The teahouse in the downtown city is lively and quiet.

Xuan Ji looked at the long-lost sunshine outside the door, and a ripple appeared in her eyes. There were thousands of things in the cave, but she was not free in the end.

She looked at An Qisheng who was sitting quietly and drinking tea, with a quiet breath, with a complex expression: "Brother Dao's entry is really unexpected."

Two years before being suppressed in the cave, An Qisheng would occasionally go to the cave to guide several people in the practice. Her senses were very sharp.

It can clearly sense that this Yuanyang Taoist is ten times more dangerous than a year ago.

If it is already unfathomable, the perception at this time is as if a mortal is looking at the sky, empty, and it only feels as if he has seen everything, but it seems that he can't see anything.

"It's not as big as I thought."

An Qisheng took a sip of tea, and the tea was a little bitter.

In the eyes of Xuan Ji and even many people watching him in Dongzhou, his progress was shocking, but for him, it was not the case.

The practice of crossing the world of practice and the time he entered a dream was ten times more than Xuan Ji, which was longer than that of Taosi.

What you have now is nothing more than steady progress.

"Brother Dao knows that your understatement can be ashamed of the millions of heroes in ancient and modern times."

Xuan Ji sighed lightly.

After years of suppression, she extinguished her thoughts of becoming an enemy of An Qisheng.

With such amazing entry, there have been few people in Dongzhou since ancient times, and those existences are legends and myths that she can’t even reach.

"I don't know how many kings and princes there are in the ancient and modern times of the East China. There are nine provinces, four seas, endless deserts, and dragons and phoenixes. Who can tell it clearly?"

An Qisheng put down the teacup and glanced lightly at the Dharma that was slowly walking down the long street:

"You said, is this the idea of ​​Destroying the Revelation Dao or your Holy Land of the Nether Moon?"

The ten major sects and three holy places in the East China region have complex relationships, grudges and alliances.

Behind the Dao of Destroying Love is the Holy Land of the Mingyue.

This is not a secret.

With his eyesight, the unforgivable intention of Fa can naturally be concealed, and even the moment he began to realize it.

It’s just because there are too many people staring at him in the world, and there are too many who are malicious to him, so I’m too lazy to check them one by one.

But when he came to him, even if he had the spirit treasure to suppress his own luck, he could not hide it from him.

The law at this time is unpardoned, which is equivalent to a 'tale'.

The "tale" of the Thirty-Seven Method to destroy the talisman!

"The moon hangs high in the sky, and it is not a fight with the world. Even though there are descendants of the Mingyue, people compete with each other, regardless of the victory or defeat, life or death, it has nothing to do with the sect..."

Xuan Ji shook her head, rejecting the possibility of the Mingyue Holy Land taking action, and looked at the gradually approaching Dharma with a hint of regret:

"This method is a bit courageous."

The two confrontations between Tianjiao City and Bai Yujing almost established An Qisheng's status as the number one person in the East China in contemporary times.

At this moment, those who dare to come to the door on their own initiative are naturally very courageous.

Those who came with malicious intentions were almost "death soldiers" who put life and death aside.

However, the inheritance of the Dao of Destroyed Love has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, so naturally it is also a loyal disciple, which is not surprising.

The two ends of the long street are only three or four miles apart. Fa Wuhua walked step by step, but he felt that he had been walking as long as his life. The moment he walked into the teahouse, his whole body was already sweating like pulp.

But when you step into the teahouse, you will feel an indescribable and peaceful atmosphere filled with it, and the invisible center became quiet.

"Huh~"

Fa Wushe slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air from his abdomen and bowed slightly: "Fa Wushe, I have seen Senior Yuanyang."

Buzz ~

There seem to be ripples spreading in the void.

There are still guests in the teahouse, and there are endless pedestrians outside the door, but everyone seems to have not seen the law at all, or they have ignored the three of them.

"Dongzhou says that the Kings are the first to be granted the King Lingbao, but in fact, it is dangerous. The Thirty-Seventh Dharma Destroys is the first to be granted the King."

An Qisheng glanced at him indifferently.

There are many spiritual treasures in Dongzhou. He has seen several revived items such as Ten Thousand Dragon Boats, the "Blood Refining Battle Dragon Flag", the Lingtian Sword, and others. He has also personally entered the Kings' Platform.

But these are not as dangerous as the "Three Seven Methods of Destruction of the Talisman".

He suppressed people from a very large sect and knew countless practice techniques. Of course, there was also the secret method of the soul of the "Three Seven Methods to Destroy the Talisman".

With the Dharma, treasure can be seen.

Naturally, he would not underestimate the Deqing Dao.

"Senior, praise it."

A peaceful and peaceful aura filled my heart, and the fear in Fa Wuhua's heart couldn't help but eased a lot, barely suppressing other distracting thoughts.

It’s not that he is afraid of death, but that the Taoist’s aura is too terrifying.

Just after looking at him, I felt like this empty feeling of a mortal falling into the starry sky, with no focus on the upper and lower sides.

I couldn't help but feel aroused.

If possible, he didn't want to be an enemy of this man at all.

"What's the point of your death?" Xuan Ji spoke, his voice cold and with a hint of pity. The Dao of Deqing has a lot of contact with the Holy Land of Mingyue, so the two of them naturally knew each other.

She didn't understand why Mieqingdao insisted on doing this.

Whether it is a holy land or a sect, a thousand years can be enough to endure the Heavenly Ding Emperor in just a flash of his fingers. In theory, it should be able to endure the talent of Yuanyang Taoist.

Unless there is a reason to do it.

"Xuan Ji Fairy's Cave is condensed, but I want to congratulate you."

Fa Wuhe then saw Xuan Ji, who stood beside An Qisheng, who seemed to be pouring water for him, was surprised and a little disappointed.

Xuan Ji is beautiful and talented. She was once the goddess in his mind, but now, the goddess is falling into dust and a hint of sadness is inevitable in her heart.

"Just just a prisoner, what are you going to congratulate?"

Seeing that he didn't reply, Xuan Ji didn't want to persuade him anymore. He replied coldly, but ignored him, but just raised his hand and poured a cup of hot tea for An Qisheng.

It’s hard to persuade the damn ghost.

She knew very well that although this Taoist Yuanyang was not a bloodthirsty person, she would be so decisive once she took action.

Even if the Thanqi Dharma Destroying Talisman is invincible, it cannot be saved without mercy.

"The power of the ten major sects and the three major holy places is too grand. The tens of thousands of years of acquisition and acquisition have made you unable to resist any disobedience."

An Qisheng picked up the teacup and slowly chewed the taste of the tea, with a calm expression:

"But they forgot that the leaders and saints before the Middle Ages were all heroes and were not enough to be named marquis. Now, they are just famous but not worthy of their ranks..."

If a person is in a good mood and in a heart, he will be in charge of life and death for thousands of years, he will naturally not allow anyone to violate the situation or even threaten his own position.

Buzz ~

An Qisheng pushed the tea cover lightly, but he automatically released a wisp of his own breath and took the initiative to meet the "tale" that was ready to move in Fawushe's body:

"You try it, can you curse me!"

"Um?!"

Fa Wuhe was shocked and wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a black air as dark as ink was already spitting out.

His body shook, and then countless black air flowed out from the countless pores around him.

In an instant, an extremely evil painting was drawn between the two, like a book and a talisman, with ghosts and gods sobbing and endless resentment.

The moment it emerged, a fierce and extremely cold slap in all directions.

"Are you really going to use Wang Bao to curse the Taoist Yuanyang?"

Xuan Ji frowned. She knew very well what this 'talisman' meant.

The original body of the Thanqi Dharma Destroyer is the most terrifying divine weapon that once cursed and killed a powerful king-level powerful man. The cursed and killed invisible and intangible, which is the most terrifying.

It is precisely because of this that the amazing and stunning ancestor of the Deqingdao was killed on the mountain wall by... from the air nail!

If you can be so afraid of those people, you can imagine the power of the Thirty-Seven Destruction Talisman.

If you use this method to be the first to be a king, you will have the power to curse and kill all enemies in the world, and this Yuanyang Taoist did not have the power to be a king, Lingbao, to suppress his own luck.

How to resist?

Buzz buzz ~

The black fog sucked and blew the dangerous aura, and the void was buzzing, but under An Qisheng's constraints, it only existed in the void that was constantly stretching between the two.

Several guests were still talking a lot, and seemed to have no idea what horrible things were happening beside them.

"Ho ho~"
To be continued...