Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng continued to comprehend the magic of the Heavenly Dao under the guidance of dawn.

And the news that he used the forbidden art of the heavenly way in the discussion of the Tao of the heavens was quickly spread and spread like wildfire.

"What did you say?

That boy not only realized the holy way, but also learned the forbidden art of heaven and time and space modification?"

In a cold and solemn hall, a blazing light floated in the air, making a sound of shock and anger: "Are you right? An ancient tribe has such an understanding?"

A humble figure bowed and sighed, "Lord, it's true, Aotian dares not hide it."

"Who taught him?"

"I heard that he was meditating alone in the secret room!"

"This is impossible!"

A cold smile, the white light said contemptuously: "It is rare for an ancient tribe to understand the forbidden art of heaven. No one teaches it, it is simply a fool.

I think it was the old man Lu, who taught it himself."

This... hesitated for a moment, Director Aotian shook his head suspiciously: "No, that old man doesn't seem to have a good impression of that boy, and he doesn't have the right to teach the forbidden art of heaven."

"Don't be blinded by the illusion, this old man's mind is very heavy!"

A sneer was heard in the white light, and after pondering for a while, he said, "It seems that this person named Lu has already mixed up with those ancient tribesmen. What is fairness, strictness, uprightness, is all bullshit, hum.

Lu Chengfeng, since your butt has been sitting in a crooked position, there is no need for me to take care of your face."

Swish! As soon as the words came to an end, the white light had already flashed and disappeared... On the other hand, in a lush forest, the Saint Qingming was cross-legged in a clear small lake, closing his eyes tightly, and realizing the truth with all his heart.

However, the center of his eyebrows was tightly condensed into a lump, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the lake surface under his butt was centered on him, constantly rippling around him.

"How can one realize the truth if one is not calm?"

Swish swish swish! Suddenly, a sound of breaking through the air came out, and an old man in gray robe and landed in front of Qingming with three or four people, and said with a smile: "Sage Qingming, before adjusting his mentality, forcibly enlightening the Tao will not only be unfavorable to the heart of Tao, but also easily make mistakes and fall into a demonic obstacle. I think twice and act."

Huh! He let out a long breath of turbid air, Qingming slowly opened his eyes, glanced at everyone in front of him, stood up and bowed, and smiled and said, "It turns out that it's Brother Cang Yu, you guys, thank you for reminding me, I almost felt karma just now, it's so dangerous!"

"Saint Qingming is polite, but I haven't seen Saint Qingming appear in the Tianshi Temple all day today, so I come to see what happened to you.

Why, are you still struggling with the draw with Yang Shengren?"

Without saying anything, Qing Ming's brows frowned even deeper when he mentioned this.

"Saint Qingming!"

Looking at his solemn expression, Saint Cang Yu and others looked at each other and immediately became solemn: "Why, Saint Yang's Shinto is really so strong, can you not let it go?

No, at least in that discussion, you also fought a draw, and you were not at a disadvantage!”

A draw?

He shook his head with a wry smile. Saint Qingming sighed helplessly, looked at them and said, "Do you really think it's a draw?"

"Isn't it?"

"Yes, that discussion was indeed a draw."

Taking a deep breath, Qing Ming's eyes suddenly froze: "But, I gave all my strength that time, but he..." "I think he gave all his strength, right?"

“Yes, he has given his all.

But if I tell you that he didn't use the Shinto to leave the way that time, and he actually used the Shinto to get a draw with me. What would you think?"

What?

As soon as this said, everyone present was shocked, looked at each other and said in surprise: "Saint Qingming, do you think this is true?"

"It's true!"

"No, you are the Holy Way or the Shinto, among us saints.

As a result, after you use Shinto, he can actually use the Holy Way to fight you a draw?

It’s simply incredible, what is his holy way?”

"I don't know this either, but I can be sure that it's only higher or lower than me."

With helpless sighing, Saint Qingming took two steps and murmured: "At that time, I wanted to win with the holy path, and it was considered to be open and honest, but his holy path was overwhelming.

In desperation, I had to use my way of deity.

Unexpectedly, he simply used a little bit of Shinto fur to completely restrain my already-integrated Shinto magic.

It is hard to imagine what kind of terrifying magic would be if his Shinto was completed and integrated."

His body was shocked, and Saint Cangyu and others were all shocked: "You can draw with you with a little fur that has not yet been understood. Is his magic really so powerful?"

"I can only say that if he fully understands this magic technique, not to mention fighting a hundred, even if he fights a hundred, it is possible to fight a hundred!"

Hiss! He couldn't stop taking a breath, Cang Yu and the others couldn't speak anymore.

Qingming's eyes flashed with a sharp light, he shook his head bitterly, and sighed: "Brother Cang Yu, this is not a blow to your morale, but just a kind advice.

If you meet him by drawing lots, you might as well take leave.

Over time, his understanding of Shinto will become deeper, and you are no match for him."

Well! My heart stagnated. After Cang Yu and others pondered for a while, they all looked a little deeper.

Buzz! Suddenly, an invisible wave was emitted, and Cang Yu and others could no longer move at once. Only Qingming could maintain the normal state.

"Who?"

His eyes trembled slightly, and Qing Ming's heart was shocked. The strength that could fix the saint in an instant was definitely not an ordinary person.

If the visitor is not good, they will definitely have no power to resist.

A white light flashed over Qingming's head and sneered: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you!"

"help me?"

"right!"

He smiled coldly and said arrogantly: "I'm very worried. If you meet Yang Feng again, you will definitely be eliminated by him."

But don’t worry, as long as you agree to my conditions, I can let you completely defeat this opponent.”

"condition?

What conditions?"

"On the Taoist Remarks, kill this disaster star!"

ah?

Qingming was stunned for a moment and hesitated.

The saints discuss the Tao, only distinguish between winning and losing, and just click until the point. There is no need to fight life and death, and they will work together in the Six Paths in the future.

As if he could see his hesitation, the white light sneered: "In this world, if you want to climb high, you have to step on someone else's corpse to get to the position.

You are a saint of the Killing Shinto, and you are exclusive to the Shura path. You should have your own experience in the word Killing.

Now someone secretly passes on his Heavenly Way Forbidden Technique, which is simply unfair to you and other saints.

If you are eliminated here, you will only be like other ants and will be quickly forgotten.

Only by climbing to a high enough position can you show your talents and realize your ambitions.”

"Of course, if you keep holding your own conscience and keep your heart open, you can use your future to pave the way for others, send them to the sky, and wipe your tears with envy below.

I promise that the person in front will not look at you behind you.”

Well! My heart was stagnant, and Qing Ming thought about it carefully: "Can you... really help me?"

"certainly!"

"Why?"

"Just because I may be your immediate boss, Shura Taoist Lord in the future!"

What, the master of Shura Dao?
Chapter completed!