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Under the old tree.

Wujiu leaned against the trunk of a tree, held a wine pot, and faced the empty valley alone, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He hid here alone, comprehending martial arts and crafting magical powers.

Wanshengzi and Gui Chi had come here once. They wanted to ask about relevant countermeasures, but they saw that he was busy working hard, and it was obvious that he was trying to break into Ziwu Mountain and let go. The two had to return to Huiling Gorge with worry and instruct their respective disciples to seize the opportunity to accumulate energy.

He focused on his cultivation and was completely selfless until two months later, he stopped and breathed a sigh of relief.

The Daoming Divine Sword has already driven freely. The three-headed and six-armed Dharma body from the "Daozu God Art" can barely support the time of the cup of tea without disintegration. With the power of the three cultivations, it should be able to deal with Xing Tian. The lack of cultivation still restricts the display of magical powers.

Isn’t satisfied with the cultivation level of the fifth level of the celestial immortal?

Not pretentious.

Whether it is the three magical powers or the nine-star magical sword, they are inseparable from powerful cultivation, otherwise it will be difficult to exert true power. The "Dao Ancestor God's Art" consumes even more magical power. If you want to defeat Xing Tian, ​​facing Yu Xuzi, you can only improve your cultivation, otherwise, as it is said, it is like a moth to fly into a fire.

In just a few decades, from the down-and-out Mr. Mutual to the fifth level of the Heavenly Immortal, the progress of the state is amazing enough. It is extremely difficult to take another step forward. The journey to the Jade God Realm is imminent. With his current cultivation level, he will be destined to have many good fortunes and little luck, but he has no choice...

"It's already the third month of Wuchen?"

Wujiu drank a sip of wine and talked to himself.

The grass is green and the flowers are blooming. Even the mountain breeze blowing on the face also adds a hint of warmth. It is like March and the season when flowers bloom in spring.

It is estimated that he has been away from Shenzhou for more than fifty years. Although he is young and is still an old man in his seventies, what have he gained after being busy for half his life? He is still wandering, still in danger of peace, and still can't see the way home, but he falls into a desperate situation again, and his future is bleak.

And there is really fate between heaven and earth, and unpredictable fortune? Otherwise, where will the Yuanhui disaster come from? Could it be that the ruthless way of heaven deliberately tortures all spirits and things? There is really no way to escape or fight?

Wujiu was puzzled and spread out the palm of his right hand.

When my mind moved a little, the moon seal in my palm slowly appeared, followed by black and white light flashing, as if two fish were circling between his palms. Since practicing the "Tao Ancestor God's Art", the integration of the soul of the holy beast and the seal of the mysterious moon has become more integrated, as if the two are inexplicably implicated, and they complement each other and gradually send and receive from the heart.

Well, all things return to the root of the law, nothing more than the changes of yin and yang.

Wujiu raised his palm and waved it gently.

The hovering fish suddenly dissipated and then turned into a breeze, hovering around.

Wujiu raised his hand and pointed.

Dark clouds appeared in the breeze, and then raindrops scattered. The rain had not yet landed, turning into snowflakes, followed by gentle breezes and drizzles, and there were faint lightning and thunder. It was like a small world, nurturing cold, heat, warmth, and warmth, giving birth to four seasons, and like a dream...

Wujiu stared at the changing wind and clouds without any control. He immediately shook his sleeves, and the clouds suddenly disappeared and the rain stopped.

Alas! Even if you drive away the wind and call the rain, you will be bound by your fingers, and you will not be able to control the changes in the fortunes of heaven and earth, nor will you prevent the arrival of that catastrophe.

And Yu Xuzi can control the world?

Neither can he.

But he wanted to use the catastrophe to break through the barrier of qi and go to the nine heavens to find the lost fairyland.

Can he succeed...

Wujiu looked up.

The sky is like the sea, vast and deep. It is so far away that it makes people imagine endlessly.

At the end of nothingness, is there really a fairyland hidden?

But Mr. I was not interested.

No matter how good the fairyland is, it is better to be homeland. However, the homeland is hard to return, and the catastrophe is coming. Before fighting against the sky and earth, we still have to compete with the Jade Temple, Xing Tian, ​​and Yu Xuzi...

"Why--"

It was convenient for this moment that a woman in white floated up and called from afar, but she hovered on the top of the mountain a hundred feet away and refused to approach her for a long time.

Wujiu looked at it in a voice, doubting and puzzled.

"Ling'er, why did he hesitate?"

The person who came was Bing Ling'er. Her figure was dressed in clouds, which looked elegant and agile against the background of the mountains. But she still hesitated and said loudly: "I heard that Mr. Wu lives in seclusion here, so I came all the way, but I was afraid of disturbing me. Is it convenient..."

"Hey, stinky girl!"

Wujiu grinned, but before his laughter fell, a light suddenly came and instantly hit his arms. Then Xiangfeng blew on his face, then a pair of small hands grabbed his neck, then opened his mouth and bit his ears.

"Ouch..."

"You little brat, you went out silently for many days, which made Ling'er worried. Do you know your mistake?"

"Wrong, wrong..."

Wujiu hurriedly begged for mercy and wanted to hold the petite person in his arms.

Unexpectedly, after a little punishment, Bing Ling'er took the opportunity to withdraw, landed three feet away, and said with a little face tense, "Don't touch me in broad daylight!"

"Hey, what are you afraid of!"

Wujiu rubbed his ears, and he was careless, but his expression condensed, and he unexpectedly said—

"Hey, the Ninth Level of Earth Immortal?"

Bing Ling'er was still serious and suddenly she had a "splash" of joy.

"It all depends on the achievements of Sister Yuelian's "Cai Nu Sutra", and my "Nine Turns Xuan Dan Technique" has made a little progress, hehe!"

"Yeah, it's a happy congratulation!"

After Bing Ling'er obtained the inheritance of his father Bing Chanzi, although her cultivation level soared, her realm stopped moving forward. Now her cultivation level has finally improved, which is a blessing.

Wujiu praised him and said curiously—

"What happened?"

"I didn't want to come and disturb me, but I learned something from my senior brother, so I took the lead. Wan Shengzi and Gui Chi arrived later."

Bing Ling'er said in a split second, raising her hand and pointing.

Wujiu noticed it again and stood up with a smile on his sleeve.

As expected, the figures of Wansheng Son and Gui Chi crossed the mountains and forests, and fell from a distance, and fell down in an instant.

"Two people--"

Wujiu greeted him.

Gui Chi bowed.

And the Santa Clan hurriedly urged: "Yu Zhenren is back..."

"oh?"

Wujiu was a little surprised and said to himself—

"That guy is actually back. Could it be alone?"

"It is said that I brought three followers!"

"Walk--"

Without Wujiu's orders, Bing Ling'er had already arrived beside him. Following his orders, the four of them stepped out of the air.

After Yu Zhenren left without permission, no one could know whether to return or when he would return. Wujiu had made up his mind and waited for at most half a year. Regardless of whether Yu Zhenren returned or not, he would go to Ziwu Mountain. And that guy actually came back, but he was not alone...

In a moment.

In another valley.

On the grass at the foot of the mountain, nine people gathered together.

The four people who just arrived were Wanshengzi, Gui Chi, Wujiu and Bing Ling'er. Five people stood opposite. In addition to Hu Daozi and Long Que, there were two strange middle-aged men and an old man, each exuding the power of the seventh and eighth levels of Feixian. Judging from his appearance, he looked like a disciple of the original family. The last middle-aged man with a handsome appearance was naturally Yu Zhenren. The two sides couldn't help but greet each other, and Wujiu and Wanjiu, Gui Chi was still confused.

"hehe!"

Yu Zhenren was understanding and said: "Zhong Quan, Xuan Li, Zhang Yuanzi, came from the original family and was also my subordinate. Now he went to the Jade God Realm with me. And this one is the famous Mr. Wujiu, Mr. Wu, the ancestor of the All Saint Son and the Ghost Chi Wu Lao. There is also Bing Ling'er, who has a close relationship with Mr. Wu..."

A family disciple, who is also a subordinate of the Jade Temple Temple envoy?

Yu Zhenren went out for many days and turned out to be looking for someone. It can be seen that he had already interfered in family affairs, but he did not tell anyone about it.

He continued to say, "While I was going out, I learned that the situation had changed, so I returned early..."

Wujiu looked at the Yu Zhenren who had returned and returned, and with his three strange subordinates, he turned around and looked away, but did not find anything unusual. He and Wan Shengzi, Gui Chi nodded and signaled: "Everyone, sit down and talk!"

Nine people sat in a circle.

Unlike before, this time, Yu Zhenren was no longer frustrated and depressed, but was full of confidence. He reached out to hold the blue beard, with a shrewd look in his eyes, and then said-

"It is reported that there are more than 100,000 family disciples from Nanyang, Penglai, Beiyue and Xihua. They have rushed to Ziwu Mountain from all directions. In addition, there are probably not a million people who are moving when they hear the news. Today, Ziwu Mountain is crowded with people, quarrels, robberies, fights, and killings, and they are endless. Xing Tian on Chiwu Peak is already facing a great enemy. According to my speculation, now is the best time to go to the Jade God Realm..."

"How can I see it?"

"Does, millions? Even the juniors of the foundation-building immortals are huge and unimaginable. But as Brother Gui said, wouldn't it be a cause of trouble to rush to Ziwu Mountain at this time?"

Faced with Yu Zhenren's talk, Gui Chi and Wan Shengzi couldn't help but question.

Wujiu grabbed Bing Ling'er's little hand and sat side by side with each other. He either practiced in seclusion or ran around. Even if both sides were inseparable, it would be difficult to stay with each other. He could only take this opportunity to show his warm love. But he did not miss Yu Zhenren's words, but he only heard-

"Haha, you two don't know. Xing Tian is violent in nature and is willing to endure the chaos of Ziwu Mountain. He will inevitably suppress it, and it will inevitably cause greater chaos. With no choice, he will open the barrier in advance or destroy the portal. Without further ado, you and I will immediately rush to Chiwu Peak in Ziwu Mountain. Wujiu changed his appearance and turned into my disciples, walked with Zhongquan and the other three, and acted as I saw the opportunity!"

When Yu Zhenren said this, he looked at Wujiu—

"I can't help my ancestor Wan, Gui Chi Wu Lao, Hu Daozi, Long Que, and many disciples of the Ghost and Demon clan. However, your Wujiu's magic sword is quite magical..."

Wujiu said curiously: "Oh, Brother Yu also knows my magic sword?"

Long Que shook his head and said, "Mr. Wu, it has nothing to do with me..."

Yu Zhenren smiled slightly and said earnestly: "Don't miss the opportunity, otherwise it will be too late to regret it!"

"this……"

Wujiu pondered for a moment and said decisively: "Well, I'll meet here tomorrow and go to Ziwu Mountain!"
Chapter completed!