The crane flew out of the enveloping range of the strange force field, hovering and flying in the air, the purple dust standing on it looked indifferent, stared at the old man in Xuanyi in the distance, and said leisurely: "One gasification of three clears is the method of the town sect in my sect, it cannot be easily shown in front of people, if Brother Chu intends to see the mystery of one gasification of three clears, it is not impossible, the premise is that you want to take the Zixiao Divine Thunder of the Poor Dao!"

The old man in Xuanyi laughed and said: "Before seeing the magic of the three clears, it is good to be able to see the long-famous Zixiao Divine Thunder, don't rub the nose of the purple dust cow, and come out quickly." ”

"Then Brother Chu should be careful!"

After a faint reminder, a glimmer of brilliant purple xia flashed in Zichen's eyes, in the purple glow, the stars changed, the sun and the moon rotated, and the vicissitudes of the sea were deduced, deducing all the mysteries and truths between heaven and earth, and his hands formed a magic seal, pointing to the sky, and snorting lowly.

The auspicious purple gas in the sky became deep and dark purple, and quickly squirmed and rolled up, such as wild waves, ups and downs, giving people a sense of calamity, with far more than the drum and dull three-point sound sounded continuously, the slightest thunder suddenly hidden, disappeared in the purple gas, the thunder light gathered more and more, thousands of twists and turns like a snake of purple thunder in the purple gas cloud smoke churning and shuttling.

"Boom!"

In the earth-shattering roar, a dazzling purple thunder light was shaped like a sharp sword, slashing from the sky, shrouding the heavens and the earth in a purple and white light, which was like a sign, and the next moment, the thunder fell like rain, and the rising sun on the horizon was compared to the sky, eclipsed.

"Brother Chu is the right person to gather the wind and clouds, converge Jackie Chan, and see how the poor Dao can control the divine thunder and turn into the four elephants of the Holy Spirit!"

Zichen's light words resounded endlessly in the heavens and the earth, and the thunder fell from the sky, stagnating in the air, condensing into huge thunderballs, arranged in twenty-eight constellations.

Oriental Qinglong Seven Houses: Horn, Kang, Di, Fang, Heart, Tail, Kei.

Northern Xuanwu Seven Nights: Fighting, Bull, Female, Void, Danger, Room, Wall.

The Seven Houses of the Western White Tiger: Kui, Lou, Stomach, Pleiades, Bi, Mi, and Ginseng.

Southern Suzaku Seven Houses: Well, Ghost, Willow, Star, Zhang, Wing, and Zhen.

The thunderball is twenty-eight constellations, the qi is drawn together, the thunder and lightning are linked, and the four elephants and holy spirits are conjured, dozens of zhang in size, and the green dragon, white tiger, vermilion bird, and Xuanwu are entrenched in all directions of heaven and earth, besieging the old man in Xuanyi in the middle.

The thunder spirit roared wantonly in the sky, roaring endlessly, and under this vast power like a fairy, all words and ink seemed so pale and powerless

Zichen's tall figure stands under the sky, surrounded by purple gas, full of a kind of indescribable, unclear, mysterious and mysterious wonderful rhyme, giving people a kind of sky is vast, although the earth is vast, but they are all centered on the purple figure, looking from afar, as if the ancient Taoist who is in charge of creation descended to the world.

With a low sound, thousands of thunders fell, turning into four images of the Holy Spirit!

Mo Qingge was shocked, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, at this moment, he almost thought that he had gone to the wrong set, from the world of fantasy martial arts, to the world of Xianxia.

Or is it that the land immortals who are through the gods of martial arts are really capable of what people can't, all kinds of appearances, secretly in line with the avenue in the underworld, and the martial arts are no different from the supernatural powers?

I couldn't help but worry about the old man in Xuanyi, and my heart for the pursuit of martial arts became more and more firm.

Ying Yue's face was also shocked, stunned, and the plain hand clenched quietly under the cloud sleeve, "clicking", under this kind of power, she is no different from an ant, any thunder in the air can make him disappear, and he will never be reborn.

High in the previous life, she was used to dominating life and death, dominating everything, she actually had a feeling of being as small as an ant, under the light of thunder, her soul was trembling, trembling, both fear and excitement.

Her proud heart makes her unwilling to be ignored by everyone, she is the master of the Shifting Flower Palace who is talked about by people in the rivers and lakes, there are really immortals and demons in the world, so she invites the moon....... You have to remain high and become an immortal and a demon!

Surrounded by the four thunder spirits in the middle, the madman Chu was not afraid, his excitement was overflowing, and he laughed wildly, and the laughter was still so clear and audible in the continuous roar.

"Zichen Niubi, are you finally going to get serious? It seems that the old man can't keep his hands anymore!"

......

In the west of the city, Zhang Ji Bun Shop......

A man dressed in a gold-patterned robe on a black background, with an extraordinary bearing, sat on an old bench, chewing slowly with a bowl of gruel, a plate of pickles, and a drawer of buns in front of him.

The black-robed man looks like he is only in his twenties, with a high nose and thin lips, a pair of sword eyebrows that are thick and black and slender, and the eyes under the sword eyebrows are deep and affectionate, with three points of gentleness.

The thunder in the sky is rolling, the world is silent, the vast majority of the people in Hanjiang City are now closing the doors and windows, huddled at home, for fear of a careless, causing trouble on the body, harming the pond fish, some of the bolder, with awe and many warriors, looking at the sky "fairy fight".

The black-robed man did not avoid the disaster, nor did he watch the battle, he sat calmly, drinking porridge and eating steamed buns slowly, looking very different.

And on the opposite side, there was also a very unusual person.

This person is wearing a green silk shirt, with a slender figure, elegant and handsome appearance, a long soft hair without a bun crown, casually draped over his shoulders, at this moment the man in the shirt is elbowing against the table, his fingers are crossed, supporting his chin, staring at the man in the black robe, and his tone is a little strange and asked.

"This is probably the third time I've seen you eat like this, a bowl of gruel, a plate of pickles, and a drawer of steamed buns, isn't it really more delicious than the delicacies of the mountains and the sea?"

The black-robed man said lightly: "When you are down, you will find that in fact, the gruel, pickles, and buns that can fill your stomach are better than any delicacies from the mountains and seas." “

The man in the green shirt smiled and said, "But you are not depressed now? Do you want to eat? Do you have a soft spot for gruel, pickles, buns, and other things that only the pawns of the market can take care of?"

The black-robed man said in a low tone: "But I was once down, and at that time, someone used this gruel, pickles, and buns to relieve me...... It's only when I eat these things again that I can take a break and think about her!"

For her in the mouth of the black-robed man, the man in the green shirt also knew a little about her, and couldn't help sighing, and said: "If you really miss her, then go and meet her, change to me, I really don't have the ability to regard Fuyao Palace as my own back garden, but if you want to come and go freely in Fuyao Palace, you can do it, so why bother yourself?"

The black-robed man sighed inexplicably: "She and I have parted ways, and if we don't see each other, why make each other sad and embarrassed?"

The man in the green shirt waved his hand disapprovingly, and said with a smile: "If she is really ruthless, she will not give birth to a son for you, and she will bring the child back regardless of the gossip. “

The chopsticks holding the pickles were slightly stunned, and after thinking about it again, the black-robed man shook his head bitterly: "If she ...... Oh, there are so many ifs in the world? She has something she can't let go, and I have something I can't let go...... is destined to forget each other in the rivers and lakes, and cannot become the fairy couple who envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal. “

Since we can't be together, I still think about her and miss her, why is it so painful?

After all, he was an outsider, and the man in the green shirt was not good at persuading him more, so he turned his head to look at the thunderous sky, and sighed: "Zichen's bull's nose is really a little bit, one person is in a formation, and the momentum is so amazing, no wonder he is praised as a talent by the master of Tianji Pavilion, and it really lives up to its name!"

The black-robed man picked up the porcelain bowl, drank the last mouthful of gruel, and clapped his hands: "If the name is not true, I don't have to go this way." “

"It's a pity, although Yan Madman is not worse than ordinary land immortals, but in the end, Zichen is now only six or seven points of true power at most. “

The man in the green shirt grinned and said, "You have been eating in a muffled voice, and you haven't raised your head once, it turns out that you dislike the Chu madman's strength is not enough, and you can't force Zichen to use all his strength?"

The black-robed man clapped his hands and said: "Actually, carefully speaking, it is not easy for Yan Maniac to come to this point with a loose cultivation body, in terms of qualifications, it is not much worse than Zichen, but compared to Zichen, it is nine points worse, and the victory or defeat is about to be decided, I have to go first." “

The man in the green shirt was slightly surprised, "Where are you going?"

The black-robed man stood tall, squinted his eyes, looked at the man in green shirt, and said leisurely: "Go and choose a place first, and wait for this real person who is in charge of the Dao Sect of Creation, not only is the madman of Chu curious, but I also see the legendary One Qi Three Qingli!"

With his arms extended, the man in the green shirt stretched his waist and pouted: "Since the extinction of the ancient immortals and demons, for tens of thousands of years, there have been many amazing and brilliant people in the Dao Sect of Creation, but no one has ever cultivated this gasification Sanqing, why are you sure that Zichen will be?"

The black-robed man looked up at the sky and said lightly, "Intuition!"

"What if Zichen wouldn't?" the man in the green shirt asked again.

"Won't?" muttered, the corners of the black-robed man's mouth outlined a faint smile, and he said leisurely: "If he doesn't, then this leader of the Daomen, the person who has resisted the rise and fall of the Daomen for thousands of years, I am afraid that he will only have the fate to go down the mountain, and not to go up the mountain!"

eg. At 10:40, the computer suddenly failed, and the manuscript had not had time to be saved, so I hurriedly recoded it again with memory, and the content was a little rough, and I would revise it a little later, and polish it.