The crooked word says: "
Meeting each other in this life is the first destiny, calling friends and friends to laugh and play. Friendships are heart-to-heart but not face-to-face, and we share blessings and misfortunes. Lu Yao can know the power of horses, and it takes time to know the strength of love. We won't see each other unless we are close friends, and we will definitely come to our aid when we are in danger. "
The two young men who suddenly jumped out from the Immortal Platform were Ye Ling's friends, Xu Hong and Bu Feiyun.
Xu Hong holds a jade pen and outlines the text one stroke at a time in the void. This text is an ancient relic. Although it is difficult to understand its meaning, it contains great principles. Based on Xu Hong's current level of cultivation in the Lingxu realm, he is already a peerless talent if he can write just one.
He gasped for breath, saw Li Chunyuan attacking him, and shouted: "The Holy Spirit Cult is killing people! Li Chunyuan is shameless! Uncle Wen, do you care or not? Your nephew is being bullied! Help!"
The elegant old man sitting in the air frowned slightly and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This disciple Ming Qian accepted..."
As he spoke, the old man pointed his finger downward, and a golden light passed through the formation and shone on Xu Hong. Then a suction force picked him up, trying to take him out of the formation.
Unexpectedly, Xu Hong rolled his eyes and sketched with a jade pen, and a lot of filthy and pickled things appeared in the air, and he poured them on Li Chunyuan.
Li Chunyuan waved his sleeve and destroyed Xu Hong's illusion. He looked furious and shouted: "Good thief, I will cut you into pieces today!"
Li Chunyuan didn't care about anything else and rushed forward. The avenue of fire emerged from the palm of his hand, and a palm print was slapped towards Xu Hong.
Xu Hong shouted: "Uncle Wen! Someone wants to kill our academy disciples in front of you, do you care or not?"
The great scholar from Yixian Academy sighed slightly when he heard this, stretched out his hand and wrote a golden character in mid-air. The character was as obscure and incomprehensible as the one written by Xu Hong.
But after hearing the words, I could write them calmly, and I didn’t need to borrow a pen to write. I wrote the words in one breath. As soon as that word was written, a force that destroyed all laws suddenly emerged, and instantly turned into a stream of light, hitting the formation.
The formation was actually set up recently, and without Li Chunyuan as the host, the power of hearing the words could not be used for a while.
But with a loud "rumbling" sound, the domes of the light barrier shattered one after another, revealing the sky.
A cold light flashed, and Bu Feiyun stood in front of Xu Hong. The silver spear pointed forward and hit Li Chunyuan's palm print. Immediately afterwards, ice continued to grow, enveloping the handprints and the flames and freezing them, unable to produce any more power.
"If you don't run now, wait until later!"
Xu Hong shouted, and someone flew over at high speed, hugged Xu Hong from behind and left.
The man was dressed in white, and the two bird-feather-like Taoist tools on his back were moving with all his strength. It was actually Ning Changge, a former disciple of the Piaomiao Sect!
But it turns out that when Sheng Qingyao took Ye Ling away that day, Ning Changge knew that he was alone and could not die in vain. So, he traveled day and night and arrived at Qishan, where Xu Zheng's army was.
It happened that Xu Hong and Bu Feiyun were waiting for Ye Ling in the military camp at that time. After hearing the news, the three of them immediately came to the Holy Spirit Cult to rescue him. Unexpectedly, he was involved in the present world of Holy Spirit Cult. Xu Hong made a decisive decision and first stirred up the world.
Following closely behind Xu Hong, Bu Feiyun also jumped into the air and escaped from the formation.
Everyone on the stage was not a clever person. They all used their means to escape when they found a way out. In the blink of an eye, everyone on the Immortal Stage was empty, leaving only a few lonely figures.
Li Chunyuan was furious, but he didn't expect that his many arrangements would end up in the hands of three unknown men. This breath was really hard to swallow, so he immediately sent a message to everyone in the Holy Spirit Sect: "Close the mountain gate, and no one can escape!"
Xu Mi and others withdrew the formation, scattered in all directions, and acted according to their plan.
In mid-air, Lu Zhantian spoke slightly, with an unhappy tone: "I never thought that the first one to take action would be you, Yixian Academy!"
Hearing this, he calmly said slowly: "My senior brother Mingqian has taken in a bad disciple, who always causes trouble and makes him very troubled. As a junior brother, I want to take my apprentice nephew back and hand him over to his discipline. Does Leader Lu also want to intervene?"
"It's useless to talk more," the Purple Devouring Demon King smiled coldly: "It's better to have a fight and decide the winner!"
Hearing this, he shook his head slightly: "The demon clan is always fond of fighting. If we can cultivate our moral character, how can we have the calamity of annihilation that happened back then?"
Zi Yan clenched his teeth in hatred, and after playing with his hands several times in the void, a Chaos Dao Sect appeared: "Old guy, don't just use your words, how about you ask me for advice?"
Hearing this, he stood up and stepped forward, still calm: "The Master said: 'There is no distinction between teachings.' I am tireless in teaching people and tireless in destroying demons!"
As he spoke, he threw himself into the Taoist sect, and the Purple Devouring Demon Emperor also followed. There is a small world opened by the Purple Devouring Demon Emperor, which is dedicated to monks discussing Taoism and fighting.
At their level, every move and gesture resonates with the great road, and they can destroy countless mountains and rivers and implicate many innocent lives in random battles. Therefore, every time at this time, we will look for a small world battlefield.
As soon as the two left, Tianhuang Taoist said: "In that case, I also called for the second formation. I wonder who is willing to give me some advice?"
"Amitabha!" But the great monk Huiming of the Six Paths Buddhist Hall stepped forward with a smile and said: "I have heard for a long time that the evil karma in Kangtian City is rampant. This poor monk is willing to save his life!"
Taoist Tianhuang didn't take it seriously and walked towards the door: "How has the murderous karma of the Six Paths Buddhist Hall ever been less than that of me against the Tiancheng?"
After the two people entered, Lu Zhantian said: "Both Buddhism and Confucianism have already accepted the challenge. This third formation might as well be done by the Seven Immortals. What do you think of the ancient sect?"
Lu Zhantian's eyes fell on Gu Yuan. Gu Yuan was originally the leader of the Taiyuan Dao Sect, the leader of the Seven Immortal Paths, and a leader among the monks in the Eastern Region. When the Wanjian Shen Sect was destroyed that year, it was also Gu Yuan who recognized him as the alliance leader.
Hearing this, Gu Yuan flicked his fly whisk, stepped forward and said, "I am a poor Taoist and I will do my duty!"
When Gu Yuan entered the Taoist gate, Lu Zhantian turned to the others and said, "I am afraid that the bad wine and wild fruits prepared by my teaching will not be able to penetrate your eyes. How about we come together and be a witness?"
Everyone in the three sects had different thoughts, so they did not shirk, and they all stepped into the Taoist gate.
After Lu Zhantian entered, he saw several figures following him in the mist. No one went in, and the door was closed.
The powerful men left with great power, and the whole world's Taoist force was completely silenced. Many people were able to take a breath and straighten their bodies slightly.
Most of the people on the Immortal Platform dispersed, but on one seat, Han Yulou, who was white-faced, was holding a silk handkerchief, covering his mouth and coughing lightly, looking weak and declining.
But everyone who knows him well knows that Han Yulou has been like this for thousands of years. I really don’t know whether it is real or fake, whether it is a disease or a play.
After taking a deep breath, Han Yulou looked at Chen Changying on the side of the stage and forced out a smile: "General Chen, you are well."
Chen Changying shook his folding fan, stood up, bowed his hands and said, "King Nanyue, take care of your body!"
Han Yulou waved his hand, coughed a few more times, and said: "I am no longer the King of Nanyue. You were ordered to come to suppress, but you were not in front of the two armies. How did you get here?"
"Of course I'm bored in the army, so I came here to watch the scenery." Chen Changying smiled slightly: "It's a pity that you didn't add the icing on the cake, my lord. Why is that?"
"I already have enough crimes," Han Yulou said softly, "It doesn't matter if I add one or two more. I just think it's troublesome, so I won't waste the effort."
Chen Changying nodded and then asked, "I just don't understand something. I wonder if your lord would be willing to give me some advice?"
"Speaking."
"Have you, the Holy Spirit Sect, truly established the throne of heaven and earth, and been favored by the Great Dao?" Chen Changying's eyes were bright, as if he wanted to see through Han Yulou.
But Han Yulou didn't answer, just said: "Is it true or false, is it so important to you and me? Where are the people who are really involved?"
When Chen Changying heard this, he remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking...
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"Grandpa, Master said there was something going on at home today, so he left school early!"
On the top of the stargazing tower, Song Ming respectfully saluted Song Jinghe, then squeezed into his grandfather's arms and said: "Grandpa, I saw many monks in the imperial city looking south today. I wanted to make a prediction, but I felt that the heavens were chaotic. , it’s hard to figure out, did something happen in the south?”
Song Jinghe said: "God's will has been unpredictable since ancient times. God's will manipulates people, but people can cover up the sky. If I am of the Tianji lineage, if I just deduce the heavenly secrets, how can I be tolerated by others? When the realm reaches the realm of transformation, there will be a great enlightenment in the dark, even if The deduction of Wuyou Pulse is accurate, but it is enough."
"Grandpa, what other abilities do our Tianji lineage have?"
"Didn't I just say that God's will plays tricks on people, but humans can't cover up the sky? Who knows whether what they see is God's will or the Dao? Come and see!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jinghe took out a black pen and pointed it in the void. After a ripple spread out, he said to Song Ming: "Try and see what you can see?"
When Song Ming heard the words, he stood up, his whole body radiated light, and a plate of Bagua formations rose up under his feet and continued to circulate. But the more this happened, the more Song Ming frowned and sweated profusely.
After a while, he stopped the technique and gasped: "My formation is completely messed up and I can't see anything. Grandpa, what's going on?"
Song Jinghe smiled and said: "Tianji's lineage can not only spy on Tianji, but also deceive Tianji. There is indeed a commotion in the south, but Tianji is just deceiving Tianji!"
Song Ming nodded in understanding, looked at the jade pen in Song Jinghe's hand, couldn't help but trembled all over, and blurted out: "Grandpa, could it be you..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Jinghe: "This is grandpa's fate."
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Lingjiu Mountain in the Western Regions, Daleiyin Temple——
An old monk entered meditation on the lotus platform, and a young monk next to him stepped forward to report: "Master, Senior Brother Jin Chan has arrived in China and is looking for a destined person!"
"good!"
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In a mountain forest, a monk in white clothes clasped his hands together and stepped forward. He is young, handsome, and has a majestic appearance. His feet were bare, and with every step he took, a golden lotus appeared under his feet to support him. Golden light shone all over his body, and Sanskrit music sang loudly. He was indeed a living immortal and an eminent monk who had attained enlightenment.
But when I saw him coming outside the gate of the Holy Spirit Sect, a white-feathered bird flew out from the forest and turned into a man in white. It was Bai Xi: "Monk, this place is not a trivial matter, so leave quickly!"
"Amitabha!" The monk chanted the Buddha's name loudly and said with a smile: "The poor monk has traveled thousands of miles to find someone who is destined to be my Buddha!"
