Chapter 517 The World Is Shocked! 5 Party Boss

That night, there was a strange phenomenon in the capital.

Historians recorded that on the ninth day of March in the thirty-sixth year of Yuanlu, there was a fire in the south, and the night was shining like day. It was suspected that the stars were falling, which was ominous.

Such a change swept the world, and masters from all sides felt it.

"The southern light is away from the fire, and the big star is falling alone. I'm afraid this is not a good thing."

Late at night, Huo Tiandu stood on the city wall that was undulating like a long dragon, looking at the starry sky with a bright light in his eyes.

"The general trend of the world has changed in thirty-three years. The celestial phenomena have moved, and the times are destined to change."

Li Cangfeng came out of the night, dressed in a haute robe, with an indescribable and peerless elegance.

He is like a sword, just standing there, his energy can control the world.

"Who are the heroes from ancient times who are still here? The only one who can see the emperor's grave is the old man with his white head." Huo Tiandu murmured softly.

I remember back then, during the Daoshan Alliance, the previous king Yuan was born, and his Mayfly Sword Technique shocked the world.

The White Snake Immortal faced the three thousand Qingyi of the Taoist sect alone, climbed to the top, and succeeded to the throne of Demon King.

During the time of the Thunder Pillar, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Tribulation shocked the world and achieved the prestige of the Nine God Pillars.

…

The tide is rising, times are changing, countless heroes have fallen, and countless stars have risen.

Listen to the rising tide in the rivers and lakes, and the waves before you will return to silence.

When Huo Tiandu, Li Zangfeng and others were young, they were dressed in bright clothes and angry with their horses. They were happy with their grudges. They did not regard the mountains as monuments, but they sang songs to reach the top.

Now, they have already achieved fame and are standing at the top.

As the years roll by, they sit at the highest point and watch those who come after them break through the sky, just like they did when they were young.

The older generation is lonely and retired, and the new era is independent and leading, and the long world is sweeping across.

This is how the world changes, from generation to generation.

Rumble…

There was a muffled sound in the sky, and on the southern edge, the fiery red color that only the strongest could see became brighter and brighter, burning like a fire, infecting the sky.

Huo Tiandu's expression changed slightly. He was the imperial master of the dynasty. He possessed the secret skills of dragon and tiger. His ability to observe the sky and detect variables was not much inferior to that of the Qi Pillar.

Such a vision is so abnormal that the whole world is shaken. Something great must have happened, with far-reaching influence, involving the fate of the past and present.

"Something is wrong, something is very wrong. My brows are twitching. It seems to be a bad omen." Huo Tiandu's brows furrowed into the character "Chuan".

In recent days, his luck has indeed been bad. He broke his leg because of the incident at Zhenlu Mountain, wandering around, adding fuel to the flames, and finally managed to suppress it through some yin or yang.

Now, that uneasy feeling is back and stronger.

"Don't worry, in the land of the capital and under the emperor's feet, no storms will hit here." Li Zangfeng said with relief.

"I hope so." Huo Tiandu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"It's not good, the ancestral grave in Longhu Mountain has been stolen."

At this moment, a rapid roar came from a distance, shaking the capital and echoing in the night sky.

Before he finished speaking, Huo Tiandu staggered and almost fell from the city wall.

The facial features of the current Imperial Master were gradually distorted, and unprecedented horror and horror filled his eyes that had experienced vicissitudes of life.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at Li Zangfeng, who was also stunned, and an unknown fire rose up.

"What did you do? You two, master and disciple, can't catch me and kill me alone!?"

Huo Tiandu almost rushed in front of Li Zangfeng, his heavy breath was like a dragon and a tiger in harmony, causing the runes on the city wall to flicker and cast a mottled glow.

"Calm down, this matter has nothing to do with Zhou Dao." Li Zangfeng said firmly.

That is the ancestral tomb of Longhu Mountain, where the great masters of the past are buried. Such an important place cannot be easily entered by even the masters of Longhu Mountain, let alone Zhou Dao?

To put it another way, even if he goes in, so what?

Today's Zhou Dao is no longer in the Guiyuan realm, how can he bulldoze the Ping'an Ruins?

There are buried the ancestors of all generations of Longhu Mountain. They are branded with divine powers and contain unparalleled power. Let alone the Guiyuan realm, even a strong man like Huo Tiandu may not be able to bulldoze it.

Huo Tiandu calmed down instantly after listening to what Li Zangfeng said.

My heart was confused, and I thought of Zhou Dao. It was indeed a bit ridiculous to chew on it carefully.

"I was confused by what happened at Zhenlu Mountain." Huo Tiandu shook his head.

This matter indeed has nothing to do with Zhou Dao.

"No, if such a big thing happens, I have to go back to Longhu Mountain."

Huo Tiandu looked ugly. His seniority was placed there and the tomb of the god was annihilated. No matter what, he had to go back to find out.

At this moment, Li Zangfeng reached out his hand and landed on his shoulder.

"You shouldn't go back at this time."

"Why?"

"With such a change, the world will change. I guess it's time for the Five Directions Chiefs to enter the capital." Li Zangfeng whispered.

"Master of the Five Directions..." Huo Tiandu's expression was slightly condensed, and his thoughts about leaving gradually stopped.

The Qin Dynasty was founded for three thousand years, and the Demon Control Division has also been passed down for three thousand years.

In three thousand years, huge factions and branches have been derived. In addition to the highest combat power of the [Nine Divine Pillars], the Five Directions Chief has almost the highest power in the Demon Control Division.

They are divided into five parties, each has its own forum, and has an independent inheritance and promotion system.

To a certain extent, the head of the Five Directions Division is equivalent to the feudal official set up outside by the Demon Control Division.

They control the five directions, and the total number of demon-slaying guards in their hands is half a million, even more than the head of the Demon Control Department.

Every three years, the heads of the five divisions will come to Beijing to report on their work.

At that time, the contemporary general secretary will set up a grand banquet to entertain the heads of the five directions, called the "Mountain and Sea Banquet".

This is also a major event in the history of the Demon Control Division.

There has been such a big change in Longhu Mountain, and in addition, King Yuan has appeared in this generation.

This year, the heads of the five parties may come to Beijing early.

"The rain is coming, and the capital is going to be lively again."

Huo Tiandu stood on the wall and murmured softly.

Under the moonlight, the undulating city wall looks like a big dragon, stretching from east to west and stretching like the night.

…

Pingjiang City.

Outside Wild Donkey Alley, a group of women with heavy makeup, wearing loose long skirts and clothes, showing a bit of pale white, waved their powder-stained silk scarves to attract customers.

Not far away, many coolies, beggars, and vagabonds stopped, grinning, sweating, enjoying the free spring scenery in front of them, and there was already a fierce battle in their minds.

They really want to come forward, hug him from left to right, and be like an emperor all night long, but they are shy and have no money.

"Uncle, do you want to play? Life is not expensive."

A plump woman tried her best to show off, even if she applied thick rouge and gouache, she couldn't hide the lines at the corners of her eyes.

There were no guests at this hour, so he said he would light white lights tonight, leaving the attic empty and no income.

Not only did he not have enough food for the next day, but he might also have received a scolding from the madam.

This is the case in this business. In the flesh business, you waste your youth and eat your own body.

Once old and beautiful, the living space will be squeezed by new people, and there is no other way but to sell at a low price.

Even so, it is common to light a white light and keep an empty room.

Dong dong dong...

At this moment, there was a sound of a wake-up call.

Uncle Xu was walking slowly from the corner of the street carrying a wooden clapper. There was a cowhide bag tied around his waist. Inside was braised dog meat, no more, no less, exactly three taels, just enough to drink a pot.

"It's a good brine. It uses eighty-seven kinds of spices. I guess I got the recipe from the chef at Jiuyangfang."

An old voice came from the teahouse next to him.

Uncle Xu stopped suddenly and turned around to look.

In the cold teahouse, there was only an old man sitting in the anxious place, wearing a scarf and a wide robe. He was clearly the concierge of Ping'an Town, Uncle Qin.

"Unexpectedly, we haven't seen each other for twenty years."

Uncle Xu squinted his eyes and saw his old friend. There was no surprise on his face and he walked over slowly.

"Twenty years? Is it that long?" Uncle Qin shook his head.

"Maybe, you are at ease."

Uncle Xu put down what he was doing and opened the brown paper. The juicy dog ​​meat exuded a tangy fragrance, which attracted the beggars in the distance to look away from the women.

"Hehe, you're still the same, hiding in Ping'an Town and watching that kid."

As he spoke, Uncle Xu picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup, but the aroma of wine filled his nostrils.

"I haven't tasted the wine in the palace for many years."

Uncle Xu drank a drink, his face full of memories and intoxication.

"That brat is now successful, so I don't need to watch it anymore." Uncle Qin directly picked up a piece of dog meat with his hands, which was 30% fat and 70% thin. He put it in his mouth and chewed it gently. For a while, his mouth was full of fragrance.

"When the fragrant meat rolls, the gods can't stand still... It really tastes good."

"Hey, speaking of it, the dog next to the little guy must have entered the Great Demon Realm now. It is most suitable for making hot pot. The taste..." Uncle Xu smacked his mouth, his face full of yearning.

"The best in the world."

"The demon king's dog legs in Boyue Cave were indeed very fragrant. I really miss them." Uncle Qin was also hooked.

"Are you here just to eat dog meat?"

Uncle Xu picked up two pieces of meat with his fingers like chopsticks and put them into his mouth.

"Longhu Mountain has undergone great changes."

"There is something strange in the sky. It turns out something happened in Longhu Mountain?" Uncle Xu's eyes narrowed slightly.

From his level, he could naturally see that the world had changed, but he never thought that this change would happen to Longhu Shan.

"What? Did Mijueluo break through that level? Or is their ancient well unable to hold anything?"

Uncle Xu sneered and picked up a piece of fat and thin meat.

“The sacred tomb in Longhu Mountain was bulldozed.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Xu's old palm shook slightly, and the piece of fragrant meat fell on the table, then bounced out and fell to the ground.

"What? The ancestral grave in Longhu Mountain was dug up?" Uncle Xu looked surprised and didn't even care about the piece of dog meat that fell on the ground.

"It wasn't that it was dug up, it was just gone." Uncle Qin looked solemn.

"What's strange? What terrible thing has been done in Longhu Mountain? All the ancestral graves are gone?" Uncle Xu was greatly moved.

The Ping'an Ruins were built by the founder of Longhu Mountain himself, and combined the mysteries of heaven and earth.

Who in the world today has the energy to move that sacred tomb! ?

"I'm afraid Longhu Mountain is going to explode." Uncle Xu said solemnly.

"But who is it?"

"There's something fishy about this matter. Maybe that old guy Mijueluo will come out." Uncle Qin said solemnly.

"Mijueluo, his cultivation is as good as the top five in the world..." Uncle Xu's eyes almost condensed into slits.

How high is the realm of the leader of Longhu Mountain?

There are only a handful of people in the world who can challenge him.

If he really takes action, he will really activate his whole body, and the world will never be at peace again.

"It's really a mess." Uncle Xu stood up with a heavy look on his face.

Even if he were to face that person, he probably wouldn't be able to gain anything.

"This is not why I came to you." Uncle Qin glanced at him and said calmly.

"I understand what you mean." Uncle Xu nodded.

Now that King Yuan has come out, Mijueluo may also walk out of the mountain gate, and the world is in turmoil, then...

"It's time for the Chief of the Five Directions to come to Beijing." Uncle Xu murmured softly.

"When they enter the capital, that little guy's identity as King Yuan cannot be suppressed." Uncle Qin looked up, as if he had a deep meaning.

If the Chief of the Five Directions had not entered the capital, he would not have come to Pingjiang City to see this old friend.

"After all, I haven't returned to the capital for a long time."

Uncle Xu sighed, as long as the wind, and the person doing the watch in front of him turned into dust and disappeared.

…

Late at night.

On Longhu Mountain, a fire shot into the sky, and the sharp sword energy filled the air.

For Longhu Mountain, this day was like thunder on a sunny day, shaking up and down, and the overwhelming anger could not be suppressed.

Many retreating masters have broken out of seclusion and are about to rush to Ping'an Ruins to find out what's going on.

You know, that is the holy place where the ancestors of all generations are buried, where the legal system is located and where luck is tied.

Longhushan disciples regard being buried in Ping'an Ruins after death as their greatest achievement and honor. Seniors like Chen Zhuofeng and Hong Longxiang have inspired many who came after them.

It is a place of pilgrimage and the highest palace of monasticism.

But now, it is not there, and I don’t know how to erase it from this world.

For all Longhushan disciples, this is an unbearable burden.

The Yuhua Hall, with its delicate fragrance, enshrines the two characters "Heaven and Earth".

On both sides of the majestic hall stand two sky-high pillars, respectively carved with the shapes of dragons and tigers.

At this moment, a thin figure stood in front of the two characters "Heaven and Earth", with a Taoist robe hanging to the ground and a childlike face.

"Headmaster, the Ping'an Ruins are all gone, how can you..."

Next to him, a middle-aged Taoist priest with gray temples said urgently.

"I got it, tell me to go down. From today on, the gate of Longhu Mountain will be closed, and no disciples will be allowed to come out."

"What?" The middle-aged Taoist priest was surprised, and even couldn't believe what he heard.

The holy land of Longhu Mountain, Ping'an Ruins, disappeared inexplicably, but as the leader, he actually ordered the mountain to be closed?

"Headmaster..." The middle-aged Taoist priest was anxious.

"Back off!" Mijueluo whispered, without any fluctuation in his voice.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked serious, bowed, turned around and exited the hall.

The fragrance lingers, making the words "heaven and earth" appear more and more emptiness.

"When peace finally comes to an end, dragons and tigers will return to the world!" Mijueluo murmured softly.

"The founder's verses have come true. The day we have finally waited for..."

"The future of Longhu Mountain..."

Mijueluo sighed softly, and in the lingering incense, golden light shone, turning into the characters dragon and tiger.

…

On this day, the world was shocked.

The annihilation of the sacred tomb in Longhu Mountain sent shockwaves from all directions, and the gates of Longhu Mountain were closed, which attracted the attention of experts from all over the world.

All parties are making inquiries and want to find out the truth of the incident.

In this way, half a month passed.

On this day, the sun was high in the sky, and at the headquarters of the Demon Control Division, a goshawk flew over and landed in the Xun Pavilion.

Wang Xuanzhi took out the letterhead from Goshawk's leg, opened it and saw a long-lost smile on his face.

"What's wrong?" Ma Yinglong asked from behind.

"Zhou Dao has returned to Beijing."

Wang Xuanzhi raised his hand, and the letter turned into a ball of flame, burning brightly.

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