Beidou Zhongzhou, in a cemetery of saints from an ancient religion.
The power of the twelfth yin spread softly, covering the vast earth with a layer of silver frost, making it dreamy and blurry.
Fu Xing, who had just emerged from the ground and was still looking disgraced, was surprised to see a "ghost figure" sitting cross-legged next to the hole, as if waiting for him to come up.
Fu Xing was horrified for a moment. Before he could apply oil on his soles, he was hit hard from the head.
However, when he heard the scolding voice from the person opposite, Fu Xing was surprised, and then respectfully exclaimed:
"Ancestor!"
Under the moonlight, it was Zhou Luo who was looking at Fu Xing with a smile on his face.
Now, he was sitting cross-legged beside the cave, with no powerful aura circulating around his body. It was as if he was meditating in the mountains to gain enlightenment, and he was truly integrated with the world.
Every move can affect the general trend of the world, making Fu Xing in front of him feel as vast as the ocean, and he is quite afraid to look directly.
"Humph!" Zhou Luoyang pretended to be angry and shouted:
"I asked you to cultivate yourself, but you end up imitating your uncle and going around robbing tombs?"
Hearing this, Fu Xing got excited, stood on his head with hair all over his body, and quickly kowtowed to the ground:
"I would also like to ask the Patriarch to make it clear that Fu Xing is not here to rob the tomb. It is just because the sect made arrogant remarks and was disrespectful to Kunlun and the Patriarch, so I came here to give them some punishment."
With just one glance, Zhou Luo instantly understood the whole story.
It turned out that this kid traveled around incognito and had a conflict with the successor of the sect. The other party made unscrupulous and rude remarks and insulted his sect, but it was not really disrespectful to Zhou Luo.
However, Zhou Luo still appreciates teaching such domineering people a lesson.
Seeing that Zhou Luo didn't say anything, Fu Xing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Although Brother Zhou seems to be young, he is actually the founder of the Shinto Way and one of the nine famous Heavenly Lords in the mythical age - Daofu Tianzun.
If he really offends the other party, there may not be many people in the entire universe who can bear his wrath.
After pondering for a moment, Fu Xing took the initiative to explain:
"This disciple came to this cemetery not to rob the tomb. He just wanted to destroy the Feng Shui layout of this place and punish the sect with a small amount of punishment."
Hearing this, Zhou Luo nodded. It was indeed a secret technique recorded in the Hades Scripture, which caused the dragon energy to leak out. Although it was not enough to severely damage the sect, it could still make them unlucky in a short time.
"You are quite proficient in Ming Zun's secret technique."
Zhou Luo's half-smiling expression made Fu Xing feel on pins and needles, so he quickly made up his mind:
"This disciple's heavenly skills have also achieved some success!"
Looking up at Zhou Luo's scrutinizing eyes, Fu Xing did not care that this place was another cemetery and evolved the secret of "The Heavenly Power of Cutting the Road" on the spot.
For a moment, the Immortal Platform was bright and clear, the divine fire was blazing, and the mysterious Tao power was flowing. It was obvious that he had obtained the true meaning of Tian Gong and the former secret.
The fairy light here is gorgeous, and the fluctuations that should make the avenue resonate are spreading, but everything is covered up by Zhou Luo and no one notices it.
"not bad."
Although it was just an ordinary comment, Fu Xing was overjoyed to be able to make Patriarch Tianzun speak out.
Glancing at him, Zhou Luo said calmly:
"I came here not only to test your cultivation, but also because I haven't seen your uncle for a long time, so I just want to take you to visit him."
Hearing this, Fu Xing was stunned for a moment, and then became extremely excited.
Although Duan De was only his uncle in name, his master died young, and Duan De was actually his master. Not only did he raise him, but he also taught him many of his supreme scriptures and secrets, which was truly a great kindness. Like mountains.
Although Duan De was in good shape on weekdays, he still had nothing to say to little Fu Xing.
Seeing the expectant expression on the latter's face, Zhou Luo smiled slightly, then waved his sleeves, and their figures suddenly turned into light and shadow and disappeared without a trace.
…
In the western part of Zhongzhou, there are endless mountains, towering mountains, steaming dragons, and gorgeous fairy clouds.
Decades have passed, and today is another suitable time. With Zhou Luo's cultivation, he is enough to enter the Immortal Land again.
However, when he came to the barren mountain in the Qinling Mountains, his brows could not help but frown slightly.
All he saw was that the aura of death was permeating the air, the water of the underworld was constantly dripping from the void, and even the supreme aura was spreading that made Zhou Luo feel a hint of threat.
If he hadn't been bound by the magic of the Immortal Land itself, I'm afraid not only this mountain range but millions of miles around would have turned into a human hell.
"Ancestor?!"
Fu Xing, who was beside him, had naturally seen the tragic situation below. He was worried about his uncle's current condition and couldn't help but look at Zhou Luo at a loss.
This time, Zhou Luo came to the Immortal Land firstly to look for Duan De, and secondly, he thought that there was also an immortal corpse here, and the corpse emperor's claws had already been stretched out. He was worried that it would attract the undead emperor, so he came here. View.
Zhou Luo now has the power to participate in creation, and his spiritual sense can reach the ghosts and gods in the nine heavens. He does not have any ominous premonitions and is quite calm in his heart.
"Don't worry, you still can't trust your uncle's ability to save his life? I'll go in later and we'll know at a glance."
After the words fell, the Yinming Ghost Mist and Huangquan under their feet seemed to have encountered something extremely terrifying. They trembled and separated automatically, manifesting a road to the sky. Without thinking, the two immediately stepped in.
The Immortal Land was supposed to be an extraterrestrial fairy land with myriads of weather and splendor, but now it was covered with a strong aura of death, and its life was bleak.
However, the moment he set foot in this world, Zhou Luo's spiritual thoughts penetrated the Eternal Dragon Cave, and the immortal corpse was sinking and floating in the boundless sea of lunar yin without being lost.
After calming down for a moment, Zhou Luo headed straight towards the burial pit left by the former Ming Zun.
I saw that in the terrain where yin and yang met and dominated the creation of heaven and earth, a fat Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe had a deep frown, his eyes seemed to have two black suns flowing, and his whole body was filled with a mysterious aura.
There is also a green-red fairy sword hanging above his head, and there is a sharp energy that seems to be able to destroy all heavens and worlds.
"Uncle Master?"
The aura of the man in front of him was intimidating, so Fu Xing only shouted tentatively.
Hearing this voice, the fat Taoist priest slowly turned his head. The aura of the supreme master he had created before instantly collapsed, and his face was filled with various expressions.
In a flash of light and shadow, Duan De appeared in front of them in an instant, and grabbed Zhou Luo's sleeve with his backhand:
"My God! Why did you come here! Wuwuwu——"
He didn't even consider that there was a junior present, so he started crying with snot and tears.
Good guy! Can you not go crazy when you see me?
Zhou Luo glanced at Duan De with disgust and was about to pull his sleeves away, but he didn't move at all.
Eh?
Only then did Zhou Luo take a serious look at Duan De, and saw that his body was shining brightly, as if he had regained his heavenly body.
No wonder he couldn't get rid of the latter's hand even if he pulled it casually.
At the same time, Zhou Luo could clearly see the two marks in Duan De's body that exuded holy light. They seemed to be vast and boundless, containing an entire world.
