The young Li Daoxiu was clever and lively, and quickly got rid of the chase.

Then he bumped into a cultivator who looked a little old.

The cultivator seemed to be experiencing some kind of problem, his mind was absent, and his eyes were distracted.

didn't care about Li Daoxiu's small movements.

As soon as the picture turned, Li Daoxiu appeared in the alley, holding a book in his hand, showing a curious expression.

If those cultivators in the world who worship the Heavenly King of the Dao know that the object of their worship has actually started a magnificent life by petty theft, I am afraid that there will be some sense of collapse of faith.

Just like Xie Wanchun at this moment, he boasts that he has a study of the Dao Origin Heavenly King that is far beyond ordinary people.

But now, he's found that his research was all bullshit.

This is also normal, although the Dao Shi Tianzun did not leave the Dao system behind, he also ordered a few cultivators.

Those people later respected the Dao Shi Tian King as their ancestor, and after the Dao Shi Tian King was destroyed, the disciples and descendants of these people regarded themselves as the inheritors of the Dao Shi Tian King, and they grew in momentum.

In the years that followed, there were repeated myths about the Daoshi Heavenly King, who was enshrined as his ancestor.

He even deleted some of the disgraceful origins and experiences of the Dao Shi Heavenly King to make it as perfect as possible.

Now, most of the sects that have tampered with the past have disappeared in the ruthless time and years, and the so-called truth that can be found by those who come after them to explore the traces of the past is false.

The dense fog was shrouded and dispersed again and again, and what you saw in front of you, as you moved forward, experienced different fragments of the Dao Shi Heavenly King's experience at different times.

Just when the group of people is getting deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, I heard the sand tone of Jingyang Palace 'pout' lightly.

Everyone took a closer look, and it turned out that the person who was fighting against Li Daoxiu after becoming famous at this time turned out to be the Bashan Sword Emperor who originally thought he had disappeared.

It's just that the Bashan Sword Emperor at this time... It doesn't seem to be the Bashan Sword Emperor, but for some reason he mistook himself for someone else.

The battle between the two was dazzling.

At the same time, the Bashan Sword Emperor, who had unleashed all his sword techniques, actually suppressed Li Daoxiu, making Li Daoxiu tired and injured.

"The peak of the Bashan Sword Emperor, the duel is only a preliminary fame, and the Dao Shi Heavenly King, who has not yet risen completely, it seems that the Heavenly King will lose... If so, what would happen if the Bashan Sword Emperor killed Li Daoxiu? Will this world collapse? Or will it fall into an even more chaotic disorder because of a break in a certain sense?" Xie Wanchun's eyes lit up, he had recovered from the previous blow, and at this time he fell into another kind of madness of inquiry.

In contrast, Zhou Baxian's eyes flickered, and he suddenly held two big knives in his hand, burst into the picture, and swung a knife towards Li Daoxiu.

Airplanes!

The terrifying knife swept by, but it was like an illusion, brushing the picture.

Can't fit in at all.

"How did the Bashan Sword Emperor enter the memory of the Dao Shi Heavenly King, become another person, and fight him in a decisive battle?" At this time, everyone had doubts in their hearts.

At this time, the paddling commentary Feng Lin Wan appeared again.

"It is very likely that the old monk of the Hanging Temple, who was exiled with one hand, threw the Bashan Sword Emperor into the depths of this inner world. With his own ability, the Bashan Sword Emperor replaced a monk who had a similar form of existence to him and intersected with Li Daoxiu, and his existence and status in the memory of the Dao Shi Heavenly King were more realistically approached. ”

"Perhaps... The current Bashan Sword Emperor is one step faster than any of us. Sure enough, it is a blessing and a curse, all in one thought, not so absolute. Feng Linwan nodded and said, sighing.

The people in Jingyang Palace looked embarrassed and very angry.

It's just that in this inner world, they have cut off contact with the people in their divisions, and the original messenger no longer works at all.

"Wait, why do you know so much? Even if you are the son of the former leader of the Tiansheng Sect and a disciple of the abbot of the Hanging Temple... These two identities also do not qualify you to know so many secrets that we don't know. Sha Xuan's gaze suddenly focused on Feng Linwan's body, grasping a certain possibility that had been ignored by them.

Feng Linwan smiled in his heart: "Have you finally noticed? ”

But his face did not leak a bit, and he said lightly: "Am I not smart?"

Sha Xuan sneered: "Clever? Not bad! It is indeed smart to think of such a method as Tui En's order to solve the current situation of the division of the vassal kings in Yasukuni." But there are insights that cannot be explained by these two words alone. You must have more secrets. ”

While speaking, everyone had already surrounded Feng Linwan.

Even before, Zhou Baxian, who seemed to be incompatible with Jingyang Palace, was the same.

Feng Lin sighed and shook his head, and suddenly raised his hand, put his fingers together, and struck a blow in the air.

This blow was in some kind of synchronization with Li Daoxiu, who was fighting with the Bashan Sword Emperor at this time.

At a glance, the moves used by the two seem to be exactly the same.

"This is the Two-Finger Spiritual Sword!" Sha Tuo was slightly stunned.

A Jingyang Palace monk beside him had already unleashed several spells, blooming the blazing sun, surrounding Feng Lin Wan, and resisting the sword qi pointed out by Feng Lin Wan.

"One finger sword, two fingers flicking, one rigid and one soft, one yin and one yang, each other into a cycle, borrowing from each other, there is no end to the time... Feng Lin recited the mantra in his mouth, which was no different from what Li Daoxiu said in the picture at this time.

There used to be a trick to fly lightly, which is to step on the right foot with the left foot, and then step on the left foot with the right foot, borrowing from each other, constantly stepping on it, never landing, and the speed is constantly improving, especially the endurance.

At this time, the two-finger spiritual sword used by Feng Linwan and Li Daoxiu at the same time also had the same effect.

This sword is a sword that keeps circulating, accumulating strength, and defeating the strong with the weak.

In that picture, with the continuous circulation and circulation of sword qi, the original trend of the Bashan Sword Emperor has become decadent.

In reality, Feng Lin wielded his sword qi at night, tearing apart everyone's encirclement, and had already jumped out of the encirclement.

At this time, everyone looked at Feng Lin Evening hidden in the thick fog, their eyes were terrified, and they didn't dare to continue the pursuit at all, and even took the initiative to retreat.

"Dao... Dao Shi Heavenly King?" Zhou Baxian still shouted out the doubts in his heart, and his hands holding knives seemed to be trembling.

If it was really the beginning of the Dao Heavenly King who lived... So what are they?

And if they really give them one hundred and twenty guts, they may not really dare to be enemies of the Dao Shi Heavenly King.

Feng Linwan's face showed a strange and mysterious smile.

As the fog deepened, he disappeared from sight.

The fog unfolded again, and everything that appeared in the picture in front of them directly subverted their three views, making them feel like they had been struck by lightning.

But I saw that Feng Linwan, who had just disappeared, had already entered the painting.

And the role he plays is not an opponent or a friend or a passerby who once appeared in the life of the Dao Shi Heavenly King, but... The first king of the Dao Heavenly King.