The moonlight was hazy, and a full moon was faintly discernible among the clouds.
In Anrong City, which was shrouded in haze all year round, it was rare to see the moon.
Mount Tianping was abnormally quiet. Even the nocturnal creatures seemed to have gone into hibernation, as if they had sensed the approaching danger.
When they were about to reach the top of the mountain, the moon in the sky finally broke free from the shackles of the clouds, and the night became much brighter. At this time, a star appeared beside the moon.
It was a lonely star accompanying the moon!
Qin Lang could not help but think of the Old Poison. The last time he came to Mount Tianping, he had the Old Poison with him, so he was completely fearless. But now, he was as lonely as the lonely star in the sky. However, he was still fighting for the Old Poison's ideals, even if he was forced into a dead end today.
As the "Bug Demon", Qin Lang could have just left. But as the Hundred Ghosts and Perfected Shui Jing had said, once he ran away, the Divine Dao Sect would target the assassin organization. This was unreasonable. And the assassin organization was an important chess piece that Qin Lang had painstakingly cultivated. He could not allow it to be destroyed, even by the Taoist forces!
Qin Lang had always thought that the Buddhist Sect was the most arrogant existence, but now it seemed that the Taoist Sect was the same.
The Taoist forces had been damaged by the Duan Family for no reason. This debt should not have been placed on Qin Lang's head, but in their eyes, Qin Lang was weak, so there was no reason for this matter. Similarly, the Divine Dao Sect did not dare to reason with the Cultivation World.
Finally, they reached the top of Mount Tianping.
When they reached the top, Qin Lang saw a person standing there.
This person was naturally a Daoist priest. He had a long sword on his back as he stood on top of a rock at the top of the mountain. He raised his head and looked at the moon. It was as if he had completely merged with heaven and earth, forming a very impressive picture.
Seeing this scene, Qin Lang could not help but think of the poem, "I wish to ride the wind and fly away, but I fear the magnificent palace." This person was completely different from the warriors Qin Lang had seen before. He had an indescribable aura. Hmm, perhaps it wasn't an imposing manner, but a kind of temperament, a kind of transcendent and divine temperament!
Even the Old Poison seemed to be inferior to this person's temperament.
This was because the Old Poisonous Creature had only stepped into the Half-Step Martial Saint Realm, but this person had already reached the Martial Saint Realm.
Transcending mortality and entering sainthood was the level of the Martial Saint.
No wonder only one person from the Divine Dao Sect had come. It was not that they looked down on Qin Lang, but that this person was enough to suppress Qin Lang.
"You're that bug?"
The man's voice sounded very young, but there was a sense of vicissitudes in it. However, what was even more intense was his condescending attitude, as if he was a saint who could fly away with the wind at any time, and Qin Lang was just a bug crawling on the ground.
In this person's eyes, he was a proud Roc, and Qin Lang was just an ant on the ground. This was the aura he exuded.
It made Qin Lang very dissatisfied.
"I am Bug Demon, what can I do for you?" Qin Lang asked in a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing.
The man still did not turn his head, but said to Qin Lang in an inviolable tone, "Seal your acupuncture points and surrender. I don't want to attack an ant like you."
As expected, he was arrogant to the extreme.
"I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of surrendering," Qin Lang replied.
The man did not reply, and a powerful spiritual aura swept toward Qin Lang. There was a rustling sound, and countless cracks appeared on the rocks beside Qin Lang without warning —
It was just a pure spiritual aura, but it could actually cause cracks to appear on the hard rocks!
The boulder had cracked, and Qin Lang, who was in the middle of it, was naturally under even greater pressure. The opponent was releasing pure spiritual pressure, which could ignore Qin Lang's Astral Energy Shield. Moreover, the opponent's spiritual pressure could materialize at any time, giving Qin Lang a huge pressure. This was the most crucial point.
If it were anyone else, they would have already crawled on the ground at this time, because there was no way to resist the man's spiritual attack. However, Qin Lang did not crawl on the ground. Instead, he stood as straight as a javelin, as if he was contending with the man.
"Huh!"
The man made a sound of surprise. He retracted his gaze from the bright moon, turned around, and looked at Qin Lang condescendingly.
It looked at Qin Lang, "No wonder you were able to cause such a ruckus. You are indeed not an ordinary insect. However, no matter how powerful a bug is, it is still a bug. "
At this time, Qin Lang had clearly seen the man's appearance. This guy looked very young, only in his twenties, but he gave people a feeling that he had experienced the vicissitudes of life and had seen through the world. It was obvious that his real age was definitely more than twenty years old. He should be a cultivator who could retain his youthful appearance, and such people were often extremely difficult to provoke.
An even more powerful spiritual pressure crushed toward Qin Lang, but Qin Lang was still unmoved, and responded with his own powerful spiritual power. The Dark Samsara Visualization Art was used to the extreme by Qin Lang, and there were no flaws. At this time, he was the embodiment of darkness.
Although the man's spiritual power could turn into a substance and cause some trouble for Qin Lang, Qin Lang already had a spiritual sword qi, which was integrated with the Spirit Sword and Qin Lang's will and spirit, and was enough to break the opponent's spiritual attack.
Suddenly, the spiritual pressure around Qin Lang suddenly disappeared, and the man said with a smile, "Interesting! It seems that I can exercise my muscles again today. I hope you won't let me down. "
"Will you die if you don't show off?" Qin Lang snorted coldly.
"You will die!" The man sneered. His figure flashed, and like a ghost, he appeared ten meters away from Qin Lang. His eyes reflected the bright moon in the sky. "My Taoist name is Tian Yuan, don't forget it."
"Don't worry, a pretentious person like you will remember for a lifetime even if you disgust me once." Although Qin Lang mocked the man, he did not dare to underestimate him at all. This guy called "Tian Yuan" was definitely the strongest opponent Qin Lang had ever encountered.
"Martial Soul!" Daoist Tian Yuan gave a low shout, and a tall, dignified, and sacred Daoist Divinity appeared behind him. This Martial Soul was twenty zhang tall. When this Martial Soul appeared, Daoist Tian Yuan's essence, energy, and spirit rose steadily. In an instant, his strength and aura had increased by more than ten times.
"Die!" Daoist Priest Tian Yuan struck towards Qin Lang with his palm.
At the same time, the martial soul behind Tian Yuan also fiercely attacked Qin Lang.
Taoist Priest Tianyuan struck out with his palm. It was as if he was pushing Mount Hua. His Martial Spirit's palm strike was as heavy as Mount Tai. In an instant, Qin Lang felt like there were two mountains pressing down on him, and they carried the power of a landslide. It was extremely fast, and he could not dodge in time.
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