The immortal-like man was none other than Dongfang Wudi, the leader of the White Lotus Sect who presumptuously called himself emperor.

At this moment, Dongfang Wudi was confused: "I have already cultivated the Nine Yang Kung Fu to the Nine Yang Kaitai realm, and there is no more room for improvement. Is this the end of my road?"

Jiuyang Kaitai's Dongfang Wudi's martial arts realm has reached the high level of the innate, but he has been trapped in this realm for ten years. During these ten years, he has been absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth day and night, which has not only made the true energy in his body more powerful, but he can no longer make any progress.

But Dongfang Wudi's ambition is not here. He wants to become a celestial being and be the White Lotus Saint forever.

But unfortunately, the shackles of heaven seemed to be closed to him, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not touch the threshold of the legendary realm.

"Thirty years ago, I had a debate with Hua Yingxiong, a powerful celestial being. He once said, "What does Heaven say? The four seasons run their course, and all things grow. Praise the creation of Heaven and Earth, and be one with Heaven and Earth. If you can understand these, you can break through the wonders of Heaven and Earth. I have been trying to comprehend this for thirty years, but what does it mean?"

Am I really going to stop here, becoming the "invincible" in the eyes of the world, but ultimately unable to cross that step and become a true transcendent? " Dongfang Wudi pondered in his heart, with a touch of unwillingness and loneliness inadvertently revealed between his brows. He stood up and looked at the boundless sky outside the window. The golden sunlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on his face, but it seemed unable to dispel the haze in his heart.

Just as he was lost in thought and feeling irritated, a burst of hurried footsteps interrupted his thoughts. Eunuch Dabao hurriedly walked into the Chaoyang Pavilion, looking nervous, and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, something bad has happened! The life lamps of the two eunuchs Erbao and Xiaobao have gone out, and the life lamp of the Sun Envoy is also in danger. I am afraid his life is in danger!"

Hearing this, Dongfang Wudi's face instantly darkened, and the aura around him became extremely cold. Although Erbao and Xiaobao were his attendants, they had been loyal and capable for many years. Now that they were suddenly lost, he could not help but feel a little angry. As the core of the sect, the importance of the Sun Saint Envoy was self-evident.

"Erbao and Xiaobao have died? The Sun Saint Envoy is the backbone of our sect, how could this happen? Could it be that Wang Haijiao really broke through the seventh level of ice and fire? He captured and killed three people from our Saint Sect in one fell swoop."

"I don't know the details yet, but this matter is of great importance. I suggest that we must immediately find the Sun Saint Envoy and launch a rescue operation to prevent the secrets of our sect from being leaked." Eunuch Dabao lowered his head and replied, his voice trembling slightly.

The White Lotus Sect had not suffered such a heavy blow in the nearly twenty years since the civil strife. Especially since the Sun Saint Envoy knew too many secrets of the White Lotus Sect, if he fell into Wang Haijiao's hands and was forced to reveal the location of Tianzi Peak, if this guy joined forces with the Rakshasa Sect to kill people on Tianzi Peak, the consequences would be disastrous.

Dongfang Wudi pondered for a moment, then gave the order: "Pass the order down, you will take the lead, and immediately activate the 'Black Guards' to investigate this matter. Make sure to find the bodies of Erbao and Xiaobao and the whereabouts of the Sun Saint Envoy. At the same time, strengthen the defense within the church to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of the situation."

"By the way, you are allowed to take the Yangshi Exorcist Sword down the mountain!"

When Dabao heard that Dongfang Wudi allowed him to bring the Exorcist Sword down the mountain, his eyes lit up with joy.

You should know that the Yangshi Exorcist Sword is one of the rare divine weapons of the Holy Church. It is so sharp that it can break all kinds of heavy armor and protective qi in the world. However, its most powerful effect is that this sword contains 50% of the power of Dongfang Wudi's Fiery Sun Slash. The 50% power of a high-level innate person is so terrifying that it can easily break mountains and slash ships.

With this sword, even if Wang Haijiao broke through the seventh level of ice and fire, he would still be able to fight against him.

"Yes, sir!" Eunuch Dabao accepted the order happily, and at the same time thought to himself, "Great! This is really great! I haven't been down the mountain for ten years. I heard that the handsome guys down there are completely different from those ten years ago. I must enjoy myself. As for Wang Haijiao, he won't fly away."

With the departure of eunuch Dabao, Chaoyang Pavilion regained its peace, but under this peace there was an undercurrent. Dongfang Wudi closed his eyes and thought, in this chaotic world, although the White Lotus Sect was powerful, it also had many enemies, and any negligence could lead to a catastrophe.

"Hmph, a Luosha sect and an evil fist sect are really annoying. If I become a celestial being, I will definitely crush these ants with one palm!" He swore in his heart, and a strong killing intention surged in his heart. Then, he once again activated the Nine Yang Divine Art, and the true energy in his body surged like a river. At this time, it seemed that another "big sun" rose in Chaoyang Pavilion. In Tianzi Peak, the White Lotus Sect members could clearly see two suns side by side. It was simply the eighth wonder of the world.

Dongfang Wudi is a man of unparalleled achievements, but he values ​​his life very much. Before he has absolute overwhelming power, he will never fight against the Rakshasa King.

The other party is a group of desperate criminals, and he is a noble man of inestimable value. How can the life of a noble man be compared with that of these people?

Perhaps Dongfang Wudi himself didn't know. Perhaps it was because he was too concerned about his life and lacked the courage to fight to the death that caused his realm to stagnate.
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A few days later, an Asian flight from Hong Kong landed at Gimpo International Airport in Seoul.

At the airport gate, four handsome men were pushing their luggage off the plane.

These four people were Song Tianen, Wang Xiaohu and others who came across the ocean from Hong Kong.

The four of them were like the hottest boy band idol at the moment, attracting countless girls' attention. Some brave ones even came up to ask for photos, autographs and phone numbers.

Unfortunately, Song Tianen and the other four came to Seoul to kill people and had no intention of picking up girls. Besides, Korean girls are as ugly as they can be, with round faces and squinty eyes, which is very disgusting to look at.

Therefore, under the gaze of Wang Fenglei who was in a bad mood, everyone felt like being stared at by the most vicious serial killer. They were so frightened that their hands and feet became weak, and some even wet their pants on the spot.

Wang Xiaohu came to Song Tianen and said, "Brother, according to the information provided by the international intelligence donor, Wang Haijiao has gone to practice in seclusion somewhere again. The three evil boxing masters seem to have made a fortune and have been hanging out in various clubs recently.

Crunch! Crunch! When Wang Fenglei heard that the enemy who killed his father and mother was actually enjoying himself by picking up girls, drinking fine wine, and visiting gambling houses, he was so furious that his bones cracked. He wished he could rush over to the three villains and kill them ruthlessly.

Song Tianen sneered: "Ha, he really knows how to enjoy himself. Then let's get some interest from this guy first!"

"Hey, there's murderous intent!"

Song Tianen had extremely sharp senses. He turned his head sharply following his feeling, and as luck would have it, his eyes met with those of Yirushandu, the magic stick hired by the witch of the Rakshasa sect.

Behind Demon Stick came his fellow apprentice Ghost Stick and the Red Ghost Knight, as well as some elite warriors who had come over from the Japanese Rakshasa Bon sect. They were all dressed in Japanese samurai uniforms and looked extremely arrogant. The travelers around them did not dare to approach them at all.

It turns out that the witch's schemes were one after another. She knew that with Song Tianen's character, he would not give up after suffering such a big loss, and would definitely come to Hong Kong!
Having Wang Haijiao was not enough, he also used the Rakshasa Cult's intelligence network throughout Asia to learn that the financial situation of the Philippines Mogun was extremely bad, and he actually temporarily hired the unruly and warlike Mogun in order to provide financing to help it overcome its financial difficulties.

According to the witch's plan, Seoul will definitely become Song Tianen's grave this time!

The innate strong men have a sense of each other, and the magic stick looks at it.

Each of them seemed to have a foreboding that there would be a fight between them in the future, and their eyes glared at each other. Although neither of them attacked, their gazes were like a collision of lightning!

After all, Song Tianen's skills were higher, and the magic stick's eyes seemed to be severely electrocuted, so he had to turn his head to avoid it. The strength of both sides was revealed at a glance.

However, this action also aroused the ferocity of the magic stick. Just as he was about to turn around and pull out the magic stick to regain the upper hand, the red ghost of the Luosha Sect held his arm and said, "Master Magic Stick, this is a public place. Don't be impulsive."

"Hmph!" The magic stick's aggressive nature was suppressed, and he was indignant, so he actually gave Song Tianen a thumbs up, and then turned it over. Of course, Song Tianen would not indulge him, and directly touched his neck.

Wang Fenglei looked extremely unhappy: "This Filipino black guy is clearly looking for trouble."

Wang Xiaolong shook his head: "These people are disgusting and evil, and there are good people."

Wang Xiaohu nodded: "Yes, these people are extremely skilled in both internal and external skills. I hope they won't hinder our mission."

Song Tianen shrugged indifferently: "Let's go, ignore these people, if they dare to hinder us, they will be killed without mercy!"

The Red Ghost Riders on the other side had already recognized Song Tianen, but in order not to disrupt their young lady's plan, they kept silent, fearing that Song Tianen would notice something unusual.

After all, the witch gave the order, and this time the Rakshasa Cult only acted as the hunter hiding in the dark.

From this we can see that the witch girl and the dead rolling monster have completely different personalities.

This woman is not good at direct combat, but her sinister plots and schemes are one after another.

The two gangs each had their own thoughts and went their separate ways at the exit!

But what Song Tianen and Mogun didn't know was that there was a loving couple at the airport, but the beautiful girl had a miniature high-speed camera in her bag that recorded both groups at the same time. This was because the "couple" had received special training and had no emotional fluctuations, not even a trace of hostility. This made the three innate strongmen present not notice anything unusual, and these images were remotely transmitted to the "Moon Castle".

It turns out that this couple are actually intelligence spies from Moon Castle!
The White Lotus Sect's tentacles spread throughout Korea. The Moon Fort base camp of the Moon Saint Envoy and the Black Guard organization controlled by the eunuch Dabao are responsible for collecting intelligence on the White Lotus Sect, complementing each other.

As long as a foreign and unfamiliar strongman lands in Korea, Yuebao will always be able to obtain intelligence first and decide whether to report it to Tianzi Peak for further processing based on the threat level.
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There is a castle on Dobong Mountain in Seoul that is so beautiful that it is like a fairy tale in a dream!

This castle is the famous Moon Castle.

In the Moon Castle's central intelligence command room, intelligence monitoring personnel immediately received the photos sent back by front-line agents and quickly knocked on the command room of Our Lady of Moon Castle's palace.

"Report to the Virgin Mary! Our Lady, urgent information!" An intelligence officer dressed in tight black clothes and with a stern face hurried into the elegantly decorated yet majestic palace command room, holding a stack of freshly printed photos and a detailed report in his hands. Inside the room, the moonlight shone through the exquisite window lattices, onto a woman sitting on an exquisitely carved wooden chair.

This woman is dignified and elegant, yet also full of charm. The two extremely contradictory temperaments are seamlessly integrated without the slightest sense of abruptness.

She is the wife of the Moon Saint Envoy, who holds a high position in the White Lotus Sect, the Moon Holy Mother!

The Moon Saint Envoy was absorbed in practicing the Nine Yang Divine Art, and left all worldly affairs to the Moon Saint Mother, which made the Moon Saint Mother's status and power extremely transcendent.

Not only is he skilled in martial arts, he is also known for his far-sighted wisdom.

But if Wang Xiaohu saw this woman at this moment, he would definitely be so excited that he would call her "Mom"!
It turns out that this woman is Mei Niang. She is really as beautiful as her name suggests. She seems to be over 40 years old but she is naturally charming and extremely beautiful.

Mei Niang's face was as cold as the moon, but her eyes sparkled with wisdom. She raised her hand and motioned the intelligence officer to come forward. "Tell me, what's so urgent?" Although her voice was soft, it carried unquestionable majesty.

The intelligence officer stepped forward and respectfully presented the photos and report, while quickly reporting: "Mother Mother, according to the information sent back by our agents stationed at Gimpo International Airport, several strange strong men from Hong Kong entered the country today. More importantly, we also discovered the Philippines' magic stick Irushandu and several elite members of his Rakshasa Red Ghost Knights."

Mei Niang took the photos and examined them one by one. Her eyes lingered on Song Tianen and the magic stick Yilushandu for a moment, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Interesting, these two forces unexpectedly met in South Korea, plus there is an evil boxing gym, it seems that Seoul is about to usher in a storm."

But when Mei Niang saw the next photo, her expression suddenly tensed. It turned out that she found a photo of her good eldest son Wang Xiaohu among these photos.

My heart trembled: "Seoul is now on the eve of a storm, why did my tiger come to wade into this muddy water?"

The intelligence officer may have noticed something was wrong with Mei Niang, so he stepped forward and said flatteringly, "Holy Mother, I sent someone to keep a close eye on this boy!"

But who knew that this sentence was like flattery that hit the horse's hoof.

Mei Niang slammed her palm on the table: "You are not allowed to act without my order!"

Seeing the mistress suddenly angry, the intelligence chief, although he didn't understand what was going on, still nodded and said, "I will follow the order of the Holy Mother!"

Mei Niang's expression relaxed a little at this time: "By the way, has there been any major events recently?"

He did not reveal his and his father's whereabouts. Xiaohu would not suddenly come to Korea for no reason, and Xiaohu and Wang Fenglei were traveling together, so something big must have happened.

The intelligence chief had access to all kinds of intelligence about South Korea, and his intelligence capabilities were comparable to those of the South Korean military's Special Investigation Department. He truthfully reported on the events of Wang Haijiao sending people to Hong Kong to behead Wang Jianglong, and the Japanese envoy being defeated by Wang Haijiao, who fled to Hong Kong and suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly hearing the news of Wang Jianglong's death, Mei Niang felt dazed and even a little dizzy.

Mei Niang hurriedly held her forehead with her hand.

"Holy Mother, you are alright."

"Get out! Leave me alone for a while!"

"Yes!"

"Stop, have you got all the information?" Mei Niang asked, holding a stack of photos in her hand. (End of this chapter)