Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Jiang Sheng was no ordinary person who had mastered the profound mysteries of the universe.

When Lingluo went berserk and lost all sense of strategy, Jiang Sheng, with his rich experience in combat, saw through Lingluo's weaknesses at a glance. Then, seizing the opportunity, he threw out a Vajra Bracelet, knocking Lingluo down.

Before Linglu could struggle, the Xuan Yuan Vajra Bracelet suddenly enlarged, encasing Linglu and tightening around her, binding her hands and feet like a binding rope.

As Lingluo was captured by Jiang Sheng, the tip of Duobao's Three Flames Profound Fire Spear was already pressed against Jiang Sheng's back. Jiang Sheng didn't even look at it. He dodged, and Duobao missed its target, passing straight through Jiang Sheng's body. He stumbled and fell forward.

The Thirty-Six Heavenly Techniques: Standing Upright Without a Shadow!

Duobao's mind is now disturbed. Although he still has some sense, his experience in combat is far less than before.

Seeing Duobao lying in front of him, Jiang Sheng pulled out a radiant gourd from his sleeve. With a flick of his wrist, the gourd slammed into Duobao's back like a meteor falling from the sky, knocking Duobao off the ground.

In an instant, the earth shook and dust rose everywhere. The Thousand Star Gourd's attack directly smashed a large crater on Guanlan Island.

Before Duobao could even turn over in the pit, Jiang Sheng raised his hand again, and a streak of crimson fire streaked through the air.

In an instant, a wailing sound broke through the air, accompanied by a thousand-foot-long stream of fire, drawing a crimson streak straight in. In a flash, it was like a rainbow piercing the sun. Duobao, who had just raised his head, was struck on the back of the head by the crimson streak of fire. With a deafening roar like a great bell, Duobao was smashed into Guanlan Island and carried away by the Fiery Golden Strike into the depths of the island, disappearing without a trace.

In an instant, Lingluo was captured and Duobao was injured, both of them powerless to resist.

However, at this moment, Prince Tuolong's attack had already reached Jiang Sheng's head.

The dragon roared, lightning flashed and thunder roared incessantly. The golden scales on the Dragon Prince's body shone brightly, and the golden mace in his hand, which drew lightning and water waves, smashed down on Jiang Sheng's head with unstoppable force. This blow shook the heavens and earth and shattered the void, clearly intended to smash open Jiang Sheng's head.

"It's done!"

Mo Wenxin's eyes flashed with a sharp light. This blow was so fierce that Jiang Sheng would be crippled even if he didn't die!
Mo Shuo Mo Wenxin, Tu Shan Lian was also filled with excitement at this moment. The fame of Penglai Lingyuan spread throughout the myriad worlds. Who had not heard of the fame of the contemporary Taoist leader, the True Lord of Penglai Yu Chen Lingyuan?
Now that Lingyuan has been forced to this point, let alone killing him, even just injuring him would be enough to shatter the myth of the Eastern Heaven Daoist School, and their names would be known throughout the myriad realms.

Compared to Mo Wenxin and Tu Shanlian's excitement, Prince Tuolong showed no excitement at all. As his double hammers fell, Jiang Sheng also looked up. Looking at Jiang Sheng's indifferent expression that was not tainted by any emotion, and at those blue-gold eyes that were devoid of joy or sorrow, Prince Tuolong felt a chill run down his spine: Something was wrong!
boom!
The Azure Wave Dragon Shattered and crashed down, but was blocked by the Four Symbols Sword Qi in front of Jiang Sheng.

The Four Symbols Sword Qi generated by the Yin-Yang Calamity Extinction Three Transformations Five Elements Mysterious Method True Scripture is not only a projection of the four swords of killing, trapping and annihilating, but also a condensation of the Dao of Wind, Thunder, Water and Fire. As the four Dao seeds entered Jiang Sheng's body, Jiang Sheng's understanding and control of the four Daos of Wind, Thunder, Water and Fire far surpassed that of ordinary Void Refinement or even Body Integration realms.

At this moment, Jiang Sheng's protective Four Symbols Sword Qi was enough to block the combined power, let alone the Void Refinement Daoist Prince Tuolong.

The golden mace and copper hammer were stopped about a foot away from Jiang Sheng's face. Despite the roar of the dragon and the dance of lightning, they could not advance an inch further. Tuolong Prince, who had a bad feeling, intended to retreat, but unexpectedly, the two golden mace and copper hammer seemed to be attracted to the Four Symbols Sword Qi. He could not pull them away or take them away.

Even with all his supernatural powers, Prince Tuolong could not move the two golden maces. In fact, his own hands were even attracted to the maces, which made Prince Tuolong feel even more chilled.

"The Four Symbols".

With a soft murmur, the chaotic wind, thunder, water, and fire in the sky were drawn into a vortex and condensed in Jiang Sheng's palm. As the four elements condensed, under the impetus of the profound law, the endless wind, thunder, water, and fire were forcibly compressed and condensed, transforming into the endlessly humming and rotating Four Elements Light Wheel in an instant.

At this moment, in Jiang Sheng's palm, the Four Symbols Light Wheel, which was only a foot in size, was spinning rapidly. Lightning crackled, gales were fierce, and crimson flames surged. The power of the triple calamity of wind, thunder, and fire spread out, staining the foot-sized Four Symbols Light Wheel in Jiang Sheng's hand with three-colored mysterious light. Within this three-colored mysterious light, a wisp of mysterious water spun, maintaining this light wheel that contained the ultimate power of destruction and devastation.

The Three Calamities Wheel of Light, now complete!
In an instant, the dense and profound aura of the Three Calamities and Annihilation permeated the heavens and earth, enveloping the entire Guanlan Island. As the deep and terrifying aura of calamity spread, Mo Wenxin and Tu Shanlian felt a chill in their hearts, a bone-chilling cold. In front of Jiang Sheng, the Tuolong Prince, who was already unable to move, had eyes that were about to burst with rage, and subconsciously tried to break his own hands to escape.

An indescribable terror and danger had enveloped Prince Tuolong. He no longer had the will to contend with Jiang Sheng; he only wanted to escape this place as soon as possible.

Click!Click!
With two crisp sounds, Prince Tuolong twisted his hands, ignoring his two broken arms and the abandoned golden gourd and bronze hammer, and turned to run away. However, Jiang Sheng had already moved by then.

Watching Prince Tuolong flee in a disheveled state, Jiang Sheng gently threw out the Three Calamities Light Wheel.

"Go!"

In an instant, the intent of the Three Calamities surged endlessly, wind, thunder, and fire roared and spun, and the Three Calamities Light Wheel swept away like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan, dividing heaven and earth and slicing open the void. When that streak of light landed on the back of Prince Tuolong, blood filled the air and bone fragments flew everywhere in an instant.

The protective demonic aura failed to stop the Three Calamities Light Wheel. The Bright Golden Scale Armor was sliced ​​open in an instant, as if it were made of paper. The sharp and scorching light wheel penetrated the spine of Prince Tuolong, shredding his spine, ribs, and internal organs into minced flesh and bone.

Prince Tuolong only had time to let out a wail before the Three Calamities Wheel pierced through his chest, and he fell from the sky, his fate unknown.

Looking at the miserable state of Prince Tuolong, whose belly had been ripped open, Mo Wenxin and Tu Shanlian felt a chill run through their bodies. They wanted to escape, but they were already unable to move.

Realizing something was wrong, the two looked up and saw that an eight-sided, exquisitely crafted black iron pagoda had appeared above them, sealing their magical powers and suppressing them on the spot.

"The Starfall Demon-Suppressing Tower?!"

"How did this end up in your hands?!"

Mo Wenxin exclaimed in disbelief. Although Tu Shanlian did not know what kind of magic treasure the Starfall Demon Suppressing Tower was, she could tell from Mo Wenxin's expression that it had an extraordinary origin.

“Indeed, this is the Meteor Demon Suppression Tower of the Qiankun Dao Sect, the Meteor Demon Subduing True Monarch.”

Jiang Sheng's voice grew clearer as it approached.

"Previously, I fought and killed True Monarch Fufeng. Naturally, the Meteorite Demon-Suppressing Tower became my spoils of war. How could it not be in my hands?"

Before the words were even finished, the figure of the Taoist priest in the green crown and black robe appeared before Mo Wenxin and Tu Shanlian. Tu Shanlian was currently trapped by the Meteorite Demon-Suppressing Tower, unable to unleash any of her magical power. Faced with this magic weapon of the Integration Realm, even though Tu Shanlian was the princess of the Tu Shan clan, she could not help but be subdued by it. After all, the Meteorite Demon-Suppressing Tower was most adept at suppressing demons.

As Jiang Sheng approached, Tu Shanlian was about to speak when she suddenly felt a chill in her chest, followed by a warm sensation.

Looking down, Tu Shanlian realized that a magic sword, entirely sky-blue in color, marked with chaotic wind patterns and imbued with the essence of the Bifeng wind, had pierced through her chest.

Feeling the sharp sword energy and the calamity of the Bifeng sword invading her body, Tu Shanlian had no time to beg for mercy when another purple light, accompanied by thunder, swept her away.

The indigo-purple magic sword pierced Tu Shan Lian's abdomen, propelling her out of the Meteorite Demon Suppression Tower with unparalleled strength and thunderous lightning, before pinning her to a distant artificial mountain.

With her body pierced and her soul pinned down by both the Immortal Execution Sword and the Immortal Slaughter Sword, Tu Shan Lian was unable to move, her vital energy waning and becoming as weak as a wisp of smoke.

Mo Wenxin was at a loss for what to do. He had witnessed Jiang Sheng's actions firsthand. Lingluo, Duobao, and Tuolong Prince, all of whom were powerful and influential figures in the Dongxuan realm, were subdued by Jiang Sheng one after another. In the end, Tushan Lian was left without even a chance to resist and was pinned to the artificial mountain by the two magic swords hidden in Jiang Sheng's sleeve.

Now that he was all alone, how could Mo Wenxin not be terrified?
He didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die. He still had grudges to settle, and he hadn't had a chance to take revenge on the Qiankun Dao Sect.
Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, Mo Wenxin didn't know whether she felt regret or fear.

Tap tap tap.
Footsteps approached, and the Taoist in the green crown and black robe, holding a black magic sword, was already upon them. As Mo Wenxin looked up, she saw that Jiang Sheng's expression remained calm, as if slaying two Dongxuan prodigies and severely injuring two fellow Daoists were nothing unusual in his eyes.

"Do not ask about the heart."

"I first heard your name when it was mentioned by the White Lotus Saintess of the Pure Lotus Temple in the Lesser Light Realm."

"She told me, 'You have some skills. If I come to the Nine Provinces Realm, I can look for you.'"

"Later, Princess Lingluo came to me again and said she wanted to introduce you to me; Duobao also said that you are generous and pure in nature, and that you are his sworn brother."

"It seems that every single one of them is either dumbfounded or blinded by greed."

"Your cultivation is meager, your actions despicable, you have no background or origin, and no cultivation or skills. You merely rely on some sorcery to deceive people. To be honest, I am quite curious, how did someone like you become the chosen one of destiny in the Nine Provinces?"

"Or is it that all the chosen ones of destiny in the Nine Provinces look like you?"

Jiang Sheng's voice was cold and his tone was unhurried, as if he were chatting casually or asking a stranger. But every word he spoke was like a sharp thorn, making Mo Wenxin tremble all over.

“You are from the Penglai Taoist Sect.”

"Born with the background of the Xuanmen Holy Land, and protected by sect elders since childhood, you have encountered no obstacles along the way. What you call hardship is nothing more than training in your eyes."

"Have you ever experienced the suffering of us wandering cultivators? Have you ever understood our plight?"

"You people who have been high and mighty from the beginning can't see our hard work and efforts at all. What right do you have to lecture me now?"

Mo Wenxin seemed to have been holding back for a long time, and her string of words seemed to be venting her frustrations on Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng listened quietly to Mo Wenxin's story, and only after he had vented did he say, "I don't care about what you've been through, and I don't care about your past experiences."

"To be honest, whether you have a grudge against the Qiankun Dao Sect or want to take revenge on the Nine Provinces Realm, it's up to you. I don't care, and neither does the Eastern Heaven Daoist School."

"But you shouldn't have, you shouldn't have blocked our way."

As he spoke, the Qingping Sword hummed continuously. To Mo Wenxin's astonishment, a streak of mysterious light suddenly appeared. As Jiang Sheng sheathed his sword, a thin bloodstain appeared on Mo Wenxin's neck.

Mo Wenxin looked at Jiang Sheng in disbelief. He had thought Jiang Sheng would ask him many questions, such as the secrets he knew, how he had disturbed Duobao and Lingluo's minds, or at the very least, how to cure the two.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Sheng didn't care about any of that and sliced ​​off his head with a single sword stroke.

With a slurred sound, Mo Wenxin's head fell from her neck and rolled to Jiang Sheng's feet.

Looking at Mo Wenxin's wide-eyed expression, Jiang Sheng remained calm: "You think you're hiding many secrets? You think you're valuable enough to survive?"

“I have already told you that the Eastern Heavenly Daoist School doesn’t care about anything about you.”

"The secret value is revealed. My Eastern Heaven Daoist Master will search your soul later. As for the methods you used, my Eastern Heaven Daoist Master has someone who can decipher them."

"Let alone what you used, even if a Fifth Tribulation True Monarch, a Mahayana Immortal Monarch, or even a Pure Yang Dao Monarch used it, it would be nothing in the eyes of my Eastern Heaven Daoist School."

The Eastern Heavenly Daoist School comprises three sacred sites of the Mysterious Gate, representing two Heavenly Venerables who govern the Dao, six Lords who uphold the Dao, seven Pure Yang cultivators who have entered the Dao, and countless Mahayana, Integration, and Refinement cultivators.

That is not only the three holy lands, but also the entire Eastern Region of the Three Realms, the Middle Thousand Star Region and the Lesser Thousand Stars that span all the heavens and myriad worlds, the immeasurable living beings and resources, and the countless geniuses and talents.

Without personally confronting the Eastern Heavenly Daoists, one would never understand what a colossal entity they are.

Looking at Mo Wenxin's head rolling on the ground, Jiang Sheng's expression finally seemed to waver slightly, a mixture of pity and regret:

"Who do you think you are, daring to provoke my Eastern Heavenly Daoist Clan?" (End of Chapter)