The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

"You will come as expected." Shentu Shi looked at Zhao Qing with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"I thought you were cold-tempered, but now it seems I was wrong." Shentu Shi said again.

Zhao Qing said calmly: "The road is very narrow and can't hold too many things."

"But I will cherish everything that can fit in it."

Shentu Shi nodded, "It's not kind of me to threaten you with the agreement to discuss the Dao, but I owe a favor to the fortune teller."

"Today I will only discuss the Dao and not get involved in those matters. After I finish discussing the Dao, I will turn around and leave."

As he said this, he sat down cross-legged on the ground.

The same is true for Zhao Qing.

A meeting to discuss the Dao is not a battle, but it is more dangerous than a battle.

The sword of words pierces straight into the heart.

It was a fierce collision between the two people's philosophies of cultivation. The loser would not have his future cut off, but would be almost doomed.

It is necessary to give up a layer of cultivation and start practicing again in order to make up for the trauma caused by failure.

As the saying goes, the Tao cannot be heard.

The two of them had an agreement to discuss the Dao.

It happens in silence.

Only the two people at that time knew the danger.

"What a pity! If the spiritual energy had not been exhausted and we could hear what they were talking about, it might have been a great opportunity for us." Li Tianyu sighed as he looked at the two people sitting cross-legged facing each other on the street.

"Haha." Li Tianxia sneered, "Whether it is an opportunity or a disaster, it is still unknown."

"To secretly hear about other people's great principles is a taboo and a great vengeance! Anyone who steals others' principles will be punished."

Li Tianyu's mouth trembled, and he was speechless.

Just as the two of them were talking.

The outcome of that discussion has already been decided.

Shentu Shi vomited blood and his breath became weak.

"You have distracting thoughts in your mind, you feel guilty towards me, and you deserve to lose." Zhao Qing slowly opened his eyes.

Shentu Shi laughed bitterly and said nothing.

There was silence for a long time.

He asked, "Do you have any funeral plans? I, Shen Tu Shi, am sorry for you."

Zhao Qing shook his head. "Even if you weren't here, I would still come."

At this point, a ripple of shame appeared in her eyes. "If you meet my disciple in the afterlife, please help me pass on a message to her."

"Tell her that this is the limit for me as a teacher. She will have to study on her own for the rest of the incense."

Shentu Shi nodded, slowly stood up, bowed and clasped his hands, "Farewell!"

The words fell.

He turned and left without looking back.

"Good." Zhao Qing nodded, slowly stood up and walked forward.

The end of the street.

The white-haired fortune teller watched the scene quietly.

He picked up another piece with his right hand and gently pressed it on the chessboard.

next moment.

A blood curtain rose between heaven and earth.

When Zhao Qing saw this scene, his brows frowned.

"Pingtian compass."

"The supreme sacred object of the top assassin organization Pingtian Temple."

"It is rumored that the master of Pingtian Palace rose from obscurity, and relied on this treasure to climb to a higher position step by step!"

Li Tianyu's eyes were filled with solemnity.

"More than that." Li Tianxia added, "The master of Pingtian Palace is so talented that he once relied on this treasure to surpass three realms and complete an assassination!"

"It caused a sensation in the entire cultivation world at the time. To this day, no one knows how he did it. Countless people are curious about the function of this Pingtian Compass."

"It seems that today, we will finally know."

The two of them finished speaking.

The blood curtain rose completely, covering an area of ​​dozens of miles.

The two princes were stunned, and when they noticed the changes in their bodies, they both showed a look of understanding. So that's what it was.

The function of this Pingtian compass is to force a person's cultivation to be lowered to a certain level within a certain range.

"What a shrewd calculation."

"With this compass, we can not only increase the success rate of this operation, but also suppress the losses to the minimum. For these powerful people in the Void Refining Realm, there will be no losses at all!"

Li Tianyu felt that he could only use the cultivation level of the Golden Core Stage.

The fortune teller's mouth corners slightly raised.

"What a treasure the Pingtian Compass is, but this is its last show."

"After this time, it will be completely scrapped and turned into dust."

I don’t know whether he was lamenting the fate of the artifact or thinking of himself.

There was an indelible melancholy in the fortune teller's eyes.

"What a good plan." Zhao Qing looked grim. The moment the blood curtain rose on the Pingtian Compass, she knew the other party's plan.

It was because of her firm determination to follow the Tao.

I can't help feeling aggrieved.

If it was a normal assassination, she would be dead, but she could also use her peak skills to fight a big battle. Not to mention taking them away, she could also shorten their lifespan by thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Died on the road of seeking.

There is nothing to fear and nothing to regret.

But now, within this blood curtain.

She was suppressed and could only use her Golden Core cultivation.

No matter how much the battle consumes.

It will not consume too much spiritual energy. Outside of the blood curtain, they are still powerful people in the realm of refining emptiness.

The divine fortune teller made another move.

The houses on both sides of the street opened one after another.

The first to come out were a man and a tiger.

Second, there is the bald old monk.

A middle-aged man with a dark complexion...

Before the spiritual energy was exhausted, everyone here was incredibly famous and was a powerful person who dominated the area.

Take the tiger scholar for example.

Before his spiritual energy was exhausted, he was a mid-stage refining void warrior in the Baiyu region of Fuyao Tianxia, ​​and a prodigy on the Star Ranking.

The middle-aged man with a dark complexion is the chief elder of the Corpse Puppet Sect...

The old monk is from Jiuxiang Temple.

……

Take any one of them, and they are all big shots who are out of your reach.

And this moment.

However, they all used their Jindan cultivation to encircle and suppress Zhao Qing, or rather, Mu Qin.

"Muqin, I'm afraid your life will be stained with blood in the Northern Desert today."

Scholar Hu sneered and said, "You have been influenced by the incense. If you enter reincarnation after death, you may be reborn into a good one."

"But..." the dark-faced middle-aged man interrupted, "You can't enter the reincarnation cycle."

"After you die, I will dye the golden body of the river mother red with your blood, and then bury the golden body in the desert."

"The mother river in the riverless land, tsk tsk..."

All of this was arranged by the divine fortune teller.

If you want to kill someone, kill him thoroughly.

Zhao Qing's pupils shrank slightly. Facing the siege of the crowd, she knew she could not escape death. It was just hateful that she was helpless even until her death.

But she won't sit still.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind.

The Jindan cultivation has reached its peak.

The whisk in his hand turned into three thousand silver-white threads, lingering around his body.

A war is about to break out.

Those present were all powerful.

Even if he only has the Golden Core cultivation level, the noise he makes when a real battle breaks out is still terrifying.

Just a meeting.

A big hole was left on the ground.

Zhao Qing, protected by silver silk, flew backwards from the rolling dust. The tiger scholar shouted loudly, and the tiger, covered in flames, quickly pounced forward.

The middle-aged man with a dark complexion was also not idle.

With a clapp of his hands, seven or eight skeletons crawled out from the ground and pounced from all directions.

Zhao Qing frowned and looked solemn. She pinched her hands to make a magic gesture and blew hard, instantly summoning a strong wind. She used the wind force to quickly rise into the air, and the three thousand silver death attacks attacked everyone.

"Three Thousand Great Dao Silk..."

"Mu Qin's unique talent was once able to split the stars and flatten a mountain range with just a single strand of silk..."

“And now…Alas, the loneliness of the monks.”

Li Tianxia had a complicated expression.