No matter how evil the monster is at this level, it is extremely difficult to break through.

Even if one reads history, there are only eight Tao-slayers recorded in Longhu Mountain from ancient times to the present.

Each of these eight people has very different ways of killing Tao.

Some people have lost their cultivation, traveled around the world, and traveled all the way east. Finally, they have realized the Great Way and succeeded in cutting it off.

Some people climbed to the top of Mount Tai to watch the sunrise and sunset. They did not move for three years and did not get a drop of water. Then they suddenly sublimated in the sunrise.

What’s even more bizarre is that there was a patriarch who went down the mountain, married five wives, gave birth to three children, and finally killed himself??

But no matter which method of slashing, it requires a lot of time to prepare.

It's definitely not something that can be accomplished overnight.

“If it’s not Dao-killing, why is the thunder calamity coming??”

Taoist Yunjing asked rhetorically.

"this……"

Taoist Lingxu scratched his head, this really involved a blind spot in his own knowledge.

"Hey, it doesn't matter if I don't know, my senior brother will definitely know."

Taoist Lingxu said as he took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call when he suddenly remembered that he was still on the mountain and there were thunderclouds outside, so it would be better not to make a call.

So I sent a text message instead. I believe that by this time, the senior brother had already gotten up and started chanting.

Taoist Lingxu was afraid that his senior brother would not see the text messages, so he pasted and copied them and sent more than ten messages in one breath. After a while, he saw the phone vibrate slightly.

"coming!"

Taoist Lingxu clicked on the text message, and saw that his senior brother replied with a short text message: [Thunder disaster from heaven, either killing the Tao, or turning into a demon...]
Chapter completed!