For the entire Dao Conference, Sun Lanyu and Mingquan Turtle Xiang were only a short episode.

As the corpse of the Mingquan turtle sank to the bottom of the river, after Gong Buyu announced that he would supervise the Dao Conference on behalf of the Luoyun Sect, the Dao Conference ushered in a real opening.

The Discussion Council was not originally organized for the sake of a few individuals, or for the struggle for power and profit among high-level practitioners.

Gong Buyu waited for everyone to be dazzling, but it was not the real core of the Dao Conference.

The Dao Conference is the place where every small sect speaks, and every small sect is qualified to stand in the ring of the Dao Conference and try to regain what belongs to them with a fair competition.

Xuankong stood on the huge platform in the middle of the river with a magic weapon sword in his hand, and opposite him was a man who looked to be in his early thirties, the current head of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect, a monk who was also in the early stage of Qi Transformation.

Xuanqi was overwhelming, although his broken magic weapon sword had sunk into the river in the battle on the cruise ship, but he was still not afraid to face Xuankong, the head of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect in the same realm.

On the contrary, it was the head of the Wanling Sect whose face was pale at the moment, and the palm of the magic weapon Broken Sword trembled slightly.

Although his talent is on par with Xuankong, and he even has the advantage of a broken sword, he has hardly fought anyone in his cultivation so far, and even the few spells in his hand are biased towards the cloud illusion that confuses mortals.

He was able to push Wanlingmen to his current position, completely relying on winning over several high-ranking officials and generals between the Yunzhou government, and his strength alone was far inferior to Xuankong, who had experienced the battle.

In this Dao Conference, the head of Wanlingmen did not think of participating in it, he knew very well that the Xuankong who escaped from the Xuanming Temple must have participated in the Dao Conference.

Once he chooses to participate in the meeting, it is tantamount to acquiescing to the victory or defeat with Xuankong in the ring.

However, he had already taken refuge in several high-ranking officials in the Yunzhou Prefecture, and he was considered a sect on the side of the Great Xia Imperial Court, so there was no room to refuse to participate in the meeting.

What's more, he also had a bit of luck in his heart, he took refuge in the Great Xia Imperial Court so early, and the Great Xia Imperial Court might take care of it in the matter of the Dao Conference.

However, the subsequent performance of the Great Xia Imperial Court, as well as the palace silence who oversaw the entire Dao Conference, pushed the whole thing in another direction entirely.

It was absolutely impossible for the Great Xia Imperial Court to take the risk of offending Gong Bu and forcibly favor Wan Lingmen.

As soon as he thought of this, the hand of the head of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect trembled even more.

"Xuanming Guan Xuankong vs. Wanlingmen Qiao Tingyi, this victory or defeat determines the right to belong to Xuanming Mountain."

The Xuanwu envoy standing in mid-air held the book in his hand, and said slowly with a serious expression:

"The competition begins!"

As soon as the words fell, the head of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect used his mana to cast the cloud and mist technique, and most of the platform turned into a fairy land in an instant.

The head of the Wanling Sect was hiding in the clouds and mist with the magic weapon broken sword in his hand, and just as the mana was about to lock the trace of the Xuankong, he suddenly felt a burst of sharp sword qi slashing down head-on.

The head of the Wanlingmen was furious, and hurriedly raised the magic weapon broken sword in his hand to meet the attack, and the mana did not completely cover the magic weapon broken sword under the surprise, and the violent collision shook his palm so much that he almost couldn't hold the magic weapon in his hand.

"I don't know what to call a fool!"

The long sword in Xuankong's hand was just a magic weapon, and it had already been broken open under the collision with the magic weapon broken sword, but his sword momentum in the clouds and mist did not decrease, and he slashed towards the head of the Wanling Gate again.

"Cast the art of clouds and mist but don't know how to restrain your breath, in this cloud and mist, your mana fluctuations are as dazzling as a torch in the night, are you deceiving those rich and high-ranking officials too much, and even forgetting this common sense of fighting methods?"

The head of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect was forced to take a few steps back, and a trace flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly used the breath collection technique to try to retreat into the clouds, but the long sword of the Xuankong had already locked the direction of the head of the Ten Thousand Souls Gate.

"Boom!"

The sound of the collision of gold and iron echoed in the clouds and mist again, and the breathing technique that had just gathered was forcibly dispersed by this sword, and Xuankong's merciless taunt also sounded.

"Performing the breathing technique in front of the enemy, am I really blind?"

Xuankong is pressing step by step, but the head of the Wanling Gate can only be exhausted in the clouds and mist, and although he has a magic weapon and a broken sword in his hand, he can't pull away at all to cast the method of the sword.

The mana stirred a large area of clouds and mist was broken, and the sharp sword qi directly tore through the magic robe on the head of the Wanling Sect, and the head of the Wanling Gate flew into the depths of the clouds and mist with the help of this sword momentum.

The head of the Wanling Sect, who finally opened the distance, looked happy, and then tried to use the method of the sword to kill with a single blow with the advantage of the magic weapon.

But just as he was mobilizing his mana, he was stunned to find that in order to use the breath gathering technique and maintain a large range of cloud and mist techniques, his mana had already run out, and a cold magic sword full of cracks fell on his neck at this moment.

"You've lost."

Genku proclaimed his victory flatly.

From the moment the head of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect performed the Cloud and Mist Technique, Xuankong was already ready to force the head of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect to consume mana.

The continuous sword momentum and verbal confusion were just to make the head of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect believe that as long as he opened the distance, he could win with one blow.

In fact, Xuankong was also ready to use the magic robe to resist the sword method, but he never thought that the head of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect really had no experience in fighting and fell into his trap so easily.

Looking at the stunned head of the Wanling Sect, if Xuankong said that he didn't have the urge to kill the killer in his heart, it was completely false.

But killing is strictly forbidden in the ring of the Dao Conference, but Xuankong can only let go of the killing intent in his heart.

"Xuanming Guanxuankong wins!"

Xuanwuza's flat tone sounded, and a relieved smile finally appeared on Xuankong's face.

For half a month, he hid in Tibet and tried his best to come to this Qingping County, what he did was the victory of this moment, in order to be able to take back the Xuanming Temple from the hands of Wanlingmen.

The head of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect shook his head in a panic and roared:

"It shouldn't be like this! I still haven't used the Edgeworth Technique, and it shouldn't be me who loses! ”

"And my Wanlingmen got the title deed of Xuanming Mountain from the state capital, this should be the land of my Wanlingmen, and it shouldn't be decided in this way!"

Wan Lingmen had already paid too much to seize the mineral veins of Xuanming Mountain, and the head of Wanlingmen could not accept such an ending.

However, the Xuanwu envoy just glanced at the head of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect indifferently, and with a flick of his sleeve robe, he directly swept him into the river.

"The Dao Conference is not Dali Temple, there is no absolute justice here, and some are just a platform for all sects to compete fairly.

The ownership of Xuanming Mountain has nothing to do with who has the title deed in or who occupies this place first, and the only criterion for judging is just this competition. ”

"Since you have entered the Dao Conference, you must abide by the rules, and within three days, the top and bottom of the Wanling Gate must move out of Xuanming Mountain!"

Xuanwu made his words indifferent and resolute, and with one word, he set the end of Wanlingmen.

As he said, it is not fair in the true sense of the word that the Dao Conference uses cultivation as strength to determine the victory or defeat, and there is no guarantee that no sect will use the rules of the conference to bully the weak.

However, this provides a way for the sects to solve the problem, and can eliminate all kinds of hidden dangers that may arise in the future at the minimum cost, so as not to cause the consequences of large-scale conquest between sects.

What's more, there is no such thing as justice in the spiritual world.

In the ring, Xuankong, as the victor, received cheers from the disciples of the various sects.

No matter what his cultivation is, no matter what his identity is, he can stand in the ring on behalf of the sect and become the final winner, and he deserves everyone's respect.

Enjoying the glory of Xuankong at the moment, he even saw his junior sister Xuanle cheering in the crowd on the shore of the river.

Xuankong looked around, and then looked expectantly in the direction of the upper floor of the Xuanhuang Tower.

The upper floor of the Xuanhuang Tower is occupied by the major sect families, and there is an enchantment on it, which cannot be snooped on by the outside world at all.

But Xuankong was sure that on a certain floor of the Xuanhuang Tower, there must be the noble man who had asked the deputy envoy of Qin Tianjian to help.

If it weren't for the nobleman's words, the seriously injured Xuankong would definitely not be able to stand in the ring and defeat the Lord of the Ten Thousand Souls.

Xuankong solemnly bowed deeply to the top of the Xuanhuang Tower.

In front of the windowsill, Shen Yuan looked at Xuankong and saluted respectfully, with a little smile on his face.

Xue Mingzhi on the side whispered:

"It seems that this kid is not stupid, knowing that it was Mr. who helped him to have the current ending."

Shen Yuan chuckled and said:

"The general trend is coming, outside the major caves and blessed lands, there are always some geniuses who go against the current to reach the peak.

This world has never belonged only to the dynasty sect. ”

Xue Mingzhi's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Sir, mean, this guy named Xuankong will be able to achieve something in the future?"

Shen Yuan smiled dumbly: "Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?" ”

Just when Xue Mingzhi's eyes flickered and he didn't know what he was thinking, Shen Yuan had already withdrawn his gaze towards the ring.

His gaze fell on his hand, and Shen Yuan was holding the golden Dragon Palace edict that had mobilized the power of the river when the Mingquan Turtle appeared in his hand.

This Golden Dragon Palace Edict is obviously at a much higher level than the one in Sun Lanyu's hand, and it can mobilize the power of the rivers and rivers far better than Sun Lanyu.

It's just that due to the fact that the Jidu Dragon Palace has not really returned to the present world, the extent to which the Mingquan Turtle Picture can be mobilized is still extremely limited, and at most it can control part of Cangzhou Jishui to a certain extent.

You must know that Jishui, as one of the four ancestral veins, although it is only the shortest ancestral vein, its basin runs through more than ten states, far more than 10,000 miles.

Cangzhou can be famous all over the world only because the Jidu Dragon Palace is located here, which is the core backbone of Jishui.

If it is in the era when the aura tide has completely returned, the Mingquan Turtle Xiang, who is the great demon of the gods, can command the Jishui territory with the edict of the Dragon Palace, and can even suppress the river and water gods of the real human realm with one word.

This is the authority that the Jidu Dragon Palace has on this Jishui.

It's a pity that the times are different after all, Shen Yuan's sword and Qi not only killed the Mingquan Turtle Phase, but even caused the Dragon Palace Edict to be damaged to a certain extent, and it was impossible to directly return to the Dragon Palace.

Otherwise, Shen Yuan might not be able to stop the Dragon Palace Edict located in Jishui.

The index finger gently brushed the mysterious texture on the Dragon Palace's edict, and Shen Yuan vaguely felt a familiar aura from it.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Shen Yuan pondered for a moment before realizing where the aura in it came from.

"Incense Shinto!"

This so-called Dragon Palace Edict is essentially an incense weapon.

Shen Yuan was immediately interested, since he left the Yunfu Mountains, his perception of the Exorcism Divine Power had fallen into a stagnant stage.

There are no incense gods and incense magic weapons as references, just relying on the records in some classics is not enough to make Shen Yuan's exorcism magic power step into the first realm.

Right now, this Dragon Palace Edict may be an opportunity.

Closing his eyes and concentrating on the exorcism of the gods, Shen Yuan only felt that the brilliance flashed in front of him, and there seemed to be an invisible thin line behind the Dragon Palace Edict that was connected to the void.

The line of sight changes, Shen Yuan witnesses this land with a posture overlooking all living beings, and ancient temples on the banks of the Jishui River rise up in the sight, even if the aura is exhausted for three thousand years, the incense in the temple is still not broken.

Every year at the Dragon King Festival, the state and county governments will hold a festival to worship this ancestral vein of Jishui.

Even in the imperial capital at the core of the Humane Dynasty, the four ancestral veins of the annual sacrifice ceremony have never been cut off, and the power of incense for tens of thousands of years has gathered in this piece of heaven and earth.

And the source of harnessing the power of all this incense is.

The picture in front of Shen Yuan's eyes changed, and he suddenly appeared in a narrow secret space.

In a natural spirit pool, a golden dragon carp with a slender dragon beard was flicking its tail and throwing a delicate seal into the air in a bored manner.

The seal is like a toy of a dragon carp that constantly flies up and down, and all the power of incense is attributed to this seal.

"The source of the Shinto in the waters of Jidu is actually the Dragon Seal of Jidu?"

Shen Yuan opened his eyes in astonishment, his eyes full of doubts.

When he got the Jidu Dragon Seal, he did not control the exorcism power, but he only knew that the eldest prince of Jidu and the people of the Jidu Dragon Palace attached great importance to this side of the seal symbolizing the position of the Dragon Monarch, but they did not know the specific reason.

And after Shen Yuan obtained the exorcism power, he had already thrown the Jidu Dragon Seal into the Innate Spirit Pool to use the dragon carp as a toy, and he had never touched this Jidu Dragon Seal at all, so that Shen Yuan missed this incense treasure.

"Since the Jidu Dragon Seal is the source of the Jindao of the Jidu Waters, it must have the ability to restrict and seal the water gods, and its importance to the entire Jidu Dragon Palace is naturally self-evident.

Even to a certain extent, the Jidu Dragon Seal is the foundation that maintains the Jidu Dragon Palace's domination of all waters.

It is no wonder that the current Jidu Dragon Monarch is looking for an agent and sending a god demon, and he spends such a big price just to help the Dragon Seal.

If this treasure is lost, anyone will be in a hurry. ”

"However, for me, this is a perfect opportunity to study the Incense Fire Shinto with the help of the Divine Treasure of the Dragon Seal, and maybe I will be able to successfully step into the first realm of my exorcism edict.

At that time, there will be no more obstacles to the method of incense incarnation. ”

Shen Yuan even wanted to go back to the courtyard secret realm directly, and began to retreat and study the Dragon Seal.

And at this moment, Shen Yuan only felt that the Yin God suddenly trembled, and his eyes looked at the river in the distance seriously.

On the river hundreds of miles away, the originally clear sky suddenly converged with clouds, and the clear sky quickly turned into clouds.

In the clouds, dark purple thunder fell with the fury of heaven and earth, and the rivers trembled and set off a raging wave, and there seemed to be a god roaring towards the whole heaven and earth in the surging angry waves.

The next moment, a dark blue Spirit Treasure Order Banner rose into the sky from the power of hundreds of millions of rivers, and forcibly dispersed the gathered clouds.

In the place where the rivers converge, a giant god whose rivers converged and turned into eyes stared in the direction of Qingping County, and the majestic voice spread throughout Cangzhou in an instant through the medium of Jishui.

"Whoever commits me to desecrate the Dragon Palace will be killed!"

(End of chapter)