"Sunset!?"

Hearing this name, Ma Zongkui's expression became congealed, and his drunkenness completely dissipated.

Nine Daomen, standing on the top of the world of mortals, admiring all living beings in the world, inheriting endless years, and holding the leader of cultivation.

Even though Fengyaoma's family has a long history, standing in front of the gate of Nine Avenues, it is still like a toddler.

But now, such words came out of Tianshidao's mouth.

A long time ago, the Nine Daomen had never ruled the world, because there was still a colossal monster in the world, unparalleled in the world, invincible in the world, and the law is like the setting sun! ?

Such Miao Yan is not even recorded in ancient unofficial history books.

"The setting sun in an invincible world?" Ma Zongkui sneered and remained silent.

"That is a piece of history that has been erased. Those who have heard about it in the world are not among the nine cases." The man in gray robe didn't care about Ma Zongkui's reaction at all.

His voice was light and slow, like gurgling water, and he spoke.

"If you don't enter Cangshan Mountain to see the sunset, who dares to be called a prince in the world... Such a scene is unimaginable today. Even if you study the glory of the nine sects of Taoism, it is difficult to match the afterglow of the sunset..." The gray-robed man sighed softly.

Even if it is him, he can only see the splendor and immortality of the invincible figure in the sporadic records of the Taoism of the Heavenly Master.

"At that time, the world is respected, all religions come to court, born to feel the rising sun, cultivating the truth to look at the setting sun... That is the real great teaching, it will last forever, and the setting sun will be eternal..." The gray-robed man murmured softly.

Those were the most prosperous years of Taoism, with infinite scenery and countless masters emerging one after another.

It can even be said that it was also the most glorious era of the Nine Sects of Taoism. Under the brilliance of the setting sun, all things co-existed, and I don't know how many amazing masters have been created.

"According to what you said, the world is invincible, why is it destroyed? Even today, there is no name left?" Ma Zongkui sneered.

This statement is simply contradictory.

"Because they encountered a great enemy." The gray-robed man said in a deep voice.

"The enemy!?" Ma Zongkui's eyes shrank slightly.

"Unrivaled in the world meets invincible in the world..." the gray-robed man sighed faintly.

"That is the only immortal existence throughout the ages, you can be regarded as a fairy that exists in reality..."

"Immortal!?" Ma Zongkui's expression changed, and a bright light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"In the vast world of mortals, no opponents can be seen..."

Having said that, the gray-robed man paused slightly.

"Only the brilliance of the setting sun can illuminate the abyss... Unfortunately, the afterglow is gone, and the setting sun is still relegated to the sky after all..."

"Did that giant fall?" Ma Zongkui asked subconsciously.

The gray-robed man nodded: "The strongest inheritance in the past has finally fallen. When a whale falls, everything is born, and its corpse immediately attracts all kinds of powers like tigers..."

"At that time, ten thousand dharmas co-exist, and all religions coexist. When the setting sun is here, they can still be suppressed, but when the setting sun falls into the sky, those unrivaled powers can't sit still!"

At this point, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the gray-robed man.

"The king falls on the tripod, and the world divides and eats it... Among them, the nine sects that profit the most are among them."

Divide the king and eat!

"Nine Schools of Taoism!?" Ma Zongkui's heart skipped a beat.

"Looking at the world at that time, the Nine Sects of Taoism were not outstanding, they could only be regarded as the most popular sects. They were not well-known and hidden in the world of mortals. do."

The gray-robed man sneered: "Relying on the legacy of the setting sun, the nine sects of Taoism have risen strongly for thousands of years, sweeping all the Taoisms in all directions, standing at the top of the world, and becoming the only belief of the Taoist sect."

"The setting sun falls, and the nine veins are born..." Ma Zongkui was thoughtful.

The rise of the nine sects of Taoism is almost based on the fall of the setting sun.

The battle between the setting sun and Yuan Zu created the glory of the Nine Sects of Taoism. The wheels of history, as people can see, are rolling in. As for the traces behind them, they have long been covered up by the wind and dust of the years.

"Do you know now?" the gray-robed man sneered.

"Although the Dao of the Heavenly Master is gone, there is still the foundation of the setting sun. Back then, when he 'divided the king and ate', the Dao of the Heavenly Master obtained a heavy weapon, a heavy weapon that could turn the tables."

The gray-robed man's tone suddenly became serious, every word and every word, like a cold wind, destroying the earth.

Ma Zongkui couldn't help shivering when he heard this.

"What heavy weapon!?"

"Sacrifice the Great Spirit Venerable!"

"What is that?" Ma Zongkui asked curiously.

"When this treasure is opened, it is comparable to the great sun in the sky, and the radiance released is enough to burn everything..." the gray-robed man said in a deep voice.

"Ma Yinglong has inherited the position of King Fu, and will soon open the Fengchan Tomb...Only people from the Ma family can enter there."

The gray-robed man stared at Ma Zongkui: "As long as you can cooperate with me from the inside out and open the Great Spiritual Venerable, the position of King of Fortune will still be yours."

"Great Spirit Venerable!?" Ma Zongkui showed hesitation.

The Fengshan tomb was created by the first ancestor of the Ma family in his later years, and it is an important place for the Qin royal family.

How can you be fierce in that kind of place?

"You don't even know how powerful this treasure is." The gray-robed man sneered: "The mortals are insignificant, how can they compete with the great sun?"

"It's so powerful, why is the way of heavenly masters still being punished by the court?"

Ma Zongkui is not a fool, as the most amazing descendant of the Ma family for three thousand years, his brain is still there.

"You are very cautious." The gray-robed man glanced at him indifferently, and explained: "The conditions for opening the Great Spiritual Venerable for Worshiping the Sun] are extremely strict, and the most important point is the power of the descendant of the setting sun."

Hearing this, Ma Zongkui couldn't help rolling his eyes.

The setting sun wipes out the endless years in the world, and it is better than the nine sects of Taoism, all of which are in decline, how can there be disciples still alive?

After talking so lively, it turns out that this treasure cannot be opened at all.

"Although the setting sun is extinct, I have found a way to replace it." The gray-robed man said in a deep voice.

"What alternative?"

"Back then, the first head of the Zhenmagic Division had a deep research on the setting sun. He left behind a method of refining spirit oil, which is enough to replace the power of the setting sun's successors, and open the Great Sun Sacrificial Spirit Venerable]." Gray Robe Man finally showed his cards.

"Zhenmagic? Are you even involved with Zhenmagic?" Ma Zongkui's expression changed suddenly.

Millipede, dead but not stiff.

Tianshidao's handwriting is really extraordinary, even if he is in the catastrophe of exterminating the sect, he still has such power, not only mastering such a heavy weapon of destruction as the Great Spirit Venerable, but even taking the line of Zhenmagic.

"How? As long as you are willing to nod your head, you are the real King of Fortune... As for Ma Yinglong, he will never get out of the Fengchan Tomb." The gray-robed man's voice was deeply seductive.

"What's your purpose? It can't be just to help me win the throne." Ma Zongkui said in a deep voice.

"You are very cautious, but this is not what you should ask." The gray-robed man said calmly, "We just take what we need."

"Why should I trust you?" Ma Zongkui still did not express his opinion.

"It's because you have no choice." The gray-robed man sneered.

A simple sentence pierced Ma Zongkui's heart like a sharp sword.

"You can continue to sink, obediently stay by Ma Yinglong's side, be a lost dog, and watch him ascend the throne..."

The man in gray robe glanced at the beautiful girl who fell to the ground.

"That's it, it's not bad to be drunk every day."

As Ma Zongkui listened, his fists gradually clenched.

He is the most evil descendant of the Ma family, and that great person should have belonged to him in the first place.

"You are very ambitious... so even if I tell you that this is seeking skin from a tiger, you have already made a decision in your heart."

The man in gray robe looked at Ma Zongkui with a sneer, as if he had already seen through him.

"Deal!" Ma Zongkui gritted his teeth and said in a serious tone.

…

In the days that followed, the capital seemed calm.

The Yao Zhu was buried, and Ma Yinglong quietly succeeded to the throne of King Fu.

This lineage is low-key, and the throne is not visible, so no grand ceremony was held, only the grand ceremony of the clan, offering sacrifices to the ancestors of the past dynasties.

In order to show his honor and favor, Emperor Qin specially sent a prince to attend the grand ceremony.

Although the thirteenth prince was young, he showed his big face that day at the opening ceremony, and he was a disciple of Prince Yuan, so his grand visit showed the greatness of the emperor's grace.

As for the other six kings, they also sent special envoys to celebrate.

As a good brother, Zhou Dao was naturally present in person, adding to Ma Yinglong's influence.

"What is Lao Ma busy these days? It's been three days since the grand ceremony."

In Yuan Wang Palace, Wang Xiaoyi was bored.

"Now that he has inherited the position of King Fu, I'm afraid he's about to start preparing for the ceremony." Zhou Dao said in a deep voice.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone fell silent.

The Fengchan Tomb is related to royal secrets. On that day, the Ninth Prince specifically explained that they should not speak nonsense.

"Brother!"

At this moment, Jiang Yuan walked into the hall, followed by a young man with a long knife on his back.

Zhang Tianci, the day when the Demon Master was selected, this young man showed the same characteristics as Qi Hao in the past, when he lost control of his emotions, another personality would appear, his strength skyrocketed, and his monsters were like crazy.

From then on, Jiang Yuan took him with him.

After a long period of training, today's Zhang Tianci has long lost the childishness and dullness of the past, and faintly has the potential of a master.

"Xiao Jiang, what have you been up to lately?" Wang Xiaoyi asked with narrowed eyes.

After returning from Shiwan Dashan this time, he obviously felt that Jiang Yuan was a little different, and he even felt reborn.

Even Wang Xuanzhi, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but look up at him.

After stepping into the Dao Realm, Wang Xuanzhi's senses were much sharper than Wang Xiaoyi's.

"Of course it's the business of the busy department." Jiang Yuan said with a light smile.

Strictly speaking, Zhou Dao, Wang Xuanzhi and Wang Xiaoyi can all be regarded as the manpower of Yu Yaosi, but compared to Jiang Yuan, they seem to be too careless.

"Little Jiang, your talent is really evil. You are busy with the affairs of the department, but you can still improve your cultivation by leaps and bounds."

Wang Xiaoyi narrowed his eyes and looked Jiang Yuan up and down.

"It seems that sooner or later, you will surpass us."

While talking, Wang Xiaoyi and Wang Xuanzhi met each other, and couldn't help showing a teasing look.

"Perhaps it doesn't have to be sooner or later." Jiang Yuan said casually with a relaxed expression.

hum...

As soon as the words fell, an invisible aura suddenly emerged in Yuanwang Palace.

"Little Jiang Yuan, your courage has grown, and you have become domineering. It seems that you are really not the kid you used to be." Wang Xiaoyi chuckled lightly.

Jiang Yuan used to be humble and low-key, but now, although he is still respectful and polite to Zhou Dao, Wang Xiaoyi and others, but when it comes to cultivation, he has a kind of bearing in every gesture, like a divine sword in its sheath, which cannot be touched lightly.

"Little Brother Yi, I would like to ask you to teach me if I have the chance." Jiang Yuan clasped his hands.

"Haha, it seems that I really have to work harder." Wang Xiaoyi laughed.

"Let's get down to business." Zhou Dao raised his hand, interrupting everyone's teasing.

Jiang Yuan's talent is indeed good, but Wang Xiaoyi is unfathomable, hiding unimaginable potential.

Zhou Dao didn't think that the current Jiang Yuan had the right to challenge him.

"Brother, the matter you asked me to investigate has already become clear." Jiang Yuan took out the information from his arms and handed it over.

Zhou Dao's eyes lit up when he heard that.

These days, he has been tracking Zhenmosi's stronghold in the capital.

Zhou Dao tasted the sweetness of that vat of spiritual oil, and now as long as he smells the wind, he can't let it go.

"It seems that they collected a lot of monster corpses." Zhou Dao looked at the information in his hand and couldn't help sighing.

Zhenmagic Division has placed many undercover agents in the headquarters of Yuyaosi, and many of them are demon masters, who secretly transport the corpses of monsters from the headquarters to the Zhenmagic Division's stronghold in the capital.

This kind of behavior of blatantly poaching the corners of the company is simply outrageous.

"It's really shameless." Zhou Dao scolded.

"A lot of big fish were caught this time." Jiang Yuan said in a deep voice.

These days, he led a large-scale purge, uncovering many undercover agents hiding in the headquarters of Yuyaosi, including even high-ranking figures such as special envoys.

You know, how much painstaking effort it takes for Zhenmensi to cultivate an undercover agent of this level.

One thousand undercover agents may not be able to climb to this position.

"These nails are inserted deep enough." Zhou Daoning said.

"No matter how deep it is, it still hasn't been dug out." Wang Xiaoyi sneered.

"Is Zhenmensi's stronghold locked?" Zhou Dao asked.

"Locked, let's do it tonight." A cold light flashed in Jiang Yuan's eyes.

"Make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Don't worry, the staff is all selected by me personally, and the wind will never be leaked."

Today's Jiang Yuan has already been able to stand alone. In terms of the professional ability of Yu Yaosi alone, only Wang Xuanzhi can touch him.

As for Zhou Dao and Wang Xiaoyi, they can only be regarded as non-staff personnel, the kind who only get a salary and do nothing.

…

In the middle of the night, the lonely moon hangs high.

In the southern outskirts of the city, in a small courtyard.

The stench seemed to attract flies from piled up carrion, and it was so fermented that it made people sick.

A group of black-clothed masters kept moving the corpses of the monsters and threw them into the huge copper urn. The densely packed treasures of heaven and earth were thrown into it like medicinal materials, and then the scarlet grease flowed into the urn from the bottom slot.

"My lord, this is already the last batch, and it will be shipped out tonight."

A man in black reported respectfully.

Standing in front of him was a young man with his hands behind his back, his toga fell to the ground, and he didn't have the slightest trace of a cultivator on his body.

"After you're done, let's burn this place." The young man said without looking back.

"This subordinate understands." The man in black said respectfully, "I will make arrangements for the evacuation."

"Let's stay."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded leisurely under the moonlit night.

In the dark night, Jiang Yuan stepped forward, with a mighty aura covering the sky and covering a hundred miles around.

"You Yaosi...you are...Jiang..." The man in black's complexion changed suddenly, and he even recognized Jiang Yuan's identity.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

Today's Jiang Yuan, whose prestige is gradually rising, has already established a brand in the battles and fights.

Especially in Zhenma Division, many veteran experts gave a very high evaluation to this young master of Yuyao Division.

Some people even said that within twenty years, there will be a place for this person in the Nine Gods Pillar in the future.

"Jiang Yuan!"

In the small courtyard, it suddenly boiled.

Jiang Yuan is here~lightnovelpub.net~ Everyone is showing fear and uneasiness.

"Self-binding can save your life." Jiang Yuan whispered.

One man guards the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it. He stands still, which is enough to shock people's hearts.

"grown ups…"

At this moment, the headed man in black couldn't help but look at the young man beside him.

"The wind is blowing, blowing thousands of miles, the old man is gone, where to start..."

"Jiang Yuan, long time no see."

Suddenly, the young man sighed softly and turned around.

In an instant, Jiang Yuanru was shocked by the electric shock, his eyes burst open, and he growled in a low voice, and said the name.

"Qi Hao!"

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