Daojun Chongtong paused and said calmly: "I can't just watch them..."

"Don't be in a hurry to speak or think. Once you speak, it will make things unknown." Elder Fu said through a message: "Their reinforcements are not simple."...

The thin old man with a sword on his back sat carelessly on the steps.

I dug my ears gently.

He said calmly: "Sorry, there was too much earwax just now, so I didn't hear clearly what fellow Taoist said. Could you please repeat it again?"

Cui Dao's crazy eyes burst out with terrifying spinning fire, as if he wanted to see through the old man's magic.

There are too few people who dare to talk to him like this.

Especially after he revealed the Three Flowers on the Head, his words were the way of the world.

How can there be such a bold person?

The person coming must be extraordinary.

He didn't see anything unusual.

"Hand over Cui Jianlu's soul!"

The old man stood up slowly and said calmly: "I can't pay it."

"court death!"

"Come."

"It just so happens that I haven't killed enough!"

Three Taoist flowers hang above the old man's head.

Oops!

All the Dao Lords onlookers exclaimed.

Another Sanhua Daojun.

"What kind of force is this underworld, and how come there are such powerful people?"

"No wonder he wants to set the rules of the world. It turns out that he wants to go one step further and become the Ancient Emperor."

"..."

"Those two Dao Lords are not simple either..."

"It shouldn't be. There are three thousand great ways in the world, and it is impossible for Tao Lords to exceed this number. Among them, those who can advance to the Three Flowers are all famous people in the world. How could so many Tao Lords suddenly appear, and their cultivation levels are evenly distributed?"

"It's clear which force is pretending..."

"Shh!"

"No matter who they are, just treat them as new forces."

Cui Daofeng sneered and said mockingly: "Who did I think it was? It turns out to be fellow Taoist Ping."

"Taiyi Shengxian Sect has been severely damaged by civil strife. Instead of expanding the sect, you support a young boy who wants to get involved in the cloudy sky and become an enemy of our Immortal Tower. Aren't you afraid that the avenue will collapse and the Emperor Guo will fall?"

"He is Lord Pingdao of Taiyi Shengxian Sect."

"who?"

"Ping Chao Jing."

"It's him."

"..."

Ping Chaojing is not tall, on the contrary, he is a bit short.

Carrying a long sword on his back.

The cheeks are thin.

The Taoist robe on his body was also very loose.

However, those eyes that were like exploding stars contained supreme divine light.

Cui Daofeng continued: "I have some friendship with fellow Taoist Ye from your sect. You and I are also old acquaintances. My request is not excessive. Hand over Cui Jianlu's future soul and I will leave immediately. Otherwise, you and I will always

It is inevitable that we will have to fight, and only Daoist Fellow Ye of your sect can be equal to me."

"Tell him."

Memories flashed through Ping Chaojing's eyes, he took off his long sword from his back, and said sadly: "He is dead."

"That's such a pity. How did you die?"

"I killed him."

"I cut off his head with my own hands, using this sword."

The little old man looks so thin and thin.

Cui Daofeng's expression changed dramatically.

Not to mention the Sanhua Taoist in front of me, those Taoists watching the excitement were even more frightened into silence.

Cui Daofeng also froze as if he was frightened for a moment, and laughed and said: "Since fellow Taoist is determined to protect it, I will give you face."

As he said that, he was about to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Cui Daofeng paused and looked at the old man holding the sword.

The old man stretched out his hand.

"What do you mean, fellow Taoist?"

"Bring it here."

"What?"

"Soul."

"Everyone is dead, and the soul of the future is incomplete. The past and present should also be brought."

Cui Daofeng was furious: "Old ghost Ping, you are going too far!"

"How much foundation does your Taiyi Shengxian Sect still have to build? There are only two or three big cats and kittens left. Let me see how you can gain a foothold."

Ping Chaojing's eyes were always calm: "Yes, there are not many people left. Senior brothers and sisters are dead, junior brothers and sisters are dead, sons and daughters are dead, disciples and disciples are dead... They are all dead. There are not a few left.

We did lose, and we were ruined.

"Why are we the only ones losing? Why are you allowed to win?"

"If you ask me, no one should fucking win."

"All lose,"

"Loose-lose!"

"Stop preaching!"

"Madman." Cui Daofeng yelled. He didn't want to be like a loser.

Be willing to admit defeat.

Once you are on the table, you should accept it no matter whether you win or lose.

Why are there such people?

The life and death of those people have nothing to do with me. As long as I am still alive, everything will still be there.

Will the destruction of a family and the loss of power affect a Sanhua Daojun?

Take action when it's time to take action, and protect yourself when you need to be wise.

How come such an old person doesn't even understand this?

There is no trace of Daojun's grace or self-cultivation.

…

What kind of grace do you need when your family is ruined?

What kind of self-cultivation is needed when the orthodoxy is shaky?

Although death is sad, when it comes to the moment when he needs to sacrifice his life, he will never hesitate.

Since Taiyi cannot become an immortal, then Taiyi can save the suffering.

Seek change, seek change, seek peace.

Ping Chaojing grinned: "If you don't give it to us, we will take it ourselves!"

"Wu Rong."

"exist."

"Open the book of life and death and see why the dead person is still alive."
Chapter completed!