Song Lin murmured to himself.

The world is too big.

He even circled the earth, even went to the pyramids in Egypt, and even opened up the mummies of the pharaohs, but he still didn't find this guy.

Fang Xiandao has been secretly developing over the years, looking for traces of Huanyuan.

After almost overturning his car, Huanyuan became much more cautious.

Since the enemy didn't show up, Song Lin didn't show up either.

Anyway, it would be more than twenty years before Ying Zheng was born.

Since then, Song Lin is still looking for opportunities overseas.

Since the enemy does not come out, he will not take the initiative to show up.

He now has two advantages.

First, Huanyuan didn't know whether Song Lin was still dead, and second, he didn't know that the opportunity for Qin's unification lay with Ying Zheng.

As long as there is news about Huanyuan, Song Lin will definitely give him a surprise.

My practice over the years is no joke.

"Go!!"

Song Lin let out a breath of red air.

The red energy transformed into a ten-foot-long red dragon that seemed to have materialized.

Roar!!!

The red dragon roared angrily.

The Taoist dragon flew up and disappeared into the sky.

Thirty years later.

One hundred and forty years of Taiyin refining.

Yunmeng Mountain, Ghost Valley, and the secret land of Fangxian Dao are places that only Taoist priests at the Taoist level can find.

A magnificent palace was built here.

The largest hall is called Yinfu Hall, which was originally the residence of the founder Gui Guzi.

It is now the ancestral hall of Fang Xiandao, worshiping ancestors of all dynasties.

There were two gray-haired old men in the Taoist temple, who looked to be at least eighty or ninety years old.

The one on the left is wearing a jet-black robe, with a domineering look between his brows, showing no anger or authority.

The old man on the right has white beard and hair, a sinister look in his eyes, and a sharp temperament. Just one look at that look can send chills down one's spine.

These two people have a lot of history.

The former was King Zhaoxiang of Qin, Yingji, who faked his death and abdicated. He practiced Taoism in Guigu when he was young. After the death of King Huiwen, he quickly ascended the throne and swept through the three Jin, Qi and Chu.

Because of his spiritual skills, he lived too long.

After reigning for fifty-seven years, his father, grandfather, and great-great-grandfather together were about the same as himself. No monarch had ever lived so long before, so he faked his death and went to practice Taoism.

The old man on the right has a more famous name. He is the God of War Bai Qi who killed 400,000 people in the Battle of Changping. He is the son of the first generation Taoist Bai Xuan and the third generation Taoist Master Fangxian.

In their later years, the emperor and his ministers performed a play and hid in the mountains to practice.

"Lao Bai, have you broken through the innate qi warrior?" Ying Ji looked at the old comrade next to him, surprised and uncertain.

The two of them grew up playing together, and there was no difference between a monarch and a minister.

"Haha, you finally saw it."

"You thief, you made me say it on purpose, didn't you?" Ying Ji laughed and scolded, then thought about it and said, "Your current cultivation level has surpassed that of the Guigu Patriarch, right?"

Patriarch Guiguzi is also an innate Qi practitioner.

"Not sure."

Bai Qi has never seen Guiguzi either.

However, all innate Qi practitioners are pretty much the same.

Bai Qi doesn't want to belittle himself, his strength should be about half as good as that of Patriarch Guiguzi.

"Dong dong dong!"

There was a knock on the door, very urgent.
Chapter completed!