at least left me with one of you. This will not let the old man be too disappointed. , It didn't bury his value."

The words of the black-robed old man are tantamount to showing that Yin Wushuang's disappearance 30 years ago was related to him.

"Where is my master!"

Yin Wuchang asked in a deep voice. He was cold and indifferent to other meanings.

"Where is Yin Wushuang?"

The black-robed old man smiled strangely: "If the geniuses in this world cannot be used by others, they should be destroyed. Since you grew up in the Yellow Springs Poison Sect, don't you know the traditions of the Yellow Springs Poison Sect?"

This rhetorical question made Yin Wuchang's heart cold in vain, and his inner killing intent emerged.

What is the tradition of the Yellow Springs Poison Sect, impermanence knows better than anyone.

If you can’t surrender, you will be Human Cauldron...

Thinking of Yin Wushuang, the memory of Yin Wuchang suddenly returned to sixty years ago, when he was just a child, an orphan who lost his parents because of the chaos.

He was eating a few roots on the side of the road, living a life of hunger and cold.

"Will you go with me?"

"Why should I go with you?"

"Because I can keep you alive."

"Alive?"

"There is hope when you are alive, and you can see tomorrow when you are alive."

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