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Volume 1 Faith Forges the Godhead Chapter 236 Weak Chicken

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    "Buzz!" In a strange and gorgeous palace, a rapid vibration sounded, and a green sheep head tempered by ghost fire shook violently inside.  ¡·This green sheep is two feet tall, very strange, and has the characteristics of the twelve zodiac animals.  Not far away, a middle-aged Taoist priest was holding a seal, and green will-o'-the-wisps rose up in the void, continuously seeping into the body of the Qingyang leader.  At this time, with the turbulence inside the Qingyang First Seat, a huge momentum suddenly rose in the Qingyang First Seat.  "It's going to be done!" At this time, the middle-aged Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged and practicing could not help but look ecstatic. In his perception, he could clearly see that in the Qingyang Head Seat, a chaotic aura suddenly exploded.  The world, which is only dozens of miles in size, is slowly taking shape.  This piece of land is separated from each other. The clear air rises and turns into a clear sky, and the turbid air sinks and turns into a thick earth. Several hills are formed, and a small river flows out of the mountains, full of vitality.  A touch of green gradually appeared on both sides of the strait, but tender green grass poked out. The whole small world seemed to come alive at this moment.  In this small world, a bright rune exudes an ancient and powerful aura, maintaining the operation of this world.  "Haha, after ten years of hard work, the Chaos Stone finally opened up a space in Qingyang's first seat and was promoted to a Taoist weapon! Now, under the Dharma, who can compete with me!" Venerable Qingyang's long hair shawl is as dark green and crystal clear.  , the broad Taoist robes fluttered with the vibration of the momentum, extremely arrogant.  He should be confident, and he also has the capital to be confident. With his great ability and Taoist weapons, he can be said to be a rare opponent in the same realm.  Although his Taoist name is Venerable, he is only in the realm of Yuanshen.  Nowadays, we are getting closer and closer to the honorific title of Venerable.  Venerable Qingyang stepped out of the palace. The palaces were surrounded by a group of ghostly auras at the foot of the mountain below the palace.  The piles of bones are rotting, and the corpses are rising into the sky.  Venerable Qingyang didn't take it seriously either. With a gentle wave of his hand, a blue light turned into a rainbow and went away.  In less than half a quarter of an hour, a young man wearing a black robe and a pale face appeared in the form of a black rainbow light.  "Congratulations to Master for the great achievement of the Taoist weapon!" The young man glanced at Venerable Qingyang slightly, and saw that although Venerable Qingyang looked indifferent, his brows were filled with joy.  He was sure in his heart that the Taoist weapon was successfully refined, and he immediately congratulated him.  "Qingteng. Tell me, what happened in Mo Nian." When Venerable Qingyang heard the eldest disciple's congratulations, he couldn't help but nodded.  After that, his face turned serious and he asked.  "Mo Nian went to the Song Dynasty to investigate the disappearance of the dead bones, and then the life lamp suddenly went out. The elders of the sect suspected that Mo Nian had run into the right path of fighting for the fate of the real dragon. However, now that the sects of the Song Dynasty were involved, there was nothing they could do for a while.  I guess it was He Zongmen who did it" Qingteng honestly told the sect's speculation and the current situation in the Song Dynasty.  "Okay! It's okay if you dare to kill my disciple. Since you can't find out, just ask one by one!" Venerable Qingyang waved his sleeves and his whole body turned into a blue rainbow light and rushed towards the Song Dynasty.  Great Song Dynasty, Youzhou!  "Is He Zongmen backing Song Yu? I'm afraid the casual cultivators don't have the ability to cultivate Song Yu. Tianxu Guan? That's not right. The old Taoist priest of Tianxu Guan should not touch this muddy water. Qingmu Sect failed.  ! Well, there is also the Beast Taming Sect, but according to the intelligence, the Beast Taming Sect should have chosen Liang Wang He Long. And the Lihuo Sect? " Zhengming looked through Song Yu's information and found many suspicious things.  Obviously, Song Yu had to have the support of the sect behind him, otherwise it would not have been possible for him to transform from a merchant family to a prince in just a few years.  There are not too many sects near the Song Dynasty.  And the sects that should take action have now taken action.  Obviously, the Lihuo Sect, which had been involved in the past generations, did not make much movement this time. Unexpectedly, this time it actually caught everyone by surprise.  As he thought about it, Zhengming felt more and more that his guess was correct.  "Minglangzong's brat?" Just as Zhengming was thinking, a stern and doubtful voice suddenly sounded.  As the voice fell, a middle-aged monk wearing a Taoist robe with three sheep heads embroidered on his robe suddenly appeared in Zhengming's eyes.  "Sheep Head? Are you the Venerable Qingyang?" Zhengming's face changed, and he suddenly stood up, ready to fight.  "You think you have some knowledge? Tell me! Why did you kill the monks in my sect?" Venerable Qingyang chuckled, and then his whole aura changed, and he asked with a solemn expression.  At the same time, Venerable Qingyang opened his big hand, and a blue palm full of Dao patterns appeared in the void, grabbing Zhengming's entire body as if he was picking up a chicken.  "Venerable Qingyang, when have I ever killed anyone from the Evil Ghost Sect?" Zhengming's entire body was filled with humiliation, his face was red from suppressing it, and his usual elegant demeanor had long since disappeared.He re-existed, but he was horrified in his heart. He didn't expect that the evil way would randomly accuse him and take this opportunity to kill him. Could it be that there was a big change in the sect?  What makes evil so rampant?  "It seems that you are not lying? That's right. With such a level of cultivation, like a weakling, how can you kill my disciples." Venerable Qingyang's eyes were filled with light, and he seemed to have special means to distinguish whether Zhengming was lying.  After Venerable Qingyang finished speaking, the palms formed by the Dao patterns in the air disappeared with a bang. Zhengming stood on the ground again, and his expression improved slightly at this time.  When Zhengming looked up, he saw that Venerable Qingyang had disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.  "What on earth is going on? Is there really a disciple of the Evil Ghost Sect who died here? Why don't I know about it?" When Zhengming saw Lord Qingyang leaving, he couldn't help but think about it.  At first he thought that Venerable Qingyang was just looking for an excuse to kill him, but unexpectedly it was not the case.  In fact, in the final analysis, if there is no conflict of interests, the major sects will not attack each other easily.  The so-called good and evil are more the names caused by the practice of Kung Fu.  Because monks are pursuing transcendence and hoping to live forever.  Instead of getting angry and fighting for life over small things.  Of course, if it threatens the human race, that's a different matter.  "No, you must inform the sect about this!" Zhengming took out a sword talisman and told what had just happened without reservation. As soon as he let go of his hand, the sword talisman turned into light and soared into the sky and disappeared.  "Really? Although the secret method has been confirmed, I am still a little worried!" At this time, in the void, Venerable Qingyang held the sword talisman that Zhengming had just released and murmured in his mouth.  "What a disgusting smell!" Venerable Qingyang glanced at the black dragon hovering above the imperial capital with lavender luck.  In the final analysis, without the destiny of the country where heaven, earth and man are unified, such a weak Dragon Qingyang Venerable would really not take it seriously.  This is the reason why Venerable Qingyang can come and go freely in the imperial capital, but the general trend of humanity still suppresses him.  Venerable Qingyang glanced away, and his whole person turned into rainbow light and disappeared again.   "The third one? Is it really not the fault of these hypocrites?" In Yiyang City, Bingzhou, Zhuyou, who was wearing a Taoist robe and a golden lotus crown on his head, made a click and half-knelt down on the ground. Under the excitement of his true energy,  It shattered the marble floor.  Looking at Lord Qingyang in front of him, Zhuyou's mind was filled with humiliation, and a million ancient beasts were rushing past in his mind.  What happened to the good enlightenment and Qi?  Who did I offend?  Why was he suddenly taken out like a chicken?  "Eh? Is this Lord Qingyang? Could it be that Mo Nian and the withered master have mastered Taoist weapons and are here to seek revenge?" Pan Hao's mind suddenly moved, and the scene in Yiyang City was reflected in his mind.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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