From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

A crack appeared in the spiritual fetus from top to bottom, and two hands stretched out from it, tearing left and right. A flawless and unparalleled body slowly walked out.

If the "Immortal God King" is the embodiment of the Great Dao, then this body is the essence of humanity. Every piece of flesh and blood, every inch of skin, is emitting vigor and vitality, and is dazzling.

The thunder energy as hard as iron surged out from behind the "Gate of Creation" again. His spiritual body remained unmoved. A total of 720 rays of light shot out from the 720 major acupoints around his body, shining brightly.

Each ray of light has a texture that is completely different from elsewhere, faintly condensing into a phantom.

Each of these phantoms is filled with divine power and abundant innate energy. Although their appearances are completely different, they all have the same majestic power and are powerful and domineering, as if they are the absolute masters who suppress a piece of the void.

Some of them resemble Xu Xing himself, except that the true meaning of the martial arts they use is different. Some resemble the descendants of the many mythical beasts from the previous world, each with their own unique talents and magical powers. Some also resemble the ancient demon gods that were derived from the thunder calamity just now, extremely domineering and roaming the world.

This is another mystery of martial arts in the Yangshen world.

Human immortals sense the power of the stars in the sky. After opening up the acupoints, they can absorb endless vital energy from the universe, change their bodies, temper their forms, and eventually condense the spirit in the acupoints, which is called the body spirit.

At this point, the human immortal can be said to have truly connected the inside and the outside. After opening the mysterious gate of life and death, they can break the lifespan limit of 200 years, fly into the sky and hide underground, and travel freely in the sea of ​​stars.

With the blessing of the acupoint gods, a pure fist spirit can cross the infinite void, blast from the sky to the world, and harm the ghost immortals who have suffered six thunder tribulations.

Although the "Present Tathagata Sutra" that Xu Xing obtained was incomplete, during the past twenty years, he had lived underground in the West Mountain for a long time, comprehending the movement of the stars, and he also figured out the locations of the 720 major acupoints on his own.

Now, with the help of thunder energy, the 720 major acupoints are connected in one breath and completely condensed. With the body spirit in charge, the only thing missing is to "connect all the acupoints with one acupoint", and he will become a true peak human immortal.

However, for Xu Xing, the saying "one knowledge leads to a hundred knowledges" is not accurate.

The acupoints in his divine stone spirit fetus were all opened up by himself. If he wanted to cultivate to become a peak human immortal, he would need to create one hundred small acupoints from scratch, from the big acupoint.

The human body in this world is so delicate that one has to be extremely careful not to open up the acupoints, even when exercising the acupoints, one has to be extremely cautious. If one is not careful, one will end up going astray and losing both body and soul.

Fortunately, Xu Xing witnessed the "Immortal God King" and the forms of many ancient demon gods in the thunder tribulation, and had a deeper understanding of the martial arts in this world. He also divided his soul into 129,600 thoughts, and was able to observe the body more closely, so he had a chance to accomplish this.

Thinking of this, he looked at the deepest circle of the eighth level of thunder tribulation and thought silently for a while.

Although Xu Xing has not yet reached the state of "one orifice leading to a hundred orifices", with the blessing of the "fist intention essence" realm, and his soul having survived seven thunder tribulations, his combat power is enough to rival that of a strong man who has survived eight thunder tribulations.

Even if he tries to survive the eighth thunder tribulation, he still has more than 70% chance of success.

However, the result of practicing eight thunder tribulations is to "refine the soul into a god", which means arranging the scattered 129,600 thoughts into the primordial spirit, which can also be said to be the prototype of the "Yang God" realm.

The only martial arts technique similar to the Eight Tribulations Spirit form that Xu Xing has come into contact with is the "Red Refined Bronze Body" of the Great Zhou Dynasty's Taizu. His accumulation in this area is really too poor.

In order to cultivate the martial arts spirit that best suits himself, Xu Xing decided to wait until he had collected enough cultivation classics and created the most perfect martial arts spirit design before going through the eighth thunder tribulation.

When one reaches this realm, the two major paths of ghost immortal and human immortal have already intersected. The ghost immortal goes from the grand to the subtle, while the human immortal goes from the subtle to the grand.

If the stage of "refining the soul into a god" is completed perfectly, the soul will be as solid and powerful as the physical body. When the human immortal cultivates to the realm of "a thousand changes", the physical body can be dispersed into particles like the soul, arranged freely, and be everywhere.

Because of the mutual reference relationship between the two paths, Xu Xing also decided to wait until the martial arts at least broke through to the "flesh and blood derivative" realm after the "essence of boxing intent" before constructing the primordial spirit.

Xu Xing took a deep breath, and his spirit stone body suddenly expanded, as if it was hundreds of feet tall. His figure was clearly outlined, covering the seven hundred and twenty gods and the void world they controlled.

His body is just like a jade palace, driving all gods and commanding all spirits, bringing all existence in the world under his control. It is a veritable palace in heaven, worthy of the name "Heaven".

Xu Xing knew that his current foundation and wisdom had been transformed into strength under the tempering of the thunder tribulation.

With his current strength, if he returns to the previous world, even if he breaks through the sky and ascends to the "mysterious and boundless world", even if he is not as good as the emperors, he can still be said to be a hero.

Xu Xing shook lightly, converged the 720 rays of light, waved his right hand, tore through the thunderclouds, came to the top of the West Mountain, and stomped his feet lightly.

The entire West Mountain shook immediately, and another point of spiritual light wrapped in fist intent rose rapidly and turned into a golden dragon in the sky.

Although this golden dragon has no physical body, it has extremely abundant magical powers. When its scales open and close, there is a clanging sound of metal, and it is extremely powerful. It looks arrogant and majestic.

It flashed and transformed into a young man wearing a scale-covered armor shaped like the "Emperor's Dragon Armor". He had a slender figure and was full of vitality.

The young man looked at the thunderclouds in the sky, feeling the violent divine power in them, then turned to look at Xu Xing, his eyes full of fear, and said in grief and anger:
"Do you really want to kill them all?"

This young man was the incarnation of the dragon soul from Taishi Mountain. His accumulation of knowledge was profound and his strength was so strong that he even surpassed the powerful Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty who had reached the peak of the sixth thunder tribulation.

However, although he was suppressed by Xu Xing just now, he also felt the momentum of the other party who had survived seven thunder tribulations, and knew that even if he was ten times stronger, it would be difficult to resist.

Xu Xing put his hands behind his back and said calmly:

"Although you have been sealed openly over the years, you have secretly been comprehending the principles of the 'Tathagata's Robe'. But what have you realized in the past twenty years?"

The young man's expression changed.

"You all know?"

Xu Xing smiled:
“Although Xu is weak, he is not blind, but twenty years have passed, what have you gained?
I can give you a choice. If you join my sect now and become the guardian deity of the mountains, I can create a dragon body for you and share with you the principles of the 'Tathagata Robe'.

If you don't want to, I can only kill you and refine your soul."

While Xu Xing was speaking, he stretched out his hand again and captured Gong Yangyu, who was still resisting the thunderclouds. He twisted his neck and broke it, cut off his head, and used the blood of the human immortal to water the remains of the divine stone spirit fetus.

Seeing this, Long Hun felt a chill in his heart and took a few steps back unconsciously.

He looked around and saw a group of corpses lying on the ground. They were at least ghost immortals who had suffered the tribulation of thunder, which made him extremely horrified.

Xu Xing clapped his hands and asked:

"Now, what's your answer?"

It was just a casual remark. Dragon Soul didn't even feel the slightest murderous intent, but he smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. The sense of crisis surged like a tide, filling his heart in an instant.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly said:
"'Tathagata's Robe' is the robe of the Yuan Emperor. It also carries the principles of the Yuan Emperor to break through the Yang God realm and reach the other shore. Even if you are the Creator, you cannot suppress it with force."

Xu Xing raised his eyebrows and said:
"You mean, as long as I can subdue the 'Tathagata's Robe', you will be willing to join the religion?"

Dragon Soul clasped his hands together, lowered his noble head, and said in a deep voice:

"Exactly!"

Xu Xing looked at him for a while, then smiled and said:

"Then just watch."

He stretched out his hand and grabbed a robe from the void. Although this robe was called a "cassock", it had a wide sleeve and a medieval style.

The entire cassock is flowing with precious light, presenting a transparent crystal texture, with longitude and latitude veins running through it, covering astronomy and geography, and also revealing passages of scriptures written in ancient characters.

Each character is round and connected into one, like a bridge or a boat, as if floating in the boundless sea of ​​suffering, ferrying people to the other world. It contains a supreme power and virtue, which is exactly the "Vajra Mahaprajna Paramita" of Yuan Emperor.

Even the Dragon Soul of Taishi Mountain was seeing the full picture of the "Tathagata Robe" from this angle for the first time. He was immediately attracted by the scriptures contained in it and was fascinated.

However, this Yuanhuang robe, as the Dragon Soul of Taishi Mountain said, has its own spirituality. Even the Creator of the Seven Tribulations cannot force it to submit, and it struggles violently in Xu Xing's palm.

Xu Xing smiled and said in a leisurely voice:
"Although Yuan Huang's teachings inherit the essence of Buddhism, they have lost the true meaning of the Buddha and cannot be trusted."

As he spoke, the spirit of Ge Ding Fist was integrated into the "Tathagata Robe". The spirit of reforming everything, subverting everything, and rebuilding a new world was struck into this Yangshen magic weapon like a fist.

The scriptures emerging on the surface of the robes were jumping violently. They were no longer smooth and round like pearls and jade, like boats or bridges. Instead, they looked more like sparks, igniting the entire "Tathagata robe" and turning it into a sea of ​​fire.

Although the spirituality in the "Tathagata Robe" is powerful, Xu Xing's boxing intent has already rivaled that of a strong man who has experienced eight thunder tribulations, and is even better than that. How can he resist a magic weapon that no one is controlling? He can only surrender.

Xu Xing picked up the burning robe with his right hand, shook it violently, extinguished the flames, and put it into his sleeve.

Seeing this scene, Long Hun couldn't help but wonder:
"The 'Tathagata Kasaya' is so powerful that it is even as powerful as Pan Huang's 'Emperor Heaven's Beginning Dragon Armor'. Why don't you put it on, Master?"

Xu Xing's whole body trembled, and seven hundred and twenty divine lights lit up one after another, faintly revealing the appearance of a god. The energy flowed and filled the void, causing the dragon soul to retreat more than ten feet.

He said calmly:

"The Yuanhuang Robe and Panhuang Armor are nothing more than that. However, this leader has a disciple who is in need of a magic weapon. It would be perfect for him. Show your true form. I have to go to Yujing City first."

——Didn’t you just talk about the guardian deity?

Dragon Soul wanted to say so, but when he saw Xu Xing looking at him without a trace of emotion, his heart sank, and he immediately understood that this was the price for his request, so he obediently revealed his true form.

This dragon soul is a thousand feet long, enough to wrap around the West Mountain. Its aura is as majestic as a mountain and as heavy as the earth. It is worthy of being the essence of the earth veins of Taishi Mountain for millions of years. Just in terms of appearance, it is truly first-class in the world.

Xu Xing nodded, stood with his hands behind his back, and commented casually:

"Yes, a mount like this is not a disgrace to my status as a cult leader."

He collected the remains of the spirit stone, walked to the dragon's head and stomped his feet. Although the dragon soul was reluctant, it did not dare to disobey in the slightest. It let out a long roar and soared into the sky.

Xu Xing looked towards the direction of Yujing City, then looked at the turbulent flow in the void, making plans in his mind.

After causing a big commotion in Yujing City, he went deep into the chaotic void, found the Great Zhou Taizu, seized his inheritance and magic weapons, and then returned to Yunwu Mountain in the East China Sea to study them slowly.

Just when the dust settled on this battle, tens of thousands of miles away, on a barren land, a man with a handsome face, tall stature, and extremely masculine aura suddenly raised his head and looked towards Yujing City.

His eyes were originally blank, but now they suddenly burst into a gleam of light, as fast as lightning, as if piercing through the void. A fierce sense rushed up from the top of his head, extremely powerful.

"It's you?!"

Within a radius of a hundred miles, all the powerful ghost immortal-level warriors were shocked, and they felt that time and space seemed to solidify at this moment, their thoughts became sluggish and almost unable to function.

The feeling was fleeting, and the man took a step forward and disappeared on the spot.

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On the other side, Hong Xuanji, wearing the "Emperor's Dragon Armor", broke through the turbulence of the void, came to the Emperor's World, and suddenly knelt down.

"I am incompetent and allowed that fellow to break through the realm!"

Yang Pan also felt it. Although his face was gloomy, he did not forget to comfort Hong Xuanji and said slowly:
“The heads of the four great families, a group of ghost immortals, and Gongyang Yu and Qiu were all unable to defeat the other side. The fault of this battle is not yours.

This is clearly an enemy like Meng Shenji, but he has just survived seven thunder tribulations, and his martial arts have not yet reached the peak of the human immortal realm. We, the king and his subjects, still have a chance to correct this mistake."

He flicked his sleeves and the shadow of a huge ship appeared above the Emperor's World. He said in a deep voice:

"The Ship of Fortune has been silent for more than twenty years. Now is the time for it to show its might."

Hong Xuanji was silent for a while before he spoke:

"From what I can see, the demon has completely regained consciousness, and Meng Bingyun's son happens to have a close relationship with the demon.

I have sent people to capture this rebellious son. Your Majesty can start with him and plan your actions calmly to kill him with one strike."

As Hong Xuanji spoke, a hint of struggle flashed across his eyes, and then they became extremely cold and resolute, with an aura that seemed to control eternity and be at the center of heaven and earth suddenly rising in him.

Yang Pan was startled, then overjoyed, and clapped his hands and said:

"Good, good news! Xuanji, the mental barrier that has troubled you for many years is finally no longer an obstacle, and you have truly become a human immortal!
You and I, the king and the minister, work together, even if the dream god comes in person, what is there to fear! "

Yang Pan was not only happy that Hong Xuanji had already made arrangements, but also happy that he was able to make this decision.

In the past twenty years, Hong Xuanji's martial arts skills had actually reached the human immortal realm. However, due to the matter of Meng Bingyun, he was always worried and could not make a breakthrough. He was even suppressed by Gong Yangyu.

Although Gongyang Yu and Qiu died in the battle and the Daqian Dynasty suffered heavy losses, it was definitely not a loss for Yang Pan because he gained Hong Xuanji, who had broken free from his shackles.

Hong Xuanji stood up straight, with a demonic light in his eyes, like a demon god, with a confident and controlled look, and said coldly:

"Meng Shenji's human immortal body has been destroyed, and he has no hope of becoming a Yang God. As for me, I have cultivated into a human immortal, and I am on the verge of shattering the vacuum. It is only a matter of time before I defeat him. Your Majesty, there is no need to worry!"

As he spoke, the "Emperor's First Dragon Armor" on Hong Xuanji's body vibrated continuously, stirring up streams of bright yellow air. The first dragon energy contained in it cleansed his limbs, bones, bone marrow and blood from the inside out.

Yang Pan nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand, and said in high spirits:

"Okay! Xuanji, go and bring your son here right now. I will activate the Boat of Fortune right away and use the head of this demon as a gift for you to break through the realm of human immortals!"

Hong Xuanji nodded heavily, stepped out of the Emperor's World, and walked to the main hall of Wu Wenhou Mansion. Before he even landed, he gave orders in the manner of a patriarch:
"Where is Butler Wu?"

At this moment, an extremely frivolous voice, with a hint of bad teasing and mockery, sounded in Hong Xuanji's ears, making him feel strangely familiar.

"Hong Xuanji, are you looking for him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of black light broke through the air and hit Hong Xuanji's chest. Without thinking, he clenched his right fist, and the air in front of him roared and surged like a tide, smashing the thing into pieces.

But when Hong Xuanji looked closely, he found that it was clearly a headless body. It was his old butler who had followed him for decades - Wu Wenhui!

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes became extremely cold, anger surged, his hair rose like fire, and even swung up from under the dragon-head helmet, like a lion's mane.

However, under the word "Li" in the main hall, a man in black was sitting on a throne, one hand on the table, holding up his chin, looking over with interest, with an evil look in his eyes and a mysterious smile.

"Hong Xuanji, how is it? Are you surprised and delighted to see me?"

When Hong Xuanji saw that extremely familiar face, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he even retreated to the door of the main hall. Although his voice was still as powerful as that of an ancient dragon, it contained an lingering sense of doubt and shock.

"How come you are still alive?!"

Hong Xuanji and Yin Yue have a close relationship. He has even learned the boxing skills from this fighting Buddha more than once and was naturally deeply impressed by him.

But he could not imagine how the Fighting Buddha could become like this, so weird, mysterious, and even... full of demonic nature!
When Hong Xuanji thought about this, his eyes suddenly focused, and he recalled the entanglement between his son and the man from the East China Sea, and suddenly realized something.

Yin Yue stood up, looked up and laughed, his smile was filled with indescribable weirdness, grief and anger, and...uncontrollable excitement!

"Hong Xuanji, of course I am still alive. How can I die before I twist off your and Yang Pan's heads?!"

His laughter was like the explosion of thunder, roaring continuously, and the sound alone was enough to blow off the dome of the entire main hall, and even caused nearly half of the houses in Wu Wenhou's mansion to topple and collapse, echoing throughout Yujing City!
Yin Yue was unaware of this. She just turned her head and looked at Hong Xuanji. Her voice became more and more sinister and chilling:
“In the thirty-fifth year of Daqian, you, together with the Supreme Daoist Meng Bingyun, the Crown Prince Yang Chuiyun and a group of other masters, surrounded and killed this poor monk.

I spared you because I felt sorry for your young age and the difficulty it was having in practicing Buddhism. I never imagined that you would later attack the Great Zen Temple, destroy my temple, and kill my disciples.

You should pay for this karma!"

Yin Yue shouted loudly and took a step forward. The major acupoints on his body opened up, drawing in the vital energy of heaven and earth, igniting blazing flames, turning the hall into a blazing sea of ​​fire, and punched Hong Xuanji directly on the forehead.

Hong Xuanji had just broken through to the human immortal level and was wearing the "Emperor Heaven's Beginning Dragon Armor". He was at the peak and most confident period of his life. Naturally, he was not afraid to fight with Yin Yue. He just sneered:

"You are outsiders who do not admire the king's rule and do not respect the rules of propriety. You should have been eliminated long ago. You did not have the heart to kill me in the past. This is the biggest mistake of your life!"

As they were talking, the two human immortals had already exchanged two or three hundred punches in the hall at a speed that was infinitely faster than sound. Their blood and energy were burning fiercely, and the winds from their punches collided violently, spreading in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the magnificent and gorgeous Wu Wenhou Mansion was completely razed to the ground!

Yin Yue chuckled strangely, and the bright golden flames were suddenly covered with a layer of dark halo, adding an evil color of the devil to the luxurious and solemn appearance.

His strong fist suddenly changed into a light palm, covering Hong Xuanji's heart. His voice became even more erratic, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell.

"You are right, so I will correct this mistake now."

Being hit directly in the chest by this palm, even though Hong Xuanji was wearing the "Emperor Heaven's Beginning Dragon Armor", he still felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if his heart was about to burst. His eyes bulged out, and pale golden blood with black air seeped out from under his helmet. The world was spinning. Seeing this, Yin Yue smiled even more happily, and slapped out with both hands in a series. Each palm carried at least five or six hundred layers of hidden power, surging like a tide, layer upon layer, without stopping.

"Hahahahahaha, Hong Xuanji, twenty years have passed and you've only just become an immortal, yet you still dare to put on airs in front of me!

So what if I'm covered in a turtle shell? I've been a monk for so many years. Today I really want to try what the meat of an old turtle tastes like.

"I would eat the meat of the barbarians when I am hungry and drink the blood of the Xiongnu when I am thirsty. These words of the leader really touched my heart. Hahahahaha!"

In terms of martial arts, Hong Xuanji was just a newly-appointed human immortal. How could he compare to Yin Yue, a peerless powerhouse who was close to reaching the peak of human immortality?

What's more, during the past twenty years, Yin Yue had learned countless martial arts skills from Xu Xing's memory, and with the help of the magic secrets, his boxing skills were incredibly sophisticated and exquisite, far beyond Hong Xuanji's imagination.

If it weren't for the "Emperor's Dragon Armor" that strengthened Hong Xuanji in all aspects from the three aspects of spirit, energy and soul, he would have been beaten to death on the spot by Yin Yue with his boxing skills, and his body would have been placed in one hundred and seventy or eighty different positions.

The fight between the two powerful immortals was so loud that all qualified warriors in Yujing City cast their eyes over to see who had such courage.

However, due to the masculine energy and powerful fist intention of the human immortal, only a few people could pay attention to the truth here. Even the scholars who were taking the exam in the Imperial Examination Hall were affected and thought it was an earthquake.

However, Hong Yi had handed in his paper early and came to the outside of the examination room. He wanted to go directly to Xishan, but unexpectedly met three performing artists. He stopped and couldn't help but take a few more glances at them.

The sky above Yujing City was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain was pouring down like a waterfall. The moisture was so thick that people could not open their eyes. Suddenly, an indescribable slender figure broke through the sea of ​​clouds and tore through the rain curtain.

The sunlight came down from the sky, reflecting a piece of red-gold scales, the light was so brilliant that it was beyond words.

Ten feet, a hundred feet, a thousand feet!
The long shadow continued to rise, sweeping away the water vapor and clouds in the sky. With a powerful spirit that could not be matched by any other existence, it dominated the sky, overlooking the world, its mighty power sweeping across hundreds of miles, with magnificent spiritual light intertwined among it.

A huge head like a mountain, with forked horns twisted like tree branches, long flowing whiskers, red-gold scales, and golden mane sweeping up and down the back...all of this demonstrates the greatness and sacredness of this creature.

All the residents of Yujing City who saw this huge monster, regardless of their perspective, had the same thought in their hearts:
——This, this is a dragon!
They soon noticed that on the giant head that was as tall as a mountain, there was actually a "small dot" the size of a mustard seed. From what one could see with the naked eye, this "small dot" was not even as big as a scale.

But anyone with good eyesight will absolutely not be able to look away once they see that “little dot”.

It was as if that was the most indisputable and unquestionable protagonist of the world, born to bask in the scorching sun and enjoy the admiration of all living beings.

That "little dot" was actually a human figure.

This man wore a silver crown on his head, a green robe with a yellow ribbon inside, and a crane cloak outside with fluttering sleeves. He had a medieval style, and his face and figure were extremely handsome.

It cannot even be described as handsome; it is simply flawless, as if the gods had spent all their efforts to take the essence of heaven and earth, the brilliance of the sun and moon, the light of the stars, and the spirit of the mountains and rivers to create the most perfect creation.

Such a creature is like an ancient demon god. Its mere existence demonstrates the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. Compared with it, even a thousand-foot-tall dragon is only fit to serve as a foil or footnote.

As for the other people in Yujing City, no matter what level of cultivation they have reached, whether they are ghost immortals, martial saints, or strong people who have survived many thunder tribulations, they can only look up to them.

This time, everyone knew that this person was the one who had just survived seven thunder tribulations and cultivated to the realm of creation, comparable to the contemporary sages of the medieval times.

Outside Yujing City, a divine man came riding a dragon!

Since the founding of the Daqian Dynasty, it has never received such an insult. Even more than 20 years ago, when Yunmeng Grand Tutor Yuwen Mu led his cavalry to break through Shaqingkou and approached the capital, it was not like today.

For a moment, many residents even forgot to breathe. They looked up at the divine man riding the dragon and prayed in their hearts, hoping that some strong man could stand up and protect Yujing City.

The Emperor's personal soldiers, the Qiankun Dragon Guards, the Creation Shadow Guards, the Yujing City Imperial Guards, and even the eunuchs in the palace have all been dispatched, either lurking in the streets or on the city walls.

However, most of these strong men looked panic-stricken, and they did not have the slightest spirit of being the pillars of the country. After all, although there were great masters and martial saints among them, they were nothing but ants in front of the thousand-foot-long body of the celestial dragon.

Although Xu Xing had not taken action yet, an atmosphere of instability and murderousness had already spread throughout the entire Yujing City. Not only was a storm about to come, but the whole city was also about to collapse!
At this moment, even the powerless civilians realized what it meant to be the enemy of the whole country!
Xu Xing stood on the dragon head, completely ignoring those hostile gazes. His eyes pierced through the void and fell on the East Palace next to the Imperial Palace. He stood with his hands behind his back and asked calmly:
"Where is the Crown Prince Daqian?"

Strictly speaking, his voice was not loud, even less than a breath of the Dragon Soul, but the voice spread far and wide, ringing in the ears of everyone in Yujing City with great clarity.

In the East Palace, a man was sitting on a wide chair. He was wearing a golden four-clawed dragon robe and a red gold crown on his head. He had a graceful appearance and an overbearing and unquestionable majesty.

He is the current Crown Prince of Daqian, Yang Yuan.

Hearing this voice, Yang Yuan suddenly raised his head, with a look of deep doubt in his eyes.

"Who is this person?!"

Xu Xing seemed to hear his inner voice and said calmly:
"It is said that a few years ago, when Shenjiagou in Zhongzhou suffered a flood, you allocated money and grain for disaster relief. Then the remnants of the Great Zen Temple organized people and caused a civil uprising. You led the troops to suppress it, and even received praise from Yang Pan?"

Although the tone of these words was dull, they were like golden rules, which made Yang Yuan unable to disobey. He wanted to make a few explanations, but he couldn't say anything.

But Xu Xing continued:
"However, it is said that the money and grain were all embezzled, and the civil uprising was also a fabrication. You are the one who slandered the people and called them bandits. You are such a great prince, but you are so despicable in doing evil. You deserve to die."

After the two-word comment, Yang Yuan's whole body shook, and he exploded from the inside out. Fine pieces of flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and a blood lotus with a radius of several feet bloomed on the spot.

A soul broke out of the body, with nine halos lingering behind it. His face was horrified and was about to rush to the palace. Few people knew that the Prince Daqian was actually a hidden ghost immortal.

But even if he is a ghost immortal, and is blessed by the Future Immortal Sutra, and has condensed the nine great gods, how can he defeat Xu Xing, a strong man who has both the human and ghost immortal certificates and is proficient in both existence and non-existence.

This divine soul wrapped in nine halos, which had the strength of nine ordinary ghost immortals, was immediately captured by a powerful force and pulled back onto the dragon's head.

Xu Xing looked at the halo behind his head, nodded, and commented:
"Although you are a despicable person, your 'Future Immortality Sutra' is quite decent. This achievement will be inherited by this disciple of the leader."

He stretched out his hand and blew Yang Yuan's soul into thousands of thoughts. The nine light circles were put into his sleeves and placed together with the "Tathagata Robe", waiting to be given to Hong Yi.

All of Xu Xing's actions were done openly and aboveboard, and they silenced the entire Yujing City, no one dared to make a sound.

You know, even Meng Shenji in the past only assassinated the emperor and then fled thousands of miles away. He had never done such a feat.

It can even be said that even if we trace back thousands of years, there has never been such a person or such a thing in the Middle Ages. Who exactly is this newly emerged creator? !

After Xu Xing killed Yang Yuan, he had no intention of leaving. He stood at the head of the dragon, his eyes wandering. Every strong man who looked up at the sky felt that he was looking at them, and they felt a chill in their hearts and could not help but look away.

Only Yin Yue and Hong Xuanji were still fighting as if no one was around. They did not move, fighting in the small piece of land of the Marquis' Mansion, but the damage and chaos they caused gradually spread to the entire Yujing City.

It was obvious to the naked eye that Hong Xuanji had fallen into a disadvantage, and Yin Yue had no intention of letting him go. She advanced step by step, and every move was a killer move.

At the same time, a violent and blazing stream of light suddenly appeared behind Yin Yue. The light was bright yellow, sharp, heavy, and extremely ferocious.

Before the light even hit Yin Yue, his human immortal body's skin and flesh had already disintegrated, revealing his bones. This showed how terrifying the power was. He twisted his lumbar spine, came to his senses, faced the light with both fists, and shouted:
"The central Wuyi hollow has great true energy!"

The person who took action was none other than Yang Pan.

This “Central Wu Yi Hollow Great True Qi” is the real killer of the “Boat of Creation”. The power of one strike is enough to match the full-strength attack of the Seven Tribulations Creator, or even surpass it.

This emperor indeed had the mentality of a hegemon. Even when Xu Xing killed his prince in public, he remained inactive, just to wait for the right opportunity to deliver a fatal blow, cut off Xu Xing's arm, and rescue Hong Xuanji.

Even though Xu Xing had long known that the relationship between Hong Xuanji and Yang Pan was extraordinary, and had even discussed a plan for the two of them to join forces and cross to the other side together, he still couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.

He raised his hand and pierced through the several miles of void. His palm, which was torn by the turbulent flow of the void, stretched out from the crack and crushed the ball of "empty great true qi" into pieces.

Seeing this, Yang Pan did not hesitate and started the "Boat of Creation" to crash into Xu Xing's palm.

Although this king of artifacts was pierced through by Xu Xing in the past, most of its power was provided by the demonic energy accumulated by the Demon Star for tens of thousands of years.

Although Xu Xing had survived seven thunder tribulations and had developed 720 acupoints, in terms of pure strength, he was still not as strong as the demonic energy of tens of thousands of years.
What's more, the "Boat of Fortune" has been repaired in the past twenty years. Although it is still a long way from its heyday, it is better than it was twenty years ago.

Therefore, Xu Xing did not fight against the "Boat of Fortune". He raised his right hand, grabbed Yin Yue in his hand, and carried him back to Tianlong, and said loudly:

"Yang Pan, Hong Xuanji, you hold the sacred weapon and control the country, but you are nothing but despicable people. You actually plotted against my apprentice. It's ridiculous!
In my opinion, the fate of you and your subjects will only last for a few years, hahahahaha!"

Amidst loud laughter, a ship dozens of feet high cut through the void and appeared above Yujing City, confronting Xu Xing. From inside came Yang Pan's majestic voice, which enveloped the entire area.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Although Xu Xing's palm was extremely powerful, it also allowed Yang Pan to roughly understand his background. At least, this person had not yet survived eight thunder tribulations, nor had he become a pinnacle human immortal who "knows all things through one orifice".

Adding the two together, even if he has the strength of a strong man who has experienced eight thunder tribulations, the Daqian Dynasty will not be unable to deal with him if it puts all its resources into it.

However, if we deal with him, how can we deal with Meng Shenji?
It was because of such concerns that Yang Pan did not activate the "Boat of Fortune" at the first moment and rush forward recklessly.

Xu Xing ignored Yang Pan and just reached out his hand to pull up Hong Yi, an old man, a strong man and a little girl beside him.

When the old man and the strong man saw Xu Xing, they immediately burst into tears of gratitude and were about to kneel down and kowtow, calling him benefactor endlessly. They were exactly the survivors of Shenjiagou that Xu Xing had just mentioned.

Xu Xing executed the prince in public to avenge the two men.

Xu Xing still stopped them from kneeling, and pushed Hong Yi in front of him. He stood shoulder to shoulder with his own disciples and said in a gentle voice:

"Hong Yi, how do you feel standing here?"

It was the first time for Hong Yi to experience the feeling of riding a dragon, soaring into the sky, and roaming in the abyss. Even though the wind was fierce and cold, he felt an indescribable pleasure.

Hong Yi turned his head again and looked at the Yujing City below him. From this angle, this best city in the world was about the size of his palm.

The Hong Mansion, which had trapped him for more than ten years and caused him to suffer countless injustices, was just a mustard seed in the palm of his hand, and it was a mustard seed that was devastated and dilapidated.

And the father who was invincible and like a devil in Hong Yi's eyes had to raise his head and look up at his figure.

Hong Yi suddenly felt his mind was open, and a feeling of nostalgia rose in his mind. He shook his head and said:

"So, the Marquis' Mansion and Marquis Wu Wen are nothing but this."

Hong Xuanji was now also standing on the Boat of Fortune, side by side with Yang Pan. Upon hearing these words, his eyes became solemn and cold, and he uttered two words with murderous intent that was bone-chilling and freezing.

"Rebel!"

Xu Xing laughed and patted his shoulder.

"You are a man of good character, but you have stayed in the Marquis' Mansion for too long and have been restricted in every way, which has caused you to lose your composure.

The world is vast and boundless. When I have achieved success in my cultivation, I should go out and see the world, so as to live up to my achievements in this life."

Hong Yi hummed and nodded heavily.

Xu Xing's words touched his heart. Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles have always been Hong Yi's wish.

It’s just that he didn’t have the ability before, but now is different from the past. The world is so big, he wants to see it all, to make the most of his life!

However, when Hong Yi thought of this, he looked at Xu Xing again, hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to ask something but didn't know how to open his mouth.

Xu Xing patted his shoulder again, squinted his eyes and smiled:
"Although I know the answer, I guess you want someone else to tell you in person. In that case, feel free to ask."

Hong Yi trembled all over, turned his head, looked at Hong Xuanji on the "Boat of Fortune", with a deep gaze, and asked with each word in a sonorous and powerful voice:
"Father, no, Hong Xuanji, how did my mother die?!"

As soon as he said this, Hong Yi felt another kind of relief.

The happiness just now was the great freedom of an immortal who roamed freely and endlessly. The happiness now came from the great perseverance of a scholar who adhered to the truth and saw his true nature.

He had actually wanted to ask this question a long time ago.

It’s just that I didn’t have the strength to support the truth in my heart back then, and was forced by Hong Xuanji. Now I can finally speak freely!

Hong Xuanji faced Hong Yi's gaze directly, without any shame, and just shouted:

"You are indeed a demon and a traitor! Hong Yi! You are also a scholar, haven't you read the etiquette? Don't you understand the Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues? Don't you understand ethics and morality? How dare you call me by my name!"

Hong Yi sneered:
"The Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues, and the Moral Principles, are nothing but bullshit that helps beasts like you and Yang Pan to erase humanity and imprison the thoughts of the people of the world. Hong Xuanji, you have really read a lot of books!

Now, answer me!"

Hong Yi's voice became more and more fierce, driving his internal strength, blood, and even thoughts to become more active. His soul was condensed like a flash of sword light, sharp and sharp, rushing straight towards Douniu, making people dare not look directly at him.

At this moment, Hong Yi's Taoist skills had another breakthrough!

Hong Xuanji raised his eyebrows and shouted sternly:

"Your mother is nothing but a sorcerer who disrupted the government and attempted to seize the sacred artifacts of the country, putting me in an unjust position! Besides, she was just a concubine, and it was reasonable and legal for my wife to kill her! You are educated and sensible, and you talk about justice, but what is justice?! You little beast!"

As Hong Xuanji spoke, his eyes were full of disdain and contempt, showing his indifference to his son Hong Yi.

Hong Yi wanted to say something else when he saw a giant hand falling from the sky and slamming Hong Xuanji to the deck like a dead dog. His muscles and bones were so shaken that he couldn't stand up for a long time.

Yang Pan suddenly raised his head and looked at Xu Xing, his eyes full of anger, like a volcano about to erupt. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word:

"you!"

Xu Xing didn't look at him, but clapped his hands and sneered:
"You dare to spew shit in front of me, the leader? You are really courting death."

He turned his head and looked at Hong Yi, and said in a gentle and persuasive manner:

"My good disciple, remember this: the truth is like the deep sea, it is not about words. Since you cannot reason with this heartless and ungrateful beast, just kill him."

As Xu Xing spoke, he moved his toes as if he had crushed an ant to death, and his tone was even more nonchalant:

"I have at least a thousand ways to kill him today, and I want him to die in different ways, but considering your mood, I will let him go for now.

After all, revenge is something that can only be truly relieved if you do it yourself, how do you think? "

Hong Yi looked at Hong Xuanji and Yang Pan, nodded again, and bowed:
"Thank you, Grandmaster!"

Xu Xing laughed loudly towards the sky, and with a flick of his sleeves, his laughter shook the whole area and swept across the wilderness, rolling like a tide.

"Then allow these two beasts to live a few more years!"

Hong Yi said seriously:
"Five years at most."

Seeing how the master and disciple were chatting and laughing freely, Yang Pan's face became as gloomy as the bottom of a pot. He twisted his fingers repeatedly to suppress his anger, which he kept refusing to release, purifying it into the deepest rage.

Xu Xing clapped his hands and exclaimed:
"Wonderful! You have such a spirit, and you are a real man of our sect! Since you have joined our Pingtian Sect and want to compete with people like Hong Xuanji, your master should also give you some good treasures."

Xu Xing flicked his right hand, and the "Tathagata Robe" floated out. Yin Yue saw the scriptures on it, and his blood surged out. His fist intent soared into the sky, shaking the heaven and earth.

When Yang Pan saw this "Tathagata robe", his eyes turned red, he felt extremely annoyed, and hated Xu Xing even more deeply.

——If it weren’t for this demon who suddenly appeared, this cassock should have belonged to them!
Xu Xing personally put the "Tathagata Robe" on Hong Yi, and took out the "Brahma Wheel" from his sleeve, clapped his hands, and said with satisfaction:
"Not bad, the appearance now is pretty good."

Hong Xuanji then got up, and when he saw the Brahma Wheel in Hong Yi's hand, his eyes turned red, his nails pierced into his flesh, and he wished he could let out a long roar to the sky.

Hong Xuanji's self-created martial arts, named "Wheel of Life and Death of the Heavens", was the result of his comprehension of the two sutras of "Yu" and "Zhou" of the Supreme Dao, as well as the "Heavenly Scripture of Creation". However, he was unable to comprehend the essence of the "Brahma Wheel", and was unable to reach perfection.

Now seeing that the artifact he had been coveting was held in the hands of that little beast Hong Yi, Hong Xuanji was furious, but he could do nothing.

Xu Xing didn't even bother to look at the two people below. He just stomped his feet, and the dragon soul let out a long roar, rising into the sky, causing the void for hundreds of miles to shake. Its long body meandered and headed straight towards the western mountains.

After a while, everyone in Yujing City saw Xu Xing using his great magical power to forcibly split the earth veins, and took Xishan and a group of fox disciples with him, breaking through the air and leaving without a trace. (End of this chapter)