Chapter 1545: Sang Qiye, the Role Model of Our Generation, the Spirit Master Who Punishes the Rebellious Disciples

"The road is made by fighting."

"Kill from day to night, from the human world to the underworld, and strike in one direction. The enemy will be afraid and retreat, and the road will be cleared."

At the moment when the divine court was shattered, the darkness welcomed the dawn. Even the gray sky of the ruins of the gods seemed so fresh, and the air was a little sweeter.

Yue Gongli was silent, but the words he just said flashed through his mind.

This was the answer given by the bald man very calmly and seriously when Shen Yi was becoming famous and he was playfully interviewing him as a bard.

He was as calm as if he was beating the Di Ying Holy Strain at this moment.

Yue Gongli vaguely remembers the scene at that time:

God also held the hand of that unknown woman. He was the tallest among the crowd, and he stood out the most, a head or two taller than the others.

The accompanying interview was actually forcibly pulled over, and there was also a fortune teller who claimed to be a fortune teller, but actually only told people about their marriage prospects.

This gentleman was even more unknown than Shen Yi at that time.

Only Yue Gongli knew how evil this fortune teller who had been playing since childhood was.

He glanced at the fortune teller and asked the god: "Suppose you encounter an invincible phantom formation, and the ghost can't get out of it. Under such circumstances, how can you survive?"

God was still calm, and as a fledgling, his heart was as stable as a rock that had been beaten by thousands of years of wind and rain, and said:

"Just kill him."

Yue Gongli was naturally unwilling to give in and asked again and again: "What if that formation is rare in the world, or far higher than all the spiritual formations in the world?"

God also calmly replied:

"I am not trapped in this world, so what's the use of it?"

Finished saying this.

The fortune teller rolled his eyes to the sky.

The woman in Shen Yi's arms cuddled up tenderly, with only the stars of worship in her eyes.

Yue Gongli was very interested. He turned around and asked the fortune teller: "What do you think?"

"What do I think?" The fortune teller opened his mouth without even pinching his finger, "I wish them a long life!"

Later...

All of this is a prophecy.

After the battle between the Ten Lords, they both died and lived, and they all became famous.

God also became the most powerful man.

Xiang Yaoyao became the happiest woman.

The arrogant and tough-tongued Dao Qiongcang achieved a magnificent transformation from nothing to something, and finally gained the recognition of his family. The price was that he was deprived of the right to research, and finally sat in the position he had longed for and hated the most.

He became a contradictory person, coquettish and weird, flamboyant and restrained.

Everyone shines in their own way.

"just me……"

Yue Gongli touched his chest and looked at the distant light flickering in the sky after the divine court was broken, with a lonely expression.

Only he, after his pretending to be a Taoist from the Han Palace Emperor realm was exposed, was personally captured by the real Taoist sister and taken back to the tribe to be punished with a ruthless, cold and cruel pin whip.

When you come out again.

Things are different and people are different.

He, Yue Gongli, became the red-robed Taoist master respected by thousands of people.

Shen Yi is still the same, as he was a few decades ago - calm and arrogant.

"No!"

"It's changed a bit."

Yue Gongli quickly put away his emotion, looked heavily into the distance, and followed everyone's footsteps toward the front battlefield.

God has become stronger.

Although he has won two seats among the ten seats, it does not mean that he can secure the throne of "number one in combat power".

Quite the opposite!

In public opinion, there are not only a few who are better than gods, but also a few.

Those ten people from the past who have not seen each other for decades have returned today, and God has been able to chase after the Holy Tree of Diying. What about the others?

When they each break away from their restrictions, is it possible that the Holy Spirit Continent is really about to be overthrown?

…

The divine court was gone, and it merged into the crowd in the direction of the battlefield. The surroundings were already very noisy:

"The Ancestral Tree! That's the Ancestral Tree!"

"I have seen the portrait of the clan, which is the Holy Tree of Diying. The reason why my Yuanping family, Cheng, was able to rise is because our ancestors once obtained the Dao Fruit of the ancestral tree!"

"Those who chased the ancestral tree..."

"God is the same! At the gate of hell, God is the one who calls God!"

"Good guy, so fierce! Back then, I personally participated in the Battle of the Ten Seats, and I encountered the god once. He was far from being so fierce."

"Ah? A big shot who has participated in the Ten-Seater?"

"Haha, Yaoyao... At that time, he punched me away from the air. Speaking of which, I have touched the person on the throne..."

Boom boom boom!

The battlefield is still hot.

The God of Heaven also smashed the roots of the Holy Plant of Diying with a few pillars and crushed it into powder.

Half of the ancestral tree was destroyed, and the remaining tree crowns were almost running for their lives in a panic.

The six thickest tree branch tentacles on that half of the body no longer dared to turn around and challenge the power of the Overlord, turning into spider legs and crawling like a drowned dog.

The gods and gods are also chasing after them.

"Shenyi, so strong?"

Xu Xiaoshou became more and more surprised as he watched.

While he was shocked by the gold content of the Nine Saint Slaves, he was suddenly raised countless times by this man on his own.

On the other hand, I couldn’t help but start thinking:

"God's Love Battle..."

Yes, before he entered the ruins of God, a battle of ten thrones took place here.

I heard that the fight was so devastating that the winner could not be determined for several days.

In the end, he committed suicide out of love for the common people and drew an absurd ending.

The world may think that Ai Cangsheng has given up.

Xu Xiaoshou outside knew that God had no limiter, Auntie Xiang, and the love for the common people had an extra drag bottle, Dao Xuanji.

So that battle was fruitless.

But to no avail, this is the biggest bad news!

Nowadays, among the Six Paths of Ancient Martial Arts, Shen Yi even opened only one Heavenly Path, and with just one pillar of Overlord, he was able to beat the ancestral tree, Di Ying Sacred Tree, into pieces.

How could he be worse than Ai Cangsheng, who had fought fiercely with him for several days?

At a certain moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt that it was not God who was drifting, but himself.

"How dare I break into the Holy Mountain and pretend to be in front of my beloved dog?"

In this way, when you go back, don't you really have to fight with the "perfect state" of the ten Ai Cang Sheng?

Or should we withdraw?

But what should Old Man Sang do? Can’t he be saved?

In fact, it’s not impossible to not save him...

Ah, Li Fugui, I regret not listening to my advice!

When you were admonishing me, could you not be so tactful and be more direct? If you force me to enter the Ranming Ruins, I won't have so many worries!

"Xu Xiaoshou."

While I was thinking wildly, a familiar voice came from my ears.

Cen Shui, Bai Yue and others suddenly looked back, Xu Xiaoshou also turned around suddenly, and the people scattered around also looked sideways.

But I saw an additional figure not far away.

He was wearing a white tattered prison uniform, dyed pitch black, and his exposed arms were withered and skinny, like two charcoal bars, and there was a faint flash of white fire in the cracked lines in the middle.

Not only his arms, but also his neck and feet were like this. His body exposed outside his clothes, except for his face, was like charcoal.

"sleeveless!"

"The Holy Slave is sleeveless!"

"Oh my god, he's here too, so isn't this place..."

Yue Gongli's eyes flickered for a moment, and his eyes swept over the person in front of him.

Wu Xiu, Shenyi, Cen Qiaofu, Water Ghost.

Outsiders may not be able to count the gods, and they don't know much about water ghosts.

As a semi-insider, he has heard a lot of inside information from his sister over the years, so he naturally knows very well that everyone at the moment is the highest combat power configuration of the Saint Slave:

Holy Slave second, third, fourth, fifth in command!

Oh, now that person is the former second-in-command of the Holy Slave.

Now the second in command is Shou Ye, who is better than his master.

so……

"Five Holy Slaves!"

"If all five of them are killed here, Saint Nudu will lose half of his country, and the eight masters will return to thirty years ago overnight. It will be difficult to achieve anything!"

But soon, Yue Gongli frowned and disappeared into the crowd.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

What we should consider is actually not whether we can kill them here, but whether I will be killed by them together, right? !

…

"Sang Lao..."

When looking back, it seems that the roar of the battlefield has become quite distant at this moment.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that even the figures around him were fading away, and only that strange yet familiar figure became clearer and clearer in front of his eyes.

Mr. Sang has changed!

He has completely changed!

It is completely different from the image seen in the Taixu world.

The simplest way he can describe it now is that the "sleeveless, red-scorched hands" have mutated into the "sleeveless, red-scorched body."

"How did you become such a ghost?"

Xu Xiaoshou grinned widely and rushed forward to grab the old man's arm to see what was going on.

Long time no see!

It’s been too long!

Counting it all together, after leaving the Taixu world twice, this was the first time I saw Old Man Sang since the battle in the Eight Palaces. It seemed like it had been a long time.

If the junior sister was here, she would be so excited that she would burst into tears.

Xu Xiaoshou felt fine.

Even though it’s been a long time, there’s never a day without seeing something as exaggerated as three autumns apart, because it’s full of calculations...

It’s been less than a year since Mr. Sang lost contact!

"One year!"

"I am already so strong!"

"And you, my master, how did you become like this? Is there something wrong with your cultivation? Haha, okay."

This was not what he meant. Xu Xiaoshou crossed the crowd and came to Sang Lao. The more he talked, the happier he became. He grabbed his clothes and started rubbing them:

"How did you keep your clothes?"

"Sleeveless·Red Burnt Body? No, it should be Sleeveless·Red Burnt Body. This material..."

Xu Xiaoshou quickly figured out that this was no ordinary prison uniform.

This thing has been specially refined and exudes the burnt smell of the elixir, and it also has the smell of the second-generation Toshen Nianlong's burning.

"Is this fake clothing?"

"No, this is a fake but real piece of clothing. Half of it is condensed from the energy of the Dragon Soul, which means..."

Xu Xiaoshou looked at this old man who was obviously shorter than him and could see a clear bald head. His eyes widened and he asked in shock:

"Are you running naked?"

After listening in silence, Mr. Sang looked at the young man in front of him. His big dark circles twitched twice, and the feeling of seeing each other again after a long separation was gone.

he kept telling himself.

Tolerant……

There is no need to argue with a young boy. With so many people watching, it is not cost-effective, not decent, and even less dignified.

"I didn't want to be like this." Sang Lao shook his head slightly.

"What?" Xu Xiaoshou didn't quite hear the old man's murmur.

"Back off."

Sang Lao pointed his finger at the hedgehog's forehead and exerted force as if he wanted to kill this traitor.

Bang!

Ripples exploded in the void, and the earth collapsed. Xu Xiaoshou was knocked back several steps with one finger, looking slightly shocked.

"you……"

The words haven't left my mouth yet.

Then I saw Mr. Sang lift his chin, curl up the corners of his lips, and raise one hand upward.

Buzz!

The brilliant light spun out from under his feet, covering everyone in the venue, spreading for thousands of miles, with overwhelming momentum.

The mystery array!

Instantly, the people around were collectively shocked.

"What? The mystery of the fire system?"

"Saint slave Wuxiu has comprehended the mystery of the fire system?"

"No, he he he, he doesn't have the mystery. When he was on the throne, he was not the mystery throne..."

"Am I remembering it wrong? Who tampered with my memory? Saint slave Wuxiu is not the mystery throne, not the mystery Taixu, right? The first mystery refiner was Yu Ling, wasn't he?"

"It was Yu Mo!"

"Is it Yan Wu Se?"

"Old Yan doesn't have the mystery, you remembered it wrong, but Wuxiu originally had the mystery, why do you think he is the second in command of the Saint Slave?"

"Ah? Is that so?"

This fire mystery, let alone the people around, even the semi-saints were dumbfounded.

Cen Qiaofu, Bai Zhou, Yue Gongli, all were surprised.

The water ghost was also stunned. He was the semi-saint of the secret of Taixu. He knew better than anyone that Wuxiu's fire secret was genuine.

But...

He also knew better than anyone!

Wuxiu, the second-in-command of the Holy Slave, really didn't have the fire secret in the past!

Did he realize it after Taixu?

This understanding is too terrifying!

But soon...

Like the water ghost, everyone looked at the Holy Slave Wuxiu, who was standing on the secret array diagram, with his hands behind his back, his face proud, and the corners of his lips that he couldn't suppress no matter how hard he tried, and then looked at Shouye.

In an instant, everyone's expression was strange.

Xu Xiaoshou's expression was also strange.

No.

It took a long time.

You are pretending to be like this in front of me?

...

"Awesome!"

At this moment, looking at the strange expressions of the people around him with a little doubt in the complexity and a little respect in the astonishment.

Sang Lao admitted that he did it on purpose.

He just wanted the most superficial pleasure at this moment!

After studying for so long, pondering for more than 30 years, I even did not hesitate to be sentenced out of the Holy Palace, and seek the "evil and crooked way" in the outside world - to prove the mystery with the body of the ethereal void!

My way is complete!

This road leads to heaven!

What's wrong with pretending?

After a long time of separation, what's wrong with me showing off in front of my apprentice?

I didn't want to do this, it was you who forced me.

I was thinking of reminiscing about the past, asking about each other's well-being, and showing off the relationship between master and apprentice... and then! Then suppress first and then praise! I did this ruthlessly!

But your mouth, chattering is simply annoying!

In this case, I will show it directly!

Are you speechless now?

Are you suppressed by this old man?

Aren't you a genius? Didn't you debut for half a year, and your name is famous in the five regions, and even the eight masters of "three breaths of innateness, three years of swordsmanship" praised you?

Submissive to the master?

Haha.

In front of the real master, you are nothing!

Young man, you must know that when the four sons of the Holy Palace became famous, you were not even born yet!

"Senior Fenqin..."

The intelligence officer following Old Man Sang couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to remind him with a twitching face.

How could Old Man Sang care about these things!

He raised his hand and said in a slightly arrogant and preachy tone in front of Xu Xiaoshou and everyone in the audience:

"Back then, I was a special envoy of the Holy Palace and went to Guizhe Holy Mountain. I met an old man who was half a saint and talked to him about some insights into refining spirits."

"I think that the great way has no rules, and the spirit refiners are not bound. I was inspired and affirmed by him."

"From this, there is a theory: only the throne realm can comprehend the mysteries. This is bullshit, this is a misunderstanding of refining spirits!"

He raised his chin again and showed his nostrils. Sang Lao's feet were off the ground, and he floated up slightly like Ye Xiaotian. He could not see the expression of the old subordinates of Fenqin behind him who wanted to say something but hesitated:

"No matter the throne realm, the way of killing, the great void, or the half saint, as long as the comprehension is strong enough, anyone can comprehend the mysteries. This is the correct answer!"

"And the mystery formation diagram under my feet is actually not a mystery formation diagram. I call it an evolvable..."

"The great way diagram?" Xu Xiaoshou suddenly spoke.

"Yes, it is the Great Dao Diagram!" Old Sang nodded with a smile, and suddenly he was startled, "How do you know?"

Xu Xiaoshou was silent.

The whole audience was silent.

The water ghost pinched the hollowed-out half of the golden beast face, and suddenly wanted to complete it, so that the face could be completely covered.

Old Sang looked around and realized something was wrong.

The reactions of the crowd were strange, but too calm. It was clearly not the reaction they should have after hearing such explosive news of refining spirits.

Your "sky", your "grass", rebellious, me, why are you all shut up, are you dumb?

You are all rough people, why are you pretending to be serious and civilized with me?

Is it time to be silent now?

Clap!

"Pa pa pa..."

Xu Xiaoshou clapped his hands, shook his head and sighed as he walked forward, and even bent down to touch the illusory mystery array diagram of Old Sang who was flying very high.

"Old Sang, so strong!" He said with a sigh.

Sang Lao's lips suddenly dropped, and he flicked his sleeves. Oh, there were no sleeves.

He slowly put two fingers together and tapped the air. He didn't know what he was tapping, but said calmly:

"General."

Xu Xiaoshou squatted on the ground and raised his head, his admiration became more and more intense:

"Ether has realized the mystery of the fire system, this is a role model for our generation, don't be modest, you are hypocritical!"

You?

This is the first time that I have received a respectful title from this traitor, right?

Old Sang couldn't hold back his smile any longer, and it reached his temples. He stretched out his hand and pushed the golden beast face like a water ghost. Oh, no.

He touched his nose and snorted:

"It's just a mystery, not worth mentioning."

Xu Xiaoshou stood up and said excitedly:

"It's not worth mentioning? What can be worth mentioning? Breaking the shackles and realizing the Great Dao Diagram, Taixu proved the mystery again, you are not a role model for our generation, what are you?"

Ha, trivial matter.

Old Sang calmed down.

He was a man who knew when to stop, and planned to forget it.

It was just to suppress Xu Xiaoshou for being like this. If it was normal, he would not be so high-profile.

"By the way."

Burning the piano and cooking the crane, how smart is the Saint Slave Wuxiu?

Old Sang quickly remembered what was strange, and he wanted to ask Xu Xiaoshou how he knew the three words "Great Dao Diagram".

Xu Xiaoshou danced with joy and refused to stop talking:

"To comprehend the mysteries of the fire system with the body of Taixu, this is the 'role model of our generation'."

"Then!"

He looked around, at everyone:

"If someone can comprehend the mysteries of several great spirit refining in the realm of Zhandao, and master the great Dao diagrams of various systems, what should he be called?"

Everyone was silent again.

The old subordinates of Fenqin retreated tactfully.

The words have been pushed to this point by Master Shou. If they want to say more nonsense, it would be rude, impolite, and tired of living.

Let the master and disciple solve the matter between them.

Old Sang put his hands behind his back and sneered at the foolish disciple who always had amazing words: "How is it possible?"

"If there is?" Xu Xiaoshou looked over.

"Since you respect me as the 'role model of our generation', if there is someone you said, I would like to call him the 'master of spirit refining'!" Old Sang shouted.

As soon as the voice fell.

Xu Xiaoshou raised his chin, put his hands behind his back, and floated in the air.

The black clothes and black hair fluttered without wind, and layers of dazzling light appeared from his feet.

"Boom!"

In the distance, the Overlord retreated from the ancestral tree again, but the roar was not as harsh as here.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz...

Layer after layer!

Really layer after layer!

Elder Sang was numb, and his pupils lost focus.

At this moment, the only function of his eyes seemed to be to reflect the Dao map that appeared, disappeared, and flashed under his traitor's feet again and again without repeating.

Life, sword, space...

Fire array, gold, body, spirit...

Those who can understand...

Those who can't understand...

The world froze at this moment, and the world lost its color, because it was all taken away by the traitor.

Elder Sang felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat, a thorn in his back, and his soul was out of his body.

It seemed like he had waited for ten thousand years before he heard Xu Xiaoshou's calm voice, which was like a dimensional strike:

"Spirit Refining Master?"

"Okay, I accept it."

"And now, my disciple, it's time for you to call me Master."()