Sitting on the top of the mountains, a line of boundless wilderness, eight thousand miles apart, the two seemed to have seen each other under the invisible aura.
boom!
A long-lasting beep burst out from the huge divine palace, and the noise was so loud that it woke up a group of masters who were living in sanctuaries in front and behind the divine palace.
I saw that ink mist was surging like a tide in the hall, and figures could be seen standing or sitting, all looking out of the hall.
"This is?"
There are many masters who can gain a foothold outside the Seven Killings Palace. Although they have never noticed anything unusual when they follow their eyes, they can vaguely smell something different from the ordinary.
"Who can make the old demon react like this?"
The moment this thought flashed through the hearts of the crowd, it seemed to have an answer.
When that name appears in their hearts, invisible pressure will make them breathe poorly.
Most of them came from within the pass, with many wanted people, and some of them were once forced to escape by this person.
And this uneasiness reached its peak when I saw densely packed monks climbing the mountain.
"Zhang Xuanba."
In the hall, the old demon lowered his eyes:
"You can't wait, have you broken through that barrier, or..."
He gently tapped the handrail, and at a moment, he looked out the hall and saw a woman wearing a tulle figure and beautiful face slowly walking in the strong wind.
"Yan Fengqin!"
The arrival of the woman immediately attracted the attention of many people. Some people recognized her identity and couldn't help but feel a sudden jump.
There are not many women in the world who are famous, and only a few are famous for their martial arts. Ninety percent of them are men on the list of beautiful mountains and rivers, while the remaining 10% are mostly in the teachings of pity.
Yan Fengqin is one of them.
The nine great elders of the contemporary Liansheng Sect, who were the most famous and cruel, were arrested by the six gates and Jinyiwei for many years, but they were still at large.
"My younger brother Yan Fengqin, pay homage to the Lord of Qisha Palace."
In front of everyone, Yan Fengqin walked to the hall, bowed slightly, and held the courtesy very respectfully.
"Yan Fengqin?"
In the hall, the old demon raised his eyes:
"Is it your only one who can teach you?"
"If you go back to the palace master, because of the uprising of Ding'an Dao, the sect is quite busy. The elders have no time to spare, so only the younger generation leads the team..."
Yan Fengqin paused slightly and said with a smile:
"However, the palace master has great magical skills and has invited heroes from all over the world to gather together. How could he care about this little power in my sect? I am here just to admire..."
“Ha~”
The old demon chuckled and glanced at the slightly embarrassed Dark Moon Dharma King:
"You're this?"
"The little monk returned home after a defeat, ashamed of Brother Heishan."
He said just a word, and the old monk who climbed the mountain was already ashamed. Fortunately, his face was dark and frilly and could not see clearly.
"The Dharma King has not fought with others for many years, and it is inevitable that occasionally there will be failures. However, the several martial saints of the Ming Dynasty, plus Mu Qingliu, seem to be in Baizhou..."
The old demon has some meaning.
The Dark Moon Dharma King's face turned red. He knew that the old demon was mocking him, but he had no way to attack, so he had to fold his hands and silently.
He did not answer, and no one dared to speak up the monks and soldiers who followed him, which made the bystanders confused.
"Forget it, the Dharma King will go by himself."
The old demon glanced coldly, but didn't say much, but he felt a little more cold.
With the power of a temple, the four people in Yongheng Temple, including Li Yuan, are not ordinary people. The defeat of Dark Moon Dharma King, could not help but feel a little upset in his heart.
The fortunes of three thousand years have changed. At this time of heaven, the offensive and defensive situation is...
Outside the hall, the Dark Moon Dharma King turned around silently, and the crowd retreated one after another. Only Yan Fengqin stood there, waiting for everyone to disperse, and bowed slightly again.
The old monk seemed to have some awareness. Looking back, she saw that her lips were opened lightly but there was no sound. It was obviously a voice transmission. His heart moved slightly, but he still retreated.
Yan Fengqin walked into the dim hall after a moment.
Not long after, the dark tide surged, but even he couldn't see the scene inside, and only faintly smelled a slight trembling breath that made his mind tremble.
"It's her..."
The Dark Moon Dharma King was shocked, he restrained his thoughts, turned around and left.
Inside the temple, looking at Yan Fengqin who was bowing in front of him, the old demon frowned deeply. After a long time, he sighed very rarely:
"I didn't expect that this day came so quickly..."
...
...
The sun rises eastward and shines brightly.
At the foot of Dayan Mountain, Feng Wushuang came with dust. She didn't like flying in an eagle for several months and was not very energetic.
Of course, returning to Dayan Mountain was the biggest reason why she was in a good mood.
If possible, she would never want to come to this ghost place in her life, what if...
"Was the old witch's illegitimate son? She has never seen her be so kind to others, and even gave her two personal magic tools..."
Someone muttered and was immediately warned.
"Yuan Zhaodi, if you are so unrestrained, I'm afraid that all your sisters will be killed by you!"
Feng Wushuang's eyebrows stood up, and the former was so scared that he immediately shut up.
"Don't underestimate Li Chuang. This person did not show off before he gained power. After gaining power, he really had a bit of a heroic character. Be careful when dealing with him in the future."
After the reprimand, it is a warning.
After working together for several years, she naturally looked down on Li Chuang at the beginning and felt that this person's martial arts was mediocre, but as the uprising occurred, gradually, she discovered that this person's power was.
In just a few years, he actually won over the experts from various branches, and there is a vague tendency to integrate forces.
"What my senior sister said."
Everyone responded one after another, but Feng Wushuang sighed in her heart, knowing that they didn't take it all to heart.
call!
At a certain moment, Feng Wushuang suddenly stopped, swept his eyes and took out a scarf from a shrub.
"Senior sister, the old witch called me into the mountain. I was so afraid of her. I was so afraid of her. I was so afraid of her..."
There was only one sentence on the scarf, which seemed to be written in blood. It had faded a lot at this moment. It was obvious that a long time had passed.
"Ying Lier..."
Feng Wushuang's expression dimmed, and the women following her were crying silently.
"Senior sister..."
Yuan Zhaodi showed sadness and worries:
"The old witch called me anxiously and waited for me. Could it be..."
"Shut up!"
Feng Wushuang glanced at her and told everyone to wait here in a deep voice. He calmed down and walked into the Dayan Mountains.
In the small courtyard where the seasons are like spring, flowers and plants are lush. The old woman who seems kind is working hard to take care of the flowers and plants. She listens to the sound of footsteps and then puts down her work.
A kind smile, like an old lady waiting for her granddaughter to return:
"Wu Shuang is here? I've been there for a long time, why haven't I come back to see you? I really want to ruin my grandma..."
"Ding'an Road is really too far..."
With a stiff smile, Feng Wushuang had to lower her head to report, and she felt extremely disgusted.
"Oh, the journey is too far, and it's too busy to go back and forth. However, in a few days, you won't be rushing by the long journey."
The old woman smiled and asked about her progress in practicing Taoism.
Feng Wushuang dared not neglect, so he told the truth, but pretended not to understand the meaning and asked why.
"The tide has been rising for more than three thousand years, and it will be time. Soon, grandma will not need to start the altar and will not be limited by the altar."
As he said that, the old woman paused slightly:
"Didn't you notice the heavy evil spirits on your way back and forth? Haven't you heard that there are evil ghosts who eat people in many places?"
"The evil ghost eats people?"
Feng Wushuang was shocked.
She had heard of some, but she didn't take it seriously, just thinking that it was the rumors that someone had spread.
But it is very different when these words come from the person in front of you.
After thousands of years of changes in the sky, the tide is really coming?
"In recent years, the spiritual energy in the world has become much stronger. Grandma has planted trees for many years and will eventually bear fruit..."
The wind Wushuang swept past, and among the flowers and plants, there was a small tree three feet high and three feet high. At this moment, it had already produced a fruit as red as blood.
"This red fruit, also known as 'Qi and Blood Treasure', has not necessarily bloomed once in a century in previous years. Now, it is about to bear fruit in just thirty years."
The old woman's smile remains unabated:
"Grandma calls you back this time to ask you to go on my way and take a medicine to attract the final watering..."
Feng Wushuang was frightened, but he still responded with a tough head:
"What, what medicine is not in the teachings? I need to search for it elsewhere?"
“Haha~”
The old woman smiled and spoke.
After hearing the transmission, Feng Wushuang's face turned pale.
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...
Wow~
The cold wind blew across the snow field, and the copper bell on Lao Ma's neck kept ringing.
The moment the invisible aura spread, Yang Yu felt his eyebrows hot, and he couldn't help but look up.
At this moment, he felt a desolate, ancient, and chaotic aura coming to his face. In a trance, he seemed to see a huge statue of god standing on the top of the mountain.
"The Qi and the God gather together, and the country is together. This old monster is sure that the artifact will move north!"
Playing with a dull relic, Zhang Xuanba retracted his gaze.
"Fulong Courtyard?"
Yang Yu felt a little moved and took the opportunity to ask.
"It's a big difference, but it's an extremely tiring and tedious way."
Zhang Xuanba nodded:
"The fundamental principle of martial arts practice is nothing more than the three words "Essence, Energy and Spirit". However, these three words are divided into vast seas. Without utilizing external objects, it is difficult to create your own boat to cross the world."
Yu Yang listened quietly.
Zhang Xuanba is a bit good at being a teacher, and he has benefited a lot along the way.
"In fact, the path of immortality is very different. The so-called four steps to become an immortal are also used in the name of a ritual to digest the fruit of the Tao for one's own use."
Zhang Xuanba casually said:
"The poor and rich manly emperors seek immortality and seek great power on themselves, which is never something ordinary people can bear. To support the dragon court, it is just to borrow the fortune of the country and seek their own way."
"This old monster supports Tianlang, so outside the border, his aura is much better than that in the pass..."
Yu Yang seemed to be thinking.
It is not difficult to understand. He is in the northwest road and can detect the benefits in the dark without mentioning the book of life and death. After all, there are some benefits to his luck.
Chapter completed!