For a moment, neither of them spoke.

In the extreme, it is a road of no return.

Especially for that type of extreme realm, once you enter it, you will only remember one goal.

"Tongzhang...why...why don't you bow your head?" The woman with a golden belt suddenly said in a deep voice.

The goddess Tongzhang stretched out her hands and crossed them in front of her body, stroking them gently with her fingers.

"Many reasons."

She smiled.

"There are my own and others'..."

"Actually, the extreme realm is far from being as strong as imagined... It's still flesh and blood, and it's still powerless." The woman with the gold belt said softly.

"..." Tongzhang didn't speak any more. He lowered his head and stretched out his hand, and lightly traced the streets of Dadu with his index finger.

In this world, there are always some people who don’t want to be dogs and don’t want to bow their heads forever.

She is like this, and so is that person.

Everyone believes that it is impossible for humans to defeat them with flesh and blood.

But she didn't believe it.

Some things, if you don't give them a try, you will never see hope.

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Tianbao Palace.

In the Minghe Neigong within the Sandaodao Palace.

Fang Zhiyun sat in front of many pilgrims and disciples, wearing a gorgeous Taoist robe, holding a stone scripture book, and constantly recited passages of the Sutra of Transit of Life.

This scripture is mainly used to reverse fortune and make people become more lucky.

The duration is said to be within two days.

Of course, the cowhide has been blown out, so I don’t know if it really has any transport function.

Anyway, as the palace master, Fang Zhiyun himself didn’t know whether he had changed or not, he just thought about it.

In the entire Minghe Inner Palace, there were hundreds of people sitting cross-legged and chanting together.

The dozen or so people sitting in the center were all spiritual nobles from the capital and important representatives of various forces.

Everyone is here for the transfer.

Many people were originally under great psychological pressure, but under the influence of the scriptures, they gradually stabilized.

As time passed, slowly, more than ten minutes passed, and the chanting of the sutra was completed.

The Taoist boys around also began to clean up the miscellaneous matters of the ceremony.

Palace Master Fang Zhiyun finished the ceremony, picked up the fly whisk and said goodbye to the distinguished guests who got up one by one.

As the pilgrims left one by one, the incense box on the right was filled again.

Soon, the pilgrims left one after another.

In the end, there was only one long-haired woman wearing goose-yellow long sleeves and trousers, with a maid beside her, quietly waiting for the others to leave.

Fang Zhiyun also saw that the other party had something to say, and immediately signaled the other party to wait.

After changing his clothes and washing up, he returned to the main hall.

"Is there something wrong with this layman?"

Among the three palace masters of Tianbao Palace, Fang Zhiyun is the one with the mildest temper, but he is also the one whom Master Yue Dewen respects and trusts the most.

The yellow-haired woman smiled and said: "My master ordered me to come and ask the palace master. Do the favors I received at the Lihen Hall still count?"

The kind smile on Fang Zhiyun's face disappeared instantly, he paused in shock, and then he smiled bitterly.

"Of course. Please tell me."

"It seems that the palace master guessed that we would come?" the woman in yellow said with a smile.

"It would be weird if you didn't come at such a critical time." Fang Zhiyun shook his head. "Go ahead, I'll do my best."

"This man." The woman in yellow gently handed over a scroll of paper, "My master hopes that you will protect him and prevent him from leaving Tianbao Palace and getting involved in the vortex in front of you."

Fang Zhiyun looked around, and the Taoist priests guarding him suddenly turned their heads and turned their backs to this side.

Only then did he reach out and take the scroll, slowly unfolding it.

On the scroll, there is a clear line written: Zhang Ying, thirty-five years old, golden elixir level in literary skills, ninth level in martial arts, Wushan Spirit Envoy of the Golden Wing Tower....

There is a series of related experiences, martial arts methods, etc. that follow.

Fang Zhiyun frowned at first, but then he saw that in the martial arts column, he was clearly the spiritual envoy of the Golden Wing Tower, but actually there were all Taoist methods on it.

His eyes suddenly became strange.

"Where is his Golden Roc Secret Record?"

"I haven't practiced." The woman in yellow was also speechless, "Okay, I have brought you the words. Your teaching may have some objections to him, but I still ask the palace master to make a final decision."

"With such qualifications... don't worry, I will voice my support." Fang Zhiyun nodded seriously.

The thirty-five-year-old Jindan stage, although already over thirty, has good qualifications. He is in a somewhat embarrassing position among the younger generation in Tianbao Palace.

Fang Zhiyun knew very well that although this person's qualifications were excellent.

But not to the point where he could offend Xizong and other forces for his sake.

If Zhang Ying's true identity is revealed, then there will definitely be people in the palace who feel that just because he is Zhang Ying, he has provoked terrorist forces such as Xizong and the Induction Sect.

Not worth it.
Chapter completed!