In the Heart Cultivation Pavilion, many Zhuji True Cultivators all focused their eyes on Mo Fei.

The monks of the three mountains and five mountains who came to participate in this celebration are all relatively advanced in cultivation and have profound cultivation skills, otherwise, if they do not have their own minds, they will definitely panic and behave in a disorderly manner when they hear such shocking news.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Brother Mo, you are the leader among the monks of the Xuanmen Sect, and you are also a true disciple of Daoyin a thousand years ago, whether it is the breadth of knowledge or the depth of skill, it is not comparable to us, we are willing to obey the dispatch of Brother Mo Dao and spend the catastrophe together.

It was Guo Daozhen, the old viewer of the Taoist ancestral court Baiyun Temple in Jinghua City, who spoke.

This old Taoist priest with kind eyebrows, crane hair and childish face, and elegant demeanor is the earliest surviving monk in the Xuanmen in the late stage of foundation building. For the entire Taoist, it is a figure like Taishan Beidou, and his fame and prestige are very great.

In addition, the old Taoist priest is also the president of the Huaxia Taoist Association, and his words are naturally full of weight. Many monks around listened to Guo Daozhen's words and bowed their heads one after another, expressing their approval.

"Yes, what Brother Guo said is exactly what I want, and I hope that Brother Mo will preside over the overall situation."

Zhang Yuzheng, the little Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain on the side, also spoke.

Before Mo Fei was born, Guo Daozhen and Zhang Yuzheng were always called together. These two Xuanmen monks are one in the south and one in the north, one is true, and one is the same. The meaning of the two of them basically represents the overall meaning of the entire Xuanmen cultivation world.

Seeing that Guo Daozhen and Zhang Yuzheng, who had the highest cultivation and the most prestige in the scene, both spoke, other Xuanmen monks also spoke out one after another to express their approval and support.

Although I don't know when the catastrophe will happen and to what extent, seeing the grim attitude of Brother Mo Dao, Xu Zhenren, and Master Baojing, I can imagine that it must not be a trivial matter.

Besides, even Guo Daozhen and Zhang Yuzheng said so, and they naturally have no reason to object, maybe these two Taoist masters also know what the inside story of the Dao is true, after all, one is the master of the ancestral court of the Quanzhen Taoist family, and the other is the contemporary master of the Zhengyi faction, and the weight of the words of these two people is naturally not comparable to others.

In the Heart Cultivation Pavilion, the three mountains and five mountains, and the Zhuji True Cultivators of each sect and sect looked at each other, and arched their hands in unison: "I also hope that Brother Mo Dao will pity the Hongchen sentient beings, inherit the immortal Dao, and teach me the method of breaking the calamity." ”

Hearing the words of all the Taoist friends, Mo Fei couldn't help but smile bitterly. Providence is not humanly possible.

If it was really so easy to crack, Pan Shizheng Pan Zhenren, the ancestor of the Yuxiao View vein thousands of years ago, would not have been counterattacked by the Heavenly Dao, and was forced to soar.

His own master, Dao Yin Zhenren, has cultivated to the earth-shattering and walks alone in the world, isn't it because of the immortal calamity, but at the top of Yuxiao Peak, he will meet the ten friends of the immortals and fly to the upper realm.

If you don't become an immortal, you will eventually become ashes, and under the way of heaven, there are ants. Even if you have the power of becoming a true immortal, it is not necessarily completely free. Thinking of this, Mo Fei couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Raising his head, he looked around, and saw that in the Heart Cultivation Pavilion, many Xuanmen Daoists were looking at themselves with anticipation.

Although his heart is pure, pure as glass crystal, light and not stained with dust, but in the face of the eyes of many colleagues who trust and expect, his heart is not completely untouched, as if a small pebble has been thrown into the calm lake, and there are layers of ripples, and it seems that there is a sense of responsibility and mission unconsciously breeding in his heart.

Thinking of this, Mo Fei hugged his fists to the Daoists in the pavilion and said: "Fellow Daoists, thanks to everyone's love, Mo Fei is really ashamed. This is a major event of my Xuanmen, a major event of the red world, and Mo Feiyan dares not to do his best. ”

Mo Fei looked around, the monks who came to participate in the advanced celebration of the old Taoist priest Xu Xinyou were all the leaders in the palaces, either the master or the host, all of them were the power of one party.

In this period of the end of the Dharma when the immortal road is cut off, to be able to achieve the foundation building Dao fruit, all of them are extremely talented, with great perseverance, great perseverance, qualifications, understanding, and heart, all of which are excellent, otherwise they would definitely not have such achievements.

The immortal road is cut off, there is no way forward, and above the Shenzhou, there are no more resident immortals.

Many Xuanmen monks, every time they reach the foundation, they are walking in the middle of nowhere, and how many people with aspiring immortals are buried in the green mountains. How many people have cultivated the mantle of the Dao throughout their lives, not to become immortals, but to hope that the Xuanmen lineage will be passed on endlessly.

For thousands of years, I don't know how many amazing and brilliant people have become immortals, and they have disappeared into the long river of time and time, turning into a handful of loess, scattered in the world and the world, returning to nothingness, and turning into flowing water all their lives.

I wonder where I will be in a few years?

Now the immortal road is red and dusty, and the catastrophe occurs, like the angry waves of the sea, and the waves follow each other, so that the already precarious Xuanmen inheritance is like a candle in the wind, a flat boat on the sea, and I don't know when, there will be a doom.

Thinking of the advice and expectation of the teacher Daoyin when he soared on the Jade Sky Peak, looking at the dependence and heart imprint of many Taoist friends in front of him, Mo Fei's heart was heavy, and at the same time, there seemed to be an irrepressible passion in his heart that sprouted little by little, brewed, and erupted.

Cultivating immortals is to go against the sky, and since embarking on the path of immortals, we must be prepared to face all kinds of crises that will arise at any time.

This is a race against the sky, against time, breaking the shackles of heaven and earth, breaking through the limits of the human body, this is a war without gunpowder.

Thinking of this, Mo Fei felt a sense of pride in his heart, and he hugged his fists and arched his hand to the many fellow Xuanmen people around him: "Fellow Daoists, our Taoist Xuanmen lineage, what we pursue is freedom and leisure, for the faith and persistence in our hearts, Mo Fei is willing to advance and retreat with all the monarchs." (To be continued......)