The spirit stone mine cave has returned to dead silence, the spirit stone seems to be countless stars hanging in the night, blooming with brilliant and dazzling light, but on the ground is weirdly lying dozens of flesh and blood bodies, all of them have hideous and terrifying expressions, as if they are addicted to the dream demon and can't extricate themselves.\\

Mo Wentian stepped forward with a cold expression, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he pinched out the law of the fiery Kungang in his hand, and those monks of the Yunzhou Hardware League burned violently, letting out bursts of heart-rending screams, and turned into cold ashes in an instant.

After that, Mo Wentian walked in front of Daode Zhenjun, stared at his cheeks, which were already white as death, frowned slightly, and slowly stretched out his left hand on the top of his head, and the indifferent cyan soft light gushed out in the palm of his hand, as if he had found a gap in the top of his head, and poured it into it continuously.

In an instant, the limbs of the Daode Zhenjun were bathed in the blue light, and the whole body suddenly shone brightly, as if the spring rain moistened all things, as if it was the morning star shining in the sky, under the moisturization of the cyan soft light, the Daode Zhenjun's face gradually regained its vitality, it seemed that the sea of knowledge was a little awake, and the heavy eyes were opened with great difficulty.

"Fellow Daoist...... Who is the Taoist friend? Why...... Why is it here? ”

A look of horror flashed in Daodaozhenjun's cloudy eyes, and as soon as he finished saying these two words, he couldn't help coughing lightly a few times, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead, obviously the severity of his injuries was beyond reparable.

"Daoyou is the true moral monarch of the merit gate, right? This seat is Mo Wentian, the head of Yunzhou Wuji Gate, and the Dao number Wuji Zhenjun. Mo Wentian frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "This is to Qingjiang City's Fog Hidden Peak, because I have received the guidance of the disciple Sanhua Zhenren. ”

"Sanhua real people?" Daode Zhenjun's gloomy face flashed with brilliance, and his voice said eagerly: "This sect was slaughtered by the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Gate, the merit true monarch fell and died on the spot, but the life and death of Sanhua Zhenren and hundreds of disciples are unknown, the old man escaped because he traveled abroad, and led the remnants of the disciples of this sect to guard the Wuyin Peak, always looking for their whereabouts, can you know some eyebrows of the Dao?" “

Mo Wentian nodded silently. He took out a piece of jade slip in the Nabao bag, presented it and said: "This is the transmission of Sanhua Zhenren's divine consciousness, and Taoist friends can check it and know it." ”

Daode Zhenjun's expression was a little dazed, he reached out with trembling hands to take the piece of jade slip, and slowly raised his hand to touch it on his forehead. This piece of jade is attached to the divine consciousness of Sanhua Zhenren. Others can't imitate it at all, and if it's not an important matter, they won't use it at all.

The piece of jade shone with a faint aura, but it was only for a moment. Then he completely lost his aura, turned into powder, and his face flushed, and he straightened up his fleshy body, and knelt on the ground with an excited expression.

"News of the reconstruction of Daxing City. The old man originally heard about it, but he didn't expect it to be done by Taoist friends, and he killed the Six Beasts True Monarch of the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, completely wiped out the evil cultivators entrenched in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, not only rescued hundreds of monks from this sect and Qingzhou, but also let hundreds of thousands of Li people get out of the devil's cave. The old man really couldn't thank him. ”

Dao Dao Zhenjun was seriously injured and disabled, and at this time, he forced out his words, and suddenly cold sweat fell, and blood stains came out of the corners of his mouth, obviously unbearable.

"Don't do that. What this gate does is only worthy of heaven and earth, and it is not as heroic and righteous as your door. Mo Wentian immediately helped him up, and said in a deep voice: "There are more than three hundred disciples of your sect. He was trapped in the Yin Prison of Ten Thousand Demon Mountains for several years, and his vitality was seriously damaged. can only heal and recuperate in Daxing City, but Daoyou don't need to worry. ”

Speaking of this, his voice paused slightly, and he continued: "This seat is guided by Sanhua Zhenren, so I went to Wuyin Peak to meet Zhenjun, but I didn't expect that it was a step too late, and your family had already fallen into such a sinister situation. ”

"Wei Jun Zhenren forcibly seized and wanted to take the Fog Hidden Peak for himself, how could this sect succumb to him? The old man even did not hesitate to blow up the golden pill by himself, but also to preserve the majesty of the merits. Daode Zhenjun's expression was a little gloomy, and he sighed and said: "But it's a pity that the old man is not long dead, but Weijun Zhenren is bound to not give up, and the spiritual veins of Wuyin Peak are afraid that it will be difficult to preserve, and the great sect of merit will decline." ”

As soon as his words fell, his face was already full of exhaustion, as if he had aged for decades in an instant, his cheeks were as furrowed as orange peel, his eyes were heavy and cloudy, and he was almost on the verge of death.

Although it is extremely difficult to fall at the stage of Jindan Zhenjun, after all, it is a self-detonation Jindan, and the lifelong essence and blood cultivation has come to naught, even if the physical body can survive for a period of time, but it has been hit hard, and it has already run out of oil.

Mo Wentian only felt a heavy heart, and said solemnly: "Fellow Daoists, don't worry for the time being, as long as there is this seat, you will definitely support the merit gate and return to its former glory." ”

His voice was categorical, and there was a convincing bearing in his tone, and Daode Zhenjun's face flushed even more, and he said with gratitude: "Daoist friends are the same as Benmen's kindness, and the old man really can't repay him, so he can only give away the two magical spells he has cultivated all his life, and I hope that Daoist friends can use them." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately stretched out his hand on his waist, took off the treasure bag and sent it forward, and said in a sincere tone: "Although the old man is Jindan Zhenjun, but he has practiced merit all his life, which can be described as a clean and poor, and there is only the magic power secret book of the merit and the Dharma body in the treasure bag. ”

Mo Wentian had a solemn look on his face, as if he had made an important choice, stepped forward and took the treasure bag in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoists, rest assured, the so-called Heavenly Dao has no relatives, only good people, the emperor has no relatives, only virtue is auxiliary, this seat will definitely cultivate merit and supernatural powers, and consult the good way to achieve great causes." ”

The true monarch of morality suddenly looked pleased, and there was a hint of joy in his gloomy eyes, others may not know something, but he knew that as long as he cultivated merit and supernatural powers, he would have merit and good thoughts in his heart, even if he was a murderer who was a traitor and a murderer, he would change imperceptibly, and eventually become a believer who abided by the good way.

And the Wuji True Monarch in front of him, even if he is a sanctimonious hypocrite, as long as he cultivates these two kinds of supernatural powers, he will change his nature, and naturally he has nothing to fear.

Daode Zhenjun let go of all his thoughts, took off the jade-colored ring on the fingers of his right hand, and said with a solemn expression: "Wuji Zhenjun, this immeasurable ring is the old man's token, the head entrusted the old man to take care of this thing, and seeing the ring is like seeing the master, now please accept this thing, so that you can call on the disciples of this sect." ”

Speaking of this time, the Daode Zhenjun seemed to be returning to the light, his face quickly flushed, his eyes flashed with essence, and he said with anticipation: "The Jindan Zhenjun of this door has fallen, I am afraid that it will decline and decline, and there is no place to stand in Qingzhou, I only hope to be able to submit to Wujimen, if the Taoist friends will achieve great things in the future, I hope to be able to continue the incense of the merit gate." ”

Mo asked Tianzhi that he was about to fall, but his mood was a little heavy, he took the immeasurable ring in his hands with both hands, and said solemnly: "Moral True Monarch, it's not this seat that boasts of Haikou, if the disciples of the Merit Gate are willing to submit to the Wuji Gate, not only will they have great achievements, but within two hundred years, they will definitely reproduce the past glory of the Merit Gate." ”

A look of relief flashed on Daode Zhenjun's face, as if he had let go of all his thoughts, and his head hung down heavily, and there was no longer any breath, until he was completely dead, his face was as peaceful as wanting to fall asleep.

Moral Zhenjun, Jindan Zhenjun, who enjoys supreme virtue in Qingzhou, the deputy head of the merit gate, after thousands of years of merit practice, read the vicissitudes of Qingzhou for thousands of years, and dedicated his life to the people of Jindan Zhenjun, but he fell in the spiritual vein of Wuyin Peak.

Mo Wentian's mood was inexplicably a little heavy, and he sighed gloomily, and put the corpse of the Daode Zhenjun in the Nabao bag, although the corpse of the Jindan Zhenjun was extremely replenished, but he would not use it to feed the spirit animal, the Daode Zhenjun did countless good deeds, and the cycle of karma was unpleasant, so it was natural to end up with a good home, and return the Sanhua Zhenren to be buried and return to the roots.

The spiritual vein has been dead and silent, and there is no sign of any life, although this mine is occupied by the merit gate, but there is no mine slave, it has been abandoned for several years, and it has not been mined for a long time, but the output of the spirit stone is extremely considerable.

Mo Wentian's psychology was naturally quite satisfied, and the center of the formal spiritual vein here was just convenient for relocation, so he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, and took out a sixth-order relocation talisman in the treasure bag, and was about to infuse the mana with all his strength, when his expression suddenly changed greatly.

Thirty or forty miles away, suddenly a powerful aura swept like lightning, as if it was thunder rolling over, tens of thousands of fierce beasts roared in the clouds, this person's cultivation was still above him.

Immediately, without any hesitation, he adjusted his spiritual power to the best state, frantically ran the golden pill, and poured mana into the talisman, and in a moment, the talisman burst into a dazzling light, as if to wrap his whole person in the light.

In an instant, the urn was suddenly slapped to the ground, the earth trembled wildly, and the spiritual veins seemed to sink into the boundless light curtain, transforming into flickering brilliance, and disappearing into the air in an instant.

The fog hidden peak shook slightly, but in a bang, it collapsed directly, turning into countless rocks and collapsing, and the clouds and mist that lingered around dispersed with the wind, and the originally towering peaks had been razed to the ground, becoming a ruins of rocky rocks.

And almost at the same time, the thunder exploded in the sky, and a gray-shirted man with a bronze mask suddenly descended here, standing on the lonely peak not far from the fog hidden peak, looking at the ruins in front of him thoughtfully, the powerful aura filled the heaven and earth, the thunder roared above his head, and the ground continued to crack in the sound.

ps: I'm sorry, I'm on a business trip, and I'm too busy to take care of code words!

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