Chapter 113: My elder brother is like a father, my father is a saint of the Three Pure Ones!
“Brother, are you crazy?”

“This man is as cunning as a fox. What should we do if he asks for an exorbitant price?”

Qiangliang’s voice was as loud as a bell, speaking in a low voice.

In my heart, my evaluation of Cang Xuan has been determined.

His mind is as dark as ink and his arrogance is boundless. He is simply not a normal person.

“calm!”

Di Jiang patted Qiang Liang’s shoulder gently, with a calm face, and uttered two words softly.

However, his eyes kept flickering, revealing an elusive emotion.

Cang Xuan was just a gatekeeper disciple, and Di Jiang was unable to detect his depth.

Looking at the tall and straight body like a pine tree, Dijiang vaguely felt that there was surging energy hidden in it.

There was even a faint aura of terror that surpassed the true form of his ancestor witch.

It was not that Dijiang was observant in detail, but that his mysterious sixth sense was eager to try.

This intuition is quite accurate.

“cost?”

Cang Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes moving between Di Jiang and Qiang Liang.

Then, he waved his sleeves lightly, pretending to be mature and said, “I heard that the two seniors came with gifts, why don’t you show them to me?”

“If you can show me your sincerity, I will allow you to enter Kunlun Mountain and pay homage to the Three Pure Ones.”

“After all, the Ancestral Witch and the Three Pure Ones are all descendants of the great god Pangu. How can we easily give up this origin?”

Done.

Cang Xuan sat quietly on the rattan chair, gazing at Dijiang and Qiangliang with a calm expression.

The divine mind moved slightly.

In the system space, the flower of the Tao merged into his soul, transformed into an extremely pure force, and poured into the three flowers of Daluo.

Endless order and divine patterns appear and disappear, mysterious and elusive.

Cang Xuan’s Daluo Sanhua is quietly advancing.

“Why is this Dao rhyme so mysterious and hard to guess?”

Di Jiang’s heart suddenly shook, his eyes fixed on Cang Xuan’s calm figure.

Obviously, he had sensed the power of rules emanating from the Flower of the Great Dao.

However, even with Di Jiang’s knowledge, he was unable to understand the truth and could only feel horrified.

In his opinion, Cang Xuan was too mysterious and powerful.

It is definitely not comparable to that of an ordinary gatekeeper disciple.

“Perfect level of Thunder Law, Melt!”

Cang Xuan had a playful smile on his face and sat firmly on the rattan chair, as solid as a rock.

In an instant, thunder and lightning were running rampant around him, and the perfect level of thunder law surrounded him.

The Purple Sky Divine Thunder roared in waves, and the Chaos Divine Thunder carried the power to destroy the world, making a loud noise that made the heaven and earth tremble.

“Law of Thunder, how is this possible?”

“Young friend Cang Xuan’s understanding of the law of thunder is even deeper than mine. Am I dreaming?”

“Fuck!”

“This kid has been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Now he is trying to show off and get slapped in the face!”

“It must be the old bastard that Patriarch Kunpeng and Taoist Hongyun mentioned.”

Although Qiangliang’s reaction was a little slow, he finally came to his senses at this time.

When talking about all the creatures in the myriad races, if we were to ask who is the strongest gatekeeper disciple, it would undoubtedly be the Haotian Boy and the Yaochi Boy who guard the Zixiao Palace.

Their cultivation has reached the quasi-saint level, surpassing most of the innate gods.

Qiangliang originally thought that they had reached their peak.

But I didn’t expect that Cang Xuan was even more powerful than Haotian and Yao Chi.

The perfect level of Thunder Law means that Cang Xuan is capable of unleashing the combat power of a quasi-saint peak, or even more powerful.

After all, even if Qiang Liang tried his best, he could only trigger the Purple Sky Divine Thunder.

As for the Chaos Divine Thunder, it is simply out of reach.

“Two seniors, don’t you intend to show your sincerity?”

Cang Xuan restrained his breath and regained his composure.

The Daluo Sanhua has been upgraded to the twenty-fourth level, and the thunder law has been completely integrated and mastered by him. Seeing this, Di Jiang sighed and said, “Friend Cang Xuan, you are hiding too deeply!”

“It may be true that you guard the gate of Kunlun Mountain, but you are definitely not an ordinary Xuanmen disciple.”

“You control the perfect level of the Thunder Law, and your body strength is no worse than our Ancestral Witch. You must be a monster, right?”

Dijiang was shocked to the extreme.

When wizards and liches fought each other, the Twelve Ancestral Wizards always rushed forward recklessly and won by brute force, shocking all the creatures in the ancient world.

But at this time, Di Jiang finally understood.

The most deadly thing is to show off invisibly.

Like Cang Xuan, inadvertently revealing a little aura and information, allowing others to fill in the gaps and dig out the truth on their own, this is the most powerful and terrifying thing.

Thinking of this, Dijiang seemed to have some understanding.

“Looking at Senior Dijiang’s condition, I can see that he has indeed learned the true teachings of Patriarch Kunpeng and Taoist Hongyun, and has benefited a lot! In this case, I don’t need to hide my identity anymore.

“I am the direct disciple of Master Sanqing and the second generation leader of Xuanmen!”

You just need to know my identity in your heart, and never reveal it to anyone.”

Cang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke slowly to Di Jiang and Qiang Liang, his expression deep and revealing an indescribable mystery.

If everyone in the world knew his identity, who would dare to set foot on Kunlun Mountain?

Only by stopping the living creatures can Cang Xuan get the reward.

“Don’t worry, I’m keeping my mouth shut.”

“The gifts I brought with me to visit the Three Pure Ones this time are twelve drops of the Ancestral Witch’s blood and many high-quality innate spiritual treasures.”

“If you still refuse to let us in, we will return to Buzhou Mountain.”

The dissatisfaction in Dijiang’s heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Compared with his sworn brotherhood with the Three Pure Ones, he now had a little more interest in Cang Xuan.

As the last disciple of the Three Pure Ones, he is able to master the perfect law of thunder. There must be some unknown secrets hidden behind him.

No matter how poor one’s talent and destiny are, one can still achieve the state of Hunyuan by relying on the law of thunder.

Don’t forget that the Black Turtle of the North Sea has surrendered to Xuanmen and possesses the method to break through to the level of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

If Cang Xuan received the enlightenment but still could not attain the Dao of Hun Yuan, wouldn’t it be a huge joke?

“Two seniors, please follow me to Taiqing Palace.”

“Master Sanqing and Senior Beihai Black Turtle have been waiting for a long time!”

Cang Xuan said this calmly, then took the lead in stepping onto the auspicious clouds and floated away towards the top of Kunlun Mountain.

Behind him, Di Jiang was stunned again.

Cang Xuan did not have the slightest greed when faced with the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch and many top-grade innate spiritual treasures. Could this situation be an illusion?
“Brother, hurry up and catch up!”

“I am anxious and eager to meet Brother Sanqing.”

“Once this matter spreads, we, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, will be so proud to have a brother like the Three Pure Ones in our family.”

Qiang Liang’s heart was filled with excitement, and he took the lead and strode towards the gate of Kunlun Mountain.

In my mind, I have already imagined scenes of meeting the Three Pure Ones.

Will the brotherhood be strong, or will they be shut out?
Snapped!
With a loud and crisp sound, a hand as broad as a palm-leaf fan gently slapped Qiangliang on the head.

“You have a brother who is a saint at home, do you want to go to heaven?”

“The eldest brother is like a father. The Three Pure Ones are the incarnation of the original spirit of Father God Pangu. They are indeed qualified to be the elder brother of our twelve witch ancestors!”

“How about you just address my father as the Three Pure Ones?”

“Brotherhood is a little frivolous, a loving father and filial son is the right path!”

Di Jiang held his head high and chest puffed out, looking solemn and serious, and his words were powerful.

However, he could not hide the smile on his face, and he was obviously teasing Qiang Liang.

Cang Xuan, who was riding the auspicious cloud and flying in front, almost laughed out loud when he heard this, but he forced himself to hold it back and did not let the laughter show.

“My father is a holy saint.” I wonder if Qiangliang can say it out loud.

And how will Master Sanqing deal with the “offensive” of Dijiang and Qiangliang?

It’s really, really exciting.

“The eldest brother is like a father, the father of the family”

Qiangliang fell behind at the back, muttering to himself.

Deep in his eyes, there flickered a light called “innocence”, which looked clear and stupid.

(End of this chapter)