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

In an instant, the mountains and rivers changed color and a strong wind suddenly arose.

Dark clouds rolled, thunder roared, huge lightning streaked across the sky, and the entire sky darkened in an instant.

The entire capital city was shrouded in darkness and dark clouds. Countless people's hearts were beating fast and they felt that even their breathing became difficult.

Although the man looked calm on the surface, his heart was actually filled with turbulent waves.

The strength of this Taoist master is so terrifying that just by being angry he can change the color of heaven and earth. It seems that this trip was indeed not in vain.

This sudden strange phenomenon lasted for just a few breaths before disappearing.

"Who did it?"

Although Yan Xiu's tone was calm, the anger contained in it was almost about to burst out.

The wooden box contained nothing else but Qingluan.

To be precise, it should be Qingluan's body.

Yan Xiu used his spiritual sense to detect that Qingluan had already died, leaving only a lifelike corpse.

The man smiled bitterly and slowly explained the whole story.

When the fleet set out on a mission to the desert sea, Bai Rongrong and Qingluan also set off with the fleet.

With its huge fleet and the divine bird Qingluan as a backdrop, the Yuan fleet caused quite a stir wherever it went.

Xu Xiang saw the Yuan Dynasty fleet on an island.

At that time, Xu Xiang was being hunted by his enemies and was hiding in the dark to heal his wounds.

The Yuan Dynasty fleet had elixirs made by Fuzhen Temple that were very helpful to Xu Xiang's injuries, so he risked being discovered and approached the fleet.

As expected, as soon as he showed up, he was discovered by his enemies and was chased after.

But the next moment, the enemies' target shifted from Xu Xiang to the fleet.

It wasn't the gold, silver or other valuables on the fleet that tempted them, but Qingluan.

When they realized that the Blue Luan was a rare divine beast in the world, their target changed from Xu Xiang to the fleet.

Fortunately, the overall strength of the fleet was strong, and most of the invaders were killed by the sword. It was a pity that only one person escaped in the end.

Xu Xiang knew that the fleet's misfortune was caused by himself, so he immediately dissuaded the fleet from returning.

But the captain of the fleet thought they were just rats and did not follow Xu Xiang's advice, but continued to move forward.

Xu Xiang was well aware of his enemy's methods, so he stayed on the boat to do his best to help.

After the fleet sailed to the next island, the group of enemies appeared again.

This time, the fleet was no match for the powerful incoming forces and was defeated.

In the end, it was Bai Rongrong who risked her life to stop everyone, giving the fleet a chance to return.

"Even though Miss Bai risked her life to stop it, Qingluan still suffered a murderous attack."

Xu Xiang coughed while speaking, and his already pale face became even paler.

"The technique practiced by the leader of that group focused on the soul, and Qingluan died because of it."

"Miss Bai wants me to take Qingluan to a dynasty called the Great Yuan, to find a man called Dao Zun, and to tell him everything about this matter."

Xu Xiang's life was saved by Bai Rongrong, so he would naturally not go back on his word, which is why he did this.

Moreover, his injuries recovered extremely quickly because of the elixirs brought by the fleet. It is possible that he might have a chance to heal his old injuries in Fuzhen Temple.

"This wooden box is made of ancient soul-trapping wood. It can not only keep the soul from dispersing, but also lock the body from decaying. Unfortunately..."

Xu Xiang didn't finish.

Qingluan's body is still there, but his soul has long since disappeared.

After hearing his words, Yan Xiu gently stroked Qingluan's body.

The emerald green and crystal wings were still shining brightly, and Qingluan closed her eyes tightly, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

In the past, the size of the Qingluan with its wings spread out would be several meters, but now the Qingluan lying in the wooden box looks about the same size as an ordinary mountain bird.

Xu Xiang was secretly observing Yan Xiu's expression, thinking to himself.

He knew that this speech might not necessarily gain the trust of Dao Zun, but he did not have much time.

Suddenly, Xu Xiang's body shook, and his expression was dazed.

"What is the purpose of your visit?"

The controlled Xu Xiang's eyes were dazed, and he murmured: "In order to repay Miss Bai for sacrificing her life, I will take Qingluan's body to Dayuan, and by the way, see if there is a chance to heal my old injuries."

Yan Xiu's eyes were calm and he withdrew his magic.

Xu Xiang suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Yan Xiu with horror in his eyes.

He knew that Dao Zun would not easily believe his words, but he did not expect that he would fall into the trap so easily.

Not to mention that he is seriously injured now, even if he is in his prime, he would probably find it difficult to resist the Taoist Master's strange and unpredictable methods.

"Your Excellency, you have good means. Do you believe what I say now?"

Yan Xiu raised his hand and the wooden box made of the ancient soul-imprisoning tree fell into the house.

After saying this, Yan Xiu flicked his sleeves and a pill flew towards Xu Xiang.

"This pill can heal some of your injuries. Take it to heal your wounds first, and then tell me about that person in detail."

Xu Xiang took the pill and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

A big part of the reason for his trip was because of this pill.

After all, he would rather take the risk of being discovered and trade with the fleet because the elixir refined by Fuzhen Temple could slowly heal his old injuries.

After a stick of incense had passed, Xu Xiang's fluctuating aura had become slightly more stable.

His complexion had regained some vitality, but it still looked gray, as if it was naturally that way.

In Taoist temple.

Zhu Miao and his group looked towards the top of the mountain with worry in their hearts, only Xu Zhiqing was still sweeping the mountain path with a broom.

As a person in the Tiangang realm, he understands the power of Dao Zun better than anyone else.

Although the man carrying the wooden box just now seemed unstoppable on the surface, he could be destroyed in the blink of an eye in front of Dao Zun.

After a long time, everyone saw that there was no movement coming from the courtyard, and their worries gradually subsided.

"I don't know what level of cultivation that person has, but his aura alone is enough to overwhelm us."

Liu Wuyan's tone was solemn.

Tang Yu also understood this deeply and nodded.

"This man is still seriously injured. If he were in his prime, I'm afraid that only Dao Zun in the entire capital would be able to suppress him."

Xu Zhiqing, who had been sweeping the mountain path, suddenly stopped and spoke.

Everyone turned their heads when they heard this.

"Can you see that, senior?" someone asked.

Xu Zhiqing nodded slightly.

Precisely because he is the person with the highest realm in Fuzhen Temple except for Dao Zun, what he feels is more accurate and intuitive than that of others.

“I wonder where this person is from?”

Zhu Miao murmured with a puzzled look on his face.

It stands to reason that as long as such a master is a member of the Yuan Dynasty martial arts world, he will definitely be recorded in the book.

But his face looked very unfamiliar, obviously not someone from the Yuan Dynasty.

However, apart from the Lingxu Palace that was destroyed in the past, it seems that there are no more such masters in the vicinity of the Yuan Dynasty.

At this moment, Helian Cheng suddenly said: "Could this person be from outside the desert sea?"

After these words were spoken, many people showed a look of sudden enlightenment in their eyes.