Living forever in the deep palace

In the end, Zihuo Tianjun was unable to escape and had to face off with Su Chen.

however.

What made him unbelievable was that the battle ended very quickly, so quickly that the evolution path he had just released from the formation was interrupted.

"What kind of soul thought is this?"

"You're not a deity! You haven't even entered the realm of immortality, so why are you so strong? Could it be that you've truly reached the tenth level of heavenly being..."

Zihuo Tianjun fell in a deep pit, his breath barely alive, his eyes full of disbelief.

When he reached the first level, he reached the pinnacle of formation.

Subsequently.

He sat in meditation for a hundred years, fighting with all the cultivators of the same realm in the Divine Ruins Ksitigarbha. Relying on the remaining memories of some second-level Heavenly Monarchs, he made his own way to the top of the clouds.

The path of evolution.

With the art of formation as the foundation and the great formation in one's body, one can evolve all things and even imitate the power of other immortal ways, such as the fire magic.

His path of evolution is his biggest trump card. Even in the Holy Land, only His Majesty and the Great Demon Lord know about it.

The other fellow Taoists probably still thought that he was an extremely powerful second-level Fire Lord.

pity.

He hid so deeply, and this evolutionary path that could simulate the power of other immortals collapsed in an instant when facing the kid in front of him.

"My determination seems to be restraining the opponent's evolution..."

Su Chen seemed to be thinking about something.

This was the first time he used his absolute mind to collide head-on with the Second Realm Heavenly Monarch. He didn't expect that it would be so powerful.

The opponent just wanted to display the terrifying power of the Fire Magic, but it was instantly shattered in front of Jue Nian.

at this time.

Su Chen was not polite either.

A palm was pressed on the head of Zihuo Tianjun, serving as a medium to merge the soul and recall the past.

"What are you going to do? Look through my memories!"

"Don't even think about it."

"Our Divine Transformation Souls have all been tampered with by His Majesty. His Majesty is the closest being to a Third Realm Immortal Lord. If you awaken him, you will die..."

Zihuo Tianjun roared, his eyes filled with fear.

He couldn't help but be terrified.

If His Majesty were to be awakened in advance, the Tenth-Turn Celestial Being before him would surely die, but he would also probably die from anger.

In this regard.

Su Chen ignored it.

He did see some restrictions on Zihuo Tianjun's true soul, like chains surrounding the soul, but what was the use of that?

His soul fusion and recollection is not an ordinary soul-searching ability.

Not long after.

A series of images appeared in front of Su Chen's eyes.

Eighty thousand years ago, the Green Ox and the Evil Buddha stood tall and fought until the heaven and earth were shattered.

The Demon Ancestor Ksitigarbha appeared for the first time, his figure standing like a devilish sun, sealing the sky and locking the earth.

Also, their conspiracy all along.

Let this Ksitigarbha Demon, which has gathered all the Dao traces of the three realms, sleep, and wait until one day, they will join forces to divide everything, open the Ksitigarbha Heaven Gate, and return to their respective immortal realms...

"Ksitigarbha Heaven Gate?"

Su Chen learned new information.

Before this.

In the Shenxu Dizang world, no matter it is the evil Buddha Qingniu or the first pioneers of the immortal world, they can leave this world at will.

But after the second batch arrived and Ksitigarbha Demon Ancestor was born, it was no longer possible. It was this Ksitigarbha Demon Ancestor who reversed the Ksitigarbha Heaven Gate, and in another three hundred years, the Ksitigarbha Heaven Gate would be reversed again.

By the time.

It should become a situation where you can leave but not come in.

And that time.

The most powerful Lord promised all the immortals with great magical powers that he would join forces with them to divide up the three realms of Dao traces contained in the Demon Ancestor Ksitigarbha and leave.

"The Ksitigarbha demons feed on disrupting destiny. After so many years of manipulating destiny, they have brought order to the fate of the Ksitigarbha world. The Ksitigarbha demons have been hungry for 80,000 years, and their strength has become increasingly weak..."

"After the Ksitigarbha Gate's reversal, there will be another even greater weakening."

Su Chen digested everything.

These are the words of those great ones.

Among these lords, the number one in the Ksitigarbha Immortal Dao is also the one closest to the Three Realms Immortal Lord. Even Zihuo Tianjun does not have his appearance in his memory.

It's like this, it seems unspeakable.

Unable to remember.

Unspeakable.

"perhaps."

"This so-called Supreme is an indescribable and difficult to describe."

Su Chen shook his head.

Subsequently.

Then he turned and left.

Only the Purple Fire Lord was left in this small fishing village, watching him leave with eyes full of astonishment.

In fact.

Su Chen does not engage in meaningless hunting.

Previously, he hunted down the immortal gods only to make it easier to seize the Dao traces. Now, the Dao traces of the second realm are of no use to him.

not to mention.

In this Divine Ruins Ksitigarbha, the stars above are all Dao marks of the Second Realm, so why bother hunting to obtain them?

This Purple Fire Heavenly Monarch is insignificant to him.

See you next time.

He can still be hunted easily, he is simply a small character not worth mentioning.

"He didn't kill me."

Zihuo Tianjun’s face turned pale, as if he had been humiliated.

but.

There was nothing he could do.

After all, he was no match for the other party. He even suspected that even if the Great Demon Lord came, the two Heavenly Lords might not be able to defeat the other party even if they joined forces.

"Is this person in the middle or late stage of the Heavenly Monarch?"

"Or maybe."

"He is the second Supreme, a perfect Heavenly Sovereign?"

Zihuo Tianjun left in a daze.

He never thought about it.

one day.

In the Ksitigarbha world, he, a second-level Heavenly King, is actually not good enough.

……

……

At this time, the Great Xuan Imperial City was covered in snow, a cold wind blew, and snowflakes kept falling from the sky. It was the winter of the eighth year of Emperor Ming.

"We must find a way to defeat Luo Qingshan!"

"otherwise."

"There's no way I can destroy this dynasty, let alone restore destiny to normal. If I don't achieve anything, Purple Fire Heavenly Monarch will definitely destroy me..."

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Chu Yuntian was anxiously running around, making a new plan in his mind.

At this moment, he still didn't know what was happening outside the imperial city. He had no idea that the powerful Purple Fire Heavenly Monarch couldn't even restrain Su Chen.

now.

He even left the Great Xuan Dynasty in disgrace as a loser.

"There is."

"As long as we provoke a mortal martial saint to attack and let Luo Qingshan fight, his life span has been damaged, and he can't withstand more than a few battles of the same level."

"I remember that a hundred years ago, a Martial Saint of Slaughter appeared among the barbarians and hid in the Holy Lake on the grassland."

"As long as he knows that the Great Barbarians were annihilated, he might not..."

Chu Yuntian had a plan in mind.

Simultaneously.

He complained in his heart.

The dignified Tianjue Huashen is a well-known existence no matter where he is. Only in the three thousand kingdoms of Dizang would he work so hard to deal with a group of ants.

"If I could use the methods of the immortal way, I could easily destroy three thousand nations, and the so-called Martial Saints would be nothing but ants."

Chu Yuntian was jumping up and down, wanting to destroy the Daxuan Dynasty.

I have an idea in mind.

He immediately sent people to the Damun Holy Lake.

Without exception, all these movements in his mansion were seen by nearby spies and then passed to the palace.

In the Great Xuan Palace.

Emperor Ming was looking puzzled. He was reading a book, and his hands were shaking as he held the book.

"Why!"

He doesn't understand.

Over the years, the young emperor has always treated Prime Minister Chu as a real prime minister, and Prime Minister Chu has also worked hard to assist him.

However, in the end, all the clues pointed to the fact that the Prime Minister of Chu was trying to destroy Daxuan, but destroying Daxuan would not benefit the Prime Minister at all.

The world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit; the world is noisy, all for the sake of profit.

If you say that the Prime Minister of Chu wanted to seize power and usurp the throne and become emperor himself, that doesn't make sense at all.

This Prime Minister of Chu was pure-hearted and had few desires. Not only did he not have any descendants, he didn't even have any wives, concubines, or beauties in his house, and his relatives were all destroyed.

Being all alone, even if he aspires to be emperor, to whom can he pass the throne?

“That doesn’t make sense!”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

Emperor Ming couldn't help but look towards the Qiu Ming Palace, where his teacher, the increasingly old Luo Qingshan, was. He hesitated again and again, but couldn't help but want to ask.

"Teacher, why do I treat the Prime Minister sincerely, and the Prime Minister has also treated me sincerely, why does he have to do this? What is the reason?"

"Isn't what I promised him enough?"

"He is a Grandmaster! He lives and dies with the nation! As long as he doesn't rebel and leaves behind his bloodline, his descendants will have a share of the blessings and honors. Why doesn't he even leave behind descendants..."

Emperor Ming, now a young emperor, paced back and forth, thinking over and over but could not find the answer.

For this answer.

Luo Qingshan had some vague guesses in his mind.

When he stepped into the world of martial saint, and after all these years of wandering and returning from Daning Kingdom, he had already vaguely known or guessed something.

"This snowstorm is a bit chilly."

"His Majesty."

"Why worry about these things?"

"Let everything take its course. If the heavens bless you, Daxuan will return to its former glory. If it is heaven's will, then that is Daxuan's fate."

Luo Qingshan, with an old face and wearing a heavy robe, his eyes travel across thousands of mountains and rivers, always searching in the imperial city, but he can no longer see the towering tree.

Also.

For a mortal like him, seeing the fairy's face once is a great blessing, and seeing it a second time is a bit too much to hope for.

A martial saint on earth cannot feel cold or heat.

but.

Now, he felt it.

And you have to wear thick clothes to resist the cold.

All of this is narration.

He is dying.

just.

Before he died, he still wanted to go back to that courtyard and see the towering tree and the magnificent sight of silver light blooming all over the sky.

"teacher."

"You said...are there really immortals in this world?"

Emperor Ming was somewhat emotional.

He brought peace to the world.

During the eight years under his leadership, he destroyed the barbarians, exterminated the aristocratic families, and gave the common people the opportunity to practice cultivation. With the hearts of the entire Daxuan people in his hands, he was the master of the revival of Daxuan.

Even his martial arts were on the right track.

It won't be long.

He can then get a glimpse of the first-grade golden body of martial arts.

but.

Sometimes, when he woke up from a dream, he would recall the shocking battle more than ten years ago, when Emperor Xuan died and what he said.

That is the language of seeking immortals!

"Don't get involved with... immortals!"

This day.

This was the first time Emperor Ming was scolded, and he couldn't help but take a step back, because it was the first time he saw such a sharp and worried look in the eyes of his teacher.

Even though he was the emperor, he had to retreat.

Just because.

Standing in front of him is a Martial Saint!

……

The tenth year of Emperor Ming's reign.

The people live in peace and the weather is good.

just.

On this stormy night, in the imperial city of Daxuan, an old man in shabby clothes and barefoot came from a long journey of thousands of miles.

Wherever he passed, the ten-foot-long city gates, stretching for ten miles, were all shattered.

He came alone.

But, it is better than thousands of troops.

"The Great Barbarian Lu Jue has come to seek instruction from the Martial Saint of the Great Xuan Qing Mountain!"

"at the same time."

"Let me also ask, why did the Emperor of Daxuan exterminate millions of bloodlines of my Daman?!"

Lu Jue roared and came with murderous intent.

behind him.

There is the Great Barbarian Sun Flag, heavily planted on the ruins of Daxuan's city wall, fluttering in the wind, single-handedly challenging the entire dynasty.

Maybe others can't do it.

but.

Killing them all is acceptable.

It’s just because he is a martial saint in the world who can suppress the martial saint of an entire country.

The Martial Saint is coming!

Moreover, he was a martial saint who became famous throughout the world a hundred years ago.

now.

Coming for revenge of the destruction of the country.

The entire Great Xuan Imperial City, and even the dynasty, were in panic.

"Cough cough."

royal palace.

Luo Qingshan kept coughing. His hair was all white and he was wearing a thick cotton coat. He no longer looked like a Martial Saint, but more like an ordinary old man on his deathbed from Daxuan.

But even so.

He still took a step forward and stepped out of the Qiu Ming Palace for the first time in ten years.

"If you go here, you will die."

"teacher."

Emperor Ming, his voice was a little hoarse.

As an emperor, he hoped that Mu Qingshan would go. This was in his own interest as an emperor, and he would not allow a foreign martial saint to humiliate him by knocking on the door on the ruins of the city wall.

But, emotionally, he didn't want to.

He knows.

From now on, regardless of victory or defeat, there will no longer be a Qingshan Martial Saint in the world.

For the first time in ten years, he had someone he could trust unconditionally, and who was also his strong support. This old man was like his father and elder.

As a younger generation, he doesn't want his elders to die.

"Ming."

"rest assured."

"I will win."

"No matter what, I was chosen by that immortal among the millions of people in Daxuan. Even if I don't humiliate this gentleman, I will win..."

Qingshan Martial Saint, this old man, rubbed the emperor's head lovingly, just like an elder taking a last look at his junior before leaving.

Subsequently.

He walked into the wind and rain without looking back.

Although the steps are stumbling, the pace is more firm than ever.

The wind and rain are getting more violent.

On the ruined city wall, the ferocious old man with blood-red hair and the appearance of a demon looked like a devil. He looked at the old man who was walking with a crutch and wrapped in a heavy cotton coat with contempt and said.

"Are you Luo Qingshan?"

"Ah!"

"Martial Saint is the ultimate in the human world, and there is only one realm. But in my opinion, you are no longer a Martial Saint in the human world!"

"Kill you first!"

"Massacre the Imperial City again to prove my destiny of extermination."

Bang!

Lu Jue took action.

That night, the sky was filled with wind and rain, thunder flashed, and there were two violent gusts of air, like tornadoes, blowing the wind and rain straight into the sky, colliding and fighting each other.

This battle lasted for three days and three nights, and was very similar to the shocking battle between Luo Qingshan and Emperor Xuan many years ago.

finally.

There is no winner.

Luo Qingshan cut off Lu Jue's head, and the last bit of life in his body slowly dissipated.

"I really want to take another look at the flowers of the silver tree that covers the entire courtyard."

Luo Qingshan stood.

Before death.

He looked at the crowd of onlookers in the imperial city and suddenly saw a familiar figure. He was a young man, as beautiful as a poem or painting, holding a pot of old wine, and looking at him.

At this moment, he saw the immortal, and finally saw the beautiful scenery of the immortal world that he was reluctant to leave, and the flowers of the silver tree that he would never forget once he saw it.

"That tree has grown bigger again."

“It’s blooming again.”

"What a nice view."

In the tenth year of Emperor Ming's reign, two martial saints fought in a storm and both died.