The palms of the vine hands are bulging, and the golden light is shining. Before Tong Bolin could pierce the rattan hand, the other rattan hands fell one after another. Dao Mu deliberately left a flaw, and the vine hands were patted down without overlapping, and they scattered after the shooting.

"Die!" a dragon groan rang out, and a blinding golden light erupted from under the vine's hands.

The vine hand was shattered, and an inch of gold pierced through the heavy vine hand, passing through the head of Dao Mu, but it was a phantom body.

Dao Mu had already disappeared from the place where Tong Bolin was beaten, removed his skin and shielded his breath, and saw him with his hands around him, his head tilted, his face expressionless, and his eyes unwavering.

Tong Bolin recited a spell and pinched the sword trick and threw the scale sword. The dragon groaned and blew its ears, bursting in mid-air, and the gold dust was billions of dollars. Tong Bolin's hands were wide open, and the gold was powdered into golden light, densely covering the sky and the earth, cutting vines, interspersed with Taoist pastors.

Dao Mu walked blindly on the drunkard, and the golden light was like a stream. I don't know if Daomu is dodging, or if Jin Guang saw him walking around, he couldn't hurt a single hair of Daomu.

"Green leaves turn into butterflies and dance!" billions of green leaves fly away from the vines, like bats catching insects, chasing golden light and mangs.

The bare trunks are intertwined, crawling all over the ground and climbing all over the enchantment, which is a thorny cage. The green leaves may be pierced by the golden light, reduce its power, or die together with the golden.

The number of golden mangs is small, sharp and strong, and the green-leaved butterflies can be reincarnated, peaceful and inclusive, and the green-leaved butterflies continue to consume the golden-light mangs.

Tong Bolin needs to be distracted like a filament to control the golden light mang, although the golden light is small, but the number is amazing, and it needs to be continuously injected with spiritual power, which is a huge test for Tong Bolin.

The energy of the Wutai enchantment is amazing, and the vines take root in the enchantment, using it as the soil and the source of life. Dao Mu only needs to manipulate the source of pastoral power conceived in their bodies, and distract themselves from channeling with them.

"Uncle, uncle, uncle, Dao Mu is really a ghost!" Lu Ting shook Liang Guangsheng's arm excitedly, "This is the all-encompassing source of pastoral power that uncle often tells me!"

"Envy?" Liang Guangsheng snorted and glanced at Lu Ting, "At the beginning, you listened to my words and were able to endure it, but now your cultivation may be a few realms lower, but you can also be as comfortable as Dao Mu." ”

Hearing this, Lu Ting sighed briefly, no matter how much she regretted it, it was too late. Her eyes rolled and she whispered, "Uncle, you must have another way!"

"It takes hundreds of years for the less, thousands of years for the long, and we are standing still, without any progress, without any waves, and without hope. Liang Guangsheng smiled even more, looked at Wutai, but sent a voice to Lu Ting, "Are you willing?

"How can it be so difficult?" Lu Ting's body stiffened, and a sense of powerlessness suddenly filled her body, "How did that Daomu do it?"

"His method, this immortal has no way of knowing. Liang Guangsheng's smile suddenly became gloomy, and his previous temperament changed dramatically, and he suddenly looked back, looked at Lu Ting, and said, "When the disciples of Mujian Mountain enter, they will use all the complicated forces in their bodies to fuse into the source of pastoral power. If you succeed, you will live, and if you fail, you will die, which is why Mujian Mountain is a single line. ”

Lu Ting was dumbfounded, her expression was shocked, Liang Guangsheng's smile was sometimes silly, sometimes treacherous, and others didn't know what Lu Ting and Liang Guangsheng were talking about.

Tong Zheng was curious, but helpless. Not to mention Tong Zheng, the Weaving Sky Fairy behind them is unknown.

"Girl, you have to think about it carefully! The higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to reverse, and the opportunity must not be lost, and the time will not come again!" Liang Guangsheng turned his body and saw that Tong Bolin couldn't help but use his big sword momentum, and the golden light burst out, like a needle piercing his eyes, and many people couldn't help but close their eyes.

Liang Guangsheng still looked at the scene lightly, his eyes reflected the picture he saw, and he said strangely, "When will you think about it, when will you come to me." If you break through to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, then you don't have to look for me, and only reincarnation can be reversed at that time. ”

"This ......" Lu Ting's eyes widened and sparkled, "It turns out that the reincarnation of the gods and Buddhas of the heavens is not to cross the catastrophe, but to take the wrong path and want to start all over again?"

Liang Guangsheng is what he says, and Lu Ting does not doubt the authenticity, it seems that in Lu Ting's eyes, Liang Guangsheng is the truth.

The smile on Liang Guangsheng's face retracted, and he couldn't help but sigh lightly, "It is precisely in the face of life and death calamity, and now that cultivation is unable to resist, I will choose to be reincarnated." Try to start all over again and take a different path. ”

"Uncle, I remember you said that the more the universe is centered, the more reincarnated spirit children will be. Lu Ting was not afraid, and her face was full of yearning when she spoke.

"Pastoral Dao can't even rank the three sects and nine streams, if you want to see the world, the source of pastoral power is a key!" Liang Guangsheng's expression was a little lonely, and when Dao Mu's lonely figure was reflected in his eyes, he was a little complicated and excited. "Pastoral teaching did not appear in a vacuum, it was the mainstream, it was orthodox. Mujian Mountain can prove ......"

"Mujian Mountain?" Lu Ting calmed down, her eyes slapped on the shore, "How do you feel uncle, you are talking about a person, not a lineage." ”

"Really?" Liang Guangsheng smiled again, smiling for half a moment, his majestic and upright figure seemed to be pressed forward slightly by something, and his right hand gestured to Wutai, "Tong Bolin can't bear to be angry!"

Before the words fell, a dragon chant came from Wutai that shook the nine heavens, and the golden light was extremely bright in the sky. The entire Wutai is like a round of golden sun, stinging people's eyes, and the eyelids have lost their due effect.

At the same time as the needle pierced the eyes, the tears that flowed out were like chili pepper water and salt water, and the newcomers who had cultivated in the Heavenly Realm were so painful that they wailed one by one, and the golden light even stranded out their spiritual sense.

The barrier is like a beehive, buzzing incessantly. Those who did not cultivate enough could barely hear the fierce fighting, and the two sides seemed to be fighting in close quarters again, listening to the muffled roar and roar, they could only imagine the picture on the martial platform in their minds.

A quarter of an hour later, the golden light suddenly skyrocketed a thousandfold, illuminating the night as if it were day. Zhuzhi Mountain is surrounded by hundreds of miles, all of which are in it, which has aroused more and more people's curiosity and attention.

However, they couldn't climb to the top of Zhuzhi Mountain, let alone look directly at the floating martial arts, and they only saw thick clouds, stars and bright moons, and they couldn't find the light source anymore.

Floating on the martial arts platform, Dao Mu kicked Tong Bolin as a ball three times back, Tong Bolin successfully recruited the Tyrant Sword to force Dao Mu back, he was red-eyed, bursting with green tendons, cold face, and his eyes were about to split.

Dao Mu was as chic as ever, pressing the knife with his left hand, placing his right hand horizontally on his abdomen, and stepping in the air as if he were walking in the air, "Your cultivation is not worse than mine, or even stronger, and defeat will be defeated when you don't have a matching state of mind." ”

"Noise!" Tong Bolin was sympathetic, gritted his teeth, and spat out a mouthful of blood, "You self-righteous people who like to preach, it's really disgusting!"

Dao Mu was speechless, when did he become fond of preaching, preaching with his opponent was clearly a precursor to psychological expansion and conceit.

It must be the old monster's fault!