Chapter 321 Sixty Years, Teacher, I Have Done What You Taught Me

In the eyes of all living beings, the sun, which was suspended in the sky and remained the same forever, turned scarlet and terrifying.

A large number of ghosts began to emerge and kill under the scarlet light.

In an instant, blood and bones dyed the world red and covered the earth.

Until a pure red sunrise emerged from the starry sky, dispelling the scarlet and confronting the sun.

One is small and the other is big; one is warm and bright, the other is scarlet and evil.

Two big suns were hanging in the sky, within the sight of all living beings.

In the west, the city where the largest church was located has long disappeared.

For thousands of miles around, mountains collapsed and the earth was torn apart.

An old Taoist in a grey robe was holding a hideous head in his hand.

Specks of silver light, like blood, flowed out from the broken head, floated into the air, and then disappeared.

The old Taoist looked up at the sky, a trace of worry flashing in his cloudy eyes.

He took a step forward and disappeared.

When it emerged again, it had already gone deep into the earth and came to the skynet composed of runes.

Looking at the Xuan Yang statue that was emitting a faint divine light, the group of ghosts were still struggling and almost trying to escape.

The old man stepped forward and came under the statue.

Turn around! ~
Sitting cross-legged in the void, facing the ghosts.

In an instant, the aura of the statue and the old man almost merged into one, and the originally shaky Skynet was restored to its original state and able to fight against the group of ghosts.

Luo Siyuan looked up at the earth.

As soon as he thought about it, two pieces of information appeared in the minds of Yanjian and Andre who were still attacking.

"Teacher said: Whoever defeats the foreign demon first will be the next generation leader."

Rumble!
For a time, the fighting on the two battlefields above the East China Sea and beside the capital became even more brutal.

The blazing flames enveloped the mountains, rivers, and the earth, melting everything and burning everything.

In the gray mist, blood and white light splashed and fell into the sea.

A long time, a long time.

A figure with only half of its body left crawled out from the flames.

Andre leaned against the rock, holding the enemy's disappearing head in his hand, and looked at the ground.

The handsome face was flushed with blood, and he raised the head in his palm.

"Big Brother, I killed the enemy's clone."

"I will take over the teacher's will, eliminate evil, suppress ghosts, and promote good!"

The old Taoist looked gentle and nodded his forehead lightly to show his approval.

at the same time.

Above the East China Sea, Yan Jian slowly walked out of the gray fog, looked up at the sky, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

That's the sun, thousands of times larger than the planets.

Even though I have absolute faith in my teacher, I can't help feeling a little nervous at this moment.

But soon, Yan Jian stopped the chaotic thoughts in his mind, turned his gaze to the ground, and nodded his forehead lightly.

Afterwards, he headed towards the Xuanyang Taoist Temple.

The most important thing now is to sort out the world, suppress the wanton killing of demons, and wait for the teacher to return.

He did not attach too much importance to the position of headmaster.

With the end of the great battle on the coast of the East China Sea, the offensive initiated by the Xuanyang Taoist Temple came to an end.

The first headmaster of Xuanyang Temple, Taoist Qingcang ascended to heaven.

The second generation headmaster, Andre, took over and began to clear out the demons and save the people.

The peaceful world was then plagued by wars and filled with blood.

And secretly, Tianfu's hidden tricks are being revealed one by one.

Keep the world in turmoil.

world outside.

Two sacred shadows surrounded by divine light are engaging in a shocking game in the void.

A brilliant and grand chessboard containing infinite Taoist auras was placed between the two sides.

The chess pieces on it were shining brightly like stars, and a desperate fight was unfolding on the chessboard! "Wushan, I'm going to win this round." An indifferent and extremely sharp voice came from Tianfu's mouth.

At this moment, the two of them had long lost their former peace. Fierce and domineering auras filled the void and stirred up the sea of ​​​​boundaries.

Liang Hui placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, his eyes cold and stern.

As soon as he thought about it, a star-shaped five-colored chess piece appeared on the chessboard.

"The game has only just begun. How can we tell who will win or lose now?"

"But Tianfu, I think it would be more appropriate to call you Tianjie."

"A name is just a title. Be it a blessing from heaven or a calamity from heaven, I only seek the great way."

As Tianfu spoke, a pale white chess piece appeared on the chessboard, blocking the retreat of the five-colored chess pieces.

Liang Hui tapped the hilt of the sword with his fingers.

A five-colored chess piece appeared in the corner of the chessboard.

"A dying struggle!" Tianfu chuckled and stood with his hands behind his back.

It seems that talking about the situation in the world is also talking about this chess game.

Liang Hui narrowed his eyes, the immortal spear behind him trembled slightly, and he resisted the urge to kill his opponent.

He focused his consciousness on the Human Emperor Banner in his arms.

On the green banner, the light intertwined, forming his basic information.

Name: Human Emperor Banner
Owner: Liang Hui

Realm: Warrior: Martial Saint (13.43%); Taoist: Yang God (22.25%)

It has been thirteen years since I left Guangxi Realm.

The path to becoming a Martial Saint is progressing very quickly, and one fifth of the way has already been completed. In fact, the speed at which one's cultivation can be improved can be even faster.

But the path that the Martial Saint seeks is the fruit of the way of all spirits and gods.

Such roads are extremely rare even among ghosts, almost non-existent.

Fortunately, his path as a Taoist priest went very smoothly in these thirteen years.

Not only did he create the next level of Yang Shen after Yuan Shen, but he also made great strides forward on the path of pure Yang and has already surpassed the path of all spirits.

And in the coming period of time, the speed of cultivation will definitely be much faster.

End of thought.

The chess game in the void began to move again.

Taos collide with each other in it, and wills intertwine in it.

Time is like water.

Ever since the battle in which Taoist Master Qingcang ascended to heaven, there has been constant turmoil in the world.

Ghosts, evil creatures, and foreign demons keep appearing.

The bloody battles continued and the conquests never stopped.

But even so, Xuanyang Taoist Temple still maintains the surface peace of the world.

Before I knew it, a decade had passed.

Above the sky, the pure red sun has occupied the entire sky, driving the scarlet scorching sun away to one corner.

Under the earth, the ghosts were quiet. The skynet covered with runes kept shrinking and was already 100,000 miles away from the center of the earth.

Under the statue of Emperor Xuanyang, two figures sat cross-legged facing each other.

An old Taoist patted his body and robes, raising a cloud of dust.

The old Taoist had a decayed body and wore a whitish gray Taoist robe. He looked forward with cloudy eyes.

A tall figure dressed in a plain white robe, all silver.

"Luo Siyuan, your so-called master is also an outsider like me. Why would you work hard for him?"

"Release the restrictions, and I will let your world live."

Tianfu's face was gloomy, and his silver hair could not hide the cold light in his eyes.

This clone of his, which was carefully planned and built to be the deciding factor, was dragged down for sixty years by an old man.

The old Taoist's eyes were calm and he exhaled softly:

"For sixty years, I have done everything you asked me to do, teacher."

It seemed as if he had not spoken for a long time, and his voice was obscure, ancient and desolate.

(End of this chapter)