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

In the capital city.

Some warriors who did not escape with the crowd stared at Dayuan Mountain with wide eyes, their bodies stiff and their muscles tense.

There was disbelief in their eyes, as if they had seen a shocking scene that they had never seen in their lives.

Just as the blood prison of the Thirteen Ghosts was expanding, a mysterious and vast aura seemed to sweep across heaven and earth.

Everyone felt a jolt in their hearts, as if the whole world had become quiet.

The next moment, the blood prison that was a hundred feet in size and was swallowing up Dayuan Mountain suddenly stopped and froze in place.

I saw the blood prison twisting, squirming, and deforming wildly in all kinds of strange postures.

It was as if it was arbitrarily flattened and rounded by a pair of invisible hands. It looked like a hideous mass of flesh and blood, which made people's scalp tingle.

Then the huge blood prison suddenly shrank and was quickly sucked into the void, completely disappearing in front of everyone's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the pungent smell disappeared completely, and the pressure that had made everyone breathless just now suddenly eased, as if a huge rock pressing on their chest had been removed.

This sudden change made everyone stunned, not knowing what was going on.

Even Yuan Ge only sensed a breath powerful enough to destroy the world erupting from Yan Xiu, then sweeping towards the Blood Prison, annihilating the Thirteen Ghosts into the void.

As for the others, even Zhu Miao, who was at the peak of the Innate Realm, could not detect any aura at all.

In their eyes, it seemed as if the Thirteen Ghosts and the Blood Prison disappeared in just the blink of an eye.

Although no one knew what exactly happened, everyone understood one thing.

That is, even if they were as strong as the Thirteen Ghosts, they were still ruthlessly killed by the Great Yuan Taoist Master!

Suddenly, the entire capital city erupted in thunderous cheers.

The devout believers of Daozun knelt on the ground and kowtowed towards Dayuan Mountain, while the warriors were also impressed by Yan Xiu's methods and knelt down in the direction of Fuzhen Temple with sincere conviction.

While everyone was still in shock, Yan Xiu had already returned to his own courtyard.

He sat cross-legged under the Jianmu tree, meditating and practicing.

The spiritual energy consumed by the Ten Directions Nirvana exceeded his expectations. Similarly, this power also made Yan Xiu feel very satisfied.

I'm afraid that the Thirteen Ghosts had died without realizing anything, and that is indeed the case.

Feng Zheng and others had no idea what was happening and they died.

The next day.

The riot caused by the Thirteen Ghosts' intrusion into Dayuan Mountain in the capital had long since subsided, leaving only the common people, dignitaries, warriors and businessmen still chattering about how they died.

After all, 99% of the people at the time felt as if they had been distracted for a moment, and when they came to their senses again, the arrogant Thirteen Ghosts and the horrifying Blood Prison had all disappeared into the void.

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[In the fourth year of Zhenghe, the Thirteen Ghosts of the Xianyue Holy Land were ordered to come and kill you, but you wiped them out with your powerful strength. You successfully survived the killing calamity and received the reward: magic weapon, Heavenly Thunder True Fire Fan]

Yan Xiu flipped his right hand and took the Heavenly Thunder Fire Fan in his hand.

The shape of this fan is very unique, and the fan surface is made of divine feathers.

The feather tips are a fiery red, representing flames, while the feather branches below gradually transform into purple and blue.

The fan handle is as smooth as jade, and I wonder what rare treasure it is made of.

When this magic weapon is activated by spiritual power, it can cause thunder and fire from the sky and the earth, and even summon a roaring gale that is enough to destroy everything.

Yan Xiu left the courtyard holding the Heavenly Thunder Fire Fan and arrived in the sky hundreds of feet above the ground.

He mobilized a trace of spiritual power in his body and injected it into the fan, then waved it gently.

Rumbling--

Suddenly, the sky in front of him darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and huge energy was brewing in the dark clouds.

The next moment, deafening thunder and raging roaring wind appeared before his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the area ahead became an absolute restricted area, and anything that entered would be ruthlessly destroyed.

If a weapon of this power really landed in a city, it would definitely cause heavy losses.

And this is only when Yan Xiu has mobilized less than 10% of his spiritual power.

If he used all his strength, even the largest provincial capital in the Yuan Dynasty would probably be ruthlessly razed to the ground.

Yan Xiu was very satisfied with the experiment at this point. He put the Heavenly Thunder Fire Fan into his sleeve and left.

August.

Small-scale conflicts have already begun between Da Yuan and Taicang, but the commander of Taicang does not seem to have any intention of attacking and seems to be waiting for some news.

The arrival of Tang Yu boosted the morale of the Yuan army. After all, he was the disciple of Dao Zun.

The Yuan commander also took this opportunity to make a big publicity and sent people to deliberately spread the news that Tang Yu was carrying a treasure bestowed by the Taoist master that could turn the tide of the battle.

As expected, as the news came out, the Taicang army once again caused a camp roar.

Although Commander Taicang tried to stabilize the morale of the troops, he also knew that if this dragged on, his side would be defeated by the rampant rumors before the two armies even faced each other.

On this day, a mysterious guest came to the capital.

Zhu Miao walked over quickly, bowed in front of Yan Xiu and said, "Dao Zun, there is a guest outside the mountain gate, who claims to be from the Dongyun Dynasty."

In fact, Yan Xiu had already discovered it when that person stepped into the capital.

Although he tried his best to suppress his cultivation at the peak of the Innate Realm and tried to make himself look like an ordinary warrior, he could not escape Yan Xiu's consciousness at all.

However, although this person was sneaky, he did not do anything out of the ordinary, so Yan Xiu did not take any action to suppress him.

"Let him come."

"Yes."

Zhu Miao responded and retreated.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhu Miao led the man to Yan Xiu's courtyard.

The man was dressed in a white shirt, holding a book, and was well-mannered. He exuded a scholarly air and was obviously a scholar.

When he saw Yan Xiu in person, he was stunned like many others, and the same idea came to his mind.

This Dayuan Daozun looks so young.

But then he straightened his expression, came to Yan Xiu, bowed and said: "Junior Qiu Liang, from Lingxu Palace of Dongyun Dynasty, greets the Great Yuan Daoist Master."

Dongyun Dynasty?

Yan Xiu thought about it for a while and then he knew the general situation of the Dongyun Dynasty.

Over the years, while merchants from the Yuan Dynasty traveled to neighboring countries to trade, they also brought back some intelligence for the Yuan Dynasty.

As one of the most powerful dynasties in the north, the Dongyun Dynasty is naturally much more powerful than the current Yuan Dynasty.

Although the Yuan Dynasty had achieved great results in successive years of war, it only appeared powerful when compared with several surrounding dynasties with weaker national strength.

I just don't know what the Lingxu Palace, the state religion of the Dongyun Dynasty, is doing here by sending Qiu Liang.

"Dongyun Dynasty, it seems that your background is not simple." Yan Xiu said softly.

Qiu Liang hurriedly said he didn't dare and lowered his posture.

"What brings you here?"

Qiu Liang smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "I came here this time to sincerely invite you to join my Lingxu Palace and become an elder in the palace."