Lingzhao Mountain, Imperial Palace.

The full moon fell in the west, the stars withered, and the magpies circled the branches and uttered disturbing calls.

"King Yuan..."

Suddenly, a heart-piercing roar came from the [No Sun Palace], shaking the Imperial Palace up and down.

The Hall of No Sun was created by the first-generation patriarch of the Imperial Palace. It has been the residence of the master of the Imperial Palace since all dynasties.

"What happened? Was that a man's voice, from the palace master's bedroom?"

"That voice is a little familiar, it seems to be the suzerain of Zhou Tianxuanzong."

"This person has always been obedient to the palace master, and he is silent, how can he be so angry?"

"I seem to have heard the name of King Yuan."

In the distance, the spiritual thoughts of the masters were intertwined in the void, and then, the anger spread like a raging wave, killing all these idiots who were talking about their tongues.

In the Hall of No Sun, the white gauze account swayed with the night wind.

The hall is surrounded by bright candles.

In the center, a graceful figure was suspended in mid-air, her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes were clearly visible, and her beautiful face looked extremely dreamy under the candlelight.

However, this beautiful body has no breath, as if it has fallen into a deep sleep that will never wake up.

"Prince Yuan... I hate you so much that I will burn you to ashes..."

Chu Kuangtian looked at Ye Miaoxian, who had lost the slightest vitality, his eyes were red, and he was furious.

His breath is constantly changing, like entering the devil's way, it seems that he will break through the entire Temple of No Sun.

Chu Kuangtian looked at Ye Miaoxian's body, his heart was full of grief, he raised his right hand and wanted to touch it, but he trembled slightly, but he finally held back.

This woman he had never been able to get in his life, even after her death, he would not dare to touch the most holy body in the world without permission.

In Chu Kuangtian's eyes, compared with Ye Miaoxian, everything in the world is dirty, including himself.

Touching Ye Miaoxian's body is a sin unless she has her own consent.

But now that Ye Miaoxian is gone, she can no longer agree with Chu Kuangtian's delusions.

He has been obsessed with it all his life, chasing it all his life, and fantasized about it all his life... The wish that he failed to achieve even to death has finally come to nothing.

At this moment, Chu Kuangtian only felt that the world was vast, that he had become alone, and that he no longer had any meaning to survive.

"Zhou Dao..." Chu Kuangtian's murderous intention flourished.

Now, he finally no longer has any concerns, and breaks free from the last shackles, he is like a demon, and there are no taboos.

What Zhou Xuan's family, Jianzhu's successor...

These are no longer any hindrances for him.

The road ahead is vast, only killing!

"calm down."

At this moment, a stalwart figure appeared in the hall and held Chu Kuangtian's shoulder.

Ye Shen glanced at Ye Miaoxian's body, his eyes were slightly dark, like frost.

"Don't you want to rush directly to the Yuyao Division to start a killing ring?"

"Why not? Yu Yaosi is Longtan Tiger Den?" Chu Kuangtian said coldly.

"Are you the reincarnation of Taizu, or the reincarnation of Emperor Wu, who can suppress Jiu Shenzhu and kill Lu Xianyou?"

Ye Shen's right arm trembled slightly, cracks formed in the void, slightly suppressing Chu Kuangtian's violent aura.

"I'm sure I'll kill that kid before I alert them." Chu Kuangtian's eyes were piercing.

Ye Miaoxian died, and he only had one thought.

"And then? You're going to die too."

"Do you think I'm still afraid of death?" Chu Kuangtian sneered: "Back then, when I betrayed Zhou Xuan, this life was already handed over to Miaoxian."

"Now that she's gone, what do you think my life is worth?"

Chu Kuangtian's whole life was for Ye Miaoxian...

As early as that year, he followed Zhou Xuan to Beijing to participate in the King Yuan Dharma Conference, and saw Ye Miaoxian for the first time...

At that time, Ye Miaoxian was still a girl with bright eyes and kind eyes. She didn't have the aura of domineering and arrogant, and she didn't have the aloofness and coldness. She was carefree and innocent.

At that time, Chu Kuangtian knew that this was what he had been thinking all his life.

"Since she has inherited the throne of the Imperial Palace Master, especially so easy to die?"

Ye Shen's words were like a bright light in the darkness, and Chu Kuangtian saw a glimmer of hope.

His expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Ye Shen abruptly, as if a licking dog had caught a life-saving straw.

"Can you save Miaoxian?"

"not me."

Ye Shen said softly, "Come with me."

As he spoke, his mind moved, and he dragged Ye Miaoxian's body to the depths of the Temple of No Sun.

Chu Kuangtian followed without hesitation.

After a while, the palace seemed to come to an end, and an ancient bronze portal crossbar was in front of him.

"This is..." Chu Kuangtian looked at the door in front of him, his expression changed slightly, revealing a look of surprise.

The ancient pattern engraved on the bronze gate seemed familiar, and he had also seen it when he was following Zhou Xuan.

Cangshan sunset, the setting sun is like blood, there are few sad songs, and there are corpses and remnants everywhere...

"what is this?"

Chu Kuangtian asked in a deep voice, as if he had calmed down from the anger just now.

"This is the forbidden place left by the ancestors, and it is also the biggest secret of my Imperial Palace." Ye Shen's eyes narrowed.

In the entire Imperial Palace, no more than three people are qualified to enter here.

"Patriarch of the Imperial Palace!?" Chu Kuangtian was moved.

He once heard Ye Miaoxian mention that the patriarch of the Imperial Palace was a Taoist priest from a mysterious sect.

Therefore, according to old legends, the mysterious sect is hidden in the abyss like a dragon, escaping from the world, like the setting sun, and it is deeply entangled with the central tomb.

The patriarch of the Imperial Palace was a teenager who studied art in this sect, and later met the Taizu, and from then on, the fetters deepened, and he was obsessed with him for a lifetime.

Such a person was once as famous as Taizu and the first-generation chief secretary, who conquered the great Qin dynasty for thousands of years.

Here is his secret.

rumbling...

Suddenly, the ancient bronze portal vibrated violently, and a gap emerged from the middle.

The door that had not been opened for a long time finally opened wide, and a cold wind poured out from it, as if it was connected to another world.

A little bit of fluorescent light flickered, illuminating the scene behind the portal in a trance.

"This is... abyss!?" Chu Kuangtian took a step forward.

The endless darkness is chaotic, I don't know what kind of mystery is hidden, a ray of incense is entrenched, like a real dragon flickering and disappearing into the abyss, just like...

breathe! ?

"What is this... what is left by the patriarch of the Imperial Palace?"

Chu Kuangtian looked strange, felt the strong danger, and took a step back subconsciously.

"This is the [Eight Vicious Gathering Fire Bureau]." Ye Shen whispered.

"Eight Vicious Gathering Fire Bureau!?" Chu Kuangtian chewed on the name, showing a strange look.

"It was not without reason that the ancestors founded the Imperial Palace in Lingzhao Mountain back then. This place was originally a fierce cave, the place of the claws of the Great Qin Dragon Vein..." Ye Shen whispered.

The dragon veins rose and fell, and the smoldering and fierce aura was concentrated here. Later, the patriarch of the Imperial Palace set up tombs in eight fierce places around Lingzhao Mountain, and buried eight skeletons.

"Eight skeletons!?" Chu Kuangtian asked subconsciously if he moved, "What is that..."

Ye Shen shook his head and did not answer, as if it involved the key secret of the Imperial Palace.

Since then, the Eight Ominous Fire Gathering Bureau has been completely formed. This abyss is located in the center of the Eight Ominous Land, and the three thousand years of incense in the Imperial Palace is feeding it.

"What exactly do you want to do in the Imperial Palace?" Chu Kuangtian looked at the abyss that seemed to have no end, and asked in a deep voice.

"When Zhou Xuan approached Miaoxian, more than half of it was for the secret here..."

"Unfortunately, he will never see him in this life."

As he spoke, Ye Shen waved his right hand gently, and Ye Miaoxian's body floated in the air, flying towards the abyss.

"What are you doing?" Chu Kuangtian's expression changed slightly, and he cried out.

"Only in this way can she have any hope of surviving." Ye Shen said lightly.

"That little guy is not what it used to be. He caused a catastrophe, and such damage is irreversible."

Speaking of this, Ye Shen's eyes flashed with a strong cold light.

Today's Zhou Dao is no longer the kid who needed the protection of Qin Baichu and Jianzhu. His climate has gradually grown, and even Ye Miaoxian has been folded in her hands.

Chu Kuangtian looked at Ye Miaoxian's figure gradually sinking into the abyss, and finally suppressed the urge to intercept, and a sullen look flashed on Senran's face.

"That little devil has the incense accumulated by Daoist Liyang, I'm afraid it will be even more powerful."

"The incense of Taoist Liyang!?" Ye Shen sneered: "He was playing with fire, seeking his own death."

"How do you say?" Chu Kuangtian's heart moved slightly and he asked.

"You have never established a sect and gathered incense, so naturally you don't know the mystery." Ye Shen whispered.

The power of incense is one of the most mysterious powers in the world, and it is also a holy product of Taoism.

Since ancient times, the method of condensing the power of incense has been extremely mysterious, and Chu Kuangtian has not dabbled in it except for the six ears, so naturally he does not know the root of it.

"The incense burns through ghosts and gods, the incense that the little devil obtained is the dragon and tiger's dharma vein, how could he be able to drive it?"

"You mean..."

Ye Shen sneered: "Not only can he not move, but once he has thoughts, he will be doomed."

Incense can connect ghosts and spirits. This is where the dragon and tiger dharma converge. As long as other people have the idea of ​​​​moving this incense, they will definitely arouse the gods and cause changes.

"I'm just waiting for this kid to die without a burial."

Chu Kuangtian's voice was cold, his eyes wandered, and he fell to the bottomless abyss.

...

The Imperial Demon Division, the Palace of the King of Yuan.

After Zhou Dao came back, he dismissed everyone and closed the palace.

Since he has the power of incense that Daoist Liyang has accumulated for two thousand years, he naturally has to make good use of it.

rumbling...

A huge incense burner appeared in the center of the hall, and the incense inside was surging, yellow and golden, like a liquid made of melted gold, exuding a mysterious and holy atmosphere.

In a trance, the incarnation of the boy appeared in the golden mist.

"Humans, I have received the incense of the world, I have cultivated my divinity, and I have been psyched. If you dare to blaspheme, you will be punished by heaven."

The boy sat cross-legged in the incense, bathed in the golden liquid, his hands were imprinted, looked at Zhou Dao coldly, and issued a stern warning.

"Spiritual support?" Zhou Dao sneered: "You are only an illusory wish, condensed by incense, you have no real body, and it is difficult to enter the real world, and you dare to talk about God's condemnation?"

Zhou Dao also vaguely knew about the power of incense.

According to the previous life, even if you are psychic, you still do not belong to the existence of this dimension, you cannot influence it, you cannot show it, and you still need to practice and strengthen your body to distinguish between the real and the illusory.

"You will regret this."

The boy looked at Zhou Dao coldly, stopped talking, and fell into silence.

It is guided by both hands, and the golden mist around it is surging, like a dream bubble, flickering, birth and death, and endless rotation.

"Look at me refining you." Zhou Dao sneered.

"Little devil, wait a minute, this incense is the dragon and tiger's dharma, and it can't be acted rashly, so we need to find a safe way."

The voice of the Earth King Shituo sounded suddenly, revealing a trace of embarrassment.

However, Zhou Dao turned a deaf ear and sat cross-legged in front of the huge incense burner, and began to run the mana.

"Little devil, don't act rashly, do you hear me?" Earth King Shituo was anxious and warned again.

rumbling...

The majestic mana rose from Zhou Dao's body, showing a magnificent atmosphere, and faintly, a mysterious phantom appeared.

"Little devil..."

The Earth King Shituo was about to cry again. Suddenly, he seemed to wake up, his thoughts suddenly arose, and he locked the boy in the incense burner.

"It's you!?"

"Old ghost, you are the same as me. You have form but no substance. I have channeled spirits and held spirits. With a little trick, you can cut off your six senses."

"Damn little bug..." Earth King Shituo growled.

"Hey, old ghost, what can you do to me? Who can blame this ignorant human being for his own death?"

The psychic boy sat cross-legged in the golden mist, looking at Zhou Dao indifferently, his eyes filled with ridicule.

rumbling...

The majestic mana rushed into the huge incense like the river and the sea, and was wrapped in the galloping golden mist, trying to extract the power of the incense.

"It's so heavy."

A strange feeling rose in Zhou Dao's heart. Even though he claimed to have boundless mana, he still felt exhausted.

The power of each ray of incense is like a rooted mountain, which is difficult to peel off.

"Dragon and Tiger Dharma Line, the gods in the nine heavens, the common delusions, straight into the nine secluded places."

At this moment, an ancient and magnificent voice resounded in Zhou Dao's mind.

All of a sudden, the bell rang suddenly, and the vast and nameless people were so shocked that their souls trembled, and all the orifices opened.

Zhou Dao's eyes slammed round, and he saw the golden incense power suddenly boil, soaring into the sky, like a passage, straight up to the ninth level.

Incense offerings to ghosts and gods... This is the channel to communicate with God! ?

Zhou Dao's soul trembled, and he raised his head suddenly.

In a trance, at the end of the golden passage, there seemed to be phantoms of palaces appearing.

"Tiangong Immortals!?" Zhou Dao's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't believe it.

There really is a **** in this world! ?

hum...

At this moment, a flag flew out from the depths of the palace, engraved with Xuanwen, painted with talismans, and wrote two ancient Taoist fonts~lightnovelpub.net~Dragon Tiger! ? "

"Harvest!"

The strange flag swayed slightly, the golden road shook slightly, and the Zhou Dao spirit involuntarily left the body and flew away.

"Not good!" Zhou Dao's heart skipped a beat.

He never imagined that the power of incense was so strange that it contained such a terrifying risk.

"Stupid humans." The psychic boy laughed loudly.

Ordinary people have delusional thoughts, and they want to get in on the incense of his veins and anger the heavens.

rumbling...

Zhou Dao's spirit is half-empty, so he will follow the golden road and be harvested by that strange flag.

At this moment, the void shook, raised his head three feet, and an ancient and mysterious altar slowly emerged.

"Grandpa!" Zhou Dao added in a voiceless voice.