The battle did not last long.

In itself, Lin Zixiao, the Lord of Shenxiao, is stronger than Zhang Yuanfeng. With the help of the Thunder Sword, Zhang Yuanfeng was cut off his limbs and turned into a human stick with just three swords.

"Send him back to the capital of God." Lin Zixiao said to the left and right after sealing Zhang Yuanfeng's skills.

"you······"

Zhang Yuanfeng wanted to say something more, but Lin Zixiao blocked his speaking ability with one finger.

"If Xuanzun hadn't needed you to live, you would have been dead. Be glad...

Lin Zixiao thought for a while and said, "She burst into tears for your misfortune, you should regret that you are still alive."

With Xuanzun's merciless style towards the enemy, he often thinks that he ends up with a more tragic ending than death. Zhang Yuanfeng should soon regret why he didn't die at Lin Zixiao's hands.

At this moment, I think it will not be too far away.

"The successor of Longhu Mountain, you still have some time to regret what you did. Because soon, you will appreciate the deepest despair. Hahahaha..." Lin Zixiao laughed out loud with a standard villain.

Shenxiao Dao and Longhu Mountain can be said to have deep hatreds. Most of Lin Zixiao's father's relatives died at the hands of the Zhang clan of Longhu Mountain. He was happy to see his enemies' miserable experience.

Zhang Yuanfeng really quickly savored the despair that Lin Zixiao said.

The flying winged bird developed by the Imperial Heaven Prison took Zhang Yuanfeng back to Shendu within one day. He was taken over by Lan Cang, who stayed in Shendu, and went straight out of Shendu City.

Originally, there were two holy places on the north and south sides of the Shendu, namely the Datong Mountain Mountain and River Academy and the Piaomiao Sword Palace.

Datong Mountain was wiped out by Qingyu's two incarnations a year ago, leaving only a piece of white land, and from then on, there was only one holy place in Piaomiao Sword Palace.

However, not long ago, a new holy land was settled at the original Datong Mountain.

Lan Cang carried Zhang Yuanfeng and flew to the place where Datong Mountain was originally located in the south of the city, and then flew towards the high altitude, passing through the white clouds and strong winds, and approaching the inexplicable place in the sea of ​​clouds.

‘Seven Peaks of Zhenwu?!’

When Zhang Yuanfeng saw the brilliant scene in the sea of ​​clouds, an incredible thought arose in his mind.

The place floating above the sea of ​​clouds, like the Penglai Fairyland, is clearly the Zhenwu Seven Peaks of Zhenwu Sect.

However, Zhenwu Sect is a sect located in the territory of Zhongzhou, and this place is near the Shendu, Yanzhou, which is thousands of miles away from Zhongzhou.

Originally, a place thousands of miles away appeared in Shendu and was suspended above the sea of ​​clouds. The surprise in it was beyond words.

"I'm very curious?" Lan Cang saw the surprise on Zhang Yuanfeng's face and couldn't help but smile, "The Taoist Ancestor's white jade can be suspended in the sky and move around. Why is the Seven Peaks of Zhenwu not there?

Xuanzun is now... also in the Dao Realm."

A few sighs, a little bit of emotion. Lan Cang felt that it was worth his life, and he witnessed the rise of myth.

Whenever he thought of this, Lan Cang always praised his foresight and devoted himself to the Qingyu throne in time. Otherwise, he might have been the one who was taken to Zhenwu Sect now.

Passing through the empty mountain gate, there is the air pressure and climate that looks like the ground. Under the power of Qingyu, the dangerous environment at high altitude did not affect the Zhenwu Gate at all.

For the people inside the Zhenwu Sect, the sea of ​​clouds and the wind are more of strange scenery than fatal threats.

Lan Cang took Zhang Yuanfeng straight up to Hefeng and entered the Tai Chi Hall.

"Xuan Zun, Zhang Yuanfeng brought it." He saluted the illusory figure in the Tai Chi Hall.

Although Qing Yu had not restrained the influence of the Taoist realm at this time, he could still show an illusion that was almost true. Unlike before in the Northern Zhou Palace, he could not even show his figure, and he was even more like a murderer among a primary school student of Death.

"Zhang Yuanfeng."

Qingyu, who turned his back to the two, said leisurely: "You must be the only remaining son of Master Zhang Tian. Master Zhang has three sons who have become powerful people in the Shen Realm. The inheritance of Longhu Mountain for nearly ten thousand years is really extraordinary.

What a pity..."

What a pity, naturally, it’s a pity that Master Zhang is defeated. After today, this last son will die.

"You..." Zhang Yuanfeng opened and closed his mouth, and he had untied his mute hole at some point. "Qingyu Demon, why do you have to cry for a mouse and pretend to be merciful? My father and son have fallen to this point. Isn't it because of you?"

It can be said that Zhang Tianshi had five sons, one of whom died at the hands of Shenxiaodao in his early years, and the other son was killed by Zhang Xuanji back then. The remaining three people, including Zhang Yuanfeng, all suffered misfortune because of Qingyu.

Even Zhang Tianshi himself died at the hands of Qingyu.

It is really not wrong to say that the feather cat cries the rat as a fake compassion.

However, Qingyu did not feel that he was false compassion. "What I regret is that the ten thousand years of inheritance has fallen, not the misfortune of your father and son. I never give any compassion to the enemy, even if it is false compassion."

Qingyu's phantom slowly turned around and met Zhang Yuanfeng's eyes that were surrounded by hatred, "So, I'll hand over your inheritance of Longhu Mountain to me."

Under the gaze of the golden and black different colored eyes, Zhang Yuanfeng's memory automatically opened, and the martial arts inheritance of Longhu Mountain continued to emerge, just like a book, reading with Qingyu.

The restrictions, shackles, and Zhang Yuanfeng's own resistance could not play any role. Qingyu, who was doing robbery, was more like the master than Zhang Yuanfeng, and he was freely browsing his memories.

Despair? Very desperate.

Zhang Yuanfeng can now understand the despair that Lin Zixiao said. The feeling of giving family fortune to his enemies who killed his father and brother is really desperate.

He was like a tool, allowing Qingyu to fiddle with him and read the memories with the enemy.

"The ancestor of Longhu Mountain is a disciple of the Taoist ancestor. Except for the "Taishang Kaitian Sutra", the rest of the Taoist ancestors have basically learned the martial arts skills.

Well, although it is an old version ten thousand years ago, the martial arts of Taoism still gave me a lot of gains." Qingyu said while browsing casually.

If Zhang Daoling and Taixuan hadn participated in the Battle of Zhuolu, perhaps he would have been the first generation of Taishang.

"One qi transforms three purses..."

Qingyu browsed the secret technique of transforming the three clears into one qi, and couldn't help but think of his own three souls.

‘It is similar to the realm of Taoism. Taiqing, Yuqing, Shangqing...’

Qingyu narrowed his eyes, "Maybe the Taoist Ancestor who has achieved the Taoist realm has not left behind the three qi transformations. In this way, it may be that the Taoist Ancestor did not use all his strength when he fought with the incarnation of Heavenly Dao last time."

It is quite stupid to measure strength by time, but sometimes time is also the best unit for measuring a person's background.

Especially, it is the foundation of a peerless person like the Taoist Ancestor. The Taoist Ancestor who has been enlightened for thousands of years can be said to be unfathomable in any aspect.
Chapter completed!