Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

"This thing has caught my eye. Fellow Daoist, please look somewhere else."

Madness!

How arrogant? !
Prince Zhang San could no longer remember the cold light of the sword at this time. He only felt a surge of anger: Was it because the Shinto sects had been silent for too long, and the mysterious and side sects in the heavens and myriad worlds had forgotten the sharp edge of Shinto, and they became so arrogant and looked down on others?
"If you want me to go somewhere else, you have to show your true ability!"

As Prince Zhang San spoke, he shook the Samadhi Mysterious Fire Spear in his hand, and the six streamers of fire feathers behind him expanded to a hundred thousand feet in an instant, like a sky silk that was overturning the rivers and seas, and with the might of the six flames, he shot an explosive shot at the broken place in the void where the voice came from.

In an instant, accompanied by fire feathers burning the sky, a cry resounded through heaven and earth, and six flames condensed, spear light bloomed, and a fire phoenix spirit swooped over, determined to burn that piece of void and the person who was speaking to ashes.

The cry of the fire phoenix burns the universe, the cry of the crane and the roar of the dragon shakes the sky.

As Prince Zhang San made his move, the spear light and fire phoenix burned thousands of miles away. As the void shattered, a flash of sword light burst out again.

In an instant, the three disasters moved and the end of the world came. The energy of the three disasters was gathered on a sword. Along with the sounds of cranes crying and dragons roaring, the mottled sword light was like a rainbow light that illuminated the sky and the earth, shattering numerous void barriers and blasting the fire phoenix into a sky full of fire rain.

Then, under the astonished and doubtful gaze of Prince Zhang San, a figure walked out from the broken void.

He wore a green crown with star-picked jade on his head and a black dress with a crane pattern on his body.

Jiang Sheng slowly walked out of the void, glanced at the confused Prince Zhang San, and then glanced at the God Qingxia who was hiding in the distance.

Just a glance, and Lord Qingxia suddenly shuddered all over. It felt as if an extremely sharp sword had pierced his throat. Even though the sword did not hurt anyone, the cold sword energy had penetrated into his body, causing Lord Qingxia to feel a tingling and itching in his throat.

Lord Qingxia was at least tens of millions of miles away from Jiang Sheng, but he could sense the coldness in Jiang Sheng's eyes. Prince Zhang San was even closer to Jiang Sheng, so his perception was even more obvious.

Prince Zhang San was born with the ability to fight and was extremely proficient in the art of fighting. With just a glance from Jiang Sheng, Prince Zhang San realized that the newcomer was extraordinary. Such a pure and mysterious aura, such a one-piece aura, if it appeared in the five realms of the gods, it must be an existence that is not weaker than his own.

And looking at his natural and clear aura, the clear light shimmering around him, and the mysterious aura, it is obvious that he is from the orthodox Taoist school. His eyes are not sharp, but have a sense of sharpness and coldness, which proves that he must be a master of kendo.

A master of swordsmanship from the Xuanmen orthodox school.
A flame suddenly rose in the heart of Prince Zhang San, a passionate fighting fire. He had been ranked first for three consecutive times in the Tianyan Conference organized by the Shinto Five Realms. In the past three thousand years, he had never encountered any rivals in the Shinto Five Realms.

But today, in this boundless world, he found an opponent who was strong enough.

"During the ten thousand years when my divine way was silent, many geniuses emerged from the mysterious sects of the heavens and myriad worlds."

As Prince Zhang San spoke, he suddenly smiled, and the six fire feather ribbons on his body suddenly shrank. Then Prince Zhang San turned into a streak of lightning and disappeared. In just a moment, Prince Zhang San had already arrived in front of Jiang Sheng.

Six fire feathers waved and released raging flames that stirred the whole body. The six arms of Prince Zhang San held the Samadhi Fire Spear, the Xuanjiang Demon-Slaying Sword, the Dragon Roar Thunder Cone and other magic weapons and attacked Jiang Sheng all at once, not giving Jiang Sheng any time to react!

Looking at the Third Prince Zhang, who was bursting with overwhelming power like a god or demon, Shao Bai Mingjun, who was following behind Jiang Sheng, immediately changed his expression and said, "Master, be careful!"

Jiang Sheng was not in a hurry. He pulled back slightly and looked at the Samadhi Mysterious Fire Spear that was piercing him. As he turned his left hand, a Vajra Bracelet appeared in his palm.

"Mingjun, go and subdue the one in the distance, and leave this to me."

After saying that, the Xuanyuan Vajra Bracelet flew out from Jiang Sheng's palm. The small platinum-colored bracelet suddenly flew out and manifested thousands of phantoms to form a barrier to block the fierce and domineering gun. Then, four-colored sword energy burst out from the Qingping Sword, and the vortex of wind, thunder, water and fire turned into mottled colors and merged into the sword body. Looking at the Third Prince Zhang who was rushing towards him, Jiang Sheng slashed with a sword.

"Break all methods."

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color several times, and the mottled sword light seemed to leap out of time and pierce through the past and present, carrying unparalleled sharpness and the power to destroy all things, and slashed towards Prince Zhang San's head.

For a moment, the phantoms in the sky formed by the Xuanyuan Vajra Bracelets dissipated like bubbles, and were replaced by the brilliant sword machine that cut through the sky and the earth.

The sword shines brightly, and its radiant light chills the bones.

As the sword light whizzed through the sky, the Third Prince Zhang attacked in succession. The Dragon Roaring Thunder Cone struck out thunder, but the thunder that shook the world was shattered and dissipated under the sword light; the Xuanjiang Demon-Slaying Sword slashed out red and black demon-slaying sword rays, but the sword rays were no match for the mottled sword light.
After two failed attacks in a row within an instant, the sword light that can break all laws will not give Prince Zhang San a third chance.

But the mottled sword light hit Prince Zhang San's chest. With the sound of something breaking, thousands of divine lights splashed out. Prince Zhang San retreated continuously, and actually retreated three million miles in one breath, but he also blocked this sword force that could break all the laws.

"call"

Exhaling a hot breath, Prince Zhang San looked at Jiang Sheng in shock and anger: When did such a person appear in the Xuanmen Taoism of the heavens and the worlds? !

"Come again!" After Prince Zhang San said this, flames around him instantly shot up into the sky and burned away the sword energy lingering around him. Six fire feathers fluttered and waved like three pairs of wings, carrying Prince Zhang San and transforming into a red rainbow of fire and rushing towards him.

This time, the aura displayed by Prince Zhang San has completely reached the ultimate state of refining emptiness. He is a Shinto god who is about to reach the state of fusion!
Moreover, this is in the Buzhou Realm. Although it is not in the Yaozhen Realm, in the vast Shendao world, Prince Zhang San can always get the blessing of heaven and earth.

As Prince Zhang San displayed his fighting power without reservation, something seemed to awaken in this world of evil wind.

The vast and chaotic wind was constantly flowing, and silently, a huge wind vortex had formed in the center of this evil wind world, above the gray-white treasure tree, covering an area of ​​billions of miles, and also covering Jiang Sheng and others.

At this time, neither Jiang Sheng nor Prince Zhang San noticed anything unusual.

Facing the rising energy of the Third Prince Zhang, who was showing the six-armed supernatural power, Jiang Sheng chuckled and had a competitive mind: "This Taoist friend has not learned the method of three heads and six arms very well."

Before he finished speaking, a pair of arms grew from Jiang Sheng's ribs and shoulders, and two heads also grew out.

In an instant, wind and thunder intertwined to turn into streamers of sky feathers that soared into the sky, and the raging water and fire formed turbulent auspicious clouds. The six cyan gold eyes on Jiang Sheng's three heads bloomed, and his six arms held the Qingping Sword, Thousand Star Gourd, Xuanyuan Vajra Bracelet, and the Seal of the Lord of Justice, and rushed towards Prince Zhang San.

When it comes to fighting, Jiang Sheng has never been afraid of anyone!
As the two rainbow lights, one blue and one red, collided with each other, a silent explosion rolled up earth-shaking aftermath that swept in all directions. When the aftermath of the fight between the two swept across millions of miles, there was a loud rumbling sound of thunder.

For a moment, Jiang Sheng and Prince Zhang San turned into two stunning figures that kept colliding in this void. In less than three breaths, the two had already used their lily moves to fight, leaving the entire world with traces of shattered void.

But one could see sword marks and spear beams crisscrossing all over the sky and earth. As the green rainbow and red beam collided and separated again, Prince Zhang San's chest rose and fell violently. Feeling his arms a little sore, Prince Zhang San's eyes were full of disbelief.

There is no doubt about the fighting ability of Xuanmen Taoism, but when did these Taoists become so powerful in fighting?
Compared to the suspicion of the Third Prince Zhang, Jiang Sheng seemed calm and composed. The Taoist with three heads and six arms held various magic weapons with a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "This Taoist friend, you have good skills."

"If I meet a Taoist friend with extraordinary abilities in other places, I will definitely drink tea and discuss Taoism with him. I wonder if you can tell me your name and origin?"

The Third Prince Zhang was quite tough and said loudly: "Yao Zhen Realm, the Third Prince of Nanli Palace."

Jiang Sheng nodded: "So he is the Third Prince of the Zhang Family of the Nanli Palace in the Great Thousand Lights Realm of the Shinto. No wonder he has such ability."

The Shinto Great Thousand Yao Realm, to be precise, is also composed of five forces. This Prince Zhang San was born in the Nanli Palace in the south of the Yao Realm. This is why his fire magic is so superb.

Prince Zhang San asked, "I wonder where you came from, True Lord?"

Jiang Sheng chuckled: "I am Penglai, Lingyuan."

Penglai Lingyuan? !
The strongest Ling Yuan of the new generation of Penglai Dao Sect? ?
Prince Zhang San was startled and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a strong aura erupting in the distance. Then the aura of Lord Qingxia became a little weak, which made Prince Zhang San quickly turn his head to look.

However, the Four Transformations Banner in the hand of Shaobai Mingjun was waving, rolling out streams of Taisu white air, suppressing Qingxia Shenjun so much that she was almost unable to fight back. This Dongxuan Zhenjun who was born in Xuansu Sect of Zhoushan Realm seemed to be weaker than the true disciples of other holy places in the universe. But if his ability was really mediocre, how could the true disciples of other holy places possibly compete with him?

Less than half a minute after he fought with Lord Qingxia, Shaobai Ming had already gained absolute advantage. Under the Four Transformations Banner, the Taisu white energy and the killing energy crisscrossed and connected into a large net that covered Lord Qingxia. Lord Qingxia could not escape from the net no matter how hard he tried.

When Prince Zhang San saw this, he was about to take action, but in an instant, an extremely sharp sword light brushed past Prince Zhang San's body, leaving a deep, difficult-to-heal sword mark in the void.

As the Third Prince Zhang looked up, he saw Jiang Sheng holding up all kinds of magic weapons in his six arms, and the Qingping Sword in his hand was emitting a sword aura of cutting the sky. A majestic and sharp will burst out: "I have said before that if I meet the Third Prince somewhere else, I am willing to make tea with the Prince and discuss Taoism, and we can be friends."

"But in this world, it's impossible."

"Although I don't know why the Third Prince and his party came here, I have enough troubles to deal with in this Buzhou Realm."

After a fight, Prince Zhang San already knew how powerful Jiang Sheng was. At this time, Qingxia Divine Lord was still suppressed. He thought and said in a deep voice: "What if we leave now and give this Wind Dao Seed to True Lord?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "Does the Third Prince believe this?"

Seeing this, Prince Zhang San sighed. Just as he was about to fight Jiang Sheng to the death, he heard a heart-wrenching shout from the Qingxia God in the distance: "Run!"

Prince Zhang San looked at it in astonishment, and instantly felt an endless chill enveloping his entire body, as if he was naked in a cellar of ice and snow, making him feel cold all over.

This proud Third Prince of Yao Zhen Realm was not too flustered even when facing Jiang Sheng, but at this moment his face was as pale as gold paper, and he said in a trembling voice: "Tian Wu."

"God." (End of this chapter)