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Lao Mountain, also known as Bu Lao Mountain, was once the strongest cultivation cave in Kyushu, but that was only once.

With the passage of time, the number of disciples has decreased, so that now there is only one bad old man and six disciples left in the entire cave sky, and the strongest cave heaven immortal mountain that was once famous in the era is slowly withdrawing from people's field of vision.

And today, Bulao Mountain has completely ushered in its ultimate destiny - to withdraw from the human cultivation world.

The old man with messy hair stood on the top of the mountain, his cloudy gaze without a trace of waves, like an endless abyss, which did not dare to be looked at for a long time.

The plain-clothed scholar standing opposite him is the leader of all this today, and his name is really scary.

A saint in the world, a Confucian saint, and a great cultivator who sits firmly in the first place in the world, Zhang Xianjun.

The old man stood there like this, the two looked at each other, and the wind and clouds above the Immortal Mountain were changing, as if there was a thunderous sound in the air.

And the thatched hut behind the old man was well protected by the old man.

The Confucian sage glanced sideways at the thatched hut behind the old man: "Is this what you have been protecting, for him, at the expense of being the enemy of the whole world?" ”

The old man raised his hand and combed his messy hair, although it was useless, and said, "Xiao Xianjun, this kind of thing is not like you!"

The old man said amazing words, you must know that the person standing in front of him is one of the strongest people in the world today, the name of Confucian sage is enough to crush people, no one has dared to call this name for many years, and now the old man not only called, but also added a small word, which is not bold.

Now the people who dare to call this name are his former teachers and those in the high hall.

Instead of getting angry, the plain-clothed scholar chuckled, "Teacher, the world needs him, the cultivation world needs him, please give him to me." ”

The old man was silent, but raised his right hand and beckoned to the hut behind him.

The door opened a small opening.

The young man in white came out in response.

The young man has fair skin, is more than five feet tall, and his face is like a knife, delicate and beautiful.

What surprises people is not the handsome face of the teenager, but the eyes of the teenager.

The eyes are born Tai Chi, the pupils are yin and yang, and the whites of the eyes have gossip looming, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

The young man timidly looked back at the hut, knowing that the scholar in front of the house was powerful, but he still walked behind the old man and stood still.

The moment the young man appeared, the plain-clothed scholar's originally plain eyes exuded a fine light, and his eyes stared at the young man for a moment, as if he was going to rob someone the next moment.

Feeling the scholar's urgent desire, the old man took the young man behind him and raised his hand to make a forbidden gesture.

The plain-clothed scholar realized that he had lost his temper, retracted his gaze, and his restless aura was suppressed in an instant, and he returned to his breezy appearance.

The scholar in plain clothes was sanctified in his early years, and there is nothing that can make him so out of shape like today.

But the appearance of the young man in white made this Confucian sage lose his temper.

The young man clung to the corner of the old man's shabby clothes and clung to it.

The old man patted the young man's little hand and looked up at the plain-clothed scholar, "Xiao Xianjun, you lost your temper just now, if you let those believers in the world see the scene just now, I'm afraid that your incense will be reduced again and again." ”

The plain-clothed scholar said indifferently: "For the sake of the world, what is the loss of some incense, teacher, please hand him over to me!"

The plain-clothed scholar spoke again.

"I don't think it's the sentient beings in the world who need him, but you Zhang Xianjun need him. ”

The old man scoffed at this.

The plain-clothed scholar was not annoyed, as if he expected the old man to say this, so he turned his gaze to the young man standing behind the old man.

The plain-clothed scholar smiled at the young man and said: "Xiao Daoyuan, come with me, you can learn a limited amount if you stay here, this old man can not teach you much, I will know what this old man will do, come with me, go to the Confucian world, meet the world's heroes, and practice more powerful Taoism." ”

The plain-clothed scholar said and stretched out his right hand to the young man.

The young man didn't care about the conditions given by the Confucian sage, but just grabbed the hand at the corner of the old man's clothes tighter and tighter.

The old man smiled and waved his hand: "Little Xianjun, when did you learn these worldly methods, you are really getting more and more into the world." ”

The plain-clothed scholar said: "Teacher, don't make fun of me, you taught me all these things of mine." ”

The old man waved his hand and said, "Don't dare, who dares to be your teacher of the great sage of Confucianism, I can't afford it as an old man." ”

"Xiao Daoyuan will not go with you, you also know, about taking away Xiao Daoyuan, no matter how strong you are, although you are a saint, you don't want to be contaminated with cause and effect. ”

"So what?" The plain-clothed scholar knew what the old man meant, but he had given up a lot of his way here, and if he couldn't take Xiao Daoyuan with him, he would be ridiculed by those old guys when he went back.

The aura of the scholar is rising, and the boundless power directly envelops the entire old mountain, enveloping the people on the old mountain.

The old man sealed with one hand, and used the Dao method to protect the little Dao Yuan behind him and the five disciples in the hut.

The old mountain is shrouded in an ethereal but visible storm.

The old man said: "Zhang Xianjun, what are you going to do, I said, hard robbery will be contaminated with cause and effect, do you really want to stop here." ”

The plain-clothed scholar's body slowly floated up, and soon he stood in mid-air, looking down at the Immortal Mountain.

"Although I can't force him to take him away, I will use other methods to get him to voluntarily go to my Confucian world. ”

The plain-clothed scholar raised his hand and grabbed the old mountain in the air, and the next moment there was a roaring sound inside the old mountain, the old mountain was collapsing, falling, and a trace of golden air flow that was visible to the naked eye slowly flew from the old mountain to the hands of the plain-clothed scholar.

The old man's face was frightened, and he looked up at the scholar in mid-air, he was plundering the luck of the old mountain!

When Zhang Xianjun cultivated as a pseudo-saint, he devoured half of the luck of the Immortal Mountain and set foot in the saint.

Bulao Mountain is not an ordinary cultivation cave, it has existed for too long, it is not easy to become holy, Zhang Xianjun himself has a very high cultivation talent, and with the luck of Bulao Mountain that I don't know how long it has been accumulated, sanctification is also worthy of it.

Now Zhang Xianjun obviously wants to devour the other half of the remaining luck of the Immortal Mountain, and he wants to force Daoyuan to go to the Confucian world.

Luck is too important for the monk's cultivation, the monk is like a boat, luck is like water, water carries a boat, and can also swim hundreds of millions of miles of rivers.

That's why there is a hole in heaven and earth.

Now, Zhang Xianjun devoured all the luck of the Bulao Mountain, hoping to force the master and apprentice of the Bulao Mountain into a desperate position and cut off his cultivation.

The old man waved his hand and sent Xiao Daoyuan back to the hut and said, "Yuanzi, protect your senior brother and sister." ”

Then the old man rose from the ground and landed opposite the plain-clothed scholar.

The plain-clothed scholar didn't care about the appearance of the old man, and said, "Teacher, you are not my opponent, so don't resist." ”

The old man said, "The insects were still struggling before they were crushed to death, let alone people?"

The old man sealed his hands, and when he raised his hand, he used the secret method of the immortal family to hit the scholar in plain clothes.

The plain-clothed scholar shook his head helplessly and waved his hand.

"Town. ”

The words of the saints follow the law.

The old man smashed straight to the ground as if he had lost his center of gravity, and fell back to the same place, and the secret method of the immortal family was gone.

"Press!"

The plain-clothed scholar continued to speak.

A huge golden palm condensed from the air and landed straight on top of the old man's head, pressing the old man unable to move.

"The gap between saints and monks is really big. ”

The old man was pressed by the golden palm and couldn't move, and his tone was quite helpless.

The plain-clothed scholar in mid-air collected the last trace of luck from the Immortal Mountain, and after landing, he put his hands behind his back and turned his head to look at the old man: "Teacher, I will take away the luck of the Immortal Mountain, if you want to get this luck, let Dao Yuan come to my Confucian world to take it." ”

Seeing that his teacher was being suppressed like this, Dao Yuan in the house ran out of the hut and ran to the old man despite the obstruction of his senior brothers and sisters.

But as soon as he walked ten meters around the old man, he was bounced out by an invisible force.

Looking at the young man who came running, the eyes of the plain-clothed scholar became more and more fanatical, but this emotion was suppressed in an instant.

The plain-clothed scholar said: "Xiao Daoyuan, have you changed your mind? Do you want to go to the Confucian world with me, promise to go with me and I will return this half of the luck of the Immortal Mountain to you, and I can also help your crippled brothers and sisters to heal, what do you think." ”

Xiao Daoyuan was a little moved, but when he looked at the old man, the old man just wanted to open his mouth to stop him, but he was sealed dumb by the scholar and couldn't speak.

But the old man still shook his head at Xiao Daoyuan.

Xiao Daoyuan clenched his fists, his gaze was firm, and the yin and yang gossip in his pupils overflowed.

"You take away my old luck, you are a bad person, you bully my teacher, you are a big bad person, I will not go to that Confucian world with you, I will personally take back from your hands in the future. ”

Listening to the young man's words, the plain-clothed scholar couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Dowon, do you know what a saint is, ignorance!"

After the plain-clothed scholar finished speaking, he rose from the ground and disappeared without a trace.

After the plain-clothed scholar left, all the plants up and down the Bulao Mountain died and lost their vitality.

The Bulao Mountain, which was originally at its peak, completely declined at this moment, and the Bulao Mountain was officially removed from the world.

A cave with no luck is not worthy of being called a place of cultivation.