The morning light breaks through the vast expanse of smoke and dust.

In the secret place of health preservation, in the house under the main peak of the sect, Long Yingchan slowly opened his eyes, his expression was calm, only his two long eyebrows were shaking up and down.

"It took me more than ten days to comprehend the python-tiger stake... How long did I use it for?"

Master Long Daoist stroked his long beard and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Unique throughout the ages, everlasting!"

He got up and walked around, still unable to hold back the smile in his heart.

Two hundred years ago, or even a few hundred years ago, the person with the most profound talent in the world was undoubtedly Wan Zhuliu. When he was not more than six years old, he had already arrived at the Land of the Gods on land, and shocked the world with his magic sword that subdues demons and dragons.

It is incomparable to those who came before us, and it is difficult for future generations to catch up.

"God bless me, Longhu Temple!"

Taoist Dragon finally couldn't hold it back and laughed a few times, feeling very good.

Although that person is not his disciple, so what?

As the Taoist Master of Dragon and Tiger, all his disciples are his disciples!

"Unique throughout the ages...the only hidden worry is the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer."

Long Yingchan narrowed his eyes slightly.

When he caught a glimpse of Li Yuan's heels, he already knew who was the Master of the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer. The Black Arms had spirit, and he would not ignore his unparalleled second-level talent.

He didn't even need to confirm it.

"Senior brother, are you in a good mood?"

At this time, a voice came from outside the door, and Nie Xianshan, who was full of suspicion, came quickly, flicked the dust in his hand, and narrowed his eyes.

"I had a good dream last night."

Long Yingchan coughed lightly and suppressed his smile.

"Yeah?"

Nie Xianshan frowned, feeling disbelief in his heart.

This old guy has always had a bitter and hateful look since he was a child, and the older he gets, the deeper he gets. It seems that the last time he laughed out loud was when he had to pass on the 'Dragon and Tiger Mysterious Sutra', right?

"You want to go down the mountain?"

Long Yingchan asked, changing the subject.

"Well, Wanchuan should be arriving soon, so I have to go and greet him."

When it comes to business matters, Nie Xianshan can only temporarily suppress his doubts. He has been running around for decades for this magic weapon, and he is very serious.

In the past, he would have been too lazy to greet even the elders of other Dao sects.

"It doesn't hurt to be more polite."

Long Yingchan nodded and asked again: "Does Fang Chaoyang have an explanation?"

"The demons of the Evil God Sect are always tough-talking, what else can they explain?"

Nie Xianshan snorted coldly: "In my opinion, he should be killed."

"Of course I have to kill, but I still have to ask clearly. Over the years, I have been a little uneasy from time to time."

Long Yingchan pinched his eyebrows.

"gone."

Nie Xianshan waved his hand, he didn't want to deal with such trivial matters, he was not a Taoist master.

"Go ahead."

After watching him leave, Long Yingchan thought for a moment and walked out slowly.

Under the main peak is the Dragon and Tiger Tower, and many disciples are still trying to break through the tower.

Long Yingchan came slowly, but no one present seemed to notice him. Even if he passed by, no one noticed him.

"This stove is not stable either."

After a moment of sensing, Long Yingchan walked into the tower. The Dragon Tiger Tower was the center, the trial tower, and the place where evil masters were imprisoned.

On the third floor underground, in a damp and dark cage, Fang Chaotong sat cross-legged. His face was gray and his breath was almost gone.

In another prison not far away, Lin Chonghu was lying on his back, covered in weeds. He had not yet completed his blood transfusion and needed nourishing elixirs every day. Now that he had been without food for many days, his entire body was broken and his breath was almost gone. .

"Whoa!"

At a certain moment, Fang Chaotong opened his eyes, his eyes were still violent and cold:

"Long Yingchan!"

"Long Yingchan?!"

"Old bald donkey, give me back my magic sword!"

"Hahaha, old beast, do you dare to kill me?!"

Fang Chaotong shouted coldly, and the three underground floors suddenly boiled. It was like a will-o'-the-wisp ignited in the dark prison, and eyes full of hatred gathered.

"I don't know how to die."

Long Yingchan scolded lightly, and the underground prison suddenly became silent. Lin Chonghu raised his head with difficulty, feeling horrified.

"Junior Brother Nie is right. Those who deserve to be killed should indeed be killed."

Long Yingchan's muttering was loud enough for every prisoner in the prison to hear, and he came to Fang Chaotong's cage.

In the stainless steel cage, Fang Chaotong's eyes were cold:

"Long Yingchan, you are finally here!"

Long Yingchan's expression was calm and his tone was indifferent: "Do you believe that if I want to kill you, no matter how you look at the living person or the dead person's monument, they can't save you?"

"you......"

Fang Chaotong's eyes looked away as if they were being stung, and his voice was hoarse, but still cold:

"Neither the imperial court nor other Dao sect forces will allow you, Longhu Temple, to possess two pieces of Tianyun Xuanwei. Anyone who breaks the balance will be attacked by a group!"

The Heavenly Fortune Mysterious Arms are the pillars of the sect. The reason why the Five Great Dao Sect has been able to thrive through the years is because it holds the Mysterious Arms in hand and remains undefeated despite the wind and rain.

"So, I should let you take away the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer?"

Long Yingchan laughed dumbly: "Wan Zhuliu has also obtained the second mysterious weapon."

"The imperial court is different. No matter how tyrannical the dynasty is, it will eventually perish, but the Dao Sect can survive forever."

Fang Chaotong's face flashed with ridicule:

"Besides, that's Wan Zhuliu."

"puff!"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Chaotong felt stars flashing in his eyes, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground.

"The bones are really hard."

Looking at Fang Chaotong who fell asleep, Long Yingchan was not angry, but was in an inexplicably good mood.

Although he is not Wan Zhuliu, but...

Squinting his eyes slightly and suppressing the raised corners of his mouth, Long Yingchan turned around and looked at Lin Chonghu. The latter was obviously not as good as Fang Chaotong. Under his gaze, he could not help but tremble all over.

Before he could ask, he poured out everything he knew, just like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

"Is it just for the black whale that splits the sea?"

In the dark prison, Long Yingchan said to himself:

"It's that turtle again. What does that beast want to do?"

*e....

...xs x

"Tiger shape channeling gods, yuan python swallowing stars, snake shape eight transformations, these are the three superior pile skills?"

Inside the room, Li Yuan slowly opened his eyes. This method of teaching martial arts was very new. When he closed his eyes, he could see the three pillar skills and ten ancient books.

From his perspective, it can be seen that these three pile skills are vaguely related to the previous three, and it seems that they can be combined into a higher level pile skill.

Four Superior Pile Skills...

"Excellent level skill?"

Li Yuan was suddenly looking forward to it. If he combined this unique skill, would it be a magical skill next time?

Apart from the incomplete god worship method, he has never been exposed to real god-level martial arts.

"Dragon and Tiger Mysterious Sutra, Health-Preserving Pure Yang, Dragon-Elephant Vajra Heaven... Well, there is also the 'Dragon-Tiger Pure Yang' of the Tao Master's lineage, which magical skill will it be?"

Li Yuan's mind was filled with thoughts.
To be continued...