It was too tragic!
A group of people brimming with confidence left their domineering territory for a faraway land.
They descended upon this world with the attitude of a monarch.
The first person to come out was chopped in half.
Those who came out later were either waiting for death in the formation, or were beaten into a frenzy by Shirō Makino's runes. The one who suffered the most was their boss — —
An expert with the battle prowess of a Highgod was beaten into submission by a single book.
Was there anything more tragic than this in this world?
It seemed like there really wasn't much left.
As time passed, those who were trapped in the formation died one by one.
Their souls scattered and turned to ashes.
The chaotic scene outside also gradually came to a stop.
Because they were all dead.
Xiao Bai dragged their corpses into his Inventory.
Finally, there was a powerful expert with the battle prowess of a Highgod. He was still being slapped by the Talisman Artist's Grimoire. His cheeks were already red and swollen, and his body was covered with many wounds from Lin Zijin's slashes. He looked extremely wretched.
This powerful expert who didn't speak at first finally couldn't help but roar, "I am a general under the command of the Great Deity of the South. You will all be doomed!"
"Don't bullshit!"
Shirō Makino threw an incendiary talisman at him. "I'll cremate you for free!"
Transcending the mortal realm, the talisman had also reached the realm of simplifying the complex. A single incendiary talisman contained the world's top level fire elements.
This person with the battle prowess of a Highgod immediately retreated.
Bang!
The Talisman Artist's Grimoire went around to his back and beat him out.
F * ck!
This person was simply going crazy. This book was too freaking evil. Without it, with just these few people, even if there was a powerful talisman master among them, how could they stand a chance against an almighty expert with the battle prowess of a Highgod in the Sanctuary-realm?
Lin Zijin viciously slashed with her blade.
Another wound was left on this person's face.
But she was also sent flying by this person's palm.
Lin Zijin, who was protected by the Divine Phoenix, only spat out a mouthful of blood, but she didn't hesitate to attack again.
He was like a warrior who never knew how to retreat.
With a wave of her hand, beams of moonlight flew out. Every beam of moonlight hit the man's body, causing blood to splatter.
Although it didn't seem like a serious injury, it was still an injury.
For example, if a cut was made on the hand and a little blood flowed, it would definitely not kill the person. But what if the entire body was cut countless times?
What if the cuts became deeper and deeper?
Even if he bled, he could bleed to death!
The three of them formed a party to fight the Boss. If they couldn't kill it in a short amount of time, they would slowly grind it down.
I don't care if you're the Great Empyrean of the South or the Great Empyrean of the North.
Since you're already here, don't leave!
It was a good place to die!
Xiao Bai's flaming talisman gave this Highgod battle general enormous pressure.
He even found it unbelievable that a Talisman Artist who was only in the Sanctuary-realm could draw such a terrifying talisman.
The fire-type aura it contained gave him a strong feeling that this thing could burn him to death!
So even though he was being beaten up by the Talisman Artist's Grimoire, he still stubbornly kept dodging the talisman.
Shirō Makino looked at him and expressionlessly took out another talisman.
Flowing Water Talisman.
The terrifying water-type Daoist Connotation on it made this Southern Great Deity's subordinate general shudder with fear.
The talisman clearly hadn't been activated yet, but it gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
It was like a person who could swim floating in the middle of a boundless ocean. Although he could swim, he was thrown into the middle of the ocean and couldn't see any land. Sooner or later, he would drown!
It was a terrible feeling.
He had never felt such a sense of danger in his life.
This person tried to use his divine sense to transmit information about these people, but he was shocked to find that none of his messages could be transmitted out of this starry sky.
This place … was sealed!
This discovery turned his fear into despair.
He completely didn't believe that these people had such great abilities.
When Xiao Bai took out another Wind Talisman, he couldn't help but emit a powerful surge of divine sense —
"I'm a subordinate of the Southern Great Deity. Who are you? Are you going to make an enemy of the Pantheon Temple? "
Slap!
The Talisman Artist's Grimoire suddenly erupted with an infinite aura of the Great Dao, as if it was being held in someone's hand and slapped the face of this Southern Great Deity's subordinate general.
The crisp sound was simply earth-shattering!
In this void that was supposed to be silent, it directly broke through all the seals and resounded throughout the entire space!
Even Little White was startled by this.
Did my book become a spirit?
This time, the strength of the attack was completely different from the previous one.
This person's head was directly smashed in half.
Even though it was growing rapidly, his wretched appearance made one feel anxious for him.
A thought that was as calm as water was transmitted slowly.
"A bunch of beasts, what right do you have to call yourselves Deities?"
When this thought came out, even Lin Zijin, who was constantly rushing up, was stunned and couldn't help but slow down.
Da Mei also had a shocked expression.
No one expected that the Southern Great Deity's subordinate general would actually call out a person.
And it seemed like he was on their side?
This general's face was smashed in half by the Talisman Artist's Grimoire. Even if he didn't have any Dao injuries, this was enough to make him suffer. Moreover, how could he not have any Dao injuries?
At their level, if they didn't use Dao Runes to attack, it was impossible for them to be injured.
Shirō Makino looked at the sky and sighed. "Old man, have you been hiding in the dark and watching the show for so many years? What's the point? "
Lin Zijin and Da Mei couldn't help but look at Shirō Makino.
Then, a hazy figure seemed to condense in the void and slowly appeared in front of Shirō Makino.
It was the old Taoist priest who wanted to play chess with Shirō Makino in the ancient ruins.
He was still dressed in a tattered and dirty Daoist robe, and he still looked slovenly as he looked at Bai Muye with a smile.
As for the Southern Great Deity's subordinate general, he was mercilessly ignored.
But he wasn't completely ignored, because the Talisman Artist's Grimoire was still beating him up.
When Lin Zijin and Da Mei came to their senses, they rushed up again.
The old Taoist priest looked at Shirō Makino and sighed. "Treasure your time, young man. I'm afraid we won't get another chance to meet like this again."
"Hey, Master, what do you mean by this?" Shirō Makino looked at the old Taoist priest and said with a face full of resentment. "It's rare to see a Master as irresponsible as you. As your disciple, I've been on the brink of death for so many years, but you just watched from the side. In order to comprehend Dao, I worry so much that my hair is about to turn white, but you don't come out and give me a few pointers. Now, you're scaring me the moment we meet. "
"What do you mean by brink of death? Don't exaggerate. You've clearly passed each time easily. How could a bunch of useless chickens and dogs be your match? "The old Taoist priest glanced at Shirō Makino and said calmly.
"Heh, if you put it that way, then I'll admit that those previous opponents were indeed useless chickens and dogs that couldn't withstand a single blow. They weren't your disciple's match at all. "Shirō Makino said with a grin.
"You're not being modest!" The old Taoist priest glared at Shirō Makino and said, "Also, you're a talented person. You don't need me to give you any pointers. You have your own Dao. If I give you pointers, it might affect you instead."
Bai Muye boasted shamelessly, "Although I did tell you most of the time, I still needed Master's guidance from time to time."
The old Taoist priest laughed. "You're really shameless!"
"It's all thanks to Master's good teachings." Shirō Makino said humbly.
The old Taoist priest couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Also, I'm not trying to scare you. This might be the last time we meet."
"Sigh …"
Shirō Makino sighed and waved his hand. Two wooden chairs and a table appeared out of thin air. "Master, please take a seat."
The old Taoist priest sat down and watched as Shirō Makino boiled water for tea. He said calmly, "I'm just a spiritual will left in the human realm. The human realm isn't peaceful. I can't help but want to open my eyes and take a look."
Shirō Makino looked at him and smiled. "Master, didn't you say that heaven and earth are heartless and treat all living things like straw dogs?"
"I'm not heaven and earth." The old Taoist priest looked up and said, "I'm just an ordinary old Taoist."
"Master."
"Hmm?"
Shirō Makino looked at the old Taoist priest. "Am I especially high in seniority?"
The old Taoist priest: "…"
He was a little shocked by this kid's strange train of thought. After a while, he said speechlessly, "Cultivators look at their cultivation. Those who are strong are the masters. Seniority isn't important."
"You're wrong. There are benefits to being senior too!" Shirō Makino couldn't help but retort.
"What benefits? When you see a bunch of old men who have lived for billions of years calling you master, shouldn't you reward them with something? Do you? " The old Taoist priest curled his lips in disdain. "Look at how poor you are. You don't have anything and you still have the nerve to call yourself a senior."
Shirō Makino rolled his eyes.
In the end, he looked at the old Taoist shamelessly. "I don't have anything, but don't you have something as a Master? You ran away so fast back then. I didn't even want to borrow a cow from you! You're too stingy! You have so many treasures in your hands. Just take out two of them and I'll have something to show off. Just find a few little Taoist boys to help me and I'll be able to flip this sh * tty Pantheon Palace over! "
The old Taoist priest was so angry that he laughed. Looking at the lazy Shirō Makino, he said, "What do you think a Master is? A doraemon? You can have anything you want? "
Shirō Makino's mouth twitched. Looking at the old man, he thought to himself, 'You even know this …'
The old Taoist priest sighed softly. "The Pantheon Palace isn't as simple as you think. If it could be flipped over easily, who would have left it until today?"
"Even you can't do it?" Shirō Makino looked at the old Taoist priest with an expression that said 'a big shot like you shouldn't be so weak'.
"Of course I can do it." The old Taoist priest wasn't modest at all. He glanced at the intense battle and pouted. "That kind of trash, even if it's just a strand of spiritual will, I can still turn him into ashes with a wave of my hand."
"Then let's kill him!" Shirō Makino looked at Lin Zijin and Pretty Sis with a pained expression. Although they were buffed by his various talismans, they were still having a hard time fighting.
An almighty being with the combat power of a Superior God. That kind of invincible divine ability was too terrifying.
Fortunately, the Talisman Artist's Grimoire had been suppressing it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to sit still and fight with them in the morning.
"Mm, sure." The old Taoist priest nodded and raised his hand.
On the other side, Lin Zijin raised the huge sword in her hand and slashed viciously. This time, I'll definitely kill you!
Bam!
The body of the Southern Great Deity's general, the almighty being with the combat power of a Superior God, suddenly collapsed.
Lin Zijin, who had returned to her original appearance, was stunned.
She looked at her own sword and then at the scene of the Superior God collapsing.
Her exquisite face was filled with a doubtful expression.
She was so cute.
Then, she couldn't help but look at the two people sitting in the void.
The old Taoist priest grinned at them. "It's me."
Lin Zijin: "…"
Big Pretty Girl took a deep breath and gave Zi Jin a look.
Lin Zijin smacked her lips unwillingly. She hadn't had enough yet.
Shirō Makino looked at the old Taoist priest in surprise. "Master, what kind of divine ability is that?"
"It's just a small trick. It's like the sun melting snow, like fire burning firewood. It's nothing worth praising." The old Taoist priest's face was calm.
This was really a bit too awesome.
It was a super big boss. The three people on Xiao Bai's side and the top-grade Dharma treasure, the Talisman Artist's Grimoire, could at most block the opponent's most terrifying attack. If they wanted to kill it, they would have to slowly grind it down. Who knew how long it would take?
In the end, a max-level main account came, didn't bring any equipment, and didn't even have a weapon. It was instantly killed.
This kind of difference was simply despairing.
"Master, you might as well take this opportunity to overturn the Pantheon Palace. One finger from the Taoist Ancestor will turn them into ashes! After that, I can marry Zijin and give birth to a bunch of grand-disciples and grand-disciples for you! "
Shirō Makino's eyes lit up as he looked at the old Taoist priest.
He wasn't Brother Lin, whose eyes lit up the moment he saw a battle.
If he could, he would rather live the most ordinary life in the world.
He would spend his time in the mountains and rivers.
He would play with the kids, draw talismans, read books, learn, teach his disciples, and have small gatherings with his friends every few days.
It was beautiful just thinking about it.
"Dream on." The old Taoist priest looked at Shirō Makino. "I could have maintained this state for a few days, but now that I've helped you kill a powerful enemy … I'll disappear in at most two hours. Protecting this beautiful world will be your job in the future. "
The old Taoist priest had an expression that said, "I'm going to retire, kid. You'll have to work hard in the future."
Shirō Makino's face darkened. He looked at the old Taoist priest. "Are you serious?"
"Yes." The old Taoist priest nodded, his eyes filled with endless vicissitudes of life.
Shirō Makino sighed and raised his head to look at the old Taoist priest. "Can we really not overturn the Pantheon Palace?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head. "We can't."
He looked at Shirō Makino and smiled warmly. "Actually, you've already grown up. You just need a few more battles to nurture your heart of invincibility."
"Invincibility?" Shirō Makino looked at the old Taoist priest. "I'm just a Saint Talisman Artist. If I can't even defeat someone like that just now … how can I claim to be invincible?"
The old Taoist priest said, "Don't underestimate this person. He has the power of a Highgod. Although he doesn't have a Highgod's Godhood, he's not weak."
"Highgod's power?" Shirō Makino thought about it. "I can't beat him either!"
"You can." The old Taoist priest smiled. "When you're able to draw talismans without physical objects, with a single thought, you'll be able to condense all sorts of invisible elements in the universe as materials. Use your Dao of Talismans to form the runes of the Grand Dao … when that time comes, you'll be able to easily defeat someone like that. But those with Godhood are a bit difficult. Gods that had condensed their Godhead all had very powerful divine abilities. The difference between those with Godhood and those without is huge! "
Shirō Makino listened quietly.
He knew that the old Taoist priest was passing on the Dao.
"You're blaming me for not passing on the Dao to you because your cultivation level wasn't high enough. There were some things that you wouldn't be able to comprehend even if I told you. But now that you've reached the next level, you'll be able to understand even if I tell you now. "
The old Taoist priest was very patient. He spoke calmly to Shirō Makino.
Big Pretty and Lin Zijin stayed far away from him.
Shirō Makino put away his mischievous heart and listened quietly to the old Taoist priest's words.
Strictly speaking, this knowledge wasn't the old Taoist's Dao, but it was the accumulation of his countless years.
But in the end, the old Taoist priest still taught Shirō Makino a few Talisman Techniques.
"Our fate runs deep. After all, we're master and disciple. I can't not teach you anything. These Talisman Techniques can be considered my Dao. Once you've grasped them, study them carefully and make them your Dao."
As the old Taoist priest spoke, he directly transmitted some things into Shirō Makino's spiritual sea.
As the saying goes, 'the law cannot be passed to six ears'.
"The Talisman Artist's Tome is the last magic treasure I refined in the past. In terms of grade, it should be at the level of a Higher God, but it's not the highest. Because what's truly valuable are the basic Talisman Techniques in it, the ones you've already learned. If you teach them to all living beings in the world, there will always be a living being that will stand out. "
The old Taoist priest looked at Shirō Makino. "But in terms of the grade of this magic treasure, it's not even as good as the Void Ferry you have."
Shirō Makino: "…"
This old man really knows everything!
"All these years, I've been in a deep sleep. Only when you face great danger did I awaken … to help you eliminate your enemies and prevent your life from being threatened."
"Recently, I've devoured a lot of powerful energy, which is why we have the opportunity to meet today."
For some reason, Shirō Makino suddenly felt a little sad. He looked at the old Taoist priest and forced a smile. "If that's the case, I have to thank those bastards from the Temple of Light."
The old Taoist priest laughed and said, "Relying on external objects is ultimately a small Dao. Magic treasures have always been supplementary. They can never be used as the main Dao. "
"Dao follows nature, and in the end, it's the foundation. Only by constantly developing one's potential can one truly step onto the supreme Dao."
Shirō Makino nodded and humbly accepted the old Taoist priest's advice.
The old Taoist priest looked at Xiao Bai with a kind expression. "The Pantheon Palace is made of special materials. It can be used as the main material for the six paths of reincarnation."
The corner of Shirō Makino's mouth twitched. He looked at the old Taoist priest. "Master, are you saying that I should tear down their house and use it to rebuild the six paths of reincarnation? I don't have any objections, but wouldn't those bastards inside tear me apart? "
"That's why you can only do it after everything is over." The old Taoist priest glanced at him. "I haven't finished yet, why are you in such a hurry?"
"Hm, I'm not in a hurry. Take your time." Shirō Makino accepted the old Taoist's advice.
"In the past, the various deities sensed that the Sky Demon was invading the Sky Beyond Heaven. Thus, they gathered in the Sky Beyond Heaven to fight against the enemy. Because the laws there were different, the flow of time was also different. Thus, for the human realm, the deities never returned. Many epochs passed, but there was no news at all. The remaining deities in the human realm finally couldn't hold themselves back and took the opportunity to cause chaos. "
"They destroyed the Heavenly Court and severed the six paths of reincarnation. They created a new set of laws that they thought was perfect. You've seen the result. "
Shirō Makino nodded. "The Pantheon Palace has become the private domain of those peak existences. The living beings in the human realm have suffered greatly. They have become too rotten. Indeed, they need to change everything. "
As he spoke, Shirō Makino looked at the old Taoist priest. "Master, what's in the Sky Beyond Heaven?"
The old Taoist priest glanced at him. "Nothingness."
"Didn't you say that the Sky Demon was invading?" Shirō Makino asked.
"Fighting in the nothingness and guarding it." The old Taoist priest looked at him. His eyes were filled with endless exhaustion.
Sometimes, Xiao Bai really wondered if this was a divine sense that his master had left in the human realm, or if it was a clone that had been projected from the Sky Beyond Heaven.
"The Sky Beyond Heaven … Is it like the Milky Way?" Shirō Makino looked at the old Taoist priest.
"It's not the same. That's a different level of war. You won't understand it, and you don't need to understand it. You don't need to bear that burden. You just need to guard the human realm and make it a pure land again. That's enough, "the old Taoist priest said slowly.
"Then who am I?" Bai Muye asked a question that was somewhat inexplicable.
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