Chapter 575 Immortal guides the way

"Last night, a big sun suddenly appeared in the city of the divine capital. Its light was dazzling. I noticed something was wrong and climbed onto the star-changing platform. I saw a red sun falling into the imperial city, and the fire was overwhelming..."

In the side hall of the imperial city, Wu Yingxing lowered his head and looked ugly:

"In just a few seconds, Commander Wang coughed up blood and fell to the ground, and the Sky-Escape Boat was lost..."

In the side hall, Wang Jin knelt on the ground. His face was pale, and the gunpowder smoke still lingered on his body, as if he had been burned by fire for a day and a night. His voice was extremely hoarse:

"Your Majesty, I am guilty!"

quiet!

The hall was eerily quiet for a while, with only the sound of breathing getting heavier and heavier.

"It hurts me too!"

The desk was smashed to pieces with a palm, and Emperor Qian was trembling with anger: "Old thief, how dare you take my escape boat!"

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

Wu Yingxing did not dare to raise his head.

Two great masters were guarding the divine capital, and with the Xuan Bing in hand, they actually lost the Sky Escape Boat. Even he felt ashamed.

"Deserve to kill, deserve to kill!"

Emperor Qian couldn't suppress his anger, and felt his heart aching like a knife. He finally understood Wan Zhuliu's state of mind that day.

"Your Majesty, forgive me."

Wang Jin also lowered his head.

Wan Zhuliu, who was listening quietly with his hands lowered, also had a cold expression on his face and asked, "Can you see clearly who is coming?"

"The fire is surrounding me and I can't see my face clearly..."

Wang Jin became more and more ashamed, but when he recalled the terrifying figure falling from the sky at night, reflected in the red sun, he felt a chill in his heart:

"This person's martial arts has reached the point of being unpredictable. We only met each other before and after him, and the escape boat has been taken away by him. I, I, I was injured by the fire.

If I didn’t have the ‘Great Health Elixir’ in hand, I’d be burned to death immediately…”

"A face-to-face meeting..."

Emperor Qian's anger subsided slightly and he looked at Wu Yingxing again, who just nodded bitterly.

"I'm afraid this person is the traitor who assassinated the late emperor sixty years ago..."

Wu Yingxing didn't need to tell him. Everyone present could guess his identity. There were not many people in the world who could defeat Wang Jin.

While he was wearing divine armor and holding the Sky-Escape Boat, he was the only person in the world who could seriously injure someone and take away the Xuan Weapon with just a single glance.

'I'm afraid Wan Zhuliu may not be able to do it...'

Shen Qisheng glanced at Wan Zhuliu with his peripheral vision, touched the latter's eyes and then moved away without leaving a trace, saying:

"The red sun falls on the city, and the fire is overwhelming. The martial arts in the world can only be achieved by cultivating the 'Golden Form of the Great Sun' to the realm of the 'Golden Sun of the Great Sun'..."

Golden sun shape.

When Shen Qisheng spoke, the hall fell silent again.

Wang Jin lowered his head to prevent others from seeing the strange look in his eyes, but in fact many people present felt a little strange.

Without him, this Golden Sun Form is a magical skill inherited by the royal family. It originated from Taizu Pang Wenlong. However, in these thousands of years, no one in the royal family has mastered this magical skill.

Instead, someone who practiced this magical skill assassinated the emperor and took away the Heavenly Fate Xuanbing...

"Qin Yun!"

Emperor Qian's voice was cold. Looking at Wang Jin who was kneeling on one knee, he deliberately asked him how he could escape from the old thief.

But as soon as the words were spoken, they became soothing:

"Qin Yun has neither a king nor a father, but he was born with extremely high martial arts skills... This is not a crime of war, so Commander Wang does not need to worry too much. I will give you three 'health-preserving pills' so that you can recover from your injuries."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The king bowed his head to thank him and retired.

Wu Yingxing wanted to say something, but when he saw Emperor Qian's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart, and bowed to leave.

The two of them left one after another. Shen Qisheng and Yan Tianxiong had no intention of staying and left one after another. Huang Longzi held the black umbrella without saying a word. When he walked out of the hall, he was in a good mood.

Soon, only Wan Zhuliu was left in the hall.

"Wang Jin..."

Taking a deep look at Wang Jin's back outside the palace, Emperor Qian narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "The golden shape of the sun... Qin Yun, Qin Yun...

It has been more than a thousand years, is it possible that Pang Wenlong still has a legacy that has not been cut off?"

"Shrine..."

Wan Zhuliu didn't care about the origin of Qin Yun, but after everyone left the palace, he pressed his eyebrows lightly with his finger, searching for the traces left by Qin Yun.

Buzz~

Wan Zhuliu slowly closed his eyes, and not long after, he 'saw' the scene of the red sun coming last night, and saw the sky blazing with fire, and the whole city shaking.

A man falls from the sky, and the red sun hangs behind him, reflecting him like a god or a demon.

"This is no longer a spiritual phenomenon..."

Wan Zhuliu's eyelids trembled violently, and even when he caught a glimpse of this scene from the scattered Qi, he seemed to feel the heat wave hitting his face.

The red sun is not the sun, but a spirit that has been condensed to the extreme, carrying the will. According to the statement in the true shape diagram of Tiancang Sword,

"This is the Dharma!"

Wan Zhuliu suddenly opened his eyes.

Wisps of silver light intertwined in front of him, and Yun Mo's voice echoed in the hall:

"You can actually cultivate the Dharma without the true form diagram... This person's talent is no less than Pang Wenlong back then, no, even better than Pang Wenlong!"

Looking at the invisible silver figures gathering and dispersing, Wan Zhuliu held the magic sword at his waist with a solemn expression.

Compared to Qin Yun, he was more afraid of this old ghost.

"senior."

Emperor Qian's expression changed, but he bowed and saluted:

"I wonder how the junior should address the senior?"

"In the past, I was led to this place in a state of confusion..."

The silver light intertwined and changed, forming a cold and stern old face. He was flying in the air, looking down at the two people in the hall:

"A thousand years ago, Pang Wenlong performed a sacrifice in the capital of the gods. On that day, I followed the sky fire and severely injured him, leaving behind a trace of bone and blood...

You, even those strands of bone and blood that gave birth to descendants from people in this world, are also considered members of our Yunmo tribe!"

Woo~

Silver light flashed and turned into a figure falling in the hall:

"I am not an ancestor like you, but I can still be considered a member of the same clan. It's okay to call me senior, and it's not bad to call me ancestor!"

Wan Zhuliu frowned slightly: "Pang Wenlong also condensed the Dharma?"

"Never."

The figure of Taoist Yun Mo was blurry: "The spirit-like person combines spirit and energy to pick up the wonders of the heaven and earth to fill it. The Dharma-like form is the transformation of the spiritual form. It can truly interfere with the heaven and earth, and has all kinds of incredible power!"

He looked at Wan Zhuliu:

"If we say that the realm of unity is the unity of the three elements, the Dharma is formed by the unity of heaven and earth on this basis..."

"Be one with heaven and earth?"

Wan Zhuliu raised his eyebrows.

"Dharma phase, as the name suggests, contains the phase of Dharma."

The blurry figure of Taoist Yun Mo gradually became clear:

"The heaven and earth here are isolated from the inside and outside. Although there are inheritances from the Bafang Temple, they are only unified. This person can cultivate the Dharma. This achievement has surpassed Pang Wenlong..."

"Another one, Dragon Demon Taoist!"

"Dragon Demon Taoist?"

Emperor Qian frowned. The old ghost appeared and his eyes only glanced at him. He was mostly talking to Wan Zhuliu.

"Such a barren land can actually give birth to the 'Enlightenment Body'. It's a pity that the person's bones are too old, otherwise the Bafang Temple would have been opened more than a thousand years ago."

Taoist Yun Mo's voice was filled with inexplicable emotions, but he quickly calmed down. He looked at Wan Zhuliu:

"The puppets sitting at the door have woken up. It is no longer possible to seize the identity of the temple opener. It is time to make a choice!"

"Blood sacrifice is absolutely impossible!"
To be continued...