Longevity Tianque

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I have no malicious intentions..."

The old woman looked at Wang Changsheng, and said something in her mouth, her voice was not loud, but she made sure that Wang Changsheng could hear it clearly.

Wang Changsheng frowned, and seeing the old woman dying, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "I won't just die while I'm talking..."

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Wang, even if I die, it's time for my soul to return to heaven and earth, and I can't rely on Fellow Daoist Wang!"

Just as Wang Changsheng finished muttering in his heart, he heard a weak voice from the old woman's mouth.

"Ok?"

Wang Changsheng's expression changed immediately, and he looked at the old woman not far away with a stern expression.

Just now Wang Changsheng was only thinking in his heart, why did the old woman know what Wang Changsheng was thinking?

Could it be that the old woman can see what other people are thinking?

"who are you?"

Wang Changsheng tightened the Langcang sword in his hand, and the power on his body had already begun to spread, covering the old woman directly.

With Wang Changsheng's current state and strength, the old woman was able to see what Wang Changsheng was thinking. Apart from being vigilant, Wang Changsheng was dignified.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist Wang, my strength is not as terrifying as you imagined, I'm really just an ordinary person..." the old woman said softly.

As he said that, Wang Changsheng felt the aura of the old woman. This time, Wang Changsheng felt very clearly that the old woman was indeed just an ordinary person, without any aura of a monk.

However, how can ordinary people walk in the air?

Wang Changsheng asked directly.

boom!

Just as Wang Changsheng asked, he heard a huge roaring sound. Immediately afterwards, Wang Changsheng saw a magic weapon slowly emerge from the golden light curtain covering him.

"This...this is..."

Wang Changsheng saw that there was something contained in the golden light, and an aura emanated from it. Wang Changsheng was no stranger to this aura.

"Tao artifact!"

Wang Changsheng said in a deep voice, "This is a Taoist weapon!"

Wang Changsheng withdrew his gaze, looked at the old woman not far away, and said in a deep voice, "In the ancient country of Augustus, there is only one Taoist artifact—the national policy!"

"And it is not the Augustus royal family that controls the national policy, but the Sifan lineage!"

"Are you from Sifan's lineage?"

The old woman nodded slightly, looked at Wang Changsheng and said, "You Wang Daoyou really have good eyesight, so you can see it!"

Wang Changsheng: "..."

Hearing the old woman's words, Wang Changsheng was a little speechless, and finally said quietly: "Are you praising me? Or are you hurting me?"

Wang Changsheng also learned a lot about the situation in the ancient country of Augustus along the way.

The Taoist artifact of the ancient country of Augustus is called "National Policy"!

Naturally, Wang Changsheng didn't need to question the power of the Taoist artifact. Wang Changsheng had already understood it in the Temple of Magic.

However, the Augustus ancient national road implement is somewhat special.

The national policy is not in the hands of the royal family of the Augustus Kingdom, but in the hands of people known as the "Sifan Lineage".

Si Fan's lineage is not the royal family, but they are the most loyal supporters of the royal family.

Everyone in Sifan's lineage is only loyal to the controller of the imperial power. Apart from this, it is impossible for anyone to control Sifan's lineage.

As for why the old woman looks like an ordinary person, it is because all of Sifan's lineage are ordinary people without any cultivation base. As for why she can walk in the air like a monk, it is because of the Taoist national policy!

As long as the power of the Taoist national policy is lost, Sifan's lineage will really become ordinary people.

Sifan's lineage and the imperial power of the Augustus Kingdom are complementary and interdependent.

"I am indeed the person in power of the Sifan lineage..." The old woman said softly: "The Sifan lineage is blessed by the royal family, and controls the national policy of the country."

"However, not long ago, the national policy of Dao Qi kept trembling, and there was a powerful sword intent coming from the north!"

"I've been waiting for Daoist Wang here for a long time!"

The old woman looked calm, as if she was talking about a very ordinary thing.

"You want to snatch the Langcang sword?" Wang Changsheng frowned at the old woman, and said again: "No, the ancient country of Augustus wants to snatch the Langcang sword?"

The lineage of Sifan is the spokesperson of the imperial power. Without the mobilization of the imperial power, it would be impossible for the person in power of the lineage of Sifan to appear, let alone mobilize the national road to block Wang Changsheng.

"Wang Daoyou really misunderstood!" The old woman said: "A country with a great religion can only have one Daoist tool..."

"Augus already has a national policy, and it's useless to snatch the Taoist artifact from fellow daoists..."

"What's more, the Augustus country is not sure that you can keep Wang Daoyou. Once Wang Daoyou escapes, it will be a disaster for the Augustus country!"

Wang Changsheng looked wary and did not believe what the old woman said.

The more he understands, the more fearful Wang Changsheng is about these big teaching kingdoms. When he was fighting in the star field, Wang Changsheng thought he could fight against the world's powerful giants, but now he realizes that his strength is indeed good, but in the big teaching kingdom In front of him, he is an ant.

If the Dajiao Kingdom is determined to deal with Wang Changsheng, Wang Changsheng will have a hard time.

What's more, Wang Changsheng is now in the hinterland of the Augustus country, surrounded by the state roads of the Augustus country town, and Wang Changsheng feels a huge threat from the national policy.

The national policy is different from the Temple of Spells. The national policy is worshiped by the ancient country of Augustus, and the national fortune is prosperous, and the national policy is naturally nurtured by the ancient country. As for the Temple of Spells, it may not be worse than the national policy, but the willow leaves that control the Temple of Spells It is far inferior to a great religious country.

"Just tell me why you came here!" Wang Changsheng said in a deep voice, "I don't want to guess slowly with you!"

"Fellow Daoist Wang, don't worry!"

The old woman did not directly answer Wang Changsheng's question, but waved her hand, and the national policy appeared from the golden light again, suspended in front of the old woman. At this time, the old woman said softly: "Let me make a fortune teller for Wang Daoyou..."

Wang Changsheng: "..."

Seeing the old woman's actions, Wang Changsheng was speechless.

I just passed through the ancient country of Augustus, and it’s fine if I met Sifan’s lineage and the national road tool of Augustus Town, but also met such an old woman. It seems that I have to calculate for myself?

hum!

Without the slightest hesitation, the Lang Cang sword swept out, and the powerful sword energy directly crushed towards the national policy in front of the old woman.

Wang Changsheng did not directly attack the old woman, but aimed at the national policy!

The old woman declared her identity as the person in charge of Sifan's lineage. If Wang Changsheng really killed the old woman, it would be very difficult for him to leave the Augustus Kingdom.

hum!

Just as the Langcang sword hit the national policy, a golden light flashed, and a scorching golden light burst out from the national policy.

Holding the Langcang sword in his hand, Wang Changsheng stepped back a few steps, looking at the unscathed state policy, he couldn't help showing a dignified expression.

"Zhenguo Taoist Artifact is really extraordinary!"

Wang Changsheng said in a deep voice.

The national policy blocked Wang Changsheng, but he was not affected in any way, but Wang Changsheng was shocked by the force of the counter-shock, making his blood boil.