Chapter 114: Dreaming about the Spring and Autumn Period, I know myself

On the Fourteenth Peak of Wudang.

First, the bright brilliance of a sword immortal kneeling disappeared in a flash.

Later, a Taoist immortal came in the form of a rainbow.

There was no effective obstruction to Wu Changqing at both levels.

The third level comes one after another.

Wang Xiaoping's sword is also a wooden sword.

But compared to the wooden sword Wu Changqing carved not long ago.

This wooden sword of his has nurtured his life-long sword intention since he picked up the sword in this life.

No one has arrived.

The mahogany sword had already landed in front of Wu Changqing and plunged straight into the ground.

This is like a restriction opened by a wooden sword.

As long as Wu Changqing dares to step through the thunder pool.

In the wooden sword, the sword intent that Wang Xiaoping spent his whole life condensing dared to pour out without mercy.

But Wu Changqing only nodded slightly.

The footsteps have already passed the mahogany sword.

The peach wood sword was inserted into the ground, and there was a violent buzzing sound.

As Wu Changqing crossed over, he gently touched the hilt of the peach wood sword with one hand, and the peach wood sword stopped moving.

Until the owner of the sword, a middle-aged Taoist wearing a gray Taoist robe and a simple face, personally blocked Wu Changqing's path.

"Wu Changqing."

"There are some things that I don't want to do, junior brother, so you can't force me like that."

"This goes against the Taoism's original intention."

Wang Xiaoping broke his silence after watching the peak battle between Wu Changqing and Li Hanyi in the back mountain.

He did not continue to practice this method.

His voice was simple and a little cold, but he was really trying to persuade Wu Changqing in a good way.

"Senior Brother Xiaoping."

"Your sword is also rusty."

"Junior brother, help you remove the rust!"

Wu Changqing said slowly.

The moment he finished speaking, he swept out his sword.

In an instant, he crossed the distance of three feet and pointed directly at Wang Xiaoping's chest.

At the moment when the tip of Wu Changqing's wooden sword was about to hit Wang Xiaoping's chest.

Wang Xiaoping's mahogany sword appeared in his hand at some point.

He blocked with his sword horizontally.

Use the wooden sword blade to block the wooden sword tip.

The moment the two intersect.

But there was a loud bell ringing that resounded throughout the sky.

The ringing of the bell shook the heaven and the earth, and even more shocked the hearts of the people.

Even Wudang leader Wang Zhonglou, who had become a land god, couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

For a moment, his consciousness was pulled into the fairy scene by the ringing of the bell.

Not to mention those Taoists who have not yet reached this level of cultivation.

Wang Xiaoping's eyes immediately went blank.

He froze in place.

In his godless eyes, there seemed to be a middle-aged Taoist priest standing with a sword, in a wonderland, opening mountains with one sword and cutting seas with one sword.

Ambitious and high-spirited.

Wu Changqing slowly stepped over Wang Xiaoping.

Continue walking towards Hong Xixiang, where the fifteenth peak smashes into the mountainside.

The young Taoist priest who forced himself out of seclusion and barely withstood the illusion of spirit brought about by Wu Changqing's sword bell.

Finally, before Wu Changqing walked down the mountain, he had the courage to stop in front of Wu Changqing.

"Xiao Dao Li Yuaxe, I have met Uncle Changqing!"

Young Taoist priest Li Yufu bowed to Wu Changqing.

He said politely.

"You also want to stop me from waking up Hong Xixiang?"

Wu Changqing looked at this kind-faced young Taoist priest and finally had a good look on his face.

He couldn't help but speak in a gentler tone.

"Xiaodao doesn't dare."

"Xiao Dao just wants to ask Uncle Master."

"What if Master Uncle cannot wake up Master Hong and destroys Master Hong's hard-earned Taoism?"

Li Yuaxu took a deep breath and stared at Wu Changqing's eyes no longer evasive.

It seemed that Wu Changqing didn't give him a satisfactory answer.

Even if he died, he would not get out of the way.

Wu Changqing smiled.

This Li Yuaxu, who was obviously several years older than him, was really simple-minded and kind of cute.

Wu Changqing didn't get too entangled with this person.

The figure flashed.

When he reappeared, he had already reached the fifteenth peak.

Li Yuaxu looked dejected.

"It doesn't matter. At the critical moment, I will take action together with your Uncle Xiaoping."

Wang Zhonglou strolled to the side of the trail and patted Li Yuaxu on the shoulder.

He spoke out in relief.

At this time, Wang Xiaoping had also come to his senses and followed Wang Zhonglou in high spirits.

Obviously he was in the illusion of spirit that Wu Changqing had specially arranged for him just now.

It benefited greatly, and Kenshin improved a lot.

The three of them stood side by side, looking at the man who was still a little boy when he came.

Now it was Wu Changqing who had to be dealt with by the three of them together.

Peak 15, halfway up the mountain.

"Li Pangxin from the Liangchan Temple traveled westward for a hundred thousand miles with great hardships."

"I will almost become a Buddha when I return to Tai'an City."

"It was because of a woman he saw at the city gate that he was willing to give up his position as Buddha and stay with that woman forever."

"Why can't you, Prime Minister Hong Xi, do this?"

Wu Changqing looked at Hong Xixiang who had fallen unconscious among the ruins in the mountains.

He had an angry look on his face.

He directly picked up Hong Xixiang's clothes.

A breath of turbid breath was directed towards Hong Xi's face door.

Even Wu Changqing didn't have to take a breath during the battle with the strong one.

This bad breath has been accumulated for two whole years.

Turbid and full of wind and frost.

Take a breath.

Hong Xixiang's whole body trembled suddenly and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Ever... green."

Hong Xixiang seemed to have been seriously injured and was as angry as a thread.

"Tsk."

When Wu Changqing saw Hong Xixiang's appearance, he immediately became furious.

Throw it to him into the bushes on the other side.

Directly pinch the magic formula with both hands.

He let out a soft sound in his mouth.

"Get into formation!"

I saw the fairy sword embryo circling crazily in Wu Changqing's eyes.

His sleeves and robes were fluttering, but no talisman was seen flying out.

On the contrary, on the trunks of the trees in the forest, the same reflection of the fairy sword as in Wu Changqing's eyes began to flash.

As the densely packed trees began to flicker with reflections.

Wu Changqing forced himself to go against the grain and go back to the source.

He was about to display the formation that he had been studying for two years but could not prove.

"Dream of Spring and Autumn!"

A buzzing sound.

When Wu Changqing gently revealed Wudang's long-lost immortal skills.

The map of the land pilgrimage in his sleeve that had never been used by him began to tremble violently.

There were soft sounds from it.

Then the environment around the two began to shake violently until a sudden tremor passed.

They were already in a white cloud.

Hong Xixiang is no longer so arrogant.

He was a little embarrassed to fight side by side with Wu Changqing, scratching his head and not knowing how to apologize to Wu Changqing.

"Take a good look at how you got here in the past eight hundred years."

Wu Changqing snorted coldly with a cold expression.

He put his hands behind his back and looked straight ahead at the clouds and mist that were being pushed away bit by bit.

At the same time, I felt a little happy inside.

I didn’t expect that what I wanted to do would actually be achieved by myself.

In the Spring and Autumn Period of Dreams, celestial phenomena are the only way to become land gods!