Chapter 122 I only want my family to be reunited [First update, please subscribe first! ]

The plain voice, suppressing a bit of excitement and complexity, lingered between the collapsed mountain gate.

The air was filled with smoke and dust.

Nie Zhangqing walked slowly, with the butcher knife hanging at his side, floating quietly.

The wind from the mountain blew his white shirt and dark hair.

In the distance, a little Taoist boy, with a terrified look on his face, ran towards the Taoist Temple in panic.

Nie Zhangqing did not attack the little Taoist boy, but just looked up quietly. The sunlight tore through the clouds and poured down from the sky, shining brightly and illuminating the ancient stairs of the Taoist sect.

Nie Zhangqing did not stop, but continued walking until he came to the stone archway with the three characters "Zhi Xin Guan" engraved on it.

Behind the archway is Dao Zong’s martial arts training ground, a large area where many legendary warriors were born.

Nie Changqing once sweated profusely on the big platform.

Nie Zhangqing stepped in step by step.

However, they saw that hundreds of Taoists were already sitting cross-legged on the large square.

Some of them sat cross-legged on the bluestone, some sat under the pines and cypresses, and some watched Nie Zhangqing from the shade.

Some people showed disdain for Nie Zhangqing.

Some people also expressed complicated emotions towards Nie Zhangqing.

Dao Sect disciples would not be unfamiliar with Nie Zhangqing. After all, the incident back then had a huge impact and was one of the few topics of conversation in Dao Sect that could be compared to what happened to Li San Sui.

"He actually dared to come back..."

"Did Senior Brother Han Lianxiao die at his hands... Such a ruthless person should have been killed with a single sword back then."

"After doing such a shameful thing, he still dared to come to Dao Sect with such fanfare. He is really shameless!"

…

The Taoist priests looked at Nie Zhangqing and sneered, their tones either jealous or cold.

Under an old pine tree, there was an old Taoist sitting with his eyes closed. Beside him were several elderly Taoists, some of whom were indifferent, some were cold, and some had angry eyes...

Look directly at Nie Zhangqing.

The large square suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Only the sound of Nie Zhangqing's steady footsteps lingered.

"Everyone, long time no see."

Nie Zhangqing spoke slowly, his white shirt fluttering.

No one answered him.

The old Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged under the pine tree opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Nie Zhangqing.

Suddenly he laughed.

He took out a torn letter from his thick sleeves and threw it out. A burst of energy wrapped around it, causing the soft letter to fly towards Nie Zhangqing.

Nie Zhangqing raised his hand and took the letter with ease.

Looking at the letter to his wife that was torn into pieces, Nie Zhangqing's unshaven lips trembled for a while, and finally turned into a sigh.

Sure enough, the young master is right.

If you want to reason with them, you have to subdue them first.

According to the young master's temper.

Once he is convinced by the beating, it will be easy to talk to him about reason.

…

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan suddenly felt his nose itchy, as if someone was whispering about him.

Rubbing his nose, Lu Fan picked up the bronze wine cup and took a sip of the wine. The sour taste of the wine rushed into his mouth and swirled around in his mouth.

"Xiao Ni, call Ning Zhao up."

Lu Fan said.

“Yes.”

Ni Yu had a pill in his mouth. He responded vaguely and then ran down the pavilion like a gust of wind.

Lu Fan's eyes fell on the spiritual pressure chessboard, wanting to take a look at the situation in the secret realm.

Above the horizon of Beiluo Lake, the sun jumped out of the thick clouds, casting thousands of rays of light, like a golden curtain being drawn open.

Seems like he thought of something.

Lu Fan's mind moved, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

It crossed a long distance and landed on a towering and steep mountain.

There is a temple on the mountain, and there is a Taoist priest in front of the temple.

"Old Nie... has gone to Dao Sect."

Lu Fan smiled and took a sip of wine.

Soon, Ning Zhao, in a white dress, came in front of Lu Fan and bowed slightly.

"Young Master..."

Lu Fan watched the situation on Dao Zong, and said to Ning Zhao, "Let's go to Longmen Secret Realm and try to break through to Ti Zang. If we fail to break through Ti Zang this time, we may fall behind completely..."

Lu Fan said.

Ning Zhao was startled for a moment, then her eyes became sharp and solemn. She bit her plump red lips and said firmly, "I will definitely live up to your expectations."

"Go ahead."

Lu Fan waved his hand.

Ning Zhao turned around and walked down the Baiyujing Pavilion.

In the distance, Lu Mudui and Lu Dongxuan, who were making tea, couldn't help but look over.

Ning Zhao took a step forward and actually stepped onto Beiluo Lake. There was a whirlpool in the lake and a dragon gate was suspended.

Lu Mu was actually very curious about what was going on and he really wanted to investigate.

However, Lu Fan did not speak, so he did not dare to enter without permission.

Jing Yue looked at Ning Zhao's body gradually disappearing into the Dragon Gate and took a deep breath.

Suddenly.

Lu Fan's soft voice floated into his ears.

"Why don't you go to Longmen and try your luck..."

When Jing Yue heard this, his face suddenly brightened with joy.

Longmen is a secret realm arranged by immortals. There is immortal affinity in the secret realm. If he can obtain a huge immortal affinity, Jing Yue's strength will definitely increase, and he will be able to run faster when escaping! "Thank you, sir!"

Jing Yue's face was full of joy.

Then, he turned around and headed towards Longmen.

However, after thinking about it, he ran towards Ni Yu again and begged for the Qi Gathering Pill with a flattering face.

Ni Yu was generous and gave him two pills.

On the pavilion.

Lu Fan no longer watched these things. He drank wine while watching what happened in Dao Sect.

Nie Zhangqing had a knot in his heart, and this knot had been suppressed for five years.

For Lu Fan, it doesn’t matter what the knot in his heart is. What matters is that if this knot is not removed, it will be difficult for Nie Zhangqing to break through to a higher level.

Therefore, Lu Fan asked Nie Zhangqing to go to Dao Sect to resolve his worries.

“Dao Zong…”

Lu Fan raised the corner of his mouth, leaned against the vermilion carved wooden railing, and smiled gently.

…

"Who tore up this letter?"

Nie Zhangqing's calm voice lingered over the entire square.

"So what if it was torn by the old Taoist?"

The old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged under the pine tree said.

The butcher knife was suspended in front of Nie Zhangqing. He grabbed the handle of the knife and pointed the blade at the Taoist priest...

Nie Zhangqing's eyes gradually turned cold: "No matter what, if you tear up my letter, I will cut off your hand that tears up the letter."

"presumptuous!"

The old Taoist was furious.

A palm slapped the pine tree, causing the pine needles to fall and flutter.

The Taoist priests around him were also furious and shouted, "How outrageous!"

Nie Zhangqing smiled but didn't say much. He just started walking slowly towards the old Taoist priest, with the butcher knife hanging down.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

On the large square, green shirts fluttered.

Six figures floated down and stood in front of Nie Zhangqing.

"Old Ten, retreat, retreat, nothing has happened to me and you."

A Taoist priest in green robes spoke with mixed emotions.

"Old Ten, for the sake of the fact that we learned martial arts together back then... please withdraw."

"Things are different now. Although you have a chance to become an immortal, the chance now favors Dao Sect... You can't compete with them."

Several Taoists also spoke.

"Leave? I wonder who dares to let him go... All disciples, please go into seclusion! All disciples of Dao Sect must listen to my arrangements today!"

The old Taoist said coldly.

"Leave him!"

"Dao Sect disciples... set up the formation!"

The old Taoist waved his hand.

“Yes!”

On the large flat ground, many Taoists in green robes walked forward and sat down in different directions.

Every Taoist priest in green robes put their hands together and burst out their energy and blood.

These qi and blood, drawn in different directions, seemed to form a strange force, covering the entire square and emitting a depressing atmosphere.

Hmm? On the lake island, Lu Fan on the pavilion suddenly raised his eyebrows.

The actions of Dao Zong's many disciples made him curious.

"Is this... a formation?"

This was the first time Lu Fan had seen a formation. As expected of a Taoist sect that had been passed down for thousands of years, it did have some background.

Moreover, the formation...

It did give Lu Fan some inspiration.

Above Dao Zong.

Nie Zhangqing's hair fluttered in the wind.

Looking at the six people blocking his way.

He used to be the tenth in Dao Sect, and these six people were the third, fourth... to eighth in Dao Sect.

Han Lianxiao, the ninth Daoist leader, died peacefully in Beiluo City.

"Everyone, I, Nie Zhangqing... just want to reunite with my family. Why are you trying to stop me like this?"

"Five years..."

"I should go take my wife home."

Nie Zhangqing said.

The six people blocking his way could only sigh.

"Don't talk nonsense! Go! Capture this evil disciple!"

Under the towering pines, the old Taoist shouted loudly.

The oppressive force of the formation formed by the blood and energy of many Taoists in the Taoist sect suddenly fell on Nie Zhangqing.

Boom! Faintly, the gravel jumped.

The six people who stopped Nie Zhangqing all raised their weapons. Some had knives, some had guns, and some had bows...

Nie Zhangqing felt the pressure on his body.

Smiled.

Dao Zong is still Dao Zong, but he... is no longer the same person he was five years ago.

Nie Zhangqing grabbed the butcher knife.

Take a step forward slowly.

"Immortal fate..."

"I am a disciple of Baiyujing, which is the greatest fate for me."

Nie Zhangqing's voice lingered and echoed throughout Daping.

It was like thunder falling and suddenly exploding.

Nie Zhangqing's white shirt fluttered in the wind, his hair flew in the air, and his eyes were as sharp as torches.

In just a moment, Nie Zhangqing, who was originally like a graceful scholar,

He became a peerless villain who walked out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Wisps of light blue spiritual energy swirled around his body.

Spiritual pressure... released! Boom! The pressure from the Dao Sect's formation was completely borne by Nie Zhangqing without changing his expression.

The wind was blowing hard on the big square.

Nie Zhangqing walked step by step until he came in front of the six outstanding disciples of Dao Sect.

Invisible spiritual pressure was released around him.

The six Dao Sect disciples were trembling under his spiritual pressure.

finally……

Dao Sect No. 8 couldn't bear it anymore. Because he had the weakest cultivation, he knelt the fastest...

The sound of knees hitting the blue bricks of the square was like the evening drum and the morning bell.

A Taoist priest in green clothes carrying a longbow took off the bow with difficulty, put on a sharp arrow, and aimed at Nie Zhangqing with trembling hands.

The third Daoist master is Miao Renyu, a poetic name.

Whoosh! The arrow shot out.

Rotating at high speed, with terrifying penetrating power.

However, Nie Zhangqing did not dodge or evade, but continued to move forward.

When the arrow came within an inch of Nie Zhangqing, it stopped and could not move forward at all, as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Nie Zhangqing slowly raised his hand and flicked his finger at the arrow.

The arrow went askew.

He turned the arrow and aimed at the old Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged under the pine trees on Qingshi Mountain.

The arrow regained its speed and shot out, just barely missing Miao Renyu's cheek, leaving a trace of blood on his cheek.

The arrow flicked its tail feathers.

It was like thunder tearing through the darkness, with a whistle, heading straight for the old Taoist's face! (End of this chapter)