On the grasslands of northern Xinjiang, the sky has shown a strange pale blue color for more than ten days, which is pure and makes people feel terrible from the bottom of their hearts, just like in spring, in the thinnest river, the thinnest piece of ice, placed in the sun, looks extremely transparent and thin, as if it may break at any time.

Then the sky will crack down, and billions of clouds will fall, forming an infinite whirlwind that will sweep across the grasslands, tents, rivers, cattle and sheep, and harvest the lives of all living beings.

This will be the wrath of the gods.

In these days, the herdsmen spontaneously prayed to the gods every day, looking down from the sky, covering the rolling grassland with snow, one by one black dots, kneeling densely on the grassland, prostrate on the ground with their arms outstretched, their dark faces bent down by the uncovered sun of the grassland, their foreheads knocked on the grass, and the ice and snow were in contact, full of piety and obedience.

In the golden tent of Northern Xinjiang, the king of the Northern Huns raised the golden wine glass in his hand, and next to him was the pale-haired Mr. Xia, the king of the Northern Huns smiled boldly and cheerfully, and said: "Mr.'s magical powers are really powerful, not a layman like me can understand, but he can actually lead the gods of heaven down to the earth." ”

"With such a god, my army will definitely be able to break through the garrison of Great Qin."

"When the time comes, I will build an attic taller than Fufeng Tower in the most fertile land of the Central Plains for prayer, and every day there will be the freshest ingredients, and the purest and most beautiful maidens will be worshipped, so that the glory of God will be sung in the world for a thousand years."

Mr. Xia drank the wine and said:

"It's just these people, it's not enough to counterattack the Central Plains."

"If you want to truly bring the Central Plains under your rule, you need to completely open the passage to the heavens, so that the celestial soldiers who are in charge of the battle will come to the world and fall directly in the palace of the emperor of Qin, so that the emperor of Qin will bow down and be a vassal, and if you don't want to, kill the emperor."

"The unification of the Central Plains is only less than 30 years, and the emperor collapses, and civil strife will inevitably occur."

"At that time, I was persuading the seventy-two pillar states to support troops and establish themselves as kings, so that all parts of the Central Plains fought separately, just like a plate of scattered sand, and when the time came, the king would be able to send troops from the north of Xinjiang, and he would be able to drive straight into the country and easily occupy a place in the Central Plains."

The King of the Northern Huns raised his wine glass and said:

"Mr. Xia's guidance, I take it to heart, but I don't know how to make the Heavenly Palace soldiers descend to earth?"

The white-haired man said:

"There's still something missing, and we can't open the passage."

"The suppression of the heavenly machine left on Penglai Island is too serious, and if you want to act as I said, you still need to have a road sign to replace Penglai Island."

The king of the Northern Hun said: "Mr. is talking about Kunlun Mountain?" ”

The white-haired man replied with a smile: "Naturally not, the one on Kunlun Mountain...... Even if you are not on the mountain now, you can't easily disturb it, the road sign is just to inform the people of the upper realm that the location of the Central Plains in the world does not have to be Lingshan Lingdao. ”

The King of the Northern Huns was thoughtful, and Mr. Xia smiled slightly and said:

"If it is not the Spirit Mountain Spiritual Dao, a person with extraordinary talent is enough to use it as a material for a road mark."

"I've been traveling in the Central Plains for a long time."

"In this generation, there are two people in total, who can be used as a landmark of the two realms."

The King of the Northern Hun became more and more vigilant about the person in front of him, and at the same time knew that although the scholar in front of him was speaking lightly, the person who could be used as a landmark of the Two Realms would never end well.

Although he thought so in his heart, his face was still arrogant, and he said:

"If you need anything, sir, please feel free to speak."

"Although there are not as many products on the grassland as in the Central Plains, our warriors who are not afraid of death will not be fewer than the people in the Central Plains, and everyone can die for Mr.'s plan without complaining."

Mr. Xia said:

"Don't bother the king."

"I have already asked a few Heavenly Palace's Heavenly Beings to use as a road marker, and there is no need to fight."

"We wait, we have our own means."

…………………

Because the size of that bear is getting bigger and bigger day by day, although the old Taoist priest knows that this thing has been cultivated to have the same temperament as a domestic cat and a dog, but when a person sees such a swaggering beast appearing on the avenue, he will be scared to the head of the skull.

There is no way, in order to make less trouble, the old Taoist priest can only pick some paths that ordinary people do not take, or take advantage of the misty night to hurry, although lonely and lonely, but there are not so many fun, but the old Taoist looked at the black bear, thinking that it will grow bigger and bigger in the future, and the belly will get bigger and bigger, so it is not very easy to raise.

Such a beast has to eat too much every day.

Fortunately, the Daomen family has a great cause, and they can't starve this evil animal.

The old man shook his head with a sigh, and a certain sense of happiness rose in his heart, if this is a poor and sour branch on the mountain, where can such a monster be fed? I've been poor for a long time.

And this thing feels like it's growing bigger and bigger every day, and it's getting bigger and bigger every day.

This is not going to happen.

Or maybe he thought that decades later, Zhang Tingyun's appearance of a black bear like a small hill with teeth and claws was too terrifying, the old man's forehead twitched, and then he turned his head to look at Zhang Tingyun, who was sitting on the bear's back and quietly smoothing the hair on the back of the bear's neck, coughed dryly, and said in that kind of negotiating tone:

"Listen to the clouds, Master, I heard that eating meat often is easy to get sick, affecting the body, and it will become fat, I see that this big black is getting fatter and fatter, let's give it more vegetables and radishes, beans and sprouts and the like, meat, just eat less?"

Zhang Tingyun raised his head, thought about it seriously, and then hummed lightly and lowered his head.

The old Taoist priest grinned.

The black bear's movements were slightly sluggish, but because it was his master who let go, he could only continue to move forward, such an action did not hide from the old Taoist, and the old man sighed in his heart that it had gradually transformed from an ordinary beast into a strange beast that knew human nature, and I am afraid that the life span would not be as short as that of an ordinary black bear.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest's footsteps suddenly paused slightly.

He was originally following the black bear in parallel, but when he stopped, the two wide sleeves of the Mai robe fluttered forward, and the old man's original amiable appearance suddenly became fierce, and his left hand stretched out to protect the black bear that suddenly showed its fangs, as well as Zhang Tingyun on the black bear's back.

The right hand was stretched out, and the five fingers were slightly clasped together in the void.

It was as if he held a piece of heaven and earth in the palm of his hand in an instant.

Like the crisp sound of breaking a glass cup.

Five steps before the old man, the space in a radius of three zhang seemed to freeze into ice, and then shattered inch by inch, and fell to the ground together, and there was a talisman covered with dragon patterns, which could not be seen originally, but after being crushed by the old Taoist priest at this moment, it was clearly visible.

The ornaments on it are extremely complicated, and all of them are ancient Taoist symbols, which are completely different from the kind that have been changed by generations of Taoist ancestors today.

But the old man still recognized the core part of it.

Taishan Mansion Jun Festival.

Anger rose in Lao Dao's eyes, and at the same time, he heard a crisp sound, not far from the two of them, several men in simple clothes appeared, the first one was stunned, and a finger was full of spiritual charm, obviously a rare artifact similar to a divine soldier was already covered with ice cracks.

The man didn't care about the treasure in his hand, which was rare even in the Heavenly Palace, and his eyes just looked at Zhang Tingyun, who was protected by Taishang, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and blurted out:

"The Dao Body of Heavenly Transformation?"

"There is such a physique in the world?!"

A man behind him with white sideburns and a frosty look in his eyes was also full of joy, and sighed:

"Heavenly machine is sometimes reincarnated as a human being, born without kissing parents, long but not close to friends, participating in the ruthless avenue, can go all the way unimpeded, but twenty years can reach the realm of immortals, ruthless, selfless, fearless, fearless, compassionate, compassionate, no anxiety in the heart, is the person who implements the way of heaven, and is also a soldier who is rare in a thousand years."

"It can be described as a natural immortal weapon, and it is even more on top of many magic weapons."

"I never thought I would be able to get this thing, my trip is worthwhile."

Zhang Tingyun, who was playing with the long fur of the bear, still had quiet eyes like a clear night sky, but a pair of small hands grabbed the bear's hair a little harder, the black bear bared its teeth, and its mouth showed cold fangs like daggers.

The man at the head retracted his gaze, and only then did he look at the old man in front of Zhang Tingyun, his eyes were flat as if he was overlooking an ant, and said casually: "Are you a person from the Dao Gate of the world?" The Dao Gate is just a sacrifice to our people, and at this moment quickly retreat, I don't blame you for being rude, otherwise the heavenly power will descend and leave your bones behind. ”

But when he saw the old man spitting, he wanted to see a madman, and scolded:

"Where did the madman come from? Fuck your shit, get out of here! ”

"If you don't leave, the old Taoist priest is not polite to you!"

The celestial beings from the heavens said plainly:

"I am an immortal in the sky, although you have eyes, you can't recognize real people."

"Give me the man behind you."

"I look at your weather, at that time, you continued to nourish qi and store qi, only to extend your life for a year, you can't withstand the slightest twists and turns, a slight disaster, it is like a breath, it must be dissipated in a moment, and you will die here, isn't it a pity? What's more, can you have the strength to survive with this? ”

"It's a pity, although you are a cultivator, you don't know how to avoid the disaster of swords and soldiers, and the number of life expectancy of the disciples is not short-sighted?"

The old Taoist priest was full of disgust and said:

"your fart."

The old man raised his hand and touched Zhang Tingyun's hair, and said with a smile as usual:

"Apprentice, you take two steps first, and when Master and I clean up these people whose brains have been photographed by the big black, we will go to you again, and let's eat Yangchun noodles today."

"You can go earlier and order a poached egg for Master."

Zhang Tingyun looked at him and nodded quietly.

The black bear had already felt a strong crisis in such a situation, the old Taoist priest stood in front, stopped the qi that made it feel afraid, and ran out towards the front regardless of it at the moment, but those few people did not stop it, and waited until Zhang Tingyun walked away, and said calmly for the first day:

"The Taoist Tong Zaohui incarnated by Tianji, but she didn't stay with you, this is ruthless."

The old Taoist priest scratched his ears, looked at the celestial beings with pity on his face, and said:

"My apprentice Zaohui I know, but Zaohui is not stupid, do you know?"

"Knowing that there is going to be a fight, isn't it a distraction to stay here? How much solid eyes do you have to have to do this kind of thing? ”

The leader did not take this old man in linen clothes in his eyes, wearing a blue and white official robe, wearing a white jade lotus crown, stepping on mango shoes, a jade bamboo sword at his waist, his right hand was stretched out, his palm was white and slender, extending to the direction where Zhang Tingyun left, and said slowly:

"Please Zhuo Lu, the two heavenly generals of the Flying Soul will take down the embryo of that soldier."

Behind him, two people wearing gold armor, saluted respectfully, and said:

"Venerable Immortal Monarch's Decree."

Two figures stretched out, and auspicious clouds rose under their feet.

But it stopped abruptly in the next moment.

The old Taoist priest wearing a sackcloth robe, a little unkempt, stretched out his hand, and stopped the two heavenly generals wearing simple armor, and the huge and pure Dao Gate Qi was drumming, blocking the two of them from life, and then looked at the celestial people in front of him, looked at the man who was called the immortal monarch by the rest of the celestials, smiled and said:

"As long as the old Taoist priest is still here, you don't want to take another step."

A tall and gold-armored Heavenly General seemed to be angry because he was stopped by a mere mortal in his eyes, and he scolded loudly: "A mere mortal Daoist, you dare to make a move against a celestial?!" ”

"Don't retreat quickly, otherwise I will definitely cut off the three flowers on your top and teach you not to be born forever!"

The old Taoist priest turned his head to look at the golden-armored god general and said:

"You cut it?"

"Humph!"

The golden armor god snorted coldly, the momentum on his body continued to rise, and even his skin exuded a faint golden light, obviously extremely hard, stepping into the air, unlike the powerful warriors in the world, when he stepped into the air, an auspicious cloud was condensed under his feet, and he held the golden pagoda iron gong with both hands, and he was impressive, he was really a god in the sky, and Tai Sui on the earth.

Just as he immediately swept past the old Taoist priest, the old man's right hand under the wide sleeved robe was gently clasped.

Just like Fang Cai, the Heaven and Earth Qi Machine with a radius of three zhang was stripped away, and then shattered, and the Heavenly Machine and the Qi Machine conceptually returned to the chaotic state before the 'Yuan Shi', and the body of the Heavenly General wearing the golden armor instantly stiffened, and in the next moment, it was peeled off with the Qi Machine, and the whole person exploded into a ball of blood.

Return to the beginning.

I'm too high.

The old man looked at the blood on his palm, and the heavenly general next to him who was lucky to survive was almost broken, and retreated suddenly, Lao Dao gently wiped the blood on his hand on the sackcloth robe, and said:

"I just don't want her to let her see me like this."

He looked at the celestial beings and grinned, like a simple old farmer, or a neighbor's old man with a wrinkled face, as if he would reach into his arms at any time, take out a handful of peanuts, and make the child laugh out loud, but the words he said made his scalp tingle.

"Lao Dao has lived three Jiazi, three Jiazi."

"One hundred and eighty years, not always so easy to speak, but also old, knowing that the destiny of heaven is coming, life and death are withering, and the temper is getting better and better, a hundred years ago, the world was in chaos, and every country had the first place in the world."

"Do you really think that the position of my Dao Sect Ancestral Court is calculated by marriage for others?"

He raised his head and looked at the celestials faintly mentioned in the records of the Daomen, as if he was asking, as if asking himself, "Celestials?" Immortal? ”

He laughed and said:

"We are waiting for the Daomen, the way of heaven, humanity, the avenue, generations of ancestors, from Laozi Zhuangzi, those who seek are free, those who seek are free, those who seek are free, those who seek are detached, how can they ever seek to live forever? Later generations pressed the so-called emperor position on my ancestor who imitated the emperors of the world, but have they ever asked them? ”

"The heavens and men are just dry bones in the grave to avoid disasters."

"Vainly trying to live between heaven and earth for a hundred more years, not knowing the things of life and death, taking bait and avoiding disaster, can you know the real human realm of not knowing the joy of life and the evil death?"

The old man took three steps forward.

The first step seems to sink the earth, everyone feels that the body is suddenly heavy, the second step around the tangible air flow converges, into a circling wind, the earth is heavy, the sky gives birth to the wind, the wind hovers from the limit, but from the wind gives birth to a stream of fire, the sky is full of water vapor, such as a dragon walking clouds and rain.

It has not been like those top martial artists who have hundreds of miles of visions at every turn, involving snow-capped mountains and flying snow, the three sects of Taoism, and pay more attention to others, not big, not wide, but seek its lofty, the third step out, the earth, water, wind and fire are all dispersed, and the original meaning of chaos emerges.

The pupils of the celestial beings known as the Immortal Monarch suddenly contracted.

The old Taoist priest in front said plainly:

"You just said that there is only less than a year of Shouyuan left, you are wrong."

He smiled.

"It's not that there's only one year left, it's that there's still a full year to live."

The old man raised his hand and held the pine crown on his hair bun, and the momentum of the whole person was instantly raised, like the tilt of the mountains, like the beginning of all things, all things were not born, chaotic, Taishang, the ancient nameless king, for the Tao.

The old man made a gesture and said flatly:

"Daomen, Taishang."

PS: Today's update presents ..........

Because yesterday although Kavin,But there is still a little bit of something written out.,Today's update is relatively early.,The last part of the update will be unstable.,Sometimes more,Sometimes less.,The main thing is to end well~。