"Junior brothers, this is the elixir I refined myself. After taking it, the speed of absorbing spiritual energy can be increased ten times, and it lasts for ten days. It is very useful. When the time comes, one day of practice for you will be worth ten days for others. , the foundation-building elixirs were all obtained randomly."
In the field, Tang Yuan made a sincere recommendation to a group of Shushan disciples.
"Senior Brother Tangyuan, your elixir won't have any side effects, right?" Some Shushan disciples hesitated, and among them the girl Wenzhu looked at Tangyuan with disbelief:
"Senior Brother Tangyuan, your elixir is really unpredictable in Huangtian Mirage, but you let us eat it by ourselves, which is really a bit scary."
"Yeah, I don't dare to eat it."
"I don't dare either. Senior Brother Tangyuan's elixir is too terrifying."
Seeing that the Shushan disciples did not believe in him, Tangyuan suddenly looked disdainful, stuffed a handful of pills into his mouth, and chewed them like broad beans.
The boys and girls watched quietly, carefully observing his reaction, but after a while, Tangyuan didn't react at all!
Moreover, they really felt that the surrounding spiritual energy was gathering at Tangyuan's Baihui point at an alarming speed.
"Look, I didn't lie to you."
Tangyuan continued to promote: "My tenfold spirit-gathering elixir is very good, and I can exchange it for one low-grade spirit stone. If there is a magic weapon, talisman or something, we can talk about it."
As soon as these words came out, the Shushan disciples were immediately excited and clamored to buy them, making Tangyuan smile with joy.
The inner disciples from Emei and Shushan continued to have friendly exchanges. Those who liked swords gathered around, and those who liked practicing gathered around, chatting with each other.
Anyway, they couldn't go to the battlefield this time, so that was all they could do for now, and not long after, there was another loud noise in the sky.
In the clear sky in the distance, I saw a huge purple dragon circling towards the sky. It was the Zongzong Protector Ziji Dragon of Longmen, a spiritual beast that was infinitely close to the Nascent Soul realm!
In the field, Lin Xiaolu raised his head and looked at the hovering dragon with curiosity.
Apart from Jiang Ning's Canglong, this purple dragon is the strongest spiritual beast he has ever seen.
He glanced at the purple dragon that covered the sky and the sun, and asked his sister beside him:
"Xiao Yu'er, what do you think, brother, if I fight with this purple dragon, what chance do I have of winning?"
Xiao Yu'er glanced at the giant dragon that was flying quickly. Before she could say anything, Dongfang Dan on the side said:
"Brother Lu, you can still fight. After all, this big monster hasn't reached the Nascent Soul realm yet."
Lin Xiaolu's face lit up when he heard this.
"No, no, no, it's a bit difficult."
The handsome duck in his arms did not give him a chance to be proud, and analyzed very professionally: "Spirit beasts are different from monks. Boss, you learn martial arts, and martial arts is specifically targeted at the human body, so when dealing with spirit beasts, you will be the same. It's hard work, and this dragon is so big that you can't hit it when it flies. Even if you lock it with the Youzhou Big Lock, you'll probably have a hard time pulling it down. Its strength is probably only stronger than yours. Not weak."
Shuaishuaiya gave a decent analysis, and finally looked up at him and said seriously:
"Boss, you have to work harder for a while."
Lin Xiaolu:......
Soon, Taoist fellows from Longmen arrived, and the true disciples, elders, and heads of the three sects completely gathered together, and a large wave of monks gathered. Among them, there were hundreds of monks in the Dan Formation Realm alone, and even more monks in the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen Realm. There were nearly two thousand people, including Situ Zhong, the head of Shushan, Luo Zhongze, the head of Longmen, and Ye Qingluan, the head of Emei, three Nascent Soul realms were present, and the momentum was overwhelming. After the number of people gathered, the three heads also Without any further hesitation, he simply gathered the number of people and directly summoned everyone to set off, heading straight to Loulan to attack Tianzhu!
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Japan, a courtyard
An old man with white hair wearing a black gauze robe was kneeling on the tatami, quietly looking at the Go game placed in front of him, motionless, like a sculpture.
Outside the chessboard is a unique elegant courtyard. There is a cherry blossom tree in the courtyard and a stone lantern under the tree, which is full of tranquility.
The old man looked at the chess game in front of him and did not move for a long time. He just sat quietly, as if waiting for someone to come.
"Father."
With a soft sound, a middle-aged man wearing a chrysanthemum royal robe walked in and nodded respectfully beside the old man.
The old man seemed to be awakened, turned his head, and looked at his son kindly:
"Have you won the Shangguan promotion?" he asked.
The middle-aged man shook his head, with a look of shame on his face and eyes full of anger:
"No, Shangguan Sheng is too strong. Jehovah's blow failed to kill him, and he also allowed him to kill the witch Rodite, Master Zongchun, Saint Peter, and the Edao people. They were all seriously injured. It was a dangerous situation. Escape with your life."
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old man didn't feel any surprise. He seemed to have expected it. He nodded, and then continued to look at the black and white chess game.
Seeing his appearance, the middle-aged man did not dare to raise his head and just continued to stand respectfully.
"You don't have to blame yourself too much."
The old man said lightly:
"The Pope of Europa, the frog in the well, has never seen the power of China, so he is so arrogant. This time, it is just a lesson for them. At present, they are already facing the devil?"
"Right."
The middle-aged man nodded and said:
"All the monks in the Mediterranean and the entire Europe have felt the order of the Lord. Now they have all mobilized to attack Southern Xinjiang with a number that far exceeds the number of demons several times. No matter how strong Shangguan Sheng is, they cannot stop the entire Europe. This time they will definitely be able to Take down the magic!"
The old man nodded when he heard this, and then continued to ask lukewarmly:
"what about others?"
"Father, don't worry. The Yeshi Temple has already faced Emei, Longmen, and Shushan. When the time comes, the Lotus Temple will also help." The middle-aged man said with excitement:
"The Ghost King Sect is also preparing to cooperate with us internally and externally, and the Vishnu Temple is also preparing to launch a surprise attack on Kunlun.
Father, the gods in the sky have given out gifts one after another. Each of our allies has gained some power from the gods. The Yamata no Orochi has also begun to awaken. China will have no way to survive this time! "
The more he spoke, the more excited the middle-aged man became, and his voice could not help but rise. It was not until he found that the old man still had an expressionless expression that he quickly stopped.
"Father, are you unhappy?" he asked strangely.
The old man sat on his knees, watching the chess game quietly, watching the changing black and white on the chess game. After a long time, he sighed:
"Zhai, he hasn't come yet."
Hearing these vicissitudes of words, the middle-aged man who had been in a high position for a long time was stunned, and the excitement in his eyes immediately faded like a tide.
In the elegant room, he was stunned for a while, and then nodded heavily:
"Don't worry, father! You have been planning for him for so long, and he will definitely come this time to accompany you to the end of this beacon chess game!"
The old man said nothing, turned his head and looked at him quietly.
Those old eyes, without any brightness at all, were full of death at this moment.
"Zhai, I'm dying," he said.
The middle-aged man trembled when he heard the sound, lowered his head, and did not dare to speak.
Outside the courtyard, the breeze blew, and the pink cherry blossom tree dropped a few petals. The weak old man watched the petals fall, his eyes were quiet, as if he was recalling the past:
"When I was very young, your grandfather once said to me that the most beautiful scenery is in China, but we can't see it.
Later, when I grew up, I went to China once and saw many beautiful scenery.
I told your grandfather: I saw it.
But your grandfather shook his head.
He told me that I didn't really see those landscapes because those landscapes didn't belong to us, and we only really saw them when they belonged to us. "
After vicissitudes of words fell, the middle-aged man was stunned for a while, and then he knelt down on the tatami and said:
"Father, my son will let you have those beautiful scenery!"
~
The old man didn't respond, as if he couldn't see him. He just raised his head, looked at the cherry blossom tree outside the courtyard, and murmured:
"I've never seen a truly beautiful scenery. Now that I think about it, it's just because you've been blocking it, Ming Rusang~"
