There is almost everyone who knows all the information about the Taoist Yuanyang, and almost everyone knows the Holy Land of Mingyue. As the shadow of the oracle of Qi, he naturally won’t know.

Looking at the man's sudden appearance, what he did was a rare unscrupulous person in the world.

But even if he is a madman and a rude man, he must have a great support, not to mention that Taoist Yuanyang, who is a talented person, must be the best person in Dongzhou.

But where is his dependence?

"It's a pity that the Holy Lord has not yet left the gate, otherwise with Mingyue's understanding of this person's foundation, everything will be solved."

Qi Shenyu shook his head slightly, sighing slightly:

"This time, there is some fun watching. The madman from Butian Pavilion is not easy to mess with..."

Butian Pavilion has a special status in Dongzhou.

It is not as good as the three holy places and the ten sects, but its status is not much different, and it even makes other sects and even the holy places afraid.

This is of course not without a reason.

"But, there are only a few strong men in Guiyi in this world. There seems to be no such person in Butian Pavilion..."

Mo Ying was a little confused:

"Even if they come with the help of other domain sects, they may not be able to do anything to the Taoist Yuanyang."

In one battle, he defeated three master-level figures. There is no doubt that this Yuanyang Taoist has become the number one person in Dongzhou after Emperor Tianding.

Once upon a time, the heads of the ten major sects took action together, and the revival of the King Lingbao, and the various Sects of Wonderful Sects suppressed the Kings.

But as a result, Emperor Tianding was able to fight back and kill the head of the Refining Platform!

Such an existence is almost invincible among the same level. No matter how strong the Butian Pavilion in Zhongzhou is, can the heads of the top ten sects join forces to become stronger?

"The magical weapon and spiritual treasure are only used to inherit and protect the Tao. The real foundation of the holy land is something that outsiders cannot guess..."

Qi Shenyu slowly lowered his eyes, covering the ripples deep in his eyes:

"Any holy land has been baptized by a long period of time and has been passed down from the Middle Ages. It does not represent anything in this world..."

“You mean?”

Mo Ying seemed to have thought of something, and her heart was slightly shocked. This was a secret that he had never touched before.

It seems that the Taoist Yuanyang actually made the elder feel the crisis.

"The holy land has been passed down from generation to generation for millions of years, how can it be easily surpassed by one person and one generation?"

Qi Shenyu's body and mind are silent, and his voice is dull:

"He is the best in his life, but my holy land is the best in all ages..."

.........

When he came, he hurriedly pursued him, spanning one and two hundred thousand miles.

When he left, An Qisheng was not in a hurry. He left Bai Yujing and walked slowly.

"After flying for a long time, I forgot what it feels like to be down-to-earth."

An Qisheng stood on the deck with his hands behind his back, and the ship went downstream.

Looking from afar, I saw the river rolling eastward and the waves rushing.

It is like the endless eternal river of time. No matter how amazing it is, it is just a wave that flashes and disappears in this rolling river.

"Why should you leave if you can fly?"

Sanxin Lan Lingtong sat on An Qisheng's shoulder, and his calves kept swaying: "Fly, isn't it faster?"

"The great way is not only in the sky, but also in the earth."

An Qisheng held three Qiankun Spirit Rings, which were the rings of the three Lords of Butian Pavilion, including a large number of treasures and elixirs.

But in his heart, these many elixirs and treasures seemed to be less precious than the extraordinary river in front of him.

"Mr. Monster, you humans speak too puzzling."

Sanxin Lan Lingtong shook her head, not used to this way of speaking: "It is obvious that she can summarize it in the simplest words, why do you have to be so roundabout?"

In fact, it believes that language is only secondary, and the communication of information and the transmission of words and words is an extremely low way.

"Language is the transmission of the soul. The soul cannot face others directly. It will eventually turn around. It is like I am not invading the cold and heat at this time, and I am still wearing clothes."

An Qisheng glanced at the little blue-skinned monster.

Of course, there is no such thing as wearing clothes for information life. Fortunately, they do not have the same distinction between male and female.

"don't know."

The three-hearted Lan Lingtong did not think about human psychology, shook her head, turned into a stream of light and sank into An Qisheng's body again.

The many spiritual imprints are the greatest attraction to them.

Information is food and its promotion. Not long after it came to this world, it already felt like it was about to advance.

Huh ~

In the wet breeze, An Qisheng sat cross-legged, facing the sky with his five hearts closed and his eyes focused.

Digested the gains and losses of this battle.

Once upon a time, he would record every major event and unforgettable experience in the book, take it out in the future, and carefully ponder it after the change of mood.

Now he naturally doesn't need a "laptop", but after every incident, he will summarize gains and losses, good and bad.

If this is the cause, what kind of fruit will be born?

If this is the result, what is the cause?

This seemingly boring and meaningless thing runs through An Qisheng's past and present life, and enters all dreams.

......

In the Qianshan Cave Heaven, Feng Shidu was freely talking to several masters of the cave heaven in Butian Pavilion. The starlight was whipped in his hand, and the conversation was always unfavorable.

On the edge of Qianshan Mountain, there were three more people in the Tianyuan, and the starlight gathered here like a substance, suppressing the struggle of the Lord Butian Pavilion and the Lord Ling Tian.

Qian Shisi and the old man sat opposite each other, silent. Qian Shisi looked dull, but the old man felt ashamed and unwilling.

It seems that for a moment, I don't know what to say.

"Zuan Yang Taoist!"

The eyes of the Sect Master Ling Tian dripped blood, and his anger was burning above his head like a substance, as if he was about to burn the world.

Under the extremely powerful suppression, he could not even get up, and let him struggle.

The same one as him is the Lord of Butian Pavilion.

The Lord of Butian Pavilion was even more embarrassed than him, dressed in rags and bloody at seven orifices. The more he struggled, the more he was suppressed.

"The two fellow Taoists don't have to struggle. In this galaxy, you and I will become shackles that bind each other. The more you struggle, the stronger the suppression you will endure."

Finally, Qian Shisi spoke.

As soon as he spoke, the two of the Sect Master Ling Tian stopped and struggled with an ugly expression while the earth was shaking.

In this battle, several people were not necessarily injured, but it was difficult to accept being suppressed in this way.

"Fellow Daoist Qian knows a lot."

The Lord Ling Tian's face turned blue, his eyes were filled with fire, and his tone was not good.

Buzz ~

Gan Shisi was about to speak, but suddenly his heart moved.

When I looked up, I saw that the sky was red with blood.

Thousands of slight blood light burst out from the slump stone on the top of Mount Qianshan, an ancient altar that seemed to have experienced many years of baptism.
Chapter completed!