Daoying

Chapter 726 Famous throughout the world
The whole place was dead silent; even the sea breeze was stagnant.

Fei Tong, a powerful being at the end of the transformation to the spirit world and one of the leading Taoist masters, actually died?
Xie Huan waved his sleeves, and the Nine Hells Dragon Suppressing Tower suddenly shook. The golden light at the bottom of the tower flowed like a whirlpool, swallowing up the blood-red petals floating in the sky.

At the critical moment just now, he gave up repairing his own body and used his true self-nature to recast the ancient treasure, which really caught Feitong off guard.

"stop!"

A loud shout broke through the air.

The black robe of the man fluttered as he took a step forward, and the murderous aura around him surged like dark clouds.

His five fingers formed into claws, and an invisible pressure came straight towards Xie Huan.

"Ah."

Jin Mu sneered, his green robe fluttering without wind, and a ray of clear glass light flew out from his sleeves, like a river falling from the sky, blocking all the evil spirits.

There was sarcasm in his eyes: "A Taoist hermit is also going to learn from the street scoundrels and overturn the table when he loses the bet?"

"Those blood flowers are——"

Gujie's face was as cold as iron, and he looked anxious.

"The fragment of Fei Tong's soul."

Xie Huan said calmly: "Since I won, I will take care of it."

Gujie's face turned ashen and looked extremely ugly.

But Jinmu had a sneer on his face and was staring at him and the others in Daoyin. He could only watch the last petal of blood sink into the bottom of the tower.

"ended."

Xie Huan took back the Nine Hells Dragon Suppressing Tower, stroked the tower lightly with his fingertips, and put it into his sleeve.

"Everyone, go back to where you came from."

Kaneki waved his hand, his green robe fluttering and his face grinning from ear to ear.

Everyone in Daoyin had a grim look on their faces. Frost Ci was the first to lose control. His eyes gleamed coldly like needles. He snorted coldly, and as his sleeves rolled up, his figure turned into an icy rainbow and flew away into the air.

Liu Mian followed closely behind, and before leaving, he looked at Xie Huan deeply with a complicated and incomprehensible look.

Yinlong, Tongtong, Jinhai, Moya and the others also left one after another. Only Jujie remained standing there, his black robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he said grimly, "It's best if Feitong is still alive, otherwise—"

He flicked his sleeves heavily, and his figure disappeared like black smoke, leaving only a wisp of murderous aura lingering for a long time.

The setting sun is as red as blood, dyeing half of the sky.

Xie Huan stood alone in the clouds, his green robe was torn, his face was as pale as paper, and suddenly his body shook, and he spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, and spots of scarlet blood scattered into the sky.

"Thank you!"

Jinmu's figure flashed and he was already beside him. His five fingers clasped his shoulders like iron clamps, and his spiritual energy surged in like a tide, checking for injuries.

Then he frowned and said in a deep voice: "The meridians are torn, the spirit is weak, and he is injured to this extent..."

Xie Huan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and uttered four words from his bloodstained lips, as light as a gossamer thread: "I want to go into seclusion."

Jinmu's eyes became stern and he said no more. He rolled up his sleeves and the two of them disappeared like smoke.

Only the elders were left looking at each other with different expressions, some were amazed, some were afraid, some were in deep thought, and they all turned into streams of light and dispersed.

The sea breeze howled, sweeping up the remaining smell of blood.

Everyone knows that the news of this battle will sweep across the entire Yuanyang Sea like thunder.

From then on, Xie Huan’s name was no longer that of a rising star, but a peak existence who was able to stand shoulder to shoulder with other heroes, or even surpass all other cultivators, and who truly controlled the situation in Yuanyang Sea.

……

A few months later, on the west side of Dragon God Island, the glazed pavilion of the Chamber of Commerce glowed golden red in the setting sun.

Shen Fajun had a formal smile on his face: "Mr. Xie has been in seclusion for a while, I will definitely convey your thoughts to you all."

He took the storage magic weapon and a gilded gift list handed to him by the other party, gently opened them and took a look, then put them into his sleeve.

This is already the ninth batch. After the battle with Fei Tong, the Dragon God Island was destroyed, and the major forces began to withdraw one by one after dividing up the benefits. Many of them prepared generous gifts before leaving, hoping to establish a good relationship with Xie Huan.

This matter fell on the shoulders of the Chamber of Commerce, and was collected by Shen Fajun.

"In this case, I will trouble you, Fellow Daoist Shen."

The monk opposite him clasped his fists and bowed, his sleeves fluttering in a show of respect, "If you have time to thank me one day, please come to Han Island. I will open a bed to welcome you."

After that, they exchanged a few more pleasantries before leaving.

Shen Fajun was just about to count the gifts when suddenly the jade pendant on his waist flashed and a golden pattern appeared.

"This is?!"

His expression changed sternly, and he pressed the jade token with his five fingers. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately turned into a green rainbow and flew away into the air.

In a blink of an eye, they arrived in front of an elegant pavilion, where they saw Xu Hong, Xu Wei and Xie Huan chatting.

Shen Fajun stepped forward and saluted: "Greetings, President, Miss, and Mr. Xie."

Xie Huan stood with his hands behind his back, his face as rosy as usual, and a gentle smile between his brows. However, when Shen Fajun's eyes touched, he felt that there seemed to be an abyss in the depths of that smile. He was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and dared not look at it any more.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, how are you?"

Xie Huan nodded with a smile.

"Thanks to you, Master Hongfu."

Shen Fajun bowed and presented the gift list, "The gifts of condolence from each island to you, young master, are all here."

Xie Huan waved his hand unceremoniously, put the entire gift list into his sleeves, and memorized it with a quick glance.

"This matter is over, it's time to leave."

Xie Huan turned to Xu Hong and said, "Please ask Emperor Shang to convey this to Daoist Friend Jin Mu and Emperor Jing."

Xu Hong nodded slightly: "I will leave Zhang Yunhua to Jing Huang. As for the Ancient Beast Islands..." He frowned slightly: "I don't agree with you going either."

It turned out that during Xie Huan's retreat, something unusual happened in the Ancient Beast Islands, and Jin Mu was ordered to go there. Before leaving, he asked Xu Hong to pass on a message, inviting Xie Huan to visit the Ancient Beast Islands after he came out of retreat.

Xie Huan naturally didn't want to get involved in muddy waters.

He said gently to Xu Wei, "Weiwei, please talk to the Emperor Shang. I'm going to go see Yan Wuya. See you later." After that, he left.

Xu Wei turned her body slightly, as if she wanted to follow, but finally she stopped and stood sideways, refusing to meet Xu Hong's eyes.

Outside the pavilion, bamboo shadows are swaying, and only Xie Huan in a green shirt can be seen moving away.

……

In a quiet courtyard on the west side of Dragon God Island, shaded by green bamboos, two men were fiddling with an ingenious mechanism in a stone pavilion.

The entire mechanism was carved with black crystal, three feet square, engraved with a Yin-Yang Pisces formation diagram, with a nine-inch bronze doll hanging in the center, and 360 miniature formation plates inlaid all around it. The sound of dragons and phoenixes could be heard faintly as the spiritual light flowed.

Yan Wuya pinched his fingers together and injected spiritual power into the puppet's chest. He saw the nine nested gears turning slowly. Every time a layer turned, a sound of gold and jade hitting each other was emitted, which coincided with the number of stars in the sky.

Mo Shu used his fingers as knives to carve spiritual patterns on the array plate. Every time his fingers fell, a ray of light would burst out and then disappear into the array plate.

This "Thousand Machines Questioning the Heart Box" was a work that the two of them created in their spare time.

After the battle with Fei Tong, the two heard that Xie Huan wanted to meet them, so they stayed on the island and waited.

Yan Wuya took out the core of the puppet he had treasured, while Mo Shu arranged the formation based on the Zhou Tian Xing Dou. The two of them showed their strengths, and in three months they had refined the mechanism to seven points.

Yan Wuya suddenly stopped and said with a smile: "Brother Mo's 'Myriad Array Hub' is truly mysterious. The 360 ​​array plates secretly match the number of Zhou Tian. It is three times more sophisticated than my 'Thousand Knots of Puppet Heart'."

Mo Shu shook his head and said, "Brother Yan is too modest. This nine-layer counter-rotating gear was made using a lost method of heavenly craftsmanship. Even if the ancient master of refining equipment were resurrected, he would be amazed by it."

Yan Wuya suddenly sighed, "Thank you, Daoist friend, you have been in seclusion for more than three months. I don't know when you will be able to come out."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them sensed something at the same time and looked outside hurriedly, only to see a figure in a green robe approaching.

(End of this chapter)