The real person in charge of the sect took a leisurely step forward, and a purple robe shook lightly, and said indifferently: "In this way, Shangguan Xianchen, who has never joined forces with others, has invited a helper? ”

Shangguan Xianchen, who was not far away, was holding the Zhuxian long sword and did not speak.

A middle-aged Taoist wearing a lotus crown turned out of the clouds and mist on the left side behind Shangguan Xianchen, and said, "Senior brother, don't come here unharmed, senior brother is polite." ”

Former Tianji Pavilion Master, White Lotus Sect Leader Fu Chen.

An old Confucian scholar with a wide robe and big sleeves strode out of the mist on the right side behind Shangguan Xianchen, and arched his hand: "Zhang Zai has seen the real person in charge of the sect. ”

Mr. Zhang Zai, Mr. Confucianism, Hengqu.

The real person in charge of the sect gently waved the dust in his hand, and said softly: "Shangguan Xianchen, Zhang Zai, Fu Chen, which of you will come first?"

The sound was not loud, but it made the clouds in the sky soothe.

The old man in the wide robe and big sleeves hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward and walked on the clouds as if he were walking on the ground.

With his footsteps, a red glow rose in the direction behind him, like the sunrise in the east.

Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom.

This is Haoran righteousness!

Zhang Zai's footsteps were not fast, but the spread speed of the red Haoran Qi was extremely fast, so that when Zhang Zai walked in front of Zichen, half of the sky was already red, and in this red haze, it seemed that a red sun was about to rise.

A jade ruler appeared in Zhang Zai's hand and waved it lightly.

Confucianism educates the people and is the teacher of all generations. If there is disharmony, he should be punished with a precept.

The jade ruler rose in the wind, a hundred zhang long, wrapped in layers of crimson clouds, and smashed down on the head of the real person of the Palm Sect.

A loud bang sounded between the mountains, and a circle of ripples rippled on the purple robe of the Palm Sect True Person, centered on the feet of the Palm Sect True Person, a huge wave of qi spread out to all sides, shaking away all the surrounding fog, revealing a clear and clear sky.

After the clouds and mist dissipated, the jade ruler also returned to its original size, and stopped three inches away from the forehead of the real person in charge of the sect, and the light on the jade ruler circulated rapidly, but it was difficult to advance a bit, because the real person in charge of the sect stretched out a finger, and the fingertip just touched the jade ruler.

For this result, including Zhang Zai, the three people who blocked the road did not look half surprised. Especially Shangguan Xianchen and Fu Chen, compared to the vast majority of people in the cultivation world, who are aware of the terrifying realm of the real person in the palm sect, Shangguan Xianchen fought with the real person in the palm sect twice, and then lost to the hand of the real person in the palm sect twice, and Fu Chen has been worshipping under the Taoist sect since he was a child, and was watched by this senior brother to grow up, so the two of them speculated together about the real realm of the real person in the palm sect today, and they both thought that the ordinary free immortal was not the enemy of the real person in the palm sect at all, unless he was carrying a heavy treasure or more than the number of hands. The realm of the real person in charge of the sect is precisely in response to the sentence "The real person of the Taoist sect has immortality, and the chief can make the earth rise and fall", and those who can stand in front of the real person of the master are probably only ten people in the world and a few people such as Fu Chen.

With a flick of his fingers, the jade ruler in Zhang Zai's hand flew away, and Zhang Zai himself withdrew nearly a hundred zhang backwards.

Fu Chen is not as immobile as Shangguan Xianchen, his gaze has never left the Palm Sect True Person, and he has been trying to capture the subtle traces of the Palm Sect True Person's Yuan Qi Rotation, in order to get a glimpse of the existence of some permission to call it a flaw, but so far, he has not gained the slightest.

Shangguan Xianchen said softly: "Don't look at it, this is the immortal's innocent body, and there is no trace to be found." ”

Fu Chen sighed, and in an instant, the figure of the White Lotus Sect Master disappeared, and he saw the surrounding clouds flowing, like a white lotus slowly blooming. The next moment, Fu Chen stood behind Zhang Zai, stretched out his hand and pressed on Zhang Zai's back, stopping his retreat.

Then Zhang Zai opened his hands, his big sleeves fluttered, his voice was like thunder, and he said word by word: "Establish a heart for heaven and earth." ”

At a distance of nearly a hundred zhang between him and the real person in charge of the sect, a vague cloud path appeared.

The road to the clouds.

Zhang Zai, who was on the side of the cloud path, stomped his foot gently, and the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble suddenly. Then there seemed to be thousands of cracks like spiderwebs in the sky, spreading wildly in all directions. Then this "canopy" shattered like a mirror, fragments fell, and a pair of indifferent and ruthless eyes slowly emerged from behind, overlooking the world.

These dense cracks spread out to the real person in the palm of the sect, but the real person in the palm just gently waved the dust in his hand, like a fly to sweep away the dust.

Whether it was the debris falling from the sky, or the frantically spreading rifts, they were swept away by the dust.

It's still that blue sky, but there are two more huge eyes in the blue sky, staring at the real person in charge.

The real person in charge of the sect is still dusting in one hand, his expression is calm, and he said indifferently: "I want to imitate the heart of heaven with people's hearts, but unfortunately the way of heaven is fair, and it is ruthless and heartless." ”

When the words fell, the real person in charge of the sect suddenly flicked his big sleeves, and threw out three thousand feet of purple qi with one sleeve.

The purple qi was majestic, instantly submerging the two "heavenly eyes", and then continued to move forward, sweeping away the red glow condensed by the majestic qi.

Zhang Zai's face suddenly turned pale.

Without waiting for Zhang Zai to say the second sentence "Ask for life for the people", the real person in charge of the teaching directly waved his hand to whisk the dust again.

The dust silver filament skyrocketed hundreds of zhang, Fu Chen, who had been standing behind Zhang Zai, finally couldn't be indifferent anymore, between opening and closing his hands, a grain of lotus seeds was born out of thin air, and then completed the process of rooting and sprouting in an instant, and finally turned into a white lotus blooming.

The real person in charge of the sect sighed lightly, "Fu Chen! Poor Dao once told you that if you dare to obstruct my Dao Sect's thousand-year plan, I will definitely hang you on the top of the mountain and make you suffer from the wind blowing in the sky." Today, the poor road does what it says. ”

The real person in charge raised his hand slightly, and the cuffs suddenly opened wide, as if it was a bottomless pit.

Fu Chen subconsciously touched the bun on the top of his head, and he actually had an inopportune moment of distraction at this critical moment.

Many years ago, the real person of the Taoist Sect was not Zichen, and Fu Chen, who was only fifteen years old at that time, was brought to Du Tianfeng by the real person of the previous generation, and became the last disciple of the real person of the previous generation, that is, the disciple of the closed door.

At that time, the real person in charge of the sect already knew that his limit was not far away, so he handed over everything in the sect to his big apprentice, that is, the first disciple of the Dao Sect at that time, Zichen Dazhen.

That's right, it's a great real person, and before Zichen ascended to the position of head of the sect, he already had the cultivation of the free realm.

In the eyes of fifteen-year-old Fu Chen, the senior brother is not very scary, most of the time he looks like a good old man with a smile. And the second senior brother Qingchen is more majestic, and he is also the only one among the many senior brothers who dares to disagree with the senior brother. As for the third senior brother Wuchen, he can only follow behind the senior brother, and what the senior brother says is what.

It wasn't until much later that he knew why, among the many senior brothers, only the second senior brother dared to disobey the wishes of the senior brother.

It was a beautiful day, the wind was a little noisy, and Fu Chen, who was obsessed with the way of alchemy during that time, accidentally turned the alchemy room into a ruin, if he said that the sect was rich, he didn't care about this loss, but unfortunately, the explosion of the alchemy workshop killed the white crane raised by the senior brother.

At that time, Zichen was not in Dutian Peak, and Fu Chen still remembered the wonderful looks on the faces of the senior brothers at that time.

I'm afraid it's rare to see such a scene again in my life.

Later, Zichen returned to the mountain and asked who blew up the white crane, and all the senior brothers sold Fu Chen without hesitation, and then Zichen tied Fu Chen's hair bun with a red rope and tied him to the cliff wall of Dutian Peak.

This was the first time Fu Chen had experienced Zichen's ruthlessness.

Fu Chen came back to his senses, looked at Zichen's growing cuffs, and smiled for no reason.

At this time, the white lotus in the sky was all included in the sleeve by the purple dust, while Fu Chen was still standing in place.

But behind him, figures appeared one after another.

It was as if a long scroll was slowly unfolding.

A middle-aged man with an indifferent expression gently stroked the green wrench in his hand.

A monk with one bare arm, covered in dark gold, standing with one hand on his chest.

A man in armor, flying and domineering.

A black-robed veteran pinched his fingers, and there were two swords hanging behind him.

An old man with long hair, long eyebrows, and long beard, snow-white, holding a cane.

An old monk with furrows on his face and folded hands.

A black-robed young Taoist stood with his hands in his hands.

Coupled with the purple-robed Daoist, the Great Sword Immortal and Mr. Hengqu in front of him, there are just enough ten people in the world.