Yinzhou, the province of Younan.

A mountain villa with peach forests at the western end.

Yuan Lizheng, the contemporary leader of the Tao Shinto Dao, sat high in the lobby, staring at the text message from the spy in his hand, his expression changing.

"In three days, come and see you..."

He read the text message up and down, his brow furrowed deeply, as if he was thinking about its meaning.

"My lord, after Zhou Yanting was captured by the Taishang Dao Master, he directly became a traitor, not only revealing all the hidden hiding places in my Dao. also spread the news to all the Yuanmen altars with the help of the sound transmission puppet, and only one day has passed at this time, and most of the ninety-nine states of Middle-earth know about it! Now not only the Great Zhou Imperial Court sent troops to exterminate our Taoist altars, but even those mud-legged warriors among the people have spontaneously organized an army to eliminate demons, and we are waiting for the Taoist altars in Middle-earth, I'm afraid we won't be able to keep it! ”

The spy knelt on the ground, talking about what he had seen and heard at the time, and he was covered in a cold sweat.

"The master of the Zhou Sect will definitely not betray my Dao, there must be something strange about this matter."

Yuan Lizheng looked at the scout's somewhat trembling body, played with the two huge iron balls in his hand, and shook his head slightly.

Over the years, his cooperation with Zhou Yanting has been almost seamless, and the reason why he has been promoted to the top is that he can firmly grasp the other party in his hands.

The other party takes the initiative to betray, firstly, it will not get any benefits, and secondly, it will not be able to do it at all.

A person who is controlled by his peach god puppet, even if he breaks the barrier of life and death and becomes a ghost, is just a doll to be manipulated.

And the external force brings the divine soul to counter-control, unless the other party is the creator who has survived the sevenfold thunder tribulation, otherwise it will only turn Zhou Yanting into a fool in an instant.

"Supreme Dao Master, Duan Zhen? Hum! Does he think that if he is too high, he can deceive me? ”

Yuan Lizheng's gaze shifted downward, staring at the last few big words of the text message, with a wave of anger and indignation in his tone.

Others didn't know, but he knew that the old Taoist priest of the previous generation of Taishang Dao only had a remnant of his soul hundreds of years ago, and he needed to exhaust all his strength to survive.

At this time, it was just luck to find a successor, even if the talent was peerless, how much cultivation could it get?

A yellow-haired child who has not dried up dares to say anything to him within three days, and come to see him?

"If Lingxu is still alive, I will give up this life and give him an explanation. But a yellow-mouthed child who has only been in the Tao for a few years, is he really invincible in the world? ”

Yuan Lizheng's voice was low, and his words were cold.

The Qianling Void he said in his mouth was the name of the previous generation of Supreme Dao Lords.

His cultivation back then was almost to eight or nine thunder tribulations, plus the eternal kingdom of the king of artifacts in his heyday, and he searched the heavens and the earth between thoughts, and there was nothing to be checked.

Even if the locked opponent escapes to the central world of the outer heavens, it is meaningless, it can be called a killing intent, and no one in the heavens and on the earth can save it.

If the other party was still alive and said such a thing in person, Yuan Lizheng naturally didn't dare to have any other thoughts, and obediently gave up his body in this life to recognize it.

Anyway, their cultivation of ghosts and immortals is to regard the physical body as clothes, and the soul is the most important thing.

If your clothes are broken, you can change them again.

But this new generation of Daoist Duan Zhen, listening to the text message brought by the spies, I am afraid that he has not even passed a heavy thunder tribulation, where is this arrogance coming from, dare to let him raise his head to see him?

"But..."

After Yuan Lizheng finished speaking angrily, his complexion changed, and he suddenly looked at the spy kneeling on the ground, and said:

"The Great Zhou court also knew, and the matter was not so easy to solve. You should also inform all the Altars that are currently in Middle-earth, and for the time being, gather your forces and do not confront the Imperial Court. If there is a change, please report it at any time. ”

"Yes, sir!"

When the spy heard this, he replied in a deep voice, and immediately rushed to the outer hall, obviously to spread this command to all the sub-altars.

"Taishang Dao... Duan Zhen. ”

And at this moment, Yuan Lizheng waited for the spy to leave, and the whole person suddenly stood up.

He was carrying his hands behind his back, his brows were furrowed deeply, and his expression was closed, how could he still have that disdain for Duan Zhen?

"How could you provoke the Taishangdao? Damn Zhou Yanting, mistake me for a big deal! ”

Yuan Lizheng whispered to himself, with a wave of anger that could not be dissipated for Zhou Yanting in his words, and even a trace of flickering fear.

This is the fear of the Supreme Dao.

Fang Cai's subordinates are by his side, and as a contemporary Taoshen Taoist talker, he naturally can't show his timidity.

But in the entire Peach God Dao, almost no one understands the power of the Taishang Dao better than him.

He still remembered that when he was in the country of kamikaze, the Taishang Dao was dry and void, and he once passed through the sky from the sea.

That was him, who was already a ghost immortal, and had the opportunity to see the figure of the other party in the light in an instant.

Cold, endlessly cold.

At that time, Yuan Lizheng only felt that just looking at the brilliance shrouded in the other party's body, his thoughts were obscure to the extreme, and even his soul was like falling into a cold and deep prison, as if he would never be able to extricate himself.

At that time, he was at the height of his spirit, and he thought that he would be among the top in the world when he stepped through life and death.

But he was far from expecting that the gap between the same ghost and immortal body would be so desperate!

The thunder tribulation crossed to the eighth and ninth numbers, looking at the vast era when the Holy Emperor ruled the world and overlooked the world, it can also be regarded as the pinnacle!

Coupled with the Eternal Realm, the king of the first artifact throughout the ages, even if an ordinary Yang God master attacks, he can protect himself!

This is the case in ancient times, and when the world is in the era of the decline of the Dao art and the decline of the martial arts, how irresistible should it be?

He has been cultivating in Zhou Yanting for hundreds of years, and he has changed the body of the sixth generation, and it is only the fourth thunder tribulation!

Even so, he can envelop the ninety-nine states of Middle-earth, and even the Great Zhou at this moment is helpless against him.

If there was no "betrayal" from Zhou Yanting, I am afraid that even the imperial court would be kept in the dark, and I didn't even know that there was a peach god standing behind him!

"Anything about the Tao of the Taishang should not be underestimated. Since this passage has entered the WTO, it must not be as simple as it is now! I can't tell what kind of concealment method was used to cover up the thunder tribulation fluctuations of the divine soul. ”

The thought of this scene flashed in Yuan Lizheng's heart, and suddenly he raised his hand and waved, and a burst of gloomy soul power rolled up a violent wind, completely closing the doors around him.

He slammed the chair he was sitting on, and a complex pattern suddenly erupted three inches below it.

Vaguely, it looks like a doll staring at its eyes and shedding blood and tears.

"I can't fight with this person, if the boat capsizes in the gutter, how can I cultivate the way of the yang god? A few puppets in the altar, just give it to him! ”

A trace of determination flashed in Yuan Lizheng's eyes, and he quickly pinched the seal with both hands, and the puppet with blood and tears was triggered in a flutter.

Buzz!

A subtle light of formation circulation opened, and under this seat, an opening opened that could accommodate one person, and from a distance, it seemed that it was a bottomless cave inside, and there was even a slight sound of wind, obviously the space was not small!

Unexpectedly, Yuan Lizheng was still under the seat in the center of this lobby, creating an entrance to the underground cave!

Tear and pull!

Yuan Li Zheng fixed his senses, and after realizing that there were no others around, he decisively jumped and disappeared into the seat.

Immediately afterward, the entrance was immediately closed, and in a few breaths, it had completely melted into its original state.

But at this moment, a faint invisible light suddenly appeared.

It seemed to be spiritual, and within this last breath, it poured out along the closed entrance.

……

"Da, da, da..."

The narrow corridor is built with heavy bluestone slabs on both sides, and the surface is damp and mossy.

This corridor is very narrow, the narrowest can only accommodate oneself, and the widest is only two people in parallel.

There was an oil lamp in the next zhang, green flames, dark and dark, which made people feel frightened.

God knows when this building was built in the depths of the earth, but looking at its rocky layer, it must be many years old.

Yuan Lizheng walked in this dark place, even though it was extremely dark, but his eyes flashed with a heavy light, as if lightning flashed, and all the scenery was perceptible.

After all, it is the body of the four tribulation ghosts and immortals, and it is just an ordinary means to generate electricity in the virtual room, and to see night as day.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the road corridor suddenly appeared, with more than 20 platforms on each side, on which bottles and cans were placed.

"It's a pity for my collection."

Yuan Lizheng glanced at these bottles and cans, and his eyes showed a trace of inexplicability, as if he was appreciating and sighing.

This jar is full of human hands and feet, as well as mixed eyes, ears, noses, and even a hideous head that has not closed its eyes!

Each bottle and jar emitted a pitch-black air mass on it, like ink, constantly wading through the surroundings.

Underneath these bottles and cans, on a platform, there are even other people's names written on them!

Chen Songsang of the Transformation Gate, Seven Fingers of the Blood Knife Killer, Seventeen Swords of the Assassin Alliance... And so on, there are more than 100 of them.

These people are all martial arts and Taoist masters in the ninety-nine states of Middle-earth.

Many names, if they are spread to the outside world, are all famous and thunderous masters, and the weakest ones are no less than innate martial masters, there are countless great masters, and even martial saints have two!

Inside the bottle, it is their hands, feet and all their organs!

Killing people is just nodding, these masters are also famous people in front of them, I didn't expect to be used in such a humiliating way to keep themselves in this underground palace forever!

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

Yuan Lizheng sighed three times in a row, and finally did not take these bottles and cans away.

Sumeru's mustard seed artifact, Rao is he has been in business for many years, and he only got two pieces, and one was returned to Zhou Yanting, there are too many things that need to be taken away at this time, and these collections have to be abandoned.

Da, da, da.

As we walked to the end of the dark corridor, we saw a huge bronze door.

On the head of the knocker are two fierce beasts poured in bronze, but on the head of the beast, there is a puppet standing on each of them, I don't know what it symbolizes.

Yuan Lizheng pushed open the bronze door by himself, and the dazzling light was shining in front of him, and the surroundings suddenly lit up.

Compared to the gloomy and dark corridor outside the door, inside the door is simply a different world.

This turned out to be a huge dungeon with no end in sight.

The carved beams and paintings are beautiful, and all kinds of expensive treasures are placed at will.

The scarlet carpet spreads like blood to the end of the line.

Even more indelible than these luxurious things was the group of women kneeling at the foot of a staircase in the distance, with more than twenty or thirty people.

This group of women is a beautiful person, and their complexion is as white and tender as mutton fat.

A thin pale red light veil draped over their hazy carcass, revealing the incomparably tender temptation between their skins.

And when you look down from your neck, you can see a scene of blood and dry lips.

Their temperament is either beautiful and beautiful, or a small jasper, or ice and cold, or charming and tender, and all of them are transparent and transparent, and their martial arts cultivation is not weak.

"Master!"

And the moment Yuan Lizheng stepped into it, these women with different temperaments and thousands of charms shouted at him at the same time.

The body that knelt on the ground did not get up, but just moved its hands and feet and crawled to his feet.

Between these actions and words, they are full of tenderness and love, which seems to come from the heart, without a trace of resistance.

Among these women, there are no less than 30 people of all kinds, if you look closely, you can find that there are two daughters with superior temperament, who are Sun Shiqing, the wife of Xiao Tianya, a scholar of poetry and sword, and Qian Guixia, the beloved daughter of a wealthy businessman in Nanzhou!

Unexpectedly, the people who have disappeared in the past few years have really fallen into the hands of Peach Shinto!

"It's a pity for you, too."

Yuan Lizheng saw that the women stepped forward, and he must have had some fun in the past.

However, at this time, he came to escape, so naturally he would not delay for a moment.

The thought of the divine soul shook slightly, and a thick black smoke billowed from his mind, knocking all the women to the ground, and he didn't know whether he only fainted or crushed the divine soul.

And these women, unsurprisingly, a puppet-like puppet appeared above their heads, and it was obvious that everything was manipulated by them.

The evil deeds of Peach Shinto are really impossible to survive or die.

"It's time to go."

After Yuan Lizheng did all this, he put away all his reluctance in one breath.

He carefully waved his shirt and walked to the depths of the dungeon.

At the end of the line of sight was a three-foot-tall doll made of wood, with a white mask covering its face.

There are only two eyes outlined on the mask, and I don't know what kind of color modulation, which looks particularly strange on this scarlet carpet.

However, Yuan Lizheng, who came here, had already become extremely solemn.

He tilted his head and first glanced at the strange white mask puppet, as if he was staring at some inexplicable existence through the hollow breath in his eyes.

But the staring only lasted for a moment, and he immediately withdrew his gaze, and even his body was much shorter.

The next moment, he took out three thumb-sized sticks of incense from his arms and silently handed them over.

In an instant, the thick black mist that had just been collected all the way rolled into the long incense.

Woooooooooooooooo

There seemed to be evil ghosts whimpering and roaring around, and the pitch-black color in the mist suddenly rolled up with long incense.

Gradually, these three incense sticks spontaneously ignited without fire!

"Holy Manifestation of our God! Take the pious disciple Yuan Lizheng and enter the sacred realm of the gods! ”

Yuan Lizheng watched the three long incense sticks ignite, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and hurriedly shouted loudly.

He seemed to be calling for an inexplicable existence, and the three incense sticks in his hand were burning faster and faster!

People refining aura, gods feasting on incense, Yuan Lizheng is calling the gods at this moment!

The miserable white mask puppet in front of him is the god he has believed in for thousands of years, and the suffering and pain of countless sentient beings have been condensed.

Peach God.

In the depths of the dungeon, bursts of spatial disorder fluctuations suddenly appeared, and within a few moments, everything in sight quickly spread.

The weird and empty miserable white mask puppet is feasting on the power of this incense, and the two points of the eyes seem to have color, as if they are about to come to life!

But between the lightning and flint, the three long incense sticks in Yuan Lizheng's hand shook the ground.

Boom Boom!

Four loud sounds of air shattering suddenly exploded in his ears, and then his eyes flickered, and the long incense burning in his hand was cut off in an instant.

"This seat asked you to come to see you, why did you want to escape in a hurry, and invited this wild god of the wilderness?"

At this moment, Yuan Lizheng suddenly felt that there was a ball of light above his head, and it was rushing to ten directions at a speed that could not be caught by his eyes.

And the voice of a calm word suddenly rose in the light.

When he raised his head, he saw a young man whose whole body was shrouded in divine light, his knuckles were like jade, his black hair was like a waterfall, and his temperament was like that of a celestial being, looking at him indifferently.

That look, as if it was the providence between hanging beings, was sending down a reproach to the world.

"You...!"

Yuan Lizheng saw the light of this young man's eyes, and suddenly flashed in his heart the shocking side of many years ago, with the previous generation of Taishang Dao Lord.

The eyes of the two of them are so cold, so overlooking the world.

It's just that the light of this young man's eyes is more complicated, as if he is ruthless, and they are all in one.

Contemporary Taishang Daoist, Duan Zhen!

"It's finally here..."

Yuan Lizheng looked at Duan Zhen's eyes, looked at the three long incense sticks that were broken in his hand, and suddenly felt that it was difficult to get out today.

At this moment, he calmed down instead.

"I have a question, please Bishop me."

What was unexpected was that Yuan Lizheng did not choose to make a move at the first time, but slowly asked Duan Zhen.

He seemed to be extremely puzzled, Taishang Dao cultivated the ruthless way, and always regarded all living beings and all things as dogs, why did he want to act for some ordinary people?

Doubts flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Duan Zhen, as if he wanted to know the answer before he started.

At this moment, he was like a person who heard the Tao and died at the end of the day.

But what greeted him with a question was a terrifying giant palm with a whole body like jade, so big that it seemed to grab heaven and earth.

Bang bang!

There were a lot of ripples in the air, and the entire underground palace seemed to be held up by a huge force, and then it rose far away, and it was about to be uprooted and rushed away!

Yuan Lizheng suddenly shook his flesh and skin, and his body was torn apart by this force, and his soul was faintly turbulent.

Tear and pull!

Before he even had time to circulate his thoughts, he saw Duan Zhen flash in front of him, and the heavy boulders and rocks above his head suddenly froze.

Bang!

The feeling of dizziness and stars in his eyes reverberated in the depths of his thoughts.

Immediately afterward, he saw the world spinning, saw scenes of blood shooting more than ten feet, and saw a headless body that fell on its own.

It was his own flesh.

And after this moment, he heard a reply that was still cold, but seemed to have a hint of mockery.

The answer is simple, just two words:

"Don't teach."

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