The Great Tao Chronicle

Wanlong Peak is more than half of the cliff.

An Qisheng pressed his palm on the steep stone wall, hung it in the air, looked down, and saw a small platform in a place where vines were intertwined.

This stone platform is only less than one foot, hidden under the vines, with three hundred chapters of cliffs on the top and nearly a thousand feet below the cliffs, it can be called a Jedi.

At this time, on the stone platform, a small child curled up between the vines, tied himself with the vines, and slept in the air above the Jedi.

The child looked about seven or eight years old, with a sallow face, fluffy hair, chapped lips like cracked earth, and tattered clothes could not hide his injuries.

"This kid is very lucky"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, thinking deeply.

He survived alone in this disaster, fell off a cliff and was able to grab the life-saving vines, and survived by eating the vines for five days, which actually made him suffer until he came.

Needless to say, this extremely strong desire to survive, this luck alone is already good and earth-shattering.

He didn't need to look at the air, he knew how deep the child's luck was.

Even An Qisheng could think that if he didn't arrive, it wouldn't be long before someone would find him and save him.

Huhu~

On the cliff, An Qisheng fell a few times, and he was not far from the stone platform.

"water"

The child groaned and woke up from his stupor.

Sun En woke up in a trance, his blurred vision gradually became clear, and he saw under the sloping sunlight, on the cliff above ten feet, an immortal old man with a white robe fluttering like a heavenly man. The Taoist priest was looking at himself curiously.

In those deep eyes, it seems to contain the sea, the starry sky, the depths, and the vastness that seems to have no boundaries.

"help me"

The boy struggled with the deep scarred palms, and it was faintly visible that the nails of his five fingers had fallen off, and the bones of his fingertips were flattened.

An Qisheng slid down, already holding the scarred palm.

The boy only felt his body light up and was already in his arms.

An Qisheng hugged the boy and tapped his palm a few times on the cliff.

It was like a free fall, falling from a cliff at a very fast speed.

On the official road where the dust was raised, a carriage was driving slowly.

huh~

A black figure turned over from a distance and gently landed on the side of the carriage, saying respectfully:

"Holy Son, that Yun Haitian has returned to the chivalrous door from Wanlong Peak."

"Ok."

Feng Qingxuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the carriage, slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of laziness in his expression:

"What's the state of that Xia Wangye?"

The swordsman in black bowed slightly:

"That Yun Haitian didn't touch the ground between his feet, and in an instant he was more than a hundred feet tall, moving with the wind and thunder, and his breath was full of energy, like an angry liger, and his subordinates dared not approach."

"Master once commented on Yun Haitian, saying that he is the strongest energy channel in the contemporary era for thousands of years. In essence, if it hadn't been for Chi Lian Dharma King to hurt his soul, he would have already achieved the divine channel. You're right if you don't approach."

Feng Qingxuan didn't care:

"You go on your own, the journey of chivalrous door, I should go alone."

"Yes!"

Hearing the words, the swordsman in black didn't hesitate for a while, and he didn't move, and he disappeared on the side of the official road.

Only the unmanned carriage moved slowly towards the chivalrous gate dozens of miles away.

"Yun Haitian, I hope you are worthy of Master's comment and give me a surprise"

Feng Qingxuan muttered to himself slightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

The carriage drove slowly until the sun was in the middle of the sky, Feng Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and let out an inexplicable chuckle:

"Hehe~"

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The breeze blew, the horses let out a long neigh, and the curtains swayed.

Vaguely visible, at the corner of the straight official road, a group of monks stood quietly, stepping on cloth shoes and wearing monk robes, and the breeze lifted the monk robes, revealing their incomparably strong bodies.

The great monks were lined up in front of them. Although they were taciturn, they seemed to be standing in front of a mountain. They were more than a hundred meters away, but these few high-class Jiaojiao horses did not dare to move forward.

It seems that they feel extremely dangerous, and it seems that the air in front of them has become a substance, making them unable to move forward.

"The Buddha said that all four are empty, but you all seem to have come with murderous intentions."

In the lifted car curtain, Feng Qingxuan's eyes were light, and there was a trace of boredom on his face:

"Sure enough, the words of the bald donkey can't be trusted at all!"

"Amitabha."

A group of great monks recited the Buddha's name, like the ringing of a bronze bell, and the sound of Zen echoed on the long official road.

"People who follow the way of demons are demons, and people who follow the way of Buddhism are Buddhas. Regardless of Buddhas and demons, people are still people in the end. If they are people, they will have love and hatred. We have many thoughts, and if we want to come here in this life, we will not be able to become Buddhas."

The only old monk among the great monks folded his hands in front of him, his majestic true energy looming:

"If it is for the sake of subduing demons, I cannot become a Buddha in my body."

"Hahaha!"

In the carriage, Feng Qingxuan laughed loudly:

"Conquering the devil? Old bald donkey, is it just you?"

"The donor's martial arts are at their peak, and the old monk may not be an opponent"

Sande looked calm and responded lightly:

"The general trend is here, but it can be stopped. You can't beat Mr. Yun!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Feng Qingxuan's face was indifferent, and his eyes were extremely cold:

"Old bald donkey, in order to break my general situation, you have to fight for your seven lives?"

Sande is the same generation as the contemporary abbot Sankong of Huangjue Temple. He has been a master of Da Zhoutian for decades. The six big monks beside him, although they are only small Zhoutians, communicate with each other faintly. , apparently proficient in some kind of combined attack.

Although the seven people joined forces, he was not afraid, but in the first battle, he did not dare to say that it would inevitably prosper, and once blocked, the general trend accumulated over the months would fall back.

"Thanks to Mr. Yun's trust, how can I let the old man face it alone?"

Sande said lightly, with a calm expression.

"Amitabha!"

Immediately, in the high chanting of the Buddha's name, the seven people stepped in unison, making a thunderous explosion and the sound of the copper bell vibrating:

"Life is here, can you come and take it?!"

Boom!

Amid the frightened neighs of several Jiao horses, the iron-framed carriage was shattered by the invisible infuriating shock.

On the long official road, a turbulent air flow suddenly rose, and heavy smoke and dust were like a dragon.

Huhu~

In the turbulent airflow.

Feng Qingxuan raised his big cloak, and his slender five fingers were already gripping the pitch-black long sword.

boom!

The next moment, the ground cracked, and the surging True Qi rolled around.

Feng Qingxuan steps,

bow,

Draw the knife!

Zheng~

In the sound of dragon knives, a dazzling blade light like a big sun rises up into the sky like a training.

With the whistling, the air flow of hundreds of feet was cut open, and it came to the end of the official road:

"Old man, you are courting death!!!"

The sun was high, the sun was hot, and it was extremely hot in July.

In front of the main hall of Chivalry Gate, the sun shines straight on, but it is crowded with people.

Bai Xian'er stood on the bank of the rockery not far away, watching from a distance.

Yun Haitian stands in front of the main hall, his body is as tall and straight as a gun, even with his long gray hair, his aura is as prominent as the scorching sun among the stars, making it impossible to ignore.

A few meters in front of him, dozens of people stood opposite him.

Among those people, there are old and young, male and female, and the leading ones are about 10 to 30 Confucian scholars.

Between the two teams, many people cried and complained.

Yun Dongliu stood beside Yun Haitian with an extremely ugly face, but he recognized the more than 20 people present, all of whom had received the kindness of the chivalrous family.

"Master Xia, Lord Xia!"

In front of the faded red coffin, an old woman threw herself on the ground and burst into tears: "It's so hard for you to deceive the old lady, it's so hard! My poor son, he only lived eighteen!"

"Master Xia, if you want the old woman's life, just take it away. Why, it's my son who died!"

The old woman coughed up blood and shouted fiercely, and all the martial arts practitioners frowned as they listened to the ghost-like voice.

There were seven or eight people around, who also knelt on the ground, crying again and again, accusing the chivalrous sect of all kinds of inhumane things.

Let a group of martial arts people be suspicious, and it is not easy to interrupt.

"Old woman!"

Some martial arts practitioners couldn't stand the cries, so they could not help interrupting loudly: "You said that Lord Xia killed your son? It's just nonsense!"

"That's right! Who is Lord Xia? How could he kill your son for no reason?"

"Could it be that your son has done something unjustifiable?"

"And you guys, what evidence is there for saying that the chivalrous door has done so many evil things?"

Other martial artists also shouted.

"God is pitiful, my son didn't even dare to kill a chicken in his life, how could he do something evil?"

The old woman caressed the coffin with trembling hands, and looked at Yun Haitian with her red eyes:

"Master Xia, my son died at the hands of your disciple, right or not?"

"Aunt Huang."

Yun Dongliu's face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't bear it any longer.

He took two steps forward and looked at the old woman: "Aunt Huang, my brother killed your son, and my teacher killed him in front of the door. You have seen the body before, right?"

His aura was strong, and when he said a word, the old woman trembled.

Yun Dongliu ignored the old woman and looked at a middle-aged man in his forties with only one arm and one leg:

"Jin Xiangrong! Sixteen years ago, the lone robber Zuo Xingjian raped and murdered your wife and daughter, and killed your parents and children, but my teacher traveled 7,000 miles and tracked him for three days and nights to avenge you?"

Yun Dongliu's chest rose and fell, and he looked at the other people who were crying one after another:

"Li Asheng! Your brother's family died at the hands of the thief Ji Gaoyuan. Who avenged you and retrieved your Li family heirloom?"

"Nan Erniu! Your son was kidnapped by a bandit, but you begged me to go to my chivalrous door? I lied in ambush for four days and four nights, killed 126 bandits, 16 knives in my body, and saved your son for you. , is there a lie?"

"Ye Peng! Seventeen years ago, your family was killed. It was my teacher who traveled eight thousand miles to avenge you."

"Li San! That Liu Sandao defiled Wang Xiaoniang, killed Wang Yunbao's family, and sold that Wang Xiaoniang into a brothel. Is it wrong for me to kill her?"

"Zhao Da! Your family slaves and your concubine took away your property and cut you thirteen times. Fortunately, my teacher passed by, healed your wounds, and took home property for you. Do I owe you half a cent?"

Yun Dongliu was so angry that he took seven steps in a row, and clicked all the pieces one by one.

Let those people all blushing and speechless.

A group of martial arts practitioners were even more amazed, and they scolded those people with a heartless heart.

"The tongue is really good!"

The middle-aged scribe suddenly let out a sneer.

"Qi Changping! My teacher ran for thousands of miles seventeen years ago to avenge the annihilation of his family. What is the reason for you to bring people here to slander my teacher today?"

Yun Dongliu glared angrily.

The enemy is coming, if these people disturb his teacher's state of mind, it is very likely that his teacher will be directly defeated.

This is something he can't bear.

"Yes?"

Qi Changping's face sank, and he looked directly at Yun Haitian, who was silent: "Old man, my Qi family has three hundred and forty-six people, but you killed it?!"

The martial arts people around were jumping in their hearts and looked at the chivalrous people in disbelief.

"Blood spurts!"

Yun Dongliu and the disciples of the chivalrous sect were all extremely angry, full of rage, and could not wait to take action immediately.

"stop!"

Yun Haitian, who had been silent for a while, waved his hand, suppressing the commotion in the audience.

He looked around, his eyes swept over everyone one by one, and dozens of 'bitter masters' did not dare to look directly into his eyes, and lowered their heads one after another.

Only Qi Chang looked straight at him, his face full of anger.

"Since you dare to come, since you dare to speak, then there must be evidence"

Yunhaitian stands under the hot sun, neither happy nor angry:

"Bring it to the old man to see!"

His voice was strong and masculine, as hot as the downcast sunlight.

"I"

A trace of struggle appeared on Qi Changping's face, but it disappeared in an instant, and he reached out and pulled out a man-like figure from behind him:

"This is the servant of my family. During the fire that night, he hid in the cesspool and was lucky enough to escape the murder!"

puff~

The man knelt down to the ground and kowtowed to the surrounding martial arts people, his face burned like a ghost was grim:

"Yes, it's Yun, Yun Haitian, who killed everyone in the Qi family, it's him, it's him! No, don't kill me!"

He turned around, and when he saw Yun Haitian, he suddenly screamed, and he fell to the ground like crazy, and he was hit and killed!

boom!

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Hundreds of heroes in front of the hall boiled.

Different from these ordinary people, in their opinion, it may not matter if these things are really done by the chivalrous sect, but the Qi family had a great reputation back then, and there were many people who received their favor.

If his family was really killed by the chivalrous family, it would be an earth-shattering event.

"Just like that?"

Yun Haitian suddenly smiled, as if he was very happy.

"Why are you laughing?"

Qi Changping couldn't help shouting angrily: "Old thief, you have made a name for yourself all your life, and you have to pretend to be virtuous and righteous when you kill my whole family. You are really the number one villain in the world!"

"Bastard!"

Yun Dongliu was furious and was about to step forward.

Unexpectedly, his shoulders sank, but when he looked back, it was Yun Haitian.

Yun Haitian shook his head slightly, and then said lightly:

"Sixty years ago, from the day my energy was fully accomplished, anyone I wanted to kill, even if they were hiding in the Six Prison Demon Sect, would kill them if they wanted to."

His voice was calm, but the ideas contained in it had been consistently implemented over the past sixty years.

Even Qi Changping, who hated him so much, was silent when he heard this.

Because it's a fact.

"I want to kill someone, who can live here? Who can escape?"

Yun Haitian looked around, his tone was flat with a trace of indescribable emotion:

"Everyone, what do you think?"

There was silence.

Many people in the martial arts are speechless.

"Brother Yun's words are far-fetched."

That one, a question suddenly came from behind Yun Haitian.

Han Feng walked out with an expressionless face:

"There is no impermeable wall in the world. If it's like what my brother said, how did you find out when the Demon Sect killed Lin Wanwan's family?"

"Cold Peak"

Yun Haitian's complexion finally changed.

In his life, he has made countless enemies and only two or three friends. Hanfeng is already one of the few.

He suddenly shook his head and sighed:

"So, you don't believe me either"

With a long sigh, everyone under the scorching sun couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

This trace of coolness is not strong, but it seems to rise from the bottom of my heart.

The cold makes people's hearts sour, and the cold makes people want to cry.

"Such a powerful 'God'"

Under the shadows in the distance, under a red veil, a look of surprise appeared on Wushuang's face.

A few dozen feet away, a trace of sadness rose in her heart.

She knew that this was not her own perception, but that Yun Haitian's 'god' was extremely tyrannical, and her unintentional mood changes affected all the martial arts people present, and even many masters with great energy!

Such a powerful 'God', Wushuang never thought that he would be able to realize it in a person who has not yet developed his divine veins.

But at the same time, she was also slightly relieved.

Although this Yun Haitian is arrogant and unparalleled, the wounds left by the former Chi Lian Dharma King are still there, and the spirit is not harmonious. At this time, there are still fluctuations.

It was like a cloud suddenly appeared in the cloudless sky.

Although it is trivial, it is the difference between perfection and imperfection, and the gap is unreasonable.

"I still have witnesses!"

Qi Changping gritted his teeth and suddenly pointed to a thin figure in the chivalrous door.

"good!"

Under everyone's eyes, the thin man raised his head and replied expressionlessly:

"The murder case seventeen years ago was indeed done by my teacher. At that time, I was on the side."

"Yun Dongfeng!"

"Seventh Senior Brother!"

"you!"

The crowd around was in an uproar.

A group of chivalrous disciples were even more stunned, unable to believe their own eyes.

"It's him, it's him who killed my son!"

"He killed my senior brother!"

"It's him! He raped my daughter!"

Yun Dongfeng raised his head, and the previously silent 'Bitter Masters' suddenly shouted, as if they had finally seen their enemies.

Roaring one by one, wanting to choose someone to devour.

"Brother Yun, I didn't expect you to be such a person!"

"Famous and fishing fame is here! It's a shame, it's ridiculous!"

"I, Yan Cang, a great man, how can I be in the company of someone like you!"

At this time, the masters of Qi pulse finally spoke and left.

In an instant, Yun Haitian's side was almost empty except for his disciples.

"Brother Yun, this is the last time I call you."

Han Feng sighed and walked to the opposite side.

For a time, thousands of people pointed, everyone scolded, and the surging killing intent was ten times more violent than the previous respect, making all the chivalrous disciples pale and despair in their hearts.

Under the turbulent crowd, only Yun Haitian remained calm, and his body was still straight, without any change.

"Brother Yun, there must be a secret in this matter. I, Nangong Qing, have been with you for many years, and I definitely don't believe in people like you."

Nangong Qing gritted his teeth and looked at Yun Haitian.

"It's rare that Brother Nangong still believes in me."

Yun Haitian shook his head at him, then looked at Qi Changping:

"Finished?"

"finished"

Qi Changping nodded unconsciously, in his opinion, Yun Haitian was doomed.

"Yun's life is worthy of the world, worthy of all living beings, worthy of no heart, but he doesn't want to, it's so ridiculous."

After looking around the crowd for the third time, Yun Haitian let out a long sigh:

"But what makes you think that I have lived to be ninety years old, and I can't even teach my disciples well?"

"Ok?"

In the shadows in the distance, Wushuang's complexion changed.

Sure enough, seeing that Yun Dongfeng suddenly let out a loud laugh, he knelt down and buckled his head three times towards Yun Haitian, then raised his head and looked at Qi Changping sarcastically:

"Although there is a lot of gold and silver, beautiful women are good, martial arts are exquisite, and medicinal herbs are tempting, how can they compare to my teacher's teachings?"

"You! You are!"

Qi Changping's expression changed suddenly, and when he turned around, he was about to rise into the air.

But he only felt that the invisible energy was suppressed like a mountain, and he was suppressed to the ground.

boom!

Amid the changes in the faces of the surrounding martial arts people like a big dye shop, Yun Haitian suddenly stepped on his feet, and the invisible air roared up, like a boundless sea, roaring vertically and horizontally!

In an instant, thousands of martial arts practitioners were pushed several feet away by one of them.

Then he let out a long whistle, raised his long arm, and pushed away with a palm.

Boom!

The land of the heroic chivalrous righteousness shook the mountains, many rockeries were dumped one after another, and earth and stones were splashed.

I saw an inconceivable, powerful and inconceivable True Qi that seemed to be the real thing, making a sound like a stormy sea at the moment when he pushed out his palm.

It is like a falling river, like a boundless ocean!

In just an instant, the tens of meters of sky has been smashed into a vacuum by the surging infuriating energy, and the violent air pressure penetrated through dozens of meters at once, knocking a house off the ground and shattering it into smoke and dust.

"Humph!"

In the shadows and dust, Wushuang let out a groan, and the whole person flew out.

It was just a palm, and it was so shocking.

All the people in the martial arts turned pale, and Bai Xian'er, who was hiding in the crowd, was extremely pale.

"Such a power, shocking the world!"

The red clothes swept through the air and climbed to the towering flagpole in front of the chivalrous gate, hunting in clothes:

"Master Xia, as expected of Lord Xia!"

Wu Wu's eyes were full of brilliance, and he was amazed by the power of Yun Haitian's palm.

But she knew that today's time was not a failure after all, and Yun Haitian's mood at this time was definitely not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

"The White Lotus Heart Sutra turned out to be the disciple of the old bustard, no wonder it is so sinister!"

With a palm strike, Yun Haitian robes hunted, his face condensed.

But it didn't continue.

Just because an extremely sharp aura has risen into the sky in the distance.

The blade intent was extremely sharp, soaring into the sky, almost piercing the sky, disturbing the clouds.

"Women, it's hard to be a master!"

Thousands of feet away, Feng Qingxuan's voice seemed to pierce the void, clearly echoing throughout the chivalrous door.

While the voice was falling, his figure had already entered from a distance and came to the door of chivalry.

These words were said to Wushuang above the flagpole.

"Yun Haitian! You really never let me down!"

Even though they were separated by many houses, Feng Qingxuan seemed to be standing opposite Yun Haitian, making a faint voice.

"What made you a climate?"

Yun Haitian's big sleeves fluttered, and his eyes were condensed:

"Then kill them all together, and make the old devil suffer!"

"Old guy, you think too much!"

Feng Qingxuan smiled lightly, but his eyes as cold as a blade looked at Wushuang:

"After today, you will be the plaything under the crotch of this saint."

"Feng Qingxuan! Do you think that's all there is to it?"

Hearing these words, unexpectedly, Wushuang was not angry, and a faint smile appeared on the flawless jade face behind the veil:

"Have you forgotten that what I'm best at is Soul Repelling?"

"what?"

Feng Qingxuan was shocked, and secretly screamed badly.

Sure enough, at the moment Wushuang's voice fell, thousands of voices breaking through the air suddenly came from the chivalrous door!

"Red practice qi breaking needle!"

Feng Qingxuan's face suddenly turned gloomy.

When the Qi pulses are completed, the network of Qi pulses spreads all over the body, forming a layer of infuriating network that defends themselves all the time.

This layer of qi network runs through the muscles, bones and skin, and is tough beyond imagination.

If it weren't for the extreme sharpness, or the absolute crushing power, the mediocre means would not be able to hurt the master of Qi pulse at all.

There are only a few hidden weapons that can kill Qi pulses. The imperial court's pulse-breaking needle and the Chi-trained Qi-breaking needle of the Six Prison Demon Sect are such hidden weapons.

"Yundongliu!!!"

Sure enough, there was a roar that could not be concealed by the shrill screams in the chivalrous door.

"how is this possible!"

The eyes of many chivalrous disciples in the hall were split, unbelievable.

The last one who picked up and activated the hidden weapon turned out to be Yun Dongliu who followed Yun Haitian from beginning to end!

"Dongliu!"

Yun Haitian, whose face was completely red, slapped down with a palm, surging with true energy, and he was about to slap Yun Dongliu to death.

But at the last moment, his infuriating qi suddenly stopped, and he punched Yun Dongliu more than ten feet into the air with a heavy palm, and a few tumbled and flew out of the chivalrous gate!

Heavy fall into the dust.

"puff!"

Immediately, Yun Haitian's majestic body shook and spewed out a mouthful of black blood that was hot like magma.

"teacher!"

"King of Heroes!"

"Brother Yun!"

All around the martial arts people flocked.

Nangong Qing and others showed pained expressions:

"Brother Yun, you, why are you?"

"Cough cough!"

With a wave of his hand, Yun Haitian swayed the crowd away and walked towards the door of chivalry:

"The visitor is a guest, if he dies, he will die in my queen!"

Even if the distance is extremely close, even if he is caught off guard, with his means, it is enough to avoid the red training qi breaking needle.

But if he avoids, under that wave of hidden weapons, seven or eight out of ten people in the martial arts here will surely die.

This is the chivalrous gate.

He is Yun Haitian.

It was his apprentice who sent the hidden weapon.

How does he hide?

How can you hide?

"Unparalleled!!!"

On the wide open space in front of the Chivalry Gate, Feng Qingxuan Yangtian roared and was about to draw his sword.

But when Wushuang spoke, he had already retreated more than a hundred feet away, leaving only a chuckle:

"Yun Haitian hasn't died yet, and his dying struggle may not be able to help you break through that threshold. If you send this knife to me, there will be no chance!"

"Bitch, slut!!"

Feng Qingxuan had murderous intent in his heart, but after a slight hesitation, he let go of the long knife.

Because at this time, Yun Haitian, whose face was red, but his body was still tall and straight, had already walked out of the gate and looked at him from a distance.

Hu Lao Yuwei is there, and at this time, he is seriously injured, but his breath is far stronger than ever.

Let him not dare to be careless~www.wuxiaspot.com~ imposing manner, draw the sword!

Huhuhu~

The dust was scattered in the air.

Yun Haitian stood like a mountain, and his red eyes looked at Feng Qingxuan:

"You and I, die together!"

"Old stuff"

Feng Qingxuan raised his big cloak, and pressed his palm on the long knife. The knife was half an inch out, and the cold light was about to burst out.

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

At this moment, a high-pitched horse neighing sound broke through the air.

Everyone looks.

I saw the dust in the distance rolling like a dragon, and a white-robed Taoist came riding a red horse!