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"The Tantai family also has a Mahayana patriarch and a Mahayana ancestor. Can what you say count?"

Tantaiyou then smiled and said:

"It counts, I have a better relationship with the Court of Justice."

……

Tianyuan City, Tiancheng District.

Happy home bunker.

Each of the eight great families has a bunker with a similar structure, with a large defense formation attached to the outside, and a small teleportation formation for escape, which is a defensive fortification built to deal with the war.

However, in the past 1000 years, no force has ever invaded the main city of Tianyuan City, so most of the eight major families transformed their bunkers into prisons, imprisoning some people who are not convenient to be imprisoned in the Daomeng Prison.

In the bunker of Hua Xu's family, a son of destiny who was raised since childhood was imprisoned.

It was a young man pinned to the wall with a tube all over his body.

The tube provides the purest spiritual power, and the five-element spirit-absorbing formation is also engraved on the lower abdomen.

His hair is messy, his facial features are like lakes, and he has long been tortured into a human form.

Especially the lower body, not only was cut off, but also imposed a prohibition against restoring the physical body, belonging to the formation-type body disabled Zhijian.

A middle-aged woman with a flamboyant body and arrogant appearance, wearing a Chinese robe, with a complicated step-shaking hairpin on her head, came to the bunker.

Seeing the man's blood and limbs, Hua Xu didn't feel cruel at all, but felt that he was too gentle.

Holding a long black and gold pipe, she knocked on the head of the imprisoned man.

"I haven't seen you for decades, and your cultivation level has only risen by a small level, and it's even just been distracted for a long time. Are you deliberately going against me?"

"How many times have I said that?"

"I watched you grow up. This seat appreciates your will. As long as you find a way to transfer the power of destiny to the Zhu family, not only will I not kill you, but I can also be my only Taoist companion..."

"Think about it, raising you to distraction, and even giving you the opportunity to serve this seat, is no regret for a tool person, right?"

"Tell me, what more do you want?"

The young man of Xuezhumo Lake, with his white lips moving, tried his best to speak, his voice weak and flies.

"It's not that I don't want to end this kind of life, it's just that the body of destiny you prepared is not much better than me. I want to give it... but I can't give it."

Hua Xu was slightly startled.

"Landaozi's devilish energy is close to the devil, isn't it pure enough?"

The young man said:

"It's worse than the devil's energy, but it's enough."

"The bigger problem is actually caused by Chenlong's demon blood."

"Dragon blood is useless, you need a living dragon pill."

When Hua Xu heard this, he suddenly became vigilant.

"Only Luo Tian and the Li family have this authority. Are you trying to harm this seat?"

The young man said:

"I heard that the demon alliance may come to prison in the near future... Maybe senior can..."

Hua Xu was startled, and subconsciously took a breath of refreshment.

Immediately, he unfolded the Mahayana consciousness, and repeatedly checked the young man's dantian and sea of ​​consciousness... but he didn't see anything tricky.

"How did you know about this!"

The young man said:

"Didn't the senior tell me?"

It was only then that Hua Xu remembered that he seemed to have come over to talk to him a few days ago, but he felt strange again...

"Tell me, what exactly is the power of your destiny, it is worth me taking the risk to get the dragon pill."

The young man smiled, and only then did he open a pair of eyes without a hole.

"It's illusion."

……

Arctic ice sheet, somewhere.

Daomeng's monitoring stations and patrol boats formed a circle around a hundred miles.

In the center of the monitoring circle, a middle-aged man in a black robe sat cross-legged on a towering glacier.

There is no spiritual energy here, nothing grows on the glacier, only the biting cold.

The black-robed man's facial features are as handsome as withering, and his body is like a rock. He has maintained the same posture for many years.

Thousands of swords hung upside down above his head, and the sword energy was like a waterfall, washing his body, but he completely gave up his defense.

This made his figure weathered and disintegrated, and only the straight crest Gu supported the whole body.

For decades, no matter who disturbed him, he would be hurt by the sword energy and could not get close.

At this moment, an old woman in black clothes and a white gauze on her head walked slowly, and her eyes like water flickered with flickering light.

"You don't need to be on guard anymore."

The black-robed man's heart was still like water, he didn't open his eyes, didn't speak, and accepted Jian Ling magnanimously.

Even, he is not practicing...

The black-clothed old woman came a foot outside the sword energy and did not take a step forward.

"I'm sorry for Ru Yan's death."

"But the holy seal can only protect the real immortal fetus. She forcibly leaves the fetus and will inevitably sacrifice herself."

"Back then, it was my fault to save Ru Yan, and it was my fault to let you both marry, and it was my intention to even give birth to a child. You don't need to blame yourself any more."

"The chaos is coming... get out of here."

The black-robed man remained motionless, unable to identify his Reiatsu, and couldn't hear his heartbeat and breathing.

It seems to have settled down.

The old woman continued:

"After you left, the Divine Prison Sect quickly fell into disrepair and was annexed by the Huali Sect. It soon declined together with the Huali Sect, and even the strongest Earth Demon Sect was wiped out..."

"The era of the Five Demons has come to an end, and the newest Son of Destiny has appeared."

"Do you still want to keep the spirit?"

No matter what the old woman said, the black-robed man remained silent.

The old woman thought about it and had to tell the truth.

"You and Ru Yan's child, named Lan Daozi, is now locked up in the Holy Maiden's Palace. Just like her mother, she was constantly drained of her demonic energy and tortured..."

Even so, the black-robed man still didn't speak.

So much so that the old woman almost thought he was dead, until she was about to leave and sighed casually:

"Li Xuanqing is already a Sword Saint."

The sword energy like a waterfall suddenly solidified.

The black-robed man slowly opened his blazing white eyes.

"is it?"

……

Tianyuan City, the open-air top floor of Tiandao Palace.

The white clouds are lingering, and the flying cranes are bursting.

In the misty clouds, there is a high mountain.

Bamboos and ancient pines grow on the mountain.

There is also a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

It is a very simple Sihe Gym, with a peach tree planted in the middle, with a trunk like a dragon knot, no leaves, only flowers.

The strange thing is that the flowers are falling all the time, but they can't finish falling...

The peach tree was born on a stone tablet that was broken and rejoined.

The white inscriptions were scrambled and recombined strangely.

This is the Tao that the head of the Tao realized in the inscription.

Although the reorganized inscription may not be accurate, it has promoted the development of spiritual tool technology, allowing the Dao Alliance to grow from a small organization that is not in the mainstream, and stand on the top of the Tianyuan Continent.

Under the peach trees, two old men are playing a game.

a brunette.

a white hair.

At this time, Yan Ji, carrying two cups of hot tea, slowly walked out of the Beiguan and came to the two old men.

"President, tea is here."

Her appearance and figure are not bad, but her posture and movements are a little stiff, and she does not look like a human being.

Dao Shou was wearing a gray long gown and holding a fan. His facial features were shriveled, his body was thin and his eyes were dark, giving the illusion that he was about to die.

The seemingly dry-eyed boy was secretly wandering around Yan Ji who was serving tea and watching chess.

"I heard that you went out to avenge the Chess Academy. You did a great job, Yan Ji!"

Dao Shou patted Yan Ji's mechanical wooden stick, Xing Fen said.

The one who played against it was a white-haired old man.

White-haired, immortal and ancient.

His eyes are also very perfunctory, as if only the body is left, and the real soul has long since flown out of the sky.