Qingyi didn't dare to move, just like a rabbit who had been targeted by a poisonous snake.

However, the Taoist priest seemed to have not noticed it at all, and only heard him say, "I will not accept disciples. There is only one master in my sect." Jin Xiangdi felt disappointed when he heard him say, and didn't know what to say for a moment. He heard the Taoist say, "Although I will not accept disciples, I can accept disciples on behalf of my master. Just call me a senior brother, and wait until I take you back to the mountain gate before going."

Jin Xiangdi was surprised and shouted quickly, "Yes, Senior Brother." After that, he turned his head and looked at Qingyi, but did not notice that Qingyi was looking at the distance. He said happily quickly, "Senior Brother, this is my sister Qingyi, who has transformed into a shape and is dedicated to the Tao. Can you accept her together?"

"Haha!" The Taoist looked up at Qingyi, and then he found Qingyi's face. His face changed suddenly. At this moment, he saw a little white light from Qingyi's eyes. The Taoist did not turn around, and the sleeves in his hand had already swung out. Qingyi instantly flew up like a dead leaf, and then disappeared into the wind.

Qingyi's body flew out involuntarily, and a whistling sound in her ears, as if she was in a storm. When she settled down, she was already on the top of a mountain. She looked anxiously at the valley, and saw strong winds in the valley, dark clouds in the sky, pouring rain fell wildly, and thunders slashed. I could hear a magnificent voice in the valley saying, "Wind, thunder."

As the sound rang out, the wind became even more intense, and even Qingyi was a little unsteady. The big trees in the valley broke and flew in the sky. Thunder fell one after another and struck into the valley continuously.

However, in the endless sound of wind and thunder, there was a sword chanting that was particularly harsh. The sword light in the valley was full of murderous aura.

Qingyi was very anxious because the golden elephant was still in the valley, shrouded by the sword light.

About a quarter of an hour later, a sword light suddenly rushed out of the valley to disperse the dark clouds in the sky. The wind and rain dissipated, and thunder never appeared again. Qingyi was shocked, and looked at Hua Qingyang who had jumped up to the clouds. He was shocked and thought to himself: "He is still alive, is the young guy's new senior brother dead?"

Hua Qingyang, wearing a white robe, stood around the clouds and looked at it. His cold eyes swept across Qingyi. Qingyi felt that his whole body was cold and his heart stopped in an instant. However, Hua Qingyang swept past like a tree, took a step forward, broke into the void, and disappeared.

Qingyi then came to her senses and hurriedly fled into the valley to search for the golden elephant. While searching, she shouted loudly: "Little guy, are you dead? Little guy, come out quickly, hide where you are? Come out quickly, that Hua Qingyang has left..."

Qingyi flipped the big trees that broke into the valley, flipping one by one. She flipped and shouted while flipping, and then flipping the huge rock cut by the sword, crawled under the stone to see the cracks. In her heart, Jin Xiangdi liked to hide in the cracks of the stone the most.

However, after walking through the valley, she could not find the Golden Elephant. Fortunately, she did not find the Golden Elephant's body, and the Taoist did not see it. She just thought about it slightly and fled towards the direction of Hua Qingyang's pursuit.

Jin Xiangdi was dizzy and could no longer tell the difference between the east, south, west and north. He felt that he was almost shaking in front of the sword tip of Huaqingyang. His ears were filled with the sound of swords, the sound of wind and rain, and the sound of thunder. When everything disappeared, there was another world in front of him.

A middle-aged Taoist sitting under a statue of an abandoned temple, and a golden snake in front of him looked at him with his head raised.

"Are you my senior brother?" Jin Xiangdi asked in confusion.

The Taoist nodded, and a sword mark was obvious under his neck, and blood still oozed out.

"Why, why is this happening? Senior brother, why have you become like this?" Jin Xiangdi asked in surprise.

"Haha, Taoism is not enough, and he is useless to use spells that exceed his ability, and consumes the true energy in his body." The Taoist said weakly, despite this, he still smiled.

Jin Xiangdi didn't know what the true essence was, and wanted to ask, but was afraid that the Taoist would exhaust his energy by explaining too much, so he picked the question he was most worried about: "Will he die?"

"Unless it continues to consume, otherwise you can recover after going back to rest for a few years." The Taoist said with a smile.

Jin Xiangdi then felt a little relieved, and then found that Qingyi was no longer by his side. He quickly turned his head and looked around. He saw that the temple was dilapidated, with air leaking everywhere, and only half of the roof tiles were still there. The spider webs were everywhere, the corners of the wall were covered with weeds, and the ground was covered with rubble.

"Auntie...Auntie...Qingyi..."

Jin Xiangdi shouted loudly, wandering on the ground like a golden thread. In a blink of an eye, he had already circled around the temple and ejected up to the roof of the temple. Looking around, he saw a vast green mountain, undulating like green waves, and there was a house in the distance. Seeing all this, he realized that he and Qingyi were scattered.

"It is at least a hundred miles away from the valley." The Taoist said to Jin Xiangdi: "I couldn't save her at that time, so I had to use the wind to blow her out of the battle circle. She had the technique of wind escape and would be fine."

Jin Xiangdi was a little relieved, and he felt a little uncomfortable with the separation from Qingyi like this. He also thought that he had the blue hair curse she planted on him, and she would find her very quickly. Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved, just hoped that Qingyi would catch up quickly and then join the master together.

He naturally wanted Qingyi to join the master with him. No one knew better than him how much Qingyi wanted to join the Taoist sect to practice the authentic cultivation techniques.

"Senior Brother, what's the name of our sect?" Jin Xiangdi asked after calming down slightly.

The Taoist closed his eyes and meditated, saying, "Lingtai."

Jin Xiangdi didn't understand, but when he saw the Taoist closing his eyes and meditating, he didn't dare to disturb him anymore. Panjuan was thinking about what kind of sect this spiritual platform was, what kind of immortal the master would be, and how many senior brothers would there be.

"It must be no worse than Xuantian Sect..." Jin Xiangdi thought: "At least it is not as domineering and ruthless as the people in Xuantian Sect, and they will also bring Qingyi to practice magic together in the future."

Not long after, the Taoist sitting there meditated suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the golden snake on the ground, and stomped his feet and sank into the soil. At the moment he sank into the ground, a white light seemed to have cut open the heaven and earth, and the place where the dazzling white light passed disappeared.

The sword roared in the air.

The mountain temple was cut into two halves without warning, and the statue was cut open from it, and a deep sword mark appeared on the ground where the Taoist disappeared.

Outside the mountain temple, there was a Taoist vanishing rapidly like the wind.

Hua Qingyang on the top of the green mountain went up to the nine heavens, one step a few miles away, and within a few steps, he had already reached the sky above the Taoist and stabbed down with a sword.

As soon as the sword came out, the noise of the sword roar had spread.

Like a white eagle rushing to the rabbit, flying to the thorns, and like a flying immortal from the sky, unparalleled.

The Taoist grabbed the golden snake in his left hand and flew on the earth, but it was not as fast as the flying sword of Hua Qingyang. Just as the sword was about to stab the Taoist, the Taoist suddenly turned around, turned his right hand in front of him, drawing circles of waves.

"One thought of the spiritual platform, a single inch of heaven and earth."

As his voice came out, the sword that seemed invincible and could pierce anything in the world turned with his hand, like a leaf falling into a vortex rotating rapidly. Only the sound of grass, trees and rocks breaking were heard constantly, and the trees broke without warning and rocks broke.

The sword turned out a ball of sword light with the Taoist hand, like a sword lotus blooming.

At the same time, the Taoist body quickly became weak and smaller, and eventually turned into a little dust and disappeared, just like a bird that had flew to a place where the sight could not be seen clearly in a blink of an eye. Only a little disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Just as the Taoist turned into a black dot and disappeared, the sword light suddenly became strong, and immediately broke away from the vortex wave circle and pierced into the point where the Taoist disappeared. The sword was like stabbing into another layer of space, sank inch by inch, and it seemed like it was piercing into water. With a thought, neither the sword nor the person had already disappeared into the void, but the dust was flying, and the spiritual energy in the space was swelling.

Dozens of miles away, on the top of a towering tree, Huaqingyang stood quietly in a white robe.

A hundred miles away, Jin Xiangdi looked at his senior brother. His face was no longer middle-aged, but an old man with wrinkled skin, gray hair, and a little curved body. The sleeves of his right hand were gone, and there were still bloody sword marks on the back of his hand.

At this moment, Jin Xiangdi developed a strong hatred for Hua Qingyang.

"Why did he chase and kill again and again?" Jin Xiangdi couldn't understand. Looking at his senior brother's appearance, he couldn't help but say angrily.

"Haha, some people keep doing unreasonable things in order to pursue the Tao in their own hearts." The Taoist coughed and said, "This kind of person who does not care about other people's lives, only cultivates one's own Tao and has a firm will, is the least important thing to exist. Only by respecting other people's lives and integrating others can they be integrated into heaven and earth, and can they coexist with heaven and earth."

Jin Xiangdi seemed to understand but not understand. He only knew that the senior brother said that people like Hua Qingyang should not exist in this world.

"For people like him, you must not hate him. If your heart is occupied by hatred, your mind will no longer be clear. Everything will be covered with gray in your eyes, and the heaven and earth will lose their true colors." The Taoist coughed a few more times and said slowly.

Jin Xiangdi was very worried and said anxiously: "Senior Brother, are you okay? Don't talk anymore. Sitting here and meditating for a rest."

"It's okay, I can't die. Hua Qingyang will definitely chase after him, so we can't stop." After saying that, he grabbed the golden snake and walked towards the distance, one step floating in the air, and the dust was not rising.

"Senior Brother, where are we going?" Jin Xiangdi asked.

"Return to the master's sect?"

"Where is the master's sect?"

"Fangcunshan." said the Taoist.

Jin Xiangdi had never heard of it, and thought for a while and asked, "What if Hua Qingyang chased him all the time?"
Chapter completed!