Qi Wuhuo was in a daze, and saw the old man smiling and comforting him. Then he found that the old man's Taoist robe was stained with blood, his body was in a mess, and his face was pale. His arm actually pierced through the old man's chest. His face suddenly changed and turned pale. He said, "Teacher, teacher!"

The old man in front of me.

For Qi Wuhuo, this is an important elder who can be compared to his parents.

He had watched and supported his growth, helped him improve, led him into the Dao, and let him practice. But now he was severely injured because of himself. He couldn't help but be shaken, and his voice faintly lost its original calmness. The old man comforted the young Taoist and said gently:

"No problem, no problem."

“Cough cough cough, Taiyi, you are indeed worthy of being the supreme god. The power of [One] is so strong that even with your body, Wuhuo, you can break my Qi. Cough cough cough cough…” The old man coughed up blood again and stretched out his hand to touch Qi Wuhuo's body, forcing the young Taoist to step back. The palm of his hand passed through the old man's body, leaving spots of scarlet blood.

Qi Wuhuo's eyes were slightly red.

"Ahem, it's okay, it's okay."

The old man's face was pale and bloodless, and he looked at Qi Wuhuo lovingly.

His eyes swept across the jade slip of trial on the Taoist boy's waist without any waves. This "trial" was given directly to Qi Wuhuo after they met and passed on the Dharma. The Qi was still there and was still deep and thick.

I saw the words still on Qi Wuhuo’s palm again.

He felt relieved, but he looked weaker. He covered the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hands. He said gently with kindness in his eyes:

"This move is a bit painful, but it doesn't matter."

"Teacher, I, cough cough cough, I have the cultivation level of five kalpas. My Qi is rich, and I have elixirs with me. Although I was injured, I was not seriously hurt..." At this time, Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to have finally come to his senses and hurried forward.

He came here at the right time today, and brought the elixir with him at the right time.

Just the right thing is something that can be used to heal.

After the old man took the elixir, his pale complexion slightly recovered, and his seriously injured posture also eased a little. However, at this time, it can still be seen that the old man's aura is unstable, and he is still extremely weak. The old man looked at the young Taoist who looked extremely guilty, and smiled: "Don't worry, Wuhuo, um, cough cough."

"Teacher, it's okay."

"By the way, have you figured out the solution to the jade slip that the teacher gave you earlier?"

The young Taoist was still worried about his teacher's injury, feeling both guilty and worried. He shook his head and said, "Disciple doesn't have time these days..." The old man nodded, and said weakly but gently, "It's okay, Wuhuo can take his time to read it. [Take it with you]. The teacher has been here for a long time and will wait for you slowly."

Shangqing Daojun stared at Qi Wuhuo for a long time, waved his hand impatiently, and said:

"Okay, okay, don't say any more here."

"Qi Wuhuo, don't take it to heart. This is something that happened between us back then. You are just caught up in the aftermath."

"Rather, you are the victim."

"That guy Taiyi, hey..., was badly tricked by Fuxi, but he has learned a lot from his memory!"

Shangqing Daojun sneered, then supported the old man with one hand and said to Qi Wuhuo: "You were almost wiped out. Although you were pulled back by this old man and did not suffer a shock to your foundation, you were still seriously injured. Take a pill, go back, and have a good rest."

"This old Taoist has been badly injured. I have to retreat here and heal him myself!"

The young Taoist was worried, but he knew he should not disturb his teacher.

In silence, he just bowed and retreated step by step.

One last salute, and leave sadly.

The Jade Emperor seemed to have never experienced anything like this before. He just stood there in a daze until Shangqing Daojun looked at him and said, "You leave too."

Only then did he realize what was going on, smiled embarrassedly, left the pill, and quickly left.

Seeing the young Taoist's back from afar, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a sense of loss that he had never felt before. He quickly stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Brother Qi, don't be sad. This is not your fault after all. If you want to blame someone, you have to blame the guy who possessed you. Is it Taiyi?"

"Taiqing, ahem, I mean, although the old man was injured, he was able to repel the sword of the man in black and use his incomparable Qi to revive you. This kind of cultivation is rare in the world. Although the move of the possessed person is extremely domineering, with the old man's cultivation, it shouldn't be a big deal."

The young Taoist nodded silently.

He looked at his palm, which had pierced the teacher, but——

How is that possible? !

I actually attacked the teacher...

Even in this extreme self-blame and discomfort, I also noticed a hint of unreasonableness.

Even if it is a ghost, but if it possesses me, can it hurt the teacher?

Clearly, the teacher was able to block it before?

Is the existence called "Power" so powerful?

…

The black-robed Daoist Lord held up his sword and looked at Qi Wuhuo who was leaving in the distance. After a long moment, he said:

“I see. He has indeed returned.”

"Yes, judging by the level of that move, he just came back."

The old man replied gently.

Da Daojun looked at him sideways and saw that the old man had neat hair and beard. He was sitting in the original place and drinking tea quietly with a whisk in his arms. The pot of tea had just been brewed. The fragrance of tea was overflowing, making people feel salivating. In front of him, there was an old man standing, his Taoist robe stained with blood, and his energy was weak.

Shangqing Da Dao Jun said impatiently: "Still pretending?"

The Supreme stroked his beard and smiled, swept his whisk, pointed at his injured and messy self, and said, "Change."

The wounded old man disappeared into smoke in an instant and turned into clouds. Then the old man swept his sleeves, and the wide Taoist robe bulged, with a purple-gold gourd inside. When it was turned around, everything turned into blood clots. At this moment, it was spinning, and the wisp of cloud was attracted into the purple-gold gourd.

The black-robed Daoist Lord walked over, sat on one side, picked up the teacup and drank it down, saying:

"How? Is it him or not?"

The old man was calm and at ease, his Taoist robe was still clean, his white hair and youthful face were ruddy, he stroked his beard and said calmly:

"It is indeed him. He is the only one who can defeat the strong with the weak and break my Qi."

"I just got a little more timid."

The old man paused for a moment while stroking his beard, frowned and said:

"I, the Taoist priest, have been stabbed through the heart. He is coughing up blood, but he refuses to come out of Wuhuo's body..."

"This is a bit troublesome."

"When did you become so timid?"

Shangqing Daojun stared at the old man and cursed helplessly with a smile: "You scared me."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"As for his character, in my opinion, it is probably because of the incident with Fuxi that he has become more cautious."

Immediately, he pressed the sword, and the black-clothed Daojun smiled, holding the hilt with five fingers, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, his body was full of energy, and his fighting spirit was constantly rising, and he said crisply:

"What are his methods now?"

The old man with white hair and beard stroked his beard, thinking about the move that pierced his incarnation's heart, and said calmly:

"But I've only been here a few days."

"Naturally, it is the same as it was five eons ago. It is standing still and has made no progress."

“It’s a bit of a pity.”

Shangqing Daojun raised his eyebrows, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he said:

"Oh? In that case, let's kill him again!"

The old man shook his head and refused: "But it will hurt Wuhuo."

Then he frowned slightly. When they met for the first time, he gave Qi Wuhuo a jade slip to protect his spiritual light with the help of the characteristic that no one could know or measure, which was that the one Qi turned into the Three Pure Ones to pass on the Dharma. But just now he discovered that the young Taoist's soul was fine, and it was not due to the spiritual light of this jade slip.

It seemed like someone else had taken action.

Who could it be?

Shangqing Da Daojun interrupted his thoughts impatiently and said:

"This won't work, and that won't work either. What should we do? That thing left in his soul will ultimately be a disaster."

The old man thought for a moment and said gently:

"I have my own way."

"He 'seriously injured' me, so he must have believed us now. We have made no progress in these five kalpas."

"There will be action soon."

…

The young Taoist stroked the jade slip in his palm.

The teacher gave him this jade slip seven days ago, and then knocked on his forehead three times, but at this moment he only deciphered the first word which was [war]. Now the jade slip emitted a hazy jade light. Qi Wuhuo tried in vain and had to hold it in his palm. The hazy jade light still existed, as if as long as Qi Wuhuo did not break the seal, it would not dissipate.

In the world of spirit and soul.

The hollow place.

The extremely powerful ancient god slowly opened his eyes, and there was a hint of joy in his pure golden eyes:

"So that's how it is, Taishang, Shangqing, in these four or five long calamities, is this the only progress you've made?"

"Haotian has fallen, Houtu and Gouchen have broken up, you will never be my opponent."

"but……"

The golden Taiyi slowly raised his palm. He had just replaced Qi Wuhuo's existence and pierced Tai Shang's heart with just one palm. That feeling, the feeling of piercing flesh and blood, the pleasure of tearing the Qi of all things, the joy of revenge, were not illusory. He could clearly feel that he had indeed pierced his heart.

This time the attempt was successful.

In a confrontation at their level, they would never rush in and act directly.

It is necessary to understand their methods and roots before attacking.

But, how is that possible?

Taiyi frowned slightly:

"Even if he didn't resist, I am only controlling the body of a young human immortal."

"Even if I have the power, how could I break his Qi and tear out his heart with one move?"

"Is it true?"

"They have made absolutely no progress in these five calamities."

"Or..."

"Tai Shang, are you acting?"

"He knew I was here, and knew I would definitely test him, so he did it on purpose?"

This thought instantly occupied Taiyi's mind, but was immediately beaten back by the pleasurable feeling of tearing the other person's heart apart in his palm. If he were to act, wouldn't the price be too high?

…

At the same time——

Shangqing Daojun couldn't help but feel unhappy when he saw Taishang's attitude that everything was settled. He didn't like these roundabout things the most. He just tapped his sword, frowned and scolded: "What are you talking about?"

"Just waiting like this?"

The old man smiled and said, "It's about doing and not doing."

"Speak human language."

Seeing his fellow Taoist's irritable look, the old man laughed out loud and comforted him:

"According to what you said, the fate has already been established. Why should you and I force it?"

Then he raised his hand and pointed to the courtyard in the distance, saying, "Look, isn't that it?"

Shangqing Daojun looked up and saw that Jade Emperor Zhang Xiaoyu, who had been planning to get closer to Qi Wuhuo little by little, was approaching. After thinking for a while, he knocked on the door. When the door opened, he went in and saw the appearance of the young Taoist priest. He hesitated and said, "Brother Qi..."

"Brother Zhang."

In the past, the young Taoist was always calm.

But today's events seemed to be helped by God, and he also encountered a huge dilemma!

Zhang Xiaoyu realized that this was a god-given way to bring people closer together. He hesitated and said:

"Brother Qi, are you dealing with Taiyi, the supreme god of ancient times?"

"I may have a way to control him."