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The surging air waves swept away the snow within a radius of dozens of meters, revealing the frozen ground.

Michihiro Haneda's pupils shrank slightly, and with a sweep of his whisk, a huge earth shield appeared in front of him.

There was a loud bang.

The earth shield shattered instantly like porcelain hitting a hammer.

The punch was still as powerful as ever, heading straight for Michihiro Haneda's face.

Michihiro Haneda's figure faded, and the frozen soil under his feet melted like soft mud and water.

His body sank into the mud and water in an instant, and then appeared ten meters away the next second.

Earth Escape?

Fang Zuo smiled. This pure physical strength was indeed extraordinary. Not only did he not use any spiritual energy, he didn't even use any blood or qi. He just punched with such power.

"Your Excellency, are you really going to make an enemy of us?" Haneda Michihiro sneered, "So you're just a martial arts master. I guess I overestimated you."

He shouted, "Attack."

Several companions beside him waved their hands instantly, and ice cones, fireballs, water talismans, and various spells flew towards him from the left.

These are indeed some basic Taoist techniques, not those messy Yin-Yang techniques.

Fang slowly threw a punch with both hands.

The Asura pattern on his arm flashed.

The power of the incense that had been refined into the body gushed out.

A stream of black light shot out from the fist like a raging fire.

There was no sound and not much fanfare.

But everyone from the Jiuju Sect was stunned in the black light for an instant.

The body showed no movement, as stiff as a statue, and the pupils of the eyes disappeared instantly and turned white.

Fang Zuo could see the souls of these people showing expressions of fear, and then instantly disappearing in screams.

Fang Zuo felt this power, an experience he had never had before.

It is not included in the Five Elements and Yin and Yang, and does not belong to the Taoist and Buddhist systems.

'Pah, pah, pah.'

A burst of applause interrupted Fang Zuo's thoughts.

A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a white suit walked out, his pair of brown brogues showing his British style.

He has the appearance that women and girls like.

"Your Excellency the Infinite Heavenly Lord, fellow Taoist, greetings." The man performed a standard Taoist bow.

It was a bit out of place to be doing such an orthodox Taoist bow in this standard Western outfit.

Fang Zuo turned around and looked at the middle-aged man. He had a good appearance and his realm was not low.

He laughed and said, "I thought you would attack from the dark, but I didn't expect you to come out."

"There's no need for a sneak attack." The middle-aged man also said with a smile: "Since fellow Daoist is also from the Daoist sect, we are family. If I ask one of us for something, I shouldn't be rejected."

"Which Taoist sect are you from?" Fang Zuo looked the middle-aged man up and down and asked with interest.

"My Buddhist name is Xuanfeng, and my name is Samdao." The middle-aged man raised his palm and saluted.

"What the hell?" Fang Zuo frowned.

Is this also Taoism?

"Samfadao said this to the white people so that they can understand it when I preach." Xuanfeng said with a smile: "The Three Luoshen Dao is the correct name."

"Three...what is Tianshi Dao?" Fang Zuo frowned even deeper.

If this guy didn't have orthodox Taoist skills, Fang Zuo would have slapped him in the face long ago.

Tianshi Dao is Zhengyi Dao, and Longhu Mountain is its ancestral temple, but what are these three Luo prefixes?

"Sanluo Tianshi Dao..." Xuanfeng said with a smile, "This is the branch of Taoism founded by my master in North America."

Establish your own sect? Or in America?

Fang Zuo smiled. If what Xuanfeng said was true, he would really admire his master.

In America, the Protestant stronghold.

Protestantism has always adopted a nonchalant attitude towards cults.

The more cults there are, the easier it is for them to act. If they want to cause trouble for someone, they can just pretend to be a cult member and do anything.

However, the United States has launched an all-out crackdown on major Orthodox churches, and in recent years, few Orthodox churches have been able to establish themselves and preach in the United States.

"I'm curious about how you preach in Protestant territory." Fang Zuo asked with a smile, "Will Jesus let you go?"

"Oh, that's right. Jesus is just one of Laozi's incarnations. Strictly speaking, we and Protestantism are one family." Xuanfeng said with a smile.

Fang Zuo was stunned and burst into laughter.

Hahaha.

He began to admire his master more and more.

"I happen to have our doctrines here. If you are interested, you can take a look at them. You can also join our sect." Xuanfeng spread out his hands, and a booklet appeared in his hand and handed it to Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo took it with a smile. There was a Tai Chi icon on the cover.

The yin and yang fish eyes are replaced by Tao and cross respectively.

Turn to the first page.

On the title page, Jesus is sitting on a teaching chair, holding a staff, with a wheel of faith behind his head.

Wearing a religious robe and practicing Taoist techniques.

A row of large English propaganda slogans are on it: Christ is the eternal way

There was a strange look on Fang Zuo's face.

This is equivalent to directly raiding the Protestant Church.

The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are one and the same, and are nothing more than the incarnation of Lao Tzu.

I have to admit that this Sanluo Tianshi Dao is quite powerful.

"Okay, I admit it." Fang Zuo threw the booklet back.

"Since fellow Daoist has admitted that I am one of you, then please give the things to me. Don't ruin the relationship." Xuanfeng took the booklet and put it away and said.

"You also want the original power left by Ashura?" Fang Zuo shook his head: "You don't have the ability."

"Whether you have this ability or not, you won't know until you try." Xuan Feng slowly took out a small black banner. "I know your realm is not low, but with such a shallow spiritual energy situation, even if you have a higher realm without spiritual energy to use, it will be useless. But... I am different."

"You still have a magic weapon." Fang Zuo looked at the small banner and felt it looked familiar. After a closer look, he found that it was indeed something he recognized.

Xuanfeng threw the small black banner into the air.

The small flag rolled and hovered in the air, shook, and dropped a talisman.

The talisman swelled up in the wind and shook in the air, like an old cow shaking off lice, shaking off countless tadpole spells.

These tadpole spells were like countless leeches, winding and overlapping in the air, forming a huge skull.

"Where did you catch so many resentful souls?" Fang Zuo's eyes narrowed, and he realized that these tadpole-like spells were transformed from resentful souls.

They were all bound in small black banners.

"I just came back from Ukraine. There's nothing strange about collecting resentful souls on the battlefield." Xuan Feng bowed slightly to Fang Zuo and said with a smile, "I don't want to make things difficult for my friends, but anyone who stands in my way will die."

Following his bow.

The huge skull formed by the spell screamed like a ghost and rushed towards Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo didn't move either.

Let the skull crash into your flesh.

The moment it entered the body, this huge skeleton made of tadpole talismans actually transformed into an expression of fear.

Then it disappeared without a sound.

In the past, Fang Zuo would have killed both the small flag magic weapon and the Taoist Xuanfeng in the white suit with just one slap.

Even if this skull enters the flesh, it will be refined once the divine consciousness is released.

But now.

He crushed all these resentful souls with just his physical body.

"You..." Taoist Xuanfeng looked at Fang Zuo in surprise. "How could your body be forged like this? Forging the body with the Thirteen Supreme Scriptures? Impossible. Unless you have forged the Dharmakāya, you can't have such power."

Fang Zuo sighed as he looked at the Taoist Xuanfeng, who was also considered a direct descendant of the Taoist sect. "Besides collecting souls and refining ghosts, your small banner can also be used to separate souls and refine souls. I'll give you another chance. You might as well use it on me."

Taoist Xuanfeng looked at Fang Zuo in shock, and saw through the magic weapon given to him by his master at a glance.

Who is this man?

Grit your teeth.

Taoist Xuanfeng pinched his fingers and pointed at the small black flag floating in the air.

Suddenly, a black light shot out from the small banner and fixed Fang Zuo's spirit platform from a distance.

A pulling force was about to suck out Fang Zuo's soul.

Fang Zuo smiled and let the black light pull him away.

A huge pressure was pulled out.

It was as if the wrath of heaven was coming, forcing Taoist Xuanfeng to kneel on the ground with a "bang".

He gritted his teeth and trembled continuously, saying in a trembling voice: "No... Impossible... Yuanying Zhenren, how come there is a Yuanying Zhenren in this world besides Master?"

Fang Zuo was not surprised to hear what he said. Based on this small banner, he knew that his master was the same as himself.

Jiangxi, Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Town, the soul-calming banner of the Demon-Subduing Hall.

At the wellhead in the Hedian Hall, two yellow talismans written by heavenly masters suppress the souls of the 108 evil stars in the wellhead.

It disappeared a hundred years ago, how could it appear here?

"Fellow Daoist, please come out." Fang Zuo said lightly as he looked at Xuan Feng who was pinned to the ground and couldn't breathe.

A divine soul rushed out from the Xuanfeng Lingtai.

The world is solemn.

As vast and panic-stricken as Fang Zuo's soul.

"Greetings, fellow Taoist." A Taoist priest in purple robe with a blurred face descended from the sky and bowed in front of Xuanfeng as a sign of respect.

"You're welcome." Fang Zuo bowed in return.

"It is my fault that I offended you, fellow Taoist. Could you please give me a favor and spare my life?" said the Taoist in purple robe.

Fang Zuo thought for a moment and said, "Answer me a few questions, and I'll spare him."

"Three questions." said the Taoist in purple robe.

"Okay." Fang Zuo nodded.

"The first question is why the Heavenly Road was cut off."

Fang Zuo asked.

Since this Taoist is also in the Nascent Soul stage and achieved enlightenment before him, he must have also taken the path to ascension.

Just don't know why it's here.

"The sky is full of gods and Buddhas, but there is no one there. Only the Heavenly Palace exists." The Taoist in purple robes replied.

Empty?

Fang Zuo was surprised. He thought of many possibilities, such as the power of creation gradually decreasing and the Heavenly Court closing the gates.

But I never expected that there would be no one there.

The entire Heavenly Palace was deserted. Why did all the gods and Buddhas leave? Where did they go?