"The method of the Holy Fetus is to use the earth veins as tendons and bones, and the primordial spirit as flesh and blood. Under all kinds of torture, the blooming spirits of the common people are enlightened and used as breathing. This is the achievement, which can be used to put on armor and become a saint. If it is done with the method of the top True Lord, it can be half a step closer, or it can make those who can be great saints become great products."

"The Heavenly Palace was destroyed by the hands of the evil god, and the Taiyi God perished. I am the left attendant of Taiyi God."

"I am so sad that I have only one life left. I have collected the orthodox secret teachings of the Heavenly Court and simplified them for three thousand years to create this method."

"Knowing that the Great God Taiyi was killed in the siege, I deeply hate the elite tribes of my clan."

"However, it is difficult to achieve a great quality, only one in ten thousand can do it, so I kept this method, hoping to make it the foundation for all spirits; but as my injuries became more and more serious, while I was traveling around the world, I finally felt that this method involved too much killing, and I wanted to destroy it, but I couldn't give up the three thousand years of hard work. Also, if another catastrophe is about to begin, this method may not be the last choice. Relying on killing to achieve a great quality, and using killing to stop the catastrophe, although it is of the lower quality, it is also feasible."

"So this is a taboo. Those who come after you can observe it and use it as a warning to yourself, but you should not practice it recklessly, so as not to commit endless sins of killing. Remember this very well."

On the old yellowed scrolls, the ancient words are still clear.

The writing is sharp, and it records the experience and methods of the person who created this method.

He grew up in the vast and majestic heaven that embraced all living things since he was young; later he climbed the ladder to heaven step by step and finally reached the realm of True Lord. After that, he practiced breathing exercises hard to achieve the way of great quality, but was severely injured in the fight between the Three Pure Ones and the Four Imperial Gods. In the devastation, he fought desperately to break through and become the emperor. He was willing to fight for this battle, but in the end, the situation was over and he was powerless to save the situation.

Eventually he was severely injured, and in order to seek revenge he created a method to nurture a holy fetus.

However, as he walked along, he couldn't bear to see the lives of ordinary people, and wanted to destroy this method, but he was reluctant to give up his three thousand years of hard work, so he sealed it as a taboo. However, it was eventually found out by the Demon King Taixiao, and almost became a chess piece that led to the catastrophe.

After the young Taoist finished reading the preface, he raised his head.

"Are all the methods of nurturing a holy fetus here?"

Huang Yao, who looked bright and generous, pressed his finger lightly between his brows and said lazily, "According to your request, all the holy fetus methods in the Ten Thousand Spirits are here, unless someone has methods that surpass the formations left by my ancestor Fuxi. However, if someone has such methods, then he will not look down on this holy fetus method."

"It can increase the chance of breaking through to the Great Level by about 30 to 40 percent."

"No wonder Qing Jingwei is so eager to get here."

Huang Yao made a casual comment, and Qi Wuhuo looked at the books in front of him, some of which were ordinary ancient books, some were jade scrolls, and some were on ancient stone tablets, still carrying ancient traces after being hidden under the earth for a long time. The young Taoist stood up, looked at the scrolls of ancient text, and then raised his right hand slightly with his five fingers spread out.

The fire pattern on the back of the hand lights up.

Qi Wuhuo would not follow the path of Fire Star, but within the upper limit of his own cultivation, he could also control the power of Fire Star. The golden flame rose directly up, covering all the secret scrolls and classics. At this moment, the fire of Fire Star had a sense of grandeur. Qi Wuhuo's cultivation level limited his output, but he had also reached the level of immortals.

Comparable to the Samadhi Fire of Taoism.

Then the jade scroll collapsed, and the stone tablet turned into a glass-like texture. Finally, even the glass-like material crumbled and shattered, and the words on it collapsed together. The yellowed scroll in the young Taoist's hand was the original text that Huang Yao found in the original Demon King's Palace.

He looked at the ancient book and the sharp words written on it.

It is the regret left over from the change of dynasties in the ancient heaven.

It was the second catastrophe, with families broken up, teachers, relatives, friends, and even Taiyi, who was regarded as the highest faith, perished. It was the beginning of the catastrophe in this era and the cause of the death of countless people in Jinzhou. Finally, Qi Wuhuo opened his hands and let the book fall into the fire of Huoyao, which was more blazing than the Samadhi Fire and even faintly surpassed it.

boom!!!

The flames grew stronger and instantly devoured this supreme magical power that was at the level of Taoist scriptures.

The flames are burning fiercely.

The hatred of those who had lost their families countless years ago.

In the end, it was brought to an end by another person who had gone through the same thing.

And those regrets, pains and sorrows, just like these mysterious words deduced in the past three thousand years, turned into ashes under the licking of the flames, and finally all dissipated, without even leaving any smoke or dust. The young Taoist stood up, turned around, and his Taoist robe fluttered in a breeze, leaving all these things behind. His eyes were calm, and he said:

"So, these books are so important that I need all the great saints to send them to me?"

In front of Qi Wuhuo were the great saints of the demon race.

The Qilin was silent, the Phoenix Emperor still looked graceful and elegant, and the woman from the Wu clan was holding an antique zither in her arms, with a very elegant temperament. Except for Dijiang and Longsheng, several other great saints were all here. Huang Yao was at the back, and the other three great saints were in the front, and there were actually several great demon kings at the True Lord level around them.

In the palace where Qi Wuhuo lived, the atmosphere was a little depressing and quiet for a while.

The young Taoist said, "So, do you have anything to say to me?"

Qilin and Fenghuang looked at each other and finally said, "Indeed."

"We have an unreasonable request."

"What do you think of the scenery in this world?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the scenery has its own beauty, which is different from the mountains and rivers in the human world."

Feng Huang asked: "Have the people of the Ten Thousand Spirits been treating the True Man well these days?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "Most of them still have fear in their hearts, but some of them are no longer frightened by those experiences and legends. I think this is good."

The witch saint said gently:

"Well, we would like you to stay here for a while longer. What do you think?"

While saying these words, several great saints moved forward slightly. They did not use their own magical powers or methods, but as the strongest people in the six realms, several great emperors were here, silently standing beside Qi Wuhuo as if surrounding him, but they had already brought a terrifying oppression that was frightening and terrifying.

It was said as an invitation, but such an attitude was almost like coercion, or in other words, no one could say no in front of so many great saints. Qilin and the Witch Saint looked at each other, their attitudes were actually very simple. Although the little pampas grass had become the master of all creatures, its foundation was too weak after all. Once Qi Wuhuo left, there might be the possibility of unrest again.

They don't like fighting, and in order to maintain a stable situation, they don't mind forcing Qi Wuhuo to stay.

Feng Huang still remembered that Qi Wuhuo took advantage of the situation at that time to force her to take action against Taixiao.

In his heart, he had the intention of teaching this human race a lesson.

Qi Wuhuo looked at Huang Yao, with whom he had no idea of ​​what was going on, and said, "Miss Huang Yao, do you want me to stay too?"

Huang Yao looked at him deeply and said, "Little Pengcao..."

"I hope you can stay. At least, I hope you can stay with Little Pengcao for a few more years."

"It is only a matter of time before your foundation becomes that of an immortal. Life span will not be an obstacle for you. Ten or twenty years is enough for the little weed to grow a lot."

The young Taoist said: "I also have my own path to follow."

"There are things I need to do."

Huang Yao said helplessly: "I knew it."

"If you want to leave, I won't stop you..."

Qilin said calmly: "Your Excellency wants to leave, but it is not that easy."

The Kirin Great Sage clenched his right hand slightly, and blue-purple lightning flowed on his five fingers, emitting an extremely powerful pressure. The Kirin Thunder, a great sage, just mentioning his attainments in thunder magic, is enough to be called the strongest among all spirits, comparable to the Lord of Thunder, and he also has an extraordinary innate foundation and a strong body.

The Phoenix Emperor's folding fan flapped slightly, and a flame rose up. The Phoenix Emperor's fire was not fire, but the gathering of the Qi of all spirits and birds. The magic weapon in his palm was tempered from the tail feathers of all fire-attributed beasts and birds. His control over fire was extreme, not inferior to the Emperor of Fire.

The Wu Sheng lowered his eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry."

There are already ripples of eerie piano sounds in the void, and there are many means to disturb the mind.

The three great saints occupied the positions of the three talents. Their plain arrival had already brought with them an incomparable and majestic oppression. The void stagnated, time seemed to slow down, the sky changed color, the earth veins were blocked, and even the power of the mind could not come or go. Di Ting only had time to curse before his connection with Qi Wuhuo's soul was cut off.

Immediately, the Yuan Qi of this world was completely expelled.

Under the blockade of thunder, the world turned into a world without any Yuan Qi.

In other words, all the Yuan Qi was absorbed, which meant that Qi Wuhuo could not control even a trace of it, and the flames blocked the water and vitality. The flowing sound of the piano distorted the ripples of many great ways. With just a raise of his hand, he had cut off all the means displayed by Qi Wuhuo.

This was not even intentional, but once Qi Wuhuo's characteristics were known, he could be blocked naturally.

The mighty means of the Great Emperor and the Great Sage were fully displayed in this simple moment.

Qi Wuhuo was able to accomplish great things before.

That's because he came with the mighty force, upright and honest, and was pushed by the mighty force, so he was invincible. But now everything is peaceful, and there is no earth god to form an array, so he naturally has no mighty force. Qilin said indifferently: "Thank you, Taoist priest, to stay here..." He stretched out his hand to press on the shoulder of the young Taoist priest, forcing him to stay, and then the movement paused slightly.

The expressions of Feng Huang and Wu Sheng both changed.

Because the young Taoist priest, who had lost all his means, was just a real person.

He stretched out his hand and took out a jade token from his sleeve.

The jade token was delicate, with simple patterns on it, as if it was just a piece of material with better texture that could be sold for a little money in a roadside jade shop. However, it seemed to have an unspeakable magic that made even the Great Sage freeze in his movements. The young Taoist wore the jade token around his waist and let it hang down. There were four words on the front.

Qilin raised his palm, but could no longer put it down.

The traces of thunder and flames disappeared, as if they had never existed in the beginning. The sound of the piano also quieted down. Three pairs of eyes fell on the young Taoist priest with outstanding temperament. For a moment, there were extremely complicated emotions surging in their hearts. They were astonished that it was like this, they were complicated and expected it to be like this, and they were sighing -

That's right!

The young Taoist priest wore a clean robe. He bent his middle and ring fingers on his right hand inwards, and used his thumb to press the tips of his middle and ring fingers. He performed a Taoist gesture and bowed slightly. His tone was calm and peaceful, but it sounded like thunder:

"I am a poor Taoist in this small mountain, and I have no doubts."

"Daoist name is Xuanwei."

"Tai Shang, Xuan Wei."

Then the thunder and fire all dispersed, carrying with them glances and sighs with some complicated meanings. The wind was still blowing gently, and the young man's black hair was slightly fluttering at the temples. The wind was light and the clouds were light.

And beside the young man, there was only deathly silence.

…

There is no need to say anything more.

The four words "Taishang Xuanwei" have proved everything, and the young Taoist's behavior and experience have also shown that he is worthy of the title of Taishang.

Everything was like a silent scroll being unfolded, but it ended in a sad and cold ending. The many great saints who had made such a loud and noisy momentum retreated together, and the young Taoist walked out calmly. The wind was clear and the clouds were bright in front of him, and his sleeves were clean. Under the white jade steps, the young Taoist saw the Dragon Saint. Before he came to destroy these classics, he had already said goodbye to the little Pengcao.

The Dragon Saint also agreed to go to the East China Sea Dragon Clan. Di Ting’s ability was really high.

Coupled with the wrath of Hou Tu and the oppressive might of Cang Long, Long Sheng finally agreed to this matter. Now he was going to return to the East China Sea ancestral vein with Qi Wu Huo to meet Cang Long Great Sage. Long Sheng chanted, controlled the flowing wind and clouds, and took Qi Wu Huo up. Qi Wu Huo raised his eyes and saw the clouds in front of him like wind, and his fingers stroked the jade plate on his waist -

After seeing his teacher in his dream say that he would teach him the Dharma, Qi Wuhuo knew that he was worthy of the title and could be called that.

And when I saw the badge, I realized that there was Tai Shang before Xuan Wei, and I knew it even more clearly.

After all, he has obtained the title of Supreme and can use the title of Supreme.

But now he found that even though he had obtained the title of Tai Shang, it did not seem to bring much change to himself.

Because even without the blessing of the word "Tai Shang", he is still Qi Wuhuo, and has accomplished many incredible things.

The young man remained silent for a long time, and suddenly seemed to sense something. He turned slightly, and through the flowing wind and clouds, he saw a magnificent pavilion in the land of all spirits of the demon clan. The pavilion seemed like white jade, with upturned eaves, and under the eaves there were bells, dancing excitedly in the wind. At the highest point, there was a young girl emperor wearing black clothes with gold patterns standing there, quietly watching Qi Wuhuo leave.

The young Taoist smiled and waved goodbye.

It was like the first time we met.

The Dragon Saint who was controlling the wind and clouds beside him knew very well why Qi Wuhuo wanted to take him away from the demon world -

The Demon King, Taixiao.

Taixiao has a violent temper. After suffering such a great loss, he will definitely seek revenge. If the young Taoist leaves the demon clan, he will definitely be killed. Long Sheng himself does not want to face such a difficult opponent like Taixiao, but he needs this young man to maneuver between Hou Tu Niangniang and Canglong Patriarch to protect the dragon clan.

Therefore, no matter how unwilling you are in your heart, you have to accept it.

The Dragon Saint said succinctly: "We need to move faster."

Qi Wuhuo sat on the cloud and asked, "How many moves can Long Sheng block Tai Xiao?"

Long Sheng looked solemn and said, "If we fight one on one, I will lose. But he is a cautious person and will not fight to the death with me, so I will most likely survive. But you are different. I am afraid that his killing intent towards you has reached its limit. If he really wants to kill you, I can't stop him. Even if Huang Yao and Qilin are added, I am afraid that I can't stop him."

"It took all six of us to force him back before."

"Even if he is a brave man and wants to kill you on that day even if he is seriously injured, we can't stop him."

The ultimate of the great class, the king of the demon race, an unrivaled hero who has dominated the world for eight thousand years.

Qi Wuhuo played the zither, his heart sank, and he sensed murderous intent.

And in a very distant place——

"Finally left?"

"Qi Wuhuo——"

Taixiao's huge spiritual consciousness is only second to the Four Imperial Gods. When the young Taoist left the demon world, he immediately knew about it. His eyes were calm and he said, "He also brought the dragon clan's long worm with him... He had some plans. What a pity, what a pity, Qi Wuhuo, if there are less than three great saints, or the Heavenly Emperor, they can't protect you."

He is the most powerful one, the ultimate among the great ones.

If not, it would be impossible to subdue the demon saints including Dijiang and Longsheng.

Previously, the six great saints of the demon clan surrounded him, but after cutting off one of his arms, they all retreated together. This was because the saints knew that even if they could keep Taixiao, they would have to pay a huge and terrifying price, and that there would definitely be about three great saints who would be killed by Taixiao, and that could be any one of them.

Therefore, they all retreated.

After seven days of building up strength, his energy and spirit have now reached their most perfect state.

Taixiao slowly stood up, slightly opened his five fingers, and slowly pulled out an extremely strange and luxurious sword. There seemed to be a raging flame burning in it, and its status was vaguely higher than the Blood River Sword. After accumulating strength for a long time, he planned to condense his spirit in one move, and then kill Qi Wuhuo within three moves.

He can indeed do this.

In just the instant he grasped the hilt of the knife, the Dragon Saint, who was still 20,000 miles away from here, already felt the terrifying murderous intent. His pupils shrank instantly, and he almost instinctively turned into the body of a real dragon, with the sound of a dragon roaring into the sky. Qi Wuhuo paused in playing the zither, and the sound of the zither "Destroy Buddha and Kill Emperor" was loud and clear. The power of fire in his right hand rose, shining like gold.

The thirty-two ghosts and gods in the underworld in the sound of the piano burst out their power together, preparing to burst out again.

With this combined strength, they resisted Taixiao's moves, and then took advantage of the momentum to escape into the East China Sea.

There are dragons in the East China Sea, including Canglong. Taixiao once betrayed the previous Dragon Emperor. Qi Wuhuo was considered safe after arriving at the eye of the sea where Canglong was suppressing him. All he had to do after that was to wait.

But the journey is still adventurous.

But Taixiao is still in an injured state. If he waits for a while to let Taixiao recover, Qi Wuhuo will really be trapped in the demon world. Even flying and hiding in the ground cannot stop the angry Four Imperial Gods, the strongest person at the extreme level.

Even if the six great saints cannot gather together, it is not impossible for Taixiao to rush into the demon world with a sword and kill Qi Wuhuo.

Therefore, we have to take risky measures.

The scales of the Dragon Saint exploded faintly, and Qi Wuhuo's palm pressed down on the strings tightly. The lines on his wrist were carrying the power of Fire Yao that exceeded the limit, causing Qi Wuhuo's body to tremble slightly, but everything was normal, nothing happened.

That earth-shattering killing move was still nowhere to be found!

Taixiao paused in his movement of drawing his sword and slashing across a distance of 19,000 miles.

He gripped the weapon and felt a tremor rising uncontrollably in his heart.

He looked down and saw that the ground was shaking slightly.

It's not because of the vibration of Qi, but because the earth's veins themselves are moving.

Murderous intent, a heavy and calm murderous intent locked onto him, forcing Taixiao, the top powerhouse in the six realms, to force him back only by leveraging the momentum and joining forces with the six great saints. Even this retreat was forced only by his life-thirsty character. The Demon King's body was stiff, with a little cold sweat seeping out of his temples.

Finally, he slowly turned sideways and saw a woman emerging from the void in front of him. Her face was fair and soft, her black hair was like a waterfall, and she was wearing dark gold and black clothes. There were ancient patterns on her sleeves, but they were pure gold and unpolished jade, with hidden patterns. The woman was gentle and beautiful, and her eyes were calm as she looked at him.

Taixiao's weapon was trembling, and every inch of his spirituality was frantically sending out warnings.

Even worse than the last confrontation with Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole!

Taixiao read out the identity of this woman:

"Hou Tu, the Emperor of the Earth..."