Although the mob incident is over, it has made the Great Qin Empire devastated.

The Great Qin Empire was shaking in the wind and rain, and at the same time, after the beginning of spring, the major frontiers of the Great Qin Empire frequently reported news of war.

The entire Great Qin Empire was in a state of panic.

Zhao Yuan's cultivation of "Ten Thousand Enemies" also encountered difficulties, and the cultivation of "war" has been stagnant, and he has to suffer from the torment of war intent every day.

Obviously, Zhao Yuan's current combat intensity and frequency are not enough to vent the surging battle intent inside his body.

What Zhao Yuan needs is a hearty battle, but he can't choose an opponent at all, he can only deal with endless pursuits, and this kind of pursuit is not diverted by his willpower.

At present, Zhao Yuan's biggest problem is that he must keep running on the vast territory of the Great Qin Empire, and this kind of wild running is the cultivation of "speed", and he cannot strengthen the cultivation of "war", but his fighting spirit is becoming more and more vigorous.

Of course, if Zhao Yuan wants to fight, it is very simple, as long as he does not move after revealing his identity, enemies from all directions will rush over, but the problem is that Zhao Yuan cannot expose his whereabouts for a long time, because he cannot protect his safety at all.

Short-term identity exposure is already a huge risk, and if it is exposed for a long time, it will inevitably allow Liu Xiaotian to track down the traces.

Liu Xiaotian won't spar for him, Liu Xiaotian wants his life.

Now, Zhao Yuan is in a dilemma.

When the cultivation of "Battle" encountered difficulties, Zhao Yuan's two spiritual qi became more and more condensed because of Zhao Yuan's stagnation, however, this condensation did not seem to be of much benefit to Zhao Yuan, and he still couldn't control the spiritual energy, not even a single hair.

During his wanderings, Zhao Yuan collected a lot of knowledge about cultivation among the people, and some massive information told him that there was only one aura inside the body of a cultivator, and he had two ......

After repeated arguments, Zhao Yuan could only smile bitterly.

So far, Zhao Yuan didn't know how these two auras were formed.

If it was Wan Ling'er who built the foundation for him, this obviously could not convince Zhao Yuan. With Wan Ling'er's weak aura, he can build a foundation for him, so Master Suxin will not say that he will not want to cultivate aura in his life.

Two aura, extremely mysterious.

The two auras have no meaning to Zhao Yuan, but they can give Zhao Yuan a kind of spiritual power, and he always believes that these two auras will not appear for no reason, and he will be able to control the two auras one day.

Regarding the list of villains, Zhao Yuan began to understand gradually.

The list of villains seems to be an ordinary list, but behind it, there are countless stories.

If they can be on the top 100 of the list of villains, they are all ruthless characters with horses running on their arms, if they can be on the top 100 of the list of villains, they can basically walk sideways in the Great Qin Empire, and if they are in the top 50, then they are already terrifying characters.

As for the top ten, they are all anti-heaven existences.

In the past fifty years, the names of the top ten on the list of wicked people have never wavered, and most of them are some cultivators with advanced mana.

Zhao Yuan found that on the list of villains, the higher the position, the safer it is, and the lower the position, the more dangerous.

Zhao Yuan is now ranked among the four hundred and seventy-three on the list of wicked people, and such a position is basically the target of some disciples of the Great Gate Sect who have experienced the rivers and lakes.

Righteous people!

A murderous sneer appeared at the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth. In Zhao Yuan's eyes, there are no evil people and good people, let alone righteous people, because he has come into contact with some so-called righteous people, and few of them are good people.

For Zhao Yuan, righteous people are more terrible than evil people.

If the characters on the list of the wicked can be guarded against, then those righteous people who wear the guise of justice and fairness cannot be guarded against.

Qianming Temple.

Zhao Yuan, who was in a hurry, subconsciously glanced at the mountain gate not far from the roadside.

A secular monastery.

During these years of wandering, Zhao Yuan stayed in countless temples and broken temples, and he had long lost his devotion to these worldly temples, which in his opinion were just tools for some monks to collect money.

In the Great Qin Empire, the dojos established by some cultivators were welcomed by some people, because, during the flood and drought season, there were occasionally small-scale practices by cultivators, or they would see a doctor and apply medicine to solve some practical problems for the common people. And secular temples, except for spiritual comfort, basically have no function.

Secular religious beliefs have become more and more dilapidated.

According to the historical records, Qianming Temple is one of the top ten temples of the Great Qin Empire, once the incense was vigorous, and later Xiuzhen prevailed, and the temple gradually fell into disrepair. Of course, the actual reason is not so, and the greater reason lies in the suppression of the temple by the monarchs of the Great Qin Empire.

In fact, monks also have cultivation, but because monks are not known to the laity.

Looking at the three indifferent and elegant golden characters of "Qianming Temple", all of a sudden, Zhao Yuan had a desire to go in and have a look, and this desire gradually intensified, as if there was some mysterious force driving Zhao Yuan.

Qianming Temple is at the top of the mountain.

Zhao Yuan climbed the stairs, ignoring the beautiful mountains around him, his eyes staring at the lush temple on the top of the mountain.

In the dark, it was as if someone was summoning Zhao Yuan.

It's a very bizarre feeling.

Zhao Yuan's inner world has produced unprecedented tranquility, and the top of the mountain seems to have become a holy place in his mind, and Zhao Yuan, who has been immune to the holy land of Buddhism and Buddhism, seems to have regained his piety, just like an out-and-out believer.

"Someone is calling me!"

Zhao Yuan suddenly stopped his body, his mind was awe-inspiring, and he was awake.

"Donor, the poor monk has already swept the bed. In the air, a clear voice was heard in the distance.

Zhao Yuan's face changed dramatically, he hesitated, bit the root, and resolutely strode towards the mountain. Since the other party can confuse his mind from a few miles away, it means that he is a person with great magical powers, and in the face of such a strong person, it is better to go up the mountain generously than to be forced to go up the mountain......

......

"Female benefactor, it's your turn. In the meditation room of Qianming Temple, a fat monk in a robe sat on the ground, and between his eyebrows, he was full of a kind smile, like a smiling Buddha.

Opposite the fat monk, there was a stunning beauty kneeling, the beauty was wearing a long skirt, her face was dignified, and her facial features were extremely exquisite. Beside the woman, there was a long sword, the scabbard of the long sword was a light tooth white, noble and elegant, and I don't know what material it was.

In the middle of the two, there are black and white chess pieces.

The woman plays black chess, and the monk plays white chess. On the chess surface, black has the upper hand, and white has the potential to be wiped out.

However, the stunning woman frowned, as if she was absent-minded.

"The donor has a heart. The monk did not urge, and asked slowly.

"Who is he?" the woman looked up, revealing eyes as deep as stars.

"The poor monk doesn't know either. The monk smiled and played with the chess pieces in his hand.

"Then why do you say sweeping the couch?" the woman stared at the monk's eyes that narrowed into a slit.