Sky Surveying Demon Hunt

Chapter 745

On Panlong Mountain, in front of the Qin family's ancestral mausoleum.

Emperor Mian looked at the dragon of luck hovering in the sky, and gradually became fascinated.

He remembered that when he was in Tianjing City, he was selected to be the Great Qin Emperor, and had to put down his cultivation and come to the capital.

After a few decades, he abdicated, and according to the Qin family's thousand-year-old rules, he went to Panlong Mountain and became the so-called clan elder, guarding the Jiulong Terrace.

Also because of Jiulongtai, his already abandoned cultivation base has improved by leaps and bounds.

This is the place where the Great Qin Qiyun started, inherited, and merged, and it is the closest place to the Kyushu Dragon Vessel.

This place is blessed by nature, and as the emperor of Great Qin, he was blessed by luck, and he didn't care about the so-called shackles of luck.

So he became a great power in the late stage of Taoism, but his whole life was also locked on this Panlong Mountain.

He has no hope of success in this life.

thump.

He raised his rotten hand and touched his face, feeling countless wrinkles that didn't exist.

"Yes, but not many." Si Wuming chuckled lightly, and he didn't quite understand the matter, "But no matter how spiritual it is, the dragon veins have to operate according to the rules of the way of heaven, and they must not exceed half a step."

"How great was the Lord Sizhu back then. With the great wishes of heaven and earth, Daqin had to share his luck, thus achieving the glory of Jiantiansi for thousands of years. But it is only a thousand years. The people of those days are still alive today. The position has already returned to the ashes to the ashes, and even the things left behind have become worthless."

"More than that, Taoist gods and humans exist, and Buddhist Bodhisattvas also exist. Isn't the Alaya consciousness almost completed? It took him thousands of years and consumed the flesh and blood of tens of millions of people in a state to forge it A new body."

Hearing the sound, Si Wuming stood still, but turned his gaze slightly.

"If the old man's way of cutting is still there, no matter how powerful your Si Wuming is, the old man will not be afraid, and it will always make you a little bit embarrassed. Why is it like this at this moment, like a waste, a waste."

Qin Mian nodded slightly.

"Even the Heaven Supervisor Seal is in your hands. Heh, Jian Tiansi's Dragon of Luck has returned to the space between heaven and earth. This Heaven Supervisor Seal is just an ordinary seal now."

The blade fell to the ground.

"No boring."

Every time he took a step forward, Qin Zheng's aura would weaken a bit.

"You mean spiritual wisdom?"

He raised his head, but saw a man in black, holding a big seal, walking slowly towards the Zu Ling.

At the same time that Emperor Mian died, a shout of anger sounded from the imperial mausoleum.

But Daocheng is so difficult. His late stage of Taoism is already a state that countless monks in Kyushu have never even dared to think about in their entire lives.

The real Ninth Realm is indeed far away, so far that even people like Si Wuming can't understand it.

"Just like the existence of those ninth realms, they are still them, but they are no longer them."

"What am I in the eyes of the Qin family?"

Si Wuming's tone became a little admirable.

The Jiantian seal fell to the ground, but it couldn't even bear the force, and it was broken into seven or eight pieces.

"This is the Way of Time, it's really amazing."

"So it's not the ninth realm of the divine way, but the great freedom? Taoist heaven and man realm, Buddhist Bodhisattva realm?"

Qin Zheng fell to the ground.

Si Wuming didn't hide, it was Qin Zheng's weakness that caused the sword to deviate, even Si Wuming was less than one meter in front of him, but he still couldn't even swing the sword.

Then I saw Qin Zheng getting closer and closer to him with a big knife in his hand.

"So is there really only God in the Ninth Realm? Gather beliefs, be recognized by Heaven, and become a god?"

It was the old Qin Zheng from the peak Taoist realm of the Qin family. Since he came to Panlong Mountain last time, he has stayed here, guarding the Nine Dragon Terrace in the imperial mausoleum with Qin Mian on the outside and inside.

"Above the Nine Heavens Divine Dao, it is too illusory, not to mention the realm of heaven and man, even if Daocheng is in front of him, it is enough to make people despair."

"It's been a long time since I've had a proper conversation on this mountain, and a few words of small talk has become an extravagant hope. What do you think you have cultivated in this practice?"

Emperor Mian smiled, but his voice became lower and lower.

"Yes, Master Lan Ting." Emperor Mian looked up at the sky, looking at the cloudy sky.

"Si Wuming." Emperor Mian revealed the identity of the visitor.

"He abandoned his Bodhisattva fruit status and picked out his own Bodhisattva bone. He wanted to replace the flesh and blood of the tens of thousands of people with Bodhisattva bones. If he was really allowed to become a Bodhisattva, he would have reached the Bodhisattva realm. An arhat, an arhat with the body of a bodhisattva."

"Fortunately, he died in Weizhou, and died on his own goodness! If not, he will be the closest person in the world to be free."

"Lanting." Si Wuming said.

"He is too stalwart. As a Dao Chengjing monk, he is willing to be bound by the heavens and make great wishes. He gave up his freedom and freedom in exchange for the stability of Kyushu for thousands of years. It is a pity that the dragon veins of Kyushu took revenge on him and rewarded him with a share of the dragon veins." For the great enmity of the three. Si Wuming, do you think the dragon veins of Kyushu have spirits?"

When he finally came in front of Si Wuming, he was out of breath, and finally swung the sword with all his strength.

"A daring lunatic who dares to break into the tomb of my Qin family's emperor, he will die!"

He seemed to be regretting that he had lost the Dao weapon and cut the Dao, and he also seemed to hate himself for being weak.

Emperor Mian nodded.

"Yes." Si Wuming nodded, and left the big seal casually.

After the words fell, a tear fell from the corner of Qin Zheng's eyes.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Emperor Mian sighed softly.

Emperor Mian's eyes fell on the big seal in Si Wuming's hand again.

"What's the name of that Lord Sizhu?" Emperor Mian asked a little confused.

Emperor Mian lowered his head and saw that his hands were rotten.

It is the root of the current disaster in Kyushu, the master of the Hall of Eternal Life, Si Wuming.

Emperor Mian completely lost his breath.

His head drooped weakly, but his neck could no longer bear the weight, so that his head fell to the ground, his flesh and blood decayed, and only the skeleton was left looking up at the sky.

His body also fell down, only a crisp sound was heard, his flesh and blood were also withered, under the clothes, only bones remained.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Si Wuming, with dissatisfaction written all over his face.

As for him, he only had his current cultivation with the help of the dragon veins, and he was not worth mentioning in front of Si Wuming.

"If it wasn't for the old man's dying years, how could I have let you succeed so easily?!"

Da da da..
Rhythmic footsteps sounded beside his ears.

"Yes."

He sighed deeply, expressing his endless helplessness.

clang.

Bang.

"This deity doesn't know, this deity can't even touch the edge of heaven and man."

What he thought in his heart eventually became a puzzle that could never be discovered, because with the tears in the corners of his eyes, his eyes also lost their spirit.

But Si Wuming didn't even bother to look at Qin Zheng's corpse, he stepped forward and walked towards the imperial mausoleum.

Just after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

"I know, how can it be so simple."

(End of this chapter)