In Longqing's mind, his decision, his response, there is no problem, and he has completely mastered human nature...... It can't be said to be a weakness, it should be said to be a trait, but he forgot a very important point, the common traits of human nature, then it must have appeared many times in history, in other words, his decisions and responses, seemingly wise, in fact, are just picking up the wisdom of the predecessors, and still take the old-fashioned path.

Until now, Long Qing still didn't know the name and surname of the middle-aged Taoist, but after the Taoist in Tsing Yi was driven to the South China Sea by the master with a wooden stick, he naturally had enough wisdom and insight, and Longqing's response seemed to him to be full of stale and disgusting atmosphere, which became more and more unacceptable to him.

Unacceptable, that is a tough and extreme suppression, he did not hesitate to slap the top of Long Qing's head, ignoring the precious Tongtian Pill that was devoured, and ignoring what Long Qing meant to Daomen, he just wanted to maintain the rules and bottom line of Daomen.

However, it is a pity, a pity in the world, and it will also make Ning Que feel extremely regretful in the future, this palm of the middle-aged Taoist did not be able to slap Long Qing to death, but was extremely weird, and was shocked back by the faint and extremely tough aura around Long Qing's body.

Longqing, who is almost at the top of his heart, no longer has any moral rules in his heart, so he can do so many rebellious things, but Haotian's world has rules after all, and he can survive at this time, thanks to these rules in a large way: such as action and reaction.

The middle-aged Taoist's understated but irresistible palm landed on the top of Long Qing's head, shaking his teeth suddenly, and his facial features shook the snow, but it did not break through the thin layer of aura, and the huge and terrifying power was shocked back by that layer of aura film, making his palm bounce high.

With a bang, Long Qing's feet stepped into a deep pit on the hard meadow ground, and the pants on his legs were all shattered into butterflies and flew away, and his leg bones were in sharp pain, which seemed to be broken.

In the midst of the smoke and dust, Long Qing, who was hit by a palm, was like a ball that was slammed to the ground by a palm, suddenly froze, and then bounced towards the sky at an extremely terrifying speed!

The sound of the wind roaring.

Long Qing bounced into the air, extremely high and far, he was extremely confused, at a loss, feeling the autumn wind blowing in his face, looking at the clouds that were getting closer and closer, thinking about the feeling of fluttering after taking the Tongtian Pill before, he couldn't help but think, could it be that he really turned into an immortal and was about to leave this terrible world?

A Tongtian Pill cannot really make a mortal an immortal.

As long as you don't become a fairy, no matter how high you fly, there will always be a moment when you fall.

Long Qing was shaken off the ground and flew up, I don't know if he flew dozens or hundreds of zhang, just when he felt as if he could touch the blue sky with his hand, he began to fall.

Except for those sages who can return to the Haotian Divine Kingdom, the final destination of the vast majority of people in the world is the earth, and the attraction of the earth to human beings is so strong, so strong that it has a lot of power.

Those forces made Longqing fall, and it fell faster and faster.

He left the clouds, broke the autumn wind, looked at the middle-aged Taoist, crossed the meadow, fell into the cliff behind the meadow, disturbed the clouds that had caused the years to disperse, and went straight into the bottomless ravine.

Falling from such a high place, even a strong person who knows his fate will be turned into a puddle of flesh by the earthquake, not to mention that no one knows what kind of danger lies under the abyss.

Long Qing took the Book of Heaven and fell into the abyss.

The middle-aged Taoist walked to the edge of the cliff and watched the clouds and mist between the cliffs flow like a lake disturbed by stones, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

No one knows whether Long Qing is alive or dead.

He may be alive, but he should be dead.

But who knows?

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the hollow figure that was gradually swallowed by the flowing clouds, and thought silently, if you didn't die in this way, then you might really be the legendary Heavenly Oracle.

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In the green mountain behind Zhishouguan, there were dull or poignant voices from time to time, and the green vines scattered in the mountain roads and dense forests kept trembling with these sounds, as if they felt extremely frightened.

These voices came from the terrifying Taoist priests who had been hiding in the cave for decades, and these Taoist priests did not deliberately show their power, but they just felt something in their hearts, and they talked casually, which made the green mountains and green vines and red soil tremble and uneasy, and dozens of caves shook and collapsed.

"Why?"

"Why do I see hope, but it is such a cold hope. ”

"I'm going to kill that junior. ”

"That waste is so bold! How dare you do evil thoughts about us!"

"Why didn't He Daoren do anything before he died?"

"What did he see?"

"Haotian's will or the shadow of Hades?"

"Is this the real oracle?"

The cliff, which was still tightly wrapped in the broken green vines, suddenly became quiet, and no one spoke for a long time, and the old Taoist priests in the cave remembered the scene they had seen before, and thought of some truths that they had faintly realized, and they were silent for a moment.

After a long time, a very deep sound sounded between the cliffs, and the birds, who were trying to find nesting materials in the debris of the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, listened to this sound and immediately flew away in terror.

"Whether it is Haotian's will or the shadow of Hades, regardless of whether it is the divine decree or the original sin of mankind, this young Dao disciple appeared in front of us, which has already explained a lot, Senior Brother He was robbed of his cultivation by that young man, but he did not kill the other party before he died, indicating that he did not want to resist this temptation. ”

There was an old and resentful voice from a cave.

"If it were me, as long as Longqing could inherit my merits, and then destroy the Miè Academy and destroy the Tang Kingdom, or I would also be willing, I have really endured enough of my secluded life in the past few decades, if I hadn't been slashed by Ke Haoran, a madman, I should have sat on the Moyu Divine Throne now, where would Liansheng rob the position, and where would I not see Qingtian and the people for the rest of my life?"

In another cavern, a voice of utter indifference sounded.

"If you are really willing to pass on your merits to that young man, then why did you kill him before? Speaking of which, you are reluctant to get out of trouble after all, and you don't want to say anything about the past, and then talk about reluctance, we old fellows trapped in the cave, who doesn't have a handful of blood and tears? When the master went to Peach Mountain to cut peach blossoms, if I hadn't stopped at the front and was seriously injured at a glance, how could Wei Guangming dare to expel me from Peach Mountain because of those trumped-up charges?"

The old voice of the vicissitudes of life before said mockingly: "As an elder of Xiling, the senior brother of the Heavenly Oracle Divine Throne, you actually have fun day and night with the wife of an ordinary believer in the Song Kingdom, if it weren't for the fact that you were seriously injured at the hands of your master, do you think Wei Guangming just expelled you from Taoshan?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that you can pass on your cultivation to that waste named Longqing. ”

"Why don't you pass it on?"

"Because I have to go out one day. ”

"It's impossible for you to get out. ”

"Don't make any noise. ”

The extremely thick and imposing sound exploded between the cliffs, and the shattered green vines rattled, and the birds that were about to fly away fell to the ground with a wail.

Obviously, the old Taoist priests in the cave were afraid of this voice.

"Senior Brother He was beheaded by Ke Haoran back then, and life is worse than death for decades, unlike the day when we may see the light of day again, it is not necessarily a bad thing to have such a vicious heir. ”

"But we are different, although the old wounds on our bodies are serious, but there is no such thing as the kind of Cheng dù that cannot be suppressed, as long as there is a chance, we can leave these caves, leave the Zhishouguan, that vicious young man who even I feel palpitations in the heart, whether dead or alive, in short, is far away from us, what we need to do now is to meditate and meditate, silently wait, any memory of the glory of the past is poison in the heart, even if there is no young disciple, you will go mad. ”

There was a dead silence between the cliffs, and no one dared to object, because the old Taoist priests in those caves knew very well that when it came to remembering the past, no one was more qualified to recall the year than that person, if it wasn't for the fiasco under Ke Haoran's sword, the master of this strong voice would inevitably sit at the top of the Xiling Temple now, and lead the entire Haotian Dao Gate as the head of the sect.

I don't know how long it has been.

The sound sounded again between the cliffs, and the green vines did not move, but the red soil that was like blood began to roll because of the despair and resentment in this voice.

"Do we really have to live out of these caves one day?"

"Will we really see the light of day?"

"How long are we going to wait?"

"We've been waiting for decades, and some people have been waiting for old age to die, so wouldn't we rather continue to wait?"

These questions, which are asked with resentment and despair, are like cold rain in late autumn, constantly washing the cliffs outside the cave, bringing endless pain to the people in the cave.

After a long time, the deep voice sounded again, with amazement, with perseverance, with hope for the future and resentment towards someone, and said in a deep voice: "Wait, wait forever, prepare, always prepare, wait, prepare for the death of the old immortal, this is the only thing we can do." ”

Decades ago, the Demon Sect was prosperous, correspondingly, Haotian Dao Sect had many strong people, and if the Xiling Temple did its best, it seemed that it could sweep the world.

Then, the academy produced a little uncle.

That little uncle's surname was Haoran, riding a little black donkey, wearing an inconspicuous sword at his waist, first destroying the Demon Sect, and then for one reason or another, or without any reason, but with a different concept, he began to fight against the powerhouses of the Daomen.

In the bloody wind and rain, I don't know how many amazing and brilliant cultivators were either beheaded by Ke Haoran under the sword, or seriously injured by him, or forced by him to break through the realm and sent by heaven, and they did not dare to escape.

One day, the strong men of Haotian Dao Sect gathered, and they were encircled.

Ke Haoran fought and won.

Then, he was condemned to death by heaven.

After that, the master entered Xiling, climbed Peach Mountain, cut down all the peach blossoms, killed those who participated in the battle, and seriously injured the rest.

Knowing and observing the Lord, the Taoist people in Tsing Yi welcome it.

The Master struck him with a rod in his hand.

The Taoist people of Tsing Yi were defeated and fled, avoiding the South China Sea, and have not set foot on land since then.

Decades later.

There are green mountains after knowing the watch, and the caves in the cliffs are like ant hills. In the meantime, there lived countless powerful people with terrifying realms but who were seriously injured, half of whom were beheaded by Ke Haoran and half by the master.

If these Daomen powerhouses reappear in the world, I don't know what terrible storm it will set off, but they can't come out, and the world has even forgotten their existence.

Because the Master would not allow it.

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(Good Master**...... I feel like I'm pretty **, I actually wrote it, in fact, to be precise, I should say that my father's power is very **, good. ）