A huge tower soars into the sky, the red wall is tiled, the eaves are carved and the building is carved, the huge green essence stone is the base, the wall of red rock sand whited gives people the warmth of the flame, the checkered windows have been extended to the top of the tower, the fragrance of blue fragrant wood drifts far away with the wind, attracting the cranes and birds to sing. The magnificent topaz tiles of the www.biquge.info Pavilion cover the top of the tower, bringing a noble and sacred atmosphere to the whole tower.

Yiyuan stood in front of the Tower of Babel, looking up, it can only be described as magical and handsome, there are too many magical things encountered in the past few days, so that his whole person seems numb, but this tower still brings a strong shock to his heart.

People come and go in front of the tower, the golden carriages, all kinds of horses and domineering riding beasts, all show the noble identity of the people who come here.

Changing into clothes made of ice silk, there is a smile on the delicate face, which gives people a cute feeling, which is really cute, and it also looks more innocent and natural, full of aura.

"Master, how tall is this!" Yiyuan asked with a surprised face.

The dry evil son said very calmly, "Three thousand zhang." Let's go in and get some food. ”

"Yes, yes! I'm hungry. "Be the first to walk in.

"You kid"

The Withered Devil smiled and followed him in.

The ninety-nine floors below this tower were for the mortals, and the rest above were for the monks. Xiao Er here is also a good eye, and he saw that Yiyuan was wearing an ice silk robe, which was a Taoist robe that ordinary monks could not afford to wear, and when he saw that this child was aura, he must be a distinguished guest.

Hurriedly walked up and greeted: "Little boy, please upstairs!", and led Yiyuan upstairs, but Yiyuan was dumbfounded when he saw the stairs that climbed up and couldn't see the end.

Xiao Er was also stunned, didn't this noble guest have a cultivation? Shouldn't it, if you have money, you can't just wear such a precious Taoist robe, if you don't cultivate, won't this make other people's eyes popular?

The Dry Evil Son walked up, grabbed Yiyuan's hand directly, and whispered, "Go." ”

Before Yiyuan could react, he came to the top floor, and the withered evil man put down Yiyuan's hand and said in a rambling voice: "What are you talking to those people!"

Xiao Er looked at the two who disappeared, with a look of surprise and shock, that was the great monk, definitely the great monk, secretly pumped his mouth, actually ignored the main master, did not take his eyes, fortunately the other party did not care, otherwise how could he die!

Yiyuan's mouth was full of oil, and the food here was so delicious, and the dry evil son sat opposite and sipped a pot of wine, looking at the boundless sky, pondering.

Suddenly, there was a commotion, and then the door of the room was kicked open, and a brightly dressed boy and brother-like figure walked in, and scolded loudly: "Grandma, I want to see who dares to snatch the seat of Young Master Ben!"

Then two people walked in, like his attendants, this person walked up to Yiyuan and them, stepped on the table with one foot, and said with a contemptuous face: "It turned out to be a bad old man and a little miscellaneous hair, and he is very powerful with a little cultivation!"

Haha laughed a few times, and scolded disdainfully: "Don't get out of here, or I'll break your hands and feet, look, this little miscellaneous hair is still very tender, it must be a good material for making ****!"

Before this person's voice fell, a person who followed in said: "That's it, hurry up, we Chen Shao are good-tempered, we are not!"

Looking at the three people in front of him, Yiyuan felt very annoyed, how could it be like this, his little face was flushed, and he said urgently: "How can you be like this!"

The three people on the other side laughed again, and said with a foolish face: "We're like this!"

The withered evil son looked at Yiyuan, and said softly to Yiyuan: "Some people! we have to do this!" Before the words fell, an invisible slap slapped the three of them fiercely, and suddenly the faces of the three of them immediately changed, this momentum was too strong, and they instantly spit blood from their mouths and fell hard to the outside of the tower.

The whole room fell silent!

"Master, are they alright?" asked Yiyuan.

"Can't die!"

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"Master, is this a Taoist temple?" Looking at the quaint and simple palace in front of him, there is a bronze tripod in front of the door, and the incense is sparsely rising, bringing peace and quiet.

"Well, this is the Juxu Taoist Temple, don't underestimate it, it represents the Taiyi Origin Sect of our Terran Race, it looks not surprising on the outside, but inside it is a master like a cloud!"

The withered evil son stood in place, staring at Da Ding, reminiscing for a long time, creating and making people, thinking how much he wished to be one of them! But after all, he became the Seven Elders of the Evil Cultivator.

Retracting his thoughts, the dry evil son said lightly: "Let's go!

But then he snorted heavily, and a figure appeared not far away, wearing a purple and black gauze robe, withered white hair, and his face was like a wrinkled dry skin, exuding a strong sigh of truth, and said loudly to the dry evil son: "Your Excellency abolished my grandson Chen Sidao, do you want to leave?"

"It's up to you!hmph!" said the withered evil man with a look of contempt and disdain, and the cultivation of the One Realm also dared to speak out.

"Delusional, I'll teach you!" The other party felt the contemptuous gaze of the dry evil son, and immediately became angry, and it was a big killing move, flying sand and stones, like a dragon going out to sea, unstoppably blasting towards the dry evil son.

The dry evil son froze, the corners of his clothes were like flags in the wind, grinning, secretly running his breath, and making a move to punch the false palm print, and suddenly the dark clouds in the sky rolled, and the heavens and the earth changed color, and a big handprint fell from the sky, like a meteorite falling, destroying the world and destroying the earth, and slapping at the opponent.

Chen Sidao secretly screamed in his heart, the other party was definitely a monk who sat on the high realm, and even a master of the Dao realm, he was like a reptile in the hands of a giant, about to be smashed, but it was already like this, and he couldn't beg for mercy, so he could only use the Dao power of his whole body and desperately bear this blow.

Catching up with the tumbling handprint, he condensed like a dragon flying into the sky, and was immediately wiped out by heavy slamming, and he was also smashed into the ground, and suddenly the bluestone pavement cracked one after another.

Vomiting blood in his mouth, feeling as if all his internal organs were broken, Chen Sidao regretted dying, he was really going to die now, quietly waiting for the handprints in the sky to fall, and understand his dream.

"Fellow Daoist, you have to spare people and spare people!" A deep voice came from the Juxu Taoist Temple, and then a person appeared in front of Dading, dressed in black, with black hair fluttering, a calm face, and a calm heart, with an indescribable and unknown avenue charm.

In fact, as soon as Chen Sidao made a move just now, the blue-blind Taoist in the temple felt the abnormal vitality of heaven and earth, so he hurriedly got up and rushed over.

The withered evil son looked at the person with a solemn expression, hesitated for a while, dispersed the Dao power in his hand, and gently put his hand behind him.

This should be the great monarch of the Juxu Taoist Temple, there should not be such a high level of cultivation, he is actually a master who sits and forgets the great realm and eliminates the Xuanjian small realm, the dry evil son thought secretly.

"The poor Taoist is blue and blind, and seeing that he is the lord of this Taoist temple, I hope that the two of them will stop and not disturb this quiet place. The blue-blind Taoist looked at the withered evil son, and fed Chen Sidao a pill.

The withered evil son snorted lightly and said slowly, "Does the Great Monarch want to stand up for him?"

The blue blind Taoist stood up and said busily: "Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand, just because he has a grandson who is studying in Yaoyutai, and he is from a family in this city, and he has been taught enough by His Majesty, so he only spares His Majesty and lets me save it." ”

Looking at the withered evil son, the blue-blind Taoist actually found that he couldn't feel the other party's Dao breath, and he was shocked, the other party Mo had the cultivation of the Dao Life High Realm. So he respectfully bowed to the dry evil son, and said respectfully: "Forgive the poor and clumsy, senior!"

When a monk encounters a person who is a great level higher than his own cultivation, he must call himself a senior, which is a common rule in the world.

Seeing that the other party gave him a respectful salute, it was not easy to be embarrassed anymore, after all, the other party was a great monarch, and this bit of face still had to be given, so he turned around, said nothing, and left with one yuan.

The blue-blind Taoist looked at the back of the departing evil man, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if the other party held on, it would be troublesome, but who is the other party, why haven't the masters of the Dao Habitat seen it themselves, forget it, don't want to!

After Chen Sidao took the pill, he recovered the Dao Qi in his body, barely controlled the Dao injuries in his body, stood up, respectfully thanked the Blue Blind Daoist, and said, "Thank you, Great Junshi, I am grateful!"

The blue-blind Taoist glanced at Chen Sidao and said softly: "Hurry up and go back to recuperate!

"Yes, yes!" Chen Sidao lowered his head and hurriedly agreed.

The blue-blind Taoist turned to leave, and only the injured Chen Sidao was left on the broken street, and he secretly exhaled and said self-deprecatingly: "It's really a great calamity and not dying! It's a pity that there is no future blessing!"

Forget it, I don't want to think about it, I can't beat others if I want revenge, and I should be beaten by others, so go home and recuperate!

When night falls, the dark mountains and forests seem so silent, and as long as the beasts in the distance come from a few whistling sounds from time to time, adding a few touches of horror and horror to the jungle at night!

Next to a small bonfire, Yiyuan Pan sat down, looking at the warm flames, and asked in a low voice, "Master, what is Yao Yutai?"

The dry evil son replied with a solemn face: "Taiyi Yuanjiao, also known as Tiandaoism, has a mausoleum, six Taiwans, nine palaces, and Yao Yutai is one of the six platforms, and the masters in it are like clouds!"

"Isn't it that the people who enter it are very powerful!"

"It's not absolute, the last thing to look at in the cultivation is yourself, but the talent of the people who can go inside must be very good. ”

"Oh, Master, is it a person who has no talent, is it really impossible to cultivate the way!"

"No, there are some exceptions, just like the Fifth Dao Venerable, legend has it that his talent is very average. However, after reaching a high realm, talent is not very important, that is, it depends on the feeling and application of the Tao. ”

Yiyuan was a little depressed, and thought to himself that he really couldn't do it?

muttered in a low voice, "Oh." ”

The dry evil son looked at Yiyuan's expression in his eyes, comforted and said, "It is impossible to pursue the best and strongest every time in life, as long as you have a clear conscience and be happy." If you can't grasp your fate, then grasp your own mind and laugh to your heart's content. ”

The dry evil son continued, "Master doesn't ask you to achieve much, as long as you don't give up your determination to move forward, I'm very happy!"

Yiyuan nodded resolutely.

"But then again, if you don't hurry up your cultivation, how can mortals pursue a higher realm if they live for a hundred years and pass by in a hurry. The Dry Evil Son said earnestly.

As the night deepened, Yiyuan exhaled according to the method taught by the master, tried hard to feel the aura between heaven and earth, escaped from delusional desires, entered a trance-like state, realized the root of things, and intercepted the true spirit from the outer yang and the void to my way.

In a state of confusion, Yiyuan thought of the stars in the sky again, different points, connected into different lines, between the lines are not exactly the rules of the avenue, Yiyuan felt that there is a mixed air flow in the body constantly, this air flow is different from the warm current during the day, but it is very comfortable.

Silently reciting the general recipe of cultivation in his mouth, how the Dao Qi in the body runs with the Dao, then you might as well follow the changing trajectory of the stars, run in your own body, think of the various things you have encountered recently, and that feeling makes your feelings about the Tao more profound.

The rapid surge of aura in the body depicts one after another crystal bright star map, the heaven and earth vibrate in an instant, the stars in the night sky continue to tremble, and the stars condense the brightest stars, turning into the brightest star shower and flying towards one yuan, which is like day in an instant, and the vitality is surging wildly in an instant, and the beasts are crawling in an instant.

At this moment, Yiyuan can't say this kind of mysterious, unclear state, only feels that his spirit and body are clear, like a drop of pure and transparent water, thoughtless, desireless, nameless.

From the state of meditation, the dry evil son was stunned to see the scene in front of him, the starlight in the sky, the chaotic vitality, and his disciples sat quietly in the meantime, like the darling of heaven and earth.

Is this really his own apprentice? Is his talent really bad? The Dry Evil Man couldn't help but have deep doubts in his heart!

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