The heavens started from Dafeng to beat people up

As the breeze blew, mist rose from the ancient cave, and a man with features similar to Yin Tiande walked out.

Yin Tianzhi persuaded: "Brother should not get involved in this matter when it involves saints."

His elder brother is now standing in the sixth small realm of the second heaven of Xiantai, he has personally beheaded the supreme leader, and his strength is as deep as the sea, enough to fight against Ziweixing.

However, there is a saint involved in this matter, and the risk is extremely high. Once the saint is still in the state, the consequences will be disastrous.

Yin Tiande's eyes flashed, thinking about the gains and losses.

The two stood side by side with different expressions.

Yin Tiande's eyes were deep. The appearance of the ancient scriptures of the gods was Ziwei's greatest opportunity. He was very excited and didn't want to give up just like this. He had a great opportunity before, and he could compete against the king in a short period of time. As for the saint, he was really not sure.
Finally, Yin Tiande took a step forward, and in an instant, the ripples of the Dao appeared, and the purple energy around him moved towards the star field.

Yin Tianzhi was a little worried. He watched his brother leave, stood alone in Ziya for a long time, and then walked back to the ancient cave slowly——
The silver moon hangs high, and the sacred land of Mingling is covered by the deserted moonlight.

This is a strange mountain range, the mist is blowing, and the Taoist temple is located on it, like a Taoist gate in the underworld.

The pitch-black earth, colorful lakes, and towering mountains and rivers together form a picture scroll.

In this environment, a magnificent ancient temple stands, dyed with silver brilliance, mysterious and solemn, vast and upright, gathering the essence of stars and moons.

In the distance, all kinds of big mountains stand side by side, and this place is not an ordinary place, and there is a kind of restrained and terrifying aura.

There is a hazy layer of mist between this place and the outside world, which is the protective barrier of the Longevity Temple.

Chu Linyang, with black hair and shawl, and crystal-clear skin, walked out of the misty mist, showing his own traces. He left from the Emperor Capital of the Ziwei God Dynasty, crossed hundreds of millions of miles, and landed in this quiet mountain.

The three-queed Taoist and Zifa brothers and sisters followed respectfully behind him. The longer he stayed beside Chu Linyang, the more he could feel his immeasurable powers, vastness, and a kind of surrender from the heart.

Looking at the black light and mist in front of him, Chu Linyang didn't force his way into it, nor did he try to break through it. He felt a vague aura. It was the law of the quasi-emperor circulating, and there was an incomplete formation pattern of the quasi-emperor here.

"There has been a quasi-emperor, no wonder half of the chapters are secret, this place is quite extraordinary!"

Chu Linyang stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the world with a calm expression.

He didn't care about the so-called quasi-emperor's remnant formation, but he was a little curious about the relationship between the concept of longevity and that Celestial Venerable.

The concept of longevity, immortality, hehe, interesting.

According to the original book, even if it really has something to do with Changsheng Tianzun, he didn't take the concept of longevity to heart.

After dozens of breaths, the fog dissipated, and a river of golden runes gushed out of the ancient temple. Compared with the silver moonlight under the sky, it shone brightly, spreading out from the void, and spreading to Chu Linyang's underfoot.

At the end of the rune light path, dozens of old people in Tsing Yi came out, all of them were elders on the fairy platform, with a trace of solemnity on their faces.

Seeing Chu Linyang, who was full of qi and blood, looked like a young man, his face was full of horror. He didn't expect to see a saint with his own eyes in the end of the Dharma Era, and he quickly bowed down to salute.

It was the first time for Chu Linyang to meet these people, but Taoist Sanque had introduced them before coming here, and he knew all the main characters.

Now it's natural to see it right now, the person in the lead is the Taoist priest of the Qing Dynasty, the ancestor of the temple of longevity.

There is a middle-aged man standing behind the Qing Gu Taoist, who is the personal disciple of the Qing Gu Taoist, and also the master of the Changsheng Temple.In addition, there are three assistant viewers accompanying him, and Taoist Zhengde, the father of Sanque Taoist, is also among them.

The ancient Taoist of Qing Dynasty kept looking at Chu Linyang, who looked like an ordinary person, since he came out, a clear look flashed in his eyes, he stepped forward respectfully and said:
"I have seen my seniors in Qing Dynasty, and the seniors came to me this time, which really made me admire. I would like to ask if seniors are not from Ziwei?"

"I'm from Beidou, and it's my first time visiting Ziwei."

Chu Linyang responded lightly, and then said straight to the point: "You should know the purpose of my trip."

The green-robed old man nodded slightly, his expression clear.

Daoist San Que had sent the news in advance, so he naturally had a decision in his heart at this moment.

A saint came to the door in person, and it was a saint in the world, not those who were dying of old age. This was no longer a question of whether he wanted to, but a choice he had to make.

this point is very important!

Living, seriously injured, dying, dying, the saints are in different states, and the methods of longevity concept are naturally different.

"Senior, the ancient scriptures of the gods have been prepared, please go to the temple and tell them."

Taoist Qinggu didn't say much here, he exchanged greetings, and respectfully led Chu Linyang into the pure land.

The rest of the monks looked respectful and followed behind, facing a holy man, even the Lord of Longevity was not qualified to interrupt, it was a great fortune to let them see the holy face of the world.

The inside and outside of the formation are completely different, the orchids inside the formation are swaying, the ancient trees are towering, it is a scene of a fairy family sect.

Wisps of divine power interweave and change, entwining the ancient Taoist temple of longevity, surrounded by life essence and liquid, spiritual plants are everywhere, and the fragrant medicinal fragrance can be smelled from a long distance.

The silvery moon hangs high, the pine forest is picturesque, the clear springs and stones are flowing upwards, and the wooden buildings are dotted among them. It is natural and true. It really seems to be detached from the world. There is a kind of tranquility outside the three worlds.

The divine rainbow passed by, and a group of people directly entered the holy temple and began to discuss confidential matters.

In the ancient hall, Chu Linyang and the Qing ancient Taoist were sitting opposite each other. In front of them was a bronze chessboard with two black and white pieces inlaid on it, exuding a faint Taoist charm.

In the black and white Dao line, the illusion of the world is constantly lingering, and the prosperity is advancing and retreating. This is a deep-seated Dao track, which represents the other party's Dao fruit.

The Qing Gu Taoist didn't say a word, just clinging to the sunspots, silently looking at the chessboard.

Chu Linyang felt a little bit of the artistic conception of dry glory, and said lightly:

"Guiguan and Renwangdian each hold half a volume of ancient scriptures, but the incomplete scriptures cannot be deciphered. Only when they are perfect can the magic be revealed. The two parties are afraid of each other, so they can only sit back and watch the treasure mountain without entering."

Chu Linyang didn't want to cause more killings this time, so he could talk if he could. After all, the concept of longevity has no grievances or enmity with him.

But if the concept of longevity really doesn't know how to praise, then the concept of longevity is wrong, so don't blame him for being cruel, after all, there is a lot of cause and effect for letting an emperor go for nothing.

After a while, the green-robed old man pondered for a while, as if he was talking about how to gain benefits for the concept of longevity without angering Chu Linyang, and said:

"Senior, to be honest, I already have some ideas for deciphering that volume of ancient scriptures, and I don't need the Hall of Kings."

Hearing these remarks, Chu Linyang narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't expect the fairy-like guy in front of him to open his mouth.

According to the timeline in the original book, at least decades later, the two forces could not restrain their desire for divine arts and decided to work together to obtain the taboo secret art.

You have a cracking idea with a hammer, play with me here.

"It seems that you want me to return empty-handed." Chu Linyang sighed, and the atmosphere quietly became serious.

Seeing Chu Linyang's unwavering expression, Qinggu Daoist's gaze was fixed, his attitude softened a bit, and he said: "Senior, you are worrying too much. Now that senior is here in person, Qinggu has his own measure."

"It seems that Fellow Daoist is still suspicious!"

The corner of Chu Linyang's mouth raised slightly, he could see what Qinggu Taoist was thinking.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and an overwhelming saintly aura surged out instantly. The ancient temple shook instantly, and countless lines flashed with light.

Many people present shouted and trembled under the majestic aura that almost penetrated the heavens, but those who stood close to it would not change color, and many people even worshiped uncontrollably.

This is an existence who has gone a long way in the realm of saints.

The face of the ancient Taoist in Qing Dynasty changed drastically, and there was no luck in his heart. He stood up and saluted: "Senior, calm down, everything is according to your wishes, and the longevity temple is willing to take out the ancient scriptures of the gods!"

Facing a perfect saint, the Taoists of the Qing Dynasty kept their attitude very low, even skipping the process of bargaining.

Originally, seeing Chu Linyang's gentle attitude, he wanted to test it out, but now there is no need to talk about everything.

In this era, a saint is enough to change everything, and the other party suffered a jihad after he was born, and it still exists today, which can explain many things.

Seeing that the other party's holy prestige was calming down, the Taoist priest of Qing Dynasty lowered his eyebrows and ordered to the contemporary temple master: "Take out the ancient scriptures of the gods!"

A man in Tsing Yi Gong claimed yes, and then led several old people to retreat.

After a while, the Master of Longevity came back holding a jade box.

The ancient Taoist of the Qing Dynasty reached out to take a picture, opened the jade box, and took out half a page of scripture fragments that were as bright red as blood.

As soon as the scriptures appeared, in an instant, the magnificent sunlight dyed the entire bronze chessboard with a layer of golden red, which was steaming and brilliant.

The red clouds are bright and almost transparent, and there are phoenix sounds in the ancient scriptures, which are clear and deafening.

This is an ancient scripture made of phoenix blood and red gold!

You can't even fake it. This kind of thing is too precious to be seen in thousands of generations, and no one will squander it.

It has existed for an unknown number of years, but the red clouds that should have soared to the sky are now restrained within one meter square, and the blood gold is mottled with rust.

Chu Linyang glanced at this page of incomplete scriptures, put it away with a calm expression, then stood up, and said indifferently: "Very good, when I gather this page of ancient scriptures, I may consider giving you a chance to have a look at them." .”

The ancient Taoist of Qing Dynasty watched Chu Linyang put the scarlet golden page of the phoenix blood into his arms, sighed, and said nothing.

Seeing the other party's attitude of being unmoved by the immortal gold and divine arts, the Qinggu Taoist frowned slightly, and thought to himself: "As expected of a saint, this kind of state of mind has reached the point where people can't match it, and I am far behind."

For nearly a thousand years, he has been comprehending the "Secret of Longevity", and has read the enlightenment left by the patriarch countless times, but he still can't touch the threshold of the holy way. Now he sees a real saint, and he can't help but feel a little bit embarrassed.

Chu Linyang waved his big sleeves, stepped out, and a golden light appeared under his feet, ignoring many restrictions of the pure land, and went away in an instant.

After a while, Mingling was quiet, the bright moon was shining on the wilderness, only the white light was shining, and the world was plain and peaceful.

Under the endless moonlight, strands of moonlight poured down like water.

"Old Ancestor, are you just letting a foreign sage take away the ancient scriptures?!"

The master of the contemporary longevity temple stepped forward and said rather unwillingly.

This is an ancient scripture of the gods. It is said that it contains the mystery of immortality. The concept of longevity has been obsessed with immortality for tens of thousands of years. Now it is easily taken away by others. No one will be reconciled.

"Be optimistic about the concept of longevity. Your ancestors' ten thousand-year foundation may depend on you in the future."

The Qing Gu Taoist sighed secretly, his face dull.

The ancient Taoist Temple of Longevity was shining with silver light, which was incomparably beautiful, and the next moment, the entire ancient temple rose from the ground, turning into a stream of light and flying towards the distance with moving momentum.

Taoist Sanque looked at the ancient Taoist temple in the distance, and the helplessness in his heart was beyond words, but there was nothing he could do——
Stars fall, the night fades, the mountain fog gradually rises, blackness turns into darkness, darkness turns into yin, and yin turns into yang.

Layers of clouds appeared at the end of the sky, crimson and flourishing. Sun Xingjun flew out from the extreme east with a golden chariot, and sprinkled the light of the sun on the land.

Among the mountains and ravines, a cloud exuding seven colors, a very sacred light, flew rapidly in the morning light, and passed a long cloud line in the deep sea.

In the escape light, Zi Yan, a girl with purple pupils, showed a sweet smile on her elf-like beautiful face. She looked at the handsome man shrouded in fairy light, and said:

"Master, I think the people in the Ziwei Starfield still know the times. In front of the master, they don't dare to show their atmosphere. The ancient scriptures of the gods will give it."

Zi Chuan, a purple-haired man, looked at his younger sister Qiaoxiao Qianyi, and his face was a bit ugly. This younger sister seemed to have really fallen into the tiger's mouth, and he felt very uncomfortable. This is a common problem of men, and he can't avoid it.

But he thought about it again, his sister would marry sooner or later, and it would be a good thing to commit herself to an unfathomable man like Chu Linyang.

If they could get this man's help, their Ziyun clan's power might be able to go one step further in the Eternal Star Field, and even dominating the entire Eternal Star Field would not be a fantasy.

Just when he was about to say something, suddenly, he saw Chu Linyang raised his eyebrows, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and swallowed his words again.

He couldn't have guessed what he was thinking about, right?

The next moment, they emerged from the flight, the morning glow was misty, Chu Linyang remained motionless, and thought to himself: "It's finally here, I knew it, how could this group of Dacheng kings forget it!"

The next moment, the sea of ​​clouds was churning, and a tall figure fell from the starry sky like a flying fairy, and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, as if from outside the domain, and it was incredibly fast.

In the other direction, a person wrapped in divine splendor appeared in midair out of thin air, traversing the past and present, like a god descending into the world.

The mutation reappeared, a bright long rainbow broke through the sky, and a being shrouded in fairy light walked out.

The third Dacheng King appears!
"Oh, it's very lively, one by one, what's the matter, you dare to stop me in front of me?!"

Chu Linyang's eyes were as deep as the sea, and he calmly looked at the three Dacheng kings who could be called the peak of crape myrtle.

The clear blue sky was cloudless and as clear as jasper. At this moment, even the clouds seemed to know that something was wrong and hid far away. (end of this chapter)