‘The misty mountain clouds are everywhere, and the palace feathers are seen; the green bamboos are green forests are peaceful, and the heart is peaceful.’

Who is singing?

Moreover, this tone is hard to appreciate; it always feels that it is between out-of-tune and not out-of-tune, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Wang Sheng tried to "open his eyes" and found that he was in the darkness. He looked up in the direction of the singing, but saw a lake above his head, as if he was on his head.

A small boat floated in the lake, and a famous man wearing brocade robe and couldn't see his face clearly.

A name rose inexplicably in my heart, Emperor Ziwei.

He tried hard to turn himself around and take a closer look at the man who created "Ziwei Tianjian", but no matter how hard he tried, he was "hanging upside down" above the lake.

The lake began to be swallowed by the darkness, and the figure on the lake seemed to have discovered Wang Sheng, with his hands behind his back, raised his head, and a little smile appeared on his blurred face.

He spoke slowly, Wang Sheng didn't hear any voice, but a slight thought appeared in his heart.

After communicating with Yaoyun with his thoughts for a long time, Wang Sheng was very familiar with this communication method. Before the thoughts dissipated, he understood the words conveyed therein.

‘…I never thought that someone was still practicing this Ziwei Tianjian. I never accepted my disciples in my life and thought that my Taoist inheritance would be lost.

You are very good. When your Ziwei Tianjian is perfect, you will find other Taoist marks left by me, which may help you practice.

I spent half my life working on this technique. Don’t let it be lost. The descendant of Chunyang…’

‘Emperor!’ Wang Sheng shouted in his heart, but the darkness had swallowed up all the lakes and boats. At this time, the man who could not see his face clearly was also wrapped in darkness...

Wang Sheng asked in his heart: "Where is the Heavenly Court now?"

However, before the figure was swallowed by the darkness, it just smiled; there seemed to be many meanings in the smile, but it seemed to be just a simple feeling of relief.

In the darkness, Wang Sheng stood there with a loss of regret, and a pulling force was pulling his "body" forward.

The force of the traction became stronger and stronger, and Wang Sheng was flying faster and faster. Suddenly, a faint white light flashed in front of him. In a blink of an eye, countless stars rushed towards him!

Wang Sheng crashed into this endless sea of ​​stars...

The next moment, consciousness returned to the Nascent Soul. With a thought, Wang Sheng quickly began to look inside himself.

The sky mansion has recovered a little light, and the Qi Sea has begun to rotate again. Although its magic power is only one-tenth of that of its heyday, and although the Nascent Soul is still a little tired, it has recovered a little "spiritual".

The fierce battles made him a little overdrawn, and he had recovered a little of his energy at this time.

Then, Wang Sheng felt the feeling of "emptiness" emitted from his bones, like the feeling of hunger that a mortal had not eaten for a few days.

He began to try to absorb vital energy, and the rich vital energy around him rushes like a river, pouring into his body continuously.

A sense of satisfaction and joy arises naturally.

Daohen...

"Daohen? What is that?"

Wang Sheng murmured, this time he really opened his eyes, and the continuous snow peaks of the mountains were filled with them.

He was sitting cross-legged at this time, and his Taoist body absorbed his vitality and restored his own cultivation;

Wang Sheng looked to the side, and his senior sister was sitting cross-legged beside him, and at this time she seemed to have fallen into a state of meditation.

"Brother! How do you feel?"

Wang Xiaomiao shouted in surprise, came over from the other side, and pressed his little hand on Wang Sheng's forehead.

Wang Sheng was a little embarrassed. When he woke up, he saw his senior sister first, but his own sister didn't notice it.

As Xiao Miao shouted, Mu Wanxuan immediately opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Wang Sheng. Her bright starry eyes were full of surprise. Then... another little hand pressed against Dao Zheng Wang's forehead...

By the way, did he have a high fever just now or what?

There are other body languages ​​to express concern, so you don’t have to feel the temperature of his forehead…

"Senior sister, I'm fine, I'm almost recovered."

"Yes," Mu Wanxuan breathed a sigh of relief, then her little hand gently stroked the cheek of Daozheng Wang, her eyes full of tenderness.

Wang Sheng responded quickly, his eyes full of sweetness.

If it weren't for the master's dry cough coming from behind, Wang Sheng could have felt a few hidden and unreleased auras behind him. The brothers and sisters might have automatically ignored Wang Xiaomiao's existence and couldn't help but feel...

Wang Xiaomiao rolled her eyes, feeling tired and unable to complain.

Mu Wanxuan quickly shrank back her hand, blinked at Wang Sheng, then closed her eyes, pretending that she was practicing.

Wang Sheng quickly stood up, turned his head to face the master and several Taoist masters standing on the snow pile next to him, and bowed honestly.

"Disciple Wang Sheng, pay homage to Master and all the seniors."

The old master chuckled and said, "No need to be too polite."

"Come here to talk," Qing Yanzi smiled and greeted. Wang Sheng picked up the Wuling Sword lying beside him, grabbed Wang Xiaomiao's arm, and pulled her over to get along with the strongest Taoist masters in the Taoist world.

Wang Sheng walked to the side of several Taoist masters and saw that this place was the top of Mount Oquilla, and the town was at the foot of the mountain here.

The peak was arranged with a formation to absorb the vital energy between heaven and earth to gather towards this place, and blocking the strong wind and cold current.

When I walked to the side of several Taoist masters and looked down, I could see many figures wearing Taoist robes searching everywhere, and many people were also entering and leaving the mountains, or gathered in some quiet places to meditate and practice.

At this time, more than four hours had passed since the end of the war.

The old master asked in a gentle voice: "Is there any serious injury to non-verbal injuries?"

Wang Sheng held the rituals of his disciples and replied: "It's not a big deal, but I've lost my strength before. Thank you for your concern."

The Qinglong Zhenren smiled and sighed a few times, "The next wave of the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave, and the younger generation is better than the younger generation.

Feiyu, you, one by one, and one sword, have protected the lives of thousands of mortals in front of these foreign demons. It is really amazing."

Qing Yanzi saw that Wang Sheng didn't know how to answer, so he took the initiative to speak: "Senior, don't praise him anymore. Young people have unstable minds and can easily float to the sky."

Wang Sheng also took the opportunity to stagger the topic and asked what happened after he fell into a coma.

What surprised him was that the Taoist priests here at this time were all waiting for him to wake up here because they were worried about his injuries...

Qing Yanzi briefly talked about the previous war.

After paying the price of minor injuries to several people, the strongest Taoist group killed all the practitioners in the dark camp here without leaving any left.

Several Taoist masters who are good at doing rituals have performed on-site salvation on these destroyed evil cultivators based on humanitarian principles.

A Taoist priest felt that keeping these corpses might be used by the "corpse cultivator", so several Taoist priests spent some magic power to urge the "Xu Samadhi True Fire" to let them return to dust and earth, and there was no residue left.

When Wang Sheng saw it, there was already a piece of black soil below...

"Where are those masters of the dark camp?" Wang Sheng couldn't help but ask more. He was worried about letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

"Don't worry, we have all been killed," Qing Yanzi said, but then he paused and said, "The ancient prince named Galina is really good. It really took us some means to kill her.

However, Senior Xilian left behind a wisp of her soul, which is a small bat."

Wang Sheng frowned and said, "Master, what should I keep that thing for? Wouldn't it be better to kill it directly?"

"Killing is naturally something to be killed," Qing Yanzi smiled, "but Senior Xilian said that we are the one who defeated this duel between the Taoist world and the cultivation world. We cannot let us go in vain. She not only took away the soul of Prince Galina, but also took over the souls of many vampires from generation to generation princes, dukes, marquis and others.

Now, Senior Xilian is bringing twenty or thirty people to prepare storage magic weapons, plunder and carry the blood clan’s family’s assets everywhere.”

Wang Sheng hung a few black lines on his forehead...

Daomen...

Forget it, what Sister Xilian said is somewhat reasonable. Let’s regard these as spoils.

Several Daoye nodded with a smile, and obviously they all sent their disciples to make money with their elder sister.

Xilian took the big head, and each family had some soup and water. It was also good.

The immortal Mengpo has already returned, so she should not leave the little underworld for too long; even the gate of ghosts disappears, and the formation here also dissipates on its own after the enemy is destroyed.

The thousands of hostages had been taken away by the combat readiness team rushed over from behind. At this time, they were gathering at an airport rented and embarked on the way home.

From the outbreak of the incident to the end of the "most hostages" a few hours later, the power of the Dahua Kingdom's Taoist cultivation world was completely established this time.

A Taoist priest shot the subsequent battle in full, and these videos were also released by the official government of Dahua.

It is said that the scene is quite scary...

Qing Yanzi said: "This time the Western Dark Clan was seriously injured. Several seniors discussed and took this opportunity to completely remove the Dark Clan.

The blood clan cannot be kept, but the werewolf clan took the initiative to contact us and said that they wanted to jointly eliminate the blood clan, but they have not replied to this matter yet.

Next, you can recover with peace of mind; we decided to divide into three teams and sweep away the evil cultivators from abroad in three directions.

Xiaosheng, everyone is waiting for your opinion. What do you think this is the case?"

"Master, just make a decision with a few seniors," Wang Sheng pondered for a while, "These werewolfs are not kind people. We don't have to pay attention to them. They will take action if they want to.

But, the disciple has something to report.”

"Just say it."

"Miss Dai'er has asked for help from the Light Clan several times, but the Light Clan is indifferent. I suggest that when targeting the dark camp this time, don't fall behind the Light Clan."

"Yes," Taoist Master Qinglong said coldly, "These overseas practitioners who claim to be righteous will ignore the battle that is close to you! They are not unable to act, they must have the idea of ​​letting both the Taoist world and the dark camp suffer the defeat, and their hearts are punished!"

Maoshan leader said: "But they have also taken the word "right" after all. If we take action rashly, it will probably... damage our international image of China."
To be continued...