Chapter 414

Clear wind and bright moon, secluded ancient temple.

A loud voice, two clear shadows came, stepping into the hall where the incense was drifting.

"Northern Zhang!?"

Pang Qingyun's face changed suddenly. It is truly said that the gods are three feet above one's head, and one cannot do things behind people's backs. He was just planning with Ming Shenxiu to break away from the Northern Zhang, and the other party's people actually came to the door.

With such a thunderous shout, even Pang Qingyun could not help but feel guilty.

Ming Shenxiu, however, had light hidden in his eyes and did not take it seriously.

He is not only a disciple of Mount Gezao but also has been tempered in the Dao Alliance Headquarters for many years and holds an important position in the 【Supernatural Association】. He knows a little bit about the affairs of the Long Hu Zhang family.

Zhang Wuming, just by hearing the name, one knows that he failed to 【Seal the God and Establish the Image】 and did not receive the favor of the ancestors. Such a character belongs to the existence of a corner in the Zhang family.

Ming Shenxiu naturally would not look at him, but at this moment, he still stopped his footsteps, looking at Zhang Wuming and Zhang Fan who walked in from outside the hall.

"Brother Wuming, why are you here? You didn't even say hello, so I could go pick you up."

A smile piled up on Pang Qingyun's face as he greeted them, like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

He had been to the Northern Zhang many times and was naturally familiar with Zhang Wuming.

In the eyes of others, this is a marginal character who has not sealed the god and established the image, but for these experts who have been sent out, it is also worth flattering.

"This is..." Pang Qingyun's gaze turned and fell on Zhang Fan.

"He is my friend."

Zhang Wuming passed it off in one sentence and did not specifically introduce him.

At this time, Zhang Fan did not change his expression, but his gaze drifted over Ming Shenxiu. He naturally also saw the dull-looking Wan Ren Shan and Zhong Ningyan beside him.

"Brother Pang, since you have friends here, then I will take my leave first," Ming Shenxiu says indifferently.

Since the Northern Zhang has sent people, they must have something to discuss with Pang Qingyun. It is inconvenient for him to be here. Anyway, Pang Qingyun will tell him later.

"He... it is him... it is him..."

Just at this moment, the originally "crashed" Wan Ren Shan suddenly shouted and screamed. He pointed at Zhang Wuming, dancing and gesturing, crazy like a demon, with a trace of fear lingering in his eyes.

Zhong Ningyan beside him curled up, trembling uncontrollably.

"Is it you?"

Ming Shenxiu's footsteps stopped abruptly. His gaze condensed, and he looked at Zhang Wuming fiercely.

"Mount Gezao... Old Pang, it seems you have hugged a big thick leg."

Zhang Wuming is noncommittal, only looking at Pang Qingyun indifferently.

People's hearts are unpredictable. Even the most loyal Pang Qingyun, his heart can change at any time.

"Brother Wuming, don't be anxious, there must be some misunderstanding here," Pang Qingyun comforted.

"My junior brother and junior sister, did you do this?" Ming Shenxiu says coldly.

"Yes," Zhang Wuming did not deny it.

"Good, the people of the Zhang family are still as domineering as ever," Ming Shenxiu laughed in anger.

"Eighty years have passed, and you don't even look at whose royal flag is flying in this world today. You, a marginal character of the Northern Zhang, dare to return to Xijiang Province and show off your power?"

Every word and every sentence, throwing to the ground, echoed in the cold hall.

Zhang Wuming is noncommittal. His gaze condenses into a line, only looking at Pang Qingyun.

"Old Pang, are you going to rebel?"

Pang Qingyun's gray brows knit, and he remains silent.

"Rebel? You really think of yourself as an emperor? You don't even look at what era it is now."

Ming Shenxiu laughed: "To tell you the truth, this Qingyun Temple will no longer be surnamed Zhang from now on."

"As for you, hurting my fellow sect members, come with me for a trip. The Dao Alliance's prison is specifically prepared for people like you."

The chilling voice echoed in the secluded hall. At this moment, Ming Shenxiu's domineering and high-spiritedness were undoubtedly displayed.

He stomped his feet fiercely, dust waves rose, and light flowed in the dimensions.

In an instant, the massive hall was like a closed world, overturning rivers and seas, with giant waves in the sky. The air in the hall seemed to become a part of Ming Shenxiu's body, and the pressure around it skyrocketed crazily.

Inch by inch, it covered every space. The bricks and stones under his feet were crumbling, the mud sculptures on the divine altar were trembling, and the entire hall seemed to be filled with this strange power, ready to collapse and fall at any time.

"Daoist supernatural power, Force Descends on Ten Meetings!?"

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up suddenly.

Force Descends on Ten Meetings—once this supernatural power is awakened, the place where one stands can form a huge force field. The higher the cultivation, the greater the pressure formed.

Once ordinary people step into it, they will turn into a pool of meat in an instant.

Back then, Ming Shenxiu was absorbed by the 【Supernatural Association】 because he awakened this supernatural power, and then entered the Dao Alliance Headquarters, working for many years.

Rumble...

In less than twenty seconds, the originally secluded hall was like a pressure cooker. Zhang Wuming's whole body seemed to be filled with lead, his veins and blood vessels exploded, and even Pang Qingyun was bearing great pressure.

Although Ming Shenxiu deliberately controlled it, making the pressure around him much smaller, just the aftermath was enough to compress all the blood in his body to his heart, as if it would explode at any time.

"Ming... Brother Ming..." Pang Qingyun opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Long Hu?"

"Even if you are a dragon, you have to coil for me; even if you are a tiger, you have to lie down for me," Ming Shenxiu said coldly.

"The struggle for orthodoxy is either life or death."

Back then, the talismans of the three mountains all returned to Long Hu, which became the node for Mount Gezao's sharp turn for the worse. Now, meeting the people of the Long Hu Zhang family again, he naturally had no taboos and wanted to show his means.

"Well said, the struggle for orthodoxy is either life or death."

Just at this moment, a sigh fell slowly in the secluded hall.

Rumble...

Suddenly, a black-gold stream of light broke through the air from Zhang Fan's palm, like a shooting star in the sky of the great night, actually ignoring the terrifying pressure surging around, flying straight toward Ming Shenxiu.

"Black-Gold Heijin Heijin Gu Yin!"

"Dharma treasure!?"

Ming Shenxiu's face changed suddenly, and he finally noticed Zhang Fan's existence. He looked at the black-gold light, appearing in front of his eyes, and opened his mouth fiercely...

Suddenly, the wind whistled like a great work, and it was also like the heavenly father spitting out clouds and sky.

That gust of wind rolled up suddenly, like a mountain collapsing, like a vast wave, floating between, like a heavenly moat blocking in front of the Black-Gold Heijin Heijin Gu Yin.

"Mount Gezao Daoist technique!"

"Wind and Waves Stop!"

Rumble...

Absolute violent crushing, the Black-Gold Heijin Heijin Gu Yin entered the land of no one, broke through the wind, tore through the overlapping terrifying force fields, and smashed onto Ming Shenxiu's skull with the momentum of destroying the withered and decaying.

Wind and Waves Stop!

Force Descends on Ten Meetings!

Neither can block it!

Puchi...

Inside the ancient hall, the surging terrifying pressure dissipated immediately. Immediately after, a crisp sound fell, blood splashed, and ten steps were terrified.

White paste mixed with scarlet blood flowed out from Ming Shenxiu's broken crown, reflecting in the dim candlelight in front of the Three Pure Ones mud sculpture.

This scene was earth-shattering, making Pang Qingyun's heart jump with fear.

Hum...

Almost at the same moment, a soul jumped out from Ming Shenxiu's shell, the divine light rose, three layers overlapping, actually a master of the Great Being Third Realm.

"Good, dare to kill, just wait."

Ming Shenxiu is a character. Knowing that his supernatural power was broken and that he was no match, he actually abandoned his physical body and wanted to escape with his soul.

"Still want to run?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan took a step forward. A wisp of light flourished in his spiritual platform, nine layers distinct, like a tall building.

"Nine-Layer Divine Light!?"

Pang Qingyun's old face trembled suddenly. He did not expect that this friend brought by Zhang Wuming was actually a master of the Great Being Ninth Realm. In terms of realm and cultivation, he was even above Zhang Wuming.

The most important thing is that at this age, he has such Daoist practice. One shot, no taboos, and the ruthlessness made even him, an expert who had squeezed out his essence, feel his hair numb.

"Could it be a character who sealed the god in the Northern Zhang?" A deep suspicion rose in Pang Qingyun's heart.

Rumble...

The Nine-Layer Divine Light illuminated the hall, instantly pressing Ming Shenxiu's soul down.

Not to mention that Zhang Fan practiced the Divine Demon Sacred Fetus, even if it were ordinary alchemy, with a realm so much higher than him, he could press him to death alive.

"Heaven is tangled, earth is secluded, I invite the ancestor to travel in the human world."

"The ancestor grants me the upper altar field, life and death do not enter the ghost gate hall."

Just at this moment, Ming Shenxiu's divine light converged, his hands formed seals, he stepped on the Tiangang, and he muttered words in his mouth.

Immediately after, a phantom appeared behind him, which was an ancient Dharma altar, corresponding to the stars above, merging with the mountains and mountains below, with all methods ready, and the incense never ending.

"Lingbao Dharma Altar!?" Zhang Wuming's gaze condensed into a line, and he lost his voice.

The Dharma altar is the most sacred place in the Daoist Dharma lineage.

All ceremonies such as holding Zhai Jiao, granting talismans, and passing precepts need to be carried out in this sacred place.

Like the day of the Zhenwu Jade Tablet transmission, Li Miaoyin's apprenticeship, etc., were all carried out on the Dharma altar of the Zhenwu Mountain ancestral temple.

The Dharma altar is the Daoist sect's dna. Disciples of all sects and factions, when they enter the mountain gate, need to return to the ancestral temple Dharma altar to obtain recognition and inheritance.