nyslfriends Chapter 276 Return To Peace
Chapter 276 Return To Peace
Somewhere in the Zongmen Mountains.
The beacon fire lingered in the cloud forest, and the pungent smell of blood spread. The corpses and ruins scattered throughout the sect were like a purgatory on earth.
There was no sound of fighting or wailing, just countless silent corpses and the crackling sound of burning flames.
A figure in black robe stepped over the corpse, rolled up the jade slips on the ground with True Qi, and searched for something one by one.
The firelight reflected the cold and pale face, the scarlet pupils glanced around, and the young man sneered disdainfully.
"What a bullshit sect. It took me so long to join the ancient Immortal Dao tradition without even having an ancient inheritance. It's such a waste of my time."
The young man clicked his tongue, dropped the jade slip irritably, and flew into the air.
The burning ruins behind seemed to have been hit by an invisible heavy hammer, and were crushed into powder amidst the deafening roar, leaving only a huge pit of wasteland.
The young man stood in the air with an expressionless face, unfolded the scroll in his hand, and murmured to himself.
"The "Xinshengjiao Scroll" is outdated. The sects guided by it are all the glory of the old era. Now they are either declining or declining, or they have become historical records."
"The sects and sects that truly possess the ancient Immortal Dao tradition are all hiding in Taiping City, and the sects outside are all trash..."
Wow!
The scroll in his hand was thrown directly into the ruins by the young man, and a figure in white robe quietly appeared from behind him.
The visitor was a middle-aged man with a slight smile on his face.
He stretched out his hand to catch the scroll dropped by the young man, and said with a chuckle: "The "Xinsheng Sect Scroll" is the inheritance of the Xinsheng Sect. Although everyone sees different Taoism from it, it itself is a huge treasure."
"The Xinsheng Sect back then was on par with the ancient Immortal Dao tradition. Why did Fellow Daoist Yan insist on the inheritance of the ancient Immortal Dao tradition? Is it because the contents of the "Xinsheng Sect Scroll" are all demons and evil arts?"
When the young man heard this, there was a look of disdain in his eyes: "Since you don't mind the evil arts of demons, why don't you practice it yourself? The inheritance of a destroyed sect, no matter how good it is, cannot compare to the inheritance of the victorious ancient immortals."
The man grinned: "Then just join Taiping City directly. As long as you contribute enough, you can redeem the ancient inheritance."
The young man said coldly: "Go and work as cattle and horses for them, and then exchange for an ordinary ancient inheritance? Do you really think that the ancient Immortal Dao will release the core Taoism? Their core level is extremely united, and the core inheritance is all Hold it tightly in your hands and never let it out, and we outsiders can never be one of them.”
He admitted that the ancient Immortal Dao tradition was the largest Immortal Alliance in history and also the most successful Immortal Alliance.
With Taiping City as the core and in the name of the ancient Immortal Dao tradition, it governs the various sects and sects in the Immortal Cultivation World. Hundreds of years of development and management have completely consolidated the status of the Immortal Alliance.
He also fully recognized Taiping City's concept of justice, but he did not agree with those sects that had not settled in Taiping City.
Sects that do not belong to the core of the ancient Immortal Dao tradition are all rotten fish and shrimps, and they are rotten to the extreme.
Yan Hua does not hate Taiping City, but he hates the ancient Immortal Dao sect outside Taiping City.
On the surface, these sects are upright, but secretly they are doing things that make people and gods angry.
It's not that the ancient Immortal Dao tradition's idea of peace has deteriorated, but that the core layer of the ancient Immortal Dao tradition can't manage this far.
The disciples of the outer sects who were not even aware of the Taoism had become so corrupt that they took advantage of the Taoism's reputation to defraud and commit many horrific acts.
The disciples of the sect hid the truth from the elders of the sect, and the elders of the sect hid the truth from the disciples of the ancient Immortal Dao tradition. The disciples of the ancient Immortal Dao tradition were completely unaware of the behavior of the lower level of the sect and only immersed themselves in cultivation every day.
Yan Hua is one of the victims.
Since you, the Ancient Immortal Dao, can't control it, let me pull out the moths for you!
After hearing this, the man suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter full of sarcasm: "You're laughing so hard at me, what are you pretending to be here?"
"You could have mentioned this matter to Taiping City, and they would definitely deal with it seriously, but you chose to kill directly!"
"Why?"
The man smiled sinisterly and his eyes flickered: "Because what you want is killing, killing engraved in your bones!"
"You not only want to help the ancient Immortal Dao tradition clean up the family, but you also want to subvert the entire ancient Immortal Dao tradition and take away everything from the ancient Immortal Dao tradition."
"In addition to their inherited Taoism, you also want their glory."
"Don't lie to yourself here. Everything you say is just to comfort yourself, in an attempt to feel at ease."
"Your mind has been twisted since the day your family was killed. Otherwise, how could you have seen all the inheritance from the "Xinshengjiao Scroll"?!"
These words exposed all Yan Hua's secrets. His pupils narrowed slightly and he suddenly turned around to look at the middle-aged man.
I saw a torrent of Heavenly Demon Qi erupting all over the other party, as if an evil spirit had descended, and the entire radius was enveloped in purple-black demonic Qi.
"I'm curious how I know?"
The man's gloomy smile contained a joking tone, and his words rang in Yan Hua's mind.
"Because I am you!"
"Having practiced the "Xin Sheng Jiao Scroll", do you really think that you can survive alone by stripping me out of my body and erasing my past memories?"
"You are a born demon, you are the owner of the Evil Cultivator, you are the reincarnation of Evil Cultivator, you are Demon Dao Prodigy, and you are Demon Dao Saint Child!"
"That's why your hatred is so twisted. Even if you have killed your former enemies, you will never be satisfied."
"You desire endless killing and fame!"
The man's laughter echoed between heaven and earth.
Yan Hua stared blankly at the other party without saying a word. The demonic energy surged in his body, and a ferocious smile gradually appeared on his face.
…
Taiping City, the first urban district.
The backyard of Dao Treasure Pavilion.
After returning for more than a hundred years, the trees in the backyard are full of life and are much taller than before. The bricks in the courtyard are a little more mottled. It seems that nothing has changed, but it seems that there are a little more changes.
The familiar backyard makes Chen Changsheng feel more at home and feels like returning home.
With a gentle wave of his sleeves, the magic blows away the dust, and the backyard and outside look completely new, filled with the fragrance of leaves.
"Are you willing to come back?"
Luo Liuxi was wearing an elegant and flawless pure white fairy dress. The hem of the skirt brushed the ground, like a breeze blowing over the water, gentle and peaceful.
Her eyes were clear and bright, and her face was washed away from the glitz of the world, exuding a clear and pure beauty.
Chen Changsheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped forward to hold her slender hand: "We haven't seen each other for so many years, do you miss me?"
Luo Liuxi gently withdrew his palm, rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not even your Taoist companion yet, so I'm starting to touch you. This is harassment!"
"It will be another two hundred years."
Chen Changsheng smiled and held his fair little hand again. He couldn't put it down because of its delicate and smooth touch.
This time, Luo Liuxi did not pull back, and allowed him to lead him to sit down under the pavilion, unknowingly chatting about his experiences over the years.
Miaomiao and Yuniang sat quietly aside, gently picked up the teapot, and poured out the clear spring-like tea.
The shrunken old turtle lay leisurely on the edge of the pool, teasing the plump Spirit Fish in the water.
The breeze blows, and the treetops sway slightly, making a rustling sound, like the song of nature ringing in the ears.
In this quiet and elegant backyard, figures sit next to each other under the pavilion, like confidants watching and helping each other, listening to each other's thoughts.
At this moment, it seems that time has also frozen quietly. The picture is quiet and beautiful, like an eternal picture, flowing with the gentle time of the years.