On the top of a towering mountain peak in the depths of the prison mountain, an old Taoist dressed in a sackcloth robe and straw sandals at his feet twitched a few times when he saw the white light that pierced through the clouds and connected the sky and the earth.

"What a ruthless junior, is it because I'm old that I'm being bullied and don't do anything?"

Under the entanglement of Xuyuan Daojun, he tore off a few beards.

"Uncle Shi, there is a letter from the Oriental family!"

At this moment, a middle-aged Taoist priest with extraordinary bearing came to the front, if there is a high-level leader of the Great Song Dynasty here, he will definitely recognize that he is the contemporary head of the Taiqing Palace - Ling Xiaozi!

"This family is full of copper smelly people, but it is a good calculation, get people to the Middle Tang Dynasty, the emperor is far away, even if something happens, no one can help!"

Xuyuan Daojun looked at the jade handed over, read it casually, and crushed it with disdain.

Ling Xiaozi looked at his nose and nose, his nose looked at his heart, and he didn't pick up the stubble, he didn't want to intervene in such things, so it was better to let the elders deal with it themselves.

"Maybe the period of the Hidden Dragon Ascension Abyss has arrived, and this kid is a master who can toss, let him go to Zhongtang to bring trouble to others!"

The sun, moon and stars in the eyes of the Void Yuan Dao Monarch turned, and he made a decision in an instant.

"Obey my uncle's orders!"

Ling Xiaozi bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

"How can it not be calculated? Even if this kid is covered by those old guys, he shouldn't be so disordered, and he can't even find any trace in the heavenly machine, what is the reason?"

The five fingers of his right hand under the Dao robe of the Void Yuan Dao Monarch pinched back and forth at a dazzling speed, but what made this Saint Monarch more and more entangled was that he couldn't get any clues at all.

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At the same time, Nanyang Prefecture, which is adjacent to the Great Song Dynasty and the Middle Tang Dynasty, is located in the middle and upper reaches of the Luohe River that flows through it since ancient times, and in the richest Luoning County, there is an unknown void space.

A streamer of light ignored the obstacles of heaven and earth, and entered one of the misty valleys in a flash, where it was an ancestral hall-like building.

The streamer entered it, went straight to the top of countless spiritual positions, turned into an ancient clumsy scroll, and quietly landed on the offering table.

"What a vicious method!"

Under the offering table, an old man with white beard and white hair looked at the ignorant and crystalline villain who walked out of the end of the scroll in a daze.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that this villain is exactly the same as Luo Longsheng, but his expression is sluggish, his breath is unstable, and he seems to be about to collapse at any time.

It was Luo Longsheng's primordial god, but most of it was destroyed, and his spirit was gone!

The old man's face was gloomy, and he bowed respectfully to the scroll, and then took out an ironwood box with mysterious runes engraved on it, pasted the villain with a talisman that looked like a piece of dry yellow straw paper, put it into the wooden box, and put it into the right sleeve.

"Little Liu'er, don't worry, your father won't let you die! There are not many others in the family, but there are many people, and there are people at the end of the side branches, and they will definitely be able to find a suitable furnace shell for you!"

The old man patted his cuffs and said coldly.

For a time in the ancestral hall, the wind gusted, like hell, which made people shudder.

"Ancestor, letter from Golden Scale!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man appeared at the door of the ancestral hall.

"Say!"

The old man didn't reply.

"Jin Liang said that he could send that person to the Middle Tang Dynasty!"

The middle-aged man said respectfully.

"Zhong Tang, you want to borrow Zhong Tang's hand to get rid of that little mongrel, the golden scales are a good plan, the Lu family's opponent in the Zhong Tang Dynasty is not simple!"

The old man looked coldly, waved his hand and said, "You reply to the golden scales, the old man is approved, but what he promised must be doubled, otherwise the old man will deal with him with his own hands!"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man was shocked and retreated respectfully.

"Hmph, since the cause and effect have been formed, we should cut through the mess quickly, and when we are broken, we will continue to suffer from it, this is the harm of indecision!

You are calculating and calculating one by one, and no one is willing to make a move until now, the body of the little Liu'er who is the victim is destroyed, and the old man will fulfill you, but if you can't do it, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

The old man's murmur continued to echo in the ancestral hall for a long time.

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Almost at the same time, in the cave at the bottom of Anshan Lake, the old drunkard with a wine trough nose turned over, muttered again and again, knocked over several wine jars, and in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, most of the residences of several half-holy demon clan spirit officials collapsed.

It is said that it was a few dragon turtles who woke up and got up too angry, and some of the juniors of these demon clan spirit officials did not open their eyes and hit the muzzle of the gun.

In the Liantian Peak of Songshan Mountain, in front of a dilapidated ancient temple, the old monk who was sprinkling and sweeping, suddenly swept the broom in his hand, and swept a few fallen leaves, dozens of temples under the command of the Taiqing Palace, destroyed in one fell swoop, and the strange thing is that no one was killed or injured!

An old cow nose rushed out of the Taiqing Palace with a menacing attitude, went straight to Songshan, ran to the gate of Shaolin Temple and jumped to his feet and scolded angrily, but was driven out of Songshan by several bald old monks, and even ran away from one of his shoes.

In the depths of Taihang, an old man as burly as a bear, with a face as black as the bottom of a pot, dressed in a leather robe, was tapping the vegetable garden, scratched his messy hair, and countless blood-black poisonous insects sprinkled out, roaring out, and went straight to Dongzhou.

It seems that he is still dissatisfied, and stomps his feet fiercely, hundreds of millions of miles away in Shoushan Mansion, Bohai County, Dongzhou, and the famous Shoushan blessed land, most of which collapsed, including the ancestral tomb of the Oriental family!

Before the Dongfang family could react, the little princess of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea went out to patrol the sea, which seemed to be too playful, causing the seawater to pour in, which strangely did not hurt the people, but poured the blessed land of Shoushan into Hubo.

The poor Dongfang family didn't even have time to collect the bones in the clan, and they were washed away.

Of course, things are far less terrible than the rumors, the Dongfang family is one of the four great dragon merchants in the world, and their ancestral tombs are naturally extremely important, but the damage to the underground spiritual veins is certain!

Moreover, the coming day is destined to be full of disasters and difficulties, this is the story of another time!

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For the occurrence of these turmoil, the high-level leaders of the Great Song Dynasty noticed that they were tired, and the strange Qi Qi was dumb, and no one made a sound, and even the temples only issued an edict to plead, and did not see actual action.

As for the people at the bottom, they have no influence at all, and they work at sunrise and rest at sunset, just like in the past.

And the initiator of all this, at this time, the old god entered Jiaoqin City, went straight to the teleportation hall, did not stop for half a moment, and returned to Yingdu City!

I didn't leave in a hurry, I went to a stronghold in the city, and saw a young man who was as rich as jade, handsome and extraordinary, and a little shy when he smiled!

"Grown up!"

Wu Ming's smile was full of relief.

In the past, Qingzhu was too inconspicuous, lame and blind, who would have thought that it was such a person, in just four years, who would have grown into a Tianjiao who fought for the grandmaster!

Killing the Zhang family, Qingzhu untied the knot, and finally took the Xueyang Jindan, restored his eyes and stump legs, this is a young man who is as resolute as iron, supporting his crippled body, and has achievements that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve in their lives.

Seeing the light again today, Qingzhu was also happy, kneeling respectfully, and his bright eyes were shining with reverence: "Please also ask the prince to take it in!"

"Where's that?"

Wu Ming picked him up, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a straight face, "Back then, you reported the news regardless of your safety and formed a fate, but now that you have a great revenge, don't you want to walk around and have a look?"

"Qingzhu knows that if there is no support in this life, it will be like a rootless duckweed, whether it is bamboo or pine, it cannot be without roots!"

Qingzhu's tone was calm, simple and clear.

"That's it!"

Wu Ming sighed in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Now that everything is over, you go to the south, don't be busy refusing first, these years, you have been trapped in one place, you should also go out for a walk, it will be helpful for your martial arts cultivation, find the secret thorn, tell him, I am going to lose my word, I am afraid I will not be able to do it in a short time! Let him rest assured, I will definitely do it for him."

And, keep an eye out for a few people!"

As he spoke, he took out his pen and ink, wrote a few letters, and handed them to Qingzhu.

Qingzhu was disappointed, but solemnly put it away and promised to get things done.

"Go ahead!"

After chatting a few more words, Wu Ming handed over a few treasures and a batch of cultivation resources to Qingzhu, and let him leave Yingdu City.

Now that Qingzhu's body has recovered, his cultivation is expected to go further, although it is a strong arm, Wu Ming does not want him to stay here.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings......

The capital was too calm, and the calmness made him feel a little palpitating, and he didn't even feel so depressed when he was ambushed by the demi-saint twice before and after.

Therefore, Wu Fu and Sang Jingjing went to Qinzhou, and the rest of the people were secretly sent out of the capital by him for various reasons, at least they would not stay around.

If it weren't for the nonsense, he couldn't come forward, and now he has the heart to find a place, and wait for the limelight to pass before coming out, even if he is scolded for being a turtle with a shrunken head!

Fortunately, the palace Nestle has already taken shape, and after the practice guidelines compiled by Wu Ming, there are many that can be taken on their own, and it is time to let them out.

It is precisely because of this that Honglian will leave the book and leave, and this woman's dependence on Wu Ming will never betray!

After staying in the stronghold for a long time, thinking about it carefully, and making sure that there were no omissions, Wu Ming left and rushed to Bailing Pavilion.

In any case, Hu Lai and Ye Tingxuan's life-and-death battle seems to be a personal grudge, but because of Wu Ming's deliberate guidance and the particularity of the Oriental family behind the Ye family, no matter how you look at it, it seems to have risen to the battle between the two major forces.

In Xu Qiulan's words, in the Bailing Pavilion, many people were dissatisfied with Wu Ming's approach.

This is in common sense, after all, there is nothing to do with no one's family, just because he accepted a disciple and fought with others, he had to make a feud with the Dongfang family, what is this called?

But everything has happened, and there is no room for turnaround!

When he saw Dongfang Zixuan outside the Bailing Pavilion, Wu Ming was not surprised at all, like an old friend who had not seen him for a long time, and stepped forward to say hello with a smile on his face.

"Hey!"

Wu Ming's tone was natural, his smile was sincere, and he couldn't find fault at all.

Dongfang Zixuan was angry, and she didn't know how to vent, stomped her feet, sat down with her lips pouted, and made tea silently.

After a while, the fragrance of tea overflowed, ding dong into the ears, there was a vision emerged, a drop of tea, like a pearl falling on a jade plate!

Just like back then, this woman's craftsmanship has grown again, and it has become more and more extraordinary, a few drops of hot tea gradually came out, not only did not hurt the weeds touched, but became more and more verdant and vibrant!

It's a pity that the tea is a burning piano and boiling cranes, and the goods that play the piano to the cow.