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

Chapter 211 The cave appears, ninety-nine divine pillars.

Yi Chen looked at the young master, but before he could answer, Wen Renzhong stood up suddenly, and a crimson sword energy burst out of his body instantly.

The fiery sword energy submerged the young master's figure, rushed out of the door, and finally disappeared into the sky.

It was as if nothing had happened, and only a thin layer of dust on the ground proved that the young man had been here.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, this person disturbed our drinking pleasure, so I will take care of it for you. Come on, let's drink again." Wen Renzhong poured Yi Chen another bowl of wine with a smile.

Yi Chen looked at the handful of ashes on the ground speechlessly. He finally understood that others would rather go outside to drink the northwest wind in the woods than share a table with Wen Renzhong.

It's really a killer.

Now he doesn't even know whose hatred belongs to him...

The beautiful woman had a pretty face and walked quickly to Wen Renzhong: "Wen Renzhong, you know the rules of my inn. I don't welcome people who break the rules."

"If he doesn't spend a penny, he's not a guest. I didn't break your rules, Fairy Qing."

"You know me. If others don't mess with me, I will never kill them indiscriminately."

Wen Renzhong picked up the wine in front of him and drank it all in one gulp, then smacked his mouth.

"I hope there won't be a next time."

The beautiful woman looked at Yi Chen and Wen Renzhong hatefully, twisted her waist and left.

"Where did this Green Fairy come from?" Yi Chen couldn't help but ask after seeing a look of fear flashing through Ren Zhong's eyes.

"Hey, Brother Yan, how do you think this person compares with my cultivation?"

"Of course my fellow Taoist has stronger magic power, so he will die within three moves."

Wen Renzhong did not reply, but dipped his finger in wine and wrote the word Zhenjun on the table.

Yi Chen understood instantly.

If this person is not from a good family background, or the person who sleeps with her is very good.

But this person has come here to open a black shop, so I think the family background can definitely be ruled out.

What Yi Chen didn't know was that at the moment when he was thinking, Wen Renzhong was also rejoicing in his heart: "Fortunately, I made a decisive decision and killed that kid directly. Otherwise, wouldn't it mean that fellow Taoist Yan would be underestimated?"

"This boy is in bad luck."

"The boss has always said that I am too reckless. He doesn't know how quick I am."

At the thought of this, Wen Renzhong's chest puffed up slightly.

Life is so wonderful. Under Yi Chen's words, Wen Renzhong actually aroused that damn desire to win, and then the young master lost it.

If Yi Chen knew, he would probably be speechless.

At this time, he was also complaining in his heart: "The swordsmen in Taihang Mountain are really overbearing, and they can't even deal with me."

He doesn't even know who the young man's disciples will blame for this debt, but if he loves whomever he loves, if he is given another choice, he will still kill the eagle.

Qinglong Village in Taihang Mountain is located in the South Henan Province. It is a force formed by a group of casual cultivators who are extremely passionate about swords. It has since grown and grown. Although it is not among the top forces in the world, it should not be underestimated.

Just when Yi Chen was about to chat with Wen Renzhong about some interesting things, the sky suddenly dimmed, and there were waves of exclamations outside the inn.

"The treasure of the cave, this is the treasure of the cave, it has been born!"

"It turns out that it is really the treasure of the Zhenwu Temple that Lord Tianwen brought with him to break out of the siege. We are indeed deeply blessed."

Everyone in the inn rushed out one after another, and saw an extremely majestic palace floating in the sky on Qianzhou Peak, motionless, emitting thousands of feet of golden light.

This palace is about a hundred feet high, like a huge bronze vessel, exquisite and gorgeous, with complex runes and formations engraved all over its body.

The body surface is wrapped in a thick golden mask.

Among the crowd, a monk who couldn't restrain his greed activated his magic power and drove his escape light directly into the golden light film and disappeared.

With the first person to eat the crab, the other monks who wanted to wait and see suddenly couldn't bear it anymore and flew towards the huge palace one by one.

Yi Chenzuo stood behind the crowd and watched silently.

Regarding the first batch of people who entered, he did not think that these people were unwise and dared to rush in without knowing the situation.

Some people resigned and returned to their hometowns, while others rushed to the examination hall at starry night.

That's what's interesting about the world.

Everyone makes the optimal solution based on their own situation. The first batch of people who enter are basically minor cultivators who refine their energy and become gods.

There is only one who is an old monk in the early stage of the True Realm.

It's not that they don't know that doing so will take greater risks, but they have no choice at all. This is the tragedy of the weak.

Just like young people in previous lives, they seemed to have many choices and infinite possibilities, but in fact they only had one or two paths they could take.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, are we together?" Wen Renzhong grinned at Yi Chen. At this time, several real-person masters flew into the palace and disappeared. He couldn't hold it in anymore.

Yi Chen smiled and shook his head, and decided to wait and see again.

Only those with no capital have to play high-risk games. Zhenwu Temple is not the only opportunity in his life for him, so he will naturally consider it again.

"Okay, Brother Yan, we in Qinglong Village are not indecisive people." After leaving an incomprehensible word to Yi Chen, Wen Renzhong jumped up, his body filled with crimson sword energy, and disappeared into the light film.

Half an hour later, many monks in the inn chose to enter.

Yi Chen pondered for a while, and his figure disappeared into the air.

A moment later, an old man riding a ghostly cloud passed by high in the sky. He looked around coldly, then disappeared into the light film.

When the old man disappeared, Yi Chen's expression instantly became cloudy and uncertain, as if he was engaged in a battle between heaven and man.

Half an hour later, dozens more escaping lights entered the palace, including righteous demons, demons, ghosts, rigor mortis, and even an imposing person from the Zhen'an Division wearing a python robe.

Yi Chen couldn't bear it anymore. Many crimson dots went in. After waiting for so long, no one came out. He stood up with one foot, rose into the sky, and plunged into the golden light film.

As the world turned around, the human world changed.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Chen arrived at the entrance of a tall palace. Compared with the majestic palace, his figure was as tiny as an ant.

The four ancient seal scripts of the Zhenwu Temple shine brightly.

After staring for a long time, Yi Chen actually felt his eyes tingling slightly, which made him feel horrified, and he had a better understanding of the power of the Zhenwu Holy Sect in the past.

With a thought in Yi Chen's mind, the mind's eye reflection ability was activated. However, the mind's eye reflection ability, which had been strengthened several times, seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force in this hall, and it could only cover within three meters of the whole body.

After hesitating for a moment, Yi Chen firmly stepped into the palace gate.

After passing through the long corridor and entering a tall portal again, an extremely large hall appeared in front of Yi Chen.

Ninety-nine tall bronze sacred pillars rise from the ground, about 100 meters high. They are engraved with images of dragons, phoenixes and turtles, and ancient seal and silver scripts are embellished with a mysterious trajectory.

The bottom of each bronze sacred pillar is marked with a serial number, arranged neatly from one to ninety-nine.

At this time, the sacred pillars were already filled with monks. Those with strong cultivation were at the forefront and dominated one pillar. There were also people who formed a group and shared one pillar.

Wen Renzhong holds a Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand, which is awe-inspiring and sits on the ninth divine pillar.

With a thought in his mind, Yi Chen immediately moved towards a beautiful woman in a white dress who was around the third level of the Real Realm. This was the nineteenth divine pillar.

This woman is a graceful and beautiful woman with elegant temperament and charming charm in every move she makes.

"Fellow Taoist, do I invite you down or do you go on your own?" Yi Chen smiled and said to the beautiful woman in the white dress, his tone was gentle, but he sounded like a bully between the lines.

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