The path of cultivation is a path that is full of strange things, in which bizarre structures and unbelievable processes are commonplace. Qingcheng Lake under the Qingcheng Gate, but there is a cave under the lake, the hidden treasure cave, called Jinglin Spring, in a temple under the spring, there is a red cloth futon, the futon is cross-kneeling a seventeen or eighteen young man, ink clothes, yellow bamboo hat on the head.

Chuan Qiuyu was faintly uneasy, as if he had fallen into a trap, this trap was a long-term trap, it was calculated from the beginning, all this was like in the dark, doomed, Chuan Qiuyu was pushed away, and he couldn't be deterred.

The futon is a gathering array, and the surrounding aura is constantly gathered from all directions, just like the nectar of poplar branches, immersed in it by the autumn rain of Sichuan and autumn, and absorbing it vigorously.

Taking advantage of the cultivation period of Chuan Qiuyu, Lou Sanqian, as always, broke his words with Xiaofeng, said small words, and his eyebrows were heavy with Xiaofeng, and he said: "The girl on the lake is not simple, in this end-of-law world, she has cultivated to the peak of the Returning Pur Realm at such a young age, but I don't know what she is trying to please Chuan Qiuyu?"

Lou Sanqian listened to the smiling wind in his ears, but he didn't care at all, Yun lightly stroked his white hair: "No matter what she does, according to the old man's opinion, she can't harm this kid Chuan Qiuyu, take 10,000 steps back and say, and even if she has an attempt on Chuan Qiuyu, it doesn't matter, the enemy is in the light, I am in the dark, the enemy is in the dark, the enemy is bright and I am dark, you are afraid of what she will do." Look at you with a smile and a thousand years of unruliness, how can you be made by a little girl now, you are out of standard, you are out of standard. ”

Xiaofeng smiled: "Before, you and I shot on Qingcheng Lake, and I don't know if this girl noticed it." ”

"I have to worry about such trivial matters, Lord Feng? I have already drawn for a while, and she can't see you and me, let alone you and me. Just a little girl who has returned to the purple, Little Doyle. ”

"That's very good! I should have known that your Lou Sanqian is a craftsman, not only coveting women, but also knowing how to plan for a rainy day. The old man admired and threw himself to the ground. ”

Lou Sanqian waved his hand and said straightly: "Loyalty and reverse! The friendship between you and me, it is better to say less of such compliments, your appearance makes me panic." That's it, with this creation, it should not be difficult for this kid to break through the wind, you are good to take care of him, don't make a mess. ”

"Where are you going?"

"I haven't seen my delicate wife for a long time, and the soup is getting red, so I'm going to spoil her, lest she say that I don't care about my family. ”

With a smile, he sneered: "There are 80,000 words in the world, but love words hurt the most." The painting array is in decline, Lou Sanqian does not paint heaven and earth, does not paint ghosts and gods, but paints a woman who deceives herself all day long. That's it, see that you are also an infatuated species, go ahead, I will look at this side for a long time. ”

Lou Sanqian said softly: "Keep some urine, so as to cure demons and evils!" ”

Lou 3,000 steps and three shakes went to his Bliss Treasure Land, to find the Bliss Treasure Cave,

Lou Sanqian went for three hours, and with a smile on his face, he sat in the sea of mirrors to protect the Dharma for Sichuan Qiuyu, and spit out betel nuts on the ground, thinking that he was also very anxious.

In fact, the Wind Riding Realm can be regarded as the threshold of entering the cultivation of the Eight Classics, and the Ninth Rank Monk has only touched the threshold and has not yet stepped into it.

Han Xiaofeng is a dull person, as long as there is wine and betel nut, he can sit for a long time, listen to him hum a small song, and laugh at himself: "Betel nut and wine, immortal." ”

Suddenly!

The wind and thunder swept in the temple, and the figure of the autumn rain in Sichuan was blurred, as if a large net of heaven and earth shrouded him in it, which became a world alone, the wind and rain were great, the lightning and thunder roared, and the common people were suffering from the building and the void appeared, and the sand crane hissed. The distant Sanskrit sound and the quaint atmosphere are full of it, the natural demon, peeking into the avenue of heaven and earth, the ancient creatures, and being angry about it, it is obvious that Chuan Qiuyu is this big demon.

At first glance, you can't see a doorway, but when you look at it again, you can be frightened, where are the clouds and mist?

100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, brave and good at fighting, are staring at the seventeen or eighteen teenagers above the futon in the temple below. The 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals are not the best in order to look forward to the autumn rain in the river, but on the contrary. The way of cultivation is to change one's life against the sky, birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of people, and their appearance is to suppress the monks who go against the sky, but there is such a saying since ancient times, "the edge of the sword is sharpened out", and anyone who resists the baptism of this catastrophe can be reborn, and once he is a man of honor.

With a smile on the wind, he quickly walked to the treasure land of Lou Sanqian, and hit the door with three punches, these three punches were ten million, not to mention the safety of the door, and almost demolished the treasure land of Lou Sanqian. But after three breaths, Lou Sanqian scolded lazily: "Who disturbed my Qingxiu?"

"You're going to die, and you're still enjoying Qingfu?" said with a smile.

"What?" Lou Sanqian exclaimed, thinking that he was laughing and drinking too much and playing drunk.

"I didn't joke with you, the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals have come to take their lives, why don't you come and take a look. When does a woman play a trick or not, but she has to be at a critical juncture?"

Who is Xiaofeng, how could Lou Sanqian not know, the always dull Xiaofeng can say this must be a big mess, he immediately stepped out of the treasure after hearing this, followed Xiaofeng, and walked quickly.

In the sea of mirrors, the smiling wind crossed Erlang's legs, still eating wine and chewing betel nuts, but at first glance, Lou Sanqian, who looked at this scene, was shocked.

Fang Cai's 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals have not yet been fully revealed, and now the sky has been set up, stepping on the clouds above the southern sky, and Chuan Qiuyu is still practicing on the futon alone, he does not know the appearance of the 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers, and he does not panic if he does not know, look at his breath is stable, and the intention of breaking through is becoming more and more violent.

Lou Sanqian looked at it again and again: "Old Feng, have you ever known which Immortal Family Heavenly Tribulation has been like this since ancient times?"

"The old man is young, and he has never seen any demon's Heavenly Tribulation look like this, and he took 10,000 steps back and said, even the immortal who returned to the truth was just a baptism of ninety-nine eighty-one heavenly thunder. I really didn't pay attention to what happened to this kid. ”

"How can this be good right now?" Lou Sanqian was rarely flustered.

"What else, look, you and I can't interfere. The sky will be a catastrophe, but you can't be disobedient, you dare to step forward to kill this kid Chuan Qiuyu. However, the old man faintly felt that this kid was a little weird, and he couldn't say exactly where, the old man peeled off this weirdness, and always felt that this kid would stage a picture of a man holding a sword to meet 100,000 heavenly soldiers. ”

Lou Sanqian frowned, raised his hand and drew for a while, he had already painted for a while, he had expected that there would be a vision of heaven and earth later, not to let the female baby above the lake see, now this battle is too surprising, for the sake of safety, he painted for a while.

The white horse in front of the window is not allowed to be sent from time to time.

Sichuan Qiuyu let out a long exhalation, and the dantian under the abdomen was like a torrent of broken embankments, shattering and remelting with an indomitable attitude, and it had been divided and merged thousands of times in the blink of an eye. Lou Sanqian stopped, put down the wine jar with a smile, looked at it together, and the two of them said in unison: "Ride the wind." ”

Chuan Qiuyu is a special case of cultivation, breaking and standing up, and dying and rejuvenating. When I first came to the earth spirit, the dantian was a golden bean, and now it is already the scale of a big river, but this scale is smaller, and it is still a small stream and ditch in the countryside without knowing the source, but it is rare.

Instantly.

The 100,000 heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals in the southern sky suddenly came back to their senses, lined up in a row, with great momentum, without dragging mud and water at all, and shouted loudly: "You and other ants dare to covet the way of heaven." Heavenly thunder waiting!"

With a shout, it was heart-wrenching, and Chuan Qiuyu woke up from his cultivation, and he almost slipped from the sky.

"It's... This?"

Seeing this scene, 100,000 heavenly soldiers are in the south sky, Chuan Qiuyu's face is more wonderful than the previous Lou Sanqian, as if he is still dreaming, the dream is not shallow, he shook his head fiercely, pinched his buttocks, and then looked, the cold sweat on his back flowed, and he was busy sinking into the sea of mirrors, but after seeing Lou Sanqian and the face of the smiling wind, Chuan Qiuyu already knew that this catastrophe could not be avoided.

Lou Sanqian only said slowly: "It's a good fight, the lives of our two thousand-year-old people are in the hands of your kid, if you die, we will definitely die, this is a catastrophe, and the old man has no choice." ”

Chuan Qiuyu took a long breath, looked at Lou Sanqian, did not make a sound, nodded, at this moment, he only saw that this unbeatable naughty boy Lou Sanqian was a little older...

Said with a smile: "Is it really a dead body?"

Lou Sanqian said thoughtfully: "Really! But the old man has learned a little trick of changing his life against the sky in the supreme land, if there is really a mistake later, the old man will strike first, and you will do your best to protect this kid." ”

Han Xiaofeng did not compete with Lou Sanqian, and Han Shou was silent.

Unexpectedly, this scene happened to be seen by Chuan Qiuyu, he did not leave, and heard Lou Sanqian and Xiaofeng's words clearly, only to see him first smile, and then condensed: "Tianxingjian, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement." ”

Chuan Qiuyu resolutely turned around and went, Lou Sanqian and Xiaofeng looked at the eight-foot figure of Sichuan Qiuyu, suddenly, reverie.

I saw one person waving his arms and dancing his sleeves, and only one person shouted loudly: "The sky will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skins." ”

Nantian replied: "The little man doesn't know the height of the sky. ”

"When it is strong or not strong, it is weak, and when it is not weak, it is strong. Look at me if I'm strong or weak!" Chuan Qiuyu seemed to be a different person here, he who had always been elegant and easy-going was so tough in this catastrophe. The previous fear was just seven points of shock, and it was only three points of fear.

A cloud thunder snorted down, straight towards the heavenly spirit of the autumn rain in Sichuan.

How dare Chuan Qiuyu hold it up, and immediately raise his sword to meet it.

A sword, a thunderbolt.

A thunderbolt dissipated, and a sword lay in front of him. Chuan Qiuyu took two steps to withdraw his sword, but his face did not change, and Lu Sanqian said "yo he", and said: "There is a play!"

The fact that the face of Sichuan Qiuyu does not change color is not pretended, but this thunder is really mediocre. But how could this heavenly wrath and the heavenly thunder tribulation end up with a mediocre title?

[To be continued.] 】