"Hey, how could the Old City God's cultivation practice for thousands of years be no match for the God's Will Master for 400 years of cultivation?"

Speaking of the Old City God, Jingxin Xiaodaotong sighed again.

This tone, sighed a little deep.

Because the **** he invited was Qin Wuyi, the Capital God.

With the loss of contact with the ghosts, the human way has persisted for a thousand years, but from the one hundred and one hundred disciples to the later one hundred and ten disciples, and then to the previous generation with only seven disciples.

The human world finally lowered the upper limit and placed the goal of asking God on the body of Zhuchenghuang.

But the yin **** does not possess the body is the law set by the lord of the underworld. Among the city gods in the world, only the capital city **** Qin Wuyi is not in this category.

He was the first to try.

The bet is that this thousand-year-old city **** has the possibility of becoming the new king of the underworld.

Who knows, before the good news came, the bad news that the old city **** was suppressed.

"How can it be calculated like that?"

Liansheng Laodao shook his head.

Cultivation in this world is not powerful if you live for a long time. Demons and ghosts live far longer than humans, but apart from a few geniuses, thousands of years of cultivation are not as good as a hundred years of cultivation by human geniuses.

Even if they are both human beings, some people have stayed in nourishing qi for ten years, and some people have already achieved their destiny for ten years. How big is the gap?

If it was just a competition for lifespan, then human beings would have perished in the long river of time.

The two masters and students were speechless for a while, and after a moment of silence, they walked towards the Temple of the City God.

Qingdu is quite prosperous, but the closer it is to the Temple of the City God, the fewer people there are. When you reach the street where the Temple of the City God can be seen in the distance, there are very few pedestrians on the road.

Vaguely, you can see a long seal on the street where the Temple of the City God is located, and many court yamen wearing saponite uniforms patrolling back and forth.

In such a battle, where would the idle people dare to approach?

And where ordinary people can't see it, there is still a layer of invisible mana barrier, which isolates the channels for the exchange of incense inside and outside.

This place has been completely sealed off.

"What a ruthless means."

The meditating little Taoist clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.

Just feel the same way.

"With such a method, it is impossible for an idle person to contact the Old City God without disturbing others."

Saying that, Liansheng Laodao raised his vigilance, pulled Jingxin Xiaodao boy, turned around and left.

The figure jumped up a few times and disappeared on the long street.

huh~

The next moment, a figure fell on the place where the two stopped.

It was a middle-aged man.

His face was indifferent, he looked around, closed his eyes and sensed one or two before frowning and muttering to himself:

"Clearly perceive that someone is peeping here"

huh~

Another young Taoist appeared:

"Senior Brother Qin, have you found anything?"

"gone."

The middle-aged Taoist stretched his brows a little:

"In recent days, the people who have entered the capital are mixed with dragons and snakes. It is inevitable that some people have an old relationship with the City God of Yinsi. Next, we have to be careful. The Ten Thousand Laws Conference is just around the corner, and this old ghost can't be allowed to come out to do things again."

"Brother Qin said yes."

The young Taoist nodded, and was a little puzzled: "Since the sect leader can suppress this old ghost, why not completely cut down the grass, smash his temple, destroy his statue, and completely cut off future troubles?"

"The meaning of the leader is not something I can wait to figure out."

The middle-aged Taoist took a deep look at his companion and said in a low voice:

"It is said that the establishment of the country has something to do with this old ghost, perhaps because he is afraid of killing him and attracting unnecessary backlash, or maybe it is"

"Yes?"

The young Taoist was stunned for a moment, and then he closed his mouth when he heard the sound of breaking air behind him.

"so close"

After a few streets, in a hidden corner, Liansheng Laodao breathed a sigh of relief: "Two cultivators guarding the door, how is this Heaven's Will Religion so tyrannical?"

Benming monks are not Chinese cabbage, and the heads of some small sects are only this level.

Here they are just guarding the periphery, which shows how powerful the Providence Sect is.

You must know that at this time, the Ten Thousand Laws Conference is about to be held, and most of the Taoists of the Providence Sect have been arranged.

"Meditation, try one or two, can you invite the capital city **** to come here?"

Taoist Liansheng withdrew his gaze, but without looking back, he ordered his disciples.

The way they practiced divine descent into the human world was a secret method passed down by the Netherworld Lord. No matter where they were, they could communicate with the **** they asked for. The mana barrier could block the incense, but it couldn't stop them from asking the god.

The little Taoist monk's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, but he was speechless.

Because a palm fell on his shoulder.

"Ok?!"

Daoist Liansheng noticed something was wrong, and when he turned around, his pupils shrank:

"God willing?!"

Behind the meditating little Taoist priest, stood a Taoist man dressed in red with an evil expression.

That Taoist person is slender and has a strange aura, but his face is clearly a real person of God's will!

"Yes, no. I prefer to be called Tianxie than God's will!"

The red-clothed Taoist looked evil, and gave a cold look at the Liansheng Taoist:

"At the end of the ancient times, the king of the Nether Palace was born, and he suppressed the emperor's ten cruelties, swept away the demon atmosphere in the world, and at the cost of his own destiny, he removed all the yin in the world and turned it into a ghost, and established the Yin Sicheng God system.

After that, he no longer set foot in the world, but left a line of Taoism in the world, called the Tao of Humanity, a way of God descending into the human world, which once made countless monks terrified."

Daoist Tianyi or Daoist Tianxie's eyes turned faintly, mocking with a trace of disdain:

"Now that I see it, I am so disappointed."

Anything that has a connection with the Netherworld Lord must be a highly anticipated existence, not to mention the Taoism he once left behind.

Although the human way is low-key, it cannot escape the eyes of the caring people.

He naturally knows the name of this Taoist Liansheng, but unfortunately, even if he has cultivated to the point where he can become Kuixing, now that Kuixing has disappeared, it is not worth mentioning.

"Heavenly evil? The rumors in the cultivation world are true, and you really have more than one incarnation."

Daoist Liansheng's heart sank, took a deep breath, and said slowly:

"But I didn't expect that your erosion of humanistic dragon energy has reached such a level. I'm afraid that the entire Qingdu City will not be able to hide from you."

Although the humanistic dragon energy has no substantial damage, it is extremely terrifying to suppress the alien aura, especially the consciousness.

Qingducheng is the place where the people of the world desire, even the primordial spirit cannot penetrate everything.

How could this goddess be able to achieve such a level? ?

"Except for the old ghost Qin Wuyi, no one can control Qingdu City more deeply than this real person. The moment you entered Qingdu City, you have already fallen into my palm."

The Heavenly Evil Daoist has a calm demeanor, with a heavy joking:

"The Ten Thousand Laws Conference is about to be held, and it is best to be able to witness the successor of the Netherworld Lord."

As he said that, he flicked his sleeves, his cuffs were wide open, and he breathed out the air, enveloping Daoist Liansheng in one fell swoop.

The latter's palm trembled, and he almost wanted to use the great method of asking God, but he still stopped abruptly and let the big sleeve cover.

Based on his practice on the way of descending from the gods to the human world, if the Netherworld is still there and Kuixing is still there, if he thinks about asking God, he can see Kuixing's small half of the power. Not to mention an avatar.

But there are no ifs and no buts in this world.

"Master"

The little Taoist priest Jingxin was pale and could only watch.

"Poor little guy, joining such a hopeless sect, pitiful, pitiful."

The Taoist Tianxie smiled lightly, squeezed the shoulders of the little monk of meditation, and disappeared in place.

As it came, it disappeared without a trace.

The main altar of Providence Sect, in the grand and solemn hall.

One after another, or cold, or detached, or peaceful, or evil, or cold, or compassionate figures took their seats.

"what?"

At a certain moment, several people present moved in their hearts and looked towards the center of the hall.

'Pfft! ’

With a muffled sound, a heavy figure fell to the ground in the void, and a buzzing sound was heard in the hall.

"This is"

The innate Taoist held the wine glass, and there was a ripple in the wine inside.

On the main seat, Xiao Feng's heart moved slightly, as if he heard something, a smile appeared on his face.

"Brothers, you must all know this one, and if you don't, you should have heard of it."

Xiao Feng glanced across the hall, fixed on the body of Taoist Liansheng, and smiled lightly:

"This fellow Daoist is named Liansheng, and he is an inheritor of the Taoist tradition passed down by the Netherworld Lord in the Yang Dynasty."

"Liansheng Daoist?"

"Liansheng Daoist?!"

In the hall, many Taoists were shocked.

Although the reputation of the human world is not obvious among the people, the ordinary people do not know their existence at all, but all of them are the head of the sect, the elders, and naturally they will not recognize him.

However, at this time, it was quite embarrassing to see it, and it seemed that it had suffered a big loss.

Although the world is weak because of the loss of contact with the ghost, this Taoist Liansheng has also had a record of defeating the real person of Du Jie. At this time, is it because his strength has fallen again?

Speaking of which, this Daoist Liansheng is also extremely old, longer than many Primordial Spirit real people.

It's just that the more you practice, the more unfathomable it becomes, while there are also people who go back to life the more they live.

This Liansheng Daoist is undoubtedly the latter.

The strength is getting worse and worse. After You Ming just lost contact with Yangjian, he still has a record of defeating the real person of Du Jie, but later, it is said that he was injured by a real sword cultivator.

At this time, it seems that it is even weaker.

"Cough cough!"

Daoist Liansheng coughed a few times~lightnovelpub.net~ The flushing on his face dissipated, he slowly got up, and looked around.

On the main seat of the hall, is Xiao Feng, the deputy leader of Tianyi Sect, and to the left and right are the two great guest ministers of Tianyi Sect, Yi Gong and Jiuyan.

In the hall, two columns on the left and right extend down. In front of them are Daoist Xiantian, Daoist Tianhu, Pavilion Master Yige, Daoist Zilei, Daoist Zihuang, Zen Master Gu Yue, Dharma King Longya, and Elder Baishen.

After many real people who have transcended tribulation, there are still dozens of real people who have cultivated supernatural powers.

The famous masters in the Daqing practice world have gathered here to be close to one-tenth!

Among these people, there are some people he recognizes and has seen before, some people just hear it, and some people are completely unfamiliar.

But whether they knew him or not, at this time, everyone looked at him with a hint of mockery and an undisguised look down.

Seems to be looking at one,

Lost dog!