Mountain stream.

The cold wind blows.

After hearing what Tai Xuan said, Confucius' eyes narrowed slightly and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, sure!"

Taixuan struggled to answer, "Thousands of years ago, I was the last person to see Chang Xi. At that time, my will had begun to be eroded by the power of the underworld, sometimes and sometimes not. Later, we were sealed by Taiyuan and Taishang. Here it is.”

"Huijun, what's your position?"

Confucius asked in confusion, "Is she on the side of the gods or the human race?"

"Huijun has no position."

Taixuan replied, "She neither helped the gods nor the human race, and not many people have seen her. As for why Chang Xi was able to seize Lord Shehui, only Chang Xi himself knows. The truth I know is very few."

"Is there any way to find Chang Xi?" Confucius asked.

"Yin, yin and yang are not jade."

Taixuan said, "In my memory, Chang Xi mentioned this thing to me. At that time, she deliberately mentioned this thing, which shows that this thing is very important to her."

"Yin Yang is not jade?"

When Confucius heard this familiar name, he was shocked. Isn't this what Li Junsheng has been looking for?

"What is Yin Yang Fei Jade?"

After a brief shock, Confucius came to his senses and asked, "Has Chang Xi said it in detail?"

"No, no."

Taixuan showed a look of struggle on his face and responded, "That's all I know. No, no matter what, you must find Chang Xi. Tao, no one in the Tao sect knows the gods better than Chang Xi. She will be Your indispensable helper.”

"Will the gods definitely come again?"

Seeing that Taixuan's consciousness was on the verge of death, Confucius immediately asked, "Also, does the Taoist sect know about the extreme night and cold winter?"

"Ji, Ji Ye, I don't know."

Taixuan answered with great difficulty, "However, the gods will never give up coming to the world, Taoism, they just drove them away, the foundation of the gods is still there, so, be careful and beware of the gods coming again! "

Having said this, Tai Xuan looked at the old man in front of him and asked with longing, "Kong, Kong Qiu, do you still have the strength to kill me?"

Confucius was silent. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "No more."

When Taixuan heard this, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Then, forget it, you can go."

"Take care of yourself!"

Confucius said goodbye and said nothing more. He turned around and walked silently out of the mountain stream.

From behind, Taixuan looked at the old man's leaving figure in front of him, his eyes filled with black energy, once again swallowing up all the whites of his eyes.

"Confucian leader."

Outside the mountain stream, Faru opened his mouth when he saw the old man walking back, but he didn't know where to start.

"Confucian leader, there are two sages of Taizi generation nearby. Disciples can lead the way." Wen Xiuru said proactively from the side.

"Go see Taiyin first." Confucius said calmly.

"Yes." Wen Xiuru accepted the order and immediately turned around to lead the way.

The three of them then left and went to see Taiyin, the second powerful person of the Taizi generation in the Taoist sect.

In the dark night, the cold wind was biting, the three of them walked forward for more than two hours, and at the end of the night, in a rugged desert, hundreds of iron cables crisscrossed, locking a man in it.

The man looked to be only about thirty years old, but his aura was extremely terrifying, not inferior to Tai Xuan before.

Confucius stepped forward and used Haoran's righteous energy to purify his spiritual consciousness, hoping that Taiyin would temporarily regain consciousness. However, the only response he received was that earth-shattering roar.

Taiyin will never come back.

Although the truth is cruel, this is reality.

A short distance away, Confucius looked at the man he had met several times before, with uncontrollable sadness in his weathered eyes.

"Let's go."

After stopping for a long time, Confucius turned and left, saying, "Go and see the remaining one."

At the same time, hundreds of miles away, in a valley, the swaying sound of iron ropes echoed through the night. A man in torn clothes stood there, with the pipa bones on his shoulders pierced by iron ropes, and the long-dried blood stained his clothes. He looked extremely miserable. .

The Taoist master who was once famous all over the world, because his strength was too strong, he was tortured in the seal for thousands of years, just to suppress his cultivation to the maximum extent.

Not long after, three people appeared above the valley, and they immediately saw the man locked in the valley.

"At first, he only had time to say a word or two before he lost consciousness, so we did not ask his name."

On the valley, Wen Xiuru looked at the man in the valley and explained, "However, judging from his aura, this man should also be a sage of the Taizi generation."

"He is not."

Confucius looked at the man below, shook his head slightly, and said, "I have seen all the powerful people of the Taizi generation in the Taoist sect, but there is no such person."

"Not a sage from the Taizi generation?"

Wen Xiuru was shocked and asked, "Then who is he?"

"I don't know."

Confucius said solemnly, "I can only ask."

After saying that, Confucius stepped forward and walked down in the air.

"Roar!"

In the valley, the man noticed the aura above him and roared to the sky. Because the struggle was too fierce, black blood continued to overflow from his shoulders, staining his clothes with ink again and again.

In the sky above, Confucius' figure fell down, he raised his hand and tapped lightly, and the vast sea of ​​righteousness surged into the middle of the man's eyebrows.

The next moment, the man struggled violently in pain again, with black energy surging in his eyes, frantically resisting the erosion of Haoran's righteousness.

"You, who are you?"

After a few breaths, the man seemed to have regained some sanity and asked tremblingly.

"Confucius."

Confucius asked calmly, "What do you call your Excellency?"

"Too, too great!" the man replied.

"Your Majesty?"

Confucius narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "I don't remember that among the sages of the Taoist generation, there was a man named Taishang!"

"No, no?"

The man was stunned for a moment, with a look of struggle flashing in his eyes, and said, "It's impossible, why not?"

Confucius heard the former's answer and asked, "Don't you know the reason?"

"One, there must be some."

The man struggled to answer, "Too, too great, too great!"

At this moment, in the valley, Wen Xiuru heard the conversation below and said in a solemn voice, "Master Zhang, among the powerful people of the Taizi generation, is there anyone named Taishang?"

"No."

Faru shook his head and replied, "Definitely not."

"Then who is he?"

Wen Xiuru asked in surprise, "Judging from his cultivation, he must be of the Taizi generation."

"Not necessarily human."

Faru said in a deep voice, "Have you noticed that his seal is more cruel than anyone else's? Taiyuan and Taishang did not use such cruelty when they sealed the other sages of the Taizi generation."

"What do you mean, Master Zhang, that he is not a human race?" Wen Xiuru asked with a shocked look on his face.

"Not sure yet."

Fa Ru responded solemnly, "However, it seems that it is indeed possible."