Chapter 494

Yuangong, the head of the Three Palaces, the pass of the Daoist family, hiding the Nascent Soul, looking for longevity.

Cultivators must enter this Yuan platform.

Those who become immortals must enter this palace gate.

Master of the Yuangong, Xu Zuowang.

When that man walked from the long dust and firelight, the weather around him and even the entire Living Dead Tomb changed.

What the six senses of mortals reach is all chaos, like the mysterious transformation, like the emptiness of heaven and earth.

As if this real material world before his eyes is just a big dream, forgetting everything, empty and clear.

Where that man stands, heaven and earth are all cages.

"Xu Zuowang... Xu Zuowang..."

At this very moment, Zhou Zhou Kongchan's expression was solemn to the extreme; this sect master of Mount Zhongnan had long stood at the peak of the Daoist sect of the present age, and in his life, he didn't know how many tribulations and storms he had experienced.

However, at this moment, a trace of fear and worry also emerged in those deep eyes.

"I didn't expect it to be you!" Zhou Zhou Kongchan sighed.

"The fellow Daoist didn't expect it, but had long forgotten the past," Xu Zuowang smiled lightly.

The dust settled, the wind and fire dissipated, the figure before his eyes was no longer the young Zhang Wang, but a middle-aged man, face like jade, handsome and handsome, with three parts more stability and seven parts more detachment.

"Master of the Yuangong..."

Originally the Pure Quiet Wu Wei Master, originally the Yuangong Zuowang came.

Zhang Fan's expression was trance-like, looking at this strange man before him; he never dreamed that Zhang Wang was actually the legendary Master of the Yuangong.

"You are really still alive," Zhou Zhou Kongchan sighed.

His robe moved without wind, as if a sword, ready to move, ready to leave the sheath at any time.

That kind of killing intent, the edge not yet risen, had already infected heaven and earth.

Everyone felt creepy, as if a Dharma sword was already hanging on their neck, life and death only in a fleeting moment.

"I am alive, because I am immortal!" Xu Zuowang looked at Zhou Zhou Kongchan, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a warm smile.

This posture, not like a great enemy, but like an old friend.

"Does the fellow Daoist want to make a move? Or do you want to leave your life in this Living Dead Tomb?"

Once these words were spoken, Zhang Fan's brow couldn't help but jump violently.

The implication was that this Master of the Yuangong had the ability to take the life of the Mount Zhongnan sect master at any time.

This confidence, this domineering, couldn't help but make people feel a trace of oppression and fear.

"What a big tone, you dare to speak such wild words in my Wang family ancestral land?"

Just at this moment, Wang Wang Tianwang let out a sharp shout.

He is the number one expert of Qinxi Province, joining hands with the Mount Zhongnan sect master, his strength is the best in the world; he does not believe that relying on the two of them, they cannot keep this Master of the Yuangong.

Xu Zuowang heard this, but smiled: "Wang family ancestral land? Since when did this Living Dead Tomb become your Wang family ancestral land?"

"That year, Ancestor Wang Chongyang was just happening to meet, fate is like this."

"Such fate does not belong to anyone; Zhang Zhang Beiming came, Zhang Tiansheng and Li Jiugong also came; how many people have come in and out?" Xu Zuowang's smile grew thicker.

Wang Wang Tianwang's expression became increasingly ugly.

Zhang Fan's heart stirred; from Xu Zuowang's words, he actually heard that his own grandfather and Li Li Yishan's grandfather had long explored this Living Dead Tomb!?

But it makes sense, the Coffin-Lifting Society exhausted the secrets of the nine arts, this Living Dead Tomb is so important, they naturally wouldn't miss it.

"No matter how much you say, the Dao is respected!" Wang Wang Tianwang let out a fierce roar.

A terrifying fluctuation rushed into the sky, like the river and sea surging, like the mountain and river overturning, as if about to overturn this Living Dead Tomb.

Xu Zuowang smiled without saying a word, standing there, letting that fluctuation wash over him; heaven did not move, earth did not turn, everything entered ignorance, as if forgetting the past, as if the present day had not arrived.

That terrifying fluctuation seemed to have fallen on him, and seemed not to have fallen on him; before and after were the same, actually having no half-influence.

"Wang Wang Tianwang... your cultivation is so shallow, yet you dare to call yourself Wang Tianwang? Such artificiality, I'm afraid the great tribulation is not far." Xu Zuowang said indifferently.

Once these words were spoken, everyone was silent.

This Master of the Yuangong's momentum is like heaven, strong as the number one expert of Qinxi Province, in front of him, it seems he is a head shorter.

Wang Wang Tianwang's eyes widened, blood Qi surged in his body, killing intent had already risen in his heart.

Just at this moment, Zhou Zhou Kongchan stepped out and blocked in front of him.

"Hmm? Sect Master Zhou Kongchan..." Wang Wang Tianwang's gaze sank slightly, revealing a look of confusion.

"He is saving you," Xu Zuowang said indifferently: "You haven't even learned one-third of Zhang Zhang Tianqi's ability, yet you dare to show killing intent in front of me?"

As he spoke, a mocking smile appeared on Xu Zuowang's face, his gaze sinking slightly.

"That year, Zhang Zhang Huadi and Zhang Zhang Tianqi joined hands and couldn't kill me; how do you compare to them?"

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan's heart stirred; he naturally knew the name Zhang Zhang Tianqi, counting him as his great-grandfather, but the name Zhang Zhang Huadi seemed strange.

However, hearing these words, Wang Wang Tianwang was unusually silent.

These two names were old people of the past; in that era, Zhang Zhang Tianqi was the number one expert of South Zhang.

As for Zhang Zhang Huadi, he was the number one expert of North Zhang, now the clan leader of the North Zhang lineage of the Long Hu Zhang family.

"In this way, does the fellow Daoist want to start a massacre today?"

Just at this moment, Zhou Zhou Kongchan sighed; his gaze was calm, as if rising with the great courage of returning to death.

Clearly, in front of this Master of the Yuangong, he didn't have the confidence to retreat completely.

"I am escaping the tribulation today, so I don't have the mood to kill people," Xu Zuowang shook his head and whispered: "What's more, my Wu Wei Sect has old ties with the Mount Zhongnan ancestor, and the origin is very deep, so I don't want to let the fellow Daoist bury his bones here."

"However..."

Suddenly, Xu Zuowang changed the subject.

"Please fellow Daoist clarify," Zhou Zhou Kongchan said in a deep voice.

"Jiang Your Majesty's spirit is so big, laying out for many years; my Wu Wei Sect has been enduring, which is not the right path after all, why not play a big one," Xu Zuowang said indifferently.

"Play a big one?" Zhou Zhou Kongchan's gray brows stood up, vaguely rising with unease, hurriedly asking: "I don't know what the fellow Daoist means."

"You know, you certainly know," Xu Zuowang's gaze was dim, looking at Zhou Zhou Kongchan, spitting out four words.

"Break the mountain and cut the temple!"

Once these words were spoken, the whole room was in an uproar, and even a figure like Wang Wang Tianwang couldn't help but reveal solemnity and caution upon hearing these four words.

Break the mountain and cut the temple, the Daoist sect has launched nine 【Break the mountain and cut the temple】 in history; which one was not a river of blood, affecting the world's mysterious gates, and affecting the mountain and sea demons and ghosts!?

"The era is different now, breaking the mountain and cutting the temple, the killing intent is too great, the influence is too great..." Zhou Zhou Kongchan sighed.

Even he, as the sect master of one of the ten famous mountains of the Daoist sect, didn't dare to take the words of this Master of the Yuangong.

"The Dao of cultivation is originally stealing vitality in the midst of killing intent," Xu Zuowang shook his head and sighed.

"Now the red dust is becoming more and more turbid, the end of the law has arrived, perhaps there is no hope for longevity, only by this massacre can we open up that final path."

Speaking to this point, Xu Zuowang's gaze became increasingly firm, the solidity of the Dao heart, like the unchanging sky, the years hard to move.

Such words made Zhang Fan and others couldn't help but be moved.

Dao cultivators, facing death and living, what sect struggle, what Daoist tradition war, is nothing more than stealing vitality in this turbid red dust, in the midst of killing intent, fighting for that trace of opportunity to become an immortal.

"Boundless Heavenly Venerable!" Zhou Zhou Kongchan bowed and whispered, chanting the Daoist name.

"Master of the Yuangong, a person like you, if it were in the era of the true law, would surely be a land immortal."

"Fellow Daoist doesn't need to flatter me," Xu Zuowang said indifferently: "You can bring the words to Jiang Your Majesty."