Inside the teahouse, there was a dead silence.

The scarlet and minced meat all over the ground attracted everyone's attention like a sharp knife.

No one saw Zhou Dao make a move, and the mighty Shen Congzhi burst on the spot and disappeared without a sound, not even leaving his body behind.

How domineering and terrifying is this?

Facing such crushing strength, even Shen Congzhi's master, the old man with blood on his face, couldn't help looking at Zhou Dao.

Shen Congzhi died, and the supernatural power left by the Taoist king could fall on him.

That is a secret art, which can refine medicine with people, transform golden elixirs nine times, and swallow all their cultivation bases and spells.

The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency and make up for the deficiency.

With this great skill, in just ten years, he can become one of the best masters in the world.

Thinking of this, the old man looked at Zhou Dao and hurriedly thanked him.

"Thank you fellow daoist for helping me..."

"You are not a good person either." Zhou Dao glanced at him.

The old man choked for a moment before he finished speaking, his pale face turned red.

As a disciple of Longhushan, how had he ever been in such a mess like today?

"Fate of the Dao King?" Zhou Dao sneered: "Leave all dharmas for future generations, good and evil are confused, the one who succeeds will be the greatest, what a Dao King."

This is the opportunity left by the Taoist king, let the latecomers fight for life and death, no matter the good or the evil, the winner will be the king and the loser.

Forged a karma and became his wealth.

Even if the Dao King is not around, the thoughts of all living beings must have all kinds of dharmas running, and they will remain in the world of mortals.

Evangelize the world, whether it is righteous or evil, fight, grab, kill, refine...the big waves wash away the sand, and the rest are the people loved by the way of heaven, where the cause and effect lie, and serve the king of the way together.

This is the overall situation that runs through the ages, the most terrifying supernatural powers since ancient times, and will be the food for all living beings in the future.

"let's go."

Zhou Dao stood up, the influence of Dao King was even more terrifying than he imagined.

Rather than saying that he left behind hope and opportunities that everyone can obtain, it is better to say that what he left behind was the demons of all living beings.

The power within reach, the good fortune regardless of good or evil, as long as you think in your heart, there will be a response, like the sky and the Tao.

This is the Dao King, who died in the fifth life, but is everywhere.

As more and more people get the opportunity to become a Taoist King, Wang Tong's prestige grows stronger, and the situation is like the sky.

This is also a kind of practice, a kind of evolution.

For Lin Jie, this is not good news.

Zhou Dao wants to find the elder brother as soon as possible.

Everyone looked at Zhou Daoyuan's disappearing figure, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time, curiosity arose in their hearts.

Such a young master, logically speaking, is by no means an unknown person, and his appearance in Wudao Mountain now must have come for the battle on the ninth day of September.

"I see why the young man looks so familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere."

"As soon as you said that, I also had an impression. Not long ago... By the way, Shiwan Dashan, I met this person in Shiwan Dashan, he is..."

"Yuanshi Taoist... can't be wrong, he is Yuanshi Taoist."

A name suddenly appeared in everyone's ears.

Suddenly, the whole teahouse was boiling.

He rose like a comet, shining in the starry sky, from being unknown to being famous all over the world, and the degree of his birth was more violent and direct than that of King Yuan back then.

There are hundreds of thousands of mountains, and the three religions and nine streams are mixed. Compared with the legend of the Yuan King who lived in the capital for a long time, the demeanor of the Yuanshi Taoist is what many people have seen before their eyes.

This man came out like a black horse, killed Taoist Huoyun, suppressed Heitianzong Qiliuyun, defeated the Qinglong Lion King, and slaughtered the Jiuyuan Mountain lineage.

In the battle of Luopo Mountain, he was alone against the combination of Qingqiu Fox King, Bright Ape King and Black Mountain Flood King, beheading him with almost crushing force.

The seven king banners of the Yaozu, representing the future, were almost destroyed by Yuanshi Daoist's life.

Every single one of them showed his strength and terror.

Since Shiwan Dashan became famous, the world has said that Yuanshi has supernatural powers and is a leader among others. Among his peers, only Zhou Dao and Wang Tong can rival him.

Now, the ninth day of September is approaching, and the young Tianjiao finally came.

"Oh my god, it's really Yuanshi Taoist. In the battle of Jiuyuan Mountain that day, I saw him tear the Qinglong and Lion King in half, and the blood flowed like a river. The killing was shocking."

"I've seen his demeanor in the Qimen Pavilion. He suppressed Qi Liuyun of the Heitian Sect with one hand, and beat him to a life-or-death dilemma. Even Ming Cangxuan respected him."

"The most frightening thing was the battle at Luopo Mountain. The Three Kings Banners were picked by him alone."

The teahouse is getting more and more lively. Compared with Zhou Dao who has lived in the capital for a long time, Wang Tong who is erratic and mysterious, and Lin Jie who does not show his landscape.

Taoist Yuanshi, who had appeared on Shiwan Dashan, was obviously closer to them.

Its reputation was earned, and many people saw it with their own eyes that day.

"He is Taoist Yuanshi!?" The old man murmured softly, then sneered.

What does it matter to him? After the traitor is dead, he can capture the monks and refine the golden elixir in the future.

At this moment, these people in the teahouse are no longer the same kind in his eyes, but medicines that are enough to help him practice.

"die!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the ear of the old man.

The latter's eyes were wide open, and before he could react what happened, his body exploded suddenly, turning into a puddle of flesh and blood, flying in all directions, just like his traitor.

The originally bustling teahouse fell into dead silence again, and everyone looked at each other, with nothing but fear left on their faces.

…

"The old thing is dead?"

Walking in Fangshi, Wang Xiaoyi suddenly asked.

"Why keep it?" Zhou Daoning said softly.

At this moment, his attention was not on the two masters and apprentices just now.

"Brother should have come." Zhou Dao muttered in his heart.

According to Taoist Panlong, since Wudao Mountain used to be a part of the Sunset Sect, as a big brother, he should have come to explore the way very early.

"Xiaoyi, have you got in touch with Yu Yaosi's staff?" Zhou Dao asked suddenly.

The Yuyaosi monitors the world, and it is the largest organization in Daqin, especially its intelligence capabilities, which are even higher than the Six Great Gates.

Zhou Dao came to Enlightenment Mountain alone, so it is naturally impossible to let this power go unused.

With his current level, he can mobilize almost all the resources within Yuyaosi.

"I got in touch with you right after I came here, a black-gold-level spy." Wang Xiaoyi whispered.

The intelligence agency of Yuyaosi has its own system, but it is also highly hierarchical just like the demon-killing guards.

The lowest level of spies is the black iron class, usually located in the town-level area, their identities are also extremely secretive, they may be the bustard of the flower shop, the owner of the tofu shop, or the doorman of the school.

Further up are bronze, silver, gold, red gold, and the highest level of black gold.

A secret agent at the black gold level, whose strength has reached the Dao realm.

There are very few spies of this level, and they have a very high status in Yuyaosi, and only a few high-level agents can be transferred.

This time when Zhou Daoyuan came to Enlightenment Mountain, he was authorized by the chief director Lu Xianyou to mobilize such a level of spies.

It can be seen that since he was awarded the title of king, his status has been increasing day by day.

"Wait up front."

Zhou Dao randomly picked a roadside tea shop, sat down with Wang Xiaoyi, ordered a pot of clear tea and two plates of snacks.

"The two guests are from the capital?"

At this moment, the boss came over and greeted with a smile.

He has a big belly and a triple chin, but his chubby face is extremely smooth, like a peeled egg.

"Boss has good eyesight." Zhou Dao couldn't help saying.

"Hey, the guest's clothes are made of [Tianyifang], and they are only for official families." The boss sat down with a smile on his face.

"Your Majesty the King of Yuan just came to enlighten the Dao Mountain, he killed people and established his prestige. It's really awe-inspiring."

"Who are you?" Zhou Dao's complexion changed slightly.

The person in front of him could see his origin at a glance, he even knew what he did a moment ago, and even had an insight into his identity as a Yuanshi Taoist.

This is simply unbelievable.

"My subordinate, Jin Shengqian, is the black gold agent of Yuyaosi." The boss secretly transmitted his voice.

"Black Gold Agent!?" Zhou Dao was slightly moved.

Who would have thought that the owner of this unremarkable tea shop would be the black gold agent of Yu Yaosi, a master at the Dao level.

"Gold detectives are really good means." Zhou Dao had to sigh.

"Hey, that's what I eat." Jin Shengqian grinned.

"King Yuan summoned his subordinates, what do you want to ask?"

"Do you know where Lin Jie is?" Zhou Dao cut to the chase without any unnecessary nonsense.

"I know." Jin Shengqian replied.

"A few days ago, in the depths of Wudao Mountain, a hidden space appeared in Tianjian Gorge. I heard that there was a large tomb inside. At that time, the masters of Taiyi Sect, Heitianzong, and Longhu Mountain were all there... Lin Jie insisted on killing him. go in..."

"That big tomb seems to be extremely important to him. Now the masters of the three major sects have arrived, and a trap has been laid, waiting for him to come out."

"Is this what Wang Tong meant?" Zhou Dao's expression turned cold.

"That's not true. Wang Tong hasn't shown up yet. This person has a very high spirit and attaches great importance to this battle. How could he send someone before the battle to kill the opponent first." Jin Shengqian said.

"I see, thank you."

Zhou Dao got up and was about to leave, since he found out where Lin Jie was, he didn't want to take a walk for a moment.

"Brother Dao, the masters of the three major sects are here, I'm afraid it will be a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, do you want to send people?" Wang Xiaoyi chased after him.

"No need." Zhou Dao shook his head and walked to the depths of Wudao Mountain.

"Do you want to tell your fortune, little friend?"

At this moment, a leisurely voice came from the side, calling Zhou Dao to stop.

Zhou Dao subconsciously stopped and turned to look.

Beside the road, there is a fortune-telling booth, and in front of the booth sits a middle-aged man with a face like a crown jade, beard and chest, and looks like a scribe.

"Fortune-telling? There are so many monks gathered in Enlightenment Mountain, and there are still people setting up fortune-telling stalls here?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help laughing.

"A monk is also a human being. As long as he is a human being, he cannot control his own destiny. Naturally, he asks for his fate." The middle-aged scribe looked at Wang Xiaoyi with his eyes fixed.

"I see this little friend, with peach blossoms on his face, has boundless spring in this life. After the age of twenty-five, it will be a turning point in life, and he is afraid of catastrophe."

The middle-aged scribe waved the folding fan in his hand, looked at Wang Xiaoyi and said.

"However, your nobleman is in the west, if you go west, you will surely achieve great things."

"Hey, you are not blind, you are not blind, why are you talking nonsense?" Wang Xiaoyi sneered, pulling Zhou Dao to leave.

However, Zhou Dao became interested and went straight to the fortune-telling booth.

"Fortune-telling? Coincidentally, I also met a fortune-teller in the capital not long ago."

"Coming together?" The middle-aged scribe laughed.

"No, he's a little magic stick."

A figure appeared in Zhou Dao's mind, a young man in a green shirt, a fortune-telling stall.

That man named Li Xuan, Zhou Dao felt extraordinary when he first saw him that day, who would have thought that this man was Wang Tong, the most powerful descendant of Longhu Mountain.

It's just a hasty farewell, but Zhou Dao can no longer taste the charm of that man.

"It's really a colleague." The middle-aged scribe laughed.

"So, you are an old magic stick?" Zhou Dao said indifferently.

"If you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't."

The middle-aged scribe spread out the blank paper, tapped his pen and ink, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Test a word."

Zhou Dao thought for a while, picked up a pen, and wrote the word "Lin" on the white paper.

"The word Xiaoyou is very scribbled. It seems that I have been lonely since I was a child, and the elders have no education." The middle-aged scribe picked up the paper and looked at it carefully.

Wang Xiaoyi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he met Zhou Dao.

"However, although the words are sloppy, they are full of spirit, filled like clouds, longer than the sky, my little friend's achievements are probably not low, and he looks like a prince."

"For a fortune teller, let's not talk about New Year's greetings, let's talk about something practical." Wang Xiaoyi interrupted the other party's words.

The middle-aged scribe smiled, put down the paper, looked at Zhou Dao, and sat down leisurely.

"Little friend is here to find someone?"

"How did you know that?" Zhou Dao couldn't help asking, his heart skipped a beat.

"That's what it says." The middle-aged scribe clicked on the word "Lin".

"Seeing the mountains and looking at the forests... My friend who came to Enlightenment Mountain from afar should be looking for someone."

"I want to ask, how is this person's fortune?" Zhou Dao asked after thinking for a while.

"Two trees form a forest, but a single tree is hard to support. If this person is alone, I'm afraid that his luck will be bad and his fate will be calamity." The middle-aged scribe said lightly.

"Nonsense." Wang Xiaoyi said in a deep voice, "I also said that two trees make a forest, and good things come in pairs."

The middle-aged scribe shook his head, pointed to the word "Lin" and said.

"Look, little friend, the word 'Lin' is like two characters for 'person', with a sword pierced on each of their heads. I think this man is destined to have brothers. If there is a war, the two will be robbed together..."

"It's fierce! It's fierce!"

"It's really a magic stick." Zhou Dao got up, dropped an ingot of gold, and left.

"Little friend, please slow down."

"What else is there?"

"You haven't paid me the money yet."

Zhou Dao frowned, and looked at the gold on the table.

The middle-aged scribe smiled.

"I tell fortunes for others, and I never accept yellow and white things."

"Old man, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, then what do you want?" Wang Xiaoyi said dissatisfied.

This poor fortune teller didn't have a good word from the beginning to the end, and he couldn't help but want to step up and slap him twice.

"Since it's fortune-telling, it's natural to pay your life for your life."

The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly.

In an instant, the world was spinning, and Zhou Dao's complexion changed suddenly. He felt that the world was like a bag, and all living beings, including him and Wang Xiaoyi, were going to pass through the small hole and fall into the bag.

"What kind of supernatural power is this!?"

"Hahaha, Lu Zu, I haven't seen you for many years, and I'm actually bullying the younger generation."

At this moment, a burst of arrogant laughter burst into Zhou Dao's ears.

When he came to his senses, he was still standing in front of the fortune-telling booth. Not far away, an old Taoist priest who looked like a beggar came over, with drunken eyes and a wine gourd hanging around his waist.

"master!"