"Xuande, thank you for your hard work. ”

The old heavenly master turned his back to Long Zhantian, whose face was blue, and said softly to Zhang Xuande: "Master knows that you have tried your best to do these things, and I can also see that you are very embarrassed to fight such an unjust battle, I am also like you, but I have made a wrong choice. But elders, have you ever thought about why the Daqing Dynasty, which was once prosperous and not inferior to the Great Qin Dynasty, is now facing such a situation?"

As soon as these words came out, no one answered, and there was a dead silence in the dragon and tiger grand view.

"It seems that instead of doing anything to purge them in the past, we have responded to the old saying that wildfires can't burn and spring breezes blow and grow, why do you think that?" the Celestial Master's tone was obviously questioning, but still calm.

"Because they are rats in our eyes, no one can completely exterminate rats, whether they are burned with fire or cut with knives. The old woman, known as the "fairy", pointed out sharply.

The Celestial Master said, "Maybe they were once good citizens, and it was our pursuit that forced them into rats, and they were forced to fight against us in order to survive, right?"

Zhang Xuande suddenly realized: "It's not our pursuit, but the pursuit of the royal family, it is the Zhao family's royal family that targets them, so that they can't see the hope of living, the Dao Alliance has no grievances and no enmity with the Shadow Moon Sect, so it's a good move to kill people with a knife." ”

"You two masters and apprentices are cultivating immortals and cultivating crazy?!" Long Zhantian angrily rebuked in shock, "It is the Dragon Protector Legion of Qingguo that protects the inhabitants of the Southern Continent from the invasion of foreign enemies, these damned cults actually believe in a dragon slayer, you say this kind of thing is simply contempt for this dynasty!"

"Heh, if I'm not mistaken, the Dragon King Zhao Gongming first set a fire in Nanlu and killed countless residents of Nanlu before establishing the Daqing Dynasty, how can you be grateful for this kind of protection based on destruction?" The old man from the Whole Soul Gate directly mocked.

The Heavenly Master raised his hand to stop Long Zhantian's annoyance, signaled him to calm down, and said, " Now is not the time to think about the rights and wrongs of the past history, everyone is in the same boat, the Shadow Moon Sect is also a resident of the Southern Continent, and one of our compatriots, the old man still regrets approving you to carry out that purge war, and now it is time for us to make up for our mistakes, so the old man proposed that after this martial arts campaign is over, the Dao Alliance will ask the emperor for an edict to pardon the Shadow Moon Cultists, so that they can walk in the sun openly, and maybe they can become the right-hand men of the Dao Alliance. ”

Long Zhantian was speechless, as if he was looking at a stranger, you must know that in the purge battle back then, it was this Dragon Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master who killed the most people.

"As for the dragon slayer they believe in, it's just an ethereal legend, until now, no one has seen this dragon slayer, the old man thinks he's like a child's father-in-law, we don't need to embarrass those living Shadow Moon cultists for a person who doesn't exist at all, this is very stupid, we have been stupid for many years, we can't continue to be stupid. ”

The Old Heavenly Master sat tiredly on one of the empty chairs, and all the Alliance Elders stood with their hands down, looking at the respected Old Heavenly Master with a complicated expression.

"Poor Dao is a cultivator, and he is no longer the leader of the Dao Alliance, these things should not be told by me to you, but our dynasty has reached such a situation, the old man is really sad to listen to your discussion. ”

Everyone was silent, and the Dragon and Tiger Grand View echoed with the sighs of the Heavenly Master.

"What a sad situation, we can't see enemies, we can't find friends, it's rare that you really have to wait for the Northern Army to invade the Southern Continent...... When the people were frightened and helpless in the face of war...... Do you know who is a friend and who is an enemy?"

The Old Heavenly Master slowly stood up, a fine golden light flashed in his perennial squinted eyes, and almost everyone could feel the majestic qi in his body, which could make the terrifying power of the sea water stand still, making them unable to move.

"The god of the world, the king of the nine heavens, the time comes to move, and the heaven and the earth work together!"

Everyone saw that the Heavenly Master slowly raised his arm, and in the eye of the storm brought by the wind of the qi machine, the Dao robe fluttered and drummed as if it was filled with a strong wind, like a yellow purple chrysanthemum in full bloom.

His fingertips repeatedly sketched in the air, golden ripples converged like starlight, and a spell talisman several feet high suddenly appeared behind him.

The talisman was ethereal and erratic, revolving around the Celestial Master, and its brilliance was so dazzling that it was impossible to take your eyes off him.

"That's what it is...... Qimen Da Gong?"

Everyone stared blankly at the old heavenly master who was surrounded by countless golden light runes, many of them specialized in the way of talismans, and could use the formation to kill people and resist the enemy, but the time to draw talismans was short, a stick of incense was as long as a few hours or even two or three days, but with the blessing of the Qimen Great Jar Heaven and Earth Tongli, the holder was able to understand the changes in the laws of heaven and earth, and truly spread beans into soldiers.

This Qimen Da Gong is not held by Longhu Mountain at the beginning, but from Wudang Mountain's heirloom soldiers, many years ago, Wudang Mountain and Longhu Mountain had an earth-shattering battle, the two mountains were respectively to Qimen Da Gong and Zijin Lotus Pond as a bet, and finally Wudang Mountain was defeated by Longhu Mountain.

After that, Longhu Mountain added a world-renowned divine weapon, which has been stored in the hands of the Heavenly Master as a heirloom treasure, and has been passed down from generation to generation until now.

The ability of the Qimen Great Urn is not only reflected in the same force of heaven and earth, in its formation field, the holder can even decide the principle of life of all things at will, compared to those Qimen warlocks who burn their lives at the cost of improving their body functions and storing qi, the holder of the Qimen Great Urn does not have to worry about shortening their life at all, and their life can be longer and longer, even immortal.

"This martial arts move, in addition to the title of martial champion, the poor Dao will send another additional reward, which is this Qimen big basket!"

The old heavenly master reined in the qi talisman that released the body, looked at the elders of the alliance with a tired expression, and said: "We old immortals, we need to give a little encouragement to the young people, we can't take all the benefits in our arms, the old man doesn't want to become an immortal, he was born to die for a human and become a ghost, as for the power of this kind of thing, whether it is born or not, it will not be brought to death, and sooner or later it will have to be returned to God." Xuande, this Qimen Great Urn should have been passed on to you, and now the old man plans to dedicate this Qimen Great Urn as a reward for the martial arts leader, do you have any opinions?"

Zhang Xuande shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The disciple respects the master's actions and has no opinion. ”

The old man in Mai looked worried: "Heavenly Master, if you really want to do this, I am afraid it will cause ......"

"Don't you still understand? Now that the heavens are about to fall, just one Shadow Moon Sect has made you have the idea of war, how will you face the so-called invincible Yin ** team in the future?"

"As for the Shadow Moon Sect, no matter what they want to do this gathering, our Dao Alliance will give them this opportunity to make waves, as long as they don't hurt people, the old man doesn't want you to continue to attack them, when you want to kill them, think more about your family, it's not easy to survive as a human being, and I hope your subordinates will show mercy. ”

The Celestial Master bowed deeply to them and said, "Everyone in the world thinks that the people of the Shadow Moon Sect are extremely vicious, but in the old man's opinion, the real extremely evil people are all around each other, maybe the old man, or maybe one of you. We killed so many of them in that purge war, and the blood on our hands was to be taken to the grave. The old man is already a dying man, and he doesn't want to leave a devastated world to future generations, this martial arts move, the old man wants to give the young man a little hope, a little strength!"

When the old man stood up straight again, his hands were raised flat, his big sleeves hung down, and his voice sounded like a thousand bells ringing in unison.

"Go and tell the entire Nanlu world, whoever can win the top spot in this martial arts move, Lao Dao will give him this real divine power!"

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Just like the countless nights in the past, Chu Xianzhao closed his eyes and soaked in the dragon blood bath prepared for him by Qing'an Longxian, and his consciousness seemed to be gradually separated from **.

Drifting around in this silent space, it was clear that he was forcing his eyes, but the surrounding environment appeared in his mind, and after a hazy refraction of consciousness, a certain change continued to reappear in his mind.

Sleep is no different from death, sleep when you close your eyes, wake up when you open your eyes, is fake death, and if you can't afford to sleep after sleeping, you are really dead.

Now Chu Xuanzhao was in an illusory state of half-truth, with neither the power to wake up when he opened his eyes, nor the idea of not waking up, and what he wanted to do was not to wake up, but to continue to meditate and absorb the power of the qi in the dragon's blood, so he let his consciousness drift away into the invisible distance, until the dragon's blood in the barrel became milky white, and the soul slowly returned to his body like snow.

Zhao Xi's practice of using dragon blood to wash his marrow and cut his bones is similar to that of the dragon king Zhao Gongming who absorbed the dragon blood qi with a mortal body, but because he was pregnant with the blood of the sunrise, he knew and felt more sensitive than ordinary people, and the pain he experienced was more intense, making him faint in the bath barrel several times, but sometimes the absorption process was very warm and comfortable, like taking a comfortable hot bath.

There is no clear dividing line for cultivation, as long as the person who can operate Zhou Tian condensing qi out of the body has already stepped into the cultivation discipline, but if you want to continue to enter the hall, it must involve the development of the transformation between the acupoints and the operation of the meridians, and washing the marrow and cutting the bones is an indispensable part.

If a wisp of qi in a practitioner's body is a mud brick, then if you want to make this house bigger and more indestructible, you need to constantly "add bricks and tiles" to the hole

Building a foundation is a relatively rough step of "laying the foundation", but this process is very important, and the final state of the Qi practitioner often depends on this step.

After the "foundation" is laid, it is natural to run the qi machine along the meridians, start to learn how to run the heavens, and gradually develop the knots in the body to absorb the qi of heaven and earth. ”

Chu Xuanzhao's situation was a little different from other cultivators in the world, he almost didn't need how to "throw bricks and lead jade", he was a piece of jade that was close to perfection, and only a little carving could make the vast majority of cultivators in the world look beyond him.

Because he has a father with the breath of a king, a mother with the blood of an ancient god flowing in his body, and a sword master who makes the heroes of the world only dare to bow his head and dare not raise his head in front of him, it can even be said that his starting point is already the end of others, and people have to sigh that reincarnation is really a technical job.

But he never thought about these problems, but like a diligent old farmer, looking forward to the harvest after hard work.

Even a house carved out of jade was still a house, and when he tried to enter it, his consciousness turned into a floating soul, walking in it like a lonely ghost.

He walked slowly through the huge mansion where he was alone, and each step was so long that he forgot the passage of time around him.

The breeze blew through his white hair, and the mansion made of white jade was extremely thorough, so clean that it was a little dazzling, and even the light could penetrate everywhere between the mansions.

There were no impurities around that could be called filthy, everything was so pure, so pure that the Xilin Sword God and even the Qing'an Dragon Immortal were envied by the powerhouses in the world.

Because his physique can hold dozens of different qi forces at the same time, and it won't even produce any rejection, just like a glass of water with sugar, no matter how high the outside temperature is, the sugar cubes still won't melt.

But the problem now is that the glass of water is leaking.

Fortunately, he met Zhao Xi, the woman who was privately called out by him, washed his marrow and bones with dragon blood, and added a new power of qi to his body, while slowly repairing those broken and leaking qi points.

As for whether he can practice the body of dragon blood, it depends on whether he can resist the last step of ten thousand hot bodies.

In this lifeless mansion, his vision was just a blurry speck of light, obviously there was no moon or stars above his head, but all kinds of light uninvited to form all kinds of strange spots, the aura filled with it was so familiar, but it made him feel deeply strange.

This mansion can be called a carved beam, with delicate eaves corners, like the wings of a bird, a smooth and smooth glazed ground, the color is like jade, but there is no ornament, the dead air in the whole mansion lingers, and there is a faint vein on the floor like a tree root, which is the meridian in his body?

The wisp of soul continued to advance in his body until his body gradually adjusted to the sensation, and the picture in front of him continued to become clearer.

Then he saw all kinds of ruins and broken walls, and the vast fish pond where thousands of carp coexisted was now like a pool of stagnant water, and there was no life at all, and all kinds of devastated scenes made him feel sad.

This is the depths of his body, or his past memories, Chu Xianzhao can't tell the difference, he only feels that the scene in front of him makes him very sad, those fish that died in the pool, those broken pillars, and all kinds of sharp sword marks appeared on the red wall, as if he returned to the day he broke with Chu Xiaohua.

He looked at his surroundings until his vision gradually turned into a halo...... A vast white expanse, and nothing can be seen.

Soon he felt a trace of heat falling lightly on his body, like flying ash falling after a volcanic eruption, when these flying ashes and his consciousness were released, all turned into surging qi, and now his body has been soaked in dragon blood so many times, I don't know if he can completely practice the body of dragon blood this time.

According to Zhao Xi's telling his dynasty secrets, all the dragon masters in Qingguo have to drink a glass of wine mixed with dragon blood every once in a while to enhance their physique, and the toxicity of dragon blood is second only to Heding Hong, and those who are slightly weaker in their bodies will die violently as long as they drink so much dragon blood on their thumbs.

As for those dragoons who often take dragon blood wine, dragon blood has a fatal attraction to them, just like the alcoholic mania for fine wine, even if this process is more than the pain caused by soaking dragon blood, but the more they can endure this pain, the more the dragon blood qi machine can be integrated into the trick point, and the more it resonates with the flying dragon, and it only takes one look to understand it.

The sequelae of taking dragon's blood all year round are also terrible, and for those veterans who have taken dragon's blood wine after being discharged from the army, the characteristics of dragonization are so obvious in them. They will lose the ability to speak, their eyes will turn sallow, their backs will be covered with scales, and in most severe cases, they will fall into madness, making it impossible to tell whether they are human or dragon.

Therefore, Zhao Xi did not plan to use such a simple and crude way as taking dragon blood to make Chu Xianzhao cultivate the body of dragon blood, but instead used the extravagant method of soaking dragon blood, because he was worried that he would become addicted to dragon blood and lead to sequelae.

She had seen the cavalrymen who were addicted to dragon blood with her own eyes, and at that moment they were simply demonically possessed.

It was as if a crack had appeared overhead, and the blazing light shone into this ocean of consciousness, like a burning meteorite, falling into the icy ice field everywhere.

The fire, which should have been extinguished in the cold, swept away in the form of a blazing prairie and began to burn on this ice field.

There was no sound, no light everywhere it went, but for a moment, the flames shot straight into the sky, as if to burn through the sky.

Everywhere Chu instantaneously summoned his gaze, there was a burst of fire, his soul trembled slightly, and there was an invisible coercion gathered around him.

I didn't expect him to feel fear now, if there was a mirror in front of him at this time, I am afraid his face would be pale.

This crystal clear jade mansion actually melted into a magma-like liquid under the high flames, and with an extraordinarily bright light, it crushed towards its foothold.

The liquid burned at an unimaginable height, and everywhere it went, even the ruins of the broken walls turned into real magma, burning one after another, scorching in all directions.

The entire mansion began to burn, and the moment it collapsed, there was a loud and earth-shattering sound.

Chu instantaneously watched as the molten slurry engulfed him, an indescribable pain erupted from his body, his soul was burned into nothingness, and only his own roar remained in his ears.