I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Beijing.

Yan Xiu felt the violent shock and smoothed it out with a touch of his hand.

"Get carried away."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, very dissatisfied with the man's style of doing things.

He has only broken through to the Qiankun realm, but he dares to be so presumptuous. Those who don’t know him would think he is a powerful person in the Creation realm.

Although Fang Zhun had not yet reached the capital, Yan Xiu could already sense his presence.

Fang Zhun released his pressure unscrupulously, and Yan Xiu could feel it clearly even though they were far apart.

The last time he came, he only dared to see me as a clone, which made him seem timid and afraid of death.

Now, does he think that he has reached the Qiankun realm and has the strength to stand up straight and talk to Yan Xiu?

About a cup of tea later, Fang Zhun flew over the capital city with the pressure of Qiankun Realm.

Just as he flew into the sky above the capital, Fang Zhun's heart tightened. He suddenly felt a tremendous pressure far beyond his own, coming straight at him like a raging wave.

In an instant, Fang Zhun felt as if he was being ruthlessly swallowed up by an endless expanse of surging sea water.

The deep feeling of oppression was like the darkness and coldness at the bottom of the sea, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He felt unprecedented suffocation and despair.

His heart was beating wildly as if it was about to burst out of his body, and every beat was accompanied by an indescribable panic.

The overwhelming pressure was like an invisible giant hand, tightly strangling his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe and almost suffocating.

He felt as if he was surrounded by endless darkness. The bottomless darkness made him despair, as if he would never be able to escape this terrifying shackles.

At this moment Fang Zhun's fear reached its peak. He felt like he was in an endless nightmare, unable to wake up or escape.

The true energy in his body rapidly stagnated under the influence of this pressure, and his whole body instantly became stiff and fell from a high altitude.

It fell right in front of Yan Xiu's courtyard gate.

Fang Zhun's face was pale and he was sweating profusely. It seemed as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and he curled up into a ball.

But at this moment, he found that his realm had actually fallen back to the Hunyuan realm under the pressure of the aura that was like divine power.

He had finally reached the Qiankun realm with the help of those demon pills, but now he was beaten back to the Hunyuan realm. This sudden bad news almost made Fang Zhun collapse.

At this time Qing'er opened the gate and came to Fang Zhun's feet.

She looked down at Fang Zhun with a cold tone.

"You dare to be so presumptuous in front of our master. Killing you by one realm is the lightest punishment."

Fang Zhun's body was shaking like a dead leaf in the autumn wind. Every nerve seemed to be whipped mercilessly, and he couldn't stop the trembling like a sieve.

At this moment, his fear of Dao Zun had reached its peak.

Just the pressure he released was enough to destroy his cultivation level at the Qiankun realm.

If Dao Zun were to use all his strength, I'm afraid no one in this world would be his match.

"I know I was wrong, please forgive me and restore my cultivation."

Fang Zhun was unable to accept the fact that his realm had fallen. With fear in his eyes, he kowtowed towards the courtyard, begging the Taoist Master to restore his cultivation.

A hint of coldness flashed across Qing'er's eyes when she heard this.

Swish-!

Her slender five fingers swept across her waist, and the Shadow-Breaking Mother Blade broke through the air and cut off a few strands of Fang Zhun's hair.

"If you dare to say anything more, this will be your fate!"

Fang Zhun was horrified when he saw this.

I didn't expect that this seemingly young girl actually has the same level of Hunyuan realm cultivation as myself.

Fang Zhun immediately shut his mouth tightly, not daring to say another word.

After following Qing'er's footsteps into the courtyard, Fang Zhun quickly knelt down in front of Yan Xiu.

"Fang Zhun greets Dao Zun. What I did just now was because I got carried away and angered Dao Zun. I beg Dao Zun to forgive me!"

After saying that, he kowtowed several times.

Yan Xiu raised his eyelids slightly when he heard the words, glanced at him, and then turned his gaze back to the script in his hand.

"It is nothing more than a state of using external forces to force growth. It is a false illusion. If it is broken, it is broken. What is the pity?"

Fang Zhun was shocked. He didn't expect that Dao Zun could see through his true identity at a glance.

Despite this, he was still unwilling to give in, and kowtowed a few more times and said a few flattering words.

Yan Xiu's eyes darkened when he heard this, and suddenly swords formed by the Tiandun sword intent appeared in the courtyard.

The raging sword energy made Fang Zhun feel like he was falling into an icy cave, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

"What are you here for?"

Seeing that Dao Zun showed no signs of changing his mind, Fang Zhun felt hopeless.

Just as he was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of Qing'er's icy gaze.

In the end, he had to swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue and told the purpose of his visit to Da Yuan.

"In reply to Daozun's words, I came here this time on the orders of the island master, asking Daozun to come out and overthrow the Holy Sky Island!"

Qing'er was shocked when she heard this, and thought to herself, how could he come so soon?

Over the years, Qing'er also learned from her little master how powerful the Sky Holy Island is.

Not only has he been unable to find an opponent in his many years of roaming the desert, but he has also single-handedly suppressed all other forces so that they cannot raise their heads.

Due to the pressure brought by the Holy Sky Island, all the forces in Mo Hai have now united to avoid being annexed by the Holy Sky Island.

Although she didn't know why the island owner, as the head of the Holy Sky Island, wanted to do such a subversive thing, she believed that there must be many secrets involved.

As for whether there might be some conspiracy specifically targeting the Master, Qing'er didn't take it to heart.

With the great power of the Taoist Master, even if there was a trap, it would be impossible to trap Yan Xiu.

Yan Xiu, who was sitting under the Jianmu tree, did not show much expression after hearing Fang Zhun's words.

He just nodded slightly to show that he understood.

When Fang Zhun saw this and was about to tell him what the island owner had asked him to do, he was interrupted by Yan Xiu.

"I know about this matter, but I am not interested in your plan."

He put down the script and looked at Fang Zhun with an indifferent tone.

"If you have any plans, you don't need to tell me. I will show up when I am supposed to."

Fang Zhun looked into Yan Xiu's eyes, and for a moment his mind suddenly became dazed.

He couldn't help but shudder and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at it any more, for fear of getting caught up in it.

As for what Yan Xiu said, Fang Zhun not only did not dare to criticize it outwardly, he did not even dare to criticize it in his heart.

After all, this person was able to cut himself down a level with just a wave of pressure. Who knew if he had the ability to read people's minds?

"I will definitely convey Dao Zun's words to you."

After a while, Fang Zhun left the courtyard.

He mingled with the pilgrims going up and down the mountain and left the capital covered in cold sweat.

Under the Jianmu tree, Qing'er teased the babbling baby dragon and said without turning her head.

"Master, are you really going to go to the Desert Sea to overthrow the Holy Sky Island?"