The person who took action was Yang Pan, the current Emperor Qian.
Since he destroyed the Dachan Temple, he has always been hiding in this void world, devoted himself to practicing Taoism and restoring the boat of creation, and rarely went out.
The Emperor Qian whom all officials in the court now see is just a substitute who is guarding against the assassination of Dreams and placed it on the table to give orders for him.
The descendants of the Supreme Taoism throughout the ages will supervise the world and will never allow the emperor on earth to practice Taoism and achieve immortality. Once an emperor breaks the forbidden state and reaches the realm of ghost immortals, they will take action and kill him.
Taizong and Gaozong of the Daqian Dynasty, and Taizu of the Dazhou Dynasty, the previous dynasty, were all assassinated by Meng Shenji, the leader of the Taishang Taoist sect, because they violated this taboo.
Now that Emperor Qian has practiced Taoism, he has also obtained the mortal enemy of the Supreme Tao. He has inherited the Tao of Creation, so he naturally needs to be more careful about the Dream God Machine.
However, Yang Pan is worthy of being a great leader of his generation, and his mind, means and talent are impeccable.
Even though Meng Shenji, the number one in the world, was eyeing him, he had already survived six thunder tribulations in secret, and his strength was unfathomable. He was not inferior to Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he even won him.
But even he, a master of six thunder tribulations, could not help but feel shocked when he noticed the remaining scars on Gong Yang Yu and Qiu.
——Why did the Donghai man come here?
——Is it possible that there is really a treasure of the Demon Sect that is missing in the West Mountain?
Yang Pan's thoughts were turned on, but he did not reveal them. Instead, he took a deep breath and used the Taoist technique of "Creation of the Heavenly Classic" to remove the intention of the two guards and restore the injury.
However, although Yin Yue has not been able to reach the realm of "one orifice to understand hundreds of orifices" over the years due to the lack of secret methods of refining orifices, and has become a peak human immortal comparable to the seven-tribulation ghost immortal, he has also possessed some characteristics of this realm in advance after gaining Xu Xing's memory.
Even in terms of mysterious and insidious aspects, Yin Yue's demonized boxing intention is even more than that of the peak human immortals, making ghost immortals who specialize in Taoism unpredictable. If they are accidentally infected, they will lose their Taoist heart.
Although Yang Pan is good at Taoism, what he has learned is the most top-notch unique skill in this world. It is still extremely difficult to dispel Yin Yue's demonic energy condensed with his fist intention, and he has to use the power of a magical weapon.
He waved his right hand and took out the core of the Emperor's Heavenly World, the "Emperor's Heaven Seal", which stimulated the dragon energy in it, and called out a "Central Wu's empty true energy" from the Boat of Creation, and then suppressed the intention of the boxing.
After Yang Pan finished all this, he saw sweat on his forehead. He let out a long sigh. He heard the sound of steady footsteps coming from behind, and he didn't look back and asked in a deep voice:
"Mystery, it's just right. Please help me see how much martial arts of the demon man in the East China Sea have been practiced, and have you broken through the shackles and reached the peak human immortal realm?"
The man standing behind Yang Pan was wearing a gorgeous dress and a purple-gold crown on his head. His skin was as bright as jade, his face was square, his eyebrows and eyes were drooping, and he was covered with a layer of purple, which contained infinite majesty.
He was the Grand Tutor of the dynasty, one of the pillars of the Daqian Dynasty, the peak Martial Saint, and the Marquis of Wuwen, Hong Xuanji.
When Hong Xuanji heard Yang Pan's questioning, he saluted him meticulously without breaking the rules before he walked up, looked at the two of them carefully, shook his head and said:
"It is not the fist intention of the peak human immortal, but it is also Taoist art. The martial arts of this demon are now becoming more and more demonic. It seems that it has escaped from the barriers of martial arts and Taoist arts, and has formed its own school, and I can't tell it clearly.
The only thing that is certain is that now he is afraid that he really has to be regarded as a creator and a master of the peak human immortal level. The difficulty is even better than the energy god in the Western Regions. ”
When Hong Xuanji said this, he owed slightly.
"Now that I have the opportunity, I am willing to go out in the battle with my armor and conquer the Western Mountains for Your Majesty, so I will kill this demon!"
Today, Hong Xuanji is just a peak martial saint, but the momentum emitted by his whole body is not inferior to that of the human immortal Gong Yang Yu, and he is even better than him.
In the hall, there was another powerful aura rising up, echoing Hong Xuanji's fist intention. The boundless majesty, like a vast abyss and a sea, spread out, just like the ancient dragon reviving and returning to the world.
This is another secret treasure of the Daqian Dynasty, the armor and "Emperor Tianshi Dragon Armor" created by the ancient holy emperor "Pan".
Even if the peak martial saint wears this armor, they have great power comparable to that of human immortals. Even if they are strong people of the Creator level, they are difficult to hurt and can be said to be immortal.
In the past, Hong Xuanji was wearing this armor to kill from the void, attack the Dream God Machine, and to drive the boat of creation for Yang Pan, and to launch a killing attack, creating an excellent opportunity.
Even if Xu Xing did not fall from the sky, they had the ability to kill the human immortal body of the dream god machine twenty years ago.
Yang Pan was a little moved, his eyes flashed, and he pondered:
"Although you and I intentionally let it go, it is also true that this demon has been rampant in the world and has not met the enemy in the past twenty years, and has defeated countless powerful people.
Nowadays, when those thousand-year-old families see this person coming to the door to challenge each other, they are willing to hide in the void world as turtles, and obviously they have seen through our plans.
Since this is the case, you might as well use this name to suppress demons and make them work hard to provide food. If they refuse to follow, they will just come to the door and confiscate the property. They can kill the chicken to warn the monkeys, and collect materials for the boat of restoration of the creation, killing two birds with one stone. ”
Since Yang Pan obtained the "Boat of Creation", in order to repair the supreme king in this ancient artifact, he can be said to have been sleeping day and night and devoted himself to his efforts.
Tongmeng Shenji joined forces to wipe out Dachan Temple, which was a gambling. Unfortunately, although Yang Pan won the bet, there was a strange star outside the sky, so he simply turned over his poker table, leaving him with nothing.
After that, the hero who was determined to become the emperor of the ages had to tighten his belt and live a life, but saving money alone was not a solution, and Yang Pan had to think of another way to make money.
After thinking about it, he could only focus on those thousand-year-old families with strong backgrounds, especially those who had "Middle Ancient Scholars".
The "Scholars" are a group of strong men that emerged in the Middle Ages. They were all creators of more than seven thunder tribulations, with a hundred people, so they are known as the "Hundred Saints".
Among the saints, although there are no masters at the level of Yang God, their wisdom has surpassed the ancient Holy Emperor, and even stripped of the authority of the Holy Emperor and demoted the Supreme Emperor to the Supreme Emperor.
The bloodline left by this existence is naturally very rich and profound. The foundation of these "family families" is even more than that of the holy places like the Dachan Temple that have produced Yangshen.
However, they represent the authority of sages. Even Yang Pan, the emperor on earth, dare not take action rashly. If one is not handled well, it will cause great unrest.
After five or six thousand years of precipitation, the principles and education of the Middle Ages have long been deeply imprinted in the bone marrow of the people of Tianzhou, Zhongtu, and cannot be shaken.
Anyone who dares to disobey will be "a great rebellion" or a "monarch who loses virtue". Once Yang Pan and others bear this reputation, the seemingly peaceful Daqian Dynasty will soon be surging and sparks.
The dynasty is overthrown and the ancestral temple is only held in the evening.
What's more, even regardless of the subsequent impact, the power of these families alone is enough to discourage Yang Pan and could only divide first and then slowly plan for it.
The appearance of this demon also gave him an excellent reason.
If the Daqian Dynasty presided over the "suppression of demons", it could be used to raise the banner of standing up for the various aristocratic families. If there is aristocratic family who refuses to obey, it would be disrespectful to the authority of the various aristocratic families and take the opportunity to wipe out it, and it would be beyond reproach.
If you really follow it, you can ask them to take the lead.
What's more, Yang Pan calculated accurately that with the arrogant temperament of the various aristocratic families, he should have long hated this demon.
It was just that the other party's demon man had always been in a uncertain place, and the East Sea Demon God Cave was a dangerous place in the world, so he had not taken action for a long time.
Now that the imperial court takes the lead, he wants to stand up for the various aristocratic families, such as the Fan family and the Wang family, he should be eager to jump out and take the opportunity to show his authority...
After hearing this, Hong Xuanji was convinced and praised:
"This is a great act, and I just ordered Ji Changyue to do it, so that he could contact the Fan family, Wang family and Sun family as the Ji family."
The Fan family, Ji family, Wang family and Sun family are the four most powerful families among the various aristocratic families. Over the past thousands of years, dynasties of all dynasties can only be gentle and appease them, but cannot be wiped out.
Among them, the Fan family is the first family in a thousand years. There are more than a dozen or twenty elders who have four or five thunder tribulations. There is also an ancestor who has survived six thunder tribulations. His power is ten times stronger than that of Dachan Temple.
Even if the other three companies are worse than each other, they are not far apart.
Ji Changyue was born in the Ji family. He was the top scholar in the 30th year of Daqian. He once served as the Minister of Rites. Later, he retired and became the disciple of Zhengyidao. Now he is the master of Zhengyidao.
After inheriting the Zhengyi Dao, he actively moved closer to the court, followed the ancient philosophers' ways, and with the concept of "loyalty, filial piety, righteousness, and integrity", he reformed the Zhengyi Dao from top to bottom, which was an anomaly in the Taoist sect.
The empress of the dynasty was also from the Ji family. Strictly speaking, Ji Changyue was also a relative of the foreign country. It was extremely suitable to contact the various aristocratic families with this person's status, origin and strength.
Yang Pan was also very satisfied with Hong Xuanji's candidate, but in the end he was a little worried and gave a special order:
"These days, I have sent some powerful men to stare at the West Mountain. I must not let this demon go.
If he was asked to return to the Demon God Cave and entangle a group of powerful Vajras and invade the Southeast, it would be a disaster.
Now that Huoluo is ready to move, the champion Hou has the heart to raise the enemy and respect himself, the national treasury can't stand another big battle..."
Speaking of this, Yang Pan couldn't help but feel sad and sighed deeply.
When Hong Xuanji heard this advice, he looked at Yang Pan's worries again. Although he was silent, he couldn't help but feel a sigh in his heart.
Over the years, His Majesty has suffered a lot in order to restore the boat of creation.
A good generation of heroes forced him to become a careful accountant. He is very particular about everything and is just a waste of time.
If all this is found, it is all because of the East Sea demon.
If it weren't for this person, they would have already put all the foundation of the Dachan Temple in their hands, restore the boat of creation, and spread the world. Why should they live so tightly? !
When Hong Xuanji thought of this, he narrowed his eyes and his murderous intentions suddenly increased. He clasped his fists with both hands and said in a deep voice:
"The Holy Emperor is in power and rule, and the war and killing matters are left to the Wei ministers. This is exactly the responsibility of Wei ministers as the Grand Tutor, and it is also the source of justice for the monarch and ministers.
This time, the empress wore armor to go out to war, and he would definitely capture this man, capture him in front of His Majesty, and cut him into pieces in front of him, venting his hatred! ”
Although Hong Xuanji has never worn armor now, every word is in line with the essence of "Emperor Tianshi Dragon Armor". He has an invincible and invincible spirit, which makes people feel disappointed and deeply convinced.
These words also show Hong Xuanji's judgment on the situation.
The most important thing to win two birds with one stone is to distinguish the primary and secondary. Although the royal family wanted to take the opportunity to weaken and divide the various aristocratic families, the first priority was to kill the demon.
This man, who is both the creator-level strength, is also unconscious, acts illogical, does whatever he wants and is unscrupulous, is too threatening, which is really intolerable by the Daqian Dynasty.
Yang Pan waved his hand and said with a sigh:
"Since that's the case, I'll be here, waiting for the Grand Master to return! But today's events are a bit more disturbing.
Xuanji, you are now going to the city to take charge in person, in case any rats take the opportunity to make trouble. Once discovered, you will be killed without mercy. ”
Hong Xuanji nodded and left with great strides.
Although the incident in Xishan has not been widely publicized, Yin Yue’s move is extremely powerful, which still makes all the masters in Yujing City feel something, and those with different ambitions are even more ready to move.
It was not until they saw the white-haired and tall-clothed Wu Wenhou walking up the city and overlooking Yujing that they had just extinguished their minds and dared not act rashly.
Shortly after Hong Xuanji entered the city, he saw a long rainbow rising from the city of Yujing, leaving the ninety-nine states, and visiting the families of the hereditary first-class dukes one by one to discuss the matter of killing demons.
As Ji Changyue left Beijing, the territory of the Daqian Dynasty was full of wind and undercurrents.
This night, I don’t know how many people couldn’t sleep all night, but this did not include Hong Yi.
He was a natural seed of reading and had the intention of practicing martial arts since he was a child. After obtaining the "Martial Classic" and "Tao Sutra", he naturally couldn't put it down and immersed himself in it.
Even Yin Yue's move did not alarm him.
Tu Shansang was first shocked by the movements outside the mountain. He turned his head, but saw that Hong Yi was not moved at all, and he couldn't help but secretly admire him.
Hong Yi spent all night, first read the basic part of the "Wu Jing", and then picked up the scroll drawn by Xu Xing.
It’s strange that although Hong Yi read all night and had not gotten water and rice, he did not feel tired at all. Instead, he was energetic and full of blood. Could this be the function of the blessed world?
When Hong Yi thought about it, he felt right. If it weren't for this kind of effectiveness, how could he support a martial arts master from the Xishan Fox Clan?
After all, let alone the Martial Saint, even the martial arts powerhouses who are innate martial arts and masters can consume enough food to be worth dozens or even a hundred people every day.
No wonder the breath of Miss Sang is so fresh and graceful as if she is not stained with the dust on earth.
While sighing at the magic of this place, he turned his head and carefully pondered the essence of the scroll.
"The charm of this golden peng Buddha is truly unparalleled in the world. It integrates the tyrannical and fierce beast nature and the purity and freedom of Buddha nature. The ancestor's painting skills are truly extraordinary."
Hong Yi is the true nature of a scholar. Even though he knows that this painting is a peerless secret to magical skills, he can't help but enjoy this painting from the perspective of appreciating calligraphy and painting.
However, it is precisely because of this mentality that he can sink into it and understand the true meaning of the divine essence in every stroke.
Hong Yi felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart, and immediately felt that the painting was different.
The Buddha suddenly stood up, his arms fluttered, and turned into a yellow and golden roc. He flew up from the painting, as if he had penetrated the boundary between reality and illusion and threw himself into Hong Yi's eyebrows.
With a loud bang!
In the deepest part of Hong Yi's soul, there was a golden pony Buddha flapping his wings and sitting on the lotus platform. His treasure was solemn and free and self-sufficient.
Hong Yi's body and mind were shocked, and he felt that his soul seemed to be attached to the Buddha, wandering in the endless void, freely and surround himself, and his mind was bright for a moment, without any depression or depression.
After coming back to his senses, Hong Yi felt his eyebrows were hot, and his arms seemed to be penetrated by light golden threads, heat was evaporated, and his whole body was in peace.
"The eyebrows, arms, and wings are commented by the ancestors in the martial arts scripture, saying that martial arts is to seek inward, and take the acupoints as the foundation. The point between the eyebrows seems to be a hole..."
Looking at the lines on the golden wings, it is not exactly what the "Wu Jing" calls the hand Taiyin meridian tendons and hand Yangming meridian tendons. The flip gesture is the secret method of tempering the corresponding tendons!
The corners of Hong Yi's mouth naturally curled up, and a leisurely and contentment emerged in his heart. His body also opened his posture and began to practice martial arts according to the posture in the picture.
As the saying goes, there is no time in the mountains, and the cold and heat do not know the year.
Before he knew it, Hong Yi had been in the West Mountain for more than ten days.
The mountains are filled with wind and snow, and the scenery is beautiful.
But Hong Yi didn't come back to his senses until he heard the sound of snow-covered branches. He suddenly realized that he had practiced martial arts for more than ten days in a row, without feeling tired at all.
In just over ten days, Hong Yi felt that his body became much heavier and thicker, and his outline became fuller, with traces of swelling and undulating muscles.
If it were divided into the martial arts scriptures, he had already crossed the threshold of flesh and tendon refining. Even in the Daqian Martial Arts Hall, it would be enough to become a "warrior" and truly enter the house in martial arts.
However, Hong Yi could feel that his changes were far more than that. In addition to the condensation of muscles and bones, he could feel a warm air flowing through his limbs and bones, penetrated the inside and outside.
This power is not the human body's qi and blood, nor is it the soul and thoughts, but it is a kind of existence that is half-fixed and half-real, in between.
This power can not only help Hong Yi reach a subtle state of "inner vision", but also have various extraordinary abilities that can hurt people dozens of steps. If it penetrates the muscles and bones, it can also bring great power.
Hong Yi knew that this might be the "internal force" mentioned in the annotation of the ancestor. With this power, his martial arts path is at least ten or twenty times easier than that of ordinary people.
Just as he was quietly experiencing his own changes, a praise suddenly came from behind:
"You have been trained in just twelve or thirteen days. Your qualifications are among the best in the sect of your master."
Hong Yi turned his head, clasped his fists with both hands, and said gratefully:
"Meet the ancestor!"
Xu Xing smiled slightly and said:
"It's almost the twelfth lunar month now, so you'd better go home and wait until you pass the juren and come to the west again.
Then you will be truly qualified to make some decisions that only you, Hong Yi, can make. ”
Hong Yi's eyes moved and realized the profound meaning of Xu Xing's words.
Judging from Yin Yue's background and the attitude of this ancestor on weekdays, what they have to do next is probably to subvert the entire Daqian Dynasty.
How to choose the next path?
In fact, for Hong Yi, this is not a multiple-choice question at all.
He opened his mouth to express his intentions, but noticed Xu Xing's eyes, and finally suppressed it, focused his head and said in a deep voice:
"Since that's the case, I'll bid farewell to the ancestor."
Hong Yi knew that the ancestor wanted to give himself time to sort out everything clearly before making a choice, rather than making a rash decision because of impulse.
Xu Xing was also quite satisfied with Hong Yi's cautious attitude. With a long sleeve, Hong Yi felt a flash of his eyes and appeared in front of the ancient temple.
Hong Yi looked at this once extremely familiar temple, but suddenly felt like a different life arose in his heart.
Meeting Tu Shansang, being chased by Yin Yue, becoming a disciple of Xu, studying and practicing martial arts...
Although this series of events happened in a series of more than ten days, it brought a deep impression on Hong Yi, it was better than the life of the concubine's son of the Marquis's family for more than ten years.
He was silent for a while, suddenly turned around and left the place with great strides.
At this point, Tu Shansang came to the training ground with a small table board, but saw Xu Xing standing here alone, but Hong Yi disappeared.
The girl screamed, a little at a loss. Although her neck was not moving, her big round eyes were scanning left and right, and she asked:
"Master, where are the junior brothers and where are you?"
Seeing this, Xu Xing took the medicinal wine from the small table board very naturally, and while unscrewing the plug, he casually replied:
"Your junior brother is a scholar and needs a scientific exam. When you pass the juren, you will come back to continue learning martial arts."
"Scientific examination? What is scientific examination? It is more important than practicing martial arts. Why didn't the ancestors teach me?!"
When Tu Shansang heard this, his eyes widened and his face was shocked.
Xu Xing couldn't help laughing, took a sip of wine, rubbed Tu Shansang's little head, and laughed.
"That is your junior brother's lifelong dream, and it has nothing to do with you. If you learn what you do and learn sourly, will you be so stinky? Isn't it just a waste of spiritual energy?" Tu Shansang exclaimed, held the small table, shook his head repeatedly, and looked disgusted:
"Then I won't learn!"
After Tushansang left, Yin Yue walked out from behind Xu Xing. He couldn't help but sigh:
"These disciples under the leader are all beautiful, pure and kind-hearted, and have a great atmosphere.
But my disciples in Donghai are all rebellious and need the leader to take action and train them. ”
Xu Xing also knew that Yin Yue also had a foundation in the East China Sea, so he smiled and said:
"Your disciples are all covered with the blood of ancient divine beasts. They have many qualifications and talents than the fox clan in Xishan. They are not the same in nature. You can't both want them and ask them. Where does this make sense in the world?"
Yin Yue also said with confidence:
"Among us, we should seek both the law of doing things. Isn't this the truth of the master of the sect?"
Xu Xing's face did not change, and he said with a touch of his hand:
"Looking back, your words just now make sense."
After Xu Xing finished speaking, Yin Yue couldn't help but look strange. The two of them looked at each other and laughed out loud.
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Although Hong Yi had been away from home for more than ten days, the seven or eight hundred people in the marquis's mansion seemed to have forgotten him for a long time, and no one even noticed that he had ever gone out.
However, Hong Yi has long been different from his past when practicing martial arts and learning Taoism. He does not take this neglect in his heart. Instead, he is happy to be quiet and prepare for the scientific examination alone.
The ancestors said that even though Hong Yi was confident, he did not dare to be negligent in this matter. Instead, he worked harder.
While practicing and studying, Hong Yi also found that the Marquis of Wu Wen, Hong Xuanji, seemed to have military and national affairs to be dealt with recently. He kept visiting the Marquis' Mansion frequently, coming and leaving in a hurry.
Although it has been nearly the end of the year, there is no New Year atmosphere in the Marquis' Mansion. Instead, it is full of solemnity, as if it has become a military tent, with countless military aircraft orders coming from it and spreading to all parts of Daqian.
Hong Yi was in this place and had some clarity. It seemed that what the ancestor wanted to see and make his own decisions were related to the movements and stillness of the Hou Mansion these days.
Wu Wen Hou Mansion, the main hall.
After Hong Xuanji held his hands, he looked at the word "Li" with an iron-painted silver hook in the center and strict rules. His energy was calm and his eyes were deep.
He held a volume of calligraphy and painting in his hand, in which the cold plum blossoms are proud of the snow and frost, blooming in full bloom, with jade bones and ice skin, and the coldness is deep, making people feel like falling into an ice cave at first sight.
This painting has a very good charm, obviously made by the national player, but its meaning is fresh and natural, incompatible with the word "Li", and even completely opposite, with the true meaning.
Hong Xuanji was in it, even though he was tall and majestic, he couldn't help but feel a little more struggling.
An old voice came from behind him and said respectfully:
"Mr. Marquis, I found out. Young Master Yi did go to Xishan a few days ago. After returning from Xishan, he learned martial arts. I think... it was the work of that person."
Speaking of this, even the old man couldn't help but hesitate, but he still gave his own judgment.
Hong Yi always thought that Hong Xuanji had never cared about himself because of his busy affairs.
But he didn't know that in fact, the concern of Wu Wenhou, or the attention of him, was even better than that of his descendants.
Therefore, the various strange phenomena that Hong Yi showed after this trip to the West Mountain were not hidden from Hong Xuanji's eyes.
Hong Xuanji remained silent and shook his head and said:
"I promised his mother that she would keep him safe and safe all his life, and that would just be abolished his martial arts..."
Hong Xuanji thought of this, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly said:
"Don't touch him first. Wait until all the people from the aristocratic families come, and then capture him as a last resort."
A trace of unbearableness flashed through the old man's eyes, and he was also a little confused:
"Young Master Yi has been with him for more than ten days. With that crazy and confused temperament, how can he really care about such a disciple?"
Hong Xuanji shook his head and said:
"It's hard to say, but this person is now entrenched in the West Mountains and has no intention of leaving. I think he has other intentions.
It would be reasonable if it is related to Hong Yi or to the Taishang Taoism. ”
The old man was shocked:
"What the Marquis means is that Young Master Yi may also have the inheritance of the Supreme Tao?"
Hong Xuanji pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered:
"I know what Hong Yi has, but I know very well. If it weren't for the inheritance of the Supreme Tao, how could he impress that person?
It was probably because he couldn't understand the truth, so he took it out and exchanged it with the Donghai man for martial arts. Humph, he could make choices.
After all, Bingyun was the saint of the Supreme Taoism back then, and he was unparalleled in qualifications. It was not impossible for me to see if I had any hidden means. ”
When Hong Xuanji talked about Hong Yi's son, his words were full of disdain and contempt. When he mentioned the word "bingyun", he was somewhat moved.
The old man was shocked, but he was also low and sighed:
"Yes, Master."
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Although Hong Yi left the West Mountain, his state of mind seemed to have been immersed in the mysterious and micro-dao realm, and became extremely stable and quiet.
Even though the Wu Wen Hou Mansion was in endless changes, he only focused on studying and practicing, and turned a blind eye to the things outside the window.
Time flies, and the end of the year has passed in a blink of an eye. Hong Yi ushered in the spring of the 60th year of Daqian, and it was also the day of the provincial examination.
Early in the morning, the sky was still dark and the stars were dim. Hong Yi had already put down the books in his hand, began to pack up his things, and prepared to go to the tribute school to take the exam.
But before he could finish cleaning, he heard a steady footsteps coming from the door, and a familiar old voice sounded.
"Young Master Yi, the Marquis has an order to summon you to come over and have something to say."
Hong Yi heard that this was the voice of the boss of the Hou Mansion.
This boss is one of the most unfathomable figures in the Marquis’ mansion and the most loyal servant of the Marquis of Wu Wen, Hong Xuanji.
Judging from Hong Yi's current vision, the boss manager is probably the best figure in the Martial Saint and he can't resist it.
Hong Yi suddenly realized something in his heart, frowned, and said in a deep voice:
"Today's provincial examination, my father is the Grand Tutor, in charge of culture and education, and has a job as a tour examiner. He called me a scholar who was going to take the exam. Now when I go to pay homage to him, aren't you afraid of being verbally quarrel?"
The boss was stunned for a moment. Obviously, he didn't expect that Hong Yi was so calm and his tone became low.
"The state has its own laws and family rules. Young Master Yi is from the Marquis' Mansion, so you must not fail to follow the master's family rules.
The old slave knew that Young Master Yi had adventures and practiced martial arts these days, but these were all castles in the air.
If you come with me, help the Marquis do something, and then admit your mistakes well, he will not do anything to you. ”
"Hmm?!"
Although the boss said this beautifully, Hong Yi was a spiritual wisdom figure. As soon as he heard it, he understood what he meant and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Boss, do you want to take me as your qualifier and threaten the ancestor? Hong Xuanji, as the Grand Tutor of the dynasty, is so despicable?!"
Hong Yi's voice became louder and louder, and his anger exploded in his chest like flames, instantly burning all over his body, but his heart was cold.
He never expected that Hong Xuanji was so despicable and cruel, and wanted his son to be bait to murder his ancestors!
Looking back on his days in the Hou Mansion, Hong Yi's chest was undulating, his face twitched, and his big tendons stretched out, his eyes were green, just like a wild wolf who chose people to eat.
The boss thrust his face, sighed and advised:
"The demon is entrenched in the East China Sea and cholera is the ruling of the court. As the Grand Tutor, the Marquis has his own position to eliminate demons. Young Master Yi is a member of the Marquis' Mansion and a scholar with fame. He will not not understand the principles of family and country justice."
Hong Yi laughed loudly, full of sarcasm and mocking.
"Cholera dynasty? Although the person in Donghai is unscrupulous and his fists are all powerful families and never harms the common people.
Didn’t the court also want to take advantage of his power to take the opportunity to suppress the aristocratic families and let them go until now? Now that the general trend is complete, we must kill them all. Are birds flying and good bows hidden?
Mr. Wu, it is true that I, Hong Yi, is a scholar, but the truth I respect is not the ethics of one family and one surname, but the kindness and righteousness of the world! ”
After saying these words, Hong Yi felt extremely happy, as if he had broken free from some kind of constraint that had been restricting his body and spirit for a long time. His soul was lively and bright, and his internal strength was flowing more and more violently.
After all, Hong Yi is a scholar who is very wise and has an eloquent talent. How could Mr. Wu talk about him? Hearing this, his face changed drastically and he shouted:
"Young Master Yi, you are a traitor!"
This drink was like thunder exploding, causing people's hair to stand tall, and a burst of passionate blood to spread. The calligraphy, paintings and furnishings in the room became red, and they were about to burn.
Although Hong Yi made rapid progress, he could not fight against the Martial Saint. His whole body was shocked and his eardrums were tingling.
But he still looked directly at Butler Wu, full of strong and upright spirit, and had the literary character of not hesitating to give direct advice to the king even if he died.
"This is a good statement."
At this moment, a spring thunder suddenly exploded in the sky, and the lightning broke through the sky, penetrated into the room through the window, illuminating a figure of Xiongkui. It seemed that he was standing here at the beginning.
Butler Wu was shocked.
Just as he was about to burst out his blood and broke out of the wall, he was held by a palm-sized hand and crushed the sky spirit cover.
The brain and flesh were mixed with minced bones and flesh, and the scene was extremely tragic and bloody.
Hong Yi also stayed there, shocking inexplicably.
The man threw away the body of Butler Wu to the ground, turned around and looked at Hong Yi. It was Yin Yue.
He did not feel at all about killing a martial saint, his expression was calm and he just picked up the body with his toes, and said helplessly:
"I originally said that I would just take you back to the East China Sea first to avoid harming the fish in the pond.
The leader said that the scientific examination is your lifelong wish. No matter what, you will have to wait until you finish the provincial examination first.
Alas, I'm just causing some trouble, but now..."
Yin Yue looked straight into Hong Yi's eyes, smiled slightly, and encouraged:
"In Yujing City, no one can stop you from going there. Don't worry, go to the exam with confidence!"
——
West Mountain, Secret Palace.
When the first spring thunder exploded, Xu Xing had already stepped out and carried the spiritual fetus of the divine stone to the top of the West Mountain.
On the sky, lead, gray and iron clouds entrenched, and lightning was rushing.
The muffled thunder surging like a wave, and like a dragon and a snake rising and falling. Balls of light exploded around it. It was the thunder fire that exploded due to the violent collision of the yin and yang energy. It was amazingly powerful and was enough to shake the souls of the ghost immortals.
For a moment, Xu Xing's eyes were full of thunder, nowhere to go, endless, and such violent scenes were the only ones he saw in his life.
This thunder cloud is not a simple thundering aura, but contains some extremely majestic and supreme will, which is the will of the Yangshen world and the universe.
Facing the trial of the will of heaven and earth, and using the power of heaven and earth to temper the soul, or even devouring the will of heaven and earth, is the root of the power of the thunder tribulation ghost immortal.
This thunder cloud is also the ninth level. Strictly speaking, the division of the thunder tribulation ghost immortal does not refer to the number of thunder tribulations that the ghost immortal has survived, but to which thunder cloud circle he has entered.
For example, the characters who do not practice Taoism and only seek true Taoism have accumulated to the limit. After the first tribulation, they can directly enter the seventh thunder cloud circle and immediately achieve the realm of the Creator.
Xu Xing could also feel that in the dark clouds, in the void, and even around the Western Mountains, there were more than a dozen malicious gazes that were cast towards him.
Each of these eyes represents a powerful man at the level of ghost immortals and martial saints, among which there are even top-notch powerful men who have survived several thunder tribulations, and the Martial Arts Peak in the Human Immortal Realm.
Such a force, united, is even enough to repeat the battle to destroy the Dachan Temple that day.
But even so, they did not dare to take the lead. Instead, they had to wait for Xu Xing to take the initiative to break into the thunder tribulation circle before they could take the opportunity to take action and use the power of heaven and earth to kill this extremely powerful and hateful alien guest.
Xu Xing faced their gaze, laughed loudly, and took a step and rushed into the thunder clouds all over the sky.
Outside the west mountain, there is another peak.
A man with a tall crown, wide robe and big sleeves stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky, and couldn't help but sigh:
"Marquis Wu Wen is a god. This guy lurks in the western mountain and is really waiting for the spring thunder. However, if he chooses to overcome the tribulation outside Yujing City, should he say that he is confident or arrogant?"
This person's aura is extremely clear and clear, like a bright moon hanging in the sky, reflecting all things, with a very ancient style.
Hong Xuanji said lightly:
"The Lord Fan is too proud. Among the heavens, only the vast world has the power of thunder. This guy came from outside the sky and wanted to take the opportunity to overcome the thunder tribulation, which is reasonable."
The man who was called "Ban Shenggong" by Hong Xuanji was the head of the Fan family, the first family in a thousand years. He was named Fan Yuntao, and he was an extremely powerful man who had survived five thunder tribulations.
Next to him, there were three people standing, dressed exactly like him, and they were the heads of the Wu family, Sun family and Wang family.
All of these four people had more than four thunder tribulations, and they were refining them with their own hands. They had unparalleled combat power.
Although there is still some hidden background, the heads of the four major families came together, which can be regarded as giving Emperor Qian the sincerity.
While Hong Xuanji was speaking, he was also looking at the four masters. He was surprised by the strength of these people in the aristocratic families, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that these old foxes were indeed extremely smart.
Emperor Qian wanted to take the opportunity to weaken the power of the aristocratic family, so Fan Yuntao and others took the plan and simply took the cart and showed their fists, so that Emperor Qian could see clearly that he did not dare to act rashly.
In addition to being personally present, the four masters also brought a group of elders, each of whom was at the level of the thunder tribulation ghost immortals, with a total of more than ten people. They are now lying outside the thunder clouds, waiting for the man to overcome the tribulation.
However, Fan Yuntao was also very afraid of Hong Xuanji, and his eyes kept looking at him. Looking at the bright yellow "Emperor Tianshi Dragon Armor", he was shocked and even more fortunate.
——Fortunately, Hong Xuanji is still ill and has never truly cultivated into a human immortal. Otherwise, I don’t know how powerful it would be!
However, today's Daqian Dynasty is really full of flowers and brocade cooking oil. Emperor Qian is the heroic ruler of all ages. With Hong Xuanji as his arm, there are also magical tools such as "Emperor Tianshi Dragon Armor" and "Creation Boat"...
While Fan Yuntao was thinking, he narrowed his eyes, but saw that the man had stepped through the fifth thunder tribulation circle in one step and came to the sixth thunder tribulation area, and was shocked.
Hong Xuanji sighed at the right time:
"What a demon, the accumulation is so strong. Could it be that I really have to reach the sky in one step and become the creator immediately, comparable to the ancient sects?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the heads of the four major families changed.
They all knew that the status of the various aristocratic families was based on the legendary image of the various saints. It was because the various sects had disappeared that they could use their myths and take the opportunity to share this glory.
If another strong man comparable to the various philosophers appeared in the world, he would surely turn the sages of the ancient philosophers into human beings, make the light of the various philosophers fade and no longer become absolute authority.
Fan Yuntao's eyebrows moved, he looked at Hong Xuanji and said in a deep voice:
"This demon is fierce and stubborn, but Brother Xuanji is so confident. Is there any way to do it?"
Although Hong Xuanji has made some arrangements for Hong Yi, this matter is not glorious after all. If he says it rashly, it will definitely damage his image of the Neo-Confucian master. He just said lightly:
"It's all about your ability, not to mention that there is an insurmountable gap between the six or seven thunder tribulations. The devil learned is not an orthodox Taoist technique. It is impossible to reach the sky in one step!"
The four masters nodded, relieving their surprise.
But at this moment, a violent light burst out from the thunder tribulation circle.
Everyone clearly saw that a round stone was bathed in the essence of thunder, shaking endlessly, as if some great creature was about to break out of its shell and descend into the world.
Fan Yuntao's face changed and he shouted:
"This is the spiritual fetus of the divine stone. He wants to use the power of thunder to hatch the spiritual fetus of the divine stone and take action quickly!"
In fact, there was no need for Fan Yuntao's orders. The more than ten thunder tribulation ghost immortals surrounding the thunder clouds had already felt the majestic energy, and they all launched a formation, activated various Taoist techniques, and killed them together.
The unique skills of various aristocratic families were created by the Chinese sects, which were not much different from the inheritance of the Yangshen. Now they are activated together, and their power is simply earth-shaking.
The ghost immortal thoughts either condense into Brahma's treasure wheel, or transform into a long whip of ghosts and gods, or transform into a bronze chariot, or transform into a gorgeous fire phoenix. All kinds of images rushed into the thunder clouds.
In this earth-shaking scene, I saw a figure in a blue shirt sitting cross-legged with a spiritual body, sweeping her sleeves, like destroying dust, breaking all these Taoist techniques and thoughts in it.
He raised his head, looked around, and said regretfully:
"People like you are worthy of discussing with me?"
The last two words were released, and the sound was so loud that it even lowered the thunder in the sky. The spiritual fetus was like a divine heart, pulsing violently, shaking a stream of masculinity that was extremely masculine, better than the radius of the sun.
Before the dozen or so ghost immortals could even let out a thunderous howl, they were shaken away by the blood and fist in their voices, and their bodies fell to the ground and fell into a pool of mud, and they could not die again! (This chapter ends)