Mysterious mirror hanging high

"In order to show my respect for you, I will do my best."

After saying that, Yue Changyang drew his sword!

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A flash of sword light passed by, and Xiang Zhaoli, who was trapped in place, suddenly had his head and body separated. But after a moment, Xiang Zhaoli's physical body turned into a fine iron puppet.

The next moment, Xiang Zhaoli appeared on the other side of the puppet, his face as pale as paper, obviously not feeling well.

"Substitute puppet?" Yue Changyang raised his eyebrows and asked with interest:

"A mere Mahayana cultivator... could he withstand my sword strike and survive? Interesting... What kind of treasure is this substitute puppet?"

brush brush --

Three more immortal swords were unsheathed and stabbed at Xiang Zhaoli one after another.

ding ding ding-

Every time the magic sword stabbed Xiang Zhaoli, a puppet would appear at the spot to take his place.

Yue Changyang laughed and said, "A Golden Immortal who jumped through the ranks to fight a Mahayana cultivator actually went through such a fuss. If this gets out, I'm afraid all the creatures in the universe will laugh their heads off."

Immediately, he stopped holding back and the seven immortal swords behind him came out at the same time. The sword energy around him suddenly surged and turned into a mighty river of sword energy, which shattered and annihilated all the space within Yue Changyang's sight.

A moment later, Yue Changyang held a translucent soul spirit in his hand. The spirit body flickered, and Xiang Zhaoli's appearance could still be vaguely recognized on the blurry face.

"I never thought that I, Zhao Li, who had been invincible in my entire life and had embarked on an invincible path, would die at the hands of you, Old Six..."

“Master… Master… I’m sorry…”

A burst of sword energy burst out from Yue Changyang's fingertips, completely shattering the soul and true spirit. He then sighed:

"I have lived up to your trust... and eliminated another Daoist Seed..."

Not long after, the entire Tianxuanhe Secret Realm shook violently, and the originally extremely stable Dongtian Secret Realm suddenly collapsed and cracked, as if a world-destroying catastrophe was about to occur.

A barefoot woman in a crimson long dress with a sullen expression appeared in front of Yue Changyang.

Yue Changyang seemed to recognize the beautiful woman in front of him and bowed:

"Greetings to the Nine-Life Dao Lord."

Nine Life Daoist Lord's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Where are the people?"

Yue Changyang's expression was calm: "Xiang Zhaoli? Dead... His soul and spirit are completely destroyed. He is deader than dead!"

"you wanna die!"

Yue Changyang seemed to have truly put life and death aside, his face unprecedentedly serene and peaceful.

"I am ready to die. Please, Lord Jiu Ming, take action."

"By the way... If you see Daojun Changqing Daozun in the future, please mention this to the old man - this is just the beginning."

"This is the beginning of my counterattack!"

"die!"

Jiu Ming Daojun could no longer hold back. She just glanced at Yue Changyang with a gaze as solid as substance, and the body of Yue Changyang, who had been invincible just now, shattered into pieces, turned into fine dust, and dissipated in the air.

A soul was held captive by the Nine-Life Dao Monarch. She gritted her teeth and said, "Want a quick death? That's not easy... This era still has at least tens of billions of years left. I have plenty of time to craft you..."

At this moment, Jiu Ming looked at the empty surroundings and finally shed tears:

"Zhaoli..."

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"what!"

Jing Yu's consciousness went dark, and when he woke up again, he was in an empty hall.

"woke up?"

He looked sideways and found that a little boy in a bright yellow short robe had appeared beside him. Around the boy's neck hung a string of silver longevity locks, which jingled as he walked, which was quite pleasant to the ear.

"Are you having that dream again?" the little boy asked with a smile.

"Yes... Lord Wanshou... I..." Jing Yu said involuntarily.

He wondered, "What is this? A dream within a dream?"

This little boy is none other than the biological son of Taoist Master Changqing, Taoist Master Wanshou!

But Wanshou Daojun comforted him, "Chengxu, don't worry. For the sake of safety, I begged my father to make an exception for you this time. I will take you back to the Immortal Palace when you are reincarnated."

"This place is called the Daozun Palace. It's a place for cultivation built by a Daozun-level being. It's impervious to all evil and unchangeable... It's absolutely safe."

"This time... you can cultivate to the Golden Immortal realm in one breath... Once you have the power to protect yourself, you can venture out and seek the opportunity to become a Dao Lord."

The young Chengxu nodded: "Thank you, sir..."

The fragments in the dream began to become intermittent again. Jing Yu closed his eyes and opened them again. In an instant, he felt an extremely terrifying power in his body, which could almost destroy the world.

The Wanshou Daojun in front of him still looked like that little boy, seemingly unchanged forever. He clapped his hands with joy and said with a smile:

"Chengxu! Your physical body and Qi training have both reached the Golden Immortal level. Add to that the life-saving methods that Jiuming and I have given you, and you can hold out for a while even in front of the Dao Lord!"

"One breath... is enough for the two of us to show up and save you!"

"You can leave the temple on your own and begin to seek the Dao that suits you, striving to attain Dao Lord status before the end of the era... This will also allow Jiu Ming and I to have a new companion."

Taoist Chengxu, who was now a middle-aged man, bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Excellency..."

Then he walked out of the Taoist Temple happily and went out to travel.

The scenes in the dream flashed back and changed again... This time, Jing Yu felt that he was back in the [Daozun Temple] again, lying on the floor of the temple with his arms and legs spread out, and empty jars of various spiritual wines were scattered around him.

Taoist Master Wanshou and Taoist Master Jiuming were standing beside Taoist Master Chengxu. Wanshou was so anxious that he was running around, while Jiuming had a look of disappointment on his face and stared at Chengxu angrily.

"Chengxu, you haven't set foot outside the Daozun Palace for billions of years. How long are you going to hide here?"

Cheng Xu numbly poured a jar of spirit wine into his mouth and said in astonishment:

"Hide until the great catastrophe of the era."

"You...you neither practice cultivation nor refine your mind. How can you find the path that suits you, achieve the fruit of the Tao, and become a Taoist monarch?" Wanshou stomped his feet.

Cheng Xu curled up into a ball, his eyes dry but no tears shed, perhaps because his tears had dried up over the years:

"I won't practice anymore."

"My Lords, Chengxu has traveled the world and met many wonderful people. Among them are my friends and my lover... but... but..."

"Without exception, they all died in front of me."

"All commit suicide."

Cheng Xu whispered, "You told me that they committed suicide because their minds were blurred due to the invasion of their inner demons... But, but... Before they died, they all told me a secret."

"They died only because they were closely related to me."

"That person won't allow me to continue practicing. That person... won't allow me to attain the status of a Sovereign or a Venerable."

"As long as I continue to practice, everyone around me will die in front of me one by one."

Chengxu's voice became extremely low:

"In that case, then I won't practice anymore."