Seven days later, the Xizhou God who forcibly broke into the Daofu and made this decision was actually helpless.

Without Xu Yan's traces, he can't find the innate spirit treasure, and since Xu Yan opened the teleportation array, it is like completely disappearing from the world, and there is no clue at all, if he continues to look for it, he can only waste time.

The last suspicious place in the Dongzhou region is the Daofu, as long as there is no trace of Xu Yan in the Daofu, this group of gods can leave Dongzhou.

A wine banquet broke up unhappily.

With a heavy heart, Shen Ye Daoren left the restaurant, stood at the gate and looked at the word Yingxian above his head, he shook his head with a wry smile, and said to himself: "It's too high, if it collapses, it will fall harder, maybe you will fall to death......"

Yingxian Building has twenty floors, and it is indeed too high as Shenye Dao people said.

Everyone in the world knows that standing high and looking far away, and also knows that the higher the place, the more painful the fall, the too high in Shen Ye's mouth, it is talking about Yingxian Tower, and it is not a metaphor for Taoism.

The status of the Taoist government is too high, so high that once it collapses, it will usher in an unpredictable catastrophe.

"Are they scattered? In a quiet and elegant courtyard in the capital, a young but tired young man asked.

"After seven days, if the gate is not opened, they will force their way into the province. Shen Ye Daoren, who returned from Yingxian Tower, sighed helplessly, and said: "No one has dared to be disrespectful to the Daofu for five hundred years, but unfortunately, the time has been too long, and the long years have worn out the majesty of the Daofu and the prestige of the strong who have crossed the robbery. ”

can make the strong person who turns into a god an uncle, which shows the high status of young people, but the appearance of young people is exactly Dao Zijun Wule!

"I didn't expect to fly to the disaster, this is called sitting at home behind closed doors, and the disaster comes from the sky. Daozi's voice was full of exhaustion, and said: "If you can't stop it, you have to block it, summon all the gods in the outer gate dojo, and the door of the Daofu can't be opened, otherwise, the Daoist system of the Daofu will be broken." ”

With the tired voice, Daozi's short hair that was slightly long turned whiter, and the young Daozi looked a little old.

"The Xizhou Domain has arrived in the East Continent this time with nearly a hundred gods, and there are also the peak of the gods such as the Dan Holy Soul Warden Xuanyuan Island Lord and the Buddha, and all the gods in our thirty-six outer gate dojos together are not as many as them, not to mention that there is no one who has reached the peak of the gods, I'm afraid I can't stop it......"

When Shen Ye got up, he bowed down and bowed for a long time, lowered his head and asked, "Uncle Shi, Daofu, what's wrong?"

"No need to ask, go ahead, as long as I Qu Jiuge is not dead, the Daofu will still be there. Daozi slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but he didn't spit it out for a long time.

With the darkness of the night, Shenye Daoist turned around and left, maybe he had already guessed the truth of the Daofu, but he didn't want to believe it, let alone believe it.

Because the Daofu's robbership powerhouse is still there, the second senior brother of the Daofu is still there, and the Daofu's Qu Jiuge is still there!

Just like Qu Jiuge's deep whisper, as long as he is not dead, the Dao Mansion is still the Dao Mansion, but unfortunately, the old age of this second Dao clone indicates that there is not much vitality left in the body.

With a sigh, his closed eyes opened again.

In front of me is not a quiet and elegant courtyard, but a devastated ancient Taoist mansion, the green bricks on the ground have long been cracked, like a mocking mouth, the house has collapsed, and the grass and trees have withered.

The ears are not the caress of the night wind, but the endless roar, the terrible roar has not been interrupted in the past five hundred years, the magic sound into the brain, people can not bear it, headache splitting.

In the sky, instead of summer rain and winter snow, thousands of demon spirits are swimming, undulating like ocean waves, and like dark clouds pressing on the top, the sky is no longer bright, and the stars and moon are colorless.

There was no glorious robe on his body, but wriggling maggots and dead air, and when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a human voice, and a hideous demon soul rushed out of his mouth.

"Die, Qu Jiuge, you should die too, you exchanged one life for the four lives of the four demon kings, you made a lot of money!"

The eerie demon soul opened and closed its bloody mouth, chewing on the flesh of its enemies.

"Five hundred years, five hundred years! If you kill the four kings, you will have to suffer five hundred years of soul devouring! Your flesh and blood have dried up, your white bones are about to be shattered, and your divine soul will turn into nothingness and be devoured by the demon king!"

At the mouth of the Daoist's heart, the second demon soul rushed out, and the mournful roar was full of anger and resentment.

"It's time to end, even if you are the peak of the tribulation, you will also fall here, you have formed a cage with your own vitality, imprisoned us for 500 years, imprisoned yourself for 500 years, is it worth it? For the sake of this empty Daofu, is it worth it!!"

The third demon soul came out from the top of the Daoist's head, and asked condescendingly, his tone was solemn, and his eyes were cold.

"It's worth it, how can it not be worth it......" The Taoist moved the corners of his dry mouth with difficulty, and made a weak voice: "With my life, in exchange for five hundred years of peace, it is worth it." ”

"The human race is selfish, no one will be grateful for what you do, Qu Jiuge, you are making yourself amorous, the world is ignorant, even the Taoist master can't influence the world, you want to influence the world!"

"The human race is despicable, what you do will only bring infamy, it is you who have composed nine songs, buried the inheritance of the Daofu, you can't keep the Daofu, you can't keep the Tang Dynasty, and you can't keep Dongzhou!"

"The human race is insignificant, what you have done, who can you save, look at this empty Daofu, what is left in addition to tens of thousands of corpses? Five hundred years of persistence, what are you for!"

The questioning from the strong man of the demon clan is like the most terrifying slam blow, which can make the strong cry, make the prince bend his knees, and even break the hearts of the world, but it can't shatter the calm smile on the face of the Dao person.

"For what...... Just for Daofu Yongchang!Heh, hehe, hahahaha!"

Dressed in shabby clothes, the Taoist man with white bones in front of his heart and behind his heart tried his best to let out a wild laugh, the sound was like a night owl, and the demon souls scattered in the sky.

The scattered demon souls quickly gathered again under the command of the soul of the demon king, turning into a wide mouth and passing through the body of the Taoist, every time a demon soul passed through Qu Jiuge's body, it would take away a wisp of his flesh and blood, a wisp of divine soul.

The ancient and dilapidated Taoist mansion has long been riddled with holes, and the huge mansion is full of white bones.

Some of these white bones stood and sitting, some pointed in the middle of the yard, some pinched the curse mark on the road, some opened their mouths as if they were screaming and scolding, and some still raised their hands to grasp the enemy with half of their bodies left, but none of the white bones showed the movement of turning and fleeing.

They are Taoist disciples, and they are also white bone heroes!

The vicious battle that occurred five hundred years ago turned this holy land of the human race into a dead domain, and tens of thousands of disciples of the Daofu and thousands of demon lords died together.

How strong the will is it to endure the suffering of five hundred years of ten thousand demons devouring the heart.

In the desolate Daofu, in the silent night, a mournful song came from the uninhabited dead land, the song was faint, transparent, but unyielding.

"A song comes to the east for a banquet, a lifetime plays a sage, I am a slave in my own instrument, where to find the heavens? not into an immortal, not into an immortal, nine songs fluttering, singing in the world ......"