Chapter 51 The World's Strongest Dao Sect

When Xie Qingyun summoned Lin Yao in Qingyun Palace and was making the final preparations for Jianzong's western expedition, there was also a story happening at the other end extremely far from the Eastern Region.

Zhongshan Spirit Vein.

The main hills of Candle Dragon Palace are crowded with people day after day, extremely lively.

Recently, the two clans of humans and demons have been fighting fiercely. In addition to bringing a tense atmosphere to this sect, it also makes this sect more lively than before, with frequent exchanges of monks and material transfers.

The more lively the main mountain, the more deserted the back mountain where the founder of Wang Daode is.

If it wasn't for this patriarch who took in an apprentice a few years ago and barely added a little popularity to Houshan, it would be really a cold word.

However, this kind of bleak scene seems to be a very indifferent thing to Wang Daode.

He has always been a "weird" in the eyes of everyone, he doesn't like to make trouble, and he seems to only have those few citrus trees in his eyes.

Wang Daode stood quietly in front of the citrus trees, staring at the few young trees he had taken care of for many years, dazed.

"Master." At this moment, a gentle voice came from behind him.

The old man nodded and sighed, "I heard from your Patriarch Zhao that the Zhonglingyu is gone?"

"Yes, Huanling, the Taoist sect of the Central Spiritual Realm, is actually the sect of the demon clan, and all the high-level monks are demon cultivators.

Under their internal and external cooperation, Wannianxiongguan Longchengguan fell overnight. "The owner of the voice is Wang Daode's only apprentice, Mo Yan who is dressed in black.

He reported the situation respectfully and solemnly.

"I also heard that except for Jianzong who is rushing to help Zhonglingyu, other Taoist sects are planning to give up Zhonglingyu temporarily?" Wang Daode's eyelids kept shaking, and his heart trembled even more.

Mo Yan lowered his head slightly, "This is their decision."

"Stop the loss in time."

Wang Daode laughed inexplicably, and the meaning in the laughter was unclear.

"Do you know which of the Seven Dao Sects is the strongest?" He asked suddenly.

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the master suddenly asked such a question, he thought about it carefully, and said cautiously: "Is it the Taiqing Palace?"

The orthodoxy of Dharma cultivation has always had the loudest voice in the realm of comprehension.

So logically speaking, Taiqing Palace should also be the most powerful as a Dharma cultivator, right?

The old man shook his head and asked back: "Do you know how many people there are in Jianzong?"

"More than three thousand people." Mo Yan quickly replied.

Jianzong has always been the most unique sect in the entire practice world.

"Then do you know which sect is the least to be messed with in the entire Human Domain?"

"Jianzong." Mo Yan replied without hesitation.

"why?"

"Jianxiu establishes the sect by killing, so the disciples of the Jianzong must retaliate. They are the most murderous and 'unreasonable'. The style of the sect is simple and fierce in fighting for courage." Mo Yan said.

"That is, the most open-minded." Wang Daode summed it up in one word.

Mo Yan nodded slightly, feeling that the four words "be willing to let go" are really appropriate to describe Jianzong.

General sects don't mention the level of Taoism, even if they are only top sects, when faced with various disputes, they will start to "fear the head and tail", calculate various gains and losses and benefits, and act rationally.

But Jianzong is not like this.

No matter when, Jianzong is always acting on his own will.

One of the most famous examples occurred in the year of Chang'an.

At that time, the human race had just finished the first battle between Dao and Demon, and was in the ascendant stage. Jianzong was also seriously injured, recuperating and accumulating strength.

At that time, there was an extremely powerful savage witch clan on the grasslands in the west of the Eastern Region, and there was even a wizard of the Nine Realms in the clan, which could be regarded as one of the most powerful forces in the human realm at that time.

The wizard of the Nine Realms ordered his clansmen to slaughter the surrounding clans as a sacrificial weapon, and accidentally slaughtered a comprehension clan under Jianzong's command.

At that time, the Sword Sect sent an envoy to question the barbaric witch clan, asking them to hand over the murderer and plead guilty.

It's just that the wild witch tribe has always been unscrupulous, and the massacre of the tribe is based on the order of the nine realm wizard himself. If he handed over his subordinates like this, what would the tribe think of him?

Not only will you not be rewarded for doing things for you, but you will also have to pay for your own life?

Wouldn't he lose all prestige in the group?

Moreover, Jianzong was in unprecedented weakness at that time, how could he go to war for a small subordinate?

On the contrary, he could use the deeds of contradicting Jianzong to increase his reputation.

Based on these considerations, the wizard of the Nine Realms made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life.

He drove away the envoy of Jianzong, and sent a sentence back, "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated."

So Jianzong fulfilled his wish.

The whole Jianzong mobilized, dispatched more than half of its strength, and went on an expedition to the wilderness.

The savage tribe was terrified and terrified when they heard the news, and the wizards of the Nine Realms hurriedly begged for peace.

But it was too late.

There is no turning back when the bow is drawn, and the sword will be stained with blood when it is drawn.

The sword sect monk fought for half a month, fighting all the way from the edge of the wilderness to the center, and finally killed in front of the wizard of the nine realms, and replied to him.

"If you want dignity, you can trade it with your life."

Then, the wizard of the nine realms took his head under the three-foot sword.

The barbaric tribe that once flourished was completely ruined because it mistakenly beheaded a small cultivator family under Jianzong's command.

Of course, behind such a glorious ending is that Jianzong paid a huge price for it.

The expedition at the time when Zongmen was weakest further weakened Jianzong's strength, and even caused Jianzong to fall into a precarious situation for the next thousand years, almost falling from the position of Daozong.

But what came with it was that the concept of "those who offend my sword sect will be punished even if they are far away" has been completely imprinted in the hearts of the monks all over the world after that time, so that everyone has to be careful when facing the monks of the sword sect. I feel good about weighing it up.

What really chilled the monks all over the world was that during that expedition, none of the monks from Jianzong raised any objections.

Full of words.

There will not be another sect like this in the world.

 …

"But it's not enough to be willing to go out. Even if a five-year-old child is desperate, will it make a strong man afraid?" Wang Daode asked rhetorically.

Mo Yan was startled, and seemed to realize something, "Master, what do you mean?"

"Jianzong has only 3,000 people, and he is so domineering, but he can make the sects in the world fear him like a tiger." Wang Daode said leisurely: "In the final analysis, is it because Jianzong is the strongest Taoist sect in the land of the human race?" .”

"Seven Dao sects stand in the world, there must be the strongest, but the world has never heard of the strongest Dao sect, and it is also because the strongest Dao sect is the sword sect."

"If any other Taoist sect has this strength, it will vigorously promote this name."

"But the group of sword cultivators in the Sword Sect have always only had swords in their eyes, and never cared about these false names, and they don't need these false names, so naturally they will not take the initiative to promote them.

As for the other six Taoist sects, it is even more impossible to actively encourage the prestige of other sects, which led to this situation. "

"However, although there is no publicity on the surface, everyone knows the strength of Jianzong."

"So that's how it is..." Mo Yan let out a long breath, feeling extremely emotional.

Wang Daode turned around and looked at Mo Yan with never-so-full emotion in his eyes, "Our Candle Dragon Palace started from the first patriarch Wang Puxian, and the biggest goal is to lead the Candle Dragon Palace to become a Daoist sect."

"However, it is limited by various factors, including the fact that the position of Daozong is full, the suppression of the Taiqing Palace, our lack of strength and regional disputes... In short, the matter of Daozong has always been far away."

He chuckled softly: "However, this time the opportunity has come."

Mo Yan was shocked, and immediately understood what Wang Daode meant, and exclaimed: "Master, you want to... rush to help Zhonglingyu?!"

"The Huanling Sect is the sect of the Demon Race, so naturally it is no longer our Human Race Dao Sect. If so, there will be a vacant position for the Human Race Dao Sect."

"The Central Spiritual Realm also lacks a Taoist sect."

"Since they all chose to give up Zhonglingyu, if we can support Zhonglingyu and repel the demons, then our Candle Dragon Palace will be regarded as the overlord sect of Zhonglingyu."

"Western Region Shanhaiguan chose to give up Zhonglingyu, but our Candle Dragon Palace will not let it go!" Wang Daode's voice became more and more passionate.

"Can we really repel the demons?" Mo Yan asked subconsciously: "That's a domain of demons, our Candle Dragon Palace may not be enough to see in front of this force."

"Isn't there still Jianzong?"

"Jianzong?"

"Jianzong can become the strongest Daozong in the world. Naturally, there is a reason for it. If we learn from Jianzong, even if we can't become Daozong, there will be absolutely no mistakes!" The old Taoist said loudly.

"And..." The old man paused for a moment, his eyes drifted, a trace of confusion and worry flashed through him, and he murmured: "I have to consider whether this is the only thing that we, Candle Dragon Palace, will be able to do in this life. There is a chance."

It's been too many years.

Their Candle Dragon Palace has been walking in place or even retreating. Daozong is right in front of them, on the other side of the river, but they are far away, and they can't find a bridge to cross the river.

Now, there is a bridge in front of him. Even if he is not sure whether the bridge will collapse halfway, he can only bite the bullet and walk up.

Because, if you miss this bridge, no one knows if there will be another bridge.

"As a teacher, I have already discussed with Zhao Yuding and Yan Hanqing. The three of us will stay in the Western Regions and Shanhaiguan. As for the rest, we will follow Jianzong to support Zhonglingyu."

"The reason why I'm telling you this this time is because our Candle Dragon Hall and Jianzong are in the Western Region and the other is in the Eastern Region, and we have never had much intersection.

But this time we support Zhonglingyu, we must be headed by Jianzong, follow Jianzong's dispatch, and need to get on line with Jianzong. "

"And you have a very secret relationship with Lu Qingshan, the young master of the Sword Sect."

"So, I will leave it to you to take care of the connection."

"Also..." Wang Daode's voice stopped suddenly.

Mo Yan, who was still in shock, raised his head and looked blankly at his master.

The old Taoist in green shirt closed his eyes slightly, as if he was in deep thought.

The next moment, Wang Daode put two fingers together and wiped it tremblingly towards the center of his brow.

As a result, a faint flame imprint appeared between his brows, gradually outlining a golden light.

The golden light gathered, condensed into a point, and slowly separated from Wang Daode's eyebrows, suspended in the air.

After a while, the golden light dissipated.

A gray, mung bean-sized black seed appeared in front of Mo Yan.

Wang Daode waved his hand, and the black seed floated towards Mo Yan, and after a moment, it melted into the center of Mo Yan's eyebrows and disappeared.

"This is?" Mo Yan was puzzled but not worried.

He knew that Wang Daode would not harm him.

"The fire seed, the fire seed of the eternal fire," Wang Daode's eyes were still slightly closed and did not open, "I will send you off."

"Longevity Fire?!" Mo Yan was shocked.

Candle Dragon Hall monks, who doesn't know this fire?

This is the strange fire mastered by Wang Puxian, the first ancestor of the Candle Dragon Hall, and it is the top three fires that reach the sky in the list of strange fires.

However, the Longevity Fire disappeared with the fall of Patriarch Wang Puxian back then, and never appeared in the world again.

Most people in the world thought that the Longevity Fire had disappeared, and so did Mo Yan.

But he didn't expect that the fire seed of longevity fire appeared in front of him like this, and what he didn't expect was that Wang Daode gave this extremely precious fire seed to himself just like that.

"You are my only apprentice. The Longevity Fire is my father's legacy. I will give it to you. It is only right and proper. There is no need to make a fuss." Although Wang Daode didn't open his eyes, he took his apprentice's surprise into his "eyes" and said .

"When Patriarch Wang Puxian fell, the longevity fire lost its longevity, so it went out suddenly, and it has not been ignited for ten thousand years," the old Taoist said slowly: "In recent years, I have sacrificed this fire again, and its vitality has been restored, and the eternal fire may be regenerated at any time .”

"Your burning body can refine the world's strange fire, and use the power of the different fire to feed back to your body."

"Once the Longevity Fire, which is the third in the list of different fires, rekindles, you will surely rise to the top and reach the sky in one step if you refine it again. This is your good fortune and opportunity." Wang Daode said again.

He had finished explaining what he had to say, turned around, shook his hands, and said slowly: "Let's go back."

"Also, come back alive."

Mo Yan felt that Wang Daode's voice and demeanor today were full of exhaustion, and his overall state was even more strange, as if... like a dying old man confessing his last words to a junior.

"Okay." Finally, he nodded vigorously, his throat a little dry.

He cupped his fists and bowed to the master, retreated, turned and went down the mountain.

The moment Mo Yan left, the old Taoist's arms suddenly dropped, limply and feebly resting on his side.

He was lost in thought, wondering what he was thinking.

"I can't learn Li Qiubai's sword to open the gate of heaven and the ability to open the way for the world's sword cultivators as a teacher, even for you to open the way is so reluctant."

"Don't blame me for being incompetent."

Wang Daode finally opened his eyes.

Blood flowed from his eyes like a waterfall, dripping and terrifying.

In order to revive the Immortal Flame, one must obtain an Immortal Point.

Take my immortality in exchange for its immortality.

.........

At some point, a Taoist in green shirt quietly appeared beside Wang Daode.

Candle Dragon Hall, Zhao Yuding, a cultivator of the Nine Realms.

"Uncle, is it worth it?"

"There is no value or not. Jianzong can become the strongest Taoist sect in the world because they are willing to go all out. So what if I learn Jianzong to go all out today?"

"But what if it's a dead end?"

"I'd rather be wrong than do nothing."

"..."

rustle.

At this moment, the citrus trees in front of the old Taoist, which were planted on the Qi veins of the Candle Dragon Hall, suddenly turned without wind and made a rustling sound.

The two Taoists quickly looked at the citrus tree.

At this moment, the shriveled branches and leaves of the tree seemed to be speeding up the passage of time, completely withering and falling off at an unimaginable speed.

But at the same time as the old leaves fall off, the new shoots that just grew not long ago are also flourishing and alive at a speed visible to the naked eye, changing from tender green to bright green.

Among the bright green leaves, there is a strong fragrance.

The old Taoist in the blue Taoist robe trembled violently, raised his right hand with little strength left, pushed aside the bright green leaves, and looked inside.

His eyes were still bleeding with blood, and at this moment, he was tearing up.

There, a small white flower bloomed.

It's already a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches

She laughed in the bushes.

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