As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

The most important thing is, isn’t the dispute over the ancestral temple a Taoist tradition?

The tradition has been passed down for so many years and so many disciples have died, how can it just end?

"I'm not crazy. I've never been more sober than now!"

Zhao Tianlai looked at Qing Yunzi's back and said in a low voice: "Uncle Master, although the Taoist sect is divided into two branches, there has never been a time when swords were drawn against each other since ancient times.

But ever since you forced the drunkard out of the sect, the gap between the worldly and otherworldly lineages has become increasingly larger, and now it has reached a point of tension.

Let it go on like this.

Secession and civil war are only a matter of time.

Is it the ancestral temple? Is it orthodox? What is the significance of it to the Taoist sect today?"

Zhao Tianlai limped out the door.

Xuan Lingzi wanted to say something but hesitated, and ultimately did not stop it.

In fact, in recent years, the Taoist atmosphere is not only annoying to those who are worldly-minded, but those who are otherworldly-minded also don't like it. It is full of chaos and chaos, and they are entangled in cause and effect and cannot be free, which is contrary to purity and inaction.

Zhao Tianlai pressed the bamboo stick in his hand against the stone slab, and as he took steps, a rhythmic and dull sound was heard.

The already gloomy Master's Hall was made even more depressing.

Xuan Lingzi felt as if every word from Zhu Zhang was piercing his heart, and the air was filled with suffocating murderous intent.

With every step Zhao Tianlai took, his murderous intent grew more intense.

The distance was less than ten feet, but Xuan Lingzi felt it was farther away than two worlds.

Zhao Tianlai was already standing at the entrance of the hall. The murderous intent was like substance, bending his spine, which was not straight to begin with, and causing it to creak, leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind him.

Qing Yunzi did not take any action, but the murderous intent he exuded was enough to force Zhao Tianlai into this state.

This is the power of the saint.

The master's strength is becoming more and more terrifying.

"Brother Zhao..."

There was a flash of pity in Xuan Lingzi's eyes. Under this almost tangible murderous intent, if Zhao Tianlai took another step, he would probably be completely turned into a pile of flesh and blood and exploded to death.

Zhao Tianlai turned around and glanced at Qing Yunzi.

The figure sitting on the cushion had chaotic mist swirling around him, as if he was in another world with his back to all living things. He was no longer human.

"Junior brother, I have made up my mind to leave!"

Zhao Tianlai tremblingly took out a stick of incense from his sleeve and placed it on the ground, saying in a low voice: "The Taoist tradition has been passed down for thousands of years, fighting demons and defending the Tao, protecting the human race, and it cannot end in our generation.

A time of great chaos is approaching, and the Taoist sect is about to collapse.

If the uncle insists on having his own way.

Let me burn this half-broken body to continue the incense of the Taoist sect."

After saying this, he straightened his Taoist robe, and his hunched body slowly straightened up. He bowed deeply to Qing Yunzi, reaching down to the ground.

Then he took that step resolutely.

"Master..."

Xuan Lingzi knelt on the ground and pleaded for Zhao Tianlai.

Although he didn't know why the Taoist sect was on the verge of collapse just because a few disciples were captured, he could see that Zhao Tianlai was determined to become a martyr, and he only hoped that Qing Yunzi would show mercy to him.

Zhao Tianlai has already taken a step.

The murderous intent that seemed to be tangible suddenly became stagnant, as if it had imprisoned time and space. The terrifying pressure was all poured down on Zhao Tianlai, and he turned into a bloody man in an instant!

"Master!"

Xuan Lingzi's face was filled with horror. He didn't expect that his master actually wanted to kill Zhao Tianlai.

"boom!"

Just when Zhao Tianlai was about to explode, Qing Yunzi, with his back to the crowd, suddenly waved his sleeves, and the terrifying pressure dissipated.

It was as if the actual murderous intent was shattered like a mirror.

And Zhao Tianlai's figure was blasted out of the Taoist gate.

"roll!"

After throwing Zhao Tianlai out.

Qingyunzi waved his sleeves and Xuanlingzi was thrown out as well.

The door to the Master's Hall slammed shut.

Only Qing Yunzi was left sitting on the cushion, looking up at the statue of Taoist Ancestor in front of him.

As the hall closed, the light shining on the statue of Daozu gradually dissipated, and darkness swallowed everything!

at the same time.

In Qing Yunzi's sea of consciousness, the surging waves gradually calmed down, and the blue color above the sky turned into complete darkness.