Chapter 450 The Wrath of Emperor Qian, Taoist Yuanqing

Wan Zhuliu frowned.

Through the bronze mirror, he could feel Emperor Qian's wrath.

"Your Majesty, calm down."

Wang Jin was shocked and suspicious.

In the collision and friction between the Evil God Sect and the Five Great Dao Sects, no matter which one suffers a loss, the imperial court will be the biggest winner. Ordinarily, His Majesty should be happy to see its success.

How could he be angry?

He was suspicious, but he hurriedly stopped him:

"Your Majesty, think twice."

When a dog bites a dog, the owner of course has to sit back and watch.

"This old ghost has a traitor in his heart!"

On the other side of the bronze mirror, Emperor Qian was still angry: "I suspect that this old ghost, who has secret connections with people from outside the world, took the Changhong Yiqi sword to prepare for the 'big sacrifice'!"

"This old ghost wants to make a big sacrifice?"

Wan Zhuliu's eyes darkened slightly.

The grand sacrifice to the Bafang Temple was a major event that was decided just before Emperor Qian's year with the alien visitor who called himself Huang Longzi.

And this great sacrifice needs to be led by someone from outside the world.

"There is a traitor in the court!"

Wang Jin's face turned cold.

"How did the old ghost know that the big sacrifice was ignored? He had secret connections with people from outside the world and wanted to perform the big sacrifice, but he would never allow it!"

Emperor Qian's voice was very cold:

"Take him and God will see me."

"Wei Chen obeys your orders!"

Wan Zhuliu bowed in response.

The light of the Great Sun Supervisor Sky Mirror dissipated, and Wang Jin still frowned:

"Your Majesty, would you like to consider this matter again..."

Like the Five Great Dao Sects, the Evil God Sect was only nominally subordinate to the imperial court.

Mao Shen of the Xie Shen Cult was a world-famous master during his lifetime. After his death, he was also extremely unruly and cruel. He was not easy to control, and he never truly surrendered.

I want to get that old ghost...

"Your Majesty has decrees, and those who are ministers must obey them."

Wan Zhuliu glanced at him indifferently, and the latter was shocked and quickly lowered his head in response.

"Let's go."

Wan Zhuliu's sleeves and robes flickered and he landed on the sky-escaping boat. Wang followed as quickly as possible and urged the boat to break through the air.

Woo~

There was a cold wind blowing through the mountains, and pieces of dead leaves and snow fell to the ground.

At this time, someone slowly walked out of the shadows.

He was a middle-aged man with a handsome face, slightly white temples, a vicissitudes of life, a sword hanging from his waist, and nothing else.

He walked slowly under the mountain wall and reached out to grab a handful of bone sand:

"Thirty years of separation, but who would have thought that we would be separated by life and death when we meet again. Brother Wei, go slowly, I will send someone to accompany you later!"

The bone sand on his fingertips was blown away by the wind. Taoist Yuanqing slowly raised his head, and could faintly see the faint traces left by the Escape Boat after it went away:

"Wan Zhuliu, Master Thousand Eyes..."

He raised his hand and gently pressed his eyebrows, and after a moment of feeling, he jumped up.

The sword light enveloped him like a tide, and in the next moment, he had disappeared into the forest at an extremely fast speed.

…

The junction of Heng Lung Road and Yanshan Road.

A mountain range stretching for tens of thousands of miles and filled with miasma.

The main altar of the Evil God Cult.

In the main hall, Yan Tianxiong was lying on a chair, his fingers lightly clasping the armrests, his brows furrowed.

"The Five Great Dao Sects have spread throughout the world, and more than 80% of the temples in all prefectures, counties, and counties have been banned."

"In the territory of Yunmeng Dao, the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple has been bulldozed. The Changhong Sword Sect seems to have gone crazy, besieging our branches and killing several helmsmen."

"Taoist Yuanqing appeared on Yunmeng Road..."

In the main hall, a black-faced old man reported in a deep voice.

The Scarlet Flame Dragon King sat quietly aside, looking at the other Dharma Kings and the two great elders from the corner of his eye. Their faces were as dark as water.

"Old...why did the Dharma Master kill Wei Tianzuo?"

The tall, white-faced Elephant King looked very ugly. He was in charge of the Yunmeng branch. At this moment, many of his subordinates were killed, and many branches were destroyed.

"Leader, didn't I inform you before I took action?"

An old man who was as short as a boy asked with a frown.

His name is Guan Shi, the left elder of the Evil God Sect.

"…never."

Yan Tianxiong's face turned gloomy, he was annoyed and a little helpless.

He has seen more or less the nine great Dharma masters, such as the Sword Spirit Master, the Hundred-Armed Taoist who can still communicate with each other, and the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva.

He really thought he was God.

"He..."

Yan Tianxiong's heart skipped a beat, and everyone in the hall felt this too, and looked outside the hall.

A low and cold voice echoed in the mountains:

"Where are the Qianlings? Your Majesty has a decree to take you to the Capital of Gods!"

Click!

The sound waves are like thunder.

In the mountains, a group of evil god believers and masters came out of caves and tunnels one after another, raising their heads in shock.

I saw a huge ship as majestic as a city flying across the sky, with a forest of flags on it, and thousands of elite soldiers standing on it.

On the deck, a silver-haired middle-aged man stood with his sword in his hand, overlooking the mountains. Under the invisible energy, the clouds and miasma in the sky seemed to be dyed ink and oppressed.

"Wan, King Zhenwu!"

"Tiantianzhou, Imperial Guards!"

"King Zhenwu!"

Exclamations rang out in the mountains, and then stopped quickly. Most people retreated into their caves and tunnels.

Only Yan Tianxiong and others slowly walked out of the hall.

"Brother Wan, the Dharma Master is still in retreat, please wait a moment."

Yan Tianxiong responded and ordered people to go down and look for him, but he couldn't help but frown.

The main altar of the Sect is a secret place. Is this man named Wan arriving in such a grand manner to show the way to the people of the Five Great Dao Sect?

Behind him, the faces of the elder Dharma Kings were also extremely ugly, and they had expected this.

Buzz~

Wan Zhuliu didn't answer, but the Duntian boat made a soft sound and slowly descended downwards.

In an instant, a hurricane surged up in the mountains, blowing vegetation, sand, sand and snow in all directions.

"What does King Zhenwu want?"

A response came from the mountains.

Lines of incense rise up like smoke from cooking pots, intertwining vertically and horizontally, turning into the spiritual form of a Bodhisattva with a thousand eyes in his life and as high as a mountain.

He stands among the mountains, with a pure gold divine sword stuck in his heart. The mist behind him is thick, and there seems to be other spirits looming.

"Your Majesty has a decree for you to come to the palace to see me!"

On the escape boat, Wang Jin felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, but Wan Zhuliu seemed unaware and calmly spoke:
To be continued...