From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Hong Yi is a disciple born out of wedlock, and his mother is a lowly concubine who has died. In the Wu Wenhou Mansion, which has strict rules and attaches great importance to etiquette, he can be said to have the lowest status.

Although he had been well-read in classics, history, poetry and books since childhood, and had long since cultivated his inner self to be insightful and strong, and not easily moved by external things, he had almost never been praised by outsiders.

It is for this reason that Hong Yi felt his blood boiling when he heard the praise from the mysterious senior Xu Xing.

Tu Shan Sang also came back to her senses at this time. Her reverence for the master finally overwhelmed her hesitation. The girl came up to Xu Xing, poked him with her hand, and said in surprise:

"Grandmaster, your spirit is so solid!"

Xu Xing laughed in silence and reached out to rub the girl's hair. Tu Shansang smiled, squinted his eyes, tilted his little face, rubbed his arm, and looked quite enjoying it.

Yin Yue then noticed Tu Shansang. He looked at this intelligent girl, a gleam of light in his eyes, and he sensed something strange, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

"Master, could this be..."

While stroking Tushan Sang, Xu Xing looked up at Yin Yue and smiled.

"As you thought, Xiao Sang is not a reincarnated ghost fairy, but a fox demon who transformed into a human."

"Transformed into a human?"

Yin Yue was a little bit unbelievable.

In this world, even the eight great demon immortals in the world, and even the ancestor of the Demon God Cave in Yunwu Mountain, the demon ape Ba who has survived six thunder tribulations, do not have the ability to transform into a human.

If they want to manifest a human body, either their souls must travel and condense into a human body through thoughts, or they must reincarnate. There is no third way.

At this moment, Yin Yue suddenly remembered something.

It seemed that in the other world, when the monsters practiced to a certain level, they could transform their bodies into human forms. The half-human, half-dragon appearance he just revealed was a manifestation of this.

At this time, Yin Yue also understood what Xu Xing meant by "practicing in a mixed way".

Although he obtained some of Xu Xing's memories, he had never properly sorted out these gains in the past twenty years due to his confused mind, and he applied them entirely based on instinct.

It seems that it is time to calm down and retreat.

Facing Yin Yue's surprised look, Xu Xing had no sense of having accomplished a feat. Instead, he looked a little regretful. He shook his head, sighed, and said regretfully:

"For the past twenty years, I have been trapped in the West Mountain, unable to escape. When I had nothing to do, I tried to use the shapeshifting method to create a human body for these mountain foxes that have accompanied me for many years.

It's just that the human body structure in your world is different from what I know, and there is no martial arts master strong enough to enter rashly. There is not enough material, so even if you try your best, you can only do this much.

Now their martial arts ceiling is basically locked at the peak of martial saint. Even if their boxing skills and boxing intentions can be improved, it is extremely difficult to open up the acupoints and cultivate the body of a human immortal. "

Yin Yue sighed:
“The peak of martial arts is also an incredible achievement. Even in the Great Zen Temple in the past, only the four kings were able to master this level of boxing.

As for reshaping a demon body into a human body, this is really... unbelievable."

Xu Xing looked at him and shook his head:

“In fact, when martial arts is practiced to a very high level, it can also change in a myriad of ways, and the changes are made from the source of life.

However, I have never reached that level, so it is difficult for me to fully describe its beauty. I can only imitate it slightly. "

The method that Xu Xing used to shape the human bodies of this group of foxes was based on the fundamental principle of first restoring the bodies to vital energy, and then gradually shaping them into human form from the vital energy.

This method worked extremely well in the last world, but something went wrong in this world.

Because humans in the "Yangshen World" are born with acupoints that resonate with the stars. After practicing martial arts to the human immortal realm, they must open these acupoints one by one, and use this as a foundation to make further progress.

The method of measuring the acupoints is a secret in all sects. Even the Great Zen Temple's secret book of immortals, "The Present Tathagata Sutra", only records the locations of 108 acupoints.

Although Xu Xing has calculated the locations of a number of acupoints by observing the changes in the stars over the years, there is still a huge difference compared to the 1,197 acupoints in the human body.

Moreover, these acupoints are interconnected, and if one moves one part, it will affect the entire body. For the time being, Xu Xing only dared to experiment on his own divine stone spirit fetus, which had not yet been fully conceived, and did not dare to rashly open the acupoints of the little foxes.

Therefore, although the human body he created can practice the martial arts of this world normally, its upper limit is locked at the peak martial arts realm, and he can only switch to practicing the martial arts system he created.

However, the previous lack of knowledge of the acupoints was due to the lack of powerful human immortals as materials. Now this is not...

Thinking of this, Xu Xing's eyes lit up and he glanced at Yinyue inconspicuously.

The monk noticed his gaze and his face froze. He felt a chill running up from his tailbone and said in a low voice:

"Master, I, this poor monk, this poor monk..."

The memories that Yin Yue had absorbed had all been distorted and alienated by the evil will of Demon Lord Wutan, so when he was unconscious, he played the role of a powerful enemy that Xu Xing had defeated, rather than Xu Xing himself.

Therefore, although he knew that if the two of them let go and fought each other, he would most likely win, but facing this leader, Yin Yue still couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Xu Xing said with a pleasant expression:
"Master, don't be nervous. We haven't seen each other for many years. Why don't you stay for a while and have a good chat."

Yin Yue swallowed.

Over the past twenty years, even though his mind was in a state of confusion, his boxing skills and boxing intentions had made great progress. It was hard to imagine how much more rapid progress this leader would make. If he could communicate with him...

Since Yinyue regained her consciousness, she also recalled the bloody morning when the Great Zen Temple was destroyed.

The hatred towards the imperial court, the Supreme Dao, and Meng Shenji, the strongest man in the world, immediately surged up uncontrollably and filled the heart of this fighting Buddha.

Over the years, he has constantly changed his identity, challenged major families and sects, and seized the Demon God Cave in Yunwu Mountain as his base. To a large extent, he was subconsciously influenced by this emotion.

But that’s not enough!

If you want revenge, you need stronger power!
Yinyue thought of this and nodded heavily.

Hong Yi, who was standing aside, was also shaken by what he heard. He gained a deeper understanding of the leader's methods and couldn't help but clench his fists.

For Hong Yi, this was a golden opportunity to change his destiny, but he had not yet figured out how to ask the master to accept him as a disciple.

Xu Xing also looked over at the right time, with a light that could see through people's hearts in his eyes. He then looked at Yin Yue and said with a smile:

"Master, what do you think of this young man? Is he qualified to be the new abbot of your Great Zen Temple?"

Yin Yue was surprised when she heard this:
"The leader actually obtained the 'Past Amitabha Sutra'?"

"Past Amitabha Sutra" is the supreme secret book that only the abbots of the Great Zen Temple can read. Now that Xu Xing asked this, he must be holding this sutra in his hand.

Xu Xing smiled:
"My disciples migrated here from the Great Chan Monastery. They brought with them a batch of secret books from the Great Chan Monastery. I also found this 'Past Amitabha Sutra' from among them."

Yin Yue was very satisfied with Hong Yi's bravery and perseverance in the face of life and death, but after hesitating for a moment, he still hesitated:

"Master, isn't this a bit too vicious...?"

Yin Yue had just heard that Hong Yi was the son of Hong Xuanji.

During the siege of Dachan Temple, this Wu Wenhou also made great efforts. If Hong Yi had become the abbot, wouldn't he have been forced to kill his son?

Although Yin Yue deeply hated the king and minister Hong Xuanji and Yang Pan, she was a monk after all and was compassionate. She was unwilling to retaliate against them in this way.

Although Hong Yi was young, he was very smart and guessed what Yin Yue was thinking, but he did not dare to speak out rashly, for fear that the master would think he was ungrateful and act as if he was just waiting to be told what to do.

Xu Xingqi smiled and said:
"You are a big monk, but you have a lot of bad ideas in your mind. You don't look like a vegetarian at all."

Seeing him like this, Yin Yue did not dare to speak loudly, and only added cautiously:

"Master, I was like this twenty years ago..."

Facing Yin Yue's resentful gaze, even a thick-skinned man like Xu Xing could not bear it. He groaned, turned his face away, took out a long scroll from his sleeve, and told the story:

"Since I got the 'Past Amitabha Sutra', I have combined its unchanging and true characteristics with my own boxing skills to create a set of magical powers that combine martial arts and Taoism. It is just right for a disciple like you who has never practiced before.

As for the grudges in the Great Chan Temple, you don't have to pay attention to them. The title of abbot is just an empty title, and there is no need to shave your head and become a monk. All dharmas are originally formless, so why should we be bound by the boundaries between those inside and outside the Buddhist sect?"

Considering Xu Xing's status and what had been said, Hong Yi really couldn't think of any reason to refuse. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed to acknowledge this ancestor.

Seeing this, Xu Xing flicked his sleeves and froze his figure, saying unhappily:
"I seldom kneel in my life, and I cannot bear to see others kneeling. Don't do this again in the future. In our lineage, we are not bound by etiquette and laws, as long as we don't do anything that harms the world or goes against our conscience."

Yin Yue suddenly remembered something, her expression changed, and she said hurriedly:
"There is a great secret in the master's 'Past Amitabha Sutra', and there is an ancestral precept in the temple that no two people are allowed to practice together in one generation. If not, disaster will surely befall them!"

Xu Xing didn't care and waved his hand:

"I have heard about this, but there is no need to take it too seriously. As for the principles of this past sutra, I have already passed it on."

He put his hands behind his back, looked up outside the secret house, and said with a smile:

"As for the talk of disasters, they are not to be trusted. You and I are extraordinary people, so we should follow extraordinary ways.

What's more, I really want to know what in the world can punish me."

As soon as these words came out, Xu Xing naturally exuded an invincible and arrogant demeanor.

When Yin Yue saw this, she knew that she couldn't persuade him, and other thoughts arose in her mind. Having reached their level of cultivation, they had their own spirit and dignity.

Even if the founder of the Great Zen Temple, Master Yuanhuang, were to be resurrected, given Yinyue's current state of mind, she would mostly respect him, without the slightest fear of him.

After all, the "Past Sutra" is just the inheritance of the Yuan Emperor. What taboos are there that he cannot touch? !

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Yin Yue's state of mind was like the autumn moon, with all the dust wiped away. Her entire body radiated a clear and spotless glass glow from the inside out, and it was obvious that she had gained great enlightenment.

Xu Xing clapped his hands and exclaimed:

"Natural disasters are nothing to be feared, and ancestors are nothing to be followed. Congratulations to Brother Dao for breaking through this barrier and making further progress."

Yin Yue restrained her expression and bowed deeply to Xu Xing as a token of thanks.

Hong Yi opened the scroll that Xu Xing had given him, and saw a half-roc, half-Buddha figure depicted inside.

The arms of this Buddha have transformed into wings, and the wings are gilded and extremely intricate. He sits cross-legged on a twelve-petal golden lotus. His face is like a golden roc, with a red dot between his eyebrows. A bright light hangs behind his head, which is round and unobstructed, illuminating the universe.

Although he had the appearance of a Buddha, the unruly and fierce spirit of the Golden-Winged Roc could be seen through the paper, making Hong Yi feel uncomfortable all over, as if he had really been targeted by this ferocious bird and had nowhere to escape.

Hong Yi pinched his fingers and calmed his mind, but he saw that the red dot between his eyebrows looked like a glass bead, with a flowing luster and constantly changing colors. The pair of wings showed different appearances in the changing light and shadow.

Hong Yi vaguely saw two pale golden arms covered with fine golden patterns. The arms shook and turned, twisting inch by inch, and their skin and flesh merged into the Buddha's light, appearing extremely solemn and sacred.

Seeing Hong Yi looking absorbed in the scene, Xu Xing chanted in a long voice:
"There is no distinction between the swallow, the sparrow, and the swan. Commoners share a cup of wine with the nobles. I am the roc in the clouds, I only look at the sky and refuse to fly."

Hong Yi was stunned immediately.

This poem was written as a playful work of his. As it expressed his grand ambitions, it had never been shown to anyone. How could the master know about it?
But after listening to this old work, Hong Yi looked at the picture of the Golden Peng Buddha in his hand again, and felt even more deeply moved. He wished he could really transform into a big Peng, leave the lotus platform, flap his wings and fly 90,000 miles, without any constraints from heaven and earth.

He finally understood why Xu Xing would teach him this magical power. He was deeply moved and rolled up the scroll with both hands. He imitated the moon and bowed deeply to Xu Xing, saying sincerely:
"Thank you, Master, for the teachings."

Xu Xing accepted it calmly, rubbed Tu Shansang beside him, pushed the little girl towards Hong Yi, and said with a smile:

"You have just entered the sect, so you should practice with Xiao Sang. If you don't understand something, ask them. If you still don't understand something, come to the cave to find me."

Before Hong Yi could say anything, Tu Shansang had already jumped up and leaped to his side, looking very clever and said cheerfully:

"Respectfully follow the instructions of our ancestors!"

As he was talking, the little fox had already pulled Hong Yi and was retreating out of the secret residence. He wanted to teach him the basic knowledge of the cultivation world, and also to give an explanation to the rest of the fox clan for what happened today.

After the man and the fox left, Yin Yue suddenly spoke:
"Master, the dragon soul under the Taishi Mountain in the past, and the treasure it guarded, is it..."

Deep in the Taishi Mountain, there is an underground palace, which was built by the ancestors of the Dachan Temple. It contains the Yuan Emperor's robes and the "Tathagata Kasaya", which are magic weapons of the Yang God and have infinite power.

In order to protect this robe, the masters of the Great Zen Temple also enlightened the earth veins of Taishi Mountain, allowing it to become intelligent and transform into a dragon soul to guard the "Tathagata Robe".

This dragon soul is the result of tens of millions of years of earth energy from the Taishi Mountain. Its strength is comparable to that of a legendary giant who has survived six thunder tribulations. It is an unparalleled master of the first class of the Demon God Cave Heaven Demon Ancestor, capable of dominating the world.

Even the king and his minister, Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji, could not do anything to the dragon soul when the Boat of Fortune was damaged.

However, when Yin Yue revived, she did not feel the aura of the dragon soul or the "Tathagata Robe" it was guarding in the ruins of Taishi Mountain, so she guessed that Xu Xing might have taken it away first.

Xu Xing nodded, his spirit fell to the ground, and he stamped his feet.

“When I fell into the depths of Taishi Mountain, I broke the seal set by your ancestors of Dachan Temple and accidentally released the dragon soul and the Tathagata robe.

They also helped me bear some of the evil spirit, which has not yet awakened. When the spring thunder comes, I will use the power of thunder to eliminate the evil spirit in one fell swoop, and then I will be able to release it.

However, the dragon soul of Taishi Mountain has already coveted the Tathagata's robe, so there will be some twists and turns."

Upon hearing this, Yin Yue's eyebrows raised and he was filled with murderous intent.

"If it is willing to convert, that's fine. If not, I will have no choice but to kill it and send it to the afterlife so that it can be reincarnated in the next life."

His current appearance is just like the wrathful form of Vairocana Tathagata. He will use his great power and mighty virtue to subdue all evil demons and heretics.

Xu Xing wrote lightly:
"It has no right to choose."

Yin Yue then remembered that, from her memory, although this leader had always acted uprightly, he was also extremely proficient in the magic of the underworld. It was a simple matter for him to change the mind of a dragon soul.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look forward to it:
"When the spring thunder sounds, the leader will be born, and he will surely shock the world, and the dream god will not be outshined."

Xu Xing shook his head and said:

“Meng Shenji has now survived the eighth thunder tribulation, but because he lost his human immortal body, he has fallen into a weak period and is being hunted down by people all over the world.

The sixth or seventh thunder tribulation is a big hurdle. This is my first time to go through a tribulation, and I have never separated my spirit and soul into thoughts. It may be difficult for me to cultivate into a creator.

But even if it fails, the road to becoming a martial arts immortal will certainly take a big step forward. Adding the two together, it will at least be as strong as the Seven Tribulations Creator, or the peak immortal of "One Acupoint Generates Hundred Acupoints", or even stronger. "

During the past twenty years, Xu Xing has already figured out his next path and has a clear plan, which he just needs to put into practice.

The first thing is to take advantage of the sudden sound of spring thunder to transcend the tribulation and become a thunder tribulation ghost immortal.

In the Yangshen world, only the world where Xu Xing lives has the concept of thunder tribulation. In many other realms, there is no such thunder that contains the principles of life and death and represents the will of heaven, earth and the universe.

Even the strong ones in the central world of Tianwaitian can only build a sky thunder platform and draw lightning from the void to practice Taoism and become a ghost fairy. His divine stone spirit fetus and the depths of his soul are still tainted by the evil will of the Wutian Demon Lord, and he needs to use the power of thunder to eliminate it.

Secondly, Xu Xing also needs to collect the secret methods of refining the orifices in this world.

According to the common sense of martial arts in the Yangshen world, one must first cultivate at least hundreds of acupoints, and then open a mysterious acupoint to reach the peak human immortal realm of "one acupoint connecting a hundred acupoints" before one can cultivate the "essence of boxing intent."

After reaching this realm, the human immortal's fist intent can cross infinite time and space, and strike the universe from the sky beyond the sky. It can also condense into a physical form, move mountains and seas, and be comparable to the strong who have experienced eight thunder tribulations and refined their souls to become gods.

Although Xu Xing had mastered the means of "Boxing Intention Essence" in advance, he lacked the support of acupoints. Regardless of the range, accuracy, and power of his attack, he was not able to compare with the genuine "Boxing Intention Essence" masters in this world.

But if he could make up for the missing acupoints and reach the state of "one acupoint connecting a hundred acupoints", he would immediately become a true "boxing essence" strong man, or even go a step further.

However, although Daqian World is the center of the universe and the source of all Taoism, martial arts, and civilization, after several eras, the development of martial arts has become extremely weak. Even human immortals can be counted on one hand, and the methods of refining the orifices are even fewer.

If possible, Xu Xing still wanted to leave this world and go to the central world of Tianwai Tian, ​​which was dedicated to practicing martial arts and recorded 1,197 acupoints.

However, the danger of the Central World of Tianwai Tianxia is much higher than that of the current Great Thousand World. Even a strong man who has experienced nine thunder tribulations and is half a step away from becoming a Yang God cannot act recklessly in the Central World.

Thinking of this, Xu Xing let out a breath.

It is undeniable that the Yangshen world is indeed countless times more dangerous than the previous world. The True Immortals of the previous world, if converted to here, would only be able to withstand six thunder tribulations in terms of destructive power.

However, in today's world, the only powerful people above the Seven Tribulations Creator are Meng Shenji, Yuanqi Shen of Jingyuan Temple, and at most one seriously injured Dark Emperor Taoist of Xuantian Pavilion.

In Xu Xing's eyes today, such a place is not much different from a novice village, and it is a novice village full of endless treasures.

Well, the skills of the Supreme Dao and the Heavenly Scripture of Creation of the imperial court are both supreme secret books of the Yang God level. The Blood and Vitality Collection of the Jingyuan Temple is also good...

Speaking of which, Guan Jun Hou is also a classic treasure-giving boy. Should we go and harvest some in advance and at least get the Panhuang Life Sword?
Although Xu Xing has been traveling around the world and has met many characters that he was familiar with in his previous life, such as Qiao Feng, Zhang Sanfeng, and Zhuge Zhengwo, he has never encountered a world where he can use intelligence advantages to dig for treasures and seize opportunities in advance.

So, when he thought of this, he felt a sense of comfort in his heart, filled with the joy of a good harvest.

Just as Xu Xing was thinking about how to become stronger, Hong Yi also followed Tu Shansang out of the secret house and headed to the Xishan Fox Clan’s residence.

These foxes were originally mortals, but after being enlightened by Xu Xing and gaining wisdom, they began to respect the immortals.

Therefore, the pavilions and palaces built by these foxes are also decorated with jade, pearl curtains and embroidered screens. They are indescribably brilliant and gorgeous, full of brilliance and beauty to the extreme.

Although Hong Yi also came from a wealthy family, he was shocked when he saw this scene and almost thought he was dreaming.

Among these pavilions, there is a circular square that looks like it is made of white jade, with about a hundred white foxes sitting in it. Each of these white foxes holds a book in his hand, but his expression is very nervous, and they all look outside the square, which is very spiritual.

It was obvious that they were overwhelmed by the shock just now.

Tu Shansang looked at his shocked expression, and felt a little secretly happy in his heart. He smiled and explained:

"Since these palaces were built, the elders of the tribe have used magic to conceal their true appearance. Otherwise, those humans would have broken through the doorstep long ago!"

The little girl held up her hair, wrinkled her nose, and said unhappily:

"When one day I have mastered the Taoist methods of my ancestor, I will go down the mountain and conquer the world without any rivals. I will let all humans know the might of our West Mountain Fox Tribe and no one will dare to provoke us again!"

When Tu Shansang said this, she waved her delicate little fist. Hong Yi looked at it and couldn't help but smile knowingly. He felt that this little girl was extremely cute, but he couldn't help but sigh.

He had already heard from the conversation between Xu Xing and Yin Yue that the peaceful life in Xishan would not last long.

——If that’s the case, I should work hard.

Tu Shansang was unaware of Hong Yi's psychological changes. He just ran to the pavilion and met an elder named Tu Lao. He explained what had just happened to him, then ran back and led Hong Yi to a pavilion.

“These pavilions are prepared for the little fox that is about to transform. Now they are just right for you to use. Old Tu has many books in his collection. If you have time to practice, you can go and pay a visit to him.

Old Tu is the most knowledgeable elder in our clan. He was the first to discover the portrait of the ancestor and was accepted by the ancestor as his disciple. "

Tu Shansang said this, then looked at Hong Yi again, exclaimed, and his eyes rolled around, and he said happily:
"Speaking of which, you have already been accepted as a disciple by the Grandmaster, so we are now considered to be from the same sect.

According to the rules, you should call me Senior Sister. Hehe, I am finally not the youngest among the ancestors' disciples anymore!"

As the little girl spoke, she put her hands on her hips, her white sleeves fluttering, looking majestic and powerful.

Hong Yi smiled, put the scroll in his hand on the desk, then bowed to the little girl and said softly:

"Little brother Hong Yi, nice to meet you, Senior Sister."

Tu Shansang nodded with satisfaction, enjoying the respectful gaze of his junior fellow apprentice, then took out two large volumes and placed them on Hong Yi's desk. He then sat on the bed again, crossed his legs, held his cheeks with his hands, and said slowly:

"These two books are the 'Martial Classics' and 'Tao Classics' compiled when your Daqian Dynasty was founded. They also include annotations by Zen Master Yinyue. They are perfect for you, Junior Brother, to broaden your horizons."

At this point, Tu Shansang thought of his previous experience. Far from feeling thrilling, he patted his chest and said with emotion:

"I never thought that this Zen Master Yinyue is not only still alive, but is also a good friend of the Patriarch. It's amazing!"

Most of the foxes of the Xishan Fox Clan were enlightened by the martial arts classics annotated by Yin Yue, so to Tushan Sang, this person was a completely legendary figure.

Now that she had seen his true appearance, the little girl had even forgotten that Yin Yue had almost killed her. Her heart was filled with shock as if the legend had come true.

Hong Yi also agreed with this and nodded, then looked at the Taoist and martial arts scriptures in his hands, preparing to first learn some common sense about the cultivation world before beginning to comprehend the Buddhist diagram bestowed upon him by the ancestor.

At the same time, he remembered that the imperial examination was not far away, so in addition to practicing Taoism and martial arts, he also had to review the classics, history, and literature.

In fact, for Hong Yi now, whether he passes the imperial examination or not is not so important, but passing the imperial examination is his wish, and it is also for the purpose of obtaining a title of a lady of honor for his mother Meng Bingyun.

In the secret residence, Yin Yue was also chatting with Xu Xing about what she had seen and heard over the years, as well as the things she had done.

"You mean, before you left, you took away all the treasures and bones left in the Great Zen Temple?"

Yin Yue nodded and said naturally:
"The impact of the leader falling into this world was too great. Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji were both careful about their lives and were afraid of disasters. They immediately retreated with the severely damaged Boat of Fortune.

Among the hundreds of thousands of armored soldiers, there were not many who managed to survive. They were all in a panic and fled for their lives, not caring about anything else.

When I woke up, I took those treasures with me. This time, Yang Pan and Meng Shenji suffered heavy losses and gained nothing. It was really satisfying!"

Xu Xing stroked his chin and analyzed:

“One of the purposes of Yang Pan and others attacking the Great Zen Temple was to use the Great Zen Temple’s thousands of years of accumulation to repair the Boat of Fortune and resist Meng Shenji’s assassination.

Now that they have lost more than they gained, given the temperament of their ruler and his subjects, they will definitely make up for it from other places. You just said that in the past 20 years, Hong Xuanji and others have never organized a siege against you?"

Yin Yue also realized that something was wrong at this time, and said thoughtfully:
"Indeed, with Yang Pan's current authority, his reaction shouldn't be so slow. Are you saying that he used me as a gun to gather power in the court?"

Xu Xing nodded:
"That should be the case. Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji have been preparing for the great event of requiring officials and gentry to pay taxes together and measuring the land of the world. They want to take the opportunity to suppress those thousand-year-old families, especially those that have produced many sons.

Now your actions just happened to help them, but even so, without the accumulation of the Great Zen Temple, the recovery progress of the Boat of Fortune must be extremely slow. "

When talking about the Boat of Creation, Yin Yue also looked serious.

After all, the Boat of Fortune is the king of divine weapons, as famous as the Eternal Kingdom of the Supreme Dao, and even better than the magic weapon of the Yang God. Even if it is presided over by the Six Tribulations Ghost Immortal, its power is immeasurable when it strikes with all its strength, and it is enough to kill the Creator.

Even though this king of artifacts has not yet been repaired, it is impossible to estimate how much power it still has.

Xu Xing was quite relaxed and just said:
“Let’s not worry about it. The outcome will become clear in the spring. The ones who should be worried now are Yang Pan and his gang.

If my guess is correct, Yujing City should send people to Xishan to find out what's going on.

You might as well take action for now and scare them so that Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji can be prepared. Then we can find out what is going on."

Yin Yue heard the malice in Xu Xing's words and felt a little confused:

"How did Hong Xuanji and Yang Pan offend the leader?"

Yin Yue herself hated the two of them because they were the ones who planned the battle in Zhongzhou that destroyed the Great Zen Temple, but where did the leader get such great malice from?

Xu Xing narrowed his eyes, and two balls of faint green light seemed to explode in his eyes, like an unparalleled ferocious demon from ancient times, with sharp fangs and claws intertwined, splashing out countless sparks, eager to choose someone to devour.

Yin Yue felt that the green light penetrated her lungs and a chill rushed up to her head, but she heard Xu Xing speak bluntly:
"Hong Xuanji uses Neo-Confucianism to imprison the world and spreads endless harm. I cannot tolerate him. As for Yang Pan, he is a dictator who wants to become the Eternal God King and enslave all living beings. He deserves death.

The fact that these two people are alive in this world is already an eyesore to me, not to mention that the Boat of Fortune in their hands is also a pretty good magic weapon.

It's a pity that the Taoist of Fortune seems to be still alive. We can't accomplish our goal in one fell swoop, so we might as well just grab the Boat of Fortune."

These words were filled with murderous intent. Yin Yue felt horrified and complained in her heart.

——He is so self-centered and can speak so confidently about plundering. He is worthy of being the leader. He is really cruel and ruthless.

However, Yin Yue also felt murderous in her heart and narrowed her eyes. She had to admit that what Xu Xing said made sense. He was a dictator and a sour Confucian scholar, and he really deserved to die!
At this moment, Xu Xing raised his head, looked outside the cave, squinted his eyes, sensed it slightly, and exclaimed:
"Yang Pan is really cautious. He has two experts here. One is in the open, Gong Yangyu who took action 20 years ago. The other is hiding, and he should be the leader of the shadow guards directly under the royal family."

Yin Yue nodded, and did not leave the secret residence, but instead raised his fist power, attracting the spiritual energy of the earth veins within a hundred miles of the West Mountain, as well as all kinds of vital energy floating in the sky and earth, condensing into a dark demonic tide.

Although this demonic tide was surging, it did not flow everywhere. Instead, it followed certain rules, lingering around the entire mountain like a fence, blocking out all sight and divine will.

At the foot of Xishan Mountain, Qiuyue Temple.

An old man with a tall and extremely strong figure looked at the surging demonic tide, slowly retracted his foot, and instead grasped the broadsword as wide as a door panel behind him, his eyes solemn.

The old man's acupoints were half open and half closed, and between his tendons, bones, skin and flesh, there seemed to be countless lightning and fire splashing, interlacing, and colliding, constantly exploding with deep purple lightning, and there was also a series of crackling explosions.

This old man is none other than the leader of the Qiankun Dragon Guards of the Daqian Dynasty today, the Yunmeng Sword Saint, Gongyang Yu, from a hundred years ago.

As soon as he saw this iconic scene, he knew that the person coming was none other than the demon who had lived in the East China Sea and had not appeared in the world for several years, causing great trouble.

——Is it the East Sea Demon? !
Yin Yue has been dominating the world for twenty years, and almost all major forces regard him as an evil demon from outer space that came with the evil star. Ever since he occupied the Demon God Cave, he has been officially named "The Demon of the East China Sea".

He said in a deep voice:

"What do you mean by this?"

As soon as he said this, Gong Yangyu felt a little regretful and felt that he had talked nonsense.

After all, everyone knows that this demon is a madman with unclear mind, and no one in the world can communicate with him.

Now that he has arrived in Yujing City, I wonder what has happened to him? !
However, the fist force just now was so brilliant, majestic, domineering and powerful, and it didn't seem to come from this demon at all.

Thinking of this, Gong Yangyu's eyes became serious.

The reason why Emperor Qian, Hong Xuanji and others moved Xishan back to Yujing City was that they wanted to take the opportunity to explore what secrets were contained in the body of this evil star.

However, the devil had already been born. Yang Pan and others went into the mountains to search for him several times but found no trace of him, so they gradually stopped paying attention to Xishan.

But does the arrival of the demon today also indicate that this West Mountain is not as ordinary as they imagined?
However, unexpectedly, a direct and overbearing idea came from the demonic tide:

"roll!"

Gong Yangyu was about to speak when he saw a demonic tide surging in the sky. In the middle of the demonic tide, a crack suddenly opened up, shaped like a vertical eye in the sky, with a dark green light, indifferent and ruthless, looking down at the world.

When Gong Yangyu saw this vertical eye, he felt his heart tremble violently.

The extremely masculine human blood was all infiltrated by a dark will, and the surging demonic will penetrated into his bones, like an invisible giant hand, firmly grasping his heart and making it difficult for him to breathe.

As a strong man who had once fought with this demon, Gong Yangyu felt a sense of disbelief - how could this guy's boxing power suddenly become so much stronger?
Could it be that his legacy is really in the West Mountain? !
Another muffled groan was heard, and the void above Gong Yangyu's head suddenly split open, and a black-sailed boat came out. The boat was three meters long and ten meters wide. At the bow was a man in black, with an aura as deep as the ocean, unfathomable.

He stretched out his hand towards Gong Yangyu and shouted:
"Retreat quickly!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Gong Yangyu suddenly jumped up more than ten feet, stood at the bow, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the man in black.

The man in black also sensed the strength of that will and did not dare to delay for even a second. He stroked the bamboo pole in his hand, and the black-sailed boat shook, ready to break through the void and sail towards Yujing City.

"Can you retreat?!"

A sneer rang in the ears of the two men, like the explosion of thunder, which was continuous and made their blood surge. A red flush rose on their faces and blood oozed from their seven orifices.

Amid the violent shock, the giant eye in the sky suddenly closed, like a dark green meteorite, falling straight towards the two of them, piercing through the black-sailed boat and almost breaking it in half.

Blood spurted out of the man in black's mouth and nose again, but he didn't care and stomped on the cabin hard. The whole black-sailed boat shook violently and turned into a dark stream of light, breaking through the void and sailing into the depths of the turbulence, never to be seen again.

In the secret house, Yin Yue withdrew her hand. She did not feel any joy from defeating two extremely powerful men. Instead, she sighed:

"As the leader said, my current boxing skills are indeed mixed up. It will take some time to get back to the basics."

There was a strange sense of determination in Yin Yue's words, and it was obvious that she had already made a choice.

It was because he suddenly discovered that he could use this mysterious magic power more easily than the "Tathagata Seal" which he had studied all his life.

For immortals who focus on spiritual practice and base their practice on the meaning of boxing, it is extremely dangerous if boxing cannot be combined with the mind, or even if their mind is distorted by boxing.

Xu Xing shook his head and said:

“This situation is a good time for cultivation. If you can subdue the evil within, and take this opportunity to remove my mark, it will be of great benefit to your future martial arts.

If you just keep avoiding it, it will probably turn into a mental block, making it difficult to break through the barrier of 'the essence of the fist'."

Yin Yue heard this and knew that what Xu Xing said was true. She looked serious and nodded heavily, but she couldn't help but sigh:
"The evil ways of cultivation have spread far and wide. If one does not have the heart and character of the leader, not only will one not be able to use them freely, but one will be taken advantage of by the inner demons."

Xu Xing waved his hands and said helplessly:
"You big monk, why are you always so smooth-talking and boasting? Go practice your skills!"

-

A wonderful world, full of brilliant golden light, bright yellow air currents, swirling in the sky, leaping like a dragon.

In the center of the world is a sacred mountain that reaches from heaven to earth. On the top of the mountain is an altar, magnificent and golden. It exudes an ancient, wild, sacred and solemn atmosphere from the inside out.

This does not seem to be an altar for worshipping gods, but an altar used by the ancient holy emperor to worship the Heaven and Earth, and to confer titles and dethrone all gods. In the middle of the altar is a palace.

Suddenly, a rift appeared in the middle of the world, and a black-sailed boat with a long tail of flame fell towards the palace. It was moving very fast, and wherever it passed, the bright yellow clouds were split in two.

"Huh? Who hurt you?!"

In the palace, an emperor dressed in a bright yellow robe suddenly stood up, stretched out a giant hand as big as an acre of land, and steadily caught the falling black-sailed boat. A hint of doubt flashed across his majestic face.

"Is it him?!" (End of this chapter)