Sure enough, Ximen Qingcang's injury has fully recovered.
The man standing in front of him was even stronger than at his peak.
However, Ye Hong didn't feel worried at all.
On the other side, looking at Ye Hong's eyes that almost turned into pure black, Ximen Qingcang suddenly felt frightened.
It was as if all the secrets in his body were revealed by Ye Hong's eyes.
And as an ancient practitioner, he knows this kind of insight better than anyone else!
"This is impossible!"
Ximen Qingcang's pupils dilated and he roared: "How could you possibly have entered the realm of ancient Taoism?"
He widened his eyes angrily, black smoke gathering in front of his eyes, and for the first time he desperately wanted to see through Ye Hong's true identity.
In the world in Ye Hong's eyes, he saw the white light representing the breath flying from Ximen Qingcang's eyes.
His eyes darkened slightly, and the Taoist aura condensed into a broadsword, directly cutting the aura in half.
"Well!"
Ximen Qingcang covered his eyes and couldn't help but groan.
But in his mouth, he kept murmuring: "This is impossible, this is impossible."
He spent his whole life, calculated everything in the world, and planned for a long time before he could use the magic way to enter the ancient realm.
But Ye Hong in front of him is not even eighteen years old, but he has also entered the same realm!
This feeling is like the goddess I finally caught up with, but ran away with a three-year-old kid!
Jealousy, resentment, unwillingness... thousands of emotions are like poisonous insects, biting in Ximen Qingcang's heart.
"This is impossible!"
Ximen Qingcang roared to the sky, and black smoke exploded on his body.
"boom-"
Like the roar of a bomb, a black air wave bloomed under his feet.
The entire fourth floor was shaken violently as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer.
In the thick black smoke, Ximen Qingcang's face was approaching Yehong.
Like a goshawk soaring in the smoke, swift and sharp.
The seemingly light black smoke was like a pair of eagle wings that suddenly spread out, fanning fiercely towards Ye Hong.
"Demon Blood Demon Seed Path·Blood Demon Shadow Wings!"
The black smoke covering the sky was like a huge wave, trying to swallow Ye Hong up in one gulp.
But Ye Hong, who was surrounded, stretched out his finger slowly.
A transparent breath wrapped around his fingertips like water waves.
Immediately afterwards, these breaths turned into the shape of a brush in Ye Hong's hand.
Ximen Qingcang's pupils suddenly shrank while he was running at high speed.
Not only because of the transparent aura that he couldn't see through, but also because of the shape of the brush!
"Flying White Pen"
Ximen Qingcang read subconsciously in his heart.
That's right, the brush that Ye Hong condensed was exactly the shape of the brush in the hand of Shangguan Wan'er, the ancestor of the Shangguan family!
There were misunderstandings, competitions, and arguments between him and Shangguan Wan'er.
But in the end, Shangguan Wan'er sacrificed herself to save him.
"Ximen Qingcang, I will always remember your despicability, and I will always remember the kindness of Senior Shangguan.
Thank you for giving me an opportunity to pay homage to Senior Shangguan. "
Ye Hong glanced at the brush in his hand with nostalgia, his eyes were like daggers, he picked up the brush and suddenly swung it forward.
An arc of light flashed past, and the sky and earth suddenly lit up.
It was like a flash of thunder, and like the heaven and earth being split open by a giant axe.
"Man follows the earth, the earth follows the heaven, and the heaven follows the way."
Mysterious ancient sounds came out of Ye Hong's mouth.
Between heaven and earth, Yinjia characters began to appear.
One day, Shangguan Wan'er wanted to forcefully enter the realm of ancient Taoism, but ultimately failed due to the incompleteness of Heaven's Tao.
He only left one sentence with great regret: "I will spend my whole life without a son."
Now, Ye Hong wants to fulfill her unfulfilled wish.
She will also use her Yin Jia pen to kill the culprit who took advantage of her - Ximen Qingcang!
Vast ancient sounds flew out of Ye Hong's mouth.
Like thunder, it shakes the surrounding space!
"Man follows the earth, the earth follows the heaven, and the heaven follows the way."
"Tao follows nature!"
"Sun, moon, stars, celestial bodies, flowers, birds, insects, fish"
Countless Yinjia words, like a vast sky of stars, calmed Ximen Qingcang's blood demon shadow wings and illuminated the extremely horrifying face behind the black smoke.
"The road to understanding is like ignorance; the way to advance is like retreat; the way to be barbaric is like smoothness; superior virtue is like valley, enlightenment is like humiliation; broad virtue is like insufficiency, building virtue is like stealing, quality is like sincerity; generosity has no corner; great weapon is easy to achieve; great sound is hopeful. Sound; the elephant is invisible!
The road is hidden and nameless! "
After four months, Ye Hong finally read out the unfinished chapter for Shangguan Wan'er!
The path of light is like darkness, the path forward is like retreat, the smooth path is like ruggedness, and the noble virtue is like a canyon.
The true path of perfection is always in a state of invisibility, invisible to the naked eye.
It is formless, imageless, soundless, and indescribable.
This is why the Tao is hidden and nameless!
It is also the natural way that Shangguan Wan'er has been pursuing all his life!
Now, Yehong has fulfilled her long-cherished wish for her and restored this perfect way!
The transparent brush, like a magical weapon that cleans away dirt, sweeps across the billowing smoke.
"ah-"
With a sharp scream, Ximen Qingcang's body was cut into two pieces by Mao Bilan.
Five poisonous creatures were suddenly exposed to the air.
Ye Hong knew the truth of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, so he clicked five times with his brush in the air to kill the five poisonous things in the air.
The black smoke that filled the fourth floor suddenly dissipated.
The stunned people watching from the side were now looking at the center of the field in horror—
Ximen Qingcang's body was divided into two parts, but he was still not dead.
On the head of the upper body, eyes full of resentment glared at Ye Hong.
"You are definitely not an ancient practitioner!"
"Tell me, what kind of realm is this!"
"Tell me quickly!"
There was a hint of crying in the hysterical voice.
Ye Hong slowly walked up to Ximen Qingcang and looked down at this peerless careerist who spanned the three eras of chaos, catastrophe, and the current era.
He said calmly: "You can't see through my realm, that's because you have never understood what the ancient realm of law is, and what the perfect path is."
"You're talking nonsense! I'm a genuine ancient practitioner!"
Ximen Qingcang roared angrily.
Ye Hong shook his head, not intending to waste his time with such a person.
In fact, Ye Hong is indeed in the realm of ancient Taoism.
It's just that his ancient Taoist realm does not simply contain the two major auras of Taoism and warfare.
After Nanzhou absorbed the hexagonal prism crystal, all the auras in Ye Hong's body including Taoist spirit, combat skills, divine illumination, totem power, and alienation began to merge.
After fusion, the hexagonal prism crystal became the current black crystal.
What was running inside the crystal was an aura that Ye Hong had never heard or seen before.
This is the aura that belongs exclusively to him, Ye Hong.
It was also the breath that had just condensed on the fingertips and turned into a brush.
Ye Hongguan called this unique aura - [Ye Shen Dao Dharma]!
(End of chapter)