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The blood of the Daxia royal family was cursed by the last emperor.
This woman thinks that only Daoist Baoshou can solve it. Of course, it's not that Taoist Baoshou himself can solve it, but the dry word order in Taoist Baoshou's hand.
"The royal family of Daxia is currently looking for news about the Qianziling."
"Part of the reason for forming the Demon Hunting Mansion is also to try to obtain information about Ganziling from other sects and scattered monks."
"I know that your skill is so high that even the Great Xia Dynasty fears it. Because you have one sword and one sword, Bai Hongguan is faintly known as the Fourth Immortal Sect."
"However, once the news of the Qianziling is leaked, even if it is in the face of the gods, the Great Xia Dynasty will do everything in its power to snatch the Qianziling!"
The Queen of Great Zhou's voice was clear. Speaking of which, she looked at Daoist Baoshou and said suddenly: "Speaking of which, you don't seem to be surprised by the matter of the God Emperor?"
In her heart, the ancient gods have been annihilated in the long river of history, and the legend of the last god emperor is only recorded in the major immortal sects and the royal families of the two countries.
And she thinks that the elder of this little Taoist priest died unexpectedly, so this little Taoist priest should know nothing about these things.
"Although Pindao is not very old, he has already stood among the strongest in this world."
Taoist Master Baoshou put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "Do you think there is any secret in the world that can be hidden from the poor Taoist?"
He seems to have forgotten that before opening the tenth floor of the Zijin Pagoda yesterday, he still knew nothing about the truth of this world.
"Since you know everything, you probably don't need me to answer any questions. I'm here to repay your life-saving grace!" The princess said with calm eyes and a flat tone, "In this way, you saved me for nothing. Come down, are you going to kill me with a sword, or are you going to trade me for some precious medicinal materials and elixir?"
"Aren't you unconscious?" Daoist Baoshou couldn't help being surprised.
"I have a treasure on my body. After waking up, I activate the treasure, and I can watch all the sights and sounds of the previous three days." The princess said this and looked at Daoist Baoshou quietly.
"This baby is really good." Daoist Baoshou read aloud, coughed immediately, and said, "What is the relationship between the ancestors of Baihongguan and your royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty? Don't lie to the poor Taoist, at least the poor You know, Baihong Temple and your Great Zhou royal family have completely broken up after the three generations of patriarchs."
"It seems that you know a lot of secrets, but not all of them." The princess said so.
"At least I know a little bit." Daoist Baoshou laughed and said, "Pindao and your Great Zhou royal family are not our own people!"
"After the third generation of the master of the Baihong Temple, he has indeed broken with my Great Zhou." The princess paused and said aloud: "But the second generation of the master before that was the royal family of the Great Zhou. , he is my third uncle!"
"It turns out that the second-generation patriarch is related to your royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but so what?" Daoist Baoshou said with a smile: "Since it has been broken, could it be that the pindao gave the order of Kun to make Baihong pay attention to it?" Returning to Dazhou, is there any more glory?"
"It may not be impossible." The princess said with her eyes slightly fixed.
"But the third generation of patriarchs escaped from Dazhou with the order of Kun." Daoist Baoshou said with a smile: "If he can be handed over easily, why did he fall into the border of Daxia, hide his name, and become an unknown person?" Although Pindao doesn't know the reason, it doesn't make sense. Today, it's the turn of Pindao, a disciple of the younger generation, who is confused and has no reason to send Kun Ziling back?"
"" The princess fell into silence.
"The dry word order can undo the curse of Da Xia's bloodline." Daoist Baoshou suddenly said again: "But to undo the bloodline curse of the Great Zhou imperial family, is the Kun word order?"
"How do you know?" The princess raised her head, her expression becoming more and more complicated.
"Whether it is Daxia or Dazhou, the ancestors of the two countries are descendants of Shenting. Daxia is in charge of Qianziling, and Dazhou is in charge of Kunziling." Taoist Baoshou said with a smile: "There is a curse in the blood of the Daxia Dynasty. , there is no reason for the Great Zhou royal family to escape!"
"Since you already know" The princess's eyes gradually brightened.
"Why did the three generations of patriarchs not want to undo the curse in your blood for Da Zhou, but fled into the territory of Da Xia and concealed your name?" Daoist Baoshou asked suddenly.
"" The princess suddenly looked sad and did not answer.
"It doesn't matter if you don't answer." Daoist Baoshou didn't force it, and asked instead: "What did you find when you dived into the capital of Daxia?"
"Isn't it normal for the high-level officials of Daxia to encircle and suppress the enemy's spies hiding in the capital?"In the midst of it, busy is the look of horror and fear, despair in my heart, and I feel that my fate is over!
However, at this moment, in the dark wind, a ray of light suddenly burst out!
It was one of the classics of calligraphy and painting that was swept up by the wind. It was not damaged, but spread out!
The light flickers, making people throb!
Master Chen was pleasantly surprised and turned his head to look.
The man in black also frowned, feeling uneasy.
And at this moment, the picture scroll was unfolded.
I saw a person on the drawing paper.
This man is about twenty years old, with a handsome face and dressed in Taoist clothes.
And this young Taoist priest is the master of the Baihong Temple in Fengyuan Mountain, Guangshan District, Qingming Prefecture, Taoist Baoshou!
"this painting?"
The black-robed man's heart trembled, he felt uneasy, and immediately felt withdrawn, turned around and left.
When he was about to turn around, he stretched out his hand and pressed down on Mr. Chen, his mana was so powerful that it condensed into a Taoist technique, intending to suppress and kill him here.
But just when Mr. Chen fell into fear, he heard a clear cry.
"Bold evildoer!"
All of a sudden, the Taoist in the painting, his eyes fixed, he took a step forward, stepped out of the painting scroll, and he turned out to be no different from his real body.
At the same time, he cut it off with a single sword!
In an instant, the Taoist light of the man in black was completely defeated!
"Taoist Baoshou!"
The black-robed man exclaimed. He thought it was a treasure handed down from Fengyuan Mountain, but who would have thought that the picture scroll in the hands of an ordinary person could alert Taoist Baoshou to appear?
He ignored it, turned around and fled!
However, Taoist Baoshou didn't even raise his eyes, and just shot a sword aura.
That sword energy suddenly pierced through the void!
In an instant, he pierced the back of the man in black!
His high-grade magic robe, his magic treasure breastplate, can't resist it!
He ran a hundred feet forward, only to fall down without a sound!
The majestic real person who refined the gods fell here in an instant.
"Master"
Master Chen was full of astonishment, and his breathing couldn't help but stagnate.
Daoist Baoshou laughed, looked down, and said, "Fortunately, you brought this painting with you, otherwise the poor Taoist would not be able to save you. It¡¯s just a shot! Next, head to the capital, do it yourself!¡±
After the voice fell, the Taoist took a step forward and re-entered the painting.
However, this time, the Taoist priest in the painting lost its previous charm.
All this is illusory like a dream, but Master Chen's severe pain, the overturned carriage, and the dead horse all told him that it was not a dream.
Not far away, the guard surnamed Chang was breathing weakly, and the golden light around him had been exhausted.
"Old Chang, wake up, okay?"
"My lord" The guard surnamed Chang barely opened his eyes, his face was pale, and he said in a low voice: "The man just now"
"It has been beheaded by Daoist Baoshou of Fengyuan Mountain!" Mr. Chen said seriously: "On the scroll you brought back, Daoist Baoshou walked out of the painting and beheaded that demon!"
"Picture scroll?" The guard surnamed Chang was even more astonished, and immediately felt very dazed.
"Earlier, the Taoist priest said that he can only make one shot with the merit and vows gathered by more than one hundred thousand strands of hair?"
Mr. Chen helped the guard surnamed Chang up, and then panted, put away the painting, put it away in a precious place, and thought in his heart: "Could it be possible to raise more than a hundred thousand strands of hair for the Taoist priest, so that the Taoist in the painting can be reborn again?" Showing divine power?"
Going to the capital here is extremely dangerous, and the first person who wants to kill an ordinary person like him is a real person in the realm of refining gods. Among practitioners, they are all existences of the upper ranks!
Now that this real person fell to kill an ordinary person, wouldn't the people behind him be even more outraged?
If the Taoist in this portrait can regain his divine power, he will be more secure when he goes to the capital. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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