Zihuo Tianjun was ultimately unable to escape and had to face off against Su Chen.

however.

What was unbelievable to him was that this battle ended very quickly, so quickly that his evolutionary path from the formation was interrupted as soon as it was released.

"What kind of soul thought is this?"

“You are not a deity in the immortal way! You haven’t even entered the realm, so why are you so strong? Have you really walked out of the path of the tenth heavenly being…”

Zihuo Tianjun fell in a deep pit, his breath barely surviving, his eyes filled with disbelief.

When he reached the first level, he reached the pinnacle of formation.

Subsequently.

He sat there for a hundred years, fighting with all the cultivators of the same realm in the Divine Ruins Ksitigarbha. Relying on the remaining memories of some second-level heavenly monarchs, he walked out of his own way to the top of the clouds.

Evolution Road.

With the art of formation as the cornerstone and the great formation in one's body, one can evolve all things and even imitate the power of other immortal ways, such as the fire magic.

His path of evolution is his biggest trump card. Even in the holy land, the only ones who know about it are His Majesty and the Great Demon Lord.

The other fellow Taoists probably still thought that he was an extremely powerful second-level Fire Lord.

pity.

He hid so deeply, this evolutionary way that could simulate the power of other immortals, but facing the kid in front of him, it collapsed in an instant.

"My determination seems to restrain the opponent's evolution..."

Su Chen was thoughtful.

This was the first time he used his absolute mind to collide head-on with a Second Level Heavenly Monarch. He did not expect that it would be so powerful.

The opponent just wanted to display the terrifying power of the Fire Magic, but it was instantly shattered in front of Jue Nian.

at this time.

Su Chen was not polite either.

A palm was pressed on Zihuo Tianjun's head, serving as a medium to merge the soul and recall the past.

"What are you going to do? Look through my memories!"

"Don't even think about it."

"All of our Divine Souls have been tampered with by His Majesty. His Majesty is the closest being to a Third Realm Immortal Lord. If you wake him up, you will die..."

Zihuo Tianjun roared, his eyes filled with fear.

He couldn't help but be frightened.

If His Majesty were really awakened in advance, the Tenth-Turn Heavenly Being in front of him would surely die, but he was afraid that he would also die from the anger.

In this regard.

Su Chen ignored it.

He did see some restrictions on Zihuo Tianjun's true soul, like chains surrounding the soul, but what was the use of that?

His soul fusion and recollection is not an ordinary soul-searching magical power.

Not long after.

A series of images appeared in front of Su Chen.

Eighty thousand years ago, the Green Ox and the Evil Buddha stood tall and fought until the heaven and earth were shattered.

The Demon Ancestor Ksitigarbha appeared for the first time, his figure like a devilish sun standing tall, sealing the sky and locking the earth.

Also, the conspiracy they have been plotting all along.

Let this Ksitigarbha Demon that gathers all the Dao traces of the three realms sleep, and wait until one day, join forces to divide everything, open the Ksitigarbha Heaven Gate, and return to their respective immortal realms...

"Ksitigarbha Heaven Gate?"

Su Chen learned new information.

Before this.

In the Shenxu Dizang world, no matter it is the evil Buddha Qingniu or the first pioneers of the immortal world, they can leave this world at will.

But after the arrival of the second batch and the birth of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, it was no longer possible. It was this Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who reversed the Ksitigarbha Heaven Gate, and in another three hundred years, the Ksitigarbha Heaven Gate would be reversed again.

By the time.

It should become a situation where you can leave but not enter.

And that time.

The most powerful Lord promised all the great immortals that he would join hands with them to divide up the three realms of Dao traces contained in the Demon Ancestor Ksitigarbha and leave.

"The Ksitigarbha Demon feeds on chaos. After so many years of controlling fate, the Ksitigarbha world has been in order. The Ksitigarbha Demons have been hungry for 80,000 years, and their strength is getting weaker and weaker..."

"After the Ksitigarbha Gate's reversal, there will be another even greater weakening."

Su Chen digested everything.

These are the words of those venerable ones.

Among these lords, Ksitigarbha is the number one in the Immortal Dao, and also the one who is closest to the Three Realms Immortal Lord. Even Zihuo Tianjun does not have his appearance in his memory.

It's like this, it seems unspeakable.

Can't remember.

Indescribable.

"perhaps."

"This so-called Supreme is an indescribable and difficult to describe."

Su Chen shook his head.

Subsequently.

Then he turned and left.

Only Zihuo Tianjun, with eyes full of astonishment, was left in this small fishing village, watching him leave.

In fact.

Su Chen does not engage in meaningless hunting.

Previously, he hunted down the immortals for the purpose of obtaining the Dao Marks. But now, the Dao Marks of the Second Realm were of no use to him.

not to mention.

In this Divine Ruins Ksitigarbha, the stars above are all Dao marks of the Second Realm. Why would one need to hunt to obtain them?

This Purple Fire Lord is insignificant to him.

See you next time.

He can still be hunted easily, he is just a small character not worth mentioning.

"He didn't kill me."

Zihuo Tianjun’s face turned pale, as if he had been humiliated.

but.

There was nothing he could do.

After all, he was no match for the other party. He even suspected that even if the Great Demon King came, the two Heavenly Kings joining forces might not be able to defeat the other party.

"Is this person in the middle or late stage of the Heavenly Monarch?"

"Or maybe."

"He is the second supreme being, a perfect Heavenly Sovereign?"

Zihuo Tianjun walked away in a daze.

He had never thought about it.

one day.

In the Ksitigarbha world, he, a second-level Heavenly King, is actually not good enough.

……

……

At this time, the Great Xuan Imperial City was covered in snow, a cold wind blew, and snowflakes kept falling from the sky. It was the winter of the eighth year of Emperor Ming.

"We must find a way to defeat Luo Qingshan!"

"otherwise."

"There is no way to destroy this dynasty, let alone restore fate to normal. If there is no result, Purple Fire Heavenly Monarch will definitely destroy me..."

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Chu Yuntian was anxiously working on a new plan in his mind.

At this moment, he still didn't know what was happening outside the imperial city. He had no idea that the powerful Purple Fire Lord couldn't even restrain Su Chen.

now.

He even left the Great Xuan Dynasty in disgrace as a loser.

"There is."

"As long as we provoke a Martial Saint to attack and let Luo Qingshan fight, his life span has already been damaged, and he can't sustain more than a few battles of the same level."

"I remember that a hundred years ago, there was a Martial Saint of Slaughter among the barbarians, who was hidden in the Holy Lake on the grassland."

"As long as he knows that the Great Barbarians were annihilated, he may not be unlucky..."

Chu Yuntian had a plan in mind.

Simultaneously.

He complained in his heart.

The dignified Tianjue Huashen is a well-known existence no matter where he is. Only in the three thousand kingdoms of Dizang would he work so hard to deal with a group of ants.

"If I can use the methods of the immortal way, three thousand countries can be destroyed in a snap. The so-called Martial Saints are nothing but ants."

Chu Yuntian jumped up and down, wanting to destroy the Daxuan Dynasty.

I have an idea in mind.

He immediately sent people to the Damun Holy Lake.

Without exception, all these movements in his mansion were seen by nearby spies and then spread to the palace.

In the Great Xuan Palace.

Emperor Ming had a look of confusion in his eyes. He was reading a book, and his hands holding the book were shaking.

"Why!"

He doesn't understand.

Over the years, the young emperor has always treated Prime Minister Chu as a real prime minister, and Prime Minister Chu has also worked hard to assist him.

But, in the end, all the clues pointed to the fact that the Prime Minister of Chu wanted to destroy Daxuan, but destroying Daxuan would not benefit the Prime Minister at all.

The world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit; the world is clamoring, all for the sake of profit.

If you say that Prime Minister Chu wants to seize power and usurp the throne and become the emperor himself, it doesn't make sense. This Prime Minister Chu is pure and has few desires. Not to mention his descendants, he doesn't even have wives, concubines, or beauties in his house, and his relatives are all destroyed.

Being all alone, even if he aspires to be emperor, to whom can he pass the throne?

“That doesn’t make sense!”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

Emperor Ming couldn't help but look towards the Qiu Ming Palace, where his teacher, the increasingly old Luo Qingshan, was. He hesitated again and again, but couldn't help but want to ask.

"Teacher, why do I treat Xiangguo sincerely, and Xiangguo has also treated me sincerely, why does he have to do this? Why is this?"

"Isn't what I promised him enough?"

"He is a great master! He lives and dies with the country! As long as he does not rebel and leaves behind his bloodline, as long as the Great Xuan is not destroyed, his descendants will have a share of the blessings. Why doesn't he even leave behind descendants..."

Emperor Ming, now a young emperor, paced back and forth, thinking over and over but could not find the answer.

For this answer.

Luo Qingshan had some vague guesses in his mind.

When he stepped into the world of martial saint, and after all these years of wandering and returning from Daning Kingdom, he had already vaguely known or guessed something.

"This snowstorm is a bit chilly."

"His Majesty."

"Why worry about these things?"

"Let everything take its course. If the heaven blesses, Daxuan will return to its original form. If the heaven's will is hard to defy, then that is Daxuan's fate."

Luo Qingshan, with an old face and wearing heavy robes, has eyes that travel across thousands of mountains and rivers, always searching in the imperial city, but he can no longer see the towering tree.

Also.

For a mortal like him, seeing the fairy's face once was a great blessing, and seeing it a second time was a bit too much to hope for.

A martial saint on earth cannot feel cold or heat.

but.

Now, he felt it.

And you have to wear thick clothes to resist the cold.

All of this is narration.

He is dying.

just.

Before he died, he still wanted to go back to that courtyard and take a look at the towering tree and the magnificent sight of the silver light blooming all over the sky.

"teacher."

"You said...are there really immortals in this world?"

Emperor Ming was somewhat emotional.

He brought peace to the world.

During the eight years under his leadership, he destroyed the barbarians, wiped out the aristocratic families, and gave the common people the opportunity to practice cultivation. He had the hearts of the people of Daxuan in his hands, and he was the master of the revival of Daxuan.

Even in martial arts, he was on the right track.

It won't be long.

He can then get a glimpse of the first-class golden body of martial arts.

but.

Sometimes, when he woke up from a dream, he would recall the shocking battle more than ten years ago, when Grandpa Xuan Emperor died and said what he said.

That is the language of seeking immortals!

"Don't get involved... Immortals!"

This day.

This was the first time Emperor Ming was scolded. He couldn't help but take a step back, because it was the first time he saw such a sharp and worried look in the eyes of his teacher.

Even though he was the emperor, he had to retreat.

Just because.

Standing in front of him is a martial saint!
……

The tenth year of Emperor Ming.

The people live in peace and the weather is good.

just.

In the midst of the wind and rain on this night, in the imperial city of Daxuan, an old man in shabby clothes and barefoot came from a long distance.

Wherever he passed, the ten-foot-long city gates, stretching for ten miles, were all shattered.

He came alone.

But, it is better than thousands of troops.

"The Great Barbarian Lu Jue has come to seek the advice of the Great Xuan Qingshan Martial Saint!"

"at the same time."

"Let me ask you, why did the Emperor of Daxuan exterminate millions of bloodlines of our Daman?!"

Lu Jue roared and came with murderous intent.

behind him.

There is the Great Barbarian Sun Flag, heavily planted on the ruins of Daxuan's city wall, fluttering in the wind, challenging the entire dynasty with its own strength.

Maybe others can't do it.

but.

It is okay to kill them all.

It’s because he is a martial saint in the world who can suppress an entire country.

The Martial Saint has arrived!

Moreover, he was a martial saint who became famous throughout the world a hundred years ago.

now.

Coming for revenge of the destruction of the country.

The entire Great Xuan Imperial City, and even the dynasty, were in panic.

"Cough cough."

royal palace.

Luo Qingshan kept coughing. His hair was all white and he was wearing a thick cotton coat. He no longer looked like a martial saint, but more like an ordinary old man on his deathbed.

But even so.

He still took a step forward, and after ten years, he stepped out of the Qiu Ming Palace.

"If you go here, you will die."

"teacher."

Emperor Ming, his voice was a little hoarse.

As an emperor, he hoped that Mu Qingshan would go. This was in his interest as an emperor, and he would not allow a foreign martial saint to humiliate him by knocking on the door on the ruins of the city wall.

But, emotionally, he didn't want to.

He knows.

From now on, regardless of victory or defeat, there will no longer be a Qingshan Martial Saint in the world.

For the first time in ten years, he had someone he could trust unconditionally, and who was his strong support. This old man was like his father and elder.

As a younger generation, he doesn't want his elders to die.

"Ming."

"rest assured."

“I will win.”

"No matter what, I was chosen by that immortal among the millions of people in Daxuan. Even if I don't humiliate this gentleman, I will win..."

Qingshan Martial Saint, this old man, rubbed the emperor's head lovingly, just like an elder taking a last look at his younger generation before leaving.

Subsequently.

He walked into the wind and rain without looking back.

Although his steps are unsteady, they are more firm than ever before.

The wind and rain are getting more violent.

On the ruined city wall, a ferocious old man with bloody hair and a look like an evil ghost, Lu Jue, looked contemptuously at the old man who was walking with a crutch and wrapped in a heavy cotton coat, and said.

"Are you Luo Qingshan?"

"Ah!"

"Martial Saint is the ultimate in the human world, and there is only one realm. But in my opinion, you are no longer a Martial Saint in the human world!"

"Kill you first!"

"Massacre the Imperial City again to prove my destiny of extermination."

Bang!
Lu Jue took action.

That night, there were winds and rain all over the sky, thunder flashed, and there were two violent wind waves, like tornadoes, blowing wind and rain straight into the sky, colliding and fighting each other.

This battle lasted for three days and three nights, and was very similar to the shocking battle between Luo Qingshan and Emperor Xuan many years ago.

finally.

There is no winner.

Luo Qingshan cut off Lu Jue's head, and the last bit of life in his body slowly dissipated.

"I really want to take another look at the flowers of the silver tree that covers the entire courtyard."

Luo Qingshan was standing.

Before death.

He looked at the crowd of onlookers in the imperial city and suddenly saw a familiar figure. He was a young man, as handsome as a poem or a painting, holding a pot of old wine, and was looking at him.

At this moment, he saw the immortal, and finally saw again the beautiful scenery of the immortal home that he had been reluctant to leave, and the flowers of the silver tree that he would never forget once he saw it.

“That tree has grown bigger again.”

“It’s blooming again.”

"What a nice view."

In the tenth year of Emperor Ming, two martial saints fought in a storm and both died. (End of this chapter)