Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

On the outskirts of the capital, grass grows and orioles fly.

There were a lot of customers coming and going at the teahouse on the roadside. The Taoist nun, wearing long clothes and a green shirt, came riding a donkey, which attracted everyone's attention.

Even though he entered the Taoist gate and was accompanied by a green lantern, he could not cover up his noble and noble aura.

"Objective, what do you want?"

With quick eyes and quick hands, the waiter swept out a table and led the Taoist nun there.

"Waiter, I remember there was a big bluestone in this teahouse. Why is it gone?" The Taoist nun asked without ordering anything.

"Objective and easy to remember, that piece of bluestone was moved away ten years ago." The waiter looked at the Taoist nun with a strange expression.

More than 20 years ago, his grandfather was still managing this teahouse.

One day, a group of experts came and started fighting in this small tea room.

At that time, one man and one woman stood alone against dozens of masters.

It is said that clouds cover the sun and thunder and fire intersect.

The man sat there, protecting the woman. He just hooked his fingers and summoned a piece of bluestone from the mountain. It dropped like a mountain and killed the group of enemies, who were defeated and fled in embarrassment.

Later, the big bluestone was too much in the way and delayed business, so the waiter hired someone to move it away after taking over.

This is an old story, and not many people know about it anymore.

"Ten years, it's been ten years..." the Taoist nun's eyes dimmed and she murmured softly.

There was a look of reminiscence in her eyes, revealing infinite nostalgia.

"My guest... my guest..."

The waiter called twice.

"A pot of tea." The Taoist nun whispered, her expression returning to normal.

"Okay, a pot of tea."

The waiter shouted, turning around to greet him.

"Does it look good? Are you a monk?"

In the distance, the little black cat shook its tail, disturbing Zhou Dao's sight, staring with an unhappy look on his face.

Zhou Dao smiled and rubbed the little black cat's head.

"Don't talk nonsense... I just think the Taoist nun in front of me... is kind-hearted."

Zhou Dao thought for a while and didn't know how to describe this feeling. He just felt a sense of closeness that came out of nowhere.

"Whenever you see a beautiful woman, you feel kind." The little black cat warned.

The last time she saw Luo Qiqi next to Zhou Dao, she looked like this, sour.

Zhou Dao just smiled and said nothing.

Since the battle at Shuihuolingfu, his attitude towards the little black cat has become a bit interesting.

Rumble…

At this moment, the ground shook, and the stone fragments trembled and floated.

Not far away, a large motorcade came in force, with flags fluttering and clearly bearing the name of the Demon Control Division.

"Everyone waiting here, please move away."

The demon-slaying guard who opened the way shouted loudly, and the nine black feathers on his chest were particularly eye-catching.

The Ninth Transformation of the Refining Realm can only drive cars and horses in this convoy.

"Brother Dao, we are from the Demon Control Division." Wang Xiaoyi said softly.

"They all have unfamiliar faces, and the clothes are not from the capital." Zhou Dao glanced at them.

These black dragon colts on the crotch of the demon-slaying guards are the unique breed of the southern [Huangze Mountain]. It is said that they have demon blood and are not looked down upon by ordinary monsters.

As for the white tiger swords equipped on their waists, they were not the ordinary demon-slaying guards' white tiger swords.

In addition, each of these demon-slaying guards also carries a sword on their back. They are as green as autumn and are genuine third-grade magic weapons.

With such sophisticated equipment, even the Demon Control Department in the capital can be considered an elite.

Cars and horses came in large numbers, and the merchants who were so frightened that they stopped quickly got up and started on their way.

In the blink of an eye, the originally bustling teahouse seemed deserted, with only a few people still lingering.

In the corner, Taoist Aunt Qingsha was drinking tea, seemingly indifferent to everything outside.

"Take a break."

The carriages and horses stopped, and a group of demon-slaying guards got down one after another and took out dry food from their bags.

Once you have reached this level of cultivation, you can actually live without grains.

Eating too many ordinary grains, meats, and omnivorous foods will dilute the essence and be unhelpful for spiritual practice.

However, the dry food brought by this group of demon-slaying guards was extraordinary.

"Brother Dao, that's golden rice." Wang Xiaoyi's eyes lit up.

The dry food that the demon-slaying guards took out from their bags turned out to be a ball of golden cooked rice. The grains were plump and three inches long. The whole body glowed like gold and exuded bursts of red fragrance.

"Taoist rice, golden rice!?" Zhou Dao narrowed his eyes slightly.

Taoist rice is a heterogeneous rice bred by Taoist secret methods. It absorbs the light of the sun and the moon, breathes in the energy of mountains and rivers, and breeds the changes of yin and yang. It strengthens spiritual power on the outside, nourishes blood and energy on the inside, returns to the origin, and enhances potential.

This is the food that cultivators dream of. If you take it day and night and practice mystical skills, you can become immortals and ascend to heaven.

Back then, Zhou Dao made a sacrifice in Pingan Town and was lucky enough to obtain a kind of [Daomi] called Lingya Rice.

However, compared with Golden Rice, it pales into insignificance.

There are records about golden rice in the "Monster Control Division Work Manual".

In ancient times, Taoist priests went to the mountains to make furnaces, collected 361 kinds of mountain essences and secret medicines, opened the furnaces with thunder and fire, and tempered them with spiritual talismans.

This is golden rice.

It is said that to grow this kind of spiritual rice, the gold needs to be submerged into powder and the fertile fields can be irrigated. The water source must also be underground river water collected from the bottom of the abyss.

A grain of rice is worth more than gold.

When mortals eat it, the copper skin and iron bones can transform into blood and energy, and they can step into the path of cultivation.

"What a luxury."

Zhou Dao glanced at them and saw that there were two to three hundred people in this group of demon-slaying guards, and everyone ate golden rice.

In the capital, there are about three thousand elite people at the headquarters of the Monster Control Division.

The so-called elites here are masters who have entered the Nine Transformations of the Refining Realm, and have penetrated the nine major acupoints.

Even they cannot eat golden rice every meal.

Only [Qianlongyuan], where Shizhu disciple Rong Tao is located, can supply resources of this level.

Like Jiang Yuan's [Genius Training Camp], only those who rank among the top 20 in the monthly assessment will receive such treatment.

Just refining the realm, eating golden rice, riding a black dragon colt, and carrying a third-grade magic weapon. Such equipment is too luxurious.

"Brother Dao, where did they come from?" Wang Xiaoyi also saw that something was wrong.

"I don't know." Zhou Dao shook his head: "Anyway, he's not from the capital."

"Welcome to you, Young Commander."

At this moment, more than two hundred demon-slaying guards greeted him in unison, and their voices shook the mountains and fields.

In an instant, a red light flew out from the front carriage and slowly landed on the ground. It turned out to be a red silk blanket.

Immediately afterwards, colorful petals fell from the sky, fallen flowers were in full bloom, and flowers rained continuously.

After such a battle, a young man slowly walked out of the carriage, stepped on the red carpet, bathed in the rain of flowers, and walked to the tea house under the protection of everyone.

"This is too..." Wang Xiaoyi's eyes widened and he couldn't help but gasp.

As soon as the young man entered the teahouse, someone covered the stools with velvet brocade, the cups, saucers, and teapots were all replaced with gilt silver, and even the chopsticks were made of South China Sea whale teeth.

"Young Siwei!?"

Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed. There seemed to be no such official position in the official hierarchy of the Demon Control Division.

"Brother, wait for me."

On the carriage, a girl followed out. She floated into the air and flew to the boy's side.

"Real realm!?" Wang Xiaoyi looked slightly condensed.

The girl looked younger than him, but she had already entered the real realm! ?

"Senior brother, why hasn't the place been cleared?"

Lin Xuejian glanced at the Taoist nun not far away, and then glanced in Zhou Dao's direction.

"Forget it, this is the capital, there's no need to be too ostentatious."

Ming Zhao's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, revealing the taste of gratitude.

"Senior brother, I heard from the boss that if you come to Beijing this time, you can meet the new King Yuan." Lin Xuejian suddenly became excited.

"The King Yuan's Dharma Conference is only held once in thirty-three years. It is said to be a gathering of geniuses and evildoers. It's a pity that I didn't have time to attend."

Lin Xue couldn't hide her disappointment when she saw her pretty face. Although she had grown up in the south, she had also heard of the great reputation of King Yuan's Dharma Assembly.

Especially the legends of the Yuan Kings in the past dynasties, she had heard a lot and yearned for them.

However, the rules in the department are very strict and it is impossible to let her out to participate in the Yuanwang Dharma Assembly.

"Prince Yuan's Dharma Assembly? I'm afraid that due to his great reputation, he no longer has a real name." A faint smile appeared on Ming Zhao's face.

As soon as he finished speaking, in the distance, the tea bowl that Taoist Aunt Qingsha had just picked up paused for a moment.

"Senior brother, how do you say this?" Lin Xue asked, seeing something unclear.

"I heard that the previous King Yuan was besieged and killed by the Chiling Palace when the sun was at its peak. He died like a bereaved dog, and his name as King Yuan was in vain. It's really ridiculous."

"As for this generation of Yuan Wang, he is called a disciple of Jianzhu, but in fact he is just a coward who hides his head and hides his tail. He only dares to hide behind his master."

Speaking of this, Ming Zhao sneered: "This King Yuan Dharma Assembly doesn't even have a real state. It's just a game between some children."

"It is in keeping with the old saying that if there are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys will rule the roost."

Listening to the words, Lin Xue couldn't help but nodded.

"Prince Yuan's Dharma Assembly...is indeed inferior to the previous generation." Ming Zhao sneered.

This time when he came to the capital, he wanted to meet the so-called disciples of Jianzhu, the newly promoted Yuan Wang, and let the world know the caliber of this generation of Yuan Wang.

"Brother Dao, this guy is too crazy." Wang Xiaoyi couldn't listen anymore.

Zhou Dao's face gradually darkened. This person not only arranged for him, but also mentioned the previous generation King Yuan.

That was his biological father.

"Kid, what did you just say?"

At this moment, a scornful voice slowly sounded outside the mountains and fields, with a cold meaning.

Everyone chuckled and looked up subconsciously.

In the corner, the Taoist nun with a pure face slowly put down the tea bowl in her hand, with a frosty look in her beautiful eyes.

"Are you talking to me?" Ming Zhao glanced at him and sneered.

"Taoist nun, where do you practice? Do you dare to control me..."

Rumble…

Before Ming Zhao finished speaking, a terrifying aura soared into the sky from the Taoist nun's body.

In an instant, the ground trembled and the mountains shook, and lightning gathered in the sky, like a dragon swooping down and piercing the sky.

The terrible pressure directly sent Ming Zhao flying and slammed into the rock wall.

The change happened so quickly that everyone's expressions changed.

Seeing that her face was pale, Lin Xue was about to move, but was suppressed by the terrifying aura and couldn't move.

More than two hundred demon-slaying guards were silent, their armors were cracking, and their swords behind them were humming, as if they were feared like never before, and they could hardly control themselves.

"Fuck..."

Zhou Dao and Wang Xiaoyi looked at each other and their expressions changed.

None of them thought that the beautiful Taoist nun in front of them turned out to be a hidden master. Walking in the mountains, she suddenly became violent and overbearing without limit.

"you dare……"

Ming Zhao's angry voice came from the chaotic smoke. He took a step forward and his face became extremely ferocious.

The powerful true energy suddenly rises from Mingzhao's heavenly spirit, like spiritual incense burning, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth becomes violent.

"Half step to achieve the goal? How dare you talk about King Yuan with this little Taoism?" The Taoist nun said coldly.

The thunder and lightning in the sky broke through the air like a chain, the void trembled, and the incense energy above the heavenly spirit was gently pulled, and then suddenly shattered.

Mingzhao let out a scream, like a sick tiger with its claws chopped off, lowering its head sadly.

Rumble…

The chain-like thunder and lightning lashed out again, sending Ming Zhao directly into the mountain and smashing into the rock wall.

The next moment, thunder and lightning danced wildly, like a giant python, holding a bloody figure in its mouth, hanging in mid-air.

There was deathly silence in the mountains and wilderness.

Everyone looked at each other, no one could believe that they could meet such a master in such a remote place.

In front of this Taoist nun, Ming Zhao, who was halfway to becoming a gang leader, was as weak as a chicken or a dog. Despite his immense strength, he was still vulnerable to a single blow.

"Kid, weren't you very eloquent just now? Why didn't you stop talking?" the Taoist nun shouted coldly.

Her eyes were like swords, staring at Ming Zhao as if looking at a dead dog.

"Who do you think you are? Are you qualified to talk about King Yuan? When he became famous, you were just a pile of filth. You blinded your dog eyes, flashed your tongue, and came here to embarrass yourself."

The Taoist nun was really angry. As a monk, she got angry for no reason, and there was no door in her mouth.

Originally, with her status and cultivation, she would never get angry with a junior.

However, Ming Zhao didn't know whether he didn't read the almanac when he went out, but he wanted to die on his own. He said something bad and made false remarks about King Yuan, which was against the Taoist nun's rule.

Is this okay with him?

"Senior...Senior, calm down..."

Lin Xue saw the trembling figure and wanted to step forward to plead for mercy.

"shut up."

There was no wind around the Taoist nun, and Lin Xue heard a scream, her delicate body flew out, and then landed heavily on the ground.

She covered her red and swollen face, her eyes were shining brightly, full of grievances, and almost half of the energy in her body was dispersed.

"I'm teaching him a lesson, how can you interrupt!?"

The Taoist nun gave her a cold look. Such a powerful aura silenced everyone, and they didn't even dare to make a sound.

Even Zhou Dao had a strange look on his face and stopped trying to challenge Ming Zhao.

He glanced sideways at Ming Zhao, and the raging thunder was like an electric snake passing through the nine acupoints in his body, locking his spine, and all the energy in his body was melted.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Dao couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eyes.

To be honest, this attack was really cruel. Just one sentence almost cost him his life.

In another half moment, this boy's life will probably be decided here.

"Let you see again." The little black cat shook its tail and teased Zhou Dao.

"Do not talk!!!"

Zhou Dao hugged the little black cat tightly and blocked its mouth.

"Why don't you speak? Weren't you very good at speaking just now? Are you talking about King Yuan? You are not qualified to be a dog for him." The Taoist nun shouted sternly.

Zhou Dao was in a daze, and he couldn't help but touch his face.

King Yuan's audience is so wide that even such a master has become his fan. This is something he did not expect.

At this moment, Zhou Dao really wanted to reveal his identity.

He was thinking a lot in his heart, and as soon as the thought came up, he suddenly felt something. When he raised his head, he saw the Taoist nun looking over, her sharp eyes falling on him.