Abandoning family and way for you [Cultivation of Immortals]

Since the battle of the Eastern Emperor of the Immortal Realm started 300 years ago, Qiu Dao has won 120 games in a row.

It should be known that in today's fairy world, apart from Qiu Dao, there are only 120 or 120 people who have reached the level of immortal emperor. Only those who have won [-] or [-] games in total can be recognized by the Dao of Heaven and granted the title of Eastern Emperor.

Since the previous generation of Eastern Emperor disappeared, the position of Eastern Emperor has been vacant for tens of thousands of years, and it is not because no one can beat the crowd.

The Eastern Emperor is equivalent to the Western Sage, the Northern Demon, and the Southern Charm. It corresponds to the four races of humans, demons, demons, and ghosts. family sacred artifact.

"Emperor Xuanwu walked fifty rounds under Qiu Dao's hands without losing the wind. Hmph, Qiu Papi has finally met his opponent." In the stands, a middle-aged beauty in white turned to her side without turning her head. The bearded old man said, judging from his tone, he should be one of the 120 four emperors who were defeated by Qiu Dao.

The old man with the white beard stroked his beard noncommittally, and he hoped that Qiu Dao would be defeated by Xuanwu, so that he would not have to fight Qiu Dao in the 120th duel.

Qiu Dao is the most rude person, even if he is sure to win, he has to be sarcastic and humiliate his opponent.Like the cat playing with the mouse, he must drive people to a desperate situation, and then knock them down without any effort, so as to show his self-proclaimed "Lonely Seeking Defeat" skill.

It seems that just using the opponent's famous skills to crush the opponent is already showing mercy.

"not good!"

The people around him shouted in a low voice, and the white bearded old man didn't care about the tuft of beard that he pulled off with his hands, and hurriedly looked up, only to see that Emperor Xuanwu didn't know whether he missed it or something, and hit the vase in Qiu Dao's left arms with his palm. go.

In the vase, a solitary white bud is crumbling, as if it has a premonition that an unbearable blow is coming, and it intends to break itself first.

"It's over!" White Beard thought to himself, everyone knows that Emperor Qiu Dao has the title of Qiu Papi, because Qiu Dao once belonged to the eight major families in the fairy world, and he picked up almost half of their elixir treasures and cheats, and people gave him the title Qiu Papi. Only dare to say behind the scenes.

But these emperors knew that it all started when someone in these families reached out to the strange flower in Qiu Dao's hand.

So far, the reputation of Qiu Dao's love for flowers has spread throughout the four clans. Some monks who want to catch up with Qiu Dao send him flowers and grass, and some find Qiu Dao with the same style-this fairy world is also a rare soul-condensing flower. for him.

The gift was received, and Qiu Dao refined it into fertilizer one by one and fed it to the little white flower.

There were also rumors of many monks who had seen Qiu Papi greeting the flower, whispering, and even playing the piano to make fun of it, just hoping that the little flower could "show its beauty".

The soul is lost when the leaves fall, the soul is full when the flowers bloom, and the soul is full when the flowers fall.

Only then did those who knew understand that the important thing was not the little white flower, but the soul that was born in it. Those who didn't know contacted Qiu Dao with his usual demeanor, only secretly said "perverted", and kept away.

Now that Emperor Xuanwu took action against him, he was looking for a dead end!

Sure enough, on the stage, Qiu Dao was furious. He wanted to play tricks on this dwarf, but he almost hurt his own flower. Qiu Dao didn't hide his clumsiness anymore, stretched out his palm, and knocked Xuanwu into the air with a brute force thunder palm .

Xuanwu spat out a mouthful of blood, fell off the stage, and fell to the ground.

His apprentices and grandchildren rushed forward to check, and the leading disciples in black glared at Qiu Dao, but they dared not speak out. It was Xuanwu who held his last breath and waved his hand at his eldest disciple, indicating that he still had his life.In my heart, I only blamed myself for not being greedy for that dangerous move, and not daring to resent Qiu Dao.

There is no life or death on the martial arts arena, and there is still life because the opponent is merciful.

Qiu Dao repeatedly comforted his little flower, wanted to caress it, but was worried that he would pull off the delicate petals, neither left nor right, anger surged up, the treasure that he should be careful to touch, but almost hurt it!

Qiu Dao wanted to put it into the mustard seeds, but he was reluctant to part with the imperial aura that filled the room. There were not many chances of gathering more than 100 immortal emperors. The imperial aura overflowing from these people was a rare nourishment.If he wanted to put it aside, Qiu Dao was worried that someone would break it with careless hands.

I was afraid of melting in my hand.

In fact, the vase under the little white flower's buttocks is the third jade lotus water purification bottle in the defense rankings in the fairy world. Not to mention the top-notch defense, but with the little white flower's reputation, no one would be idle to touch it on the street bump.

Qiu Dao frowned and struggled for a while, secretly thinking that he was careless before, and in this last scene, as long as he pays attention to it a little bit and plays with the old man less for a while, he will be safe and sound.

Qiu Dao said silently in his heart: Emotion produces wisdom, self-cultivation, self-cultivation, self-cultivation.

Since his ascension, Qiu Dao has often talked like this, and he feels that his temper has calmed down a lot now, and he will no longer be impulsive and make mistakes.

Qiu Dao was very satisfied with his current state, and he felt that there would be no more accidents. He raised his chin to the audience: "I haven't exerted my full strength yet, so I don't need to wait until tomorrow. The old Taoist Qingyang will come up to compare!"

"Is it really necessary to respect this guy as an emperor?!" Mei Zhongnian was indignant.

Qiu Dao saw the faces of the immortal emperors in the audience who were suffering, hated, and helpless, and felt very pleased, and raised the corners of his lips and shouted: "Isn't old man Qingyang going to admit defeat?"

There was a buzzing voice among the white-clothed disciples of the Qingyang Sect below, they were upset and did not dare to make a loud noise, Qiu Dao sneered.

The old man Qingyang pointed at him: "Zhu Zixiu is crazy!"

"Brother Qingyang, the fairy world depends on you!" Mei Zhongnian immediately praised.

"Brother Qingyang, don't show mercy!"

"We wish Brother Qingyang the best of luck!"

In the past, the immortal emperors who were disobedient to each other are now unanimous, as if Emperor Qingyang is the first in the fairy world.

Qingyang himself had no idea, but he also inspired his fighting spirit. He tiptoed, dressed in white, and jumped on the stage with his hands behind his back. His white hair, white clothes and white beard fluttered in his skirts, and he wore the bones of immortality, matching Qiu Dao's... ...Like a country stick and a nine-day god...

It is true that Qiu Dao loves luxury, no matter the clothes, he wants the most luxurious ones.Purple clothes with colorful patterns, black hair and star eyes, coupled with the domineering good looks that the emperors have to "like", shining like stars everywhere.

The Qingyang school seeks simplicity and simplicity, and this comparison makes simplicity look simple.

The immortal emperors felt inexplicably that they had already lost [-]%.

Qingyang cupped his hands: "I'm asking for advice."

After saying that, the blood-wood and rattan whip has already been shot, and it makes a wheezing sound, and blood-colored thorns grow thickly at the point where it hits.In a short while, Qiu Dao was surrounded by bloodthirsty thorns, and the blood thorns on the thorns grew densely towards the direction of the person, and then quickly stretched to a distance of half a meter before stopping.

If you don't hide quickly, you have to leave something behind to get out.

While dodging the whip, Qiu Dao moved away from the thorns. The woody Clay hit the thorns one after another, but it was of no use. Qiu Dao was about to be bitten by the blood thorns.

"Okay!" A disciple in the audience couldn't help but yelled out, having enjoyed watching it.

The beautiful middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, didn't he see the white flowers trembling in Qiu Dao's bosom, did he not tremble a bit, obviously playing with Qingyang with ease.

In the arena, Qingyang also saw the clues, squinting his eyes, since you are making fun of the competition, don't blame me for taking advantage of the opportunity!

After thinking about it, Qingyang made a vain move, and then the bloodwood rattan whip drew a circle, and countless blood snakes sprang out in an instant, blasting the field to pieces with a "boom", the smoke dispersed, and there was no one in the field.

This wins? !

Mei Zhongnian couldn't believe it, but with his eyesight, he didn't see Qiu Dao's avoiding figure.

"Qiu Dao!" An exclamation came from nearby, and Mei Zhongnian subconsciously looked towards the field.

Qiu Dao had lightning in his palm, and appeared beside Qingyang in an instant, he slapped his wrist, and snatched Qingyang's bloodwood vine whip.

On the one hand, the beautiful middle-aged man felt that it was a pity, but on the other hand, he felt that it was indeed so, and the heart that raised it fell to the ground with regret.

"Ha! Emperor Qingyang is nothing more than that!" Qiu Daolang said, imitating Qingyang to draw a circle with the rattan whip in his hand. Learned ten percent.

The giant thunderbird flew out from the circle, and flew towards Qingyang with a long cry.

My life is over!

Qingyang only felt a huge coercion coming towards him, he flipped his palms and made palm prints one after another, but he couldn't stop Thunderbird's attack at all.

boom--

The Thunderbird hit Qingyang directly—in front of him, the air wave from the lightning strike directly sent Qingyang flying to the audience.

"master!"

"Master!"

Qingyang helped his white-clothed apprentice to stand up, but at this time his appearance was quite embarrassing, the white clothes that were considered immortal had been torn apart by the thunder waves, and they were hanging on his body one by one. The most ridiculous thing was Qingyang's A pinch of white beard was curled and permed for free, and the end was still burnt black, so it was shortened a bit.

His master had been humiliated so far, Qingyang's head disciple's eyes were tearing apart, and he was about to go forward to seek justice for his master, but Qingyang grabbed his sleeve.

Qingyang shook his head to his disciples: "It's fine as a teacher." Then he cupped his hands at Qiu Dao, "Thank you, Emperor, for your mercy."

"Heh, it's kind of polite."

The angry first disciple of Qingyang almost wanted to fight (song) his life with him again!

"Is there anyone else to fight?" Qiu Dao's light voice echoed, but no one responded, "Oh, I forgot, you have already been defeated by me, how dare you come to fight? Hahaha!"

As if responding to Qiu Dao's wild words, a ray of light came down from the heavens, Qiu Daodong followed the law, and closed his eyes to feel it.

The emperors who were cultivated by the surrounding immortal emperors were sensed, and they all closed their eyes to sense the way of heaven in order to break through.

In a few breaths, the law of heaven has faded away, and the amount of experience depends on personal chance.

The light gradually faded, and slowly condensed into a black treasure box in front of Qiu Dao.Qiu Dao stretched out his hand to hold it in his palm, and lightly touched it with his index finger, the treasure box suddenly opened, shining brilliantly, a black bead spinning in the center of the box, emitting a faint blue light.

All the emperors couldn't help sighing, it is indeed the most precious treasure of the immortal way-the soul-returning pearl.

Looking at the envious and sour eyes of the crowd, Qiu Dao felt refreshed in his heart. He just touched the bead with his hand and wanted to take it out, but he saw the black bead dissipate like a phantom.

No, it was a phantom.

Qiu Dao was stunned for a moment, and six big gilt characters appeared in his mind—Heaven·Tao·is·a·liar? !

The author has something to say: It's quite a serious drama, please leave paw prints if you like it~

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