Chapter 1845: The Little Saint Lord Beixuan

Feisu Chinese.

A moment later.

Bang!

The Bai Hu King's figure was sent flying, spitting blood, beaten until his face was bruised and swollen, and many of his bones were broken.

"Considering the little white tiger's face, I won't take your life."

"But you, don't challenge my patience either."

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back.

The Bai Hu King's face was swollen high; where was the style and bearing of a top monster of the Bai Hu Clan?

He looked at the little white tiger, speechless.

Could there be such a brother-pitting sister?

"Brother, just give in," the little white tiger said.

"Then my sister's freedom…"

The Bai Hu King looked at Jun Xiaoyao.

He also knew that Jun Xiaoyao had held back against him.

Otherwise, he might have lost his life by now.

Jun Xiaoyao, upon hearing this, snapped his fingers.

Instantly, the restriction within the little white tiger's body was lifted.

She finally transformed into human form.

Long white hair hung down to her crystalline ankles, slightly curled.

Between her hair grew a pair of furry, snow-white beast ears.

Her face was as white and delicate as a doll's, glowing with luster.

"I'm free!"

The little white tiger wept with joy.

The Bai Hu King, seeing this, was silent, and then threw an ancient bronze key to Jun Xiaoyao.

"Farewell."

Jun Xiaoyao was also very straightforward.

At this time, the Bai Hu King said: "Yun Xiao, that Long Kan's strength is far greater than mine."

"And because of Emperor Long Xuan, he is very hostile toward you."

"Good."

Jun Xiaoyao nodded faintly and left directly.

Long Kan?

He did not take him seriously.

"This big villain actually just left like this…"

The little white tiger muttered.

For some reason, seeing Jun Xiaoyao set her free so straightforwardly, without the slightest hesitation or reluctance.

The little white tiger actually felt a bit… not quite right.

It was as if she were a dispensable existence to Jun Xiaoyao, with no importance at all.

"No, no, why would I think like that?" The little white tiger was startled in her heart.

Could it be that she had already gotten used to that kind of life?

After obtaining the third ancient bronze key and leaving the little white tiger and the others.

Jun Xiaoyao looked into the distance.

He was sensing the imprint he had left in Chu Xiao's Universe Gourd.

"Oh, preparing to make a move? Not bad."

"Let me see just how strong the unification of the Three Teachings' origins is."

Jun Xiaoyao put his hands behind his back and swept toward a certain direction.

……

In a certain area of the Xuanyuan Imperial Mausoleum.

A young figure shrouded in cyan divine light paced through the void.

He wore a simple and plain Daoist robe, and mysterious Dao rhymes flowed on his body, as if the Dao marks of heaven and earth were engraved within his body.

It was precisely the Little Saint Lord Beixuan of the Three Pure Dao Gate.

And the peculiar Dao rhyme on his body was naturally because of the Dao Gate origin, the Source of Ten Thousand Daos.

As one of the five great genius kings—East, West, South, North, and Center—the South Dao.

The Little Saint Lord Beixuan's strength was clearly also unfathomable.

And at this moment, the Little Saint Lord Beixuan shook his head slightly and said.

"I just don't know if that successor to the Heaven-Fighting War Emperor will appear here."

"Even the North Confucian and West Buddha were lost at his hands; it seems he is indeed a character."

"However, with the thing that the Eldest Senior Sister gave me, I should be able to restrain that successor to the Heaven-Fighting War Emperor."

"If I can suppress him and capture him back, that will also be a great achievement."

The Little Saint Lord Beixuan thought in his heart.

Since he dared to come here alone, he naturally had a trump card.

And he also knew that the successor to the Heaven-Fighting War Emperor must also really want to deal with him now.

After all, as long as he suppressed him, he could completely gather the Three Teachings' origins.

Just at this moment, a man wearing bright yellow robes appeared before him.

Without a word, he directly attacked him with a move.

The move and divine ability carried Confucian rhyme and Buddha light.

"Successor to the Heaven-Fighting War Emperor, you are indeed here!"

The Little Saint Lord Beixuan shouted and also made a move, Dao rhyme circulating.

"Little Saint Lord Beixuan, it seems you wanted to lure me into the trap; you have quite some guts."

The person who came was naturally Chu Feifan.

He looked at the Little Saint Lord Beixuan.

This person dared to come here alone to face him; obviously, he was prepared.

But it didn't matter; he was also prepared.

"Sure enough, I caught you, this big fish. The Heaven-Fighting War Emperor is already a thing of the past; you want to repeat his trajectory to rise? Dream on!"

"Heh, you are wrong; I am not trying to become the next Heaven-Fighting War Emperor, but to surpass the Heaven-Fighting War Emperor!"

Chu Feifan also had great ambitions.

Actually, compared to Chu Xiao, he was the true direct-line genius of the Imperial Clan.

His vision and bearing were naturally extraordinary.

"Then let's see how much weight you have!"

The two immediately collided.

Chu Feifan, with a wave of his hand, unleashed the power of the Vast Heart and the Flawless Buddha Fetus.

And they were fused together, doubling the power.

And the Little Saint Lord Beixuan also had the blessing of the Source of Ten Thousand Daos.

So after a brief exchange, the two were actually evenly matched.

"Worthy of being the Source of Ten Thousand Daos; if you were too weak, it would disappoint me."

Chu Feifan remained calm and composed.

He made a move again.

This time, it was a fusion move of divine abilities.

The so-called War Emperor's Profound Art was the ability to fuse the divine abilities of the Three Teachings.

In addition, it also possessed the power to crack the divine abilities of the Three Teachings.

Therefore, when facing cultivators of the Three Teachings, Chu Feifan, who cultivated the War Emperor's Profound Art, possessed a huge advantage.

If it weren't for the Little Saint Lord Beixuan, whose own strength was not weak.

If it were other geniuses of the Three Teachings, they would have been finished in a few rounds.

"Dao-Saving Heaven-Steel!"

The Little Saint Lord Beixuan made a move again, the vast palm wind condensing into a Dao seal that seemed capable of suppressing heaven and earth.

Chu Feifan was also serious, a glint in his eyes.

He raised his hand, urged the War Emperor's Profound Art, and unleashed his cracking ability.

Instantly!

That Dao seal was immediately covered in cracks and then shattered.

The Little Saint Lord Beixuan's figure retreated step by step.

Chu Feifan probed his palm, pressing down toward the Little Saint Lord Beixuan's head.

The Little Saint Lord Beixuan immediately sacrificed a talisman.

A terrifying power surged out.

What made Chu Feifan change color was that this power actually faintly had a trace of suppressing the War Emperor's Profound Art!

"What is going on?"

Chu Feifan was astonished.

This was the second time he had encountered such a situation.

The first time was naturally when facing Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's Confucian Dao cultivation was so profound that it was indescribable; even his War Emperor's Profound Art could not crack it and lost its effect.

"Heh… you probably forgot who killed the Heaven-Fighting War Emperor, right?"

The Little Saint Lord Beixuan sneered.

Chu Feifan had killed the North Confucian and West Buddha.

As the South Dao, he naturally could not be stupid enough to come alone to deal with Chu Feifan without any preparation.

And this was his preparation.

"Could it be… related to the Dao Emperor!"

Chu Feifan's eyes flashed.

Back then, the Heaven-Fighting War Emperor was incredibly arrogant and was finally suppressed and killed by the Dao Emperor, one of the founders of the Three Teachings.

And the Heaven-Fighting War Emperor's War Emperor's Profound Art also had no effect on the Dao Emperor.

"Heh, the Heaven-Fighting War Emperor can have a successor; could it be that Lord Dao Emperor does not have a successor?"

The Little Saint Lord Beixuan laughed lightly.

"But it is definitely not you," Chu Feifan's eyes flashed.

"It is indeed not me, but so what?" The Little Saint Lord Beixuan said.

This talisman was given to him by the Eldest Senior Sister of the Three Pure Dao Gate.

The talent of that Eldest Senior Sister was something that even the Little Saint Lord Beixuan, who carried the Source of Ten Thousand Daos, admired endlessly.

Because she possessed even more monstrous talent.

She was even considered by many to be the successor to the Dao Emperor.

And this talisman was refined by that Eldest Senior Sister, incorporating a part of the Dao Emperor's divine abilities she had comprehended.

Therefore, this talisman could faintly suppress Chu Feifan's War Emperor's Profound Art.

Of course, this was after all just a talisman; wanting to rely on this to suppress Chu Feifan was impossible.

But at least, it could allow the Little Saint Lord Beixuan not to be suppressed by the War Emperor's Profound Art and to fight Chu Feifan fairly.

Since it was a fair fight, the Little Saint Lord Beixuan naturally had confidence in himself. ===== CHAPTER 1846 =====