The sky is clear, the wind is smooth, it is the splendid scenery of spring, but the purple dust bathed in the gentle sunshine is not in a good mood, his spotless Dao heart is suffering from a mysterious force at the moment, like a pearl covered with dust, and it is difficult to maintain the usual ethereal and clear flawless state of mind.

This kind of situation is the first time he has encountered it since he created the Heavenly Book.

The purple gas in his eyes was thick, the glow was flowing, and Zichen stared at the initiator of all this in the distance for a moment...... Man in black robe!

In his perception, the black-robed man stepped on the mountain peak, the sky above his head, and the qi machine as vast as the abyss sea connected to nine heavens and ten places below, which can be described as boundless and endless, giving people a subtle feeling that the void in front of him is all his subtle feeling, and between his eyes, there is a tidal crisis in his heart.

It seems that where this black-robed man stands, it is an insurmountable thunder pool, an unfathomable abyss, and a moat that spans the world.

Even he, the leader of the Dao Sect, who could run rampant in the world by himself, had to look solemn and stop, as if he was facing a great enemy.

But in the blink of an eye, Zichen felt an extremely familiar aura from the black-robed man, and his eyes couldn't help but pass with surprise and surprise at the same time.

"It turned out to be the face of the old man, since Mian Jing hurriedly said goodbye, it has been more than a hundred years, Poor Dao originally thought that Prince Wenyuan had unfortunately died, but I didn't expect to meet here today. ”

The black-robed man turned around slowly, a force filled the heavens and the earth, and an unimaginable majestic coercion arose, and the large flowing clouds on the sky lagged slightly, quickly retreating, and the spring breeze that came slowly returned suddenly, and a small river hundreds of feet away also began to ripple, flowing in the opposite direction......

Everything in heaven and earth, even the boundless void, showed a state of folds and distortion, stretching backwards, as if in front of the black-robed man, all tangible things and invisible things had to be retreated!

Zichen also felt the boundless pressure on his body, as if thousands of supernatural peaks were approaching the sky, and his body shook imperceptibly.

The dark and unpredictable eyes looked directly at Zichen, and the black-robed man who turned around said for a long time: "It has been nearly a hundred years since the Eastern Zhou Dynasty fell to the country, and the title of Prince Wenyuan has long since disappeared with the wind and no longer exists, and the encounter between you and me is not accidental, but inevitable, because I have been waiting for Zichen here for you to nearly a stick of incense." ”

The lilac eyebrows raised upward, and Zichen asked with a smile: "Then I don't know what Brother Wen Yuan is waiting for here to be poor?"

The black-robed man replied nonchalantly: "There are two things to do, one of them is the same as the purpose of the Chu madman, I also want to see the legendary one qi and three clears, so I hope Zichen can give you a lesson for a while." ”

Zichen frowned and said, "This is one, but what about the second?"

"Second, naturally, I will take advantage of you, the real person in charge of the sect, to go down the mountain and personally kill you, the future leader of the Daomen, here!" the black-robed man said bluntly, unabashedly his purpose.

"Brother Wen Yuan is really the same as ever, fast talking, clean and neat!"

Zichen sighed lightly, and then said: "Brother Wen Yuan wants to see the three clears of one gas, this is indispensable, after all, in the face of the first place on the list of people in the past, Poor Dao does not dare to have the slightest support, let alone the slightest clumsiness, but Brother Wen Yuan's purpose is not only this, but also wants the surname of Poor Dao." ”

"Unlicensed avenue, this flesh treasure raft poor road can not be abandoned, so there is only ...... Forgive me!"

The black-robed man waved his hand and made a "please" gesture, and said leisurely: "In the past year, the competition in the Grand View Garden, you and I stopped at the point, and never divided the winner or loser. ”

"Zichen, please. ”

Knowing that this battle was inevitable, Zichen stopped talking, smiled calmly, and a purple gold Taoist robe that symbolized the identity of the head of the Dao Sect of Creation floated, and the purple and red vertical marks on the center of the eyebrows on his forehead flowed, and he bowed his sleeves, and Zichen saluted to the vast void and called softly.

"Please help me!"

When the words fell, the wind was calm, and there was no earth-shattering momentum, only a wisp of smoke flickering with hazy light was born out of thin air, fluttering and leisurely, rising straight into the vast sky, and then dispersed, turning into a cloud of innocent auspicious clouds, and three vague figures walked out of the auspicious clouds together.

On the right side is a young Taoist dressed in a white robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a lofty spirit, the young Taoist is carrying a sheathed long sword, his eyes open and close, the meaning of the edge is suddenly revealed, staring at the black-robed man standing in the distance, and said in a cold tone: "Poor Dao is also here!"

When he opened his breath and exhaled, the long sword behind him came out of the sheath like a psychic, and in the sound of the sword roaring like a dragon, a frosty sword light rose to the sky, piercing through the nine heavens.

On the left side is a young boy with a bun, the child's big smart eyes are clear and innocent, and while glancing around, he said in a milky voice: "Poor Dao Qingxuzi, I am here to help Taoist friends." ”

The childish voice fluttered out, followed by a crisp and pleasant sound to echo the harmony, its sound is like a mountain spring dingdong, the spirit bird chirps softly, and the ring knocks each other, as if it contains all the beautiful and beautiful sounds in the world, falling into the ear, which can make people's minds unconsciously calm down, thoughtless, carefree.

Between the young Taoist and the young Taoist is an old Taoist with a crane hair and a pale face, who is more than a few years old, and the old Taoist is bent on his back and makes a joke towards Zichen: "The old Taoist is also willing to do his best to resist the strong enemy with his fellow Taoists!"

The voice of the old Taoist is hazy, ethereal, no direction, but it contains the same meaning in the change, a body of breath is more like the floating clouds on the horizon, scattered into gas, gathered into clouds, between the phase and the non-phase, the rhyme is long!

One gasification and three clearing, this ancient Taoist great supernatural power, after tens of thousands of years, finally reappeared in the world!

The black-robed man faced the four great real people of the Land Immortal Realm alone, there was not the slightest timidity on his face, and between the dark light of his eyes, he had a peerless spirit that looked at the world and gave it to me.

"I said in the past, among the people list, only you and Chaotian Que can be my opponents, and the rest are just ordinary people, and now you can refine this gasification Sanqing, which also proves that what I said back then is true, and it is not in vain that I once looked down on you. ”

The black-robed man's eyebrows were calm and calm, and while talking and laughing freely, his right palm was gently raised, and on the white palm that flashed with a strange luster, silky and mysterious black qi continued to overflow, turning into a strange black flame that contracted and expanded, and twisted and uncertain.

This strange black flame does not resemble a human thing, it contains a netherworld, and the eighteenth layer of Senluo Hell is disillusioned in the process, exuding a mysterious aura of death, gloomy, ominous, and evil.

And at the moment when the black flame took shape, between heaven and earth, the wind rose, the clouds surged, and the rain came!

The wind is the yin wind that the devil cries and howls, the clouds are the dark clouds that obscure the sky and the sun, and the rain is the cold and cold rain of blood.

In an instant, the sky was dark, bleak and slaughtering, and when the black-robed man raised his hand, he had changed the world into a netherworld, and the ubiquitous mysterious aura completely suppressed the qi of Zichen and the other four great real people in a corner of heaven and earth, unable to move.

"In the past, the old monk of Lingshan suppressed the four land immortals at the same time with a move in the palm of the Buddha Kingdom, and today I will look at the netherworld in my palm, how to break your one qi and three clears!"

......

Half an hour later, the towering sword peak that stood up to the sky and the earth was broken from it, and half of the mountain was broken into a mess of rocks and rolled down to the side, and the surrounding area was even more potholes, and the ravines were dense and horizontal, and it was as if it had been burned by the flames within a thousand zhang, and all of them turned into white scorched earth!

After a big battle, the black-robed man was nowhere to be found, but the Zichen Dazhen who had just come down the mountain and was about to travel the world in search of an opportunity to become an immortal was a blood-stained Taoist robe and returned to Yuxu Mountain alone!