Daode Sect was built at the beginning of the Yellow River in Beimanggusai Prefecture.

As the largest sect in Beimang, the leader of the sect, Qilin Zhenren, as the national teacher of Beimang, has made Daodaozong glorious, from high-ranking officials and nobles in the country, to prominent families, down to traffickers and pawns, and has a devout belief in Daodaozong.

On March 3, the dragon raised its head, and the Daode Sect water and land puja was held.

Pilgrims from the Saibei Grassland, Rouran Mountains and other states and borders spent more than half a year preparing to go to the Tianmen Daode Sect, and it was extremely prosperous for a while.

It is rumored that there is a floating mountain behind the gate of heaven, where the national teacher who has become transcendent and saintly cultivates his life, and does not ask about the world.

The gate of heaven is a natural hole surrounded by the confrontation of the towering twin peaks, the inside is shrouded in clouds and mist, there are 999 jade steps outside the door, even if you climb the steps and look at it up close at the door, you can not see the mystery inside.

There are eighteen Taoist temples outside the gate of heaven, nine on the left and right, the pilgrims are endless, and the incense that stretches all year round blends into the mist, which sets off the moral sect more and more fairyland on earth.

A main road leads to the Gate of Heaven.

The central square, has already built a high platform of nine zhang nine waterways, based on gold and stone agate, white jade as the steps, below are countless pilgrims crowded with people, the four directions on the high platform stand four Xuanpao Taoist real people, the mouth continues to chant, and the purple-clothed Taoist people who embrace the main position in the middle pray for Beimang.

The purple-clothed Taoist sat cross-legged on the futon, his expression was calm and calm, but suddenly his bull's eyes widened, and the blood splattered on the ground with a wow.

"Master!"

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The sudden abnormality startled the disciples of the four directions, and they hurriedly rushed over to ask.

Qilin Zhenren didn't seem to hear it, suddenly stood up, stared at the southern sky, and said angrily: "Shaft, dare to destroy my Dao body? ”

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A streamer pierces the clouds and shoots the sun, breaks through the fierce wind, and sweeps through the Rouran Mountain Pass in the northwest Xiongcheng of Beimang at a very fast speed, the momentum is majestic, the city locks the yin border, the defense line stretches, the overlapping structure of the defensive momentum, the barrier is strict, it is one of the throats of the desert north of the Beimang Empire, there are soldiers and soldiers who climb the city and look into the distance, I don't know who saw the streamer for the first time.

"That's a flying sword!"

A cry of surprise, the news immediately spread wildly, the border pass soldiers all poured to the commanding heights of the city, really saw a flying sword in the sky through the clouds, this northwest Xiongguan suddenly exploded, when the flying sword roared overhead, everyone looked up stupidly, did not dare to speak, for fear of disturbing the head of the fairy sword on the head.

Jin Chanzhou, a middle-aged man who was swarthy like a farmer, stopped his steps and quietly looked at the sky flying sword: "Eight hundred years after the Dao Dynasty, I have never taken a flying sword to take someone's head." I don't know how much true color you have compared to Lu Zu. ”

The voice was profound, and there was no one on the flat ground.

**

Tao Te Zong.

The strange state of the high platform caused an uproar among the pilgrims below.

"How could a saint vomit blood for no reason? Could it be that someone used some kind of witchcraft to win the victory? ”

"Nonsense, saints are not invaded by all evils, how can a mere path hurt a saint?"

"Tell me what it is, then?"

There was a quarrel in the Taoist temple, not only the pilgrims, but also several disciples in Xuanxi Taoist robes on the stage looked at each other and asked, "Master, what is going on here?" It doesn't matter to your body. ”

"Nothing!"

Recalling the previous kind of sword prison, Qilin Zhenren flashed a trace of jealousy, the five-fingered sword prison is like a mountain, and the form and god who can bind the people of the Xuan**, the more he struggles, the more domineering the strength of the rebound, in addition to breaking the ten thousand laws with force, there is almost no solution, but in addition to Wang Xianzhi's immortal martial artist who simply preaches the Tao with strength, how difficult it is for people in the three sects to break the defense.

Especially the despair of being in prison, and the body bursting at the last moment, the unicorn real person really felt the fear of chilling down his spine.

Seeing that the four disciples around him and the pilgrims under the stage were paying attention to him, Qilin Zhenren straightened his body, and finally regained a little bit of his Taoist Zhenren's calm and unhurried bearing, and said with an air brush:

"Recently, the Liyang Sword God broke into my Beimang territory, and I was ordered by the empress to incarnate outside the body to persuade him with kind words, I hoped that he would leave peacefully, but he took advantage of my surprise to launch a sword move, destroying my Dao body, and causing me a heavy blow."

"Liyang's swordsman dog thief, kill him and set foot on Liyang."

"Kill him and set foot on the sun." Under the high stage, many pilgrims shouted loudly, their faces indignant.

"Everyone, don't be impatient!"

The people of Qilin Town spread their hands, and the following became quiet in an instant, and they glanced at everyone and said: "The damage to my cultivation is small, but the safety of Beimang cannot be ignored, I will tell the empress, so that the power of the masters of the whole territory of Beimang will kill the thieves within the borders and raise the prestige of our country!" ”

"Good! Good! Good! ....”

"Chagrunt, Chagrunt..."

The crowd was indignant, and countless pilgrims raised their hands, which were mixed with many grassland words.

"Boom!"

But at this moment, a thunderbolt came from the sky, like the Nine Heavens Xuansha roared in unison, pressing down on the entire Daode Sect.

The immortal sword that emitted a clear light around it hung high in front of the Heavenly Gate of the Daode Sect, and the entire Tianmen Mountain shook violently.

The immortal sword hovered, and an immortal Xuanyin instantly tore through the ten-mile stratus clouds: "Don't wait for Beimang to make a move, Chen Jun of Qingyunmen will return the gift today!" ”

At the top of the gate of Daode Sect Mountain, the archway that has been inherited for thousands of years was torn apart in an instant.

At the peak of Tianmen Mountain, the purple-gold rolling Qingyun suddenly cut off three percent, and the light on the cloud suddenly dimmed.

"What's that?"

"It's like a flying sword!"

A flying sword fell from the ground from the nine heavens!

The pilgrims inside and outside the Eighteen Views of the Daode Sect were dumbfounded, and they were still angry, but at this moment, when they saw the sound of the Heavenly Immortal Sword, they immediately silenced.

At the foot of Tianmen Mountain, there are many discussions, commotion and scolding, but many pilgrims are addicted after returning to their senses, this kind of mysterious means, it is really a well-deserved immortal handwriting, maybe only will appear in the story, how many times can the world meet?

The crowd stood on tiptoe one after another, raising their heads and looking up, but they were a little strange why the incense of the Daode Sect was lifeless.

The people of Qilin Town looked at the broken archway, their eyes were cracked, and they laughed angrily: "It's too much to deceive people, it's not enough to destroy my Dao body, and you also use a thousand-mile flying sword to cut the luck of the Daode Sect, what if you are a sword god, you want to die?" ”

"What if you don't die?"

"Beimang Sicheng National Fortune - I'm going to decide!"

There was thunder on the sword, presumptuous and arrogant.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the scalps of the pilgrims in the audience were numb, and they were full of excitement, as if they were facing the picture of thousands of miles of ink clouds destroying the city.

At the same time, on the high platform of the waterway formed by the white jade, all the flags were extinguished, and the four Xuan-robed disciples standing beside the Qilin Zhenren almost instinctively bent down and fell to their knees.

"Demons!"

The Qilin real person stood in the wind, drawing a circle with his hands, but at this moment, the heavenly fairy sword fiercely hit the split.

"Slash!"

A murmur, brilliant heavenly might, like a pardon to destroy the world!

Clear light.

The pilgrims who rushed to flee had an unprecedented light in their eyes, covering the high platform.

After calming down, there was no bright light, and a large area of the high platform of the waterway turned into black charcoal ashes, and only a few messy jade gold stones shot everywhere, causing pilgrims to rush and rob.

There were four Taoist corpses on the ground, but there was no real body of the Qilin.

When the pilgrim was at a loss, he suddenly heard a whoosh, and saw a flying sword shoot out from the Daode Sect's Scripture Pavilion.

At the edge of the hilt of the sword carried a book of Taoism, and the lines did not fall at all.

The sword seems to have become a refinement.

Someone muttered.