Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain, and there lived an old monk and a little monk in the temple.

The old monk is not old, but the little monk is called so. The little monk is twelve years old, named Xia Ye.

On this day, the old monk sat alone in the small courtyard and suddenly called the little monk to him.

"I'm probably going to die. The old monk said suddenly.

"Don't tease, Master. Xia Ye picked up the rotten wood beside the old monk.

Rotten wood cannot be carved, and the master scolded him when he was angry. So he gave the name to the ebony that the old monk used to play with.

The rotten wood is immortal, three inches long, with thick fingers, and there is a faint flasher of light on the appearance, as warm as usual, like ...... Girl's skin.

Well, this is the description of the old monk master, Xia Ye always feels weird.

It's nothing, anyway, for as long as he can remember, the old monk often said things that were incompatible with others.

As for the luster on the rotten wood, the old monk said that this is called pulp, and it is only available when you play with it.

This piece of rotten wood is said to have been played with by him for three hundred years.

"Natsuno...... Xia Ye ......," the old monk muttered to himself.

Xia Ye looked up, the old monk rarely called his name, and he took a bunch of messy nicknames, and what he shouted was all based on his mood.

The most popular is "Ikyu". The old monk said that it meant that he didn't do anything, so he didn't care.

"What, Master?"

The old monk ignored it, just looked up at the vast starry sky, and couldn't see his expression.

"Master, are you pretending to be B?" asked Natsuno. After listening to it a lot, I naturally know the meaning of the word B.

"As a teacher, I am thinking about life. ”

"That's still pretending to be B. The little monk pouted.

The word pretending to be B has a long history and comes from the hometown of the old monk master.

The old monk Master once said that his hometown is called the earth, and he is quietly hidden in the stars in the sky, like the eyes of his parents, gazing at him lovingly.

The old monk Master also said that there is heaven outside the sky, and there are immortals, and if he becomes a god, he can go home.

"Master, when are you going to be an immortal?" Xia Ye asked.

The master also said that a person who has attained the Tao of the chicken dog ascends to heaven, and the master has become an immortal, so he can naturally follow the master to live happily, which is much happier than this small temple.

"I don't know, but Master may want to kill someone now. ”

Before the little monk could understand this sentence, he was horrified to find that after a slight dizziness, his body seemed to be slowly ...... Get bigger.

The courtyard gate in front, the deep well on the right, the vegetable garden on the left, the log cabin behind him, and the oppressive black clouds in the sky are gradually getting smaller in the eyes, but they are getting closer and closer, and the old peach tree in the corner of the outer wall is already within reach.

After an instant, the little monk realized that it was not people who were changing, but the world centered on them was changing.

These familiar scenes, as if driven by some kind of drive, squeezed towards them.

With strange malice, to drown them in the center.

The little monk subconsciously raised his head and looked at the old monk.

The old monk was still looking up at the sky at a perfect angle of forty-five, his eyes slightly closed, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Master, don't pretend to be B anymore. Something is seriously wrong, let's talk about it. The little monk shouted in his heart.

It's horrible, but it doesn't seem that bad. The crowded scenery slowly stayed one foot away from the two of them, and they were not allowed to enter an inch, as if an invisible barrier separated them. Then it began to twist, shatter, and eventually disappear. The surroundings were familiar again. It turned out to be just a fantasy.

The old monk took the little monk to the sky and hung straight to the clouds!

Six rays of light and shadow followed, and they stayed ten zhang away, encircling the two of them.

Six people!

Six immortals!

Only the immortals in the story of the old monk exist!

And the old monk seems to be such a god.

There was an immortal master who wanted to kill immortals, and Xia Ye suddenly felt less afraid.

With Master by your side, you will have peace of mind.

He even took the time to admire the blue sky above his head, the white clouds under his feet, and the vast expanse of the land through the cracks in the clouds.

Master, I have run away from home countless times to look for that immortal, isn't this riding a donkey to find a donkey?

There was wind on the clouds, and seven people stood in the air, their clothes fluttering.

The demeanor that the six people should have was all destroyed by that evil and dignified face at this moment.

As for the old monk, no matter how you pretend to be B, you can't pretend to be suave.

"The old man has been hidden in the mundane for 12 years, but I didn't expect to be found by you, I ......" The old monk's voice was low, his face was heavy, and he had a sense of farewell.

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the little monk in his arms with a tone of hatred for iron and steel: "Master, can we stop pretending?"

"Stinky boy! This is going to fight! Can you not spoil the atmosphere!" the old monk was a little angry.

This is a normal master, the little monk is relieved.

"Big Big Wolf! Less nonsense! Even if you are in the late stage of the Yuan Body, you will definitely die today!"

The little monk's heart was stirred! Big Big Wolf? Master still has such a majestic name?

Never heard of it.

Unheard.

"Six Yuan Body Cultivators and a Heaven Covering Great Array, you really look up to me. The old monk laughed.

"Do it!" the rest of the people stopped talking nonsense and shot out together.

Six rays of Xuanguang, with the aura of destroying the world and destroying the world, rushed from six different directions.

Only Xia Ye heard the master's soft murmur: "So, what about the Yuan Shen Period?"

A golden bell rose from the old monk's hand, and a brilliant glow fell from the nine skies, covering the two of them in the middle for an instant.

Six breaths hit the glow, silent. The clouds under their feet, the wind on their sides, became furious, turning wildly, enveloping the two of them, forming a huge whirlpool. The glow protecting the two of them kept flickering, as if it was about to burst, but it finally held on.

The old monk made a move.

Xia Ye was shocked when he saw him pinching the trick with both hands, and hurriedly grabbed the old monk's shirt tightly.

Don't let go, Master, I'll fall!

This terrible consequence did not appear, and there was an invisible force supporting him.

"I have a finger, the wind supports the willows. The old monk spoke softly.

One finger points to the swirling storm.

The manic storm was calmed by the breeze, and gradually calmed down.

"I have a finger to hoe the fields. The old monk spoke again.

Point one finger downwards.

There is an emerald green breath, rushing from the vast underneath, with a cheerful atmosphere, and then condensing and condensing to the old monk's fingers.

The emerald green qi gathered on the two of them in an instant, forming a barrier again, and the previous storm disappeared without a trace.

And at this moment, the glow that protected them disappeared, and the golden bell that was sacrificed fell, and the bell body was cracked, and it fell straight to the earth.

Seeing this, the other six disappeared in their own form.

There was a person in the back, holding the red sword, and thousands of sword shadows merged into one, with an incomparable sword aura, straight into the monk's vest.

The monk turned a blind eye and just twisted his hand.

There was a person on it, the giant axe opened the way, the blade of the axe was cold and cold, the closer it became, the bigger it became, like a huge thunder in the nine heavens, smashing straight towards the top of the monk's head.

The monk turned a blind eye and just twisted his hand.

There was a person in front of him, standing in the air, like Yue Zhenyuan, but there was a talisman in his hand that suddenly came, straight to the door of the two people.

"I have a finger to bully the wind and rain. The old monk pointed out and divided into three directions.

The sword qi dispersed, the axe shadow fell, and the talisman disappeared.

"Covering the sky!" At this time, three other voices shouted at the same time.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, like a black man, like a black man, like a night that came instantly. Countless invisible killing qi surged in from all around.

"I have a finger, Broken River Mountain!" the old monk raised his voice and slashed through the air with one finger.

The visions were scattered, and the four Saturdays were clearly visible.

"You...... Yuan Shen Stage!" one of the monks was terrified when he saw this, and his voice trembled a little.

"Yuan Shen Period!"

He used a secret method to forcibly raise his cultivation to the Yuan Shen stage. ”

Everyone is afraid.

Scattered and fled.

"I have a finger, immortals, people, kneeling !!" The old monk's face was full of blood, his eyes were wide open, and he was dressed in a monk's robe without wind.

The sound permeated the heavens and the earth like thunder.

A finger stretched out, and the aura of heaven and earth was stagnant, and then the water entered the silver bottle and gathered wildly.

Then it slowly pointed, pointing to the sky.

Suddenly, the murderous aura filled the air, and the old monk's fingertips came out.

Between heaven and earth, there are shadows.

The six scattered and fled figures were stunned.

One of them decisively sacrificed a talisman, which could be teleported thousands of miles before being shrouded by the shadow of the finger.

The rest of the people are like mortal enemies, and they have exhausted their magic weapons and methods, and they will cultivate to the extreme, trying to find a glimmer of life under the shadow of their fingers.

"Poof!" The person who had recently been the weakest in cultivation was finally broken through the defensive barrier by a finger shadow and pointed between his forehead.

Then, like a rootless autumn leaf, it falls downward.

"Poof!" Another person's magic weapon was broken, so he had to concentrate on cultivation and squeeze it out with one punch.

Fists shattered, people died.

The other three are still like boats in a hurricane, struggling to hold on.

This kind of immortal method, Xia Ye was thrilled to see it, and he couldn't wait to applaud the old monk's divine might.

Master, it seems that I will be impressed with you in the future.

Can't get naughty anymore.

It can't be too big or too small.

Hey, why are there more and more cracks in the monk's robe?

Doubts raised their heads, and their hearts and gallbladders were shattered in an instant.

The old monk's eyebrows and beard are all white, and his face is bloodless, but there is bright red blood, which flows out of the old monk's seven orifices, forming a stark contrast.

He no longer cared about disturbing Master's spell casting, and shouted, "Master, Master, don't fight, let's stop fighting!"