I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Chapter 133 Dao Zun's Great Power, Teleportation

The high and mighty Yan Xiu looked like a god against the backdrop of thunder and lightning, his black hair dancing wildly in the wind and his eyes filled with indifference to the world.

The old man in the cloak had never seen such a scene before, and he stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning.

In his opinion, those who can control the gale for thousands of miles and ride on the huge waves in the ocean can be considered heroes in the world.

And the Great Yuan Taoist Master in front of him could actually control thunder and lightning, which was simply unimaginable for him who had lived for hundreds of years.

The old man knew very well that the art of thunder was the best way to defeat evil spirits. His blood river and dry bones were child's play for Yan Xiu and could be easily broken.

He immediately turned around and ran without hesitation, without any trace of his previous dignity.

The bloody head under his feet was also driven by him to rush towards Yan Xiu.

He didn't expect to be able to stop Yan Xiu, but even delaying him for a quarter of an hour would be enough for him to escape from here.

I must report this to the sect when I get back. This Great Yuan Daoist Master is too evil. We must never make an enemy of him!

How can we, mortals, go against the immortals who control thunder and lightning?

This is not seeking death.

The old man in the cloak who was fleeing at high speed inadvertently glanced back, which made him scared to death.

The bloody head was seen flying towards Yan Xiu with a "humming" sound. When it was ten feet away from Yan Xiu, a thunderous sound resounded through the sky.

Rumbling--

A divine thunder from the nine heavens cut through the void and struck down on the head.

At the moment of contact, the bloody head cracked like porcelain, then turned into powder and disappeared in the wind.

The Blood River Dry Bone Formation, which was based on the flesh and blood of millions of Nanhua soldiers and had the souls of famous generals of the time as its core, was broken the moment the bloody head disappeared.

The world returned to its original state.

Yan Xiu, with lightning wrapped around his body, took a step forward slowly.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was reduced to a hundred feet.

Yan Xiu took another step and the distance became ten feet.

The old man in the cloak was so frightened that he didn't care about the formation. He frantically squeezed the potential of his body and accelerated his escape speed to the extreme.

At this moment, he only hated his parents for not giving him a pair of legs.

The old man fled for a long time like this, risking his life, and still did not dare to stop, for fear that the Taoist master would catch up with him in the next second.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man found a secluded place to rest temporarily.

Before he could take out the elixir to recover, the scene in front of him suddenly became blurry.

When he came to his senses, he found himself back on the battlefield.

This sudden change almost made the old man collapse.

"Are you a human or a ghost? How could there be such magic in this world?!"

He looked at Yan Xiu and roared, his eyes full of undisguised fear.

He was clearly fleeing desperately without regard for the consequences, and should have been hundreds of miles away from the battlefield, but how come he was back to the same place in an instant?

Could it be that I had fallen into an illusion array set up in advance by the Dao Master?

Yan Xiu naturally didn't bother to explain the old man's question.

"You... do you really dare to kill me? I am a disciple of Dongyun Lingxu Palace. If you dare to kill me, you will be hunted down by Lingxu Palace in the future, and the fight will never end!"

Seeing Yan Xiu walking towards him, the old man from Lingxu Palace was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly, shouting in a stern but weak voice.

At this point he could only place his hopes on the sect, hoping that Yan Xiu would consider the importance of Lingxu Palace before killing him to see if he had the ability to do so.

Yan Xiu simply responded to this verbal threat with a sneer.

"One day, I will go to Dongyun in person and have a good talk with the Lord of Lingxu Palace."

After saying this, he didn't give the old man any chance to speak. His five fingers flashed with lightning and covered his head.

The old man and his cloak were blasted into pieces by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

After doing all this, Yan Xiu's figure was swept away by the breeze and disappeared in the wind.

The words are divided into two parts.

The Yuan soldiers closed their eyes after hearing Yan Xiu's voice.

When I opened my eyes again, the scene was different.

The Nanhua soldiers who had just been fighting face to face with him disappeared, and were replaced by a turbulent river.

"What is this place? Wasn't I on the battlefield just now? How did I end up here all of a sudden?"

"How strange! Could it be that I accidentally entered a mountain and sea illusion?"

Some soldiers raised questions.

Although they were in the military, they also practiced martial arts and had heard of some strange stories.

Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, a woodcutter went into the mountains to chop wood and met a Taoist priest who lived in seclusion in the mountains.

The Taoist said it was getting late and invited him to stay in the temple for a night and leave tomorrow.

But the woodcutter had just entered the mountain at noon, so how could it be dark now?

When he looked up, he saw that day and night had indeed changed and it was already midnight.

He stayed in the temple immediately and returned home early the next morning.

When he returned to the town, he found that fifty years had passed.

His wife, children and elder brothers had already passed away, leaving him alone in this world.

The heartbroken woodcutter left the town and wandered alone.

Many years later, he met the Taoist priest again when he went into the mountain. After repeated questioning, the Taoist priest did not answer. In the end, he just tapped his forehead and shouted.

"Idiot, wake up!"

The man only felt that the scene before his eyes flashed by like a kaleidoscope, and he suddenly had an epiphany, and turned from an ordinary woodcutter into a warrior at the peak of the Tianyuan realm.

When he woke up, he found himself in a ruined temple, where was no Taoist priest?

The woodcutter knelt down and bowed deeply in front of the broken Taoist statue in the temple and left the temple.

From then on, he swept the martial arts world with his skills and finally reached the pinnacle.

His experiences were recorded in a book, which has been circulated for hundreds of years and is talked about by people with relish.

Whether it is true or false is entirely up to future generations to decide.

Everyone was fascinated by the story and imagined that one day they would have the same adventure as the woodcutter.

"What a weird thing! This is not some kind of illusion! This is my hometown, Xuanzhou!"

A soldier shouted loudly immediately.

"This river is called Si River."

The soldier ran to the turbulent river and pointed to the ferry in the distance and said, "The ferry not far ahead is called Pingsha Ferry. After crossing the river, follow the official road for another 30 miles and you will reach Jing'an Prefecture."

After knowing where they were, the soldiers all showed shocked expressions on their faces.

You have to know that Xuanzhou is thousands of miles away from the battlefield where the two dynasties fought, and the Taoist Master actually teleported them to such a far place.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but feel shocked, and their awe and admiration for the Taoist Master became stronger.

Ding Honghua summoned several local soldiers from Xuanzhou and ordered them to go to Jing'an Prefecture to deliver military orders.

With so many soldiers needing to be resettled, he had no time to spare for lamenting.

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Beijing.

When Tang Zheng learned about the battle situation on the front line, he was amazed at the power of the Taoist immortal and his heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

Now that the Xianyue Holy Land has been destroyed, the inheritance over the past thousand years will all belong to the Yuan Dynasty, which means that the Yuan Dynasty now has a real foundation.

After this battle, the Nanhua Dynasty no longer had the strength to confront the Yuan Dynasty, and annexation of Nanhua territory was a foregone conclusion.

Either of these two things would be enough to make him ecstatic.

Now that double happiness has come, Tang Zheng’s joy is beyond words.

The next day he did not even attend court, but instead excitedly went to Dayuan Mountain carrying a pot of fine wine.