Wu Zhishen, the true successor of the Sanxiang Sect, is also a Taoist cultivator in the first level of Foundation Establishment.
The Taoism has been practiced for a total of 1,300 years, and the foundation was established during the rotation of the three phases a hundred years ago.
It's just that this is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened.
In the sky, there were two people flying in the air. The leader, Wu Zhishen, had his feet on the silver wheel and his hands behind his back, looking like an immortal.
The person who was half a step behind him looked just as good. He was flying with a big gourd under his feet.
"Brother, is it my turn this time?" the person behind asked.
Wu Zhishen nodded and said, "It's your turn. A hundred years ago, I destroyed your Fang family. It's your turn this time."
The person behind smiled and said: "Don't say it is immortal. The Fang family still has seeds. It has been dormant for hundreds of years and has almost cultivated itself. I don't know if this disaster will allow me to break through to build the foundation." "
"take it easy."
Wu Zhishen looked at the scenery below, as if in reminiscence, "I think back then, Senior Brother Wang and I took turns, but Senior Brother Wang had passed his life span and had not broken the foundation yet, so he could only die, and he wasted three thousand years."
"It's a pity for Senior Brother Wang, he is a very good Senior Brother." Junior Brother named Fang sighed.
Wu Zhishen shook his head slightly: "Forget it, don't talk about these things, you, keep a normal mind, and don't think about reaching the sky in one step. How many times have you practiced cultivation now?"
"Including this time, it has been three times."
Junior Brother Fang replied: "The first time was six hundred years ago, when Senior Brother Wang was still alive. Lust was also a disaster. After the disaster, it changed to abstinence. The second time was three hundred years ago. I borrowed your Love and lust have also turned into abstinence, this time quite quickly. Senior brother, you just took the reincarnation a hundred years ago, and the disaster of lust is full again."
"Good thing."
Wu Zhishen smiled and said: "This means that it is easier to practice. If you take many turns, you will easily reach the realm of foundation building. Then you can add another strength to us and other true disciples. What will you turn this time?"
"Senior Brother, this time I should turn to love." Junior Brother Fang said with a smile: "I haven't done anything in hundreds of years, so I'm afraid I'm a bit unskilled. Senior Brother, you have to watch me."
"Don't worry, I'm your senior brother. I don't look at anyone. When you get there, you go to your Fang family first. I'll just go and say hello to the Wu family and leave some seeds. I'll kill the others as I please. Once this mortal desire is turned around, It’ll be fine if it’s a disaster.”
Wu Zhishen said as he reached down, "However, after waiting, we will find out the culprit who killed my family. He dared to do it without our order. It is too disrespectful!"
The current head of the family was dead, and Wu Zhishen realized this and left the mountain in a hurry.
Otherwise, he would still want to practice in seclusion in the sect.
If a person of ordinary blood dies, then he will die, after all, there is no immortal person, but during the cycle of desire and disaster, the head of the family himself is a big draw, which is used to vent the anger of mortals.
Every time the rotation period is approaching, the heads of each family will be marked by them. Firstly, it is convenient to control, and secondly, they are afraid that people will die.
It is not unheard of for a family leader to die suddenly in the past. Most of them were killed by some troublemaking mortals, which cost them a lot of time.
Such family heads can only be killed by the corresponding family, and they must give orders.
"Senior brother, don't worry. No matter who it is, even if it is my family, let him change the head of the family. He is just a descendant of the blood. There is no such thing as the firmness of our friendship."
Junior Brother Fang hurriedly said: "This breaking of rules is definitely not allowed."
"You, you, you."
Wu Zhishen nodded at him and said with a smile: "We are here too, let's get down."
"Okay, senior brother, do you feel a little hot? Logically speaking, the year is approaching and the weather should be cool?"
While Junior Brother Fang was speaking, sweat began to form on his forehead.
"Can you still feel the heat?"
Wu Zhishen glanced toward the sky subconsciously.
Junior Brother Fang is at the ninth level of Qi Refining. It has already been winter and summer, but he can actually feel the heat.
"That's weird, you."
He looked at Junior Brother Fang and was about to speak, but suddenly stopped.
Because in front of him, Junior Brother Fang was still wiping sweat. With the movement of wiping his forehead, a layer of ash fell off along his hand. It was not dirty ash. His forehead was like a burnt shell. With one touch, the entire Tianling Cap was wiped away.
"Senior brother."
Junior Brother Fang made a sound in shock, but as soon as the sound came out, his whole body trembled, and the whole body turned into ashes and floated away. Only the gourd that was used to ride the people stagnated in the air for a while, and then fell down.
Wu Zhishen's pupils shrank, his heart just showing vigilance, but before he could react, suddenly his eyes rolled and he fell straight down.
boom!
He instantly fell from the sky to the ground, creating a dent and stirring up a large amount of dust mist. Outside of the dust mist, his remaining consciousness could vaguely see several figures standing there.
"Tsk, someone is here?"
The dust mist dispersed, and Wang Qizheng was holding a big ax with one hand. He glanced at the people inside the depression, then focused on the gourd next to him. His eyes lit up, "Did this thing come from the sky? Can I use it?" Are you going to fly?!"
As he said this, he walked over and grabbed the big gourd in his hand. While taking it, he could hear the faint sound of chewing inside the gourd.
The Yin beast is devouring the relevant mana on the gourd, completely cleaning the gourd.
"My imagination is blind."
Zhang Fei , you can’t use it.”
Wang Qizheng rolled his eyes, "I'll just be a wine gourd boss!"
He opened his five fingers and used the Mustard Seed Technique to shrink the huge gourd to normal size, and hung it on his waist.
It's true as the second brother said, he can't move this gourd. This is a magic weapon that can circulate mana. The only thing worth mentioning is that the accommodation area inside is not small. Although it has been reduced by the mustard seed technique, the volume remains unchanged. , can be used as a container.
When Zhang Feixuan saw this, he laughed and did not look at him. Instead, he turned around and walked towards the person lying on the ground.
On the ground, besides the person who fell down, Gong Mingle was also lying there.
He kicked Gong Mingle and said, "Is he dead? If not, get up and check the goods."
"Second Junior Brother, don't be so rude to Mr. Gong." Song Yin, who was sitting cross-legged in mid-air, said.
"Senior brother, I am also impatient." Zhang Feixuan smiled sarcastically.
Gong Mingle, who was trembling on the ground, immediately woke up, stood up, dusted himself off, sighed again, and walked towards the person in the depression.
How miserable!
I regret it!
Why do you have to be so mean?
(End of chapter)
