In a certain palace within the imperial palace.
At this moment, the sea of stars that originally covered the palace had been collected into a ball and was suspended above Qing Yu’s left hand.
Qing Yu kept his eyes gazing at the black sphere shrunken by the stars in his hand, as if he was looking through the sphere at some small person trapped in it.
“The universe cares about the hand, and all things are born in the body. This strange realization has made me truly understand the meaning of this saying.”
Qing Yu suddenly laughed, “Thank you, Qiao Baixuan, you have allowed me to take another big step forward in my Dao, I can feel that the late stage of the Divine Origin realm is not far away.”
The laugh was clear and cold, but it was true and unmistakable. Qing Yu’s eyes were still lax, he was still in the state of “observing the Way of Heaven”, but he could already show his emotions.
This was indeed a surprising improvement for Qingyu.
The benefits did not stop there, as Qiao Baixuan continued to crush Qing Yu’s starry sky with the Wheel of Destiny, demonstrating to Qing Yu the mysteries of the Fate Altar’s algorithm, and Qing Yu’s gains were not only in martial arts, but also in the art of Heaven’s Mystery.
“What a good man, Qiao Baixuan. In that case, let’s be good people to the end.”
Qing Yu’s right hand that was pressing the top of Feng Jiu’s head suddenly moved, and the dao of true qi that was completely compatible with Feng Jiu herself manipulated Feng Jiu’s body and made several seal decisions.
And then, the phoenix shadow that had been crushed by the “Fate Derivation Wheel” appeared again, but this time it was not there to stop Qiao Baixuan, but ——
It took advantage of the fact that the Northern Zhou Dragon Vein was trapped in a lock and fiercely swiped away a large strand of Dragon Vein Qi.
“Poof–”
Inside the Hall of Nourishing Hearts, Feng Tianming, who was being treated by the imperial doctor, fiercely raised his upper body and spat out a large mouthful of blood, staining the golden quilt with a large amount of crimson.
His face, which had appeared somewhat normal after being treated by the Spirit Gate, was even more decrepit.
“Ah!” The imperial doctor rose in shock, his hands and feet scrambling to watch this sudden scene, feeling that a great calamity was at hand and that the Death Star was over his head.
But fortunately, the imperial physician still had some sense at this point and was not truly faint, and hurriedly shouted, “Quickly… go and get Master Lingmen to come.”
An old eunuch standing by suddenly disappeared without a trace, and seemed to have gone to invite the Spirit Gate.
In fact, Feng Tianming was not presiding over the Nine Dragons Ding Heaven Grand Formation at this time, even if the dragon veins were damaged, it should not be so. Not to mention the fact that only a wisp of dragon vein Qi was now swept away.
However, the injury he had sustained a few days ago was too severe, and now it was only being forcibly suppressed by Meng Shanhe with “Hao Ran Zheng Qi”. It is true that the loss of a strand of Qi from the Dragon Vein would not damage Feng Tianming, but it could trigger the injury that was suppressed by the “Hao Ran Zheng Qi”.
The recurrence of the injury was like adding insult to injury, making an already serious injury even worse. Feng Tianming’s already short life expectancy should be reduced again.
On the other side.
After Qing Yu intercepted a portion of the Dragon Vein Qi for research, he incorporated the rest into Feng Jiu’s body.
After becoming the overseeing prince, no matter how reluctant the others were, Feng Jiu still saw the royal family’s secret divine technique, “Phoenix Heavenly Strategy”.
And after that, others did not know and thought that Feng Jiu was just looking at it, after all, the limitations of “Hao Ran Zheng Qi” were there. Feng Jiu could not waste all of her divine energy to re-train “Phoenix Heavenly Strategy”, could she?
But Feng Jiu did shift the focus of his cultivation to the “Phoenix Heavenly Strategy”.
Although Feng Jiu had always presented himself as a decent gentleman, he and Qing Yu knew that the only thing he had to do with being a decent gentleman was that he had a good skin that looked like a decent gentleman.
With Feng Jiu’s heart, he has never been able to bring the power of “Hao Ran Zheng Qi” to its fullest potential, so it was necessary for him to switch to “Phoenix Heavenly Strategy”. Besides, the future emperor of Northern Zhou couldn’t possibly not know the “Phoenix Heavenly Strategy”, right?
Now, back to the topic at hand.
The “Phoenix Heavenly Strategy” has been handed down for 900 years and has been carefully improved by successive emperors of the Great Zhou and Northern Zhou, and is in fact somewhat similar to the martial arts of the Son of Heaven. Qing Yu poured the Qi of the Dragon Vein into Feng Jiu’s body, and although it wouldn’t make his power soar, it would enhance the practice of the “Phoenix Heavenly Strategy”.
The only thing is that this will be a bit of a trap.
Feng Tianming had already been pitched, and the rest of them, Qiao Baixuan and others, were waiting for the black pot to be delivered to them.
These threads had form but no substance, yet they were able to cut the countless golden rings that had trapped the divine dragon transformed by the dragon vein into pieces, and the divine dragon was released from its trap.
“Ow…”
The divine dragon, entwined with countless seven-coloured threads, roared and crashed in, shattering the layers of diffraction wheels manifested on the Heavenly Destiny Compa*s.
“Not good, Abbot Xin Yuan has intervened.” Qiao Baixuan exclaimed in alarm.
Paths of seven-coloured threads poked out from the air, entangling all the people within the crumbling Daoist temple.
“Gong Zi Yu took advantage of my trapping and locking up the Dragon Veins to plunder the Qi of the Dragon Veins, the Emperor of Northern Zhou must have been implicated by now. The Great Zen Temple and the Mountain River School will definitely intervene.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhang Yuanlu, who had his hand pressed against Qiao Baixuan’s back, suddenly grabbed Qiao Baixuan’s shoulder and sprang his body through the top of the Daoist temple.
Then, he saw a huge palm of pure white true qi pressing down from the air.
“It’s Meng Shan Chang.”
All of them had seen the Battle of the Divine Capital, so how could Zhang Yuanlu not recognise the huge white palm that had pinned the Red Sun Dharma King and Agogo to the ground and rubbed them.
Obviously, Zhang Yuanlu had jumped late, and Meng Shanhe’s attack had arrived.
In order to quickly go over and kill Gong Zi Yu, Zhang Yuanlu and the others had deliberately chosen this broken Daoist temple which was extremely close to the divine capital.
But this extremely close location was as true for the Divine Capital as it was for Datong Mountain.
Meng Shanhe didn’t even need to go out to press down with a palm across the air.
Zhang Yuanlu raised his hand and threw Qiao Baixuan to Zhang Yuanfeng, who was holding Zhang Yangping, as the dragon roared and the tiger roared around him, his dragon and tiger dao qi boiling, “Dragon and tiger gather the wind and clouds.”
The clouds, the dragons, the wind and the tigers, pounced out with a magnificent atmosphere, killing the giant palm that descended from the sky.
—
Without a ripple, the clouds, dragons and tigers were dispersed by the giant palm. The word “magnificent” has always been a*sociated with sacrifice, and it was clear that Zhang Yuanlu’s “Dragon and Tiger Gathering the Wind and Clouds” was no match for Meng Shanhe’s huge palm.
“Boom…”
The huge palm slapped Zhang Yuanlu backwards into the broken Taoist temple, flattening the entire temple.
And then, it dissipated into white mist and disappeared. Apparently, this was the end of Meng Shanhe’s discipline.
“Second brother.” Zhang Yuanfeng, who had escaped by having Zhang Yuanlu stop him for a while, hurriedly ran to the ruins of the Daoist temple that had turned into flat land and looked around.
“Ahem —— I’m here.”
In the ruins, Zhang Yuanlu’s figure broke through the debris that was pressing down on him and rolled over to stand up.
“Second brother, are you alright.” Zhang Yuanfeng hurried over.
“It’s no harm, Chief Meng Shan only punished him slightly.” As he spoke, Zhang Yuanlu wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The injury looked quite serious, but to a Tong Shen realm powerhouse, it was nothing more than that.
“Meng Shan Chang’s hurdle has been pa*sed, but the side of the Great Zen Temple is not easy to pa*s.”
