"Yuan Qing, you're here." The girl smiled, as bright as spring.
"Ling'er," Yuan Qing looked dim and asked in a low voice, "Is what you said before true?"
Zhu Ling'er did not answer, but walked to the edge of the cliff, her eyes slightly closed, and her body glowed with purple light.
The bright moon was bright, the stars were shining, and the girl's clear voice drifted with the mountain wind, faintly reaching the young man's ears.
"The sky and the earth are vast, the years are passing by, and everything in the world is coming and going again and again. However, we monks eat the clouds and eat the energy, and our bodies are equipped with great power. We can turn our palms into clouds and turn our hands into rain, so that our lives can be extended until we live as long as the heaven and earth. What an opportunity! Yuan Qing, have you ever thought about climbing to the top of spiritual practice and exploring the mysteries of the great road?"
The young man just remained silent.
Zhu Ling'er opened her eyes, and the glow around her body dissipated. She moved her lotus steps lightly, came to the young man, and said softly: "I completed the foundation construction two years ago, and the formation of the elixir can only be achieved by a second thought, but if there is a feeling in the dark, , such a formation of elixir will inevitably have flaws, resulting in an unstable foundation and a hopeless path."
"Is it because of me?" Yuan Qing asked, his words unconsciously filled with resentment.
"You are just one of them," Zhu Ling'er said with a chuckle. "You were lonely when you were young, you were adopted by your master, and you have a relationship between mother and daughter as master and disciple. This is the second one. You got the inheritance of the Purple Bamboo Forest five years ago. This is the third one."
"You're not going to the Purple Bamboo Forest with Immortal Qingye, so why does this count as a trip?"
"Practice in the purple bamboo forest can also spread the cause and effect of the Dharma; the understanding of the relationship between mother and daughter, master and disciple can break the worldly bond." Zhu Ling'er paused here, put her hands around the young man's waist, leaned her head on the young man's chest, and said softly: "As for you , it’s what I’m thinking about, what I’m thinking about, it’s the gap in my Tao heart, and it’s the difficulty in my practice.”
"Ling'er..." Wen Xiang fell into his arms, but the young man's expression became even more gloomy.
Zhu Ling'er raised her head and looked at the handsome young man in front of her, her eyes filled with mist.
"Holding my hand for half a dozen years, it's God's blessing, and Ling'er is satisfied. The road ahead is thorny, and it's hard to be by your side. I hope you will cherish it!" After saying that, he stood on tiptoes, and his red lips fell lightly, like a dragonfly touching water, and he was gone at the touch of a touch.
Yuan Qing stood frozen on the spot as if he had been hit hard.
The fragrance has not dissipated, but the tenderness still exists, carving a permanent red color in the heart of the young man.
Purple light flashed, and Zhu Ling'er turned into rainbow light and disappeared into the deep night, leaving only the howling mountain wind.
"It is better to forget each other in the world than to help each other."
Above the floating peak, inside Weiyang Hall.
The heads of the eight sects gathered together, and the graceful woman on the throne asked quietly: "Zhenren Wu called everyone here late at night. I wonder what important matters we have to discuss?"
Wu Xuechuan stood upright and said in a deep voice: "The war situation has changed."
As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the palace suddenly became solemn, and all the heads were sitting upright, waiting for the next words.
"Everyone has noticed that in recent years, the beast tide has been retreating frequently, and it is difficult to find traces of demons within a thousand miles. However, it is not our suppression strategy that works, but the demon clan actively shrinks its power, hoping to determine the outcome in a battle!"
"Is there any basis for Master Wu's statement?" asked a strong man in black robes.
"A few days ago, 'Exploring the Spiritual Bead' detected an outbreak of Nascent Soul Level 1 spiritual energy fluctuations in the northeast. Leader Qu and I immediately set out to check, only to see a late Nascent Soul fire dragon trying to kill two disciples of our sect. Fortunately, the Qingye Master of Qingjingju was present, Only by accepting him as a spiritual servant can we avoid a fierce battle."
Everyone couldn't help but feel shocked when they heard the words "Qingye Shangxian", and the woman on the throne even asked excitedly: "Where is Master Ye now?"
Wu Xuechuan shook his head and said: "Sir Zhenren is joking. The whereabouts of the immortal are elusive and his actions are profound. How can I know about it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the rickety old man in yellow robes asked: "What does it have to do with the fact that the Supreme Immortal Qingye appears in Beiliang and fights against the demon clan? Master Wu should not say that the Supreme Immortal is here because of the beast tide."
"Master Feng, please be patient," Wu Xuechuan glanced at the old man and then said, "When Wu returned to his station, he used the sound transmission screen to report the matter to Yu Zu. Yu Zu said that there is no need to worry about Qingye's matter, but the demon The old Qilin from the tribe seems to have left the palace and came to Beiliang."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed. There was a sudden silence in the hall, and the atmosphere was solemn, almost freezing.
After a while, a middle-aged man in a navy blue robe whispered: "Looking at the calm expression on the head of Wu, I must have a plan in mind. Mr. Chu would like to hear the details."
Wu Xuechuan briefly bowed his hand to him, and then said: "The ancestors of various sects will deal with the transformation of gods, demons and immortals. Wu thought that each sect should gather its people and form a formation, with Sizhen Zhenzhen in charge and dispatching, and we will personally control it." Go and explore the movements of the beast tide.”
The charming young man in blood-clothed clothes asked sharply: "In this case, isn't Master Wu afraid of being surrounded and suppressed by others?"
Wu Xuechuan put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Although Wu does not have any shocking means, he is still somewhat confident in his escape skills. Why, Du Zhenren has countless blood shadow clones, do you still have such concerns?"
The young man smiled and stopped talking, and the palace fell into silence again.
After a long while, Qu Yi's old voice sounded: "I think Wu Zhenren's plan is feasible."
The man in green robe then said: "Not bad."
The young woman nodded slightly and agreed: "It is indeed the best policy."
After thinking for a moment, the remaining four people expressed their willingness to act according to the plan.
Wu Xuechuan nodded and continued: "In that case, I will be responsible for the west side."
Quyi then said: "I am heading east."
"Then Chu will go northwest."
...
Thousands of miles away.
There are mountains and mountains, and mountains and forests are densely covered. One of them stands out like a sharp sword, thrusting straight into the sky, dominating the crowd.
Suddenly, a green rainbow appeared in the sky. It was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of the peak. Without any pause, it went straight into the mountain.
There is a wonderful cave inside!
I don't know when a hollow with a radius of 100 feet appeared in the heart of the mountain, connected to the outside world by a tunnel.
A majestic stone palace stands silently in the middle, with no beams or columns, connected to the rock top and the stone foundation below. It is actually carved from the rocks. The hall was empty, except for a purple and gold incense burner.
In front of the incense burner, the young man stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were light gold, his face was handsome, and he wore a golden robe as if he were a king in the world. His expression was cold and calm, and he was not angry.
Opposite him stood more than ten people, both men and women, all with lowered eyebrows and respectful expressions.
The green rainbow turned and landed in the hall, but it was a middle-aged man wearing a green robe.
The man quickly walked up to the young man, bowed to him, and said respectfully: "My lord, my subordinates are incompetent and have not been able to find out the whereabouts of King Ao."
The young man responded lightly, motioned for him to step back, and then asked: "How prepared are the various tribes?" His voice was warm and mellow, but there was an undoubted meaning.
Upon hearing the words, a young woman in colorful clothes stepped forward and bowed back: "Back to the Jade King, except for the snake, lizard, and spider tribes, the other tribes are all ready and can fight at any time."
The young man raised his sword eyebrows, and the unicorn loomed behind him. The golden robe moved automatically without wind, and the supreme pressure inherited from the bloodline was like a huge boulder pressing on everyone's soul.
Three of them couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't help but bow down and shout "forgive me".
The young man looked indifferent and said quietly: "The time limit is one month. If it exceeds the deadline again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
The three people hurriedly replied in unison: "Thank you, King Yu!"
With a soft sound, the pressure dissipated, and then the golden light flashed, and a golden light curtain suddenly rose, covering the entire hall in an instant, and everyone was pushed out of the hall by a gentle force.
The young man's mellow voice then sounded: "You will be ready for the decisive battle in Beiliang in one month."
Everyone bowed and said yes, and after getting acquainted, they dispersed.
There was a burst of golden light in the hall, and the young man appeared as a unicorn, with his head and tail together, surrounding the purple gold incense burner, and fell into a deep sleep.
...
Somewhere in the forest, a three-foot-long eye-catching white tiger and a fat yellow squirrel about three feet in size were facing each other, several feet apart.
The white tiger looked fierce, clawing its feet and roaring, but its eyes had no fighting spirit, revealing deep exhaustion; the yellow rat had sharp teeth and sharp claws, and also had a fierce look, but its pair of dark eyes were squinting, but they were not falling. As for the white tiger, he kept glancing behind him.
However, they saw a three-foot demon wolf standing more than ten feet behind the two of them. It had silver eyes with green hair and a pale expression. The white mass on its head was particularly eye-catching, but it was a small civet cat beast with a whole body of snow-white.
The little beast watched the confrontation between the tiger and the rat with no interest. His eyes gradually closed, he yawned continuously, and after a while he fell asleep quietly.
Upon seeing this, the yellow rat squeaked twice in a hurry, in a low voice, for fear of waking up the little beast; the white tiger immediately relaxed when he heard the sound, and after taking a long breath, he lay lazily on the ground; the green wolf remained motionless. Like stone sculptures.
For a while, as if it was dreaming of something, the little beast stretched out its furry claws and swung them wildly, throwing out bright claws and hitting the rocks, causing a rumbling sound.
The three beasts suddenly became excited, and the tiger and rat demons immediately stood up and looked back. They saw that the little beast had woken up, its fangs exposed, and it was looking at them with a sullen expression.
With a roar, the two instantly struggled together, causing smoke and dust to fly everywhere.
The little beast's sullen expression gradually faded, but it looked towards the sky. There seemed to be a silver figure in its eyes, its clothes were flying, and it was walking with a sword.
...
It is said that the continent is vast and the blue sky is far away. An ordinary person will never see it in his lifetime. Even if he is ranked as a golden elixir, he will not know how far the sky is.
Only when the Nascent Soul is established can we travel around the world and explore the mysteries; we can also soar high to watch the sea of clouds billow and watch the sun and the moon shine together.
Ninety thousand miles above the sea of clouds, the ice is bone-chilling, the air is thin and spiritual, and the energy is violent. The Yuanying monks are unable to enter, and this is the end of the sky.
Within the limits of the sky, there is a wind named Xun, which is formless and without quality, without feeling or sensation; it enters the body, tearing apart the soul, majestic and endless.
However, right in this place where all life is extinct, there is a great hall hanging high, with thunder pillars on the top of the clouds and misty clouds on the bottom, shining brightly.
In the hall, there are more than ten figures sitting on the couch made of water and fire. They have different temperaments, but their figures are all hazy. It is impossible to distinguish between men and women.
In the center of the crowd, there was a spiritual bead swirling gently, and the colorful spiritual light condensed into a curtain. The light curtain flickered slightly, revealing a vast mountain scenery.
There is a person inside, wearing a purple orchid hairpin, aqua blue embroidered Luo skirt, sapphire hanging from the waist, stepping on jade lotus, the skirt is fluttering, the body turns into rainbow light, speeding through the forest.
It was Zhu Ling'er who left alone!
"Is this the person who should be robbed in this era? The God of Water Spirit, born with a Taoist body, is interesting." One of the figures clicked his tongue.
"That's right. This son's name is Zhu Ling'er. He first entered Xuanyuan and received the inheritance of Zizhulin. He has been accepted by Qingye as his sect. Now he is about to complete the cause and effect, cut off the fate of the world, and become the supreme ruthless." Another figure said lightly.
After a moment of silence, one person changed the subject and asked: "Fellow Daoist Ao, fellow Daoist Yu, how is the war between the human and demon clans going?"
The two figures glanced at each other, and then the figure surnamed Yu said faintly: "The battle went smoothly, but the high-level monks of the two tribes suffered little loss, and there was very little bloodshed."
After hearing this, "Fellow Daoist Ao" said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, there are still a hundred years. By then the spirits and witches will join forces and the devils will go hand in hand, so why worry about the lack of blood evil."
The person who asked the question sighed softly when he heard the words, and said in a low voice: "The murderous calamity is about to happen, and the secrets of heaven are repeated. I wonder how many of you here can achieve transcendence..."
