I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Longyuan Dynasty.

Inside Luoxian Sect.

At this moment, the Luoxian Sect encountered an unprecedented catastrophe, and the entire sect was in ruins.

The main hall symbolizing the Luoxian Sect was destroyed, and its former glory turned into ruins.

Countless disciples of the Luoxian Sect fled in all directions. Behind them, attacks fell mercilessly like a rainstorm. Many people fell in a pool of blood before they could react.

The blood dyed the bluestone ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a murderous atmosphere.

Sect leader Ji Fangsheng was seriously injured and was standing in front of the collapsed main hall with difficulty, his eyes full of grief and unwillingness.

Under the pillar behind him, his junior fellow apprentice Ding Xiufeng had his eyes wide open, and it was obvious that he died with his eyes open.

“Sang Qingshan, my Luoxian Sect and your Lingxu Palace have no grudges in the past or present, why do you want to destroy my sect and kill my disciples?!”

Ji Fangsheng didn't understand why Sang Qingshan would bring the disciples of Lingxu Palace to attack Luoxian Sect without any warning.

Could it be that the news about his junior fellow apprentice's plan leaked?

After much thought, this is the only reason that holds water.

Sang Qingshan's face was terribly gloomy, and his eyes seemed as if fire would burst out at any moment, burning everything to ashes.

Yan Xiu killed Xue Ling and destroyed his own clone, causing the long-time high-ranking master of Lingxu Palace to become unusually angry.

"I thought this plan was not perfect, but at least it could be concealed from the world. It seems that it cannot be hidden from you, an old fox. This is my mistake."

Ji Fangsheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered and fell to the ground.

Sang Qingshan walked up to him and looked down at him.

Suddenly, Sang Qingshan's eyes revealed great sadness, which surprised Ji Fangsheng.

What is this old fox up to? Is he trying to play tricks on me even when he is about to die?

"Your Luoxian Sect's little tricks can't be hidden from my eyes. If Ling'er is still alive, you can still survive for a while..."

At this he sighed.

This time he personally went out to destroy the Luoxian Sect to pave the way for Xue Ling.

If Xue Ling was still alive and successfully conquered the Yuan Dynasty, and then rushed here without stopping to take over the Luoxian Sect, then these two things would be enough for him to gain a foothold in the Lingxu Palace.

It’s a pity that Xue Ling fell into the hands of Dayuan Daozun.

If only the clone was gone, Sang Qingshan could still accept it.

But Xue Ling actually died at the hands of Da Yuan Dao Zun. How could he not be angry?

Seeing Sang Qingshan's slightly lonely expression, Ji Fangsheng burst into laughter.

"puff!"

But the next second, his head suddenly exploded, red and white splattered all over the ground, and the headless body staggered and fell to the ground.

"Dao Zun, since you killed my disciple, I will make your disciple pay with blood. Not only that, I will also make the entire Yuan Dynasty die with my disciple!"

Sang Qingshan looked towards the direction of Da Yuan and murmured softly.

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When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning passed over the hills and dispelled the morning mist, everyone woke up at the same time.

Zheng Fuyin of Daming Prefecture sat on the bed blankly with a blank expression.

He nudged the concubine beside him who was in the same situation, his tone full of doubt.

"Did you also dream about what happened last night?"

The concubine who was serving the emperor nodded blankly, with an uncertain expression on her face.

“Is this a dream or reality?”

Zheng Fuyin lifted the quilt, kicked off his boots, grabbed some clothes from the hanger and went out.

After coming out of the house, whenever he saw a servant, he would ask him about his dream last night.

Sure enough, everyone said they had dreamed about it.

Only then did Zheng Fuyin completely believe that he was not dreaming last night, but had actually witnessed it with his own eyes.

The Taoist Master survives the thunder tribulation!

Although he knew that Yan Xiu had gone through the thunder tribulation that year, he had only watched from afar and had never witnessed it so closely.

"Come here, prepare the horses! I need to go to the capital and visit Fuzhen Temple!"

Beijing.

As the morning light began to rise and the morning glow began to appear, the road to Dayuan Mountain was already blocked.

Countless people were walking shoulder to shoulder on the mountain paths, talking eloquently, their eyes and expressions full of excitement.

"Master Liu, did you also dream about what happened last night?"

"Yes, you too?"

"Not only me, but also my eight concubines and twenty children, and even everyone in the mansion had the dream!"

"It's not just you and me. Looking at this situation, I'm afraid everyone in the capital has dreamed of it!"

The official glanced at the endless crowd and sighed.

The dense crowd like a black torrent was moving towards the mountain, as if all the people in the capital had gathered at the foot of Dayuan Mountain.

The entire Fuzhen Temple was packed with people, with countless people standing shoulder to shoulder.

Li Feng stood on a high place and looked at the almost endless crowd. He exclaimed: "How strange! What day is today? Why are there so many people going up the mountain?"

Just when Li Feng was confused, someone spoke up and answered his question.

"Master Li Feng, we all saw the scene of the Taoist master overcoming the thunder tribulation in our dreams last night, so we came up the mountain today to verify this matter."

Li Feng and others were stunned when they heard this.

They jumped down quickly and confirmed with the people what they had dreamed of last night.

After everyone was confirmed to have dreamed of the scene of the Taoist transcending the thunder tribulation, the entire Fuzhen Temple became like a suddenly boiling lake, emitting a shout that resounded through the sky.

"It's true! It's true! I'm right!"

"I understand. The Dao Master must have sensed that the monster was up to something, so he used his magic to let us enter his dreams and expose the monster's disguise in the dream to prevent the people from being deceived by it!"

As the news gradually spread down the mountain, the exclamations of the crowd became louder and louder, almost shaking the clouds apart.

Yan Xiu, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, just smiled slightly and turned back to the courtyard.

"Xue Ling, Xue Ling, you really helped me a lot."

After returning to the courtyard, Yan Xiu sat cross-legged under the Jianmu tree and began to comprehend the art of entering dreams and the power of the Tiandun sword.

The art of entering dreams is a secret method of Lingxu Palace that is not passed on. Only the palace masters and successors of all generations are qualified to practice it.

This secret technique is extremely difficult to practice. Even Palace Master Sang Qingshan has only comprehended less than 50% of it.

Even Xue Ling, who was extremely talented, could only barely glimpse the surface.

Just relying on this technique of entering dreams, Lingxu Palace has been able to run rampant for thousands of years, which shows how powerful this technique is.

But for Yan Xiu, who is cultivating immortality, the difficulty of this art of entering dreams is only three points more difficult than other secret techniques.

In just three hours, Yan Xiu had mastered the art of entering dreams.

If he is given more time, it will be no problem for him to reach the pinnacle of his career.

It is said that if this technique is practiced to perfection, one can transform into anything in the world and be omnipotent. It sounds very similar to the first of the Thirty-Six Tiangang Techniques, which is called "Mediation of Creation".

It's just that mediating the creation is the extremely mysterious magic method that Nuwa used when she created human beings. How can it be compared with this mere unorthodox method that deceives people with false illusions.