Half a year has passed.
On Qingzhu Peak, at the spiritual field next to the bamboo house, Fang Sang and Yin Hao planted the seedlings of spiritual bamboo shoots one by one into the ground to irrigate them with spiritual energy.
Such remarks were also discussed between these two people.
"Senior Brother Fang, it's been half a year, and tomorrow is the competition for the outer disciples. Why don't you think Senior Brother Wu Di is back?"
"Little Donor Wu Di, you will be back. You can see that even Senior Sister Ning, who is usually worried every night, is relaxing in the back."
"That's true, but Senior Brother Fang, when I went to deliver the bamboo shoots to Senior Sister Ning this morning, I felt that Senior Sister's face was not very good."
"Of course, otherwise the half-year agreement will be a done deal."
Fang Sang looked at Yin Hao, who had grown a bit taller, with a smile on his face and patted his shoulder.
In the past six months, a lot of things have happened in Lingtian Dao Palace. The Sutra Pavilion of Dao Palace has been banned for an unknown period of time. It has been half a year now.
The ranking of the Dao Palace's outer sect is also fiercely contested. One of them is extremely conspicuous. As a new outer sect disciple, he has reached the top five. Even the veteran outer sect disciples are no match.
It is said that this man has a heart of sword.
And what came from the inner sect was that Senior Brother Chen Ping had officially entered the late stage of Lingtai, and the catastrophes he had caused were as many as six in number!
The number of thunders of heavenly calamity also determines how deep a monk's path is.
After all, if the catastrophe you cause is extremely domineering, and the thunder of the tribulation is so many that even God will have to punish you with more punishments from the sky, it also indirectly shows that this person's talent is extremely terrifying, and it is not the same as God's. Fight for opportunities.
And the disasters of the dark people that frequently break out in the Holy Land are becoming more and more frequent. Half of the three-year promise has passed, and there is still half of the time. The undercurrent that occurs once every fifty years is about to happen. advent.
For another example, in the Wanling Pavilion, on the bounty list of the Bounty Shop, three of the top ten Taoist palace hermits actually appeared in the secular world!
It is said that one of the dynasties was invaded by the dark people, and the people were in ruins. The people of Li lived in dire straits every day... It was about to overthrow the dynasty, but at that time, there was a tyrant The swordsman born in the sky, holding a long sword across his chest, with a supreme immortal aura all over his body, guarded the dynasty for three days and three nights, fighting against the tide of dark men with one person's power!
There was also a monk who was in the desperate north of Lingtian County. He was killing all the people in there. He was able to defeat the demonic beast in the Demonic Heaven Realm. He forcibly snatched a fairy medicine from the demonic beast's hand and brought it back to the sect. middle....
These are the little things after tea that the Dao Palace disciples talk about when they have nothing to do.
Crunch.
The door of the bamboo house was opened, and a tall woman with long hair walked out. The woman had a beautiful face, and a long sword on her waist like a willow, which added to the woman's appearance. His heroic spirit and charm remain unchanged.
Ning Ruoxue glanced at Yin Hao and Fang Sang who were in the spiritual field, and then smiled as if nothing happened.
"Junior Brother Yin, Junior Brother Fang, are you done planting? It's time for us to listen to the sermon. Today is the sermon of the Great Elder."
The tone was relaxed and indifferent, and there was nothing unusual about it.
Yin Hao stood there a little stunned, because it had been a long time since Brother Wu Di went to practice, and he hadn't seen his senior sister like this for a long time.
"hiss."
At this time, the pain from his arm made his mouth slightly open, but he was not slow to react and hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands to prevent him from crying out in pain.
But he quickly reacted and immediately straightened his expression and said, "Okay, Senior Sister Ning, we are coming."
Then, he looked at the culprit next to him with a look of gratitude on his face.
Fang Sang showed a faint smile when he saw it, and said, "Let's go, follow quickly, the elders' sermons have become more and more frequent recently."
.....
At this time, the Lingxin Island was abuzz with people. Countless Taoist monks were still jumping down from their respective mountains and heading to the lecture hall of the Lingxin Island.
"Half a year has passed, and I don't know when the Dao Palace Sutra Pavilion will be opened after it has been closed for so long."
"I don't know, but I heard that the elders have preached so much in the past six months because of this reason."
"I heard a piece of gossip. Do you know that Senior Brother Mengjiu appeared in the Dao Palace half a year ago?"
"Senior Brother Mengjiu? Could it be that Senior Brother Li Mengjiu who can fight with Xuan Dao Sect Zhao Qian at the Bigu Realm?!"
"Yes, that's him. There has been no news about that senior brother these days, so many people speculate that the one who caused three heavenly tribulations in the Dao Palace Sutra Pavilion is Senior Brother Li Mengjiu who has reached the Great Perfection of Bigu Realm! "
"What, you mean, is it Senior Brother Li Mengjiu who is at Polingtai? Senior Brother Mengjiu can already fight with Lingtai in Bigu. How can he still be promoted to Lingtai?"
"Who says it isn't?"
Among the bustling monks, some monks were discussing this.
It also made some monks with sharp ears and no information suddenly understand why in just six months, the elders who came to Lingxin and Lingjue Islands gave more sermons than can be counted on one hand.
On Lingxin Island, where the inner disciples lived, the dojo was already overcrowded and filled with water.
The dojo is divided into two areas, which separate the inner and outer disciples in an orderly manner. There are many futons placed on them, and they are treated without any distinction.
Fang Sang, Yin Hao, Ning Ruoxue and others were in the first row of the outer disciple area.
Yin Hao glanced behind them. In the second row behind them, there was a resolute young man with his eyes closed and concentrating. The young man could detect an awe-inspiring sword intent just by looking at him.
This resolute young man is Cheng Yi. Beside him, Yuan Hong and Lu Fengmei are also sitting cross-legged.
Yin Hao looked resentful and muttered in a low voice: "These people can actually sit in such a position."
Fang Sang said with a smile: "I am now ranked fourth on the Taoist Palace's ranking list. A talented young swordsman, of course he can sit in this position."
Yin Hao, who still looked timid, became a little unconvinced when he heard this, and said, "Senior Sister is still number one in the outer sect."
Between the lines, a look of pride emerged.
Fang Sang also said matter-of-factly: "Yes, otherwise the two of us would be able to sit here because of Senior Sister Ning's credit..."
Of course, Ning Ruoxue heard the unabashed conversation between Fang Sang and Yin Hao, looked at them with a smile, and said: "Junior Brother Fang and Junior Brother Yin, since they broke through the realm last time, they have become very powerful. Up, I have challenged several top ten outer disciples, but it seems that there has been no movement in that ranking for a long time."
Originally, that beautiful smile was the most beautiful scenery, but what was revealed in front of her eyes was a hint of chill.
This made both Fang Sang and Yin Hao shiver, and then they saw Ning Ruoxue, who was exuding cold air, and said: "Tomorrow's outer disciple competition, if you two don't get a good ranking, don't do it." ....."
"That's for sure." Almost at the same time, both of them agreed in unison.
At this moment, the two of them looked at each other, as if they had seen such a piece of inner speech from each other's mouth.
Senior Brother Wu Di... Little Donor Wu Di, you must be there tomorrow.
Dangdang!
Then, above the Lingtian Taoist Palace, deep in the countless floating islands, there seemed to be a Taoist bell ringing. The bell was clear and sweet. Then, there was an old man wearing a white robe and holding a whisk in his hand. , which fell from the sky.
"Disciple, I have seen Elder Qi." Countless Dao Palace disciples first sat upright, then stood up and bent down to bow. In this scene, the Dao Palace monks were surprisingly neat. The scene was extremely grand and spectacular. The foundation of the first sect highlighted incisively and vividly.
Suddenly, a mighty sound came from the dark dojo below. The dojo was huge, a thousand miles away, and every sight was filled with human figures.
But in Qi Yichun's eyes, with his eyesight, the appearance of everyone he glanced at, whether they were Taoist disciples thousands of miles away, were clearly visible.
Qi Yichun lightly pinched his fingers with his right hand and murmured: "It's almost time. According to the ancestor, during this period...it will be time to leave seclusion."
After saying that, he casually looked at the floating island above his head from the corner of his eye, which he had been watching silently every day for the past six months.
That floating island is completely surrounded by a strange power of heaven and earth. The power of heaven and earth is like a powerful will, forming a world of its own. Others may not look like much, but if you have someone with his level of vision, , you can see the doorway from it at once, and it is even more shocking, just because such a powerful barrier between heaven and earth is just a thought of the person who casts the spell.
With his thoughts flowing, the old man in white robe quickly withdrew his gaze, then looked down at the mighty Dao Palace disciples with a benevolent smile, waved his whisk lightly, and said: "Disciples, there is no need to be so restrained. ...Take a seat.”
"Today, I will not preach."
There was no sound. Countless Taoist monks were all sitting cross-legged on the futons. After listening to the words of the white-robed old man, they couldn't help but prick up their ears and concentrate.
"Today, let's talk about 'coming out of seclusion'."
Here at the Taoist temple, while it is in full swing, let us move our sights upward to the sixth-story star tower of the nine-story star tower in the hanging island of the Taoist Palace Sutra Pavilion where no one can enter or exit.
Li Wudi, who was in meditation like an old monk, like a pool of stagnant water, finally made some movement at this moment.
Unexpectedly, around Li Wudi, who was wearing tattered clothes like a beggar's, when the last trace of spirit stone soul power was completely refined into his body, a sudden suction force swept over him.
Under the sweeping force, the colorful and overwhelming skill scrolls came in an instant and gathered around the young man again.
Bang!
With Li Wudi at the center, a vast stream of pure spiritual energy seemed to overthrow the star tower, exploding like a meteorite.
Under that level of spiritual pressure, Li Wudi's aura and realm were constantly rising!
The early stage of the Bigu Realm, the middle stage of the Bigu Realm... the late stage of the Bigu Realization!
Faintly, they are all signs that we are about to step into the perfection of inedia!
But at this moment, the young man with a lean figure in ragged clothes fluttered his eyelashes, and then spread his arms back to his dantian. The spiritual energy that spread out was like a fallen leaf returning to its roots, and dust returning to dust.
And that breath of breakthrough was also suppressed by Li Wudi.
"call."
A breath of depression was slowly exhaled by him, and a pair of bright and bright eyes opened at this moment.
"Finally, out of seclusion."
The voice of youthful spirit circulated slowly in the sixth-floor star tower, and it still looked a bit childish as before.
