Bone Taoist

Chapter 694 The Age of Great Conflict
The clouds in the sky were torn apart by the two people's domineering magic power, as if they were cut in half abruptly, like an inverted rift valley, and clouds and mist splashed down like a waterfall. The scene was very spectacular.

Jiang Yijing looked at Han Kan with disdain and murderous intent.

She slowly raised her foot and took another gilded step forward. The sound of a dragon's roar resounded in the sky. The overbearing magic power was like the sea, stirring up huge waves under Jiang Yijing's feet, covering an area of ​​​​a hundred miles.

Rumbling--

Several mountains were crushed into powder in an instant, the earth veins were buzzing, and gravel and dust rose into the sky, with a terrifying sound and movement.

"Your Excellency has great powers and is the chief of a sect. Why do you have to make things difficult for ordinary disciples?" Han Kan seemed very calm and looked at Jiang Yijing calmly.

He flicked his sleeves, and his purple palace opened up, with inky black magic power emanating out.

This magical power seemed to have the ability to move a large object with a small force, and Han Kan evolved it into a sky-high seal that enveloped everyone's head.

boom!
The True Dragon Steps stepped down brazenly and landed on the black seal, but it did not break through it at the first time. It was like stepping on a swamp, and 80% of the domineering magic power was removed.

But even so, the surrounding ground veins still collapsed in an instant, and evil spirits like dragons and tigers continued to gush out.

"Quickly retreat!"

Han Kan turned around and said to everyone.

Almost all the disciples of Qiandao Pavilion and Chongyang Lake were killed, leaving only a few people. Upon hearing the words, they immediately wanted to escape.

However, Jiang Yijing had no intention of letting them go. He used all his Taoist magic and slashed down with his golden sword. He used Han Kan's seal to shock those people so much that they bled from all seven orifices, their Taoist bodies collapsed, and half of his disciples died on the spot.

Seeing this, Han Kan's expression also became a little gloomy.

"None of you want to leave, including you, Han Kan." Jiang Yijing shouted coldly in her black robe, her eyes shining with gold. She obviously recognized Han Kan, who was also a disciple of the Falling Star Sea. Even if he did not work in the Divine Religion in the future, he would have to take over the position of the head of the family when he returned to the family.

"Are you a disciple of the Tiannan Jiang family?"

Han Kan looked at Jiang Yijing, suddenly raised his eyebrows and said with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Jiang Yijing's face trembled, as if she recalled some old memories that touched her sore spot. She clenched her hands tightly and responded to Han Kan with another True Dragon Step. The terrifying gilded power was so overbearing that it shattered the surrounding space and countless chaotic energies poured out.

"I no longer have to wonder why Brother Jiang hates my Divine Religion so much. It turns out the source is here." Han Kan's eyes were gloomy and he sneered.

"You...and everyone in your clan deserves to die!"

Jiang Yijing clenched her teeth and her eyes were trembling.

She suddenly stepped into the air and attacked. Due to her fast speed, a sonic boom was heard. A huge wave of golden magic power was surging, cutting through the sky like a celestial being.

She stretched out her Nascent Soul hand that covered the sky and grabbed Han Kan. For a moment, it covered the sky. Her terrifying posture was terrifying.

Han Kan responded calmly. He formed a magic seal with his slender hands, and from the seal, a huge black dragon roared and galloped.

The Han family of the Falling Star Sea follows the path of magic. Their methods are so strange and changeable that even the people in the Han family find it difficult to grasp the essence of them.

The black dragon opened its huge mouth with fangs to respond, and actually swallowed up a lot of Jiang Yijing's real dragon power. The latter's beautiful eyes twitched, and she grabbed the golden sword and slashed towards Han Kan's neck.

The speed was extremely fast, and it hit Han Kan in the blink of an eye. The latter's face was pale and bloodless, like a corpse.

The black mist surrounding the Taoist body rippled and gradually dissipated like bubbles, and then reappeared a thousand feet away. His escape method was so strange that it was hard to find any trace.

"Hundreds of years ago, my Divine Religion razed a small family in the southern continent of the Burial Immortal Sea. Which family do you come from?"

Han Kan smiled.

The location of the small family's clan territory is some distance away from the Burial Sea of ​​Immortals, but it is also within the sphere of influence of the Divine Religion. However, they have never submitted to the Divine Religion and were accidentally discovered by the elders in charge of the sect. So the bishop sent several elders and some disciples to clear them out.

The reason why Han Kan knew it so clearly was because it was the elder of his Han family who led the people there.

Such matters were nothing but trivial matters to the Divine Religion. The Jackdaw Divine Religion acted in an overbearing manner, and countless families and sects had been trampled upon over the years. Some small families and sects were not even recorded in the Divine Religion's case files.

hum!
Jiang Yijing's hands were shaking as she held the golden knife. As for the Divine Cult, many people did not care, and even 90% of people did not know that there was a Jiang family in Tiannan. But for Jiang Yijing, this was an indelible memory in her life that she could never forget or let go.

That year, when her family was destroyed, she was still young and her biological parents died in front of her.

Since her family elder risked his life to take her away from Tianming, by chance she met people from Longshou Mountain at the border of the three continents in southern Xinjiang. After that, Jiang Yijing took great pains to become a disciple of Longshou Mountain. She lay dormant for many years, and after she achieved success in Taoism, she did so in order to avenge her family one day.

She has been enduring it, because she knows the strength of the Jackdaw Cult very well. It would be extremely difficult to destroy such a heritage, but with the help of great times and war-torn times, there might be a glimmer of hope.

"One day, I will charge into the Falling Star Sea and kill all the members of your Han family." Jiang Yijing said with a cold tone and eyes as sharp as knives.

"I'm waiting for that day."

Han Kan raised his eyebrows. Seeing that the Han family's disciples had left, he had no intention of fighting to the death with Jiang Yijing here.

His purpose of coming here is different from Chu Qianchao's. He came here to seek opportunities.

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Kan used his escape technique to leave. In an instant, his breath disappeared as if he had merged into the void and darkness. It was extremely strange.

Jiang Yijing frowned slightly, and searched around with the dragon's energy, but found no trace.

"Senior Sister Jiang, please lend a helping hand to Senior Brother Zhang and kill Chu Qianchao here!"

At this time, a disciple from Dayan Tiangong flew over and bowed.

"With Zhang Tianlin's magical powers, why should I help him? I guess he doesn't want me to interfere."

Jiang Yijing said something casually, then stepped directly on the mysterious energy and escaped at an extremely fast speed.

……

Two days later, the secret treasure was found in the southern Linyuan City.

Inside the central cave, Ye Zang sat cross-legged on a cushion with an empty mind.

The power of his soul quietly rippled out, and from the top of his head, an invisible mark of yin and yang consciousness evolved. With every breath, his soul sometimes left his body and sometimes returned to it.

“It’s so ethereal, as if I could step into that world at any time, yet it feels so far away and out of reach.”

Ye Zang opened his eyes and sighed slightly.

He still couldn't be impatient and could only take it step by step. In his previous life, he had been in the Nascent Soul Perfection realm for hundreds of years before he entered the realm of He Dao by chance.

"I wonder if there will be another opportunity to observe the secret treasures of the Nahe Dao in Southern Xinjiang..."

Ye Zang thought to himself.

The Hedao Secret Treasure, like the Great Illusionary Realm, is a very illusory existence.

With the help of his past life's experience, Ye Zang could go to the Valley of Gods and Demons to obtain the Demon Lord's inheritance, but in this life, he was not completely sure to go to southern Xinjiang to find the secret treasure of Hedao.

It was a very accidental opportunity. When Ye Zang was traveling around the three continents of southern Xinjiang, he once observed a ray of Hedao aura by the bank of a big river.

Although his soul did not enter that wonderful place, after years of contemplation, he naturally entered the realm of harmony. "I'll go there again when I have time to try my luck."

Ye Zang felt a little depressed.

As he was speaking, footsteps were heard outside the house, and the two male disciples who had brought him to Linyuan City knocked on the door of the cave.

"Please come in." Ye Zang stood up and said casually.

"Fellow Daoist Murong, have you been practicing well these days?" the male disciple asked with a deep laugh.

"This city is rich in spiritual energy and is a rare blessed land." Ye Zang said.

The male disciple nodded, then paused and said with a smile, "At 7 pm today, Senior Sister Jiang sent a flying sword with a whistle. She said that she killed many disciples from Qiandao Pavilion and Chongyang Lake, about half a hundred of them. All the corpses were captured by Senior Sister in her Qiankun bag. This time, I can help you relieve your hatred."

"Oh, are you serious?" Ye Zang raised his eyebrows.

"Of course. When Fellow Daoist Murong sees those corpses in person, he will know that what I said is true." The male disciple Ling Ran said.

"That's great. I have finally fulfilled my wish." Ye Zang then bowed and said with a smile, "When I meet Daoist Fellow Jiang, I will thank him in person."

The male disciple smiled and narrowed his eyes, saying, "I came to see you this time because I am here to formally invite you to go with me to Longshou Mountain. With your talent, you will surely be a dragon among men in the future. If you stay in places like the Northern Wasteland, won't that bury your talent?"

Ye Zang's eyes were gleaming as he asked intently, "Where is Daoist Brother Jiang? Why don't you come back with us?"

"Senior sister will be here soon, we will go ahead." The male disciple said with concentration.

Ye Zang was silent for a few breaths, and his spiritual sense quietly explored outside.

He discovered that all the disciples of Longshou Mountain in Linyuan City had already fled here, as if they were afraid that Ye Zang would change his mind and escape at the last minute. Even if he refused, they would force him back to Longshou Mountain.

Ye Zang concentrated, then smiled and said, "Then I'm sorry to bother you."

"Mr. Murong, please!"

The male disciple seemed to be relieved when he heard this. He had seen Ye Zang and Jiang Yijing fight each other before. Although they had only exchanged a few moves, he could see that the magical power displayed by this Mr. Murong was not weak.

However, they never expected that the person in front of them was Ye Zang from the Jackdaw Cult. If Jiang Yijing knew about this, he would probably be so angry that he would spit blood.

Ye Zang held up his sleeves, expressionless, and slowly walked out of Linyuan City.

The battle outside was huge, with a flying boat suspended in the air.

The flying boat seemed to be filled with some hidden spiritual objects. Some of them could not be placed in the Qiankun bag, such as broken spiritual tools and some spiritual treasures. They were themselves blessed by restrictions. If they were placed in the Qiankun bag, they would probably damage the strange array patterns in the bag.

On the flying boat, many disciples were looking at Ye Zang. Those people were all very capable. There were more than twenty disciples at the third level of Nascent Soul alone.

Ye Zang covered his hands, flew into the air very calmly, and landed on the deck.

"Once we enter Longshou Mountain, Master Murong will be our fellow disciples!" someone said with a bow.

"Mr. Murong, I heard that your ancestors were from the Northern Wilderness royal family."

"Brother Murong, please take a seat."

A group of disciples, very enthusiastic.

Ye Zang kept his eyes on all directions. As soon as he got on the flying boat, he discovered that there were at least twenty dormant soul-protecting formations set up here.

Once Ye Zang makes any move, these disciples will naturally urge him to act immediately. By then, everything will be linked together and not even a fly can fly away.

"Well... I'd better wait until we are farther away before taking action. Otherwise, when Jiang Yijing returns, he might be able to use the aura left in the city to infer my identity."

Ye Zang looked at everyone on the boat calmly.

For some reason, when the disciples were looked at by Ye Zang, they felt a chill down their spines and had a bad feeling in their hearts.

The flying boat vibrated, and a group of people continued to fly south.

There are many places in this Nascent Soul secret storage area that are connected to other secret storage areas, and naturally there are also places to exit.

In the void at the southernmost part of the realm, there is a thousand-foot-long realm crack leading to the outside world.

It took the flying boat half a day to reach the entrance.

Just as he stopped, the sky suddenly darkened, and a bloody color came from the sky. Thunder rumbled, and a terrifying murderous aura spread, making people feel suffocated.

The next second, a bloody Nascent Soul hand pressed down from the sky.

Inside the flying boat, screams were heard one after another.

After a few incense sticks, Ye Zang shook off the blood on his sleeves and fell from mid-air.

The flying boat had disappeared, and the disciples of Longshou Mountain had also been reduced to pieces. Together with the flying boat, they were thrown by Ye Zang into the void crack at the end of the realm, and even their breath disappeared completely.

"Blood God Tree, ancient creatures..."

Ye Zang stretched his muscles and bones, stepped on the mysterious energy, and flew across the sky, heading towards the southwest of the secret treasure.

He wanted to investigate the situation in the Blood God Forest, and by the way, meet with the disciples of the Fu Wang and his family, and confirm the situation of the disciples of Qiandao Pavilion and Chongyang Dahu's generation.

"Now more and more cultivators are coming to the God and Demon Rift Valley. This place will definitely become a place of great contention in the future. We must make arrangements here in advance."

Ye Zang planned in his mind.

He planned to suppress a huge city here like Chu Qianchao. With his reputation as Ye Zang, he would surely be able to attract many Tianming cultivators to surrender.

With the help of the secret treasures in the God and Demon Rift Valley, it is easy for Taoists today to rise up in the world.

In addition, those colorless ancient creatures must also be prepared in advance. Those treacherous creatures have already extended their hands and eyes from the bottom of Thousand Phoenix Gorge to the God and Demon Rift Valley. This is a very dangerous sign.

Flying all the way to the southwest, after a few days, Ye Zang could vaguely see the Blood God Forest.

The sky was still shrouded in blood, and the surroundings were strangely quiet.

Few people come here nowadays.

"I don't know how Xue Ning and Cao Guanjiu are doing. They have been in there for quite a while."

Ye Zang's spiritual consciousness was greatly opened, and his soul left his body in an instant. The huge spiritual consciousness enveloped the place like an upside-down ocean.

woohoo-

The strong wind whistled past, and the crowns of the blood god trees swayed, like huge waves in a blood-red sea. Under the pressure of Ye Zang's spiritual consciousness, an extremely wide road was opened directly inward.

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(End of this chapter)