After Li Hongling's death, Wen Yao was the only true disciple left by Mu Zhao.
And this time, Mu Zhao spent a month to change the entire structure of the Pinggu battlefield. He was willing to gamble the future of the Wusheng Pavilion in order to allow Wen Yao to become a saint directly.
It can be said that if you fail, you will die.
Mu Zhao was naturally full of confidence in this.
He believed that he, as a true disciple, could meet his expectations, understand his painstaking efforts, and take the shortcut he had arranged.
Although this "egoistic" approach is cruel, it is a step above "tyranny". I believe his disciples will not let him down.
but……
Mu Zhao did not explain to his disciples that among all the similar "Tao" in this world, in the end only one can remain.
Because if you want to advance to the level of Chanliao, you have to obtain a true avenue from heaven and earth!
There is only one road!
Whether it is "egoism" or "tyranny", the ultimate path leads to that "one".
Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things... This "one" is the ultimate of the universe and the origin of all things!
When Mu Zhao saw the avenue for the first time in this ancient battlefield, he couldn't contain his ecstasy.
What made him happy was that the "path" he was walking on was undoubtedly the true path to enlightenment and the superior path.
But no matter how happy he was at that time, he became unwilling to give up when he knew that the road ahead was blocked.
The true "Tao" of this world, which allows practitioners to integrate numerous paths and intercept the destiny bestowed by heaven, has been lost forever.
The realm of Chanliao is a truly insurmountable destination!
Mu Zhao felt almost desperate.
But soon, he thought of a solution. Since God would not give it to him, then... he would take it himself!
As long as others create enough similar paths, and from the very beginning, let these paths be shrouded in his "dominance".
Then... when these "Tao" are completed, he can naturally incorporate them into his own "Tao" easily!
Wen Yao was his first experimental subject!
But now... it failed.
The almost foolproof plan failed because of Wen Yao's death!
Who on earth could even kill a part of the Canliao Realm? !
A part of Mu Zhao's "Dao Domain" still existed in the Pinggu battlefield and also in Wen Yao's body. Therefore, he soon saw the murderer's face -
The Mist Flower Forge can block the prying eyes of the middle three grades, but it is useless for the upper three grades.
Mu Zhao took a deep breath, and the expression on his face lost control for the first time, almost to the point of being ferocious.
"Chen——! Kuang——!"
He's not dead?!
Not only did he not die, but he also killed another of his true disciples after Li Hongling!
“Okay… okay, okay…”
Mu Zhao closed his eyes, his chest heaved several times, and his face suddenly became unusually calm.
He opened his eyes, stood up, looked in the direction of the Pinggu battlefield, then suddenly rose from the ground and turned into a stream of light.
"boom--"
Below, half of the Martial Saint Pavilion collapsed instantly.
Even the towering Mount Tai below was cracked into a huge crack with a loud bang!
The members of the Wusheng Pavilion who remained in the pavilion were suddenly shocked and flew into the air to check.
Wen Hongsheng was naturally among them.
He was originally wondering why Mu Zhao suddenly became so angry, but then he discovered the two broken life tablets on the only intact attic in the building.
Wen Hongsheng's face turned extremely pale in an instant, and then a sickly blush appeared on it.
Finally, he covered his heart with his hands and spat out a mouthful of blood!
He fell straight down.
Everyone exclaimed:
"Pavilion Master? Pavilion Master!!!"
The sky was dim and thunder rumbled... As the light passed by, the sky was covered with darkness.
The storm is coming.
…
Chen Kuang and the young musician in front of him stared at each other for a while.
He calmed down, touched his chin, and looked at Xi Mengquan in front of him with interest.
If nothing unexpected happens, he was swept up in the "Time" Avenue and traveled through time again. Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was inevitable because he took another look.
In short... Chen Kuang now comes to Xi Mengquan, who is still a, um... a cultivator in the Enlightenment Realm.
Xi Mengquan in front of him was only about twelve or thirteen years old, and was almost as tall as the dragon gum harp in his hand. It seemed a bit difficult for him to hold the harp.
The young man with wide eyes has a delicate appearance, even too gentle, giving people the feeling of "the face of a beautiful girl".
He was so different from the old man he became later that it was hard to believe.
Chen Kuang made a rough estimate in his mind, if calculated according to the time when Dragon Gum was born in the legend.
It should be 2,300 years ago now.
The location should be within the destroyed Daqi Dynasty.
"It seems... Xi Mengquan is actually from Daqi?"
Chen Kuang frowned. "Then why would he participate in destroying his own country? I've never heard of the King of Daqi being cruel. On the contrary, everyone says that it was a prosperous era."
He looked at the young man in front of him and fell into deep thought.
The young Xi Mengquan held the zither tightly in his hand, feeling a little nervous. He keenly sensed that the cultivation level of the person in front of him was much higher than his own, so he did not dare to act rashly.
He suddenly appeared with unknown purpose... I heard that Ye Man sent many spies to the Central Region. Could he have encountered them?
But Chen Kuang was silent for too long, and Xi Mengquan couldn't help but ask, "Are you here to see me?"
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