Desperate Night

The huge grief was like a wave, hitting his rational defense line one after another.

"Dad just cast a spell on me and told me to hide well. I am a little worried about my parents?" Ying'er was still asking.

"They, they are fine." Ku Chan's tears and snot were all over his face, and were blown away by the strong wind and thrown behind him.

He answered with a sob.

"You have to hold on and get better soon. When the time comes, our family will be together. All together."

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

On the road ahead, a white five-seater car was coming towards them.

On the side of the car, there were dark golden words of Yunshushan Daomai Jiumen.

He recognized this kind of car. This is an exclusive luxury car that is usually only equipped by the top leaders of the Daomai.

Such a high-level big man must carry quick-acting medicine and first-aid talismans to save his life!

"Help!" Ku Chan suddenly shouted, slowed down the motorcycle, and swung sideways to block the other party's way.

The car also braked quickly and almost didn't hit it.

Click.

The car door opened, and a mysterious man wearing a black slim Taoist robe and a golden eagle mask got out of the car.

"Hurry up and save my wife!! She was seriously injured by the higher-ups in the spiritual disaster."

Swish!

In an instant, a golden shadow quickly approached Ku Chan and hit him in the chest.

Bang! ! !

The spiritual shock, like the sound of an ancient bell, instantly shook his entire consciousness.

Then, there was a sharp pain in his heart.

When he came to his senses.

Ku Chan saw himself flying backwards in the air, his body arched up and floating in the air.

A large amount of blood gushed out of his chest and fell down.

His wife Ying'er had already rolled to the ground and fell powerlessly in front of the golden eagle masked man.

Swish.

The masked man drew a sword from behind him, and a cold light flashed.

The blade passed through Ying'er's neck and split it in two.

The head rolled out, blood gushed out, and everything seemed to be still at this moment.

"No!!! Ying'er!!!"

Ku Chan opened his eyes wide, and the pain in his heart at this moment could not be compared to the pain and despair caused by watching his fiancée and unborn child being killed in front of him.

"The Chixiao Sword is really wasted in your hands."

The golden eagle masked man said coldly, grabbing Ku Chan from a distance.

Clang!

The red Chixiao Sword flew out of the air and landed steadily in his palm.

This first inherited Taoist weapon, which is famous all over the world, fell into the hands of this mysterious golden-faced man without any resistance.

This inherited Taoist weapon that can only be used by this sect can actually be controlled by this person!

This completely overturned the basic common sense that Ku Chan had learned since childhood.

Plop.

Ku Chan fell off the cliff and smashed directly into the surging canyon water at the bottom, splashing a large piece of waves.

The golden-faced man kicked Ying'er's body out with one kick, letting it fall off the cliff together.

"Don't you need to finish him off?" Another golden-faced man got out of the car and asked in a deep voice.

"I pierced his heart, so he's dead for sure." The golden-eagle masked man replied coldly. "Let's go, we got the Chixiao Sword."

The two quickly got in the car, passed the motorcycle, and sped away.

At this time, at the bottom of the cliff, in the canyon river.

Ku Chan's heart was pierced, but his powerful Taoist realm and technique cultivation, as well as his years of hard work to break through himself, prevented him from dying completely for a while.

He opened his eyes wide and slowly sank to the bottom of the cold and turbid water.

The tattered Taoist robe on his body emitted strands of dark red blood in the water.

Everything at this moment seemed to be quiet. Only he quietly looked at the agitated light blue water above his head.

In the broken waves, it seemed that all the scenes he had experienced in his life from childhood to adulthood were constantly replaying.

He just sank quietly, sank quietly

Like a still statue, motionless.

Until.

Puff.

A new corpse also slowly sank from above.

It was Ying'er's headless corpse.

Her head was washed away by the rapids and no one knew where it went.

Ku Chan slowly raised his head and looked at the body of his wife who was once very familiar to him.

Slowly, waves of loneliness, despair, and gloomy huge spiritual fluctuations on his body dissipated towards the surroundings.

In this dark underwater depth, the last step that had troubled Ku Chan for a long time, breaking through the limits of his own Taoism and walking out of a new path that belonged to him, seemed to be completely clear at this moment.

Buzz.

A purple fluorescence suddenly lit up under the skin of Ku Chan's neck.

It was a piece of purple metal the size of a fingernail that his parents implanted in him when he was a child.

At that time, he didn't know what it was, but now, Ku Chan understood.

This was a super-micro life-saving technique that his father spent huge resources on him.

Underwater, circles of increasingly majestic spiritual fluctuations, with Ku Chan as the center, continued to spread around.

The wound on his heart also healed quickly under the recovery of the life-saving spell, and the bleeding point was forcibly blocked.

Ku Chan silently went up and reached out to catch Ying'er's sinking body.

The majestic spiritual fluctuations on his body began to shrink suddenly, like a black hole, as if it could swallow and absorb all the consciousness and thoughts around it.

This state of extreme dispersion and internal contraction has a unified honorific title in Xuanmen.

Its name is: Tianshi.

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On the roadside.

Yu Hong kept dialing the number with his mobile phone.

Buzz.

A white car passed by him, and it seemed to have the mark of the Dao vein engraved on it.

Yu Hong was going to take a closer look, but the phone in his hand was connected, so he didn't care.

"Hello, is this Zuo Tianshi? I am Zhengrou, the master of Qingchen Temple of Dao vein."

"I am Tianshi Daotong Hongming. Tianshi is not available now. If you have anything to say, please tell me. I will write it down and pass it on to him." A lazy young female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I have an urgent matter here. Can you please give the call directly to Zuo Tianshi?" Yu Hong frowned.

Click.

The other party hung up.

Yu Hong was furious and called the other party again. But this time the other party didn't answer the call and ignored it directly.

More than ten times in a row, he was so angry that he left a message directly on the phone, and then simply changed his number.

This time it was handed to Xu Chong, the Tianshi of Xiayuan Tianshi Mansion.

This time it was okay. After dialing three times, a Taoist child on the other side told him gently. Master Xu Tianshi has gone out, and he never brings his cell phone with him. If you have something to say, you can leave a message.

The message is over.

A phone number from Qinghuang was also sent.

"This is the phone the leader has been using these days, and it has expired." Qinghuang sent another message later.

Yu Hong dialed directly.

Click.

The other party actually answered it immediately.

"Excuse me, is this Senior Long Qingzi from the Seven Evils Alliance?" Yu Hong asked.

"Wrong number." The other party replied impatiently.

Click, and hung up.

Yu Hong held the phone, and for a moment he didn't even know whether he should continue to call.

After a moment of silence, he recovered from his mood swings and sent text messages to the three numbers one by one. He carefully described the intensity of the spiritual disaster he saw.

After doing this, he took a deep breath and returned to the car.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel something and looked down the cliff in the distance.

There seemed to be something there, which emitted a violent fluctuation for a moment.

But then there was no movement at all.

"." Yu Hong hesitated but did not go to check. Instead, he turned the car around and headed back to Taizhou.

The situation is dangerous, and now we must go back to the headquarters as soon as possible.

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The destruction of Zihe Palace has been completely confirmed.

One of the three great Xuanmens with hundreds of years of history, the third of the Nine Gates, was completely destroyed and disappeared in such a short time.

Even the Taoist Kuchan, who was known as the first genius of Xuanmen, was nowhere to be found. It is suspected that he also died.

This news was like a bomb, which shocked the entire Yasong sorcerer community.

But before everyone could calm down, one explosive news after another came out.

In various parts of Yasong, at least more than 30 places overnight, there were large-scale cases of animals infected with diseases and attacking humans.

Some remote villages in the mountains and forests began to have thick fog, and the villages lost contact with the outside world, and mobile phone signals could not be connected.

The outbreak of these series of cases made the Yasong government panic. They immediately summoned the Taoist and Buddhist sects to the capital for a meeting.

After summarizing all the information.

The huge state machinery began to operate, and all places where disaster fog broke out were strictly sealed off, and no people or vehicles were allowed to enter or leave.

At the same time, the nine gates of Daomai joined forces with official forces to conduct a nationwide search.

Finally, after nine hours, the leader of the culprit, the Seven Evil Alliance, was found.

In order to prevent the Seven Evil Alliance from further aggravating the disaster, the masters of the nine gates of Daomai gathered together, and the two great heavenly masters took action together - leading the team to kill Long Qingzi!

Fushou Mountain in Chongyun Province.

Fushou Mountain, as the most famous mountain in the entire Yasong, is the first mountain that has frequently appeared in the Fengshan rituals of various dynasties from ancient times to the present.

In the actions of the Seven Evil Alliance, more than six Yin Qi Tianzhu were arranged around here.

At this time, six gray Tianzhu, connecting the sky and the ground, and gray clouds rotated. Surrounding the entire Fushou Mountain in the center, as if forming a natural formation ritual.

The top of Fushou Mountain.

The wind was howling, the sky was dark, and a middle-aged Taoist in black with an evil look was standing quietly on the edge of the cliff on the top of the mountain.

The Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky full of dark clouds.

"Standing here, it feels like you can touch the sky with your hands."

The Taoist smiled and said.

"So I chose this place for the ceremony. Fengshan Terrace has been the place where the emperor has performed Fengshan since ancient times. It is the place where the spirituality of mountains and rivers gathers, and it is also the most prosperous place in my Yasong. I like it very much."

"Long Qingzi. I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect you to be so bold and make such a big trouble!"

On the cliff behind, a red light flashed by, and an old Taoist with a face full of flesh and gray hair, holding a silver silk whisk, walked slowly to the top of the mountain, staring at the middle-aged Taoist with hatred in his eyes.

"Master Xu, how are you? You look like you are still strong and healthy." Long Qingzi turned around and looked at the visitor with a smile.

"I shouldn't have taught you at the beginning!" Xu Chong said angrily. "You are really blind!"

"Senior, you are too arrogant." Long Qingzi didn't care. "You don't think that without your guidance, I can't take this final step?"

"Do you think you can escape today?" Xu Chong said coldly. "The two of us will gather together, and the other seven evils will be dealt with by the masters. Today, you must die!"

As soon as the voice fell.

A Taoist in white robe flashed behind him again.

The Taoist had snow-white hair, sharp eyes, a white whisk in his hand, and a thin body.

It was none other than the current number one in the Xuan Sect, the most powerful person in the world, the Heavenly Master of Shangyuan Heavenly Master Mansion - Taoist Wu Ran Zuo Yunfeng.