Chapter 450: Emperor Qian's Wrath, Taoist Yuanqing
Chapter 450: Emperor Qian's Wrath, Taoist Yuanqing
Wan Zhuliu frowned.
Even through the bronze mirror, he could feel Emperor Qian's wrath.
"Your Majesty, calm down."
Wang Jin was shocked and suspicious.
In the clashes and frictions between the Evil God Cult and the Five Great Daoist Sects, no matter which one suffers, the imperial court will be the biggest winner. In theory, Your Majesty should be happy to see them succeed.
Why would you be so angry?
He was suspicious, but he quickly bowed to stop her:
"Your Majesty, think twice."
When dogs bite each other, the owner of the house will of course just stand by and watch.
"This old ghost has evil in his heart!"
On the other side of the bronze mirror, Emperor Qian was still furious: "I suspect that this old ghost secretly communicated with someone from outer space and stole the Changhong Yiqi Sword in order to prepare for a 'grand sacrifice'!"
"This old ghost wants to hold a grand ceremony?"
Wan Zhuliu's eyes darkened slightly.
The grand sacrifice to the Eight Directions Temple was a major event that Emperor Qian had decided on with the alien who called himself Huang Longzi just before the end of the year.
And this grand sacrifice needs to be led by someone from outside the universe.
"There is a traitor in the court!"
Wang Jin's face turned cold.
"How did that old ghost know about the high sacrifice? Never mind that he secretly communicated with people from outer space and wanted to perform the high sacrifice, but he would never allow it!"
Emperor Qian's voice was very cold:
"Take Him down, and come to me, all the gods."
"Wei Chen obeys!"
Wan Zhuliu bowed and agreed.
The light from the Great Sun Mirror faded, but Wang Jin still frowned:
"My Lord, should we reconsider this matter..."
Like the five major Taoist sects, the Evil God Cult was only nominally obedient to the imperial court.
The Mao gods of the Evil God Cult were all famous masters when they were alive. Even after their death, they were extremely unruly and cruel. They were difficult to command and never truly surrendered.
Want to take that old ghost...
"Your Majesty has issued an order, and as a minister, I shall obey it."
Wan Zhuliu glanced at him indifferently, and the latter was startled and quickly nodded.
"Let's go."
Wan Zhuliu shook his sleeves and landed on the Duntian Boat. Wang followed as quickly as possible and urged the boat to break through the air.
Woo~
A cold wind blew through the mountains, and dead leaves and snow fell to the ground.
At this time, someone walked out slowly from the shadows.
He was a handsome middle-aged man with slightly gray temples and a weathered face. He had a sword hanging from his waist and nothing else.
He walked slowly under the cliff and reached out to grab a handful of bone sand:
"It has been thirty years since we last met, and who would have thought that we would be separated by life and death when we met again? Brother Wei, please slow down and wait for me to send someone down to accompany you!"
The bone sand on his fingertips was blown away by the wind. Taoist Yuan Qing slowly raised his head and could vaguely see the faint traces left by the Sky-Escape Boat as it sailed away:
"Wan Zhuliu, Master Thousand Eyes..."
He raised his hand and lightly pressed his brow, and after a moment's reaction, he jumped up.
The sword light was like a tide that engulfed him, and in the next moment, he disappeared into the mountains and forests at an extremely fast speed.
……
The intersection of Henglong Road and Yanshan Road.
A mountain range stretching for tens of thousands of miles and filled with miasma.
The headquarters of the Evil God Cult.
Inside the hall, Yan Tianxiong was reclining on a chair, his fingers tapping the armrests, his brows furrowed.
"The five great Taoist sects have spread the word throughout the country. More than 80% of the temples in all prefectures, counties, and even counties have been sealed off."
"In the Yunmeng Dao territory, the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple was completely razed to the ground. The Changhong Sword Sect seemed to have gone crazy, surrounding and killing our branches everywhere. Several helmsmen were killed."
"Taoist Yuanqing appeared on Yunmeng Road..."
Inside the hall, an old man with a dark face reported in a deep voice.
The Scarlet Flame Dragon King sat quietly on the side, glancing at the other Dharma Kings and the two great elders out of the corner of his eye. Everyone had a gloomy look on their faces.
"Old...why did the master want to kill Wei Tianzuo?"
The tall white-faced elephant king had a very unhappy look on his face. He was in charge of the Yunmeng branch. At this moment many of his subordinates were killed and many branches were destroyed.
"Master, didn't the old ghost inform you before he took action?"
An old man who was short and as tall as a child frowned and asked.
His name is Guan Shi, the Left Elder of the Evil God Cult.
"…Never."
Yan Tianxiong's face darkened slightly. He was annoyed and helpless.
He had more or less seen the Nine Great Dharma Masters, such as the Sword Spirit Master, the Hundred-Armed Taoist, and the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva.
He really thought He was God.
"He..."
Yan Tianxiong's heart skipped a beat, and everyone in the hall felt it as well, and they all looked outside the hall.
A low and indifferent voice echoed among the mountains:
"Where is Qianling? His Majesty has ordered you to go to the Divine Capital!"
Click!
The sound waves were like thunder.
Among the mountains, a group of evil god followers and masters walked out of caves and tunnels and looked up in horror.
I saw a huge ship as majestic as a city crossing the sky, with flags flying like a forest and thousands of elite soldiers standing on it.
On the deck, a silver-haired middle-aged man stood holding a sword, overlooking the mountains. Under the diffused invisible energy, the clouds and miasma in the sky seemed to be dyed ink-black, pressing down.
"Wan, King Zhenwu!"
"Escape Sky Boat, Imperial Guards!"
"King Zhenwu!"
There were cries of surprise among the mountains, but they quickly died down as most people retreated back into their caves and tunnels.
Only Yan Tianxiong and others walked out of the hall slowly.
"Brother Wan, the Dharma Master is still in retreat, please wait a moment."
Yan Tianxiong responded and ordered his men to look for the person, but his brows couldn't help but frowned.
The main temple of the sect is a secret place. This Wan came here so openly. I'm afraid he wants to show the way to the people from the five major Taoist sects?
Behind him, the elders and Dharma Kings all had very ugly expressions on their faces; they had also expected this.
hum~
Wan Zhuliu did not answer, but the Duntian Boat made a slight sound and slowly descended. Suddenly, a hurricane arose in the mountains, blowing grass, trees, mud, sand and snow everywhere.
"What does the King of Zhenwu want to do?"
A response came from the mountains.
Incense sticks rose up like smoke from cooking, crisscrossing each other and transforming into the image of a Bodhisattva with a thousand eyes and as tall as a mountain.
He stood between the mountains, with a pure golden sword inserted in his heart. There was heavy mist behind him, and it seemed that there were other spiritual figures looming.
"His Majesty has ordered you to come to the palace for an audience!"
On the Duntian Boat, Wang Jin felt as if he was facing a great enemy, but Wan Zhuliu seemed unaware and spoke calmly:
"Accept the order!"
The sound waves were like thunder, and the light and aura of the Duntian Boat dimmed for a moment, like a sea of inky light rising up, dyeing the sea of clouds black.
It seemed as if there was a blue dragon circling in it, and a divine sword was emitting unparalleled sharpness.
"Subdue the demons, Dragon God Form!"
In front of the hall, Yan Tianxiong and others' expressions changed, and they felt Wan Zhuliu's will.
If he doesn't accept the order, he will take action.
"Meet in person?"
A sneer came from the mountains, and the Bone King Kong's voice was very loud:
"How ridiculous! We have never had any distinction between subordinates and superiors with the imperial court, so how can we expect an audience with the emperor?!"
After the spirit image of the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva, spirit images of varying sizes came out, some with missing limbs, some with nine heads, some like swords, some like blue dragons...
"What a courage!"
Wang Jin was furious.
Wan Zhuliu raised his hand to stop him, and just looked at the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva spirit image indifferently:
"Qian Ling, do you want to disobey my order?"
"What if I disobey your order?"
Like a mountain spirit looking at the Duntian Boat with indifference and calmness, He naturally knew what Emperor Qian was thinking:
"Emperor Qian wants to perform a grand sacrifice, but he didn't tell me. If that's the case, I'll perform the grand sacrifice myself. What does it have to do with him?"
Click!
Thunder came out of the mountains, and the sky and the earth shook.
On the Duntian Boat, the sound of the divine sword being unsheathed echoed among the mountains. After just one sound, there was no more human voice in the mountains.
Even in front of the main hall, most of the guardian elders except Yan Tianxiong retreated and dodged.
"slow!"
Yan Tianxiong had a headache, but he had to speak up to stop him:
"Brother Wan, please listen to me."
Ten thousand people were floating on the Duntian Boat, and the gaze of the Thousand-eyed Bodhisattva in the mountains was fixed on him.
"The Master's injuries have not yet healed, so it is difficult for him to go to the Divine Capital in person. However, since His Majesty has issued an order..."
Yan Tianxiong sighed:
"In this case, why not compromise? The Dharma Master can separate his spirit body and let the elders of the sect temporarily build a hut for him while he goes to the capital to meet the Holy Saint. How do you think?"
There was silence all around, and no one answered.
After a moment, it was the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva who spoke first:
"Can!"
Wan Zhuliu looked at Yan Tianxiong:
"You build a hut and meet His Majesty."
"..."
Yan Tianxiong's face twitched, but he was prepared to come out to stop it, and he immediately bowed:
"Naturally."
……
Let’s fight!
Somewhere in the mountains, Taoist Yuanqing was sitting cross-legged in the miasma, roasting a bear paw. With the guidance of the Duntian Boat, he naturally found this place.
At this moment, looking at the Duntian Boat going away, he felt regretful.
If it weren't for Yan Tianxiong...
"Well, being able to find this place is also a great achievement."
After eating the bear paw slowly, Taoist Yuanqing stretched out his hand and pinched his face, and his facial expression changed accordingly. Soon, he turned into a middle-aged man with a dark complexion.
"If we can find the shrine of these old ghosts..."
After wiping the oil off his hands, Taoist Yuanqing narrowed his eyes.
These evil gods are extremely difficult to kill. Either you destroy their temples and cut off their incense offerings, or you use your spirits to crush them to death, but either method is very troublesome.
The next step is to find the shrine and smash it to pieces. Not only the master and the boy, but also the master of the Dharma will be scared to death.
The third one is relatively simple, provided that you find it.
"Even if I can't, I must take back the Changhong Yiqi Sword!"
Feeling a little chill in his heart, Taoist Yuanqing walked into the mountains. The man he was pinching was the leader of an evil god church he had killed on the way, and the man had a very high status.
In the mountains, people were frightened by the Duntian Boat. There were no secret sentries, let alone open guards.
"What a pity."
When he met a cultist on the road, Taoist Yuanqing talked to him calmly, but he was still a little suspicious.
"This old guy seems to have a bit of the old monk Long Yingchan's scent..."
"Master Helian? I've heard of you for a long time."
It was an old man with a pale face, and I don't know if it was because of fear or excessive blood loss. He clasped his hands and said:
"I am the deputy head of the Youzhou branch, Yu Banzhou."
……
……
The news of Wei Tianzuo's murder spread throughout the world like a hurricane. For a time, the government and the country were shocked, and the martial arts world was in an uproar. There were countless fights and undercurrents.
There was also a sense that a storm was about to come in the Longhu Temple.
On the day after Wei Tianzuo was killed, all martial arts performances were suspended. Although the true disciples and elders of each family had not left yet, they were just waiting for the final decision of the Taoist sects.
"call!"
In the small courtyard at the main peak of Longmen, Li Yuan was flipping through a booklet, which was very thin, with only thirteen pages.
This list is very famous, listing the twelve active land gods in the world.
Wan Zhuliu is the first, occupying two pages alone. The following eleven people are ranked in no particular order. They include the five major Taoist sects and the Zen Master Da Ding of the Mind and Will School, a total of eight people.
However, the credibility of this list of gods is not high.
Firstly, Long Xixiang was not on the list. Secondly, he did not believe that the court only had three great masters: Wan Zhuliu, Wu Yingxing, and Jingping Sizhu.
"call!"
After closing the divine list, Li Yuan calmed himself down and stood up.
The changes to the Mirage Dragon Belt have come to an end.
(End of this chapter)