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

After completely annihilating Jiang Rong Heng, the long river of sword energy just hung lightly above the sky, like a pure white cloud.

However, this cloud exudes endless sharpness and sharp sword energy, which makes the entire world pale in comparison.

At the moment Rong Heng died, the blood that reached his ankles evaporated into thin air.

The strong smell of blood that was originally floating in the air also disappeared.

Yan Xiu retracted his gaze and lightly glanced at the people on the Sky Holy Island.

The person who was swept felt cold all over, and a chill went from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Who on earth is this evil Taoist? Elder Rong died in his hands!"

"Could it be that the rumors in the world of Great Yuan are true? Could it be that this Taoist is really an immortal who has descended to the mortal world?"

"Don't try to boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige. Even if Elder Rong is dead, so what? We still have Elder Qin here!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of all the disciples of the Holy Sky Island fell on Elder Qin.

Since leaving the sect, Elder Qin has been silent like a shadow. His presence is almost zero, as if he is out of tune with everything around him.

If their fellow disciples hadn't reminded them, they would have almost forgotten about him.

After witnessing Rong Heng's death, Elder Qin's expression remained as calm as a deep pool, without any ups and downs, as if Rong Heng's death did not arouse any interest or attention in him at all.

But Yan Xiu's eyes were always on him.

"Your Excellency, why don't you come out? Do you want me to treat you?"

Yan Xiu suddenly spoke.

However, these inexplicable words left everyone present confused and at a loss.

Could it be that besides these two groups of people, there are other people hiding in the dark?

"Senior Xu, besides the Dao Master, you are the one with the highest realm here, but have you noticed the presence of others?"

Tang Yu came to Xu Xiang and asked.

Xu Xiang shook his head and replied, "I didn't notice anyone lurking in the dark."

He paused and continued, "It is possible that the person's realm is far beyond mine, so it is reasonable that I cannot detect him."

"But even so, we don't have to worry. No matter how insidious and cunning that person is, he can never be a match for Dao Zun."

Xu Xiang was originally a little worried.

But after seeing the methods of Dao Zun, the only concern in his heart was thrown out of his mind.

Even the Xuanhuang Bell, which was said to be difficult to break even in the realm of creation, was smashed to pieces by a single palm strike from the Taoist Master.

Even if someone from the realm of creation really came, he would probably end up like the Xuanhuang Bell.

On the field.

The disciples of the Holy Sky Island looked around, trying to guess who Yan Xiu was talking about.

If the people coming are from our side, I don’t know if they can be a match for Dao Zun.

Seeing that Elder Qin remained as still as a mountain, Yan Xiu spoke again.

"No need to hide anymore. The moment you stepped into the capital of the Great Yuan Dynasty, I already knew where you were hiding."

As he spoke, Yan Xiu's gaze gradually moved down to Elder Qin's abdomen, his eyes revealing an indescribable depth of meaning.

Upon hearing this, Elder Qin's lips suddenly curled up into a stiff and weird smile, like the cold wind in winter, which made people shudder.

"Interesting, you are the first person who has seen through me in all these years."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was speaking for the first time in his life.

Elder Qin quickly pulled out the sharp short blade from his waist and stabbed it into his abdomen without hesitation.

"Elder Qin, what are you doing?"

The disciples of the Holy Sky Island were horrified upon seeing this, all looking incredulous, wondering if Elder Qin had gone crazy.

It would be fine if you didn't become an enemy of the Taoist Master, but why did you start hurting yourself?

But what was strange was that after the short blade that could cut through iron like mud pierced his abdomen, there was no blood flowing as imagined.

Elder Qin was seen holding the short blade tightly, and cutting a gash in his abdomen with stiff movements.

"Qing'er, close your eyes!"

At this moment, Yan Xiu suddenly shouted.

Qing'er, who was on the top of the mountain, was staring at this scene with wide eyes.

After hearing her master's words, she immediately closed her eyes tightly.

puff--!

I saw an arm suddenly stretched out from the wound cut by the short blade, as abrupt and terrifying as a ghost.

This arm looked like it had never seen the sun. Its skin was as pale as snow and it was so thin that only the skin remained tightly attached to the skeleton, exuding a heart-pounding weirdness.

At the same time, blood finally flowed out from it, like thin red lines, which looked particularly glaring on the pale skin.

As the short blade in Elder Qin's hand fell again and again, the wound that was originally only wide enough for an arm to pass through gradually expanded, becoming wider and more hideous.

The huge wound was extremely dark inside, as if blocking all vision and making it impossible to get a full picture.

Countless amounts of blood poured out from the hideous wound, and the entire scene was once again filled with a strong smell of blood.

Elder Qin still had a blank expression on his face, indifferent to all the pain, and just mechanically repeated the actions in his hands.

The disciples of the Holy Sky Island behind him had already retreated in fear at this horrifying sight.

"Elder Qin, Elder Qin, what's wrong with you?"

One of the disciples mustered up the courage to ask in a trembling voice.

Upon hearing this, Elder Qin twisted his neck 360 degrees stiffly and revealed a strange smile.

"Oh no! Elder Qin must have fallen under the spell of that Taoist master!"

Some disciples speculated.

Despite this, they did not dare to step forward to help, for fear of following Rong Heng's path.

After all, they had witnessed with their own eyes the power of the long river of sword energy just now.

Even Elder Rong, who is as strong as he is in the Qiankun realm, is no match for them. If they go up to him, they will only be seeking death.

"Little Master, what happened down there?"

Although Qing'er covered her eyes tightly, she could still hear the sound and couldn't help but feel curious.

Xu Xiang's face also looked a little pale.

In response to Qing'er's question, Xu Xiang didn't say much, but just asked her not to open her eyes.

Pfft——!

Suddenly, as if driven by a mysterious force, another arm suddenly stretched out from the hideous wound.

As the flesh and blood squirmed in the thick blood, making sticky sounds, a head covered in mucus and blood slowly emerged.

The head was covered in sticky blood, with a few strands of hair stuck to it.

His eyes were closed on his wrinkled face, like a newborn baby.

After the pair of pale and thin arms, which were as thin as two dry vines, were fully stretched out, they supported the edge of the bloody wound and gradually stretched out the whole body, appearing in front of everyone.

He was as thin as a bamboo pole, completely naked, and his skin was as pale as snow.

The aura emanating from his body seemed extremely weak, and even a warrior at the lower third level could easily kill him.

But his strange appearance made everyone present tremble with fear.