Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

A quarter of an hour later, above Jingze Lake.

A golden light came rushing over, flashed twice, and then reached above the Immortal Binding Formation.

"Grand Master, please save my uncle!" Duanmu Ting shouted loudly, with a final expectation in her eyes.

The man who came had white hair and a youthful face, and he exuded the aura of a Nascent Soul Realm. He quickly made hand gestures and tapped on the immortal order.

In the blink of an eye, the Immortal Binding Formation retracted into the Immortal Order.

The white-haired old man took a step forward and came to Mu Shaofeng. After checking him out, he shook his head and said, "He consumed too much energy and used forbidden techniques. Even if the ancestor came in person, he would be powerless to save him."

Duanmu Ting's tears flowed uncontrollably again, her eyes went dark, and she lost consciousness.

The white-haired old man reached out to support her, sighed, and laid Duanmu Ting flat on the chessboard.

Then he reached around his waist, took out a metal ball, and threw it forward.

The sound of a machine was heard, and a moment later a humanoid puppet appeared, looking and looking exactly like the old man with white hair.

"Fellow Daoist, long time no see. What do you want from me?" said the humanoid puppet.

Lu Qianchuan pointed downwards and said, "Your clone should be in this lake. Please go down and look for it."

The humanoid puppet's expression changed and it jumped down.

In just half a cup of tea, the humanoid puppet came back carrying a lump of ice and said, "This cold air is so strong that it hasn't dissipated even after everyone left."

The white-haired old man shook his hand and threw a talisman onto the ice.

After a while, the ice melted, revealing a broken humanoid puppet.

Seeing this, the puppet of the white-haired old man said, "You are really too much. You don't let me use magic. You know the consequences now!"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab the broken humanoid puppet.

"Oh no, my soul is gone." The puppet of the white-haired old man changed his expression drastically.

The white-haired old man leaned forward to investigate and said, "Let's go. We must let the ancestor know about this as soon as possible."

In the sky, the chessboard turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the north and disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

On the other side, Zhao Xuan ran wildly for several hours before stopping in a dense forest.

"My Immortal Lord, we were just chatting happily, why did you suddenly run away?" Gongsun Yu said with disheveled hair.

Zhao Xuan sighed and said, "I lost some of my memories when I came to the lower world. I forgot that Dao Xing was my mortal enemy. I thought that if I took over the Immortal Alliance directly, things would be easier, but now it seems that there is no hope."

Gongsun Yu had no idea about these things. Even the Immortal Alliance was the first time she heard of it today.

She only knew that the man in front of her was very strong and that she would not suffer any loss if she followed him, so she asked, "So what should we do now?"

Zhao Xuan frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "It's hard to do some things by relying on one's own strength. Since we can't take over the Immortal Alliance, let's form one ourselves. Tell me, what should we call it?"

Gongsun Yu had just broken through the foundation building stage. She had never thought about establishing a sect. She racked her brains for a while and tentatively said:

"You are from the upper realm, so why don't we call it Xuanyuan Immortal Palace? It is both more domineering and more in line with your status."

Zhao Xuan raised his eyebrows and said, "They call themselves the Immortal Alliance, but you call yourself the Immortal Palace. That's too unoriginal."

Gongsun Yu pouted her lips, pretending to be angry, but actually she didn't care at all.

Zhao Xuan lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said, "I got it. Let's call ourselves Shengxian Sect. The ultimate goal of all cultivators in the world is to become immortals. If this name is spread, it will surely attract believers quickly."

"This name... is full of evil, who would dare to come here?" Gongsun Yu's expression froze, but he still smiled and said, "This is a good name. As soon as you hear it, you will know our purpose."

Zhao Xuan laughed and said, "Left Protector, now that our great sect has been newly established, shouldn't we celebrate?"

Gongsun Yu bowed and said, "Master Immortal, such a great honor, we should have a drink to cheer us up! Qianqiao City has beautiful scenery, why not..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Xuan naturally put his arm around her shoulders and interrupted her, "Hey! The scenery here is beautiful, why are you running so far!"

As he spoke, his hand had already slid down skillfully and grabbed the incredibly elastic buttocks.

Gongsun Yu was caught off guard and stammered, "Here...inside? Not quite..."

Before she could finish her words, her mouth was blocked.

Soon, soft moans were heard from the woods. At first, they were suppressed, but gradually they turned into soft music that broke through the sky.

This gentle music seemed to have an inner rhythm of Taoism, which made countless birds and beasts' eyes blurry and entered the estrus period in an instant.

In just a cup of tea, all kinds of howling sounds could be heard, stretching for thousands of miles.

Among them, on a mountain surrounded by spiritual energy, the howling of monkeys was particularly obvious, and countless monkeys jumped up and down as if they had endless energy.

Halfway up the mountain, in an old Taoist temple, a monk in a black robe with gray hair on his temples heard the monkey's cry, opened his eyes and said:

"Brother, are these apes crazy? Could it be that a rare treasure has been brought to the world?"

Beside him, an old man with white hair and beard said with a smile: "Rare treasure! Nowadays, is there any rare treasure more important than the Sky-climbing Vine? Don't be distracted, and break through the Qi training great perfection quickly before I die. The important task of promoting Qingyun Temple depends entirely on you."

The monk in black robe had already stood up, but he sat down again after hearing this. He took out a torn scripture and asked:

"Brother, can this Danhuo Sutra really help one cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage? I have been practicing for half my life, and I am still only in the late stage of Qi training."

"Three thousand years ago, our Qingyun Temple was a well-known sect. It was only because of the curse of Tianyi Sect that it gradually declined to this point."

"After you have achieved the Great Perfection of Qi Training, you will go down the mountain to the Sea of ​​Mist. With your destiny, it is inevitable that you will find the Sky Climbing Vine. With the Sky Climbing Vine, we can use the laws contained in it to break the curse. Of course, you can also bring back the Demon Emperor's storage bag."

The old man spoke slowly, as if everything had been arranged, and his junior brother only needed to go down the mountain and take a walk, and everything would be easy.

The monk in black robe was distracted when he heard half of it. After the old man finished speaking, he hurriedly said, "Follow the order, brother. I will definitely bring glory to our Qingyun Temple."

The white-haired old man nodded happily, and soon he began to snore.

The monk in the black robe shook his head, focused on the Yuan and entered a state of cultivation.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

Early in the morning of that day, a drizzle fell from the sky, making the entire Qingyun Temple look wet.

The autumn wind blows again, and a chill spreads inside and outside.

Behind the main hall, next to the bamboo forest, a new grave was added. The monk in a black robe stood in front of the grave and said to himself: "Brother, do you remember that year when the master took us down the mountain..."

The monk in the black robe talked for a while, reminiscing about his childhood, interesting things that happened during their cultivation, and even recited the Danhuo Sutra.

At noon, the rain gradually stopped and a ray of sunlight shone down, shining on the newly carved tombstone.

At this time, the monk in black robe bowed and said, "Brother, I don't know if what you said is true, but since I promised you, I will definitely go to the Mist Sea."

"Go with peace of mind! If God blesses me, I will definitely make Qingyun Temple flourish."