Every sect, no matter how big or small, will have a legendary ancestor. Give yourself a resounding name.
Mouton laughed disdainfully, but secretly paid close attention in his heart.
Feng Yiju is not a person who boasts. It is said that there was a founder of the Qingyuan Sect who was treated with admiration by the Qinglong Ancestor. Even if he is bragging about himself, he must have a foundation, right?
The formation flag fell to the ground, roots seemed to grow under the flagpole, and the meridians seemed to spread out. Mouton only felt that the power of his own world was blocked.
There are three realms along the way to practice, namely, transformation into mortals, demons, and heavens. Each realm has seven steps.
Seven steps to reach the sky, the first step to open the heaven. When a cave world is opened up, the monks are the world masters. Every move, every move, and every move carries the power of the world, and every move is like a world attacking.
Some small worlds cannot bear the aura of the Open Heaven Realm, and the world will exclude and expel the Heaven-Treading Realm monks. Monks who set foot in the Open Heaven Realm can only wander around the stars or enter the big worlds of all directions.
Call it ascension!
The Qingyuan formation flag was lowered, and the wind blew the flag, making a roaring sound. Mouton's spiritual consciousness, magic power, and world power all had difficulty functioning, as if he was about to drown.
However, Feng Yiju appeared in splendor and received blessings.
Looking at the heroic Feng Yiju, a very bad memory came to mind. He first took out a Zen staff and waved it towards Feng Yiju.
Feng Yiju opened the Zen staff with his sword and chuckled: "Fellow Taoist Mu is still using the Zen staff plundered from Taibai Temple three hundred years ago. It seems that Taoist Taoist is not taken seriously in Xuantianmen! Why don't you come to Qingyuanmen? I I will respect you as the elder protecting the mountain."
Mouton was so angry that she only heard about the mountain guardian beast. Have you ever heard of the elder who protects the mountain? That's too much!
But he didn't bully him again. With one blow and collision, he had already sensed that the Qingyuan Formation Flag was definitely a treasure! It fully limited his four powers, but Feng Yiju was even more powerful.
This battle will not be easy.
He took a deep breath and slowly moved his Zen staff, squinting at Feng Yiju.
Feng Yiju looked at him with a smile on his face. Fellow Taoist Mu wanted to delay time and wait for Huorong to come to his aid, but Feng Yiju was unable to do as he wished. The fairy sword in his hand turned into a green snake and lunged towards Mouton with a roar.
At the same time, I don’t know how far to the south. A petite man stood quietly in a mountain forest, and a jellyfish-shaped soul beast on his shoulder slowly shook its head.
There is no way to enter the mysterious world. There are formation seals around it specifically targeting soul beasts.
Long Kui took out a long spear and stood horizontally.
"Come out! You don't just want to trap me here, right?" He came to Dongyun without taking the route of Mouton and Tinder. He wanted to sneak in quietly and observe the situation of the various factions in Dongyun, so he entered Dongyun 56 Wanli fell into the formation.
Even the soul beast's contact with the outside world is prohibited. This is aimed at him.
In the distance, an old Taoist priest rode out on a donkey and beat a tattered fishing drum.
Long Kui frowned: "Xuanqingguan, Mr. Xiao, do you, Xuanqingguan, also want to participate in the Dongyun dispute?"
Xuanqing Temple is a unique sect in Dongyun Mountain - or it cannot be called a sect at all. The entire temple covers an area of only twenty acres and has only about twenty Taoist priests. But half of the twenty or so Taoist priests have reached the realm of demon transformation. The rest are also talented disciples.
Although people are young, their luck is extremely prosperous. Last year, the only green demon fruit in Dongyun Mountain was swallowed by the old mastiff of Xuanqing Temple.
Long Kui had naturally investigated before he came and found that Ge Laodao and Qinghe Taoist from Xuanqingguan were close friends in life and death, but this was not enough to pull Xuanqingguan into trouble.
Xiao Laoer is not a curse word, the Taoist nickname is Laoer, whose common surname is Xiao.
Mr. Xiao chuckled: "When did the Dongyun disputes come to an end in Xuanqing Temple? It didn't happen nine hundred years ago, and it didn't happen three hundred years ago!"
Long Kui looked at him.
Mr. Xiao stopped smiling and gently stroked the fishing drum: "This is passed down by my master, Xuanyang Palace Taisu Zhenren."
Long Kui suddenly raised his head.
Today, Dongyunmen is headed by Qingyuanmen. Three hundred years ago, it was Taibai Temple, and nine hundred years ago, it was Xuanyang Palace. Taisu was the last head of Xuanyang Palace.
"The disputes in Dongyun have never been in Dongyun, but in Xuantian." Xiao Lao'er shook his head and sighed. Without Xuantianmen, any leader would have the means to unify Dongyun Mountain.
"My Taoist friend is right."
A voice came from behind, and Long Kui was horrified. This shock was not trivial. You must know that with his current practice, even a monk two or three levels higher than him would never appear quietly beside him, otherwise someone would How can you escape from an assassination attempt?
After checking with his spiritual sense, there was nothing strange behind it. Old Xiao turned around slowly on guard and saw a monk holding a Zen staff with one hand in front of him. But the figure is ethereal and translucent, like a ghost. His spiritual consciousness cannot see it, and only when his eyes meet it can he feel the surging Buddha power in his body.
"Zhishang of Taibai Temple has met the donor."
The last abbot of Taibai Temple.
The auras emitted by these two people were in the realm of demon transformation, but Long Kui had a great sense of crisis!
He came to Dongyun Mountain without anyone noticing, and the route was randomly determined, and even he himself couldn't predict it in advance. These two people set up formations here to wait for him to come.
Otherwise, there would be so many such formations that he would run into them wherever he went. Otherwise, they followed him all the way. This place was just a convenient place to bury the bones, so they deployed the formation.
Whatever it was, it made him feel extremely frightened.
"Are you two trying to kill me?" Long Kui held the long spear in his hand, and the little jellyfish on his shoulder shrank into the sea of his consciousness.
Monk Zhishang shook his head: "How can a lonely wild ghost be so murderous? They just want to use the cave world of Taoist Master Long to make a shelter for the monks in the temple..."
Long Kui's eyes suddenly froze.
boom!
Mouton was hit on the ground by a big seal and spit out a mouthful of blood. Facing Feng Yiju, he stood with his sword in hand: "My Taoist friend Mu Guo has made no progress in three hundred years! Could it be that you, the Queen of Heaven, have never practiced the world? You have never practiced the Taoist methods of the Heaven-Stepping Realm?"
Mouton gasped, a sinister look flashed in his eyes, you put down the formation flag and let go of my cave world, no matter how arrogant you are! The magic tools of the Taoist Realm all require the power of the world to be used. If you have the ability to speak arrogantly, if you have the ability to let go of my world!
Feng Yiju came holding the fairy sword.
Mouton's eyes flashed with madness. He patted the Qiankun bag on his waist, and all kinds of genius treasures flew out. He stared at the formation flag on the ground resentfully.
He has used all methods, flying to the sky, hiding on the ground, and treading water. This formation of flags seems to be refined by blood on his body. It is always within a ten-mile radius of him, never in a hurry or slow, neither far nor near.
The cave world cannot be opened, and even half of the Taoism cannot be exerted.
"Refine it for me!" Mouton flew two array disks with his hands, forming a protective array to isolate Feng Yiju. At the same time, he ran his magic skills to instantly absorb the genius' earthly treasure into his body.
The cave is sealed, but his Open Heaven realm is real and no one can erase it. These genius treasures that enhance the Dongtian world are refined and inhaled into the body, and the Dongtian world naturally improves accordingly.
If you improve it, you can open the cave world, and Feng Yiju can be destroyed with a backhand!
