Chapter 1545: Our role model, Sang Qiye, is a spiritual master who cures disobedient disciples
"The road is made by fighting."
"Kill from day to night, from the human world to the underworld, and strike in one direction. The enemy will be afraid, retreat, and make way for them."
At the moment when the divine court was shattered, the darkness welcomed the dawn. Even the gray sky of the ruins of the gods seemed so fresh, and the air became a little sweeter.
Yue Gongli was silent, but the words he just said flashed through his mind.
This was the answer given by the bald man very calmly and seriously when Shen Yi was gaining fame and he was playfully interviewing him as a bard.
He was as calm as if he was beating the Holy Tree of Death at this moment.
Yue Gongli vaguely remembers the scene at that time:
God also held the hand of that unknown woman. He was the tallest among the crowd, and he stood out the most, a head or two taller than the others.
The accompanying interview was actually forcibly pulled over, and there was also a fortune teller who claimed to be a fortune teller, but actually only told people about their marriage prospects.
This gentleman was even more unknown than God at that time.
Only Yue Gongli knows how dirty this fortune teller who has been playing since childhood is.
He glanced at the fortune teller and asked the god: "Suppose you encounter an invincible illusory formation, and the ghost can't get out of it. Under such circumstances, how can you survive?"
God was still calm, and as a fledgling, his heart was as stable as a rock that had been weathered by thousands of years of wind and rain, and said:
"Just kill him."
Yue Gongli was naturally unwilling to give in and asked again and again: "What if that formation is rare in the world, or far higher than all the spiritual formations in the world?"
God also calmly replied:
"I am not trapped in this world, so what's the use of it?"
Having said this.
The fortune teller rolled his eyes to the sky.
The woman in Shen Yi's arms cuddled up tenderly, with only the stars of worship in her eyes.
Yue Gongli was very interested. He turned around and asked the fortune teller: "What do you think?"
"What do I think?" The fortune teller opened his mouth without even pinching his finger, "I wish them a long life!"
Later...
All of this is a prophecy.
After the battle between the Ten Lords, they both died and lived, and they all became famous.
God has also become the most powerful man.
Xiang Yaoyao became the happiest woman.
The arrogant and tough-tongued Dao Qiongcang achieved a magnificent transformation from nothing to something, and finally gained the recognition of his family. The price was that he was deprived of the right to research, and finally sat on the position he had longed for and hated the most.
He became a contradictory person, coquettish and weird, flamboyant and restrained.
Everyone shines in their own way.
"just me……"
Yue Gongli touched his chest and looked at the distant light flickering in the sky after the divine court was broken, with a lonely expression.
Only he, after it was revealed that he was pretending to be a Taoist of the Han Palace Emperor Realm, was personally captured by the real Taoist sister and taken back to the clan to be punished with a ruthless, cruel and ruthless punishment of whipping.
When you come out again.
Things are different and people are different.
He, Yue Gongli, became the red-robed Taoist Master respected by thousands of people.
Shen Yi is still the same, as he was a few decades ago - calm and arrogant.
"No!"
"It's changed a bit."
Yue Gongli quickly put away his emotion, looked heavily into the distance, and followed everyone's footsteps toward the front battlefield.
God has also become stronger.
Although he has won two seats among the ten seats, it does not mean that he can secure the throne of "number one in combat power".
Quite the opposite!
In public opinion, there are not only a few who are better than gods, but also a few.
Those ten people from the past who have not seen each other for decades have returned today, and God has been able to chase after the Holy Tree of Diying. What about the others?
When they each break away from their restrictions, is it possible that the Holy Spirit Continent is really about to be overthrown?
…
The divine court was gone, and it merged into the crowd in the direction of the battlefield. The surroundings were already very noisy:
"The Ancestral Tree! That's the Ancestral Tree!"
"I have seen the portrait of the clan, which is the Holy Tree of Diying. The reason why my Yuanping family, Cheng, was able to rise is because our ancestors once obtained the Dao Fruit from the ancestral tree!"
"Those who chased the ancestral tree..."
"So is God! At the gate of hell, God is called God!"
"Good guy, so fierce! Back then, I personally participated in the Battle of the Ten Seats, and I had a distant encounter with the god. He was far from being so fierce."
"Ah? A big shot who has participated in the Ten-Seater?"
"Haha, Yaoyao... At that time, he punched me away from the air. Speaking of which, I have touched the person on the throne..."
Boom boom boom!
The battlefield is still hot.
The God of Heaven also smashed the roots of the sacred tree of Diying with several pillars and crushed it into powder.
Half of the ancestral tree was destroyed, and the remaining tree crowns were almost running for their lives in a panic.
The six strongest tree branch tentacles on that half of the body no longer dared to look back and challenge the power of the overlord, turning into spider legs and crawling like a drowned dog.
The gods and gods are also chasing after him.
"Shenyi, so strong?"
Xu Xiaoshou became more and more surprised as he watched.
While he was shocked by the gold content of the Nine Saint Slaves, he was suddenly raised countless times by this man on his own.
On the other hand, I couldn’t help but start thinking:
"God's Love Battle..."
Yes, before I entered the ruins of God, a battle of ten thrones took place here.
I heard that the fight was so devastating that the winner could not be determined for several days.
In the end, he committed suicide out of love for the common people and drew an absurd ending.
The world may think that Ai Cangsheng has given up.
Xu Xiaoshou outside knew that God had no limiter, Aunt Xiang, and the lover of the common people had a drag bottle, Dao Xuanji.
So that battle was fruitless.
But to no avail, this is the biggest bad news!
Nowadays, among the Six Paths of Ancient Martial Arts, God has even opened up only one Heavenly Path, and with just one pillar of overlord, he can beat the ancestral tree, Di Ying Sacred Tree, into pieces.
How could he be worse than Ai Cangsheng, who had fought fiercely with him for several days?
At a certain moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt that it was not God who was drifting, but himself.
"How dare I break into the Holy Mountain and pretend to be in front of my beloved dog?"
In this way, when you go back, don't you really have to fight with the "perfect state" of the Ten Lovers?
Or should I withdraw?
But what should Old Man Sang do? Can’t he be saved?
In fact, it’s not impossible to not save him...
Ah, Li Fugui, I regret not listening to my advice!
When you were admonishing me, could you not be so tactful and be more direct? If you force me to enter the Ranming site, I won't have so many worries!
"Xu Xiaoshou."
While I was thinking wildly, a familiar voice came from my ears.
Cen Shui, Bai Yue and others suddenly looked back, Xu Xiaoshou also turned around suddenly, and the people scattered around also looked sideways.
But I saw an additional figure not far away.
He was wearing a white tattered prison uniform, dyed pitch black, and his exposed arms were withered and skinny, like two charcoal bars, and there was a faint flash of white fire in the cracked lines in the middle.
Not only his arms, but also his neck and feet were like this. His body exposed outside his clothes, except for his face, was like charcoal.
"sleeveless!"
"The Holy Slave is sleeveless!"
"Oh my god, he's here too, so isn't this place..."
Yue Gongli's eyes flickered for a moment, and his eyes swept over the person in front of him.
Sleeveless, Shenyi, Cenqiaofu, Water Ghost.
Outsiders may not be able to count gods, and they don't know much about water ghosts.
As a semi-insider, he has heard a lot of inside information from his sister over the years, so he naturally knows very well that everyone at the moment is the highest combat power configuration of the Saint Slave:
Holy slaves two, three, four and five in command!
Oh, now that person is the former second-in-command of the Holy Slave.
Now the second in command is Shou Ye, who is better than his master.
so……
"Five Holy Slaves!"
"If all five of them are killed here, Saint Nudun will lose half of his country, and the eight masters will return to thirty years ago overnight. It will be difficult to achieve anything!"
But soon, Yue Gongli frowned and disappeared into the crowd.
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.
What we should consider is actually not whether we can kill them here, but whether I will be killed by them together, right?!
…
"Sang Lao..."
When looking back, it seems that the roar of the battlefield has become quite distant at this moment.
Xu Xiaoshou felt that even the figures around him were fading away, and only that strange yet familiar figure became clearer and clearer in front of his eyes.
Sang Lao has changed!
He has completely changed!
It is completely different from the image seen in the Taixu world.
The simplest way he can describe it now is that the "sleeveless, red-scorched hands" have mutated into the "sleeveless, red-scorched body."
"How did you become such a ghost?"
Xu Xiaoshou grinned widely and rushed forward to grab the old man's arm to see what was going on.
Long time no see!
It’s been too long!
Counting it all together, after leaving the Taixu world twice, this was the first time I saw Old Man Sang since the battle in the Eight Palaces. It seemed like it had been a long time.
If the junior sister was here, she would be so excited that she would burst into tears.
Xu Xiaoshou felt fine.
Although it has been a long time, there is no exaggeration like three autumns every day, because it is full of calculations...
Mr. Sang has been out of contact for less than a year!
"One year!"
"I am already so strong!"
"And you, my master, how did you become like this? Is there something wrong with your cultivation? Haha, okay."
This was not what he meant. Xu Xiaoshou crossed the crowd and came to Sang Lao. The more he talked, the happier he became. He grabbed his clothes and started rubbing them:
"How did you keep your clothes?"
"Sleeveless·Red Burnt Body? No, it should be Sleeveless·Red Burnt Body. This material..."
Xu Xiaoshou quickly figured out that this was no ordinary prison uniform.
This thing has been specially refined and exudes the burnt smell of the elixir, and it also has the smell of the second-generation Toshen Nianlong's burning.
"Is this fake clothing?"
"No, this is a fake but real piece of clothing. Half of it is condensed from the energy of the Dragon Soul, which means..."
Xu Xiaoshou looked at this old man who was obviously shorter than him and could see his bald head, and asked with wide eyes:
"Are you running naked?"
After listening in silence, Mr. Sang looked at the young man in front of him. His big dark circles twitched twice, and the feeling of meeting him again after a long separation was gone.
he kept telling himself.
Tolerant……
There is no need to argue with a young boy. With so many people watching, it is not cost-effective, not decent, and even less dignified.
"I didn't want to be like this." Sang Lao shook his head slightly.
"What?" Xu Xiaoshou didn't quite hear the old man's murmur.
"Back off."
Sang Lao pointed his finger at the hedgehog's forehead and exerted force as if he wanted to kill this traitor.
Bang!
Ripples exploded in the void, and the earth collapsed. Xu Xiaoshou was knocked back several steps with a finger, showing a slight shock.
"you……"
The words haven't left my mouth yet.
Then I saw Mr. Sang lift his chin, curl up the corners of his lips, and raise one hand upward.
Buzz!
The bright light spiraled out from under his feet, covering everyone in the room. It spread thousands of miles, and the momentum was overwhelming.
Mysterious array diagram!
In an instant, everyone around was shocked.
"What? The secret of fire?"
"Saint Slave Wuxiu understands the secret of fire?"
"That's not right, he, he, he, he has no secrets. When he is on the throne, it is not the throne of secrets..."
"Did I remember it wrong? Who tampered with my memory? Saint Slave Wu Xiu is not the Mysterious Throne, but the Mysterious Taixu, right? The first Mysterious Spiritual Refiner was Yu Lingdi, wasn't he?"
"It's Yumo!"
"Is it Yan Wu Color?"
"Mr. Yan has no secret meaning. You are remembering it wrong, but Wuxiu has secret meaning. Why do you think he is the second in command of the Holy Slave?"
"Ah? Is that like this?"
Not to mention everyone around him, even the semi-saints were dumbfounded by this secret fire element.
Cen Qiaofu, Bai Zhou and Yue Gongli were all surprised.
The water ghost was also calmed down. He was the semi-saint of the profound secrets of Taixu. He knew better than anyone else that the current secrets of the fire element without sleeves were genuine.
but……
He knows better than anyone else!
The second-in-command of the Saint Slave has no sleeves. In the past, there really was no secret to the fire element!
Did he realize it after Taixu?
This understanding is too terrifying!
But soon...
Like the water ghost, everyone looked at Saint Slave Wuxiu, who stood with his feet on the secret formation diagram, hands behind his back, and his face was proud, and the corner of his lips could not be pressed down, and then looked at Master Shou.
For a moment, everyone had strange expressions.
Xu Xiaoshou's expression was also strange.
no.
It took a long time.
Are you pretending to be this in front of me?
…
"Cool!"
At this moment, I looked at the strange expressions of the people around me that were mixed with confusion and confusion, and with a mixture of confusion and admiration.
Mr. Sang admitted that he did it on purpose.
He just wants this moment of the most superficial pleasure!
After studying for so long and pondering for more than thirty years, he even did not hesitate to judge the "evil and crooked path" sought by the Holy Palace in the outside world - using the body of Taixu to prove the secret again!
My way has been accomplished!
This road leads to the sky!
What's wrong with pretending?
We meet again after a long separation. What’s wrong with me showing off in front of my apprentice?
I didn't want to be like this, you forced me to do it.
I originally thought of reminiscing about old times, greeting each other first, and showing a sense of friendship between master and disciple... then! I would suppress it first and then praise it! I will do this ruthlessly!
But that mouth of yours is so annoying!
In this case, I will show it directly!
Are you speechless now?
Have you been suppressed by me?
Aren't you a genius? Aren't you already famous in the five realms within half a year of your debut? Even the Eight Masters of "Three Breaths Innate, Three Years Sword Immortal" are full of praise?
Shouye?
hehe.
In front of the real master, you are nothing!
Young man, you must know that when the four sons of the Holy Palace became famous, you were not even born yet!
"Senior Fenqin..."
The intelligence officer following Old Man Sang couldn't stand it any longer, his face twitched and he wanted to say a few words of warning.
How can Mr. Sang take care of this?
At that moment, he raised his hand and said in a slightly arrogant and preaching tone in front of Xu Xiaoshou and everyone in the audience:
"Back then, as the special envoy of the Holy Palace, I went to Guizhe Holy Mountain. I met an old man who was a semi-saint and talked with him about some spiritual refinement."
"I believe that the great road has no rules, and the spiritual refiner is not bound by it. It inspires and affirms it."
"This leads to the conclusion that only those in the Throne realm can understand the secret. This is bullshit, and this is a misunderstanding of spiritual refining!"
Lifting his chin again and showing his nostrils, Mr. Sang's feet were lifted off the ground and he was floating slightly like Ye Xiaotian. He could not see the hesitant expression of Fenqin's old man behind him at all:
"No matter who is in the realm of Throne Dao, Zhan Dao, Taixu, or Semi-Saint, as long as their understanding is strong enough, anyone can understand the secret. This is the right solution!"
"And the secret formation diagram under my feet is actually not a secret formation diagram. I call it evolveable..."
"A road map?" Xu Xiaoshou suddenly said.
"That's right, it's the Great Dao Map!" Mr. Sang nodded with a smile, and was suddenly startled, "How did you know?"
Xu Xiaoshou was silent.
The whole place fell silent, followed by silence.
The water ghost pinched the hollow half of the golden beast's face, and suddenly wanted to complete it so that his face could be completely covered.
Sang Lao looked around and realized something was wrong.
Everyone's reaction was weird, but it was too calm. It was clearly not the reaction they should have after hearing such exciting news about soul refining.
Your "Heaven", your "Grass", Ni, I, why have I shut up, am I dumb?
They are all rough people, how can you pretend to be serious and civilized with me?
Is this the time to be silent?
Applause!
"Pa bang bang..."
Xu Xiaoshou clapped his hands, shook his head and walked forward with a sigh. He even bent down and touched the illusory mystical formation diagram of old man Sang who was flying very high.
"Sang Lao, you are so strong!" He clicked his tongue.
Sang Lao suddenly lowered the corners of his lips and flicked his sleeves, oh, there were no sleeves.
He slowly took out two fingers and tapped the void. He didn't know what he was hitting, but he said calmly:
"generally."
Xu Xiaoshou squatted on the ground and raised his head, his admiration became more intense:
"Etai Xu has realized the secret of fire. This is a role model for our generation. Don't be humble. You are hypocritical!"
you?
Is this the first time that you have received an honorific from this traitor?
Old Sang could no longer suppress his lips and grinned to his temples. He stretched out his hand and pushed the golden beast's face like a water ghost. Oh, no.
He then touched his nose and snorted:
"It's just a secret, it's nothing to worry about."
Xu Xiao stood up in confusion and said excitedly:
"Isn't this trivial? Why is it trivial? Break the shackles and realize the great road. Taixu once again proves the secret path. You are not a role model for our generation. What are you?"
Ha, it's a small thing.
Sang Lao calmed down.
He is a person who decides when enough is enough and plans to forget it.
It was just to suppress Xu Xiaoshou that he would be like this. Normally, he would not be so high-profile.
"correct."
Burning the harp and cooking the crane, how smart is the holy slave without sleeves?
Mr. Sang quickly remembered what was strange. He wanted to ask Xu Xiaoshou how he knew the words "Dao Tu".
But Xu Xiaoshou danced with joy and refused to stop talking:
"To realize the secret of fire in Taixu's body, this is a 'model for our generation'."
"So!"
He looked around and at everyone:
"If someone can understand the profound secrets of spiritual refining in the realm of Dao-cutting and master the Dao diagrams of various departments, what should they be called?"
Everyone was silent again.
Fenqin's old men retreated wisely.
The words have been pushed to this point by Master Shou. If they continue to talk nonsense, they will be dishonest, impolite, and tired of life.
Let them resolve matters between master and disciple.
Mr. Sang clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the fool who always had shocking words and sneered: "How is that possible?"
"If so?" Xu Xiaoshou looked over.
"Since you respect me as a 'model for our generation', if there is such a person as you say, I would like to call him a 'master of spiritual refining'!" Sang Lao shouted.
The words just fell.
Xu Xiaoshou raised his chin, put his hands behind his back, and floated in the air.
The black clothes and black hair fluttered in the wind, and layers of dazzling lights shone out from under his feet.
"boom!"
In the distance, the Overlord retreats from the ancestral tree again, but the roar is not as harsh as this one.
Buzz buzz buzz...
Again and again!
Really one after another!
Old Man Sang was numb and his pupils lost focus.
At this moment, the function of his eyes seemed to be only to reflect the path map of his traitor's feet that appeared, disappeared, and flashed without repeating again and again.
Life, swordsmanship, space...
Fire Formation Golden Time Body Spirit...
Understandable...
What I can’t understand…
The world was frozen at this moment, and the world lost its color because everything was taken away by the traitor.
Sang Lao is like a fish in the throat, like a light on the back, like a soul leaving the body.
It was as if he had been waiting for ten thousand years before Xu Xiaoshou's calm voice came, as if he was being attacked by someone from a superior position:
"Master of Spiritual Refining?"
"Okay, I admit it."
"And now, my disciple, it's time for you to call me master." ()