Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

"Wushuang, what do you mean by summoning him here...?"

"Slay Jiang Mo."

Zhai Wushuang spoke bluntly, her voice as cold as a numb killing machine.

With the strongest support force already on the scene, he no longer needed to fear anyone.

The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, and teased:

"Want to hear my background?"

"The head disciple of Taiqing Palace, Master Lingyun, is none other than Lingyun Shangren."

"Taiqing Palace..."

Upon hearing this term, the expressions of the heads of the nine departments turned cold, viewing Zhai Wushuang's actions as betrayal.

Wei Yuanming, who was in the know, revealed murderous intent in his eyes, targeting both Lingyun Shangren and Zhai Wushuang.

"Who do you think you are? It turns out to be you bunch of parasites hiding behind worldly affairs."

"Wushuang... It's not too late to turn back now! Don't go astray!"

The old man surnamed Ning shouted angrily, feeling utterly disappointed in his son.

"Moths? Is this how you ordinary mortals view us?"

Master Lingyun's smile deepened, and he couldn't help but tease:

“In the past dynasties, you were very obedient and willing to be their lackeys.”

"How come now, a weak exterior is supporting a strong backbone?"

The harsh words made everyone extremely uncomfortable. Wei Yuanming decisively drew the Tang sword from his waist and pointed it directly at Lingyun Shangren, his eyes revealing a sharp and piercing intent.

“Old ghost, go back to your secret realm. Be a parasite or a coward, this mortal world is not a place for you to meddle.”

"As for you, Zhai Wushuang, you are guilty of treason and should be executed immediately."

Not only him, but the other two sword wielders, under the instructions of the head of the Nine Departments, were also preparing to surround and kill him.

The Nine Departments, the Security Council, Tianran and Taiqing Palace, and all the cultivation forces hidden in different secret realms have irreconcilable conflicts.

The cultivators inside viewed the mortal world as a chessboard, with kings and generals as chess pieces, freely manipulating the fate of all living beings.

Through tributes from the imperial court, they recklessly amassed rare treasures and cultivation resources, like fat termites parasitizing the entire country, thus multiplying and prospering.

In the 1970s and 1980s, several cultivation forces entrenched in the secret realm attempted to follow the old tribute system and engaged in a bloody battle with the newly established Six Ministries. The battle resulted in heavy casualties, with 12 of the first leaders and candidates dying in the fighting, and very few top experts remaining. It was only after these battles that the covetous black hands were repelled and forced back to the secret realm.

Thus began a blood feud between the two sides. Later, the six divisions expanded to ten, recruiting extraordinary talents from all over the world to fight against these unknown powerful cultivators, essentially a pro-max version of the supernatural beings.

They are not only major hidden dangers to the stability of the country, but also the behind-the-scenes manipulators who have influenced the fate of dynasties for thousands of years. They are the ones who stir up trouble and treat the masses as playthings.

This fateful cycle continued until the fall of the Qing Dynasty, at which point it ceased to exist.

Since the first great war between the Nine Departments and the hidden sects, one department has been specifically responsible for blocking the exits of the secret realms where various cultivation forces are located, preparing nuclear weapons, and increasing the number of nuclear bombs every year to deter these ambitious people lurking in the shadows.

The dregs of history and the corrupt rules should have been completely destroyed and uprooted long ago.

The extraordinary person has never been the master of the vast land.

Talent is.

Chapter 385: Strange Visions

Zhai Wushuang made no attempt to conceal his intentions. By bringing in Lingyun Shangren as a savior, he was making a decision to completely sever ties with the past.

From now on, I will only cultivate the Great Way, live in seclusion, and no longer concern myself with the trivialities of the secular world.

Master Lingyun also promised him that he would help him clear away all obstacles, and once he formally became a disciple of the Taiqing Palace and the sect leader, he would pass on the true scriptures and secret techniques to him, allowing him to leap over the dragon gate and see the vastness of the world.

Upon hearing that Zhai Wushuang and his senior brother intended to ambush Jiang Mo, many of the powerful figures present were alarmed and immediately prepared to join forces to kill the two scoundrels.

The old Celestial Master, who had always been on good terms with the Sanyi Sect and had received their favors, unusually turned cold.

His close friend and his senior are still in prison, their fate unknown, and the two men in front of him dare to say they want to kill them.

In an instant, Zhang Zhiwei's killing intent surged to its peak. His bright, restrained eyes were as still as a deep pool, as if they wanted to swallow all light, and his tone was terrifyingly calm.

"Since you're prepared, then let's do it."

"boom!"

A burst of boundless golden light appeared, illuminating the entire cave. Zhang Zhiwei showed no mercy, revealing his strongest form.

Pure and majestic golden light cast a lifelike phantom a hundred meters high, surrounded by strange scenery, with floating clouds and rising mist. A great sun formed from golden light hung behind its head, with densely packed talismans protecting its sides, flowing with mysterious radiance, spewing out lightning and flames, each tens of meters long, spreading across the void.

The man held the Three-Five Demon-Slaying Sword, which was made from refined Qi, in his left hand and held up the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal in his right. His expression was majestic and ferocious, like a god descending to earth with a Vajra's angry eyes. He was not an illusion of the Ancestral Master of Longhu Mountain, but a true reflection of Zhang Zhiwei.

An indescribable pressure swept over them like a tidal wave, the space almost solidified into an iron plate, and everyone nearly suffocated, their minds trembling.

This is Zhang Zhiwei, the 65th Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain! An absolute powerhouse who can control the situation with a single move.

Lingyun Shangren's expression changed slightly. For the first time, he felt pressure in the mortal world. Cold sweat involuntarily streamed down his cheeks. If they really fought, the other party's cultivation and strength would probably not be much weaker than his.

"..."

Zhai Wushuang's face was gloomy, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. The other party's actions undoubtedly indicated that they were determined to fight him to the death.

The enormous Dharma image before him represented a gap he could not overcome; any move he made would inevitably result in defeat.

"You dare to kill a Xuanzun?"

Just then, the two vice presidents accompanying them, Lü Ci and Gao Mei, stepped forward.

One man had a sinister smile, and his arms were filled with Ruyi energy like overlapping waves, his strength surging wildly.

A person who is taciturn can cause countless tiny, wriggling particles to float when he simply raises his hand slightly.

Even more terrifying was that a magic array silently unfolded beneath the old woman's feet, covering an area of ​​a hundred meters. She had traversed the same path that the former traitor of the Tang Clan had once walked, and was no weaker than him.

In addition, the two sword wielders, the eight level 4 awakened individuals, Wei Yuanming and others, all unleashed their auras one after another, their sharp gazes locking onto their prey in unison, and powerful forces were poised to be unleashed, showing no fear of the reclusive old hermit and the traitorous sword wielder.

Upon hearing the words "Slay Jiang Mo" through the old man surnamed Ning's microcomputer, Yu Huai's face turned ashen, and he said:

"Ninghe, cut off his head for me."

"it is good."

The old man surnamed Ning readily agreed, his desire to kill Zhai Wushuang was extremely strong.

This young man is the youngest, yet he has already attained the position of Swordholder. If he is allowed to betray us and join a reclusive sect, he will surely become a troublesome problem in the future. It would be better to kill him now and eliminate any future troubles.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Master Lingyun had the idea of ​​retreating and said to Zhai Wushuang meaningfully:

"Junior brother, they have the upper hand today."

"Let's set aside our differences for now. There's plenty of time in the future. I will never break my promise to you."

Lingyun Jushi was confident that he could escape unscathed and also hold off the old man emitting golden light.

However, Zhai Wushuang could not deal with two sword wielders at the same time. If he made a move, he would probably be beheaded in no time.

"..."

Zhai Wushuang's chest rose and fell slowly, his anger almost burning out. He stared at Zhang Zhiwei, Wei Yuanming, the two sword wielders, and the three heads of the Nine Departments, wishing he could kill them all.

In the end, reason prevailed.

After weighing the pros and cons briefly, Zhai Wushuang agreed with Lingyun Jushi's strategy and retreated first, preparing to take revenge a thousandfold in the future.

He absolutely cannot die here.

At least not today!

"Coming and going as you please? Are you perhaps indulging in wishful thinking?"

Ning He waved his hand, and several top experts from the Nine Departments received the order and began to block the two's retreat, completely sealing off the exit.

"Are you really going to turn against me?"

Lingyun Jushi's eyes were sinister, and he threatened sharply:

"If you let us leave, we will live in peace. Otherwise, when my master Taiqing is born, he will punish you lowly mortals for ruining his great cause and harming his disciples. At that time, blood will stain the land for miles and corpses will be strewn everywhere. Then you will have something to regret."

Things were getting out of Lingyun Jushi's control. At first, he thought that these worldly guys couldn't be that strong, but he ended up with a weirdo similar to him and a bunch of ruthless characters, which gave him a headache.

Do you think you can leave here alive today?

Ning He laughed in anger, showing no fear of the other party's threats, determined to keep the two of them here.

"Ha! Why don't you try and see?"

Lingyun Jushi suddenly made his move, waving his whisk and casting a spell. Hundreds of gray lights fell down, like beans turning into soldiers. One after another, ferocious and majestic iron men burst out of the ground, tens of meters tall, roaring and charging towards the crowd.

"boom!!!"

Zhang Zhiwei acted decisively, lightning flashing from his palm. He charged forward, disappearing without a trace, leaving only a winding, streaking afterimage of lightning that connected with the bodies of a hundred iron men in a very short time before exploding.

"You scoundrel, how arrogant!"

Lingyun Jushi shouted loudly, and his figure suddenly disappeared. He took the initiative to intercept Zhang Zhiwei and fought fiercely with him.

"Kill!" Wei Yuanming brandished his sword and led a group of powerful warriors to besiege Zhai Wushuang.

The two swordsmen were the first to reach him and deliver a heavy blow.

"Humph."

Zhai Wushuang's eyes turned bloodshot, her body mutated, her gray hair danced wildly, and the power of her bloodline was fully activated.

His entire body was steaming with white vapor, unleashing power beyond its limits. Scales forged from black shadows covered his body, making him both sinister and mysterious.

"Pfft!!"

"Oh!"

The two swordsmen unleashed their deadly attacks upon him. Zhai Wushuang raised his hand to block, but was knocked back hundreds of meters, crashing through a rock wall. Not only was he unharmed, but his aura became even more ferocious.

"call out!"

Seeing that he was in trouble, Lingyun Jushi rushed back to help. With a wave of his whisk, a strong wind came rushing towards him, accompanied by tens of thousands of gray water droplets, like a fine drizzle, carrying a terrifying killing intent, easily forcing the two swordsmen back.

"Walk--!"

Lingyun Jushi let out a long roar, urging Zhai Wushuang to leave quickly. The two of them rushed towards the cave entrance, but Zhang Zhiwei's Dharma form swept down with a sword from a distance, cutting off their path.

"boom!"

Before they could regain their footing, Wei Yuanming delivered a finishing blow, the blade's light bursting forth like a waterfall, cascading vertically downwards.

Lingyun Jushi chanted incantations and formed hand seals, creating a protective barrier composed of countless wondrous runes that appeared out of thin air, neutralizing the attack.

"Junior brother, keep up with me."

"it is good!"

Zhai Wushuang was on edge when suddenly her whole body went numb, for reasons she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Heaven and earth are dark and yellow, the universe is a cauldron, refining the past and present, creating the profound and bright."

Lingyun Shangren's face turned fierce. He formed a hand seal with one hand, and blood essence flowed from his fingertips as he quickly drew a talisman in the void, which was completed in an instant.

He then chanted loudly, and his true qi poured out in a mighty torrent. The endless gray light covered all directions and gradually formed the prototype of an ancient cauldron. It was none other than the 'Spring and Autumn Rebirth Cauldron,' one of the six great killing techniques of Taiqing Palace, which was intended to severely injure everyone present in one fell swoop.

"Stop him!"

Someone shouted, but their eyes suddenly widened in terror, as if they had seen something even more unsettling.

"Wait!! Something's not right!!"

"Back off!!"

"Mechs, prepare!—"

The heads of the nine departments were horrified.

"Ok?"

Zhang Zhiwei, who had gathered a large amount of lightning and was preparing to unleash it, stopped in an instant.

What came into view was the black sphere that was floating behind Zhai Wushuang and Lingyun Jushi, which was expanding strangely, and white cracks were tearing through the viscous swamp.

"Boom!!!"

Suddenly, the massive black sphere exploded, a hurricane howled, and two slender figures emerged.