Taoist Master, Stop Fighting. The Heavenly Path Is Almost Destroyed

"Hey, it's a pity that our Hidden Dragon Temple is not crowded, otherwise..." With a sigh, Yi Chen slowly closed the window, with a look of regret in his eyes.

The room was instantly plunged into darkness.

Three days passed by in a flash.

Over the past three days, Yi Chen has been studying the changes in the body after the breakthrough every day, and has gained a lot, and his grasp of the subtleties has become more and more delicate.

"Junior brother, you are so kind to teach your disciples how to practice, especially Qingfeng and Mingyue."

"Senior brother, I will go to Yanzhu Peak again and will be back soon."

Yi Chen said to Qingyunzi, his tone was calm, not as murderous as the first time he went to Yanzhu Peak.

Ever since Zhen Gong broke through to the twelfth level, Yi Chen's mentality was no longer as eager as before.

Strength is a man's courage.

According to his estimation, his strength now surpasses that of Feng Linsu, and even against an ordinary ninth-level real-person monk, he would have to fight to know it.

Only he himself knows how powerful the true meaning of Wanhua is in blessing his true skills.

This true meaning is really in line with his true skill.

It is indeed the scripture that the fifth-divided Immortal God practiced before. It is indeed extremely domineering and difficult to deal with, which has greatly improved his purity.

Unless he is stronger than Yi Chen, if someone fights him fiercely, and combined with his weird devouring ability and damage reduction ability, Yi Chen can drag him to death.

This is the gold content of being able to compete physically while also doing high damage. If he has any shortcomings, it is speed.

"Senior brother, I understand." Qingyunzi squinted his eyes and saluted. Beside him were two little Taoist boys carved in pink and jade, Qingfeng and Mingyue.

Yesterday, with the help of Yueyindan, Yi Chen's stupid two junior brothers finally awakened spiritually and could practice.

"Senior brother, come back soon." Mingyue raised her little pink fist to show her strength.

"Senior brother, I can practice now. Don't underestimate me. I'm nine years old. I will definitely surpass you in the future." Qingfeng put his hands on his waist and looked bullish, which made Yi Chen happy. .

As expected of Qingfeng, he is very courageous.

Of course, even if he is not brave enough, he would not dare to jump into the dragon pool...

After waving his hand, Yi Chen rose into the air and turned into a stream of white light, heading towards Yanzhu Peak, the site of the Fire Worship Tao.

Along the way, you can see the blue sky, white clouds and green mountains.

More than an hour later, Yi Chen had landed at the foot of Yanzhu Peak.

At this time, many people have gathered under Yanzhu Peak. Most of these people are good people, spies from other forces, and cultivators who come here because of their fame.

It is outrageous enough that a small Fengyun County has a strong man at the top of the Dragon and Tiger Ranking who can kill Ba Dao with great force.

Now he has returned to destroy the Fire Worshiping Path, and killed Lie Yanzi, the chief elder of the Nether Fire Sect. Today, he even made an appointment with Yin Tianyin, the leader of the Nether Fire Sect, at Yanzhu Peak. His provocation is self-evident.

As soon as Yi Chen showed up, the crowd screamed.

Now his fame has already spread, and his deeds are being sung in many places outside the Dae Viet River North Road.

Many people are already discussing which one is stronger between him and Zhang Daoyi, the current leader of the younger generation in the Taoist sect.

"Master Yi, the leader has been waiting for a long time as promised. I wonder if I dare to go up the mountain?" An old man in red robe came to Yi Chen and said coldly, with a gray beard.

Judging from his aura, he looked like he was on the third level of the Real Realm. Yi Chen estimated that he must be the elder of the Fire Palace of the Nether Fire Sect, because his eyes were full of hatred, and he looked like he wanted to eat Yi Chen alive.

But Yi Chen liked the way he looked like he was mad with hatred but couldn't do anything about him.

"Yichengzi, I am..."

"Go away! I'm not interested in your name!" Yi Chen's eyes suddenly turned gloomy, and he glanced at the red-robed old man like a hawk. For a moment, he was so shocked that he staggered in front of everyone.

As if pushing aside a piece of garbage, Yi Chen strode onto the mist-shrouded Yanzhu Peak without even glancing at this person.

The abnormal mist on Yanzhu Peak at this time was obviously caused by the formation.

Although the Dark Fire Sect came as promised, it obviously also gave Yi Chen a question.

We are here, do you dare to come?

If Yi Chen had thought about it before, he would naturally not be afraid now that his merit had increased again.

The eagle dares to stand on the branches that grow along the cliff. It relies not on the strength of the branches, but on the strength of its own wings.

With a flash of his body, Yi Chen's figure disappeared into the clouds.

At this time, there were waves of exclamations among the cultivators watching from a distance at the foot of the mountain.

"Oh my God, I thought the rumors were exaggerated and untrue, but now I'm afraid that Taoist Master Yi's cultivation level is even higher than imagined."

"The person he just glared at turned out to be the sixth elder of the Hellfire Sect, Lie Wuxia. This person is the younger brother of Lie Yanzi who died at the hands of Taoist Master Yi."

"What a shame, this Hellfire Sect has actually set up a formation to prevent us from observing this meeting."

Yi Chen naturally didn't know what was going on outside.

The clouds and mist isolate the inside and outside, and are sticky and cold.

As soon as he entered the battle, he felt like he was being watched.

A faint feeling of threat lingered in his heart.

"It's interesting. This kind of old-established sect really has some tricks up its sleeve, and it can actually pose a little threat to me today. It's really interesting."

A sneer appeared on Yi Chen's face, but he was secretly on guard in his heart.

However, contrary to his expectation, no accident happened all the way to the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, under a big tree, an old man with a chessboard in front of him and wearing a white gown was sitting in concentration. He had obviously been waiting for a long time.

"Brother Taoist, you are really a master of art and a brave man. Please take a seat and have a plate." The old man opened his eyes, his eyes as bright as lightning.

Yi Chen looked up and down at the old man in front of him.

This man had a long white beard and a graceful appearance. If he changed clothes with him, Yi Chen would feel that he was the leader of the Hell Fire Sect and the person in front of him was a Taoist priest.

Just outrageous.

He originally thought that the painting style of the leader of the Underworld Fire Sect would be that of a gloomy old man, but he did not expect that he would be so easy to sell.

The old man's aura was as deep as the sea, and he didn't know what kind of secret method he had practiced. For a moment, Yi Chen couldn't tell the depth.

After thinking for a while, he made a big move and pulled the chessboard directly in front of him.

Yi Chen lifted up his Taoist robe, sat down on the ground, and said with his empty hand: "You can play chess, come here and play."

The old man chuckled, with an unknown look of regret flashing in his eyes, and came to Yi Chen with a smile.

"Does the Taoist move first or does I move first?"

"I will do my duty as a poor man!" Yi Chen took the lead and took the lead.

Negotiations are about momentum. Since the other party doesn't take the initiative to speak, he will play with him.

You must know that he also dabbled in Go in his previous life, and his chess skills were comparable to two eagles, that is, two war eagles.

The two of them go back and forth, there is no long test, they just keep making mistakes.

In the middle of the game, Yi Chen took the long test for thirty seconds and decisively made the eagle move.

The old man smiled knowingly. White made another move, and Yi Chen's dragon was in danger.

White's chess moves continuously, attacking the city and territory. At some point, Yi Chen's black chess actually fell into the siege of white's chess.

"Taoist Master, you lost. Your chess skills still need to be refined."

"Young people are still full of energy, and they fall into tight siege after a little temptation."

"Okay, let's talk about it. What's the explanation for the Taoist priest killing the elder of my religion?" The old man said with a majestic smile, like a celebrity.

Yi Chen thought again for dozens of seconds, sighed, and stood up.

The dragon-slaying sword is clearly in hand.

"Pindao didn't lose."

"My fellow Taoist is certainly very good at chess, but if I take out the Dragon-Slaying Sword, how will the Taoist move my move?"

The true yang soul, dragon and tiger form was revealed, and a four-meter-tall silver-white Taoist looked down at the old man with cold eyes.

A violent momentum rose into the sky.

Yi Chen would naturally not lose. As long as he beat the chess player to death, wouldn't he win?

"Uncle Master, come out."

As soon as the white-robed old man finished speaking, a series of coughs sounded.

An old man in black robes, who looked like a tuberculosis ghost, walked out from the trunk of the big tree in front.

The continuous coughing sounded like he was coughing out his intestines, heart and lungs, and he looked like he was about to die. However, as soon as this person appeared, Yi Chen's pupils shrank instantly.

The aura of this black-robed tuberculosis ghost was actually comparable to that of Feng Linsu. He was a real master at the eighth level of the real world.

Yi Chen immediately understood the source of the vague sense of threat and voyeurism he felt when he entered the mountain.

"Daoist Master Yi, what kind of explanation are you going to give me for killing the great elder of my religion?" The old man in white robe chuckled, as if he had a pearl of wisdom in his possession.

"My dear mother, the Holy Seal of Pure Yang opens up the sky!"

The Hellfire Sect is so shady that they even hid an old coffin in their arms.

With Yi Chen as the center of the circle, a red mist suddenly rose up within a diameter of twenty meters, and the Dao realm opened!

In order to cut off the 199 words in this chapter, which is not complete enough, I cut it off. I will post the remaining parts together tomorrow.

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