For practitioners, among the five realms of cultivation, the two most important passes are the first acquaintance and the knowledge of fate, the first acquaintance is the first sight that ordinary people see when they embark on the path of cultivation, how much the practitioner can see at that time, he can basically determine how far he can go on the path of cultivation in the future, and the realm of knowing the fate makes the transcendent become a certain possibility, and it is the beginning of the practitioner's real distance from the world, so when the practitioner crosses this threshold, he can often see the future that they could not see, and sense some mysterious omens.

Escaping from Zhishouguan and falling off the cliff, sitting quietly in the poisonous fog at the bottom of the valley to enlighten and break through the realm of knowing his fate, Longqing is now a great cultivator, and his cultivation realm has long surpassed that year, but he did not like those predecessors recorded in the Xiling canon, the moment he entered the knowledge of his fate to perceive the future, and gave birth to an omen, until he stood on the edge of the cliff at this time, looked at the red sun that was about to fall, and listened to the sad cry of Zimo and others, he faintly felt like a feeling.

The sunset is about to set, the world will be dark, and his behavior can be called deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, and his current state of mind is also so cold, so these things over the years, are you really inheriting the will of Haotian as the Lord said, or are these all self-deception, you have already turned away from the world of light, and resolutely plunged into the long dark night, becoming the precursor of the Hades?

Long Qing watched the sunset gradually swallow up the mountains, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, and he couldn't be sure of all the speculations, because it was a realm that he still couldn't reach.

Listening to Long Qing's words, Zimo and the people felt cold, but these colds didn't last long, because on the way to escape, they had seen too much death and suffered too much humiliation, and they knew that compared to the cold eyes and autumn wind in the world. The real night is safer and even warmer.

People once again kowtowed to Longqing to show their loyalty.

Zimo knelt in front of Long Qing, and said in a gloomy tone: "Lord Sizao, my subordinates don't dare to deceive...... When we went down to Peach Mountain, we were abolished and cultivated, and now we just have more knowledge and experience than ordinary people in the world, and my subordinates don't know what the goal of the adult's new reappearance is, but I think the adult must be doing great things. I'm worried that instead of helping adults, I'm going to drag them down. ”

Long Qing looked at him and said calmly: "What I need is your absolute loyalty, as for the abolition of cultivation, it is not a great thing, I heard that you are now called a fallen knight, so please become strong, and then fall with me to the bottom of the abyss." ”

After saying this, he took out a medicine box from his bosom.

Zimo sensed the pure medicinal power of the things in the medicine box. couldn't help but tremble slightly, with an unbelievable look on his face, he said in a trembling voice: "My lord, this is ......"

He and these other fallen knights. It was abolished by the Xiling Temple Ruling Division, but the snow mountain qi sea was not destroyed, but the snow mountain was locked by the secret method of the Daomen, if you want to restore the cultivation, you need at least three powerhouses at the level of the great god to forcibly get through, or have an adventure like Ning Que did back then.

Flee all the way. The Fallen Knights never had the luxury of recovering their cultivation. Because they knew that it was impossible for them to get the help of the three powerhouses at the peak of their fate, and there were not many adventures in the world.

Until they met their former direct boss on the cliffside: Prince Longqing.

The medicine box in the hand of Prince Longqing contained the Sitting Pill.

Although this pill is not like Tongtian pill, it can heal white bones, cure the dead, and prolong life, but it has unimaginable effects in clearing the mind and washing the heart. It's not inconceivable to unblock those locked knots.

The fallen knights trembled and took the elixir from Zimo's hand and swallowed it. Then sit down cross-legged with your eyes closed.

The name of the pill is sitting on the ground, which means sitting on the ground to become a Buddha. At this time, they sat on the ground, believing that even if they were to complete their cultivation, they would still not be able to become Buddhas, but they would be able to become demons.

The cliffs grew darker and darker.

Wearing a black robe, Longqing seemed to be one with the night.

Looking at the subordinates who were sitting on the ground, using their strength to digest medicinal power, trying to break through the lock of the snow mountain, the expression on his face was very calm, he didn't use up these sitting pills that he had worked hard to refine, and he didn't worry about whether these subordinates would retain absolute loyalty to him after recovering their strength.

In the past few years, he was the seat of the Xiling Temple Judgment Division, the number three person in the black temple, because Ye Hongyu was obsessed with cultivation, the internal affairs of the department, especially the temple cavalry directly under the Judgment Division, were all managed by him personally, and these cavalry commanders were his absolute cronies.

After Ye Hongyu became the chief priest of the judgment, because of the ridiculous reason of looking at her in the crowd, he inflicted cruel punishment on these cavalry commanders, in addition to relying on this prestige, part of the reason was to completely wipe out Longqing's influence.

Because of the past, Longqing's trust in these fallen knights is reasonable, and the most important thing is that there is his heart and blood in the Zadi Dan, so when these fallen knights take the Zadi Dan, they will become Longqing's hard work, and they can't hide anything from Longqing.

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As an important component of Haotian Daomen, Longhu Mountain Tianshi Dao has always been the most staunch follower of Xiling Temple, in the relatively remote Qi country, also has a lot of direct believers, contemporary Zhang Tianshi in Qi country is like the national teacher in the general sublime existence zài, Longhu Mountain on the Taoist temple to repair the golden brilliance, the stone flat is widely planted with green trees, the autumn does not change color, when the mountain breeze comes, the treetops shake gently, like a fairyland.

However, today's Longhu Mountain no longer has the slightest shadow of fairyland, as if it has become the legendary underworld, there are countless corpses of Taoist people lying on the stone lawn, there are mutilated limbs hanging on the top of the green tree, the smell of blood fills the air, the main entrance of the Taoist hall is closed, and the blood flowing out of the crack in the door will not be condensed, if the pulp is general.

In the Dao Hall, Zhang Tianshi, who was wearing a yellow Dao robe, looked at the group of black-clothed Dao people in front of him with a pale face, and held the last piece of rune paper between his trembling fingers. At this time, all the disciples of the Heavenly Master Dao had already died in battle, and only he was still alive, and the problem was that he didn't know why he was still alive.

Zhang Tianshi's cultivation talisman has reached the peak realm of Dongxuan, and he is only one step away from stepping into the threshold of knowing fate, and the master of the Xiling Divine Temple believes that he can successfully break through the realm in thirty years. Become a precious rune master, so even every time he goes to the Xiling Temple, he will be greatly respected.

But at this time, he couldn't see the slightest respect in the eyes of these black-clothed Taoists, not even respect for the enemy, these black-clothed Taoists had calm and cold eyes, looking at him as if they were looking at a dead person.

"You sinners...... Didn't he be abolished by the throne of God...... How so?"

Zhang Tianshi's face was pale, and his voice was hoarse and fearful. He recognized the faces of several of these black-clothed Taoists, and knew that the other party was the fallen knights who had been expelled from the Xiling Temple. However, a few days ago, I heard that these fallen knights were chased and killed like dogs by the army and Daomen of the Southern Jin Dynasty, why did these fallen knights suddenly come to Longhu Mountain, and recover all their strength, and even have stronger strength!

These sixteen black-clothed Dao people have all advanced to the Cave Xuan Realm, and the five former temple cavalry commanders, exuding a powerful aura that proves that they have stood at the peak of the Cave Xuan realm, especially the purple ink commander in the middle, who has even faintly touched that piece of paper, and may break through the realm and enter the realm at any time!

Except for such powerful countries as the Tang State and the Southern Jin Dynasty. What other country in the world can gather so many strong people? These black-clothed Dao people have such strength, where can the disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain contend with it, especially these black-clothed Dao people showed a chilling ruthlessness and even bloodlust in the previous battle. That kind of coldness and bloodlust made their strength even more terrifying.

Zhang Tianshi was frightened and confused, he didn't know what was going on, these sinners who blasphemed Haotian were not dead, but they were so powerful that they were so powerful.

None of the black-clothed Taoists answered his question. They just stood silently in the middle of the hall. Looking at him like a dead man, as if waiting for someone to come.

Long Qing appeared in the Taoist hall at some point, and he was also wearing a black Taoist robe, and the edge of the Taoist robe was embroidered with a golden band, just like the picture painted by the sun on the dark clouds.

Zhang Tianshi looked at Long Qing and said in disbelief: "You...... Prince Longqing...... You're not dead!"

Long Qing said calmly: "If you have experienced my life in the past two years, you will probably know that it is also a very difficult thing to want to die. ”

Zhang Tianshi suddenly understood. Glancing at those black-clothed Taoists, he hissed and roared: "You did it all by you! You madman! Aren't you afraid of being abandoned by Haotian!"

Long Qing said: "Maybe Haotian abandoned you, the Heavenly Master. ”

Zhang Tianshi said in despair: "If that's the case. Then you can do it. ”

Long Qing didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

Zhang Tianshi suddenly found out. Long Qing's eyes changed somewhat, the boundary between the black pupils and the whites of the eyes suddenly blurred, and an extremely light gray was emerging.

He didn't know what was going to happen next.

But he guessed what was going to happen next, and it must have been terrifying.

He let out a loud roar and crushed the last talisman.

A wall of fire came out of nowhere, quickly closing around his body, threatening to burn him to ashes.

Zhang Tianshi stared at Long Qing through the wall of fire and roared angrily: "You devil!

Long Qing's expression remained unchanged, and the next moment, his figure appeared in the wall of fire.

A black peach huā bloomed behind him.

A cold aura was generated in the Dao Hall.

The wall of fire was extinguished suddenly.

Long Qing's eyes all turned gray, extremely dark.

Zhang Tianshi felt that the mental power in his body was being sucked out at a high speed, his eyes showed extreme fear, looking at Long Qing's still beautiful face, he cursed viciously and desperately: "You will die worse than me." ”

With a snap, Zhang Tianshi's withered body fell to the ground.

Long Qing closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to normal.

He walked towards the outside of the hall.

Sixteen black-clothed Taoists, led by Zimo, followed him silently, both in their steps and breath, secretly following the rhythm and charm of Longqing.

Gradually it will become a whole, and then it will melt into the night.

The heavy door of the Dao Hall slowly opened.

The autumn mountain breeze gradually rose, blowing Longqing's clothes.

He felt himself a little stronger.

It's a good feeling.