When these six words fell, all things stagnate and the great way was revolving as usual, but the one that was invisible to the naked eye and the spiritual consciousness could not be controlled by the hands of the darkness was called the number of qi and the existence of qi fortune was frozen in an instant, and then there was an illusion of sudden pressure.

No, this is not an illusion!

It is a real change, and the closer these changes are to the place where the surging luck is, the clearer and more intense it will be. The capital of Shenwu Jiuzhou is originally the peak of the world's fortune, and the monk came from tens of thousands of miles away, making this fortune more exciting.

The wave of luck appeared under the Taoist pen tip, and the wave suddenly spread toward both sides. The energy changes and stirs up, turning into a storm. Qi Wuhu's sleeves and clothes suddenly swelled around, and the bells under the eaves of the guard room were vibrating violently, and the sound was clear.

The big tree in the yard trembled and shook suddenly.

Three hundred scattered leaves.

Old Qingniu stared at the Taoist priest there. Fuxi had already raised his hand and planned to pick up the Taoist priest and move the Imperial Palace to the rest of the place. At this moment, he stopped his palm and looked at the Taoist priest with his eyes, with golden light turbulent in his eyes.

This is?!!!

Um?!

Um???!

The little dragon girl on the other side was dumbfounded and stunned. Then she was blown by the storm that scattered out and almost fell on her back. She sat on the ground and almost fell down in a daze. When she saw the Taoist picking up her pen, her sleeves rolled up, and her luck around her rolled up like a wave.

And he held the pen like iron.

The pen tip does not move at all.

This wave of air is already extremely intense, and hidden under the waves of superficial excitement, the mobilization and changes of pure luck are even more unparalleled. The person who appears is hidden and the person who hides far and wide, spreading more than ten thousand miles in an instant. At the gate of the capital city, the compassionate monk stepped inside, his steps were smooth, but stopped at the next moment.

The pedestrians around came and went freely, their expressions and faces were as usual, but the monk's expression stopped. The monk's robe suddenly swept away from behind, and it seemed that a huge momentum was suppressing him, as if the whole world was fighting and rejecting him.

In the place invisible to the naked eye, countless silk threads floated, and the brightest ones, which were directly up to the nine heavens, were affected, but this subtle influence disappeared in just a moment. Above the thirty-third level of heaven, the Emperor of the Antarctic Longevity was originally playing chess and playing chess calmly, and never hesitated for a moment, but he paused at this moment.

The lord of the Thunder Tribe ahead, Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder Sound Puhua Tianzun said strangely: "Emperor?"

"It's okay."

The Great Emperor of Antarctic chuckled all his life, withdrew his attention, picked up the chess piece with his fingers, and his eyes fell into the mortal world, but he didn't care much. He stepped on the chessboard of the thunder sound of Yingyuan in front of him, and his voice was crisp, and his fingers, which were covered under the wide sleeves, slid.

boom!!!

The Amitabha Buddha, the Light of the Amitabha, stepped forward in one step.

The luck that had suddenly become extremely condensed for some reason seemed to have lost its original suppression in an instant. His sleeves fluttered violently towards the back, and it turned into traces like ripples. Even his face and flesh were slivering traces of pulling towards the back.

But he seemed to ignore this.

Step by step, move forward.

Walk calmly.

Take every step and resolutely.

If there is a person, he raises his hand and pushes the mountain and moves forward step by step.

The book collection was kept in the room, and Qi Wuhuo rolled his sleeves and his luck turned around and forced him to come to him.

What he learned in his body was the Taishang lineage, the true teaching of Yuqing and Yuxu, and the mystery of Shangqing Lingbao's thoughts as the method. He also read the files here for more than half a year, gaining something and enlightening something, but these gains and enlightenment were not enough to support him to write his thoughts out.

Things that should have taken a long time to do slowly, but now there is no time to prepare slowly.

Due to the situation, we can only write a little, it is a little.

I always seek the best and the most perfect, but unfortunately, it is a pity that everything in this world is the most perfect.

Qi Wuhuo wrote.

What he wrote now cannot be regarded as the style of the Taishang lineage; it is not the true teaching of the Yuqing lineage; it is not the Shangqing lineage, and countless magical powers are just the characteristics of my heart.

What he practiced is combined with the mysteries of the three schools. What he wrote now is not supernatural powers or wonderful methods. Strictly speaking, it should be the common part of the Dharma lineage of the three Taoist ancestors. This is something that can only be written by those who have obtained the true teachings of the three and have experienced tribulations on earth.

This is not creating.

Because the great way itself exists there, before all things are born, after all things are annihilated.

This is just an explanation, but it is a great achievement in itself.

The monk was so arrogant that he raised his hand and held back the great fortune of this world.

The fortune is reversed, the trees are rolled up, the plants are folded, and the Taoist robe of Qi Wuhuo is about to churn, but the pen tip is not moving like iron, falling on the paper and writing the text.

【Name can be named, not permanent name】

boom!!!

The previous chapter was already the ultimate, but the second sentence carries the grandeur of the first sentence and follows the trend. The momentum is endless, but it has already had a sense of atmosphere.

The steps of the Amitabha Buddha's wisdom of the infinite life suddenly stopped. This majestic and boundless luck seemed to turn into an unparalleled Great Wall and crossed directly in front of him. The ripples on his face reached the extreme, and the flesh and blood torn apart, and a trace of cleavage like a sword edge appeared. The golden Buddha blood flew out and landed on the ground.

Enter!

Go further, go one more time...

You can't get in!

Countless waves arise in the heart of the Buddha Amitabha’s wisdom and light.

What is he doing?!

What did he do?!

[Silk] from the heavenly realm constantly tried to control an incarnation, making him rush forward desperately, but the instinct of this incarnation was no longer willing to take a step. At this moment, the two formed an extreme conflict. In the sky, the silk threads that were invisible to the naked eye and invisible to the Dharma eye actually tensed up at this moment.

Enter!

Don't enter!

The Buddha Amitabha’s mind is constantly struggling.

The Taoist in the guard room gasped and was extremely exhausted in controlling his luck. However, these two sentences, twelve words, were like the general outline, and had written down all the things he had seen, understood and knew. Every stroke and every stroke was like iron lying on the mountains, which was extremely difficult and extremely difficult.

When he finished writing this line of words, Qi Wuhuo was exhausted.

Everything around him was silent, and Lao Qingniu stopped talking. He looked at the Taoist man and could see that he had reached the limit of his words. He was worried in his eyes. As a mount that had been with Taishang for so long, both were masters and servants, and also friends. Lao Qingniu was very concerned about Taishang's disciples.

"Wukuo, are you okay?"

At this moment, I didn't care about the danger and subconsciously wanted to go over and support the Taoist man. His shoulder suddenly sank, and then he could not take a step forward. However, Fuxi directly pressed his shoulder. The old green bull turned around and said, "You!!! What are you going to do? If Wuhuo makes any mistakes, I will report to the Taoist ancestor, and you will not be able to do it!"

But when he turned around in such anger, he saw Fuxi's vertical pupils burning with golden light inside.

In his eyes, the old green niu saw a complex emotion mixed with astonishment and ecstasy.

It seems to be admiring, it seems to be shocking.

That extremely strong emotion shocked the angry old Qingniu, making him froze and not move.

At this time, Qi Wuhuo also felt that the Buddha's incarnation opposite had reached its peak. He picked up his pen, his eyes were filled with golden light, and Tai Yigong's body was activated. He took a deep breath, put the pen again, and wrote the third sentence, which was also the limit at this moment.

[No name is the beginning of all things.]

Taiyi is nameless, the supreme, the only one, and the first.

The trend is becoming more and more magnificent and unrivaled!

The face of the Amitabha Buddha, the Wisdom of Light, suddenly changed.

The struggle in my mind ended instantly.

Back!

One step is to retreat violently.

As the incarnation of a wisp of divine thought by the Great Emperor of Antarctic, as if he felt a certain extremely pure oppressive nature at this moment, he seemed to have stirred up his instinct as a living creature at this time and no longer approached the magnificent and condensed [luck]—

If before this, as a Buddhist, it was like a creature struggling in the flow of glaciers, who wanted to find a warm bonfire.

Then now, it was him approaching the warm light.

But I found that it was not a candlelight, not a bonfire, it was a flame, the sun, and the glorious sun!

"Retreat, retreat quickly!!!"

"Why did this luck suddenly condense?! Why?!"

"This is, Daoyun? What is this qi? Why is he doing so much? Why does he directly stir up the luck of the human world?! Why?!"

There are countless thoughts in the mind of Amitabha Wisdom and Light Tathagata.

His speed was as fast as thunder, and his body was covered with golden Buddha light, and he was thousands of miles in an instant.

But he forgot that the way of luck is like the cycle of yin and yang, one rises and the other goes down, and then the Taoist gate will advance.

The Taoist lifted the pen in his hand and moved slowly. His pen tip pointed outside and paused.

The body of the Amitabha Buddha, the light of the Light of the Amitabha Buddha, was emitting streams of light of the stream, and countless silk threads appeared behind it under the erosion of the Amitabha Buddha, the light of the Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha, and the thirty-third level of heaven, deep into the clouds and the sky, and I don’t know where I went.

It seems to be the mystery of luck and the feedback of cause and effect. This scene is reflected in the eyes of Taoist people with a slightly terrifying scene.

In the vast and vast land of the world, the running monks and Buddha lights are like tiny ants, and white silk threads soar into the sky, densely packed, wide and empty.

"Is the Great Emperor of Antarctica..."

Qi Wuhuo said to himself, holding the pen and paused. When he wrote down the three-way path, he actually had a kind of invincible charm of sitting in the world. Even though the Buddha had escaped very far away, he still held the pen and pointed to the front naturally.

After a pause, then a slight stroke, the boundless luck dispersed at this time, and the ripples caused by the pen tip passed through thousands of miles ahead in an instant.
To be continued...