Chapter 1656: Ten Thousand Miles Is One Horizontal Line, Ten Thousand Years Is One Vertical Line

The black-clothed demon we encountered in the ancient demon cave under the Wuyangdu Mountains should be the Seven Hate Demon Lord.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a more powerful existence than ordinary demons.

Jiang Wang still feels chilly in his heart when he thinks about it now.

If it weren't for the huge distance between the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Realms and the present world, if Master Guanyan hadn't stepped in to protect the way, if it hadn't been for taking off the magical power of Scarlet Heart, if it hadn't been...

Today, he may be a withered bone, or he may be a demon body.

"Are these eight demon kings related to the eight great demon arts?" Jiang Wang asked.

The Mu Kingdom has been stationed in the borderlands for many years and has the deepest understanding of the Demon Clan, just like the Qi State is the country that understands the Hai Clan best.

Tu Hu nodded slightly: "The Demon Ancestor personally created the Eight Demonic Arts, which are the highest inheritance of the Demon Clan. The Demon Clan prospered because of this... These eight Demonic Arts have the supreme status in the Demon Clan. Historically, only those who practice the Eight Demonic Arts can Only those who have become demons through demonic skills can be called demon kings. They are regarded as the masters of destiny, ruling over all realms, and are the supreme and noble beings of the demon clan."

Jiang Wang couldn't help but think, since the Phantom Lord is such a terrifying existence, what level of power should Tu Hu be who he personally took action to set up a trap in the borderlands?

Although the Golden Crown Priest has a high status, it is obviously not worthy of such treatment.

Tu Hu has so many secrets...

Jiang Wang smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know what virtue or ability I have to be involved in a struggle at this level."

"This is exactly what I'm curious about." Tu Hu frowned and said: "The Phantom Lord has not taken action for nearly three hundred years. Although it is targeted this time, it is really strange to involve you..."

He looked over, with some inexplicable meaning in his eyes: "Do you have anything related to magic power on you?"

"There is nothing related to magic skills, but I did have contact with magic skills." Jiang Wang said, picking up the parts he could tell, and recounted the battle of Yu Beidou to suppress the demons in Duanhun Gorge.

At that time, Yu Beidou personally went to the Sanxing Palace and asked the Legalist master to rectify Jiang Wang's name. This matter was known to the world, and Tu Hu himself had heard of it.

However, this was the first time I learned the details from Jiang Wang.

"It is worthy of being called the 'Hexagram for Half a Lifetime'!" Tu Hu praised: "Yu Beidou has done a lot of good by blocking the blood demon's inheritance. If he teaches the blood demon king to return to his throne, the consequences will be disastrous."

Jiang Wang asked doubtfully: "As for the Demon Lord, even if there are one or two more, our human race should be able to handle it, right?"

Tu Hu solemnly said: "If there are only one or two demon kings, of course it is not a big problem. But according to the legend of the demon clan since ancient times...the eight demon powers gather together, and the day when the eight demon bodies are formed, the demon ancestors will Reappear in the world! I don’t think anyone dares to verify the authenticity of this legend.”

Jiang Wang had only heard of the story of the Demon Ancestor in Jixia Academy not long ago. In history, it was the second generation of emperors who joined forces with Confucian Patriarch and Fa Patriarch to kill him. The destruction of the Demon Ancestor was also regarded as a sign of the end of the demonic tide, and the ancient era came to an end.

After that, it went through the medieval era and the modern era, and then the modern world began.

"Jingxu Xiang'er Ji" says that the medieval era totaled 204,000 years, and the modern era totaled 103,000 years...

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and now Tu Hu said, is it possible for the Demon Ancestor to reappear in the human world?

It's incredible.

But if it is related to an existence like Demon Ancestor, nothing seems impossible.

After all, it was the terrifying existence that set off the demonic tide, and it was the huge shadow that shrouded the entire middle and late ancient times. It’s no surprise what kind of horror there is.

Even the Buddha of Buddhism grew up in that kind of shadow and was deeply impressed by it. In the classic "Bodhisattva Sutra" written by his disciples who recorded his words and deeds, there are many references to demonic tides and great fear - I heard this in the class of Yan Zenyi at Jixia Academy.

Thinking of that old fortune-teller who was not very serious and picky, I couldn't help but feel a bit of respect.

At that time, Yu Beidou was actually saving the world...

After thinking for a while, Jiang Wang asked: "Master Tu, do you think that my encounter with the demon in the border wilderness this time is related to my experience in Duanhun Gorge?"

"I can't say for sure." Tu Hu said: "But one thing is certain, the "Blood Demon Art of Destroying Love and Absolute Desire" will not be truly eliminated by Yu Beidou, and the blood demon will one day be unsealed. Before you You might as well leave something behind on your body..."

He looked at Jiang Wang: "Did Yu Beidou tell you anything when you separated?"

Jiang Wang shook his head: "I just said we'll see you later."

Tu Hu suddenly smiled: "Then there should be no problem."

Speaking of the four demon kings that currently exist in the demon clan, Jiang Wang has interacted with at least two of them, the Phantom Demon King and the Seven Hate Demon Lord. In addition, there is a blood demon who has not yet returned...

In addition, he personally killed nearly half of the nine human demons, so he really had a bad connection with the word "demon".

But it is also inevitable. Ordinary people can stay in an isolated village forever and never hear about foreign affairs throughout their lives. They don't know that there is a delusion in the world, and they don't know that there is a real devil in the world. As a genius of the human race, you must face something and take responsibility.

Jiang Wang secretly decided that if he met Yu Beidou later, he would still have to ask about things related to the Blood Demon.

Tu Hu asked again at this time: "I heard that you have a fight with Dou Zhao?"

"It is true that this matter was decided before God came." Jiang Wang said cautiously: "I didn't expect that Master Tu would be alarmed."

Tu Hu then asked: "Then you must also be competing with people like Huang Budong, Murong Longqie, and Chen Suan?"

Jiang Wang said: "It depends on the situation. The purpose of the competition is to verify the path, not to compete for courage. It is best if both parties are willing, so as not to hurt each other and only care about cultivation."

Tu Hu smiled and suddenly asked: "What do you think of Chen Suan?"

Jiang Wang thought for a while and said: "I don't have any special opinion. I don't know him very well."

"Then let me put it another way." Tu Hu said lazily: "What do you think of Jingguo?"

The etiquette officer of Muguo asked the envoy of Qi what he thought of Jingguo.

What can the envoy of Qi think?

He, Jiang, just came to thank for a private matter today.

He then pulled the corner of his mouth: "I have no opinion."

Tu Hu said: "It's too shameful to see."

"What I mean is that I am not very knowledgeable and I really don't think I am qualified to evaluate such an ancient country."

Tu Hu said: "It seems that Wu'an Hou also thinks that Jingguo is old."

Jiang Wang widened his eyes: "I didn't say that."

"I dare not speak, I understand. The people of Jingguo are too domineering!"

"If you continue to chat like this, I can only leave."

Tu Hu laughed, but he still looked at Jiang Wang and said: "Then I won't joke with you, let's talk about business. Everyone knows that Wu'an Hou of Qi has the inheritance of the fairy palace, and his fairy art is unparalleled in the world. Let me ask you, do you know how the nine fairy palaces disappeared?"

Jiang Wang's heart moved slightly.

The bloody words "Dao Zei" that had been erased on the Yunding Fairy Palace's memorial tablet seemed to appear before his eyes again.

He almost never recalled that picture, and never took the initiative to explore the secrets behind it. Because he knew that he couldn't bear the consequences of the fate of the Immortal Palace.

Today, when he came to Guangwen Yexiwu Temple, Tu Hu just mentioned the thank you lightly. During the chat, he talked about Guangwen Bell, Kurongyuan, Bianhuang, Demon Ancestor, Daomen, and Immortal Palace... It is undeniable that each of them is a question that he is quite curious about. And Tu Hu seemed to want to reveal the answers to those questions to him one by one.

Is this really a chat?

Jiang Wang shook his head: "I haven't figured out the history of the present world, let alone the secrets of the recent ancient times. In fact, I don't care much. People should focus on the present. Things that are too far away, I can't take care of them for the time being."

Tu Hu seemed to not understand his evasion at all, and only said: "What if I tell you that the destruction of the nine immortal palaces is related to Daomen... or even led by Daomen?"

Jiang Wang's heart was shocked.

In the Five Prefectures Sea, the ruins of Yunding Immortal Palace also seemed to be rolling with thunder.

Two strong men of the Fairy Palace are diligently repairing the building. Not only does it make the place look as bright as before, but the ruins are also much cleaner.

Since the four seas are connected, the Yunding Fairy Palace no longer feels so gloomy. Or since the White Cloud Boy has a companion, commanding the two strong men to work here and there every day, this place, which has been dead for many years, has also had something called "liveliness".

At this moment, in the Yunxiao Pavilion, the White Cloud Boy who was sleeping did a carp somersault, but failed to get up.

So he used the "Little Fatty Roll" instead, turned around on the spot, and then stood up with his hands on the ground. He stepped on a small cloud and flew to the roof of the Yunxiao Pavilion. His eyes were wide open and his ears were erect, and he was very interested in the next secret.

After all, he, the White Cloud Fairy Boy, shoulders the great responsibility of the revival of the Fairy Palace.

The Fairy Lord doesn't worry at all, so he has to bear a little burden - working is too hard, and he is willing to pay for the effort of listening to the two ears.

Unlike Baiyun Tongzi, Jiang Wang himself did not want to delve into anything. In other words, he did not want to find any answers from Tu Hu.

He realized that Tu Hu had been telling him stories and trying to convey something to him. Although the other party behaved very naturally, like an enthusiastic and knowledgeable elder, showing his rich accumulation in front of the young man... but he still smelled the smell of trouble.

He had enough troubles, and now he just wanted to stay away from it.

The destruction of the nine immortal palaces was related to the Taoist sect. This news was certainly very important, but it was not surprising.

Today's Taoist sect is still the most powerful sect and the most influential school in the world. All practitioners recognize its status as the source of practice.

It was once equivalent to practice itself.

The era in which the nine immortal palaces lived was once known as the "Nine Immortal Palaces Dominating the World". What world did they dominate? Who did they suppress?

Not to mention the difference between the immortal art system and the Taoist art system.

How could there be no contradiction between the two?

Jiang Wang could fully understand the logic behind this, and he also felt that Tu Hu's words were very credible.

But he had no idea.

Could he still overthrow the Dao Sect?

Jiang Mengxiong couldn't do it, and Qi Tianzi couldn't do it either. How many heads does he have?

"The era of the Nine Immortal Palaces has long passed." Jiang Wang carefully chose his words and said, "I did learn some things and found them very useful. But I don't think they are very suitable for the present world. As for the path of cultivation, time will give the answer. On this road, I am just a babbling child..."

Tu Hu interrupted him with a smile: "I didn't ask you to avenge the Immortal Palace. Why are you so anxious to be humble?"

"But." The host of the Minhe Temple changed the subject: "You need to know one thing - either you give up your inheritance of the Immortal Palace, or sooner or later, you will feel the pressure of the Dao Sect. They will regard you as a thorn in their eyes and a thorn in their flesh, and they will not stop until they remove it completely!"

"Master Tu forgot? I have already felt the pressure of the Dao Sect."

"Is Jingguo the Taoist sect?" Tu Hu looked at him, with deep shadows around his eyes: "Marquis Wu'an, I have to say that your understanding of politics does not match your identity."

"You are right, I am indeed ignorant in politics." Jiang Wang smiled without any concern: "But it is not the case that the Taoist sect will kill me just because I learned immortal arts, right? There is no such reason in the world."

"There is no reason in this world at all." Tu Hu spread his hands: "I just remind you, and I don't mean anything else... It's getting late, I should go to meditate. Thank you for your visit, which made me spend a relatively pleasant half day."

The other party ended the conversation so easily, only touching on the issue of Taoism, which surprised Jiang Wang a little.

But the accident was an accident, and his feet were not slow at all.

This time we talked about the pressure of Taoism. If we continue to talk, will we talk about the contradictions between Jingqi?

He stood up and said goodbye.

This time Tu Hu did not see him off, because it was indeed time for the golden crown priest to meditate.

Walking through the main courtyard alone, when passing by the Guangwen bell, Jiang Wang couldn't help but take another look, but he didn't see anything unusual. The relief on the bell face was lifelike. The legendary god messenger Minhar was riding on a white bull upside down, holding a seal with his hands, looking into the distance, and seemed to be looking over.

Jiang Wang looked away.

…

After returning from Guangwen Yexiwu Palace, Lord Jiang stayed indoors and adjusted his state seriously. He threw all the Kurongyuan and the nine immortal palaces behind his mind and prepared for the battle with one heart.

After all, the day after tomorrow is the day to test his hand with Dou Zhao, and he can't be as casual as he was when fighting Zhong Li Yan.

The spirit must be in the most perfect state, and no hidden injuries can be left on the body.

Even when he entered the Taixu Illusion several times, it was only to optimize the Taoist skills, and no battle on the sword arena was started.

Because he had completely entered the state of duel with Dou Zhao, he didn't want to be disturbed by other people's fighting styles.

Every detail of the fight with Dou Zhao in the Mountain and Sea Realm, and every battle of Dou Zhao on the Guanhe Terrace, were repeatedly replayed through the Ru Meng Ling.

This battle was said to be a competition, but for them who had already made an appointment with the gods, it was a verification of their own paths.

They were all peerless geniuses who were sure of themselves. They had confrontations and cooperation in the Mountain and Sea Realm.

They both had regrets.

Now that we have crossed the gap between heaven and man and look back, is it me? Or not me?

The Supreme King's Court is prosperous and noisy all day long.

Envoys from various countries also have their own purposes.

Ten thousand miles is a horizontal line, and ten thousand years is a vertical line. The big man sitting quietly in front of the chessboard calmly weaves different games. And who can break free and who can make a move?

In the Eagle City where undercurrents are surging now, perhaps only Jiang Wang and Dou Zhao are the purest.

As envoys of the hegemonic country, they also represent the powerful countries in the world. Jiang Wang has no mission, and Dou Zhao doesn't care about any mission.

But for a battle.

June 24th came quickly, like a song.

Early in the morning, Dou Zhao had someone deliver a handwritten letter.

There were only nine words, and it said--

"Noon, Canglang Fighting Field, Qingya Stage."

The battle with Zhongli Yan was held in exactly the same place, even the fighting stage was the same.

Except for the time and place of the duel, there was not a single extra word.

But Dou Zhao's madness was already revealed.

I am a madman, why should I speak madly again?

He wanted to win back the victory of the Chu people at the place where Jiang Wang defeated Zhongli Yan!