Although Hong Xuanji's complexion did not change, the sudden almost overwhelming coercion, the cold and suffocating aura was enough to make people feel his anger.

"Huh?"

In the face of Hong Xuanji's oppression, Xiao Yiran was not afraid to laugh: "Brother Xuanji has always been a scholar for a while, paying attention to etiquette, and his joy and anger are invisible, but now this mere sentence has made Brother Xuanji angry, and it seems that Brother Xuanji is really afraid of the Holy Father of Naya in his heart." ”

Hong Xuanji said coldly: "You don't have to talk to Ben Hou here,"

"That Chen Bi'er deceived the world and stole his name, spread heresies and crooked reasoning everywhere, and caused chaos in the world, this marquis will show his majesty in the future, depose and arrest him, and ask for the crime and behead him!"

"Hahaha!"

Xiao Ran heard this, as if he had heard something funny, and raised his head and laughed.

"Hong Xuanji, you are still so arrogant, and you have nothing to lose!"

"You think you're a human immortal? Just a martial saint thinks he can be invincible in the world? ”

"Even if you don't have this Chen Pi, you won't be able to pass the level of Brother Taishang Dao Shenji, if you are so obsessed, sooner or later a catastrophe will come!"

"You don't need to worry about it."

In just three or two sentences, Hong Xuanji has become as deep as an abyss again, without a trace of emotion.

But it was rare to say more: "Brother Shenji has really been successfully dissected and refined, and is ready to be born again?" ”

"When I said goodbye, it has been more than 20 years, and he left in a hurry, just to escape into the deep mountains to autopsy, counting, he should be eighteen or nineteen years old now, I don't know where he was reincarnated?"

Xiao looked at him coldly.

Seeing his appearance, it seemed that he only had the Dream God Machine in his eyes, and he really didn't pay attention to Chen Pi at all.

He frowned secretly in his heart, but sneered on his face: "Hey, what? Do you have times when you're afraid? ”

Hong Xuanji laughed twice: "Hmph, what about three autopsies?" As long as he doesn't survive the Nine Thunder Tribulations for a day, he doesn't become a Yang God, and he is just a strong divine soul and a refined Dao technique,"

"This marquis is an important minister of the court, how can he care about a field Taoist priest?"

His expression sank suddenly: "Xiao Anran, you are looking for Ben Hou to come here today just to say these few words?" ”

"In this way, you are teasing the court officials, according to the law of the Great Qian, it is light to sentence you to exile for 3,000 miles!"

"Humph! You can actually hand the strip to the inner palace of the imperial city and buy off the eunuchs in the palace, you Fang Xiandao is such a powerful means! ”

"A little Taoist priest, relying on a little favor, dares to interfere in the government and politics, cause trouble in the inner palace, and vainly try to control the artifact of Sheji?"

"This marquis will definitely show His Majesty that all the demons will be raided and destroyed!"

"Hong Xuanji!"

"You don't want to open your mouth to the ministers of the court, shut up and destroy your house!"

"Your method can be used to scare those officials on weekdays, but if you want to scare Yidao, it's still far away!"

"When you besieged the Great Chan Temple, if it weren't for the three sects of my Daomen, you would have died under the fist of the great monk Yinyue! Where is your turn to be so arrogant and arrogant now! ”

"Monk Yinyue?"

Hong Xuanji said disdainfully: "Hmph! Back then, I was a great leader, the people of the world supported it, all the people returned to their hearts, the scenery of heaven and earth followed, and the ghosts and gods surrendered,"

"Buddhism does not follow the king's law, does not know reason, perversely, in a vain attempt to block the general trend of humanity, Yinyue monk is really in vain, it is impossible to escape!"

"Even if there are no three sects of your Daomen, why should Ben Hou be afraid of him? If you hadn't followed the general trend and clinged to the dragon's tail, you would have died like him! ”

"Let you Sandao participate in the suppression of the rebellion, is to give you the opportunity to clean up the source, you don't feel Dade, but now you are proud of your achievements, want to follow the Buddha's door, open the temple, store incense, and try to do rebellious things, sooner or later, you will be like the Great Zen Temple, and you will be wiped out!"

Xiao Yiran's face twitched slightly.

Obviously angry.

In the end, he is the sect master of Fang Immortal Dao, a generation of ghost immortal sect masters.

The chest throbbed sharply a few times, and then forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

He let out a long breath: "Okay, in that case, you and I don't have to say more. ”

"I have long heard that Hong Xuanji's generation of martial saints has set the ancient Dao of Creation, the Great Chan Temple and the secret methods of various families in the world to create a peerless martial arts of the wheel of life and death of the heavens,"

"I want to see today, how your Celestial Wheel of Life and Death will destroy our Immortal Dao and wipe it out!"

"Boom!"

Before the words fell, a dragon roared and sounded.

In the center of the main hall, on the desk dedicated to Dao Ancestor, there was a three-foot-long sword, covered with blood lines all over its body, like the veins of the human body, flying out of its sheath on its own, flying up and down around Xiao Yanran, spinning endlessly.

This is the sword he kept secretly.

Cast with Taoist immortal steel blood pattern steel, and nourished by the soul, placed under the Taoist ancestor to worship, the spirit is self-contained, and the sword is extraordinary.

Last time on the platform of Nahongmen, although he lost the sword fight with the Confucian Huangkou Xiaoer, Xiao Dianran was not convinced.

He knew that it wasn't that he was inferior to the yellow-mouthed child.

It's Nahongmen Taichung, which is weird.

His power was suppressed, but the yellow-mouthed child was able to draw a force far beyond himself.

Only then was he defeated by his two swords.

If it was outside the Hongmen Terrace, Xiao was confident that the two swords would be able to slash the yellow-mouthed child under this blood-patterned fairy sword.

"Hong Xuanji! Take the sword! ”

Xiao Anran originally wanted to recruit Hong Xuanji this time, discuss with him, and deal with Chen Bi'er together.

The grievances between Hong Xuanji and that little child are well known to everyone in Yujing City.

Coupled with his status as a Wendao Grandmaster, that little boy has become precarious.

Hong Xuanji, although he talks about etiquette everywhere on weekdays, seems to be iron-faced and selfless.

But Xiao Anran knew that this person was a pseudo-Taoist.

On the surface, he is upright, but he doesn't know how much dirt is hidden in his heart.

He's a guy who knows how to make trade-offs.

After he told the whole story, he should have promised him that he would not let go of such a good opportunity.

But I don't want this person to be extremely arrogant.

Instead, it made him angry.

In addition, not long ago, he was defeated by a junior in front of the public.

Xiao Ran suffered setbacks one after another, and a lot of resentment had already accumulated in his heart.

At this moment, all of them burst out of this sword.

The sword is like a blood rainbow, cutting through the air and roaring, which is extremely piercing.

The whole hall trembled.

The sword didn't shoot straight at Hong Xuanji.

It seems to be going straight, but sometimes in front, sometimes in the back, looking at the top, looking at the bottom.

Up and down, left and right, erratic.

"Humph!"

Hong Xuanji snorted coldly, but he didn't pay any attention to the changing blood sword.

"Xiao Anran, you don't have to show off such insect carving skills in front of me, it's easy for Benhou to kill you."

"You and I are less than twenty steps apart, if I move my hand, without two breaths, your body will be shattered by my punch, and your soul will not be close to me at all, what will you use to fight me? Well? ”

Hong Xuanji said coldly, and he had already stepped out of his feet.

It was so lightly stepped on, and the terrifying force was huge, like an ancient fierce beast, landing on the ground with one foot, and it had the power to destroy the mountains and the earth.

The whole hall shook violently.

The statue of the Dao Ancestor in the hall also made a strange clicking sound.

Hong Xuanji's body is full of qi and blood, like an oven.

An incomparable heat wave swept away in all directions.

The erratic blood sword seemed to be unable to withstand the power of this masculine blood, as if it was stuck in a quagmire, and the speed of its transformation and flying was greatly reduced.

"Ben Hou has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and he has never seen anyone who can achieve great things by cultivating this ghost and god technique, that is, ghosts and immortals, on the battlefield, thousands of people, the army is masculine and bloody, and the soul will be scattered!"

"The eldest husband is doing things, walking the right path of righteousness, and walking the road of flesh and masculinity,"

"It's just a Yin Shinto technique, and it's also delusional?"

Hong Xuanji stepped out step by step, speaking casually.

But every word reveals a powerful, firm and unparalleled confidence and strength.

"Hypocritical villain! Do you dare to speak upright? ”

"Good!"

"I'd like to see! Is it my Yuanyang Flying Sword that is sharp, or is your flesh hard! ”

Xiao was furious and couldn't sit still any longer.

Rising from under the cedars, the power of the divine soul suddenly exploded.

He is the leader of Fang Immortal Dao, even if Hong Xuanji is known as the first martial saint of Daqian, he has a Yuanyang flying sword and a Tiangang divine thunder in his sleeve, he is not easy to mess with.

If he really wants to fight for his life, Xiao Anran thinks that he can also hit him hard.

The two seem to be about to fight to the death.

But he heard a loud shout: "Slow down! ”

At this time, several people turned out of the palace.

The first one, dressed in a Taoist robe, carrying a sword, with big sleeves fluttering, a face like white jade, a faint purple gas between the eyes, and a dusty air around the body, like a fairy in the painting.

The sound just now was made by him.

There was a man beside him, dressed in yellow silk, with gray hair, in his fifties, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and his body was stained with ink and slightly scribbled.

The other people were also dressed in various Taoist robes.

"Zhang Boheng? Dry road? ”

When Hong Xuanji saw these people, his brows furrowed slightly, and his expression eased slightly.

"Zhang Boheng, you are working together, do you also want to be in cahoots with Fang Xiandao and try to control the society in vain?"

"Brother Qiandao, what is the matter with you coming to Yujingguan?"

Zhang Boheng, who was like a fairy in the painting, looked at the old man in yellow beside him and gestured politely.

This person is a well-known painter in Yujing City.

The painting art of the pen is thorough, and it can be fake and real.

The painted thing has both god and form.

Painting a tiger can devour people, and painting a fairy can save people.

A statue of a god can make people enter the realm of visualization and achieve spiritual success.

It is revered as a painting saint and is highly respected.

At this time, Xiao Anran also knew that he couldn't fight.

Although he was angry in his heart, deep down, he was still a little afraid of Hong Xuanji, so he took advantage of the situation to take back the Yuanyang Flying Sword.

The dry Daozi had already spoken: "The old man is entrusted by Sect Master Xiao and the other three sects to draw a picture of the supreme Dao ancestor. ”

"Back then, the Great Chan Temple had three volumes of Zhensi Treasure Sutras, among which the past Mida Sutra was known as the first Sutra of Divine Soul Cultivation,"

"Looking at this scripture, you can cultivate the avenue of immortals, have the hope of achieving the yang god, and cultivate the soul of the god,"

"Actually, this Dharma Sutra may not be so wonderful, and the world's Taoist sects are not unique to those who can compare with this Sutra,"

"And the reason why this sutra can be unrivaled is because of this sutra, there is a statue of Mida, which integrates all the charm and general trend of Buddhism and Buddhism into it,"

"Visualize this midas, dwelling in the heart, like the midas in the past, eternally unmoving, suppressing all evil in the world, seeing the nature of the mind, seeing the past, seeing the truth as it is,"

"The reason why my Dao Gate is not as good as my Dao Sect is that what I lack is the appearance of a Dao Ancestor who can tolerate the Great Dao."

He looked at the statue of the Taoist ancestor enshrined behind him, and sighed: "This Yuanyang Daozun has the magic of opening up the world and evolving the sun, moon and thunder, but after all, it is a little less hot, less charming, and not as good as the past Mituo of the Great Zen Temple." ”

"I heard that among the Confucian sects, there is a method of sanctification, reading and reasoning, and self-cultivation and governing the world,"

"Uphold the right path of a gentleman, have great ambitions, govern the country and level the world, be frank and open, and cultivate Haoran righteousness with integrity,"

"The thoughts are pure, once they have an epiphany, they can refine their thoughts into gods, the vast pure yang, not afraid of masculinity, not afraid of thunder, can become the appearance of gods according to the will of the heart, I am a god, with the heart of the heart, for the heart of heaven, the wonders are difficult to peep."

When this Taoist talks about this Confucianism, he seems to have a lot of emotion, and there are still many desires in his eyes, and he talks endlessly, and it is difficult to stop.

"I heard that the Yasheng Gong, there is also a Book of Rites, and a Journey to the West to release the doom, all of which are different from the methods of cultivation in the world, and have the subtlety of opening up the world and evolving all things,"

"If you can get it, the three treasure scriptures of the larger Zen temple are not weak at all, and even ten thousand,"

"Although the old man has no delusions, he looks forward to being able to peek at the avenue in his lifetime, and to be able to melt the three teachings of Taoism and Confucianism into one furnace, and draw a picture of the law that no one has ever seen before, and leave it to future generations."

When Hong Xuanji heard him say this, he already had a plan in his heart, and interrupted: "Brother Qiandao, since you appear here, it must not be all for painting, right?" ”

At this time, Zhang Boheng, who was next to him, took over the conversation: "Hong Shaobao, don't hide it, Brother Qiandao, I was invited by us to come to discuss the important matter of clearing the source and supporting the righteous path." ”

"Oh? Radically reform? Helping the right path? ”

Hong Xuanji sneered: "A group of selfish people, getting together to conspire and plot, is the right way?" ”

"Brother Qiandao, how did you fall to this?"

Hong Xuanji's face was displeased, and he reprimanded the dry man.

The old face of Qiandaozi wrinkled, revealing a bitter color, but he did not speak.

"Hong Xuanji!"

Xiao gloomily scolded: "If you don't want to wait with me, you will leave!" There is no need to be hypocritical! ”

"Or do you want to play with us?"

Hong Xuanji said disdainfully: "Hmph, rabble, no matter how many people there are, what? Ben Hou is not afraid. ”

"You're ......!"

Zhang Boheng stopped the angry Xiao Anran, and said to Hong Xuanji: "Hong Shaobao, this time I conspired to do a big thing, and I also got the approval of Sect Master Ji,"

"It's not that we want to do injustice, but it's really the way that the Yasheng Gong did, which is too domineering, if it is allowed to develop, it won't be long before there is still a place for my Dao Gate?"

"If Hong Shaobao is unwilling to participate, we will not force it, but it doesn't have to be so."

"Hmph."

Hong Xuanji snorted lightly, glanced at everyone like lightning, turned around and left, very simply.

The rest of the people, after he had gone, looked at each other.

Xiao Anran, who was still angry just now, said gloomily at this time: "This sanctimonious hypocrite has no intention of moving, and I don't know what he is thinking. ”

"He left so simply, presumably he was still jealous of Sect Master Ji and the queen mother."

Zhengyi Sect Master Ji Changyue, who won the champion when he was young, is also a giant of Wendao, and his influence is very strong.

His own sister is the current queen of Daqian.

Zhang Boheng sighed: "Alas, everyone has their own ambitions, Hong Shaobao is a very human being, and he should have his own plans." ”

"Hmph, I'm afraid he doesn't know how terrible that Chen Pi is!"

"I want to take a good look at how Hong Xuanji was humiliated by his little one on top of that little child's crown ceremony!"

……

A few days later.

"Dang!"

"Dang!" ……

On that day, five bells rang in a row over the imperial city.

Everyone in Yujing City knows that this is a grand ceremony held in the imperial court

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Ring the bell five times, open the palace door, welcome hundreds of officials and ministers, and accept the world's famous people and sages.

The gate of the imperial city is opened, the civil and military officials, the princes and magnates, the fish run through like a stream, in the order of grade and rank, lined up in a long column, and slowly enter from the palace gate.

From time to time, there are chariots and horses.

It was the prince, the three princes who were first-class, or who had great merit in the body, so that they were given by the royal mouth, the imperial city rode horses, and the royal road drove the supreme honor.

At this time, in the midst of all the attention, there was an ox cart that could be said to be extremely simple, slowly coming......