Compared to the noise from the cultivators in the Meteorite Realm, the Pankong Realm is much quieter.
Seeing that Shen Qingyi's water mirror had become blurry again, some people couldn't help but look at each other.
Xu Yanchang's eyes couldn't help but flash.
Is it really because of the energy riot that the water mirror is blurred?
Xu Yanchang knew that this little girl Shen Qingyi was actually a Confucian cultivator.
I thought of some ancient records in Tianxu Peak and the war debris I saw in the water mirror not long ago.
This made Xu Yanchang doubtful. Perhaps Shen Qingyi's various situations could not be simply explained by luck!
How many of the things left behind by those powerful people have disappeared with the passage of time, and how many have been integrated into this world with the passage of time?
The Fall of Confucianism...
However, even if there may really be the handiwork of those powerful people, Shen Qingyi is undoubtedly well protected at this moment.
It seems that after this breakthrough in Pankong, I need to make some careful arrangements.
Master Decheng of the Galan Temple frowned as he looked at the blurry water mirror.
"Amitabha."
A monk nearby saw his frown and couldn't help asking.
"Master, what's going on?"
Decheng glanced at the blurry water mirror, then looked towards Tianxu Sect, and finally his gaze fell on Beichen.
"Amitabha!"
Beichen still has quite a bit of respect for this great Buddhist master who is highly respected in the world of immortal cultivation.
"Master Decheng?"
"Donor Beichen, I've seen the face of that female donor... Born in the mortal world, bound to it, with a clear mind and a pure spirit, I'm afraid she's cultivated the path of ruthlessness. Entering that path will inevitably be like ripping out bones and extracting souls... It's so painful and difficult... I'm afraid if she's not careful, she'll fall into deification and have her soul destroyed... Amitabha!"
Decheng shook his head again, with an expression of reluctance on his face.
The golden light between the female donor's eyebrows was real.
That is the power of faith! Why would such a cultivator be infected with the ruthless way?
When Xu Yanchang heard Decheng's words, he immediately frowned.
Decheng's art of evolution is well-known in the entire Pankong world, and his method of observing people is also one of the arts of evolution.
Shen Qingyi practiced the ruthless way and obtained Wuchen, which must have been like adding wings to a tiger.
But what if you fail when you enter the Tao?
Now Shen Qingyi has not yet completely entered the ruthless way...
Shen Qingyi, who did not practice the ruthless way, is also a rare genius, both in cultivation and in the four arts.
Beichen couldn't help but frown when he heard this.
If it were anyone else, he might not believe it, and although he believed Decheng's words, it was not what he was most worried about.
The source of his greatest worry was Shen Qingyi himself.
The stubbornness in the heart of that young monk was related to Confucianism and Taoism, but when he was practicing Confucianism and Taoism, he was recognized by the ruthless Taoism. Beichen was also a little confused.
The ruthless way of Ancestor Wu Chen has always been a headache for these ruthless cultivators.
Why did the ancestor's inheritance have to be passed down when Shen Qingyi already had the Confucian and Taoist inheritance?
Naturally, he also saw Shen Qingyi's performance at Tianxu Peak.
To be fair, even if Shen Qingyi didn't have the ruthless way, she could still go very far as long as she didn't die.
And the emergence of the Ruthless Dao...
Decheng sighed and opened his mouth.
What he actually wanted to say was that if the young donor could join his Buddhist sect, the evil spirit between his eyebrows might be dissipated, and he would not have to face those hardships in the future.
But he also saw the entanglement between Tianxu Sect and him, and the unbreakable bond between Wenxufeng and him.
If he intervenes forcibly, not only will Tianxu Peak be implicated, but he and the Galan Temple will probably also be retaliated against.
“Amitabha! Amitabha! Amitabha!”
Decheng chanted the Buddha's name three times again, closed his eyes, and stopped looking at the water mirror.
Perhaps some things have already gone off the track that cannot be blamed, so who can predict the final outcome?
Just like after those Confucian scholars sacrificed themselves, Confucianism disappeared, but it did not really disappear, right?
People all say that after the Confucian and Taoist sacrifices, they were cursed because of the sacrificial texts. However, the Confucian practitioners at that time did not hesitate to sacrifice themselves to resolve the catastrophe. Is the so-called ruthless Tao really that ruthless?
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The ringing bell on Haotian Peak rang three times.
The bell was also heard in Tianfeng Continent, far away from the vast ocean.
Jiang Yuan's face changed slightly. This was the moment of spiritual communication and he couldn't be distracted.
"Calm down!"
In Yunze Continent, Feng Bei suddenly opened his eyes.
“This…what is this?”
Xianci looked at the red clouds in the sky and counted quickly with his fingers.
Only a few fingers were bleeding, and the future was still shrouded in fog. The fog was growing thicker and thicker, and as it rolled, it raised a cloud of scarlet.
Feng Bei looked at the red color above the sky with an ugly expression.
"Is it finally coming? Nine is the ultimate, one is a variable... Ten is reincarnation... The chaotic world is coming!"
The red blood mist spread out, circling the sky and breaking through the territory. Everyone couldn't help but look up at the sky.
"Why do I feel like it gets dark so early today?"
One monk couldn't help but wipe his forehead.
"Damn it! This awful weather! It's so cold it makes ice shatter off my bones, and so hot it makes my soul melt! It's all because of that Meteorite Monk! Otherwise, I wouldn't even have time to rest! Every day is like a life-or-death escape!"
"No... No! Brother! Look! What's that in the sky?!"
"What the hell... what's all the fuss about? Besides us, it's just the Meteorite Flame..."
The monk who was speaking looked in the direction the person next to him pointed, and his words were stuck before he could finish them.
"That is..."
The overwhelming red swept across the sky and earth, and at this moment the explosion was still spreading towards them.
"Fuck! What the hell!"
He subconsciously felt something was wrong, and as a cultivator, his instinct made him pull out the big knife that was stuck in the ground.
"Brothers! Hurry! Don't rest! Get up quickly!"
Some monks who were still asleep heard the big man's voice, and their long-term vigilance made them open their eyes immediately.
"What happened, Boss?!"
They had just finished fighting with a group of bloodthirsty tribes and finally had some time to rest. When they heard the big man's voice, although they still wanted to rest, out of trust among teammates, they still got up as quickly as possible.
"Let's get out of here! Talk as we go!"
"good!"
With a fierce swing of the Wuchen Sword, countless bloodthirsty people on the opposite side were cut in half.
The red liquid covered the entire area.
And just when Shen Qingyi raised his hand again, the entire Pankongpojing began to shake violently.
"What's going on?!"
Si Qing picked up A Rong and steadied himself. When he saw the blood-red sky not far away, his face suddenly changed.
"Shen Qingyi! Get out of here now!"
Shen Qingyi also noticed something strange in the distance.
The ground shook, and a whirring sound came from afar.
The entire area was plunged into a low pressure atmosphere, so depressing that it was hard to breathe.
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