The sound of swords rang out clearly, and endless sharp sword energy rose from the small wooden house into the sky, as if it could tear the sky apart directly. It took a long time before it stopped. The spirits of the instruments, the little medicine spirits, and the old green ox, who were squatting in front of the wooden house, holding all kinds of winter and New Year goods brought back by the old green ox, and began to cook in the hot pot, turned their heads and looked at the ordinary yard.

Finished?!

The old blue ox looked at the young man in green clothes over there.

The green-shirted spirit picked up a piece of food with chopsticks calmly and nodded.

It looks like the fight is over.

Squeak——

The wooden door wobbled open, and then the black-clothed Daoist Lord, who was in great spirit and energy, came out, stretched his body, and walked out calmly, his face full of satisfaction after a battle. Then came the Tai Shang, the judge, who stroked his beard helplessly, and the Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, who had a cold expression as usual.

After a while, Di Ting, with lifeless eyes, staggered out.

Old Qingniu couldn't help but admire and sigh.

He could actually walk out!

Awesome!

Even though he was holding on to the wall, he had still experienced a battlefield of the Three Purities level!

Awesome!

He can be said to be the most famous demon throughout the ages!

The old green ox sighed, while Shangqing Daojun, who had just had a good fight and felt comfortable, picked up a pot of mortal wine and sat leisurely under the green pine, on the blue stone, leaning against it, casually picked a fallen leaf and put it on his forehead, raised his right leg and placed it on his left leg, looking lazy, yet unrestrained and calm, indescribably free and easy.

Old Green Ox patted Di Ting's shoulder and cordially invited him to come over and sit down to eat the hot pot they had cooked at the foot of the mountain. It seemed that after eating this hot delicacy, Di Ting's soul, which had been wandering behind him, finally caught up with him. He felt as if he had come back to life and was almost crying with gratitude!

Old Qingniu comforted him and said with emotion: "Don't worry, don't worry, it's all over."

"But what on earth have you done to be able to come here and discuss the law with the three Dao Ancestors?"

Di Ting's words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them out.

How can I explain this to you?

Could it be that because I stole the nose of a young man, now I give it to the three old men...

Three glances fell.

Did the three mature, dignified and majestic Taoist ancestors teach him a lesson?

Di Ting silently changed this sentence in his heart.

Extremely pious.

Old Qingniu took a bite of the hot tofu and immediately comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay. No matter what happens, as long as you don't make any mistakes of principle, such as refining cities into weapons and collecting blood for magical powers, the three Dao ancestors will just scare you a little and won't do anything serious."

"After all, the three people you met are from this era, and they have all attained enlightenment and transcendence a long time ago."

"It's just a slight punishment, just a joke. But you are amazing, you can make these three so angry."

Di Ting paused.

I was feeling extremely disappointed.

But after Old Qingniu said this, he felt inexplicably better in his heart. If he had met Fu Li Yuxu Yuanshi Tianwang who shattered the sky with one hand, Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun who wielded the sharp sword, and Yuchen Da Daojun who was the ultimate killer instead of the three Dao ancestors, he might have died countless times.

The Original Heavenly King is upright to the point of being cruel, the Jade Emperor Taoist is murderous and ruthless, and the Kaihuang Last Tribulation Heavenly Lord is like Dao Qinghan.

It is similar to but different from the current state of having one's own rules, being free and easy, and being active or inactive.

Good luck, good luck.

Di Ting was so drunk that cold sweat was about to break out on his forehead.

Fortunately, those three were just a certain posture of the three Taoist ancestors as they were walking further and further away on their journey.

The Original Heavenly King cut off his most masculine and fierce spirit and turned into Yuanshi Tianzun, Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun was the first to realize the idea of ​​action and inaction, and Yuchen Daojun's ruthless killing turned into wanton freedom. Those reputations existed several calamities ago, but only in the first and second calamity periods, those ancient gods who disappeared in the traces of legends knew about them.

Otherwise, in the ancient times, there would be countless people who taught the methods and established the Taoist traditions.

Why are there only three people who can be called the ancestors of Taoism?

It's not like he asked for the title of Three Pure Ones by chatting with people in a gentle manner.

Shangqing Da Daojun crossed his arms and rested them behind his head. Hearing the conversation between Lao Qingniu and Di Ting, his body paused slightly, and then he seemed to recall some bad things. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he shook his head slightly, as if trying to get rid of a bad picture from his mind.

"Heh... Daoist friend, are you thinking about those days again?"

The old man's voice was gentle, and there was no sign that he had once been called the terrifying title of "The Lord of the Last Tribulation".

Shangqing Daojun lazily opened his eyes and said, "What happened back then is already in the past."

The old man couldn't help but jokingly teased: "Haha...it seems that fellow Taoist is still very cautious."

Shangqing Daojun opened his eyes, looked at the sky, and said calmly: "At that time, I had not yet escaped the influence of my ancestors' calamity. All along the way, I only used killing to stop killing and calamity to break calamity. At that time, I was full of arrogance. I just felt that there was no one stronger than me from ancient times to the present. All things in the world have to die, and there is only killing."

"Destruction is also the cycle of the Great Dao."

"I traveled through the six realms just to find an enemy worthy of a fight. When I met you two, you were just talking among yourselves."

The old man stroked his beard and recalled, then smiled and said, "Yes, you came in wearing black clothes, reciting poems, and then raised your hand to strike with a sword."

"I remember how the poem went..."

"The Thousand Years of Dao, the Eternal Tribulation, the Three Thousand Common People..."

The old man only recalled a little and began to recite. Daojun sat up directly and pressed the old man's shoulders with both hands, as if he was hurt more than just taking Yuqing's twelve moves. His face was pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He used so much force that he even made a slight sound while pinching the old man's shoulders, saying, "Stop talking, shut up, Taishang!"

"If you keep talking, I will tell you how you got the title of Kaihuang Mojie Tianzun when you were young..."

"Tell Wuhuo directly!"

The old man smiled helplessly and said gently, "Okay, okay, I won't mention it. I won't mention it."

"The me in the past is also me, why do you have to resist so much, fellow Taoist?"

Shangqing Daojun said in a deep voice: "No, that me was too extreme. The so-called Daoist friends were just creatures that were qualified to be enemies and opponents. If I trained disciples, then I hoped that the disciples could bring me enough surprises and be qualified to be enemies for me to draw my sword. In my eyes at that time, there was no difference between all living things and I could kill them all."

"Even Beiji Ziwei has never been like this."

“It was only during this period of time that I gradually realized that being able to release and hold back, to be harmonious and at ease, is the way; the murderous aura is nothing but a calamity.”

The old man said gently: "So, if you meet yourself back then again, will you win or lose?"

Shangqing Daojun said calmly: "If I am familiar with it, then these few calamities would have been wasted. But..."

The black-robed Daoist Master paused. He leaned back against the pine tree, raised his eyes slightly and looked at the sky in the distance. He suddenly smiled and said, "Now I know that victory or defeat is random, and nothing is stagnant in my heart. But he was different at that time. He was full of vigor and energy. He felt that the world was in his eyes. There were endless roads to walk and endless powerful enemies to fight. He showed his edge and should not lose."

It’s not that we shouldn’t lose, but that we can’t lose.

The old man stroked his beard gently, knowing that this Taoist friend had actually let go of his past obsessions long ago.

But after all, he is a willful person and still cares a lot about his words and actions in the past.

The old man stroked his beard and consoled him, "In fact, you were very elegant and sharp-tongued back then. You were, uh... you were also quite charming and outstanding..."

The corner of Shangqing Da Daojun's mouth twitched: "Thank you, please don't say anything more!"

He sighed, "However, fortunately, that is only a thing of the past. The guys who knew about those things have either become local defenders, or have perished in the catastrophe. You are the only ones who know about this. At least Wuhuo and the others can't know about it."

"Shangri-La, please keep this secret for me. I don't want my disciple to know that his teacher used to be a..."

"Um……"

Da Daojun thought about it, not knowing how to describe his younger self, so he coughed and said, "You understand, right?"

The Supreme stroked his beard and smiled, "Okay, okay, I understand."

Da Dao Jun pondered, then smiled and changed the subject: "Do you want to see how Wu Huo and the little girl are doing?"

Tai Shang couldn't help laughing.

Shangqing was sitting under the green pine, but he didn't go to investigate. He just watched the water flowing, with a smile on his face. He was not as calm as Taishang, nor as dignified as Yuqing. His legs were casually crossed, but his expression was peaceful. The so-called supreme realm of Taoist Xiaoyaoyou was just like this.

Well, that's enough.

Shangqing Daojun watched the flowing water coming and going.

The past is like flowing water.

It has also passed.

…

"Humph, is this all you have?!"

"Ha, your sword has become dull."

“I am unworthy of the name [Robbery].”

"Why commit suicide?!"

There were cold tones, without any system of moves, only fierceness, only murderousness, only the strong and domineering calamity energy to the extreme, without any disguise. The young Taoist priest's cultivation, which had become a system in later life and which he had gained through gradual pursuit of the Tao step by step, did not have much advantage when facing this innate creature created by calamity energy, and which was at its young age with the heaviest murderous aura.

Yu Chen raised his eyes, which were indifferent and lifeless, while the green sword in his hand was shining brightly.

"Let's die in disaster."

He swung his sword again, but the young Taoist blocked it with his sword.

The Blood River Sword in his hand began to ripple and shine, struggling to support its own existence. Qi Wuhuo looked at the young teacher in front of him and almost felt that the latter was born purely for destruction. He was powerful, but not unrighteous. Even if he had suppressed his cultivation to a level similar to his own, the destructiveness he displayed was more than one level higher.

The move was ruthless and unique. At this moment, the long sword pressed down, inch by inch, forcing Qi Wuhuo's eyebrows, and said coldly:

"If I kill you, will I be sad in the future?"

And the look in those eyes was real.

Just as the sword energy was about to burst out, Qi Wuhuo's right hand had already slowly raised up and grasped the sleeve of his young teacher. In an instant, the Divine Talisman of Creation exploded. The young Yu Chen was shocked, as if he had not expected that Qi Wuhuo had been patient until now. He retreated violently in an instant, with the sword in his hand gathering strength, but the young Taoist had already crashed into Yu Chen's arms.

Let go and drop the sword.

He held Yu Chen's arms with both hands, his eyes emitted golden light, and Tai Chi was born under his feet, which multiplied and transformed into four symbols.

The red fire-like state has already erupted, and it seems that one can see the power of Zhurong raising his head and roaring.

Yu Chen's eyes were slightly startled.

The next moment, the Qi around the young Taoist exploded, transforming into yin and yang, and the Tai Chi flowed. He suddenly threw the Taoist Jade Chen out, and with a pull of his right hand, a series of Tai Chi spiritual texts flew out. At the same time, his body changed, and three young Taoists appeared at the same time, each drawing a sword, and in an instant, they had from the first to the fourth Tribulation Sword.

The Jade Purity Talisman, Zhurong's Qi, Taiyi Gongti, one Qi transforming into the Three Purities, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation!

Qi Wuhuo used all his methods.

Yuchen Da Daojun, who had suppressed his cultivation, was thrown away and submerged by the sword energy.

However, all of these moves were extremely oppressive to one's body. Qi Wuhuo was gasping for breath, and blood kept flowing out of his body. It was only the Blood River Sword that controlled the sea of ​​blood, otherwise all his blood would have returned to the sea of ​​blood long ago. At this moment, he locked onto the smoke and dust in front of him. In just a moment, the calamity swept across, and all things were annihilated.

boom!!!

The young Taoist priest stood in front with his arms crossed, staring at the Taoist Master Yuchen who was wearing a black Taoist robe.

Daoist Master Yuchen raised his hand and wiped the blood off his cheek. There was a hint of interest in his indifferent eyes, and he said concisely:

“A gem in the rough.”

"He is my disciple, but unfortunately he is mild-mannered, unlike me. Come again... huh?!"

The young man Yu Chen frowned slightly, and lowered his eyes, and found that a trickle of blood was flowing out of the "disciple" over there, and then it flew towards the direction of Queen Wa. Queen Wa, who lowered her eyes quietly, held her hands to her heart. Qi Wuhuo's blood gathered in her palms, and then slowly flowed. Golden blood oozed out of Queen Wa's palms, and merged with the blood of the young Taoist.

After being purified and transformed, it was sent back into the body of the young Taoist who was staring at Taoist Master Yuchen.

“…”

The fighting spirit that Daojun Yuchen had aroused suddenly dissipated. He raised his sword and said calmly, "Even if your soul and existence have vanished into thin air, do you still want to protect the 'child' you created?"

"Wa, it is precisely because you are too soft that you died in that cold and hard era."

Only then did Qi Wuhuo notice the change.

Taoist Yuchen lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Disciple, you have Wa to support you. Unless I exhaust the source of Wa, she will always help you. Today's battle ends here. There is no need to say more about the affairs here, except for me in this world, the original king of heaven, and the Kaihuang Mokai."

Qi Wuhuo subconsciously said: "Original Heavenly King, Kaihuang's Last Tribulation?"

Seeing that the young Taoist was puzzled, Yuchen Daojun said calmly: "The Original Heavenly King is also known as Yuanshi Tianzun, Qingxuan Zuqi, Miaowushangdi, Zixugaomiaotaishangyuanhuangdaojun; Kaihuangmojie, Jiuxuanjinque, Huntaiwuyuanxuanhuangdaozu, are all Taishang; didn't they tell you the titles they used to be so powerful?"

Young Taoist: “…”

Record it silently.

Taoist Yuchen raised his finger and said calmly, "However, I have just deduced that I in this life seem to have forgotten the idea of ​​slashing all spirits with a sword and controlling all paths, and have become lazy. You have a good foundation, so bring a sword to him for me."

Taoist Yuchen suddenly revealed the body of Zujie!

Then, in an instant, he was in front of Qi Wuhuo, pointing at the young Taoist's forehead, and spoke in an instant, with a calm tone:

“【Robbery】!”

boom!!!!

It was as if 106,000 calamities erupted in an instant, bearing a trace of ancestral calamity head-on. Qi Wuhuo had countless wounds on his body, and the tearing pain almost drowned his mind, but he just groaned and held on. Yuchen Daojun said indifferently: "This seat will not teach disciples."

"I have never liked teaching disciples."

"The sword of catastrophe? Humph, he explained the way of catastrophe with a sword, and then taught it to his disciples, and then recorded it in diagrams. He was able to get the charm of the little things, which shows his extraordinary understanding. How can he know that my catastrophe energy is unparalleled? My disciples, listen."

"The body of the catastrophe, the qi of the catastrophe, there is nothing in the primordial chaos, only I am the catastrophe, the sword is the carrier of the Tao; the catastrophe is the root of the Tao."

The calm tone and domineering killing ruthlessness left a mark of the sword in the mind of the young Taoist.

The Queen Nuwa's silent body instinctively helped the young Taoist to regain his vitality, and he endured the mark of the ancestral calamity.

But the tingling feeling is almost unforgettable.

The young Taoist Yuchen spoke in a cold and low voice:

"Go and give this sword as a visiting card to my present self."

He looked at the Queen's body again, his expression cold, and said calmly: "The Queen's body will not give up on anyone by instinct."

"It's better to let her bleed quickly to save her from wasting too much of her fundamental essence."

"However, this is the place where I killed the blood sea. The rituals are to collect the blood of all living things. You know, the so-called human race is to take the innate living things, such as the human body and snake tail, and the tiger head and human body, and combine them to achieve success."

“And all this innate sacred blood is in this sea of ​​blood. It’s a great ritual. Hum.”

"The ritual of the sea of ​​blood is indeed qualified to cleanse the blood of my eldest disciple."

Qi Wuhuo said: "I am not..."

The young man Yu Chen said calmly: "You are my eldest disciple. I don't care about my eldest disciple."

"If I say you are, then that's it."

The young man Yu Chen threw the sword in his hand into the sea and said calmly, "Get up."

The murderous aura from the sea of ​​blood flows into the blood river, cause and effect are in the sea of ​​blood, and the blood of endless true spirits surrounds it, all lighting up in an instant.

In the endless stream of blood, it turned into perfect Taichi spiritual characters, gathering up and down, left and right, and then surrounded the young Taoist priest who was covered in injuries. Yu Chen swept his sleeves, and the sea of ​​blood swarmed in, turning into a ritual around Qi Wuhuo. Yu Chen stared at the young Taoist priest indifferently, and suddenly flicked his sleeves and said lightly:

"Carry my calamity, refine the sea of ​​blood, and when he becomes great in the future, come and fight me."

"You can also defeat me in this world."

"I--"

"Forgive me, Master Sheng, for your innocence."