I can add one every day

No matter what the five ancestors think, once they have made a decision, they will always implement it.

Old Taoist Chongxu called the boy to escort the five people. But even if he is a boy, his aura is so deep that no one can detect it.

"slow."

Before leaving, Feng Sui suddenly heard the Dao Lord speak, and his heart skipped a beat. Turning her head to look, the other party was indeed looking at her.

The black and white legal principles intertwined to form a light black magatama out of thin air, which floated into Feng Sui's hand.

"This object contains 50% of my spiritual power. If you throw this object out when you are in danger, it may save your life."

As for more, Zhou Qingyuan did not promise, but within his ability, as long as he felt that the black magatama was aroused, he would definitely rush there.

Feng Sui looked at the magatama in her hand, and felt a little subtle in her heart. A supernatural power that contains 50% of Zhou Qingyuan's spiritual power? Although she didn't know what magical powers were, the techniques contained only 50% of spiritual power. How powerful could they be?

Although Zhou Qingyuan had previously shown extremely terrifying talents, since he came from the realm of immortality, his realm was definitely not much higher than hers.

This person is called the Dao Lord, and he must have achieved success in magic, but with only 50% of his spiritual power, what can he do?

It's just that when she invested in Zhou Qingyuan, she did it casually, and it was common sense for the other party to give her such a painless return.

In addition, this place is his family's territory. Based on Zhou Qingyuan's talent, I am afraid that his achievements in the future will exceed those of the five of them. Then perhaps this favor will be truly put to use.

Of course, it would not be unreasonable if someone just wanted to use a magical magatama to cancel all previous support.

As for the time when Feng Sui understands how powerful this kind of magatama can be, it will already be a hundred years later.

"Okay, they've all left. It's time for me to talk to you about this world."

In the fragrant and elegant Taoist Palace, Zhou Qingyuan and Old Taoist Chongxu sat cross-legged and communicated.

"Okay, I'm going on a long journey. During this time, you can practice this [Jingxin Sutra] by yourself. If you have any questions, write them down first, and I will teach you one by one when I come back."

After Master Chongxu finished speaking, he disappeared into the hall. For a moment, only Zhou Qingyuan was left in the empty hall.

‘Sea of ​​clouds, natural disaster beasts and star disasters, disasters beyond the starry sky? ’

Zhou Qingyuan sorted out what Old Dao Chongxu said earlier. According to what he said, the existence in the ruined world that was temporarily called "Void Beast" was actually called "Disaster Beast" by the people in this world. It invaded from the starry sky. monster.

This kind of monster is unknowable and invisible. It quietly transforms and devours everything, turning everyone into a part of it.

Two-thirds of the vast expanse of clouds, sea and sky has now been transformed and devoured by disaster beasts, turning it into a dead place.

The Guixu world that Zhou Qingyuan and others were in before was actually a part of Yun Haitian that was in the process of destruction.

What makes Zhou Qingyuan feel a little subtle is that the transformation of the disaster beast is gradual. Many big figures in Yunhaitian today actually migrated from higher planes.

In other words, if he stays in the Immortal Realm, after thousands of years, even if his lifespan is safe, if these natural disasters are not resolved, he will eventually be affected.

Is there no truly safe place in this world? Even if he becomes the strongest person in the immortal world, there is still a shadow approaching from his invisible heights.

The disaster beast is too powerful, and strong men with different personalities show different ways of dealing with it.

Some choose to go outside the realm and above the starry sky to proactively contact more powerful civilizations and systems.

Some choose to take a step back and migrate to the clouds, sea and sky, and finally invent spiritual power methods to resist the invasion of disaster beasts.

It's just that the scale of the disaster beasts is too huge, and you can't even observe them until your mental power develops to the corresponding intensity.

Strong human beings are generally relatively powerless against disaster beasts. Even those who are outstanding do not dare to explore at will.

In fact, the stronger the mental power of a person, the easier it is to attract powerful disaster beasts, so that many powerful people have lost their determination and huddled in the safe points built by the formation.

‘It seems like I won’t be able to settle down for a while until I become the strongest. ’

As Zhou Qingyuan's mind wandered, he had already touched the [Jingxin Sutra] in front of him.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, on a huge Bagua Taoist platform, there are people with outstanding mental strength sitting cross-legged, all with their eyes closed, waiting for something.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Little ripples appeared, and the figure of the old Taoist Chongxu appeared on the orderly floating stone platform outside the Bagua Island platform.

"It doesn't matter."

The leader spoke slowly, his voice was steady and strong, and he stood up straight. Looking up, he saw a bald monk wearing golden cassocks.

"Chongxu, the [Reader's Ceremony] that is held once every ten years will begin in one month. Are you, the Shinto Palace, still not planning to participate this time?"

Faced with this question, Taoist Chongxu just smiled and did not reply, but everyone knew what he meant.

The middle-aged man in white dark clothes sitting on the second stone platform frowned slightly and said calmly:

"Chongxu, your Shinto Palace has not participated in the grand ceremony for a full hundred years. In the past, you used to use the Taoist boy as a supplement, but now you are too lazy to pretend?"

"It's in vain that you have countless inheritances from the Shinto Palace. Many secret techniques also have merit. If you really like to be quiet and inactive, why not give up your position and resources and let me, the Confucian family, take over the responsibilities that should be shouldered by you and others?"

Chongxu Taoist smiled even more, and said with a smile: "Kong Laoer, do you really think I am stingy with this inheritance?

It's not that I don't want to, but it's the inheritance of my Shendao Palace, which is not suitable for mediocre people.

Ordinary people practice my Taoist scriptures, destroy the principles of heaven and humanity, and suffer from it."

Kong Er, who was called Kong Laoer by Chongxu, frowned slightly, snorted unhappily, but didn't say anything.

They had had such conversations countless times.

Confucianism couldn't stand the Taoists' quietness and inaction, and thought they were evading their due responsibilities, which was a cowardly act of avoiding the world.

Taoism is now in decline. Except for a few scattered Taoist temples, only Chongxu Taoist and his Shendao Palace are left to hold up the last cards.

But at this moment, the monk in a cassock sitting on the first stone platform suddenly interrupted and said:

"Although what Mr. Kong Er said was a bit impolite, it still makes sense.

The pressure brought by the disaster beast is getting greater and greater, and our living space is constantly being squeezed. Your Shendao Palace still goes its own way. Isn't it a bit selfish?"

Chongxu frowned and felt a little nervous. He didn't understand why this person suddenly intervened.

The signal exposed by this action is not optimistic

"What do you want to do?"