The Great Tao Chronicle

Huhu~

The turbulent air slapped the void like a wave, and there was a dead silence inside and outside the Blue Mountain City.

Lin Baimei stood in the sky with a knife, looking at the scene in front of him, his heart was messy.

died......

He has been entangled with himself for many days, and he has not been able to gain the upper hand in several fights, and he has not even been able to force out his true enemy.

He died so easily in front of his eyes.

The **** smell made Lin Baimei dazed for a moment, so much so that he couldn't respond immediately when he heard the sound from the city.

"Pingbolou Lin Baimei, I have seen your Excellency..."

After a moment of daze, Lin Baimei just looked at the short-haired Taoist in the city, and his tone suddenly changed: "You, you are..."

At first glance, the figure of the person among the people was ordinary. Under the gray clothes, the body was even a little thin, and the facial features that were not delicate still lacked eyes.

No matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem to be a master who could easily kill the enemy of Yu Jian.

While Lin Baimei looked at An Qisheng, the latter was also looking at him.

This middle-aged sword-wielding man has a burly and vigorous physique, a firm face, and a deep and condensed breath. His cultivation is no weaker than that of a swordsman who died in his hands.

And the physique is far superior.

"Lin Baimei!" Gong Yangyan could not help but grit his teeth when he saw the person coming.

Although he had guessed that the sect of the mixed sect had nothing to do with Pingbo Tower, if the old sect master was not seriously injured by this person, how could he have been destroyed so easily.

He wanted to question, but An Qisheng waved his hand and stopped his words, 'looking at' Lin Baimei, and said lightly:

"Mix one, Hong Xuan."

In his heart, there is a message surging.

This person's name is Lin Baimei, the eldest disciple of the contemporary sect master of Pingbo Tower, who cultivates the dragon-like prajna supernatural power and condenses the dragon-like golden elixir.

The predecessor's teacher, the old sect master of the mixed sect, was injured in his hands, and the predecessor went into the mountains to find medicine, and that's why.

"Hong Xuan..."

Lin Baimei chewed on the name, and only had some impressions in his heart.

This scene made An Qisheng shake his head in his heart.

The memory of practitioners has always been excellent, and Lin Baimei must be the best among them. He has to think about it before he can recognize the person in front of him, which naturally shows that he has never cared about his predecessor before.

Zheng~

The long knife is sheathed.

Lin Baimei fell into the sky, and first bowed to Lao Ru surnamed Lin: "Lin Lao, long time no see."

"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Lin."

The old Confucian surnamed Lin smiled slightly, glanced at An Qisheng, and said, "Old man Lin Xun, Daoist Hongxuan is hiding very deeply."

After witnessing that magical power, how could he still not know that he had misunderstood before?

And there is suspicion in my heart, I suspect that the first glimpse of the sky-piercing purple energy I saw...

"Tibetan?"

An Qisheng just shook his head, but he didn't intend to explain. He took out a piece of purple gold and threw it to Qiao Qi'er who was holding a big donkey in the distance:

"Many houses in the city collapsed. Take this ingot of purple gold and pay it to others on my behalf."

"Huh? Yes, yes."

Qiao Qi'er was immersed in the great shock and couldn't extricate herself. After hearing the words, she woke up like a dream, and hurriedly picked up Zijin and left.

"The door master..."

Gong Yangyan's throat squirmed, and he turned to leave, but he was afraid that he would be unable to hold back and ruin the affairs of the sect master.

Then Lin Baimei fell to the cloud, obviously he had something to say.

The sect master never made a move, and obviously he had something to say. Thinking of that sword repairer, he also had guesses in his heart.

"compensation......"

Lin Baimei glanced at An Qisheng, but said nothing.

Lin Xun, however, had a better impression of An Qisheng, and couldn't help but stroke his beard: "Fellow Daoist Hong has a heart."

"Your Excellency seems to have something to say, just right, I also have something to talk to Your Excellency."

Glancing at the indifferent Lin Baimei, An Qisheng waved his hand, but walked towards the restaurant at the end of the street.

He mobilized the power of the earth veins to take action, even if he had reservations, the turmoil in Blue Mountain City was not small.

Not to mention the outer city, there were not a few houses in the inner city that collapsed. Although Lin Xian was there to protect him, it was inevitable that there would be some confusion.

In fact, when the three of them stopped here, the vast inner city was silent, and those who were close to each other were hidden in the corners, and they did not dare to let out the atmosphere.

Lin Baimei looked at each other without saying a word, and followed.

......

The chaos in Blue Mountains didn't last long.

On the second day of the war, the disciples of Pingbo Tower had arrived in a hurry, and before Lin Baimei left, they had already remodeled the houses and streets that had been destroyed by the aftermath.

It's just that the vast majority of people are still in shock, and many of the richest people in the inner city have begun to sell their properties and plan to move out of Blue Mountain City.

The tallest restaurant in Blue Water City was by the window, An Qisheng looked out of the window, Lin Baimei left, and he was invisible for a few moments.

"I heard that Lin Baimei hurt his teacher, the old man thought you were going to find him unlucky, so let him go, but it was a surprise for the old man."

Lin Xun, who had changed into a green shirt, held the wine glass in one hand and looked at An Qisheng with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"It is worthy of being a Confucian kingly way, but it is different from what I once knew."

An Qisheng couldn't help shaking his head when he heard the words.

This old Confucian had a good conversation with Lin Baimei before, but he turned his head and asked himself why he didn't make a move, which was too real.

"My Confucianism has always been like this. How has it changed? You know, it's just a rotten Confucian."

Lin Xun frowned, but he couldn't help but ask back, "A disciple asked the Master what he would do if he met an enemy. Guess what the Master said?"

An Qisheng poured his own drink: "I would like to hear the details."

"Master said..."

Lin Xun's expression became solemn: "Ever and I will share the world!"

"It's also a man of temperament."

An Qisheng smiled dumbly.

Its meaning is simple and clear, never live under the same sky with the enemy!

To be able to say such a thing, it can be seen that the Confucian master is also a strong-tempered generation.

"Fellow Daoist Hong still hasn't said why?"

Lin Xian drank a cup of himself, and then slowly exhaled: "There are not many people in Pingbo Tower that I can see."

"I don't look for bad luck in him, and naturally there will be people looking for bad luck in him."

An Qisheng put down the wine glass and gestured out the window.

At the corner of the restaurant not far away, Gong Yangyan stared at Lin Baimei's departure direction, reluctant to look away for a long time.

Lin Xun glanced at the little old man squatting on the corner of the restaurant's eaves, and couldn't help shaking his head: "Not to mention that his deadline is approaching, even if he doesn't, there is no way to find Lin Baimei's bad luck."

Lin Baimei is not a genius.

But it depends on who you are comparing with.

Compared with the Northwest Road, Youzhou, and even the Tianjiao of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, he is naturally the capital of the Chinese, but looking at the crowd, he is already the top of the ten million people.

There is a possibility of 'gold surpassing nine turns' and the primordial spirit coming out of one's body.

"The theory of fate is credible, but it cannot be trusted. The number of fate can be changed if one has faith. How do you know that Gongyangyan has no chance of going against fate?"

An Qisheng tapped on the table, and a 'da da' sounded: "If Mr. Lin doesn't believe it, he might as well take a gamble."

"Bet what?"

Lin Xun's eyes lit up, but he was interested: "Fellow Daoist, what do you like, you might as well speak bluntly."

"Master's handwriting!"

......

gloomy.

dark.

And... unimaginable, terrifying pain that penetrates the soul!

"what!"

In the sound of uncontrollable pain, Wu Fei turned over and sat up, sweating profusely all over his body, and every tiny part of his body curled, spasmed, and twitched.

The horror of death kept rolling in his heart, causing him to let out a tragic howl.

In this cold, empty, and inaccessible underground palace, it is more and more terrifying.

After a long time, after a long time.

The sound of miserable howls just descended.

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A flame rose, illuminating the dusty underground palace.

In the darkness, a thin figure in a large cloak walked out slowly, his cold eyes flashed through the shadows, and landed in the center of the underground palace, in the center of a mottled altar:

"Enough howl?"

"Uh....."

Wu Fei groaned in shock, and was still kneeling on the altar, his pale face showing a hint of fear:

"The door, the door owner. If the ear of the door owner is polluted, the subordinates deserve ten thousand death for their sins, and ten thousand deaths for their sins..."

"There is a great terror between life and death, and even if there is a way to replace death, it is inevitable to suffer."

The cloaked man's tone was calm, without the slightest emotion in it, as cold as a stone: "How is it going?"

"The door master..."

Resisting the severe pain and fear, Wu Feijian lowered his head and said, "My subordinates, under the guise of Lin Baimei of Pingbo Building, Li Qinghou of Qunxingmen, and Wang Tianfeng of Feiyu Pavilion, have destroyed all of them, including the one and the other. Dozens of small sects..."

The severe pain spread in his soul, but Wu Feijian did not dare to neglect, and said everything he had done these days.

The cloaked man interrupted him: "Long story, short story!"

"......Yes."

Wu Fei's face tightened in shock, and after a pause, he said: "This subordinate is cautious, and only used the supernatural powers of the Star Gate before he died..."

The cloaked man was silent for a moment.

Wu Fei was startled and shut himself up, enduring the pain, but he didn't dare to let out the air.

"This seat has always been rewarded and punished, and you have done a good job this time."

After a long silence, the man in the cloak spoke again: "Today's loss, there is compensation in the door! You can also reclaim the things that died."

"Thank you for the grace of the sect master."

Wu Fei hurriedly bowed his head to thank him, but he breathed a sigh of relief, and the severe pain seemed to have eased a lot.

"Wanfa Chaozong is approaching, and this seat will go to the imperial capital soon. Before that, all matters concerning Qunxingmen, Pingbolou, and Tiangangmen have to be handled securely."

Under the cloak, there seems to be a ghost fire burning: "Although the land of Youzhou is on the frontier, it is also very important for me to wait...."

Wu Fei took a deep breath and grabbed the ground with his head: "This subordinate will definitely die!"

"Ok."

The man in the cloak nodded and stepped back into the shadows.

Wu Fei was shocked when the big stone fell to the ground, and was about to get up when he heard the footsteps stop, and the indifferent voice sounded again:

"Who killed you?"

"Go back to ~www.readwn.com~ go back to the sect master."

Wu Fei was shocked and showed hatred and resentment: "It's the Hongxuan Taoist who is in the same class. He doesn't know what adventure he has. Not only does he condense the pill, but his magical power is much stronger than that of Lin Baimei!"

"Daoist Hongxuan?"

The cloaked man's tone paused, as if he was thinking or deducing something.

Wu Feijing raised his head cautiously, only to see the magic mist tumbling outside the cloak, and he was deeply in awe.

After a while, he just said to himself: "When the dead, adversity rises. Interesting, interesting..."

"Huh?! Dare to spy on this seat, really..."

The words came to an abrupt end, and the man in the cloak suddenly raised his head. Under the cloak, the ghost fire flashed, and the underground palace made a roaring sound:

"How bold!"