Rewrite the myth and become the Taoist!

Chapter 230 You, little fairy, have no idea how terrifying the Heavenly Palace is!
"What just happened?!"

Xu Xingchen's pupils suddenly shook.

There was only a flash before his eyes, how did Wen Tao suddenly fly backwards? Could it be that the master had a backup plan?

But this is a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. The A-level investigators in the entire [relevant department] do not have the strength to knock away a Nascent Soul with one blow. Unless one of the Master and the Heavenly Master comes in person.

The scene was silent for a moment, a breeze blew gently, and there was still no one around.

Not Master.

Xu Xingchen was startled and suddenly turned his head in Zhang Wei's arms to look at the scholar consultant who was standing beside him without saying a word.

Ning Xunqiu immediately responded with a kind smile.

really him? !
Xu Xingchen felt an incredible shock in his heart.

"No, are you serious?!" Xu Xingchen swallowed the blood surging in his throat and raised his head with difficulty to look at Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei paused for a moment, his tone somewhat helpless: "I have warned you a long time ago, but you just don't believe it. You know, the teacher is also an S-level ability user. A mere Wen Tao is nothing in his eyes."

Immortal cultivators are notoriously difficult to challenge by someone of a higher level.

Above the Nascent Soul stage is the Spirit Transformation stage, and the teacher is an immortal. There is a full two realms between Wen Tao and an immortal, which is a world of difference.

Hearing this, Xu Xingchen's breathing paused involuntarily. He stared at Ning Xunqiu, who was calm and composed, with sharp eyes, and secretly exclaimed in his heart: "Mr. Ning, you are really an expert!"

At the same time, he felt curious about Ning Xunqiu's identity. There was no fluctuation of mana when Ning Xunqiu took action, which meant that he was most likely not a cultivator.

Although the aliens come from different worlds, they form their own system.

However, it is generally acknowledged that the two most powerful forces that can cross boundaries are Heaven and the Lord God, and below them are the immortal cultivators, demon cultivators, and devil cultivators from their world.

As for other worlds, most of them are mediocre in strength and have average upper limits, so they are not worth mentioning.

However, in the past seven years, there have been "aliens" awakening every year, and the arrival of a top powerhouse from another world does not seem to be a rare thing.

and so.

Who is he?
Chen Wenjie practiced the Tianshi Sect's famous Golden Light Secret Art. In addition, his body was extremely strong, so he naturally took on the responsibility of tank and assault in the team. At this moment, his condition was obviously much better than Xu Xingchen.

"I couldn't see his movements at all. It was just one move."

He looked at the fallen Wen Tao, and felt a chill in his heart. "Besides Master Zhao and Master, there is actually such a strange person hidden in this world... I wonder what mysterious world he came from."

Ning Xunqiu looked at Zhang Wei and Xu Xingchen, thinking. He didn't make a move just now, but just made a small attempt. He kept watching, even if Xu Xingchen and the other two were farther away, their lives would not be threatened.

But it happened to fall next to him and Zhang Wei...

interesting.

Destiny's Child? Or maybe...

There was a gleam in Ning Xunqiu's eyes.

[Zhang Wei, a reborn person, was the town garrison commander of Baozhou City in his previous life, a D-level investigator of the relevant department, and a hidden identity as an apostle of the Lord God. His real name has been lost. This world has been restarted for 30,000 years...]

“The message hasn’t changed.”

Ning Xunqiu pushed his glasses and thought.

"Cough cough!"

On the other side, Wen Tao felt severe pain coming like a tide.

He heard the conversation between Zhang Wei and Xu Xingchen, and his eyes were involuntarily focused on the S-level ability user.

The man wore a pair of glasses, had a calm and reserved temperament, had neatly short hair, and was dressed in casual clothes. He looked to be around thirty years old. Although his appearance was not handsome, he was very attractive.

He seemed to be deep in thought, and the aura he exuded was so similar to that of an ordinary teacher that it was hard to associate him with a powerful S-class ability user.

At this moment, the man seemed to have thought of something, gently pushed his glasses, and suddenly a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That smile made Wen Tao's heart suddenly tighten, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

"You, you are..."

Wen Tao spoke with difficulty, with a tremor in his voice that was hard to conceal.

That smile instantly opened the door of fear deep in Wen Tao's heart.

A terrifying figure continued to rise higher and higher, and in a flash it became as towering as a mountain, blocking out the sky and the sun, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Li, Li Li..."

Wen Tao’s face was as pale as paper. He slowly raised his head and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the deepest part of his memory.

"Li Yanzhi!!!!"

A roar like thunder shook the heaven and earth. Wen Tao suddenly opened his eyes and looked forward.

There, thirteen thousand-foot Dharma bodies stood tall, towering over the sky, with solemn and majestic expressions. All around, there were densely packed cultivators, young and old, each of whom exuded a powerful aura that made people's hearts flutter. There were many strong men above the Golden Core Stage, and the number was astonishing.

Tens of thousands of high-level cultivators gathered together. This spectacular scene was rarely seen in the world of immortal cultivation.

In this crowd, Wen Tao was inconspicuous, chatting and laughing with his Jindan Yuanying friend beside him. The cultivators around him gathered into an endless torrent.

Wen Tao's eyes were determined. Whoever dared to stand in the way of the Thirteen Sects' flood would be ruthlessly crushed and pulverized.

From today onwards, they will be the most powerful force in the world of immortal cultivation!

On the top of a misty mountain, a neat and tidy young man stood quietly.

He was wearing a loose green Taoist robe, with a toy-like wooden sword hanging from his waist. His eyes were casual and indifferent, as if nothing in the world mattered to him. He slowly glanced around, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What if I say no?" The boy's voice was very soft.

"Lord God, we only hope for a glimmer of hope for survival. As long as you stop and make peace, we, the disciples of the thirteen sects, are willing to obey your orders." One of the thousand-foot-long Dharma bodies was silent for a moment and then spoke.

"You have unparalleled magical powers, and we are willing to admit defeat. But there are tens of thousands of high-level monks here. They may not be able to wipe us out before you run out of magic power!" Wen Tao was stunned. Why did a powerful god speak in a humble manner?
Across from Yunwu Mountain, Lingxiao Pavilion, and Tianshi Sect, there are only three powerful gods. So what if they are called gods? !
No, sir, you got it the other way around!

He really wanted to correct the words of the powerful God Transformation Master.

"If there are too many people, they can distort my will and prevent me from achieving enlightenment. Then what is the point of practicing?"

On the top of the mountain, the young man smiled and slowly drew out the wooden sword from his waist.

"Those who are my enemies, please step forward."

Although his tone was not harsh at all, the Nascent Soul cultivators present fell silent involuntarily, and some even took a step back. No one dared to act rashly.

"Fellow Daoists, don't be afraid. Each of us has a magic weapon that is enough to overwhelm Li Yanzhi!"

An old Yuanying ancestor nearby raised his arms and shouted.

The great monks displayed their unique skills one after another, and spiritual light surged like a tide, sweeping towards the young man.

Accompanied by a deafening thunder, the sky and earth were instantly filled with dense seals of curses, like a dragnet that enveloped the space tightly.

Screams rang out one after another, and a bloody mist filled the air, covering the sky and the sun.

“This isn’t right…”

Wen Tao was in the center of the battlefield, he drew his sword and looked around, feeling confused.

He didn't dare to act rashly.

On one side, an old man holding thunder had golden light on his head and was invincible. Those in the Jindan and Yuanying stages were either killed or injured.

On the other side, a middle-aged man's hands intertwined wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and his magic was vast and boundless. Above the sky, curse seals were densely covered, like a net in the sky and on the earth, making it impossible for the Yuanying to escape.

And that young man, with his own strength, fought against thirteen powerful gods.

Not long after, a huge head fell from the sky and smashed in front of Wen Tao, splashing a blood mist, and several unfortunate people were killed instantly.

Wen Tao's whole body was shaking violently, with fear and despair intertwined in his heart.

"Tao'er, we're defeated! The God is bloodthirsty. Let's go quickly. It will be too late if we don't leave now!"

His father looked mad and dragged him around, trying to avoid the terrifying heads that kept falling from the sky, and they luckily narrowly escaped each time.

Until he ran into a young man holding a sword and with his clothes not stained with blood.

Bang!
Wen Tao's father, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was instantly reduced to ashes by the young man's nonchalant sword strike, without even a chance to struggle.

Wen Tao shivered, and what came into his sight was a slender hand. Then his eyes went dark, and the whole world collapsed at this moment.

……

Wen Tao's pupils instantly widened to the extreme. The familiar outline perfectly overlapped with the person in front of him. Fear surged like a tide, drowning him in an instant.

"No--!!"

He suddenly let out a terrified scream, and beads of cold sweat the size of beans dripped down his forehead.

Chen Wenjie's gaze quickly turned to Wen Tao, his face full of confusion and astonishment. Why was Wen Tao so out of control? It was as if he had seen the most horrifying thing in the world.

It seemed as if his Tao heart had collapsed directly.

It's totally unlike the performance of a Nascent Soul Stage expert.

Xu Xingchen followed Wen Tao's horrified gaze and saw the mysterious department consultant. He couldn't help but wonder, "Wen Tao actually knows this Mr. Ning? Could he also be a top expert from our world? Why have I never heard of him? I'll go back and ask Master about it."

Zhang Wei's heart moved, and he secretly guessed: "Teacher and Wen Tao are from the same world..."

"Impossible! This is impossible! No... I don't believe it!! You are so strong, how could you die?!"

Wen Tao stared at Ning Xunqiu, his voice becoming more and more frantic, and every word seemed to be torn out from the bottom of his heart, filled with despair.

"I don't believe it! This is an illusion!!"

"Blood Evil Break!!"

A hysterical roar broke out from Wen Tao's mouth. He burned his own blood and Nascent Soul desperately. In an instant, his whole body turned into a hundred-foot-long blood-red blade light. Carrying a overwhelming murderous intent and almost insane power, he slashed towards Ning Xunqiu fiercely.

The surrounding space seemed unable to withstand the impact of this force and began to tremble violently, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. The ground was ruthlessly lifted up by the violent storm, and the dust was flying.

"Mr. Ning, be careful, this is a technique to burn life..." Xu Xingchen's face suddenly changed and he cried out in surprise.

The words have not yet fallen.

Bang!
Ning Xunqiu raised his hand slightly, and the blood-red blade light that had originally been able to destroy the world seemed to have encountered an invisible wall of steel. It instantly shattered like glass and turned into nothingness.

He easily lifted Wen Tao's head and lifted it up.

"It's you, it really is you! Hahaha, you're dead! It turns out you can die too! You're not invincible! Tianzun will avenge me!!"

At this moment, Wen Tao looked emaciated and skinny, but there was a crazy smile on the corner of his mouth, which made him look particularly hideous and terrifying.

"Do you know me?" Ning Xunqiu asked doubtfully.

"You, you are such a hateful guy!" Wen Tao's voice trembled and turbid tears flowed from his eyes.

He tried his best, but all he got in return was a cold question from the other party.

He roared:

"This is not your era!! You can't imagine how terrifying the power of Heaven is!! Even if you have become an immortal, so what? Facing Heaven, you, a little immortal, will sooner or later become like me!! Struggle hard! And then die in despair! Hahahaha!"

As Wen Tao laughed wildly and desperately, his body began to collapse and disintegrate, turning into dust and drifting away with the wind.

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(End of this chapter)