In ancient times, there was an immortal monarch, the Taoist number Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, born with the eye of heaven, good at change, deterring the universe, and supernatural powers.

And the exercises that accompanied him to break through the heavens and all the worlds and set up a great reputation are the true recipe of the Qingyuan Wonderful Dao.

This is an immortal exercise, far from being comparable to the ordinary exercises in the immortal world, and it is extremely demanding for practitioners.

In this generation of Qingyuan Dao Palace, only Zhang Jinling was able to successfully practice by virtue of the strong comprehension of the pure yang immortal body that could communicate the perception of the Heavenly Dao, and became the true disciple of the contemporary Qingyuan Dao Palace.

I saw that the innate gossip diagram behind Zhang Jinling was running slowly, and a stream of immortal aura escaped out, setting him off with an extraordinarily otherworldly, immortal light.

Dry is the sky, Kun is the earth, the earthquake is the thunder, Xun is the wind, the kan is the water, the Gen is the mountain, the separation is the fire, and the exchange is the Ze, so as to resemble the feelings of all things.

With this innate gossip, Zhang Jinling can transport eight kinds of innate substances to defeat the enemy and be invincible.

It is rumored that the highest realm of the true recipe of the Qingyuan Miaodao can even repeat chaos, recreate the world, and derive all things in heaven and earth with innate gossip, and all sentient beings.

The black magic chains that tightly bound Zhang Jinling's body by the leaders of the three major demon sects disintegrated and broke, and purple thunderbolts erupted from the gossip diagram.

Lao Xiucai catalogued Jingguang, and with his knowledge, he couldn't help but sigh: "It is worthy of the immortal Dao exercises, it is really varied and powerful!"

He took out a pure white folding fan and gently fanned it against the thunder that struck, and a gust of wind rose from it, swallowing up all the countless thunderbolts.

"It's a pity, it's a pity! With such a powerful technique, your realm is too low. If you can bury yourself in the Yuan Infant Stage, even if it is combined with the three of us, you will be suppressed on the spot. ”

Zhao Aniu's muscles bulged, rising high like a small hill, and the green muscles and blood vessels were clearly visible, ignoring the bombardment of thunder, and rushed in front of Zhang Jinling with a dodge.

The two fists were like dragons coming out of the abyss, and they slammed into Zhang Jinling's abdomen, and the powerful force on the fists instantly transmitted to every corner of Zhang Jinling's body.

A crisp sound of bones breaking sounded one after another, Zhang Jinling's body fell down in an instant, and the phantom of the innate gossip diagram behind him became hidden or visible.

"Old Xiucai, why bother to grow the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige. It's just a congenital gossip map, look at the labor and management hands tearing up this!"

Slapping the weak Zhang Jinling down to the clouds with one palm, Zhao Aniu twisted his neck and let out a beast-like roar, as if an angry lion pounced on the innate gossip map.

Zhao Aniu's fists and feet were covered with a layer of scarlet blood, and the speed was as fast as thunder, and his fists and feet bombarded the innate gossip diagram like a storm, blasting it into a fairy light that exploded all over the sky.

"Wow! vulnerable!" Zhao Aniu, who had withdrawn his fists and feet, spat and looked at Zhang Jinling lying in the mud pit with disdain.

The old man stroked his beard, nodded his head and praised: "The sect master of the Life and Death Sect is worthy of being the master of my demon path refining body, and this body of copper skin and iron bones really makes the old man envious." ”

"Hmph! These disciples of the Righteous Dao Sect have no spiritual power to cultivate, but they never fight, they are just flowers in a greenhouse. ”

"I, Zhao Aniu, am a monk who has gone through countless life and death catastrophes all the way and climbed up from the bottom, and has not experienced life and death fighting, is also worthy of being called a monk?"

Hearing the praise of the old man of Heavenly Poison, Zhao Aniu was also quite useful, and his expression was proud.

Zhang Jinling closed his eyes and sensed his physical condition, and smiled bitterly: "Demon Sect remnants, I, Zhang Jinling, have seen how despicable and shameless you are today, no wonder you have become a street rat that everyone shouts and beats!"

After being attacked by the Heavenly Poison Old Man, Lao Xiucai, and Zhao Aniu's demonic qi entering the body, he was punched and kicked by Zhao Aniu with a wild bombardment.

At this moment, Zhang Jinling's physical body was defeated, the spiritual sea was silent, and the terrifying recovery power of the monks who were as strong as the sea of life could not keep up with the speed of the physical rout.

The three leaders of the Demon Sect fell beside Zhang Jinling, holding hands with each other and forming a three-talent array.

Gray mist emerged from the three of them, enveloping the entire Qingyang Mountain, isolating it from the Heavenly Dao.

A blank piece of paper appeared in the hand of the old man of Heavenly Poison, bit his finger, and dripped a drop of essence blood.

The blood smeared on the pure white rice paper, and the names of the disciples of the Stygian Chun Sect manifested from the white paper.

Holding the rice paper with the names of the disciples of the Immortal Chun Sect printed on it, the Heavenly Poison Old Man said excitedly: "Why don't you take out your two secret treasures quickly! The Demon Son was born tonight!"

Lao Xiucai and Zhao Aniu looked at the shocking names of the disciples of the Immortal Chun Sect on the rice paper, and their hearts were shocked and shocked.

Unexpectedly, the old man of Heavenly Poison was really so ruthless and vicious, and refined all the lives and skills of all the disciples of the Underworld Sect into this rice paper.

The two of them didn't dare to slack off, after all, the old man of Heavenly Poison was the most powerful existence among the leaders of the three sects of the Demon Dao, whether it was in terms of strength or qualifications.

Zhao Aniu reluctantly took out the secret treasure of the Life and Death Sect from the storage bag on his waist - the Life and Death Mill Plate!

The old Xiucai of Haoqi Gate also took out a Haoran righteousness book with the four big characters of heaven and earth Haoran written on it from his arms!

Yin and Yang Qi burst out from the top of the Heavenly Poison Old Man's head, and slowly sank into the rice paper.

On the rice paper, the names of countless disciples of the Shadow Chun Sect began to blur, and gradually gathered together, and a monstrous demonic aura came out through the paper.

"Life and death mill, come!"

The old man of Heavenly Poison burst into a shout, dragging the monstrous demonic qi to fly to the grinding disc of life and death.

The grinding wheel of life and death slowly turned, constantly crushing this demonic energy, dyed with a breath of reincarnation, and it was very strange.

Lao Xiucai didn't rest, and opened the cover of Haoran's righteous qi book with great difficulty, and his hands turned into white bones under Haoran's righteousness, and his flesh and blood melted away.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds are endowed with manifolds!

With Lao Xiucai's words, Haoran's righteous book began to flip rapidly, and out of it came a Confucian crown, a Confucian in a Confucian shirt, nodded slightly at Lao Xiucai, jumped deep, and jumped into that demonic energy.

The demonic qi that had originally hovered in mid-air suddenly sank, and continued to flow around Zhang Jinling, who had fainted, outlining a figure that was indistinguishable from Zhang Jinling.

The old man of Heavenly Poison had a warm gaze and shouted loudly: "The time has come, welcome the birth of the devil!"

Zhao Aniu and Lao Xiucai were also excited, kneeling on the ground: "Welcome to the birth of the devil!"

The Sancai Great Array withdrew, and the demonic qi circulating around Zhang Jinling instantly merged into his body.

Zhongzheng's bright pure yang immortal qi was instantly assimilated and polluted, and a series of demonic patterns appeared on Zhang Jinling's body, revealing a domineering aura that devoured the world.

"Blood sacrifice mountains and rivers thousands of miles!"

Around Qingyang Mountain, whether it was a mortal monk or a cow, sheep or livestock, they were grabbed by a terrifying suction force and flew into the air, all of them were imprisoned in the air, unable to move.

Bang bang bang!

One by one, the flesh and blood were cracked under the terrifying coercion, and the entire Qingyang Mountain seemed to have a monstrous blood rain.

The magic patterns that appeared on Zhang Jinling's body wriggled like worms under the water of the blood rain, hungrily sucking the huge blood energy in the blood rain.

A huge blood light tore through the sky and landed on Zhang Jinling's body, turning into a scarlet robe draped behind him.

Thousands of miles away, all spiritual things felt a palpitation.

In the Qingyuan Dao Palace, thousands of miles away from Qingyang Mountain, Qingyuanzi was teaching Lian Lian how to master the use of spiritual power during the Netherworld, and suddenly his face changed greatly.

"It's not good! The heavens and the earth have changed dramatically, the devil has descended, and the rise of the Dao Demon is inevitable, so quickly recall the disciples who are out of the Dao Palace!"

Qing Yuanzi condensed an arrow in his hand, shot it into the air, and then turned into tens of millions until the spiritual light rushed away.

All the disciples of the Qingyuan Dao Palace who were outside got the news, and they responded: "Disciple take the order! ”

But among the responses of these countless disciples, only the voice of his most beloved true disciple Zhang Jinling was missing.

Qing Yuanzi was furious, turned into a flash of blue light, and instantly escaped into the disciple hall.

Every disciple of the Qingyuan Dao Palace who goes out will leave a natal soul lamp connected to the heart in the disciple hall before going out, and if the lamp is extinguished, he will die.

In the disciple hall, the soul lamp representing Zhang Jinling was still burning, but the flames that came out were full of terrifying demonic intent, which made people shudder.

Guo Poyu also followed, felt the disciple hall, saw the demonic intent on Zhang Jinling's soul lamp, and said angrily: "Now that the younger generation, who else can secretly go to Jinling?"

"I'm afraid it's the old immortals of the Demon Sect who did it themselves, senior brother, let me go out and get Jinling back!"

Let's say it, Guo Poyu's aura suddenly increased several times, and he was about to rush out of Qingyuan Peak, but he was stopped by Qingyuanzi.

"At this point, we have no power to return to heaven. Jinling has been polluted by the Demon Sect, and his soul is gone. ”

"Do you want me to lose another junior brother?" Qing Yuanzi clenched his teeth, desperately suppressed the grief in his heart, and stared at Guo Poyu and said in a deep voice.

From the time Zhang Jinling was still an infant, he was picked up by Qing Yuanzi and brought back to the mountain, and he took care of him for decades.

watched Zhang Jinling go from a mortal to a rising tide and become a true disciple of the Dao Palace, who was admired by everyone.

In Qing Yuanzi's heart, he has long regarded Zhang Jinling as his biological son.

Guo Poyu looked at the huge sadness suppressed in Qing Yuanzi's eyes, sighed heavily, stretched out his hand and hugged Qing Yuanzi tightly in his arms, and said gently: "Senior brother, I'm not leaving, I'll be here with you, cry if you want to." ”

In order to develop the Qingyuan Dao Palace, Qingyuanzi reproduced the heyday of the Dao Palace, and always maintained its own majestic state.

But behind his back, when he saw Zhang Jinling's small achievements, he would also be proud and ecstatic like an ordinary old man.

It's just that he never dares to show it in front of others.

Now that Guo Poyu's words completely broke his defense, Qing Yuanzi lay on Guo Poyu's shoulder, grabbed Guo Poyu's clothes tightly with both hands and cried.

"My Ling'er, he's gone, and he can't come back!"

In the voice, there is endless sadness, infinite sadness.