when!

when!

when!

On the top of the mountain, the bronze bell rang for eighteen times.

"Congratulations to the head of the ten capitals!"

"Congratulations to the head of the ten capitals!"

"congratulate……"

...

As the bell echoed, above the square, a group of Taoists bowed their heads and congratulated them loudly.

With his hair tied up in a crown, wearing a feathered crane cloak, embracing the whisk, carrying the Seven Tribulation Divine Sword, Lu Qingting walked slowly into the mountain gate.

Amid the congratulations of the disciples, brothers and even uncles, he walked into the hall to worship the ancestors.

Once in death, he was in jail for nineteen years, and finally found an opportunity to advance in the sea of ​​laws, and was promoted to the "Tianma" rank, and achieved success in the Ten Capitals.

After worshiping the ancestors of all generations one by one, Lu Qingting paused, and in front of him was the spiritual position of Yu Baimei.

"Uncle Master, my disciples will live up to their trust..."

Lu Qingting stood silently.

Behind him, several Taoists were reporting in a deep voice about the changes in the world during the twenty years he was in seclusion.

“…Eighteen years ago, Fangcun Xianshan was covered with fog, and no one came in or out again…”

"Longyuan Dao, Yu Fengxian was promoted to Martial Saint, and was suspected to be promoted to Shidu on the same day..."

"Qin Lihu, the general of Northwest Dao, is suspected to have obtained the Taoist fruit. Although he has not yet achieved the Martial Saint, his military formation is sufficiently comparable to the Martial Saint..."

"Wei Zhengxian, the three heroes of Longyuan in the past, were suspected to have obtained the Taoist fruit. Before he could walk the path of Ten Capitals, he became the Martial Saint..."

"Huikong from Lanke Temple is suspected to have become the Martial Saint. In addition, Su Ming, who once replaced him as a Buddhist son, seems to have become Jia Lan..."

...

In the past twenty years, the winds and clouds have surging, and the outer border, the inner gates, and the four seas have undergone drastic changes.

Natural disasters, demons, ghosts...

The secret that only a few people once knew has been completely spread now.

In the past twenty years, only three martial saints were born in the world, but as many as eleven people were suspected of being promoted to the ten capitals.

By chance, I got the Taoist fruit and became the master of magical powers, and there were a lot more lucky people than in previous years, most of which came from Fangcun Xianshan.

"Martial Saint..."

Lu Qingting was silent.

Even though he had obtained the pure and innocent energy that Yu Baimei had practiced for three hundred years, he still failed to enter the Martial Saint's Gate, and only succeeded to Shidu...

"Master, this is a secret letter from Northwest Road twenty years ago, which is a handwritten letter from the Northwest King. You are only allowed to watch it..."

At this time, the two Taoists seemed to remember something and handed over a handwritten letter.

"At that time, you were shut down. My masters were worried that you would ruin your practice and dare not give it to you..."

Lu Qingting reached out to take it, and his expression changed slightly.

"Master?"

Seeing his expression change, the Taoist people couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Nothing is wrong, it's just an invitation."

Lu Qingting put away the letter raft, his expression subtle and complicated.

"Ah? Invitation?"

"Invitation to watch the game..."

Lu Qingting breathed out a long sigh:

"Luckily, fortunately, if it's a little late, I'm afraid I'll miss it..."

...

...

Not only Lu Qingting, but also hanging mountains.

The Battle of Fangcunshan had already spread throughout the country and the four seas under the sending of invitations.

When Lu Qingting received the invitation, many masters from remote places had been walking for several years and were out of the frontier.

And the masters of forces such as Lanke Temple, Zhujian Villa, etc. have long gathered at the foot of Fangcun Mountain.

...

...

After Xue Dilong died, Yang Yu did not make any big fuss. Instead, he calmed him down. Except for going to the military camps, he spent most of his time sitting in the palace to practice meditation.

But even so, many families of all sizes fled the second day after he entered the city.

More things are gathered outside the imperial city, handing over the letters of worship again and again.

Outside the palace, there were crowds of people.

For the first time in his life, Jiang Xiazi was so popular with so many people, and he felt like he was so angry.

He believed that as long as he nodded and agreed to hand over the prayer letter, he would be able to earn a fortune and marry a thousand concubines...

"The Heavenly Lord of Blessings..."

Squeezing out from a group of beakers, Jiang Xiazi almost got tear off her crotch and sweated heavily.

Shidu is also a body of flesh and blood...

"I want to break the precepts..."

Even when he recited the Taoist chant, Jiang Xiazi was a little trembling. He no longer dared to approach the group of belle and covered his face with his sleeves and ran into the imperial city.

It took only more than a month to go, and the imperial city was no longer as deserted as before.

In addition to the many officials Jiang Xiazi recruited on the list, there were also many palace maids and eunuchs who had luckily survived from Xue Dilong's blood sacrifice.

These previous dynasties who had no other livelihood left behind, with the tacit approval of Yang Yu, eventually returned to the palace.

But without the master to serve, he seems to be a little idle.

Trepid ~

Suddenly, a loud eagle cries rang out into the sky, and a golden thread broke through the clouds and fog and swooped into the imperial city.

"Um?"

Jiang Xiazi's heart was thrilled:

"The prince is leaving?"

The thought flashed, and Jiang Xiazi couldn't help it. He took two steps at a time and rushed towards the southeast of the palace.

...

...

In the southeast of the palace, within the Taoist temple, Yang Yu sat cross-legged, playing with the blood beads transformed by the demon shadow.

That side comes from the Crystal Palace, with the stone tablet engraved with the "Great Power of the Two Realms and Uninterrupted Powers" is placed in front of him.

In the past six months, except for daily practice, he spent most of his time on breaking this stone tablet.

only……

"Even if the three Taoist fruits have the ultimate level, they can only accommodate six magical powers. I am afraid that this great magical power technique will not be able to be learned for the time being..."

Yu Yang said to himself.

This stone tablet is between Tao and Dharma. Those who are destined to learn great magical powers from them. If they are not destined to do so, they can use it when they have enough accumulations.

However, he could not do these two items at this moment.

unless……

"Tendu..."

Sensing the three extremely active Taoist fruits in the Gluttony Cauldron and the life map shining in the Sea of ​​Laws, Yang Yu frowned slightly.

In the cauldron of gluttony, his face was reflected in the mirror transformed by the eight or nine mysterious achievements.

A cloud-like black air rose from the middle of her eyebrows, almost about to cover her head...

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! This is from Lu Chen's murderous intent.

However, the biggest obstacle to his promotion to Shidu is no longer a threat from Lu Chen.
To be continued...