Although Hong Xuanji's expression did not change, the sudden overwhelming pressure and the bone-chilling, almost suffocating aura were enough to make people feel his anger.

"Huh?"

Faced with Hong Xuanji's oppression, Xiao An was not afraid to laugh back: "Brother Xuanji has always been a Neo-Confucian scholar who pays attention to etiquette and is indifferent to emotions and anger. Now this mere word has made Brother Xuanji angry. It seems that Brother Xuanji is in his heart."

I am actually very afraid of Holy Duke Naya."

Hong Xuanji said coldly: "You don't have to show off your rhetoric with me here."

"That son Chen Pi deceived the world and stole his reputation, spread heresies everywhere, and brought trouble to the world. I will report it to Your Majesty in the future, depose him, arrest him, and behead him if he is found guilty!"

"Hahaha!"

Xiao heard this sadly, as if he had heard something funny, he raised his head and laughed endlessly.

"Hong Xuanji, you are still so arrogant and ignorant!"

"Do you think you are a human being? A mere martial saint thinks he is invincible?"

"Even without this Chen Pi, you still wouldn't be able to pass the test of Brother Taishangdao Shenji. If you are so stubborn, disaster will come sooner or later!"

"How are you doing, I don't need you to worry about it."

In just three or two sentences, Hong Xuanji had become as deep as an abyss again, without any emotion at all.

But it was rare for him to say something more: "Brother Shenji has indeed successfully dismantled his body and is ready to be reborn?"

"It has been more than twenty years since we said goodbye. He left in a hurry just to escape into the mountains and dispose of his corpse. Calculating, he must be eighteen or nineteen years old now. I wonder where he was reincarnated?"

Xiao looked at him sadly.

Seeing his appearance, it seemed that he only had Meng Shenji in his eyes, and he really didn't pay attention to Chen Pi at all.

He frowned secretly in his heart, but sneered on his face: "Hey, what? Are you afraid sometimes?"

Hong Xuanji laughed twice: "Huh, so what if he dismembers his body three times? As long as he doesn't survive the ninth level of thunder tribulation in one day, he won't become a Yang Shen, but his soul will grow stronger and his Tao skills will improve."

"I am an important minister of the court, how can I care about a Taoist priest from outside?"

His expression suddenly darkened: "Xiao Anran, why did you come here to me today just to say these words?"

"This is making fun of the imperial officials. According to the laws of the Qian Dynasty, it is too light to sentence you to exile for three thousand miles!"

"Hmph! You can actually pass the note to the inner palace of the imperial city and bribe the eunuchs in the palace. You Fang Xiandao has such a powerful method!"

"A mere little Taoist priest, relying on a little favor, dares to interfere in the government affairs, cause trouble in the inner palace, and attempt to control the sacred weapon of the country?"

"I will definitely report to Your Majesty that all of you and other demons will be confiscated and their families will be destroyed!"

"Hong Xuanji!"

"Don't talk about the imperial ministers, but keep your mouth shut and confiscate your homes and destroy them!"

"This method of yours can be used to scare those officials on weekdays, but if you want to scare Ping Dao, it's still far from enough!"

"When we besieged the Great Zen Temple, if it weren't for the three sects of our Taoist sect, you would have died under the fist of the great monk Yinyue Tathagata! How could you have been so arrogant and arrogant now!"

"Monk Yinyue?"

Hong Xuanji said disdainfully: "Hmph! Back then, when I made a great effort to determine the world, the people of the world supported me, all the people returned to their hearts, the scenery of heaven and earth followed, and the ghosts and gods surrendered."

"Buddhists do not follow the king's laws, do not know the truth, act in reverse, and try to block the general trend of humanity. Monk Yinyue is really in vain and is doomed to doom!"

"Even if there are no three sects of your Taoist sect, why should I be afraid of him? If you had not followed the general trend and clung to the dragon's tail, you would have died like him long ago!"

"Letting the three of you participate in the suppression of the rebellion gives you the opportunity to rectify your origins. You are not grateful, but now you are arrogant and want to imitate Buddhism, open temples, store incense, and attempt to do rebellious things. Sooner or later, you will have to fight with the Great Zen Temple.

Generally, it will be reduced to ashes!"

Xiao Anran's face twitched slightly.

Obviously very angry.

After all, he is the master of Fang Xiandao, a generation of ghost immortal master.

His chest thumped sharply a few times, and he forced himself to suppress his inner anger.

He let out a long breath: "Okay, in that case, you and I don't need to say more."

"I have long heard that Hong Xuanji, a generation of martial arts saints, gathered the ancient Tao of Creation, the Great Zen Temple, and the secrets of various schools in the world to create a peerless martial art of the wheel of life and death."

"Today I want to see how your Hong Xuanji's wheel of life and death can destroy our Immortal Dao's family and wipe it out in ashes!"

"Qiang!"

Before he finished speaking, a clear dragon roar sounded.

In the center of the hall, on the table where Taoist ancestors were enshrined, there was a three-foot-long sword with blood lines all over its body, like the blood vessels of a human body. It flew out of the sheath on its own, flying up and down around Xiao Anran, spinning endlessly.

This is the sword he kept secretly.

It is made of Taoist immortal steel and blood-patterned steel, and is nourished by the divine soul. It is placed under the Taoist ancestor for worship. It is spiritually self-contained and is an extraordinary sword.

Last time on the Hongmen stage, although Xiao Anran was defeated in a sword fight with the Confucian Huangkou boy, he was not convinced.

He knew that it wasn't because he was inferior to that yellow-mouthed kid.

But there is something strange in Hongmen Taichung.

His power was suppressed, but the child with a yellow mouth was able to activate a power far beyond his own.

Only then was he defeated by his two swords.

If he were outside the Hongmen Terrace, Xiao Anran was confident that he could kill the yellow-mouthed child with two swords under this blood-marked fairy sword.

"Hong Xuanji! Accept the sword!"

Xiao Anran originally wanted to recruit Hong Xuanji this time to discuss with him and deal with Chen Pi'er together.

The grievance between Hong Xuanji and the boy was well known to everyone in Yujing City.

Coupled with his status as a literary and Taoist master, the child has become in danger.

Hong Xuanji, although he always talks about etiquette, seems to be impartial and selfless.

But Xiao Anran knew clearly that this person was a pseudo-Taoist.

On the surface, he looks upright, but he doesn't know how much dirt is hidden in his heart.

He is a person who knows how to balance.

After he tells the whole story, he should agree to not miss such a good opportunity.

But I didn't expect that this person was really arrogant.

On the contrary, it made him very angry.

In addition, not long ago, he was defeated at the hands of a junior in public.

Xiao Anran encountered setbacks one after another, and a lot of resentment had already accumulated in his heart.

At this time, everything burst out in this sword.

The sword is like a blood rainbow, and it cuts through the air with a sharp roar, which is extremely harsh.

The whole hall was shaking.

The sword did not shoot directly at Hong Xuanji.

It seems to be going straight forward, but sometimes it is in front and sometimes behind, looking up and down.

Up, down, left, right, erratic.

"snort!"

Hong Xuanji snorted coldly, but he didn't pay attention to the ever-changing blood sword at all.

"Xiao Anran, you don't have to show off such trivial skills in front of me. It would be easy for me to kill you."

"You and I are less than twenty steps apart. If I make a move, your body will be shattered by my punch in less than two breaths, and your soul will not be able to get close to me at all. What can you use to fight me? Huh?"

"

Hong Xuanji spoke coldly and took a step forward.

Just such a gentle step, the force was so terrifying that it was like an ancient ferocious beast, with the power to destroy mountains and crack the earth with one foot.

The entire hall shook violently.

The Taoist statue in the hall also made a clicking sound.

Hong Xuanji's energy and blood surged throughout his body, like an oven.

The unparalleled heat wave swept away in all directions.

The erratic blood sword seemed unable to withstand the power of the masculine blood. It seemed as if it was stuck in a quagmire, and its speed of changing and flying was greatly reduced.

"I have been on the battlefield for many years, but I have never seen anyone who can achieve great things by practicing this ghost and god art. Even ghosts and immortals. When they arrive on the battlefield, there are thousands of people, and the masculine blood of the army is rushed, and their souls are scattered!"

"A true man does things in a dignified and upright way, and he takes the road of virility and masculinity."

"A mere Yin Shen Taoist magic, can you still dream of success?"

Hong Xuanji took one step at a time and spoke carelessly.
To be continued...