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

Yan Xiu pondered for a moment and called Qingluan.

Now Qingluan's body is a bit bigger than before. I'm afraid that in a dozen years or so it will be big enough to rival this courtyard.

Qingluan stood outside the gate of the courtyard, looking curiously into the yard.

Yan Xiu walked out of the courtyard holding the Soul Stone, came to Qingluan, and handed the Soul Stone to it.

Unexpectedly, after seeing the soul stone, Qingluan actually developed a strong resistance, took several steps back, and made a cry that Yan Xiu had never heard before.

There was obvious disgust and resentment in the voice, which surprised Yan Xiu.

Although Qingluan could not speak, Yan Xiu knew from the strong hatred it conveyed to him that this thing was definitely not a good thing.

It seems that the sacred beast of the Moon-Holding Holy Land is not as simple as it seems.

Yan Xiu waved his hand, signaling Qingluan to leave.

Immediately, the latter flapped its wings and flew into the air, fleeing away from here.

Yan Xiu returned to the courtyard and continued to question Hong Qingtian.

"Where is the exact location of the Moon-carrying Holy Land?"

Now that the headmaster Hong Qingtian has been defeated by him, the Xianyue Holy Land might lie dormant after learning about it.

After all, the head of the thousand-year-old holy land is no match for Yan Xiu, let alone the others.

If he didn't hide quickly, it would be difficult to escape when Yan Xiu came to visit him in person to settle the score.

"The holy land is located in a place called White Moon Valley, 700 miles north of the capital of Qingzhou in the Nanhua Dynasty."

Yan Xiu nodded upon hearing this.

Now that we know the location of the Xianyue Holy Land, we naturally have to go there.

Since the Xianyue Holy Land is an ancient sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, its heritage is certainly not just about a guardian beast.

Even though the headmaster was defeated and the guardian beast was captured by himself, his overall strength was greatly reduced.

But after all, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. If the Xianyue Holy Land is determined to avenge the headmaster, it would be easy for them to secretly trip up the Yuan Dynasty with their background and strength since the Yuan Dynasty is just in its infancy.

One of the reasons was that Yan Xiu was somewhat envious of the treasures that had been plundered from the Xianyue Holy Land over the past thousands of years.

An ancient sect that controls many surrounding dynasties naturally has countless rare treasures, and perhaps there are some that you need among them.

Another one is the martial arts skills of the Xianyue Holy Land.

At present, the martial arts secrets of all the sects in the entire Great Yuan martial arts world combined are probably less than one-tenth of those in the Xianyue Holy Land.

If this treasure could be obtained, the overall strength of the Yuan Dynasty would at least be raised by several levels, making it worthy of the status of an imperial dynasty.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiu made up his mind.

"What is the overall strength of the Moon-Bearing Holy Land?"

Hong Qingtian paused for a moment and then said, "Apart from this master, there is also a great elder in the Tiangang realm, more than 500 in the Tianyuan realm, thousands in the Xiantian realm, and countless masters in the Hua realm, as numerous as stars."

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiu was secretly astonished. It was indeed worthy of being the sacred place of the Moon that had been passed down for thousands of years.

In just one sect, there are thousands of people in the Xiantian realm and hundreds in the Tianyuan realm.

If this kind of power were placed in any dynasty, it would be absolutely supreme.

But Yan Xiu also knew that all this was only possible thanks to the offerings from many surrounding dynasties over the years.

If the Xianyue Holy Land relied on its own strength, it would be impossible to achieve such an achievement.

"Tell me in detail what is happening in the holy land."

Since you plan to play the long game and catch the big fish, you naturally need to know yourself and your enemy.

Next, Hong Qingtian began to talk incessantly about the situation in the Xianyue Holy Land, leaving out nothing, and only stopped after more than half an hour had passed.

"Write down all the skills you have learned and where you have hidden the things you have collected over the years as the headmaster."

Yan Xiu showed a harmless smile, but what he did was frightening.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Xiu felt that Hong Qingtian's value had been squeezed dry by him, so he shot a deadly stream of spiritual power into his body.

Suddenly Hong Qingtian began to tremble violently. All the acupuncture points and meridians in his body were broken by the violent spiritual power. His body suddenly went limp and he fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices and died on the spot.

The sect leader who had ruled the Xianyue Holy Land for decades and was above ten thousand people died in the capital of the Yuan Dynasty.

A flash of lightning shot out from Yan Xiu's fingertips and landed on Hong Qingtian.

Immediately, the latter's body turned into a pile of charcoal in an instant. As Yan Xiu waved his sleeves lightly, a strong wind blew up and his body was completely destroyed.

"Thousands of years of heritage, please don't let me down."

Yan Xiu walked to the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, looking gently in the direction of the Nanhua Dynasty.

Just as he was lost in thought, the long-awaited reward appeared before him.

[In the 19th year of Zhenghe, hundreds of martial arts masters from the Xianyue Holy Land tried to seize the Yuan Dynasty's destiny, but you killed them all. You successfully survived the killing calamity and received rewards: magic weapon, measuring ruler]

Yan Xiu closed his eyes, carefully comprehended the purpose of this magic weapon, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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When the news spread that the headmaster of Xianyue Holy Land was defeated by Dayuan Daozun, the whole world was shocked!

Everyone thought that this was just a battle in which the Xianyue Holy Land unilaterally crushed the Great Yuan Dao Zun, but they did not expect this to be the outcome.

The warriors who were able to witness this world-famous battle in the capital began to spread everything they saw.

First, an absurdly large full moon suddenly changed into a hideous vertical pupil, creating a thick fog, and then a five-finger volcano fell from the sky.

The most unbelievable thing was the Dharma Heaven and Earth that Yan Xiu manifested, which was several hundred feet high.

This scene caused all the perspectives that people who witnessed it to be shattered.

However, some warriors thought that the man was just bragging after hearing what he said. How could there be such a tall person in the world?

This must have been a publicity stunt created by the Yuan Emperor in order to publicize that the Taoist Master was a god descended from heaven.

However, although they said it, they actually felt a deep sense of awe towards the Great Yuan Taoist Master in their hearts.

After all, how could they criticize someone who was able to defeat the head of the Holy Land of the Moon?

Ordinary people may not know how powerful the Xianyue Holy Land is, but any warrior above the Tianyuan Realm can understand what the four words "Xianyue Holy Land" represent.

At the same time, they were also looking forward to the show.

The Dao Master killed the head of a thousand-year-old sect so easily. Will the Xianyue Holy Land mobilize all its forces to avenge the head, or will it just swallow its anger and keep its distance from the Dao Master?

For a time, the underworld of each major dynasty was in turmoil.

The Holy Land of the Moon.

The Holy Land today is very different than it once was.

The full moon hanging in the sky had long since disappeared, and the entire holy land fell into darkness.

Each of the disciples who were in a hurry had a look of deep anxiety on their faces.

When the news came back, everyone fell silent.

In the palace.

The great elder Bu Zuhua gripped the handle of the wooden chair tightly, his eyes were gloomy, and sweat could not stop oozing out of his palms.

Not only him, but all the elders of the holy land under his seat were like this, and their faces were heavy.

The entire hall fell into a terrifying silence, and some people were even more terrified, fearing that the Great Yuan Taoist Master would come to seek revenge.

"Great Elder, now that the headmaster has died at the hands of that fellow, what should we do now?"