The vast sky is now covered by purple thunder, thousands of thunder snakes are wandering around, turning into a thunder pool, and four holy spirits transformed by purple thunder are leaping and flying in the thunder pool, wrapped in flickering and beating thunder, with the intention of heavenly punishment and destruction, killing the old man in the middle of the Xuanyi.

The old man in Xuanyi let out a long roar, and his burly body like a demon god shook slightly, and instantly turned into eight figures, each of which performed shock, interception, cracking, sealing, pressing, trapping, pointing, and breaking the eight characters.

For a time, the fist shook the void and shattered everything, the force field was in chaos, turning the world upside down, the sword palm opened mountains and cracked rivers, and the sword pointed to cover the face with points, omnipresent......

The old man in Xuanyi used the eight-character key to fight against the Holy Spirit of the Quartet!

With an earth-shattering roar, the void was turbulent, and the thunder in the sky exploded, flowing outward, like a thunder and lightning tide, rippling in circles, covering the sky above the entire Hanjiang City, and the dazzling light shrouded the entire heaven and earth, far and near were purple and white.

Most of them couldn't help but close their eyes, leaving only the muffled thunder echoing in their ears.

Mo Qingge condensed Xuangong, his eyes were red and white, and through the dazzling light, a figure could be faintly seen falling from the sky and falling on a clearing in the distance.

Sighing, Mo Qingge knew that the old man in Xuanyi had been defeated, and he was worried about his situation, so he did not hesitate at the moment, raised his breath and flew towards the figure like a sharp arrow.

When it was closer, Mo Qingge saw the situation of the old man in Xuanyi at the moment, his hair was scattered, his breath was slightly sluggish, his two-sleeved robe was broken, and his exposed arms trembled slightly.

Mo Qingge hurriedly stepped forward, supported the old man in Xuanyi, and through the induction of the qi machine, he found that the old man in Xuanyi was not damaged in his internal organs except for his sluggish breath, and he did not suffer serious injuries, but he still asked with concern: "Senior, are you okay?"

The old man in Xuanyi's chest rose and fell, coughed twice, then waved his hand, signaling that he was fine, raised his gloomy eyes, looked at the purple figure on the sky, and spoke abruptly.

"Zichen Niubi, your Zixiao Divine Thunder is really powerful, it seems that the old man doesn't have the ability to see your mysterious style of gasification and Sanqing today, but I still have to thank you, if you don't stop it in time, the old man will be coke by the thousands of thunders!"

The dazzling light had dissipated, and there was no longer a trace of purple gas on the sky, nor was there a trace of clouds, only the blue sky appeared in front of me.

Zichen stood on the red-crowned crane, and said with a faint smile: "The grievances between Brother Chu and Poor Dao have been written off as early as seventy years ago, Poor Dao is a person outside the world, naturally he will not harm Brother Chu's life again, don't hide it from Brother Chu, Poor Dao's current cultivation has encountered a bottleneck, even if there is no invitation from Brother Chu, Poor Dao will soon go down the mountain and enter the world to practice." ”

When the old man in Xuanyi heard this, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he sighed: "The old man remembers that you once said that if you don't cultivate to the consummation realm of the land immortals, you will not go down to the Yuxu Mountain.

Zichen nodded, which was a tacit acquiescence.

The bitterness at the corner of the old man's mouth in Xuanyi was deeper, and he suddenly understood that Zichen had fought with him before, and he was afraid that he had not done his best, and his heart couldn't help but feel complicated and inexplicable, which was very unpleasant.

"It's over here, it's time to go, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, and I hope Brother Chu will cherish it. ”

After that, Zichen left by crane, this master of the great sect opened the way when he came, and greeted him with the glow, which can be described as shocking to the extreme, but when he left, he was the opposite of the normal state when he came, plain and bland, only one person and one crane, turned into an afterimage, flew away, and disappeared at the end of the sky.

Seeing Zichen's figure flying away in the distance, the old man in Xuanyi was silent for a long time, turned his head slowly, looked at Mo Qingge, and sighed lightly: "The old man should also go, although the bird anger in his chest has not been vented cleanly, it may be worth meeting you kid." ”

When Mo Qingge heard this, he couldn't help frowning, and asked softly, "Senior, but you want to go to the Taibai Sword Sect and challenge the Taibai Sword Master Jiang Taibai?"

"That's right!" The old man in Xuanyi nodded, then blinked slyly, and said with a smug smile: "The old man also calculated that Zichen's bull-nosed Taoist priest would not kill me, so he put him before Jiang Taibai, hehe, the old man is also quite prescient, right?"

Coldly asked by him for such a sentence, Mo Qingge suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, and didn't answer, but just asked a question that he had already asked yesterday.

"What are the chances of winning in the hearts of seniors?"

After the old man in Xuanyi was silent for a moment, he also did not answer immediately, but said: "The old man took the road of preaching the Tao with strength, although it is not as high as the realm of the three religions, but it is still superior in terms of combat power, and it can be counted from one, and finally nine, the eight battles created by the old man are still missing a decision, and they have not reached the realm of perfection, so they have been trapped in the realm of heaven and man for many years, and they cannot cast the Dao foundation and enter the land fairy realm. ”

"So, the old man still has that answer, and he doesn't have a half-percent chance of winning!"

Mo Qingge was silent for a long time, let go of the hand holding him, and said with a smile: "The seniors want to go, and the juniors will not stop them, if the seniors unfortunately fall under Jiang Taibai's sword, in the future, every Qingming season, the juniors will buy the best wine, and go to the grave to honor you!"

The old man in Xuanyi waited slightly, and said in amazement: "The old man still thinks that you will persuade the old man not to send him to death......? It's a bit of a surprise!"

Mo Qingge restrained his smile and said: "There are some things that you know you can't do, but you have to do them, just like the younger generation knows that the seniors are stubborn tempers that can't be pulled back by nine cows, so they won't stop you." ”

After a pause, Mo Qingge's face was solemn, and he said very seriously: "But here, the juniors can promise to the seniors that if one day, if you are successful in cultivation, you will definitely beat the old cow's nose of Zichen for you, get out of the bird's breath in your chest, and then go to Taibai Mountain, pick the Taibai Sword Sect, and fulfill the long-cherished wish of the seniors." ”

"Good boy, the old man didn't see the wrong person"

After being stunned for a long time, the old man in Xuanyi patted Mo Qingge's shoulder heavily, took out something from his arms and stuffed it into Mo Qingge, and then said seriously: "Although what you said made the old man want to cry, but the old man still has to advise, if you can't do anything, don't do it like the old man." ”

"Old man, I also stepped into the coffin board with half a foot, so I am not afraid of death, I only want to die vigorously. ”

......

To the west of Hanjiang City, thousands of miles away, Zichen soars between heaven and earth by crane, and the land immortals who stand at the top of the world have the ability of immortals, and they are also known as earth immortals in the era of the ancient immortals, surpassing hundreds of millions of suatile beings in the world, overlooking the vicissitudes of life.

There is a North Sea twilight in the morning, a moment of tea room, in this ordinary person seems to be incredible, for the land immortals, it is like an idle thing.

A hundred years ago, Zichen traveled down the mountain, after 30 years of wind, frost and rain, and finally became the honor of the land gods, and then returned to the Yuxu Mountain, carried dry for 70 years, and participated in the creation of the Book of Heaven.

Sixty years, he has walked the road that others may not have walked in their entire lives, and climbed to the top on the towering high-rise building of the land immortals, only to be the last foot in the door, and became an immortal, Yuxu Mountain has been cultivated for ten years without results, and has no choice but to turn from birth to WTO again, looking for the opportunity to become an immortal in the vast world.

In the past, he was known as a rare immortal talent in the Daomen for thousands of years by the lord of Tianji Pavilion, but since ancient times, the immortals and demons have disappeared, and the road to becoming an immortal has been cut off.

Zichen had read through the collection of books and classics of the Dao Sect of Creation, and from the few words contained in some ancient books, he learned that the extinction of the ancient immortals and demons seemed to be related to a world called Yan Fu.

The otherworldly Immortal Demon Buddha has broken the void, traveled outside the territory, and the Dao Sect of Creation has been inherited from ancient times, so he naturally knows that in the extraterritorial void, there are still many worlds like Middle-earth Shenzhou.

"Stop!"

Zichen, who was meditating, suddenly said a word softly, and the red-crowned crane with a clear and wise voice stopped, gently stirring its wings, its body floated and sank, Zichen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he stared at a towering mountain peak hundreds of zhang away.

This peak is shaped like a sharp sword, rising from the ground, straight to Xiao Han, its mountain is so majestic and fierce, it is also rare in Zichen's life, and on the top of this mountain, a man in black robe is facing away from him, standing with his hands in his hands.