"Fight, hit as hard as possible..."
A blood-clothed Taoist, holding two killing swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, stood on the sea of blood. He glanced at the direction of the East China Sea with fear in his eyes, and then looked at the murderous demons and witches under the star array, and his lips widened. smile.
Zixiao Palace heard that he arrived late and did not get a seat. He was not too active in these years. He was just practicing quietly in the sea of blood, but it was not without gains.
The stronger the killing energy between heaven and earth, the more perfect the innate Taoism in the River Styx, and he felt that his progress in cultivation was accelerating.
In the past, even if he faced Kunpeng, he might not be able to gain the upper hand. Now, after listening to the sermon twice, he felt that even if he faced Taiyi who was holding the Donghuang Bell, he would still be able to fight to a draw.
Improvement in strength is a gratifying thing.
But whenever he thinks of Taoist Mu from Donghai, Taoist Minghe feels a little unhappy.
Sanqing was just that, he was born with amazing heels. Nuwa and Jie Yin also became famous early and were very powerful people, but what the hell is Mu Taoist.
It was only successfully transformed thousands of years ago. Logically speaking, even a thing that is far inferior to Wuzhuang Guanzhen Yuanzi can actually increase its strength so quickly.
"It must be those six futons... The words of the holy throne are true, I regret it."
Styx hit his chest hard.
Feeling of angina.
Every time he returns to the sea of blood and no one sees him, the regret will gnaw at his heart and bones.
"If I hadn't retreated at that time and rushed there early, would I have been able to occupy a futon?
If he had fought for his seat, he would not have given it up like that idiot Hong Yun. The situation might have been very different at this time. However, there is no need to be too discouraged. If you plan carefully, there is still hope. "
Taoist Styx's eyes sometimes became fierce, sometimes cold, and sometimes his face was full of contemplation. After looking at it for a while, he quietly sank into the sea of blood.
…
"So majestic and murderous. This is the monk of my generation. No one dares to stop him in the world..."
Taoist Tongtian stopped in the clouds and was not in a hurry to return to Kunlun. He witnessed Yang Lin fighting against the twelve ancestral witches and getting rid of the demon clan's star formation in the sky. He was free and easy, coming and going as he pleased. He couldn't help but be elated.
"Huh, he's just a barbarian. No matter how strong his physical body and magical powers are, it doesn't matter if his combat power is not weak. If his moral conduct is poor, he will be busy in the future."
The original Taoist glanced sideways at Tongtian and said with some disdain.
He has always looked down upon the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Monster Clan.
Especially in the late stage of the Quasi-Saint, after mastering the master's mastery, he could see the scenery higher up in one step, and he didn't care about the ups and downs outside.
It doesn't matter if you can fight. The road to becoming a saint depends on understanding the rules. It's about the natural way of heaven. Fighting to the death and fighting is just waiting.
In particular, that one who was eager to learn but not imitated actually imitated the ancestral witches to study magical powers and the physical body, which almost made the original Taoist laugh out loud on the spot.
"Don't he know that the way of the Wu clan, which specializes in the turbid and evil energy, is extremely hindering the cultivation of the soul and the understanding of the Tao and the Dharma? That's right, he is a little behind the times and has a low knowledge. The teacher also has no knowledge of these basic common sense. It’s not a big deal, so it’s not surprising that he doesn’t know.”
"Regardless of whether Tao is good or not, I know that even now, second brother, you may not be able to beat him."
Taoist Tongtian was a little gloating about his misfortune. He didn't know when he started to like watching Taoist Yuan eat. For some reason, he felt very comfortable when he saw the dark face of the second brother who liked to serve food all day long.
"Metal fighting is Xiao Doyle, why should I fight with him?" Yuan Yuan was not happy and said angrily: "Tongtian, you seem to be able to fight, otherwise, the two of us are gesticulating. We haven't competed for several days. It’s over, I see you are itchy.”
"Who is afraid of whom?"
Taoist Tongtian showed no sign of weakness. He had just seen Taoist Mu fight. To be honest, his hands were a little itchy.
On the spot, he pulled out the Qingping Sword from his back.
"That's enough. What's the point of fighting among brothers? No matter how strong Mu Taoist is, he will eventually go astray. In a few days, how can he be on par with us? Don't worry too much. Go back to Kunlun and set up a formation to guard the mountain. This ancient world is noisy and not very clean, so let’s just ignore it and ignore it.”
When I saw Yuan Yuan and Tong Tian quarreling again, I felt that one of them was as big as three, so I quickly stopped them.
He doesn't like fighting and killing the most. Now that the world is in chaos, he no longer has the mood to go out to find treasures or walk around to appreciate the world. It's annoying to watch.
It would be better to go back to your own cave, study carefully what you learned from listening to the sermon, and break through the last hurdle as soon as possible.
…
When Yang Lin returned to Hedao in the East China Sea, he found that his dojo was becoming more and more prosperous.
Not to mention exotic flowers and plants, just those rare birds and animals with gentle temperaments. The island has a lot of them.
Obviously, the two little crane boys still remembered their hobbies and set up a breeding farm early in order to satisfy the master's appetite.
These two guys are quite diligent in their cultivation.
However, after all, it has only been three thousand years, which is not too long. His cultivation is still in the early stage of Golden Immortal, and he is almost able to break through to the middle stage of Golden Immortal.
This is also to be expected.
Even in the prehistoric times, without lacking the vitality of heaven and earth, it would be difficult for ordinary monks to make progress when they reach the Golden Immortal realm.
At this time, special attention is paid to heels and talents.
As long as the talent is slightly inferior, every step forward will take a long time.
The two white cranes are not aliens from heaven and earth, and they lack talents.
According to Yang Lin's judgment, if he did not intervene to force promotion, they could be promoted to the late Golden Immortal stage in their lifetime, which would be regarded as returning to their ancestors by blood.
However, as a boy, there is no need to have too high a level of cultivation. Even if you are a true immortal, let alone the golden immortal realm, it is enough to be able to take care of the cave and run the internal affairs.
There is no need for them in the war.
On the other hand, Xiaolan, this girl in a white skirt who kept calling her ancestors, has grown up more and more. Not only has her cultivation improved rapidly, but she has already reached the middle stage of Golden Immortal. She is still planting all those magnolia seeds in her free time. It became a towering tree.
There were even more than ten transformed Mulan tree spirits.
As soon as Yang Lin came back, a large group of chubby boys and girls came to pay homage to their ancestors, which made Yang Lin feel complicated.
'Are these my descendants? Well, if it is grown, it can be considered as such. '
He casually gave some gifts to reward these little guys. After some practice tests, he asked Xiaolan to lead them back.
Then, check out the harvest this time.
Leaving aside the gains in Taoism and strength gained from listening to the lectures in Zixiao Palace, the income from the Taoism discussion with Hou Tu on the way was the real big deal.
Originally, in the Zixiao Palace, because he was racing against time, enlightenment and practice, he had exhausted all his martial luck points...
After a "friendly discussion" with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
He found that instead of becoming a pauper, he became a rich man.
