The Golden Elixir is a Star. Do You Call This Cultivating Immortality?

Chapter 152 He is really crazy, kill the messenger of Yin God!

Hearing the words of Emperor Yan of the Sun, Qi Yuan felt warm in his heart.

“If any evil spirit attacks me, I will mention the name of Lord Feng.”

 The group of friends is really nice.

 It’s a pity that now he is still too weak and can only hug the big brother’s lap and cannot solve the big brother’s problems.

 After finishing chatting with Emperor Yan of the Sun, Qi Yuan changed into the name of the Blood-robed Sword God.

 There are indeed many more friend requests on this account.

“Is this the leader of Shenhuahui Dongtuhui?

 Sure enough, the boss is the boss and will not change his ID. "

 He passed the ID as "Master of Shenhuahui Dongtuhui".

 Not long after, a piece of news came.

“Fellow Taoist Blood-clothed Sword God, do you have some time?”

"have."

“I didn’t expect that our Dongtu Branch of the Shenhua Club would have a strong man like the Blood-clothed Sword God.” The leader of the Dongtu Branch of the Shenhua Club was the first to praise him as soon as he came up.

This made Qi Yuan a little embarrassed, and he asked directly: "What does the leader want from me?"

 “Can the fight between fellow Taoists and Guangming Palace be settled?”

 Seeing this, Qi Yuan was unwilling.

 “The Guangming Palace and I have a blood feud that cannot be settled!”

 This leader of the Shenhua Hui Dongtu Hui is here to be a lobbyist?

“It’s just a little grudge, why don’t fellow Taoists let it go?

Fellow Taoist is strong, but he can't beat four hands with two fists. Dozens of Zifus from the Guangming Palace gathered together, led by three late Zifus. Fellow Taoist went there, just to die. "

 The leader of the Dongtu Club of the Shenhua Club is telling the truth. This is also the understanding of almost all the monks in the Zifu.

Nowadays, almost all the powerful people believe that the grudge between the Blood-clothed Sword God and the Palace of Light will be settled until the Yin God appears on one side.

 First of all, the Blood-clothed Sword God is too strong and has no worries. The Guangming Palace will not be able to deal with such a lone monk for a while.

Secondly, the Guangming Palace is too powerful, and now it has retreated. The Blood-clothed Sword God comes to provoke, seeking death.

"I've already posted a message to destroy all the Guangming Palace. If I don't go now, wouldn't it be a shame for me?" Qi Yuan replied matter-of-factly.

This answer will make the master of Shenhuahui Dongtuhui unable to deal with it.

“If fellow Taoist is willing to reconcile, the three palace masters of Guangming Palace will personally apologize to fellow Taoist.

 The Palace of Light will also present... some techniques and some treasures. "The leader of the Dongtu Club of the Shenhua Club continued, "The specific content of the compensation needs to be discussed with fellow Taoists and people from the Guangming Palace.

Ten days later, in the Feixian Tower, the Guangming Palace will hold a banquet of hundreds of immortals to apologize to fellow Taoists. At that time, the fellow Taoists can go there in a separate avatar to discuss the specific details of compensation with the master of the Guangming Palace. "

Qi Yuan was happy when he heard this.

Is this the same unruly Guangming Palace he has seen before?

 “I still like their original unruly appearance.”

The rebellious, cold, noble, and aloof Bai Yueguang is more eager to conquer, isn't it?

"If you want to talk to me, the **** war of hundreds of kingdoms will stop first, and then everyone in the Zifu will commit suicide." Qi Yuan said directly.

 The leader of Dongtu Club of Shenhua Club was silent.

 Is this called peace talks?

“Blood-clothed Sword God, are you really not willing to meet and have a talk?” the leader of the Shenhua Hui Dongtu Hui said in a helpless tone.

“Am I asking too much?

 They are not even willing to commit suicide, they have no sincerity at all, and they even want to reconcile! "

“Meet? Feixianlou is exempted.

 Seven days later, I went to the Guangming Palace headquarters in person and asked them to wash my neck and wait. "Qi Yuan Haoheng said.

 After saying that, he entered the Shenhua Club forum and posted a post.

"Seven days later, I, the blood-clothed sword god, representing justice, will level the Palace of Light!" 》

 The destruction of Guangming Palace this time has received support from many people.

 Qi Yuan also finally issued a death notice.

 After posting the post, Qi Yuan felt refreshed.

“Now the Guangming Palace should be huddled in the headquarters, just in time to defeat them in one fell swoop.”

After this post was posted, many people commented quickly.

 “Senior, are you serious?”

 “Witness history!”

 “Senior is so powerful that I have long disliked the Guangming Palace.”

 “Senior, why don’t you think about it again?”

 Looking at the comments below, Qi Yuan became very excited.

“Sure enough, my heart is with me and my righteousness is with me.”

However, when he saw some of the negative comments below, citing the power of the Guangming Palace and the fact that the Blood-clothed Sword God could not destroy the Guangming Palace, Qi Yuan looked a little unhappy.

 “Why can’t it be banned?”

“Although what they said made sense, they just seemed unhappy.”

At this moment, Qi Yuan understood. Fortunately, he was not the emperor. If he were the emperor, he would definitely be a coward and would not be able to listen to any lengthy words of advice.

Qi Yuan thought for a while and replied to his loyal fan Xiaoli.

 “This time, I will count your contribution in destroying the Palace of Light.”

 In a distant place, Xiaoli was confused in the Fox Cave.

“Boss, I’m just here to shout for strength, don’t take me with you!”

Although her place is far, far away from the Palace of Light, it is not good to have an enemy for no reason.

 …

As soon as the post was sent out, everyone in Cuiyunzhou was shocked.

 In Cuiyun Continent today, in all the restaurants and inns and Goulanhua boats, the most discussed topic is the final battle between the Guangming Palace and the Blood-clothed Sword God.

 Because, the Blood-clothed Sword God threatened to destroy the Palace of Light in seven days, which was beyond the expectations of many people.

These people don’t understand, why does the Blood-clothed Sword God dare to do this?

Even Old Man Wutian, the first person under the Yin God of the East Earth to ascend to the Heaven Pavilion, dare not say that he can destroy the Guangming Palace.

How dare the **** sword **** do this?

Most of the lower-level monks verbally support the Blood-clothed Sword God, but no one thinks that the Blood-clothed Sword God will win.

 After all, even if the Blood-clothed Sword God killed nine Zifus in Guangming Palace, there are still more than fifty Zifus in Guangming Palace, and there are three late-stage Zifus.

Coupled with Wanzai's foundation, how can the Blood-clothed Sword God fight?

At this time, Qi Yuan came out of the cave and was ready to bask in the sun.

 A voice came into his ears.

“This bloody-robed sword **** and Junior Brother Qi Yuan must both be cultivators of the Idiot lineage, otherwise it would be unexplainable that a powerful man from the Purple Mansion actually threatened to go to the Guangming Palace in person and conquer Lingxiao!” The speaker was none other than Kang Fulu.

Jiang Ya stood aside, her eyebrows furrowed and she seemed to be thinking about something.

When Qi Yuan heard what Kang Fulu said, he was immediately unhappy: "Brother, is it possible that the Blood-clothed Sword God showed his might and destroyed the Guangming Palace?"

 “No way!” Kang Fulu shook his head.

Jiang Ya also spoke at this time: "Master once said that the Guangming Palace has the foundation of a Yin God... Even he has no way to deal with the Guangming Palace.

 The Bloody Sword God...difficult.

 The water here is very deep, and I don’t know what the final outcome will be.

However, the outcome of this matter has nothing to do with us. We are still preparing for the Eastern Land Talent List. "

Hearing this, Kang Fulu's face became serious.

 The Eastern Land Talent List, which will be launched in another half month, is the top priority.

He still has to work hard to fulfill the tasks entrusted by his father-in-law, the leader of the Shenguang Sect.

Qi Principle continued to bask in the sun and whispered: "No wonder the Guangming Palace has been domineering and prosperous for so many years, because everyone in the world is afraid of the Yin God.

 But I'm not afraid. I have the foundation of heaven, the golden elixir of the stars, and even Lord Feng, a little Yin Shen. Why should I care? "

 After basking in the sun for a while, Qi Yuan felt bored and it was time to go back and continue adapting the method.

 The progress of "Qi Yuan Jing" still needs to be advanced?

Looking at Xiao Jie who was eating blood crystals next to him, Qi Yuan couldn't help but ask: "Do you think I can destroy the Palace of Light?"

Xiao Jie stopped, held Qi Yuan's hand in her sleeves, and nodded vigorously.

 A smile suddenly appeared on Qi Yuan's face, and he hugged his wife's slender waist.

“Sure enough, I’d rather marry you because you have a discerning eye!”

 Qi Yuan’s previous irritability disappeared.

 Seven days later.

Among the rolling mountains, Qi Yuan was dressed in a blood-colored robe, with a sword on his back.

 The sword body is lingering with endless blood.

Xu Yeli was dressed in black robes, holding a suona in his hand, with an uneasy look on his face.

 The Blood-clothed Sword God threatened to destroy the Palace of Light. When he heard this, he was also shocked.

Although he had heard the blood-clothed sword **** say before that he vowed to destroy the Palace of Light, he didn't take it seriously at all.

 But this time...for real?

"It's a pity that after the Guangming Palace was destroyed, only you played music for me." Qi Yuan looked at Xu Yeli and said with regret.

 Without the Three Hundred Supreme Instruments, he always felt that something was missing.

 Xu Yeli felt uneasy when he heard this.

 Even now I still think about playing music. This blood-clothed sword **** is truly a god!

"Senior, when shall we set off?" Xu Yeli's heart was complicated at this time.

To be honest, he was a little timid.

This time is different from the past. We are going to the headquarters of Guangming Palace.

If the blood-clothed sword **** dies, he will definitely die.

 “We are both here, let’s go now.”

After Qi Yuan finished speaking, he flew into the sky.

Xu Yeli gritted his teeth and quickly followed, flying towards the Guangming Palace.

At this time, countless pairs of eyes in all the major fairy mountains and cities were staring at the Guangming Palace headquarters.

　　Everyone was a little surprised when they saw the **** rainbow in the sky.

“The **** sword **** is here.”

 “He actually dared to go!”

"Alas, no matter what the outcome of this battle is, it will definitely be famous throughout the ages." "I hope that the Blood-clothed Sword God will kill more Zifu from the Guangming Palace before he dies."

 “Don’t get too close to avoid harming the fish in the pond.”

At this moment, Qi Yuan, who was above the sky, stopped.

 Because, right in front of him, a fairy chariot was blocking his way.

 The immortal chariot is driven by six purple lightning lions in the divine infant realm, and it is very majestic.

In the immortal chariot, an arrogant voice came.

“Your Excellency, you are the Blood-clothed Sword God?”

"Exactly." Qi Yuan looked stern and was in a bad mood after being blocked.

"The Yin God has an order, and the grudge between the Guangming Palace and the Blood-clothed Sword God ends here." The curtain of the immortal chariot was opened, a snow-white arm stretched out, and a golden edict appeared in front of Qi Yuan's eyes.

 On the decree, there is a big word "god" engraved on it, exuding an aura of terror.

Every time one sees the word "god", whether it is the Divine Infant or the Zi Mansion, an incomparable feeling arises in his mind.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan immediately became happy: "Which Yin God?"

In the Immortal Chariot, the woman in the palace skirt frowned slightly, and was quite dissatisfied with Qi Yuan's tone: "The cave of heaven and earth is also poor for the venerable master!"

Before returning to Guangming Palace, the Grand Palace Master of Guangming Palace visited the Yin God in Tiandi Cave.

"I don't know him." Qi Yuan said lazily, "He is not a policeman or a judge, so he has no right to control me."

 Xu Yeli, who was behind Qi Yuan, broke out in cold sweat on his forehead when he heard this.

This blood-clothed sword **** is too courageous, right?

That is the Yin God.

When the lady in the palace skirt heard this, she finally couldn't help but walk out of the fairy chariot. With red and phoenix eyes, she looked domineering: "You dare to violate the will of the venerable?

 You are looking for death! "

 The woman in the palace skirt has been serving the Venerable Yeqiong for thousands of years. Who wouldn't be respectful to her whenever the Zifu saw her?

Facing the Yin God, those Zifus were even humbled into dust.

 Qi Yuan's attitude made her feel dissatisfied.

"Am I looking for death?" Qi Yuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, "I think you are looking for death!"

The flight was going well. He was as powerful as a rainbow and was ready to destroy the Guangming Palace in one go. However, he was stopped.

How could he not be angry when a bossy aunt came?

Now, you are still threatening him?

The woman in the palace skirt was stunned. She looked at Qi Yuan with disbelief: "His Majesty thought that you had some talent and wanted to resolve the grudges and save your life. It seems that you are really stupid and don't know it!

Okay, Bloody Sword God, I will go back and report truthfully to Venerable Yeqiong what you said today! "

 After the woman in the palace skirt finished speaking, she waved her sleeves and entered the immortal chariot.

She has a strong murderous intention in her heart, but it is a pity that she is not a match for the Blood-clothed Sword God. Otherwise, given her temperament, she would take action directly.

Of course, when she goes back, she will definitely report the matter in front of the Venerable Yeqiong with embarrassment.

By then, the **** sword **** will be a dead man.

At this time, all the Zifu and Shenying monks who saw this scene were shocked and started talking about it.

“The Blood-clothed Sword God is really too ferocious. He is the messenger of the Yin God. If he offends you, he will offend you!”

“If he wasn’t fierce, would he dare to go to the Guangming Palace headquarters?”

"It's a pity that I have offended Mr. Yeqing. Even if I go to the Guangming Palace and survive by luck, there will be no place for him in the Eastern Land."

 Just the next breath, the shock on their faces was even worse.

 Only heard a sound full of murderous intent coming from the sky.

 “Did I let you go?”

 “People can leave, but the body must stay here!”

As soon as Qi Yuan opened his mouth, he took action.

 The **** long sword was unsheathed, and the blood was flowing to the sky.

The original magical power of the ruler of the virtual world, Heart Demon Yin, followed the **** long sword and turned into a **** stream of light, directly piercing the chest of the woman in the palace skirt.

The woman in the palace skirt looked in disbelief, like a female Sea King who refused to lick her when she saw a dog licking her: "You... are crazy..."

 She couldn't understand.

How dare the blood-clothed sword god!

 She is the messenger of the Yin God!

 “Death!” Qi Yuan drew his sword again.

 One big move, one flat A, and the little middle-stage Zifu monk died in Qi Yuan's hands.

With a wave of Qi Yuan's hand, the woman's storage bag fell into his hands.

 When Qi Yuan saw it, he suddenly smiled and the anger in his heart completely disappeared.

"The killing is good, the killing is wonderful, the killing is croaking!"

This woman in a palace skirt is too rich!

 There are two heaven-level magic arts in the storage bag.

Qi Yuan looked at the broken body of the woman in the palace skirt with a look of remorse on his face: "I'm sorry, if I had known you were so rich, I shouldn't have been so quiet to you just now."

Qi Yuan wanted to squeeze out the little pearl, but unfortunately he couldn't.

He can only blame it on the fact that the white moonlight is not worthy of his deep affection.

At this time, all the monks who saw this scene were completely silent.

The **** sword god, killed the messenger of the Yin God?

Blood-clothed Sword God, you are not leaving yourself a way to survive!

No matter what the outcome of today's battle with the Guangming Palace, the Blood-clothed Sword God has no place in the Eastern Land.

Qi Yuan naturally doesn’t know what everyone is thinking.

 Even if he knew it, he would ignore it.

 Looking at the immortal chariot, he remembered what Emperor Yan of the Sun had said.

 When encountering the crisis of Yin Shen, you can mention the name of Lord Feng.

So, facing the immortal chariot, he calmly said two words: "Fengjun."

 After saying that, Qi Yuan turned into a blood rainbow and disappeared.

 …

 In the Guangming Palace, fifty-six Zifus gathered together.

 Everyone’s expressions were solemn.

The Grand Palace Master was bathed in the light, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "The Sword God in Blood Clothes... killed the envoy of Venerable Yeqiong."

"What?" The third palace master Zi Wei's expression changed drastically, and she was immediately surprised, "He is seeking death!"

The second palace master's voice was gentle and elegant: "No wonder he dares to come to our Guangming Palace headquarters. He is not pretending to be crazy, he is really crazy."

If you weren’t really crazy, how could you dare to do such a thing?

Old man Wutian would not dare to go straight to the Guangming Palace headquarters. On the way here, he even killed an envoy of the Yin God.

“Alas, what a bad luck to have offended such a lunatic.” The Lord of the Second Palace sighed, as if he was regretting the death of the nine Zifus.

“After killing the **** sword **** this time, I personally took his body to pay homage to the Venerable Yeqiong.” The Grand Palace Master spoke.

The Blood-clothed Sword God offended Venerable Yeqiong. After he got rid of the Blood-clothed Sword God, he naturally had to make good use of this relationship.

 Some of the Zifus on the field were excited, while others were worried.

 The Grand Palace Master’s eyes are deep.

 In his sleeves, the emperor's frightening dragon crown is still dormant.

 This is also his greatest reliance.

 This is also the reason why Guangming Palace has stood firm for thousands of years.

Even the Yin God will not arbitrarily make enemies of the Palace of Light.

However, this Yin Shen magic weapon is still incomplete, and it needs to be repaired and perfected through the **** battles of hundreds of countries before it can be used normally like a real Yin Shen magic weapon.

 Before this, if it can be used, it will not be used.

Today, the Grand Palace Master does not want to use it.

"I gave him a chance to reconcile. Since he didn't agree and came to die, I can only satisfy him." The third palace master Zi Wei spoke with an angry voice.

The Palace of Light had shown great sincerity and even apologized, but the Blood-clothed Sword God not only refused to accept it, but even came to seek death!

 This is also the thought of all the monks present.

"coming."

 At this moment, an urgent voice came.

More than fifty Zifus on the field raised their heads and looked towards the sky.

 Red color enters the eyes.

 The place where the **** rainbow passed was filled with murderous intent.

This murderous aura seems to be too strong, turning the sky red.

 The blood-red sky is strange and ghostly, and everyone who sees it will feel an inexplicable fear in their hearts.

Qi Yuan was dressed in a blood-colored robe and stood high in the sky, looking extremely handsome.

The **** sword on his back seemed to be trembling. He couldn't help but take it out of its sheath and drink the blood of the world.

He glanced at the majestic Guangming Palace in front of him and said in a lazy tone, "I will not kill anyone who leaves the Guangming Palace now."

 At the Guangming Palace headquarters today, there are no weak people at all. The weakest ones who come are all divine infants.

As soon as these words were spoken, the third palace lord Zi Xi showed a look of disdain on his face: "What a loud tone!"

Qi Yuan glanced sideways at Zi Xi: "I brush my teeth every day and I have no breath.

 It’s you, you probably haven’t brushed your teeth in hundreds of years, and you’ve got me.

 Is bad breath your original magical power?

 Your original supernatural power is so strong that it hurts me. "

Zi Xi’s face turned green and red, and she could only say: “Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!”

 Many of the Zifus and Divine Infants below looked at Qi Yuan with solemn expressions. Their hearts were not as free and relaxed as Qi Yuan's.

 This battle seems inevitable.

 Blood clouds pressed down on the palace, and more than fifty Zifu plus Thousand God Infants were displayed in the formation, and their expressions were inevitably a little nervous.

Qi Yuan glanced at the thousands of monks present, and when he saw a vast expanse of white, he showed a satisfied look: "Guangming Palace is indeed the number one force in Cuiyun Continent, and they are all old men I like."

 A qualified old man, a qualified Bai Yueguang.

 Snap your fingers and do a dozen.

Xu Yeli, who was behind him, picked up the suona tremblingly. This was the first time for him to face so many Zifus.

  The desolate sound of the suona sounded at this moment.

 The chilling atmosphere also reached its peak at this moment.

 “Let’s kill!” A cruel smile appeared in Qi Yuan’s eyes.

ps: The new chapter won’t be released until six o’clock. Don’t scold me. I have a reminder on the title.

 (End of this chapter)