Sword energy spans a hundred thousand miles The cause of a thousand years stays in the beginning, and the fruit of a hundred lives looks at the present.
The cause of a thousand years stays in the beginning, and the fruit of a hundred lives looks at the present.
Zhou Yeqing was sitting on the clouds in the middle of the river, with an excited and curious look on his face. At this moment, he was holding something in his hands, which was the thing the old man had just given him.
This thing is green in color and looks like running water, as if it is alive. It is constantly squirming and thorny in Zhou Yeqing's hands. Sometimes it turns into a drop of water, sometimes it turns into a ball of thorns, which is very strange.
"Is this the immortal's magic weapon?" Zhou Yeqing murmured and stared at his hands. He was happy and contented. On the river bank, the old man noticed the useless look of the gangster. He
As if helpless, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"This is such a useless look..."
The old man moved his gaze away with a serious expression. He looked all over the river bank and saw all seventy-two demon kings! Then he stamped his feet and stood up. After a while, his body was as high as the sky.
"Bastard! Here we come!" Yun Tian shouted and fell straight into the middle of the river.
When the sound reached his ears, Zhou Yeqing looked around blankly, as if searching for something, until he raised his head upwards and saw a shadow on the sky, and then he understood in his heart. It turned out that the old man was in the sky.
"Come on!" The young man looked very excited and shouted back loudly. His voice was crisp and clear, and it lingered on the black water for a long time.
Feeling the excitement in the words of the gangster below, the old man smiled with satisfaction, and his heart was filled with excitement. "The day has finally arrived." With a deep breath in his chest, the relaxation on the old man's face was replaced by seriousness.
He was replaced by determination. The matter was so important that he was not calm either.
The black and white gourd at the waist moved silently and hung on the side of the old man's right shoulder. The mouth of the pot opened automatically, and crystal water poured out. It fell from the old man's shoulder downwards, started to separate in the middle, and turned into seventy-two streams in a row. This
The seventy-two lines were crystal clear and flowing like soft whips, coming slowly and slowly, winding around the seventy-two flags on the lake shore. Zhou Yeqing watched the old man take action and was so amazed that he could not close his mouth.
Seeing that the momentum was coming, the old man's eyebrows were stern. He raised his hand to explore his fingers, and with a little awe-inspiring energy, he drew a pattern of the sky three inches in front of him. Following the old man's movements, the world darkened for a while, and the wind, rain and thunder roared.
Come together! At the horizon, the inexplicable golden luster in the void came from all directions and merged into the old man's fingertips, making this space become unstable.
"Dharma comes!" the old man said, Huanghuang said. Tiliu was originally a crystal body, but at this moment, as the Dharma came from the old man's mouth, his body trembled! It turned into seventy-two red gold Dharma chains. The Dharma chain had flowing patterns all over its body.
The mantra was so powerful that it was beyond words. The old man looked sternly, looked down, and then said in a deep voice: "Get up!"
"Bang!!!!!" Boundless air waves suddenly rose! The air waves generated from the seventy-two Wang Xiang flags on the lake shore impacted outwards, and finally hit the bowl that was turned upside down.
The barrier was struck by this blow and shimmered continuously. But the old man seemed not to have seen it, just staring down. Zhou Yeqing was in the middle of the lake, and it was miserable at the moment. He seemed to be a piece of the vast ocean.
Wandering leaves come and go with the wind, which is very sad.
On Daowang Peak, everyone gathered in the main hall. The first one was the white-bearded old man, followed by Mo Xuan and three others. In the hall, a woman was talking, she was light and graceful, and her rhetoric was decent. She was related to Zhou Yeqing.
I know Li Wanrong.
"Reporting to Master, today is the last day of the assessment, and someone has already arrived at Daowang Peak."
The first old man's voice was refined and solemn, as if he was a kind elder. "Rong'er, just take care of these things. You are the eldest sister in the sect, and it is a good thing for you."
"Yes, Master." In response, Li Wanrong retreated and returned to the disciples. Seeing this, the elders present showed their approval. They were very satisfied with this master's niece.
Li Wanrong is the disciple of the great elder.
As Li Wanrong retreated, today's meeting was coming to an end and was about to end. "Bang~" a muffled sound came from the distance and suddenly crashed into the main hall. Everyone in the hall was suspicious and didn't know why.
.The people on the table exchanged glances, and in a flash, they were already looking at the sky.
"We are in Duanyin again, what on earth is Lao Wu doing?!" Four figures appeared in the sky. One of them shouted, it was the second elder Mo Xuan. The remaining three looked suspiciously in the distance, although they did not answer.
words, but I also have this question in my heart.
In the Duanyin land, in the sky on the lake shore, the old man's face was a little heavy. The impact of the momentum of this flag was beyond his expectation, and it seemed even more threatening. But at this time, he was already on the string, and had no choice but to shoot! Suddenly his expression tightened, and he saw
The old man reached out and grabbed Yingliu in front of him.
The withered hand fell on it, the muscles and bones were tensed, and the blue veins were bulging. The arms were stretched diagonally, making a circular shape, and the flowing water was like a rope, being pulled up by the old man's shoulder, as if moving mountains and seas.
Zhou Yeqing's leaf was still swaying. He was on the verge of falling, but he still saw the scene above. The old man had his feet on the universe and his head on the sky. There was a dark and yellow air in his chest. His eyes were wide open with anger and he spoke loudly, holding the boundless rivers and mountains in his hands.
The golden dharma chain clanked and flowed, and the seventy-two flags received this force, and their bodies swayed and became loose. When the old man saw this, he looked like the angry King Kong.
"rise!!!!"
Tianji said another word of Dharma, and with that word, the sky was shaken, and even the space was rippled. With this word of Dharma, Zhou Yeqing was shocked to see that the seventy-two flags also began to rise upwards.
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Half of the sky was filled with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and darkness. The old man was deep in the darkness, like a tracker pulling a boat on the river bank. He was hunched over, half carrying the "rope" and limping.
Turn and move forward.
Song Zong and his lineage have always been secluded from the world. They have spent their whole lives in the mountains. Except for a few fellow lineage leaders, no one knows who they are. They are like shadows, free all their lives, but
Trapped for another lifetime, they were burdened with heavy responsibilities and would not rest until death. In the end, they only had one flag to accompany them through the long night.
The rickety figure staggered forward step by step. Seventy-two large flags were being pulled up bit by bit on the shore of the lake. He slowly measured the length of the flags with his skinny feet.
Zhou Yeqing's breathing stopped. He stared at the moving flag, waiting for that moment to arrive.
Outside the black water, in front of Tao Wang, the four people in the sky could only see the endless dark energy coming down from the nine heavens with a terrifying momentum!
"No! Stop me!" The white-bearded old man shrank his eyelids and shouted in a deep voice. As soon as he finished speaking, four figures flashed up as fast as light. By the time everyone fixed their eyes, they were already at the edge of the Nine Heavens.
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Below, on Daowang Peak, beside the railing of the hanging peak, there are many disciple-like people here. "Senior Sister, what is going on?!" Ning Yin raised her head and asked. At the front of the crowd, a touch of
The beautiful figure was there. I saw her beautiful eyes looking around, her eyes moving, and she said after a while: "There are many foreigners coming to the mountain now. I'm afraid of disturbing them. Please disperse quickly. Don't cause any trouble."
Unnecessary panic." "Ning Yin Ning Le, you two take all the junior brothers and sisters to loosen the needles and comfort the frightened people so that there won't be any more trouble."
As the voice of the beautiful figure came out, all the disciples behind her also dispersed, each performing their duties. She was the only one at the edge of the cliff. At this moment, she looked at the sky in the distance, her jade teeth clenched, and she looked full of inaction and loneliness.
This person is the senior sister of Songzong, Li Wanrong.