A strange gaze fell on the fairy in the painting that was almost stuck on the wall, and the latter's sudden reaction was a little strange, especially Ji Xin, who was slightly stunned, and thought it was his own fault, stood in place, and bowed seriously to the fairy in the painting, and said:

"This gentleman ......"

It was just an ordinary greeting that made the fairy in the painting jump to his feet.

This time he saluted seriously, and the fairy in the painting was directly bounced out of the wall, almost turning into a rolling gourd, his face was full of embarrassment, his face was tangled, almost like he was going to cry, he raised his hand to return the salute, hugged his head and shouted: "Stop, stop ......"

"Your Highness, stop, please stop. ”

"Otherwise, I will be worshiped to death by you......"

Just this ceremony, the face of the immortal in the painting decayed a little, Zhao Li was slightly surprised, and then looked at Ji Xin, who stopped moving, with a blank face, and figured out the reason for this section, the immortal in the painting was painted by Cangtian, and Ji Xin's mother is likely to have a lot of connections with Cangtian, and in Ji Xin's generation, the bloodline has become more and more pure due to practice.

The theory of bloodline has always prevailed, but if it is really beneficial to cultivation, it may not be.

There are a lot of talented people in the folk lanes, and there are more straw bales from big doors.

It can be seen that the ordinary bloodline can enjoy the wealth of the world for a while at most, but the bloodline related to the innate god is a little different, even if it is just a trace, as long as it awakens, it has already infected the heaven and earth qi, and the partial life Ji Xuan decided to go to the road of the human emperor, so that the original wisp of humane luck on Ji Xin's body rose again and again, mixed with the sky, it was already unspeakably expensive.

The immortal in the painting, who has no body tricks, and completely uses the sky to turn into an immortal with the help of the spirit of qi, is the most restrained to eat this qi.

Ji Xin saluted him in this white space, but it would make him sit still, turning into a rolling gourd, if he seriously bowed to the immortal in the painting in the outside world, under the overlap of human luck and heaven and earth, the immortal in the painting who was lit by the sky was not killed by the thunder on the spot, and he would also scatter a body of qi.

Spirits have no body, and they are born of gas.

Ask: How many spirits in the world can withstand the bloodline of the human emperor and the heir of the sky?

But this is by no means a good thing, Zhao Li narrowed his eyes, stopped Ji Xin, and then called him to his side, and the fairy in the painting was embarrassed, barely cleaned up the outside, looking at Ji Xin's eyes were already frightened, his head was a mess, and he didn't know who he was.

There were still many people at the moment, and it was inconvenient to ask too many questions, so Zhao Li stretched out his hand and pressed it on Ji Xin's shoulder.

The power of the white space flows through the palm of the hand as a point of contact.

Zhao Li's eyes narrowed slightly.

In Ji Xin's body, another bloodline power is devouring Ji Xin's part as a human being, and the reason why it has not been completely transformed is precisely because of the eight or nine Xuangong that he has cultivated, Ji Xin's talent has been greatly suppressed by the formation technique of sealing the bloodline, but even so, Ji Xin still stubbornly shook the fur of the eight or nine Xuangong.

Just like a sword, if you hold a fast sword, the weight and length fit the body, and it is naturally easy and enjoyable.

A piece of iron and stone hangs on the tip of the sword, and it is a little more difficult to get out of the sword.

And Ji Xin's previous state was almost equivalent to a sword hanging on a mountain, such a desperate situation, but he was forced to grind out the fur of eight or nine Xuan Gong, Zhao Li felt the breath of eight or nine Xuan Gong in the young man's body, and felt in his heart, glanced at Qi Tian, and said with emotion I am open in my heart, stride forward, not disturbed by external objects, it is the Tao.

But it is difficult to step by step, and it is also the way to seek up and down without giving up......

Walk slowly, don't stop.

It's okay to be late.

It will always come.

The young man in front of him almost explained the four words of seeking up and down vividly, and now that the seal has been broken, it is like a heavy object hanging on the blade of the sword has been removed, and the natural sword is like a strong wind, and now the breath of eight or nine Xuangong is full, avoiding disasters and dodging.

The kind of bloodline from the sky that wants to devour Ji Xin's vitality is naturally judged as a catastrophe by the eight or nine Xuan Gong and curbed it, and now in Ji Xin's body, the eight or nine Xuan Gong, the blood of the sky, and the qi of the human emperor, the three are in a strange balance, causing him to exert two or three percent of his strength at most now.

But it can temporarily avoid worries.

........................

When Zhao Li checked Ji Xin's state, the immortals in the painting over there finally sorted out their appearances and restored their original scribe's bearing, and in the whispered conversation with each other, they also knew that a bunch of people here were actually the same as themselves, and most of them were with gods behind them, no wonder they didn't care about their identities just now.

He listened to the gods behind them one by one.

Yunzhongjun, Phoenix, Taishan Mansion Jun, the lord of the stars, Donghuang Taiyi.

The fairy in the painting suddenly discovered a strange thing, these gods, except for the Lord of Death and Life, seem to have gone to the Huzhong Realm that day, could it be that there is some secret here?

He had just come here, and the arrogance in his heart had already dissipated a lot.

The dragon king invited the fairy in the painting to sit over, and the fairy in the painting hesitated, feeling that the bald man with kind eyebrows and kind eyes over there, sitting with his eyes closed, and the monkey with a calm expression was closer than the greedy wolf next to him who was wearing a drape and holding a waist knife.

I felt that I didn't recognize it just now.

To be able to receive such a gift, it is obvious that the Greedy Wolf Star Monarch is extremely valued in front of the Star Lord Donghuang.

The old dragon king smiled and handed out the tea sent by the water tribe, the fairy in the painting picked up the tea, while waiting for the princess, while chatting with the old dragon king and the monks, I could hear the old dragon over there talk about the overseas scenery, and I heard the monk say that the land of the extreme west, endless peace, there are all kinds of delicious scenery to see, and there is no violent fighting, everyone is happy with what they do, it is a place of bliss.

In the painting, Xian Jiu is in the realm of the pot, where has he heard of this kind of place, he immediately heard a little fascinated, and subconsciously sighed:

"What a peaceful place......

"If you can see it once, you will have no regrets. ”

The monk smiled gently and quietly: "If you are a fellow Daoist, you can go to my Western Elysium at any time." The expression on his face was even more sincere and gentle, like what he said when he sent those disciples out.

This was the time when the first batch of Buddhist disciples after the Asura were born, and just before the young novice disciples left, they held the scriptures in their hands and asked the monks, clasped their hands together, and wondered: "Master, why do I have so many pleasures written in the Buddhist scriptures, and say that there is no suffering and peace, and there is no peace......

As he spoke, his eyes were strange and he looked at the bitter environment around him.

The monk replied, "If we wait for the Dharma to be false, and we will come here simply because we have gained it for nothing, we should practice the Fa-rectification." Besides, I'm waiting here, isn't there peace?

At that time, the three hundred arhats clasped their hands together and praised Lingshan Rulai, and the muscles on their bodies rose up, like small mountains, and those disciples of the Lanzhou Sect who originally planned to steal the law looked at the mountain-like muscles, lowered their heads stiffly, and also puffed up their muscles in unison, put their hands together, and praised Lingshan Rulai in unison.

It was peaceful and quiet, and there was no fighting.

So the novice had an epiphany.

At this moment, in the white space, the monk smiled warmly, pulling the robe of the fairy in the painting with one hand, introducing the beautiful scenery of Western Bliss, and the corners of the old dragon king's mouth twitched slightly.

And then if you can't go, you can't help it.

If you want to go, you can learn the Dharma first and then go, but after you learn it, then you can see the beauty everywhere in the world, and it is not a lie.

Monks always say that the monks don't speak.

But he didn't tell you that the monks see heaven and earth in their eyes, the Buddha sees heaven and earth in their eyes, and the mediocre people see heaven and earth, and there are all kinds of scenery in heaven and earth.

If you ask why......

Ao Guang recalled that he was pressed to the ground by a monk like a loach and blasted with a hammer, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

But he wouldn't say this, and the fairy in the painting over there was already extremely moved.

I secretly wrote down the land of the extreme west in my heart, and I planned to go and see it when I had the opportunity, I raised my hand and took a sip of tea, looked at the monkey sitting cross-legged next to me with a calm expression, hesitated, and asked in a low voice: "This fellow Daoist, is it also related to a certain lord?"

Qi Tian opened his eyes, his expression was flat, and said:

"No, I didn't. ”

The fairy in the painting was relieved and relieved, he was not the weakest one, although he didn't look down on anyone with this self-respect, but if he fell behind, it always made him uncomfortable.

Just as he was smiling and about to nod, the greedy wolf muttered:

"But killed. ”

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This time, the group of immortals will not be long~