This aura is different from any power fluctuations, but it is full of a strange and unpredictable feeling.

One of the old men in white was like an endless black hole, making people feel as if they were lost in it at first glance. The other old man with a slightly fat figure was covered with endless sword beams, and the terrifying spiritual energy was so terrifying that people were afraid.

This was not something the two of them released deliberately. In fact, no one could easily imitate this kind of aura. This was an aura that was in line with the meaning of Taoism with every breath they took. It was a manifestation of the subtlety of Taoism.

The old man in white and the slightly plump old man both had gloomy looks on their faces, and the people behind them were full of murderous intent. They headed straight towards Beiyu Mountain, and it was obvious that they had no good intentions.

The slightly plump old man looked at the endless Beiqi Mountains, with a look of doubt on his face, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that Yang Zhen not only really escaped from the Lei Ze Fire Prison, but also seemed to have obtained an incredible opportunity."

The old man in white looked at the slightly fat old man and said with a smile: "He is just a kid with better luck, but he actually killed nearly a hundred people from my five tribes. If we don't get rid of this kid, how can the five tribes of Beiyu survive in the world of cultivation?"

The slightly fat old man frowned and said thoughtfully, "Originally, I came here just for the Three Flowers Holy Temple, and killing Yang Zhen was just a matter of convenience. I didn't expect to meet Brother Bai from the Gujin clan on the way. It seems that this matter needs to be carefully considered."

If there were other cultivators from Beiyu Island here, they would be shocked to hear what the slightly fat old man said. The old man in white before them turned out to be Bai Shengbo, a Zhoutian-level strongman from the Gujin clan who had escaped unscathed from the Lei Ze Fire Prison in anger! Bai Shengbo glanced at the slightly fat old man indifferently, and said with a smile: "It is rumored that Taoist friend Tai Zhongquan from the Ancient Yuan Holy Land entered Taoism with a sword. Now I see that his reputation is indeed well-deserved."

Tai Zhongquan laughed loudly, looked at Bai Shengbo and said, "Brother Bai's talent is like that of a star. How can an old man like me with my insignificant Tao be compared with him?"

Bai Shengbo frowned, his face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Tai, there is no need for us to test each other like this. This time I came here, I have no interest in the Three Flowers Temple, and I don't care whether Yang Zhen lives or dies, but I must get the Flower Saint Girl."

Tai Zhongquan raised his eyebrows, laughed loudly, and said, "In this way, there will be no conflict between you and me. It's just that Yang Zhen got an advantage. A mere ninth-level Mahayana cultivator is actually worth fighting against by both of us."

Bai Shengbo smiled and said, "Yang Zhen's life is insignificant, and the reputation of my Gujin clan cannot be damaged because of this."

"Of course. I wonder what Brother Bai is going to do?" Tai Zhongquan looked at Bai Shengbo leisurely.

Bai Shengbo sneered and said, "The matter of Beiyu is not worth mentioning now. With the sudden change in the world, various major forces have emerged like mushrooms after rain. The Buddhist cultivators and demon cultivators in the Western Region's Sea of ​​Sin have all turned their attention to the north. There will definitely be a fierce battle soon. Compared with them, we have no advantage at all. We must find a way to make the five tribes respond to Beiyu's call."

Tai Zhongquan took a deep breath, his expression became serious, and nodded, saying, "Those demon cultivators are nothing to be afraid of. They can only use some despicable corpse sea tactics. As long as we have enough supporters, we can kill all the demon cultivators. But those bald donkeys are really hard to deal with."

Bai Shengbo shook his head upon hearing this and said, "What I am worried about is not those Buddhists. No matter how powerful they are, they are afraid of the heaven and earth and dare not do anything too against the heaven. Instead, it is those evil demons who are so greedy that they cannot be killed. It is a headache for me."

"So, what does the Kuching clan plan to do?" Tai Zhongquan asked curiously.

Bai Shengbo pondered for a moment, took a deep look at the Beiyu Mountains, and said, "Now tens of thousands of cultivators have gathered in Beiyu, all wanting to see the soul of the Three Flower Saintess. You and I might as well take this opportunity to let those casual cultivators see the heritage of our ancient clan while we kill Yang Zhen. In this way, it will be very easy for the five clans to expand their influence."

Hearing Bai Shengbo's words, Tai Zhongquan laughed loudly and said, "Brother Bai, this is really a brilliant move. In this way, even if those demon cultivators come to our Beiyu, they will definitely not be able to return!"

"The Western Regions Sea of ​​Sin, that place, I have wanted to see it for ten thousand years."

"In the endless yellow sand, the emperor's heart is buried. It is rumored that the last great emperor in the world of cultivation died there. As long as we find some information, we may be able to solve the mystery that has troubled me for tens of thousands of years...but..."

At this point, Tai Zhongquan's face flashed with a hint of sneer, and then he said: "But now the world is changing so fast, and the paths are so complicated. It's not easy to get those casual cultivators to be willing to work for me."

Tai Zhongquan was stunned, turned around and looked, with a strange look on his face.

A handsome young man with a sunset glow on his body came forward, clasped his fists towards Tai Zhongquan and said, "Junior Fu Kun, nice to meet Senior Tai."

Tai Zhongquan nodded, looked at Bai Shengbo suspiciously, then his face changed, and he suddenly turned around and looked at Fu Kun again, took a breath and said: "What a body of Taoism, at such a young age, you can release the Taoism and contain it. The Gujin family has successors."

Bai Shengbo laughed loudly, nodded and said, "Fu Kun is the one with the highest talent for cultivation that I have seen in all these years. With him here, Yang Zhen doesn't need you and me to take action."

Tai Zhongquan was stunned and said in surprise: "I heard that although Yang Zhen's realm is not high, his cultivation is really reckless. Fu Kun..."

Fu Kun smiled conceitedly and said, "Senior Tai, our generation of cultivators practice Taoism, Taoism is the first and Fa is the last. Although the protector of Taoism is Fa, it is not all. Why do we have to fight to the death with Yang Zhen?"

Upon hearing this, Tai Zhongquan's eyes suddenly widened, he laughed loudly, and asked with interest: "Do you want to debate with Yang Zhen?"

Even Tai Zhongquan, who showed his Taoist aura, showed interest in watching such a unique debate.

Fu Kun smiled and shook his head, saying, "I heard that Yang Zhen has just entered the Dao. In his current state, it would be a bit too much for me to argue with him."

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"Then what are you doing?" Tai Zhongquan looked puzzled and turned to look at Bai Shengbo, but Bai Shengbo had no intention of speaking at all.

Tai Zhongquan had no choice but to turn his gaze behind Fu Kun. Sure enough, almost all the people of the Kuching clan were looking at Fu Kun with fanaticism, and it was obvious that they admired this young man very much.

At this time, a gentle smile flashed across Fu Kun's face, and he answered Tai Zhongquan's question, saying slowly: "I just want to teach him how to be a good person."

Tai Zhongquan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, patted Fu Kun on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, I can't wait any longer. This way, the cultivators in the world can also experience the profound heritage of our ancient clan. No, this time, I must go back and open the gates of the Ancient Yuan Holy Land. Maybe I will compete with your Gu Jin clan for some disciples."

Bai Shengbo smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Tai, please do as you wish."

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At the same time, Jianmao was looking at Yang Zhen with curiosity, and asked in confusion: "Boy, when you go back, do you plan to find someone to argue with?"

Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "Let's talk about it later. A forced melon is not sweet. After I go back, I can't just grab some people on the street and argue with them, right?"

"That's true. Hey, why are these people still waiting here?"

(End of this chapter)