The Son of Heaven

Chapter 17 The Power of the Tao
In the woods, a team of monks were doing routine inspections. After they made a big circle, they found a place to start salting fish.

One of the long-haired men complained in dissatisfaction: "It's too much, we have already completed the search mission for this month yesterday, and the surname Zhang asked us to come again today, to see how bullying we are!"

A tall slender woman in the team persuaded: "Okay, okay, senior brother Zhang seems to be breaking through recently, every retreat is very important, and he can't get out, so please ask me to wait for him for a day."

The long-haired man still seemed angry: "What do you guys think about the sect master? It's been nine months. That man probably disappeared long ago, and he keeps looking for it. Isn't this a waste of the time of fellow Taoists?"

Most of the people in this team are monks from the other shore, and they have a high status in Chiyang Cave, and they have never been so 'tired' before.

When the long-haired man said this, they all clamored and agreed.

None of them expected that the "opponent" they had been looking for for several months was right next to them, watching them.

Shen Xuan hid around them, ready to deal them a fatal blow at any time.

At this moment, a few more people came from afar.

Before he arrived, a man said, "Sect Leader Dao Ling, stop searching for that young man, the whole team returns to the cave, let's go to practice."

"Great!"

The long-haired man said happily, and the monks in this team also celebrated one after another, unaware that they walked around the ghost gate.

After they left, after a while, Shen Xuan showed his figure and said in surprise: "No, shouldn't you be with me forever? This is not playing the cards according to the routine!"

Isn't it normal?Those villains fight with the protagonist from the underground to the sky for a little trivial matter, until they get the boxed lunch.

Isn't the profound meaning of the Shrouding the Sky just a word of "struggle"!

Shen Xuan touched his chin, then he was somewhat embarrassed about what he was about to do next.

In the morning, all the cultivators in Chiyang Cave were evacuated, which made other forces and casual cultivators unpredictable.

Shen Xuan was walking in the mountains and forests, and found that quite a few monks hadn't left, and many of them were monks of Dao Palace level.

"Roar!"

Inspiring fighting sounds could be heard in the distance, and upon closer inspection, seven monks were teaming up to deal with a white tiger.

The white tiger's eyes were ferocious, and a thunderous tiger's roar fell, followed by a soul-stirring divine sound, which reached directly into his mind.

This is the technique of sound killing, attacking people's spirits, and it is invincible. In terms of power, it is even louder than the previous roar of the demon ape.

Immediately, two monks who were a little weaker in cultivation fell to the ground bleeding from their seven orifices.

"Senior brother!"

The rest looked sad and indignant. Like Shen Xuan, they accidentally broke into the territory of a great Taoist demon.

This white tiger is three points stronger than that demon ape. They also have a Taoist monk here, but he is not the opponent of the white tiger. It takes several people to fight against the enemy. The longer the time, the more disadvantageous the battle will be.

When the situation was extremely critical, a figure appeared and stood in front of several people.

The few people were very excited at first, thinking that a master would come to help them, but the older Dao Palace cultivator was ashamed. He felt that the person in front of him had not reached the Dao Palace!
He said: "Fellow Daoist, let's go! I will stay and cover, please take care of my fellow disciples."

This person is naturally Shen Xuan, with his back turned to everyone, he looks very dignified: "No need, just watch how I deal with this sick cat with peace of mind."

The confidence in his words made the people behind him stunned.

The white tiger narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth and claws: "Humans, damn arrogant, go to hell!"

The white tiger's paw stomped the void, and more than twenty blood-stained spears gleaming with silver rushed towards the sky with a fierce aura.

These 28 spears are all formed by the white tiger's teeth, which are absorbed into the body on weekdays and sacrificed day and night, which can be called the strongest killing move of the white tiger.

The white tiger who was burned in anger directly sacrificed, and as soon as he broke out, he had the tendency to destroy the world in one fell swoop.

"Just try it on you."

Shen Xuan whispered, and as his voice fell, the world suddenly lost its color, and gusts of wind blew up, and with Xuan's wave of his hand, they bombarded the white tiger.

Before the 28 spears were even close to Shen Xuan's body, they were blown to pieces by the seemingly endless gust of wind, unable to pose any threat.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and the originally clear world suddenly became foggy, and everyone looked up at the sky in a daze.

"The power of Tao!"

The white tiger couldn't stop backing up, couldn't stand upright, his eyes were terrified, who was this young man in front of him, waving the avenue like a god.

"It's over, is this the only level now?"

Shen Xuan couldn't say how happy he was. Sure enough, only when he reached the realm of the Holy Master could he display the terrifying features of this physique. Now it's just a drizzle.

Shen Xuan lightly pressed his palm up, it seemed that he was rushing without any divine power, without any anger, but it made the white tiger change color, this palm had a breath of Tao, as if there was an invisible force covering everything, leaving him nowhere to escape.

The white tiger fell down straight and was crushed into a meat paste, making it hard to see that it was a big monster in the secret realm of the Taoist palace when he was alive.

The scene was silent, Shen Xuan let out a long sigh, and was about to leave.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay."

Shen Xuan slipped and almost fell, he turned his head and looked at the person who made the sound: "What did you just say?"

The middle-aged man in the secret realm of the Taoist palace was puzzled: "Huh? I asked the fellow Taoist to stay for a while, and I haven't expressed my gratitude yet."

Shen Xuan waved his hand: "No need, no need, just pass by."

A dozen or so yuan appeared in the middle-aged man's hand: "A small gift is not a respect."

"How embarrassing is that?" Shen Xuan readily accepted, his eyes glowed green, but they disappeared so quickly that the five of them didn't notice anything unusual.

Several people thought that Shen Xuan was a decent person, so they wanted to have a chat, and Shen Xuan just wanted to understand the surrounding situation, so they started chatting.

Several people came from a great sect in the southern part of Dongzhou——Taichu Sect. Four of them were outer disciples, and the middle-aged man was just a new inner disciple.

It is said that the founder of the sect, Gongcan Good Fortune, is an unrivaled king. It has been passed down for more than 4000 years, and the sect is still very prosperous, so even the supreme holy place has to be respected.

Shen Xuan thought to himself: The founder of this ancient religion is really bold, dare to use Taichu as the name, isn't he afraid of those ancient emperors coming to him?

Even if the ancient emperors had a big heart, but their descendants and the pilgrims of the ancient races learned about it, and wiped out the teaching of the early days in minutes.

You know, the ancient mine in the early days is the holy place in their minds. Shen Xuan dares to bet that without waiting for him to return to the Big Dipper, as long as he spreads it in the universe, the ancestor stars of the ancient royal family will be moved by the news. up.

I just don't know why the ancient people on this planet are not so excited...

Still don't care?
I guess I have never heard of it. After all, there are too many forces in this world, and the name is too disrespectful to the ancient emperor. If you are angry with this group, those ancient people would have died of anger.

"Fate is really big. It seems that the news about this ancient star in the world of mortals is really blocked."

In Beidou, no one should do this, right?
　I recommend a book by a friend, "The Journey to the Immortal Emperor", which is very innovative.

　　


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