Shrouding the sky: Slashing the world of mortals with a sword, becoming the strongest empress

In the Dao Palace borrowed from the woman, the vague figure slowly stood up.

Every point higher, the weirder aura around you becomes stronger.

That is definitely not the Tao me recorded in ancient books!
There were blood and tears flowing out of Nan Xiao's eyes, and she was a little confused.

Even though she recited the Qingling Xuan Sutra silently in time, she could barely calm down her uneasy heart.

Because it was mentioned many times in those practice records that there were five gods in the Taoist palace, and they sat in the five mansions.

If the scriptures you practice are profound, you can even transfer from the five elements to yin and yang, transforming the living and passing self into the Tao self.

Those who live in the present must have a past and perhaps a future.

Therefore, the past is the present moment that was once established, and the future is the countless present moments that will follow.

But whether it is the Tao Self or the Lost Self, they all exist because of the current cultivator.

In other words, generally speaking, they should look similar.

Nan Xiao was not reminiscing, but instinctively felt that the figure hidden deep in the woman's palace did not look like the woman herself.

The figure is rickety, definitely not the curves of the woman in the ring, but more like an old man.

She originally thought that Zhao Daben, who had learned Xiao Qianye's true intention, would win, but at this time she seemed to be changing her mind.

The figure was very blurry, and Nan Xiao still couldn't see it clearly in the eye technique used by Nan Xiao using the Qingling Xuan Jing, and even easily distracted his own vision.

Now, it's going to be a big deal.

High in the sky, Li Taiqing decided to take action. He was afraid that the woman in the audience had attracted someone who should not be messed with.

Wearing the heavy treasure of Qingya Blessed Land, there were spiritual deer leaping down from the green robes one after another, and countless white cranes swooped down to the ring, wiping away half of the increasingly fierce Jin Xing's vigor.

If people were still worried about Zhao Daben's overestimation of his capabilities before, now, they need to take that worry back.

Even the headmaster in the sky took action, so naturally there was nothing for Zhao Daben to do.

But how could Zhao Daben, who had chopped off people's hands and broken off their arms and was now full of murderous intent, be a weakling who only knew how to hide behind his seniors?
Taking advantage of the flying crane and spiritual deer in the green robe of Qingya Paradise Headmaster Li Taiqing to block the strange figure that had just revived, Zhao Daben decided to capture the thief and the king.

The woman who was not beautiful to begin with is now mentally and physically broken.

In the borrowed Taoist palace, there is an unimaginable and terrifying existence.

In just an instant, she lost control of her will, and only her body could barely stand.

It sways even in the absence of wind, just like a withered lotus that is about to fall off.

Nan Xiao's gaze almost became reality, and the mountains and rivers in his eyes continued to disintegrate, and then were continuously recast by the Qingling Xuan Jing.

Every time the mountains and rivers are broken, Nan Xiao will shed tears of blood.

But Nan Xiao didn't care. She had experienced extreme pain and was completely reborn, so this small injury was nothing.

What's more, she had a premonition.

Nan Xiao will definitely encounter the strange black shadow hidden in the unknown Dao Palace in the future.

This kind of premonition is a transcendent intuition that surpasses common sense judgment. It is a flash of wisdom that allows us to see into the future.

Just when Nan Xiao was about to use the Seven Steps of Zongshen to get closer to the ring, he suddenly stopped.

High in the sky, the headmaster of Qingya Paradise, Li Taiqing, flew lower and lower, and the green robe on his body almost faded to white.

Flying cranes swoop, spiritual deer collide, and plump golden ears of rice sprinkle the Grain Rain that truly fits the name.

In the Tao Palace, which symbolizes the divine possession of the lungs, the mysterious figure stands higher and higher.

But then, the silhouette of the figure trembled suddenly, as if there was an invisible force forcing him to lower his head.

The mysterious figure had barely stood up when it was pushed down to the lowest level by an inexplicable presence, almost falling to its knees.The woman staggered, as if she had lost her support and almost fell down.

Fortunately, she came back to her senses in time, balanced with her palms, and then quickly gathered her soul, cutting off the connection with the mysterious Taoist palace behind her.

At this point, the figure could no longer hold on and gradually disappeared into the void.

Vaguely, Nan Xiao seemed to hear a low roar, which seemed to be saying something.

Even if Nan Xiao strained her ears, she could only hear the word "fairy".

The Taoist palace inhabited by a mysterious figure came and went even faster.

When Nan Xiao looked across the mountains and rivers again, the figure had completely disappeared.

Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Li Taiqing, the headmaster of Qingya Paradise, and even the many elders behind him who were frantically helping him infuse his divine power breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Just when the woman regained consciousness and regained control of her body, there was an extremely bright flash of light.

On top of the arena, a foot-thick cyan lightning struck straight down.

The sparks that burst out were far hotter than ordinary flames.

And among those electric sparks and flints, before the woman could react, her chest was almost pierced by a bolt of lightning.

If it weren't for the health protection on his chest, he might have died by now.

But even so, the woman was lying on the ground with blood bleeding from the corner of her mouth, her breathing was weak, and she was running out of air.

High in the sky, behind the peaks of the Blue Cliff Blessed Land, stood a group of secondary elders or Dharma Masters.

At this time, an old woman rushed down with a worried look on her face. In a panic, she injected the life-rich power of Mu Xing into the dying woman, and took a life-saving pill for her.

"Brother Headmaster, I need an explanation."

The old woman summoned a few relatively loyal disciples and asked them to help her refine the life-sustaining elixir in her body.

Then she leaned on the green bamboo cane, as if rooted in the ring, and looked up at the slowly descending headmaster Li Taiqing and the group of elders and Dharma transmitters behind him.

Zhao Facai, who almost fell off the divine rainbow not long ago, after delivering a large amount of divine power to the head coach Li Taiqing, now rested weakly on the back of his disciple Zhao Daben and squinted his eyes.

But even so, he still sacrificed the pagoda and completely enveloped the arena.

I don’t know how long it took, but a corner of the pagoda was lifted from the inside, attracting curious people outside the venue to look at it.

The old woman had a sullen face, and there was heat in her breath, and she led her disciples to fly out of the ring angrily.

Immediately afterwards, Qingya Paradise Headmaster Li Taiqing walked out calmly, but the green robe on his body completely turned white.

Cheng Jiao, who was usually quite lively, almost had sadness in her eyes.

The twin immortal seedlings from several generations ago, Huang Yingcai and Huang Junjie, all had grimaces on their faces and their mouths turned down.

Han Jian seemed to be the same as usual, his thin lips pursed slightly, half-smiling.

Zi Weiying's originally beautiful and charming face was now only cold and dead white, without a trace of blood.

The white-haired Zhao Facai could not tell whether he was happy or angry, but he was holding the tip of a small tower softly in his hand.

The long-dried blood on Zhao Daben's face had now turned into crack-like crumbs.

As he walked, the blood on his face was blown away by the wind, and then fell.

Everything inside and outside the ring, inside and outside the mountains and rivers, was completely silent.