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Go back three days.

Tianyin Gate, Outer Gate.

Feng Ping, the respected first elder, sat cross-legged on the attic of the sanctuary and integrated his divine will into the heavens and the earth, and comprehended the ancestral practice (Taixu Five Elements).

"The Great Dao is one qi, and one qi is yin and yang.

Yin and yang encompass the world, the world is all-encompassing,

Vientiane is too empty, too empty to measure......"

Feng Ping silently recited the exercises word by word, trying to realize the door to the path of cultivation. Although he is eighty-three years old this year, he looks like a person in his forties, all thanks to the fact that he is a saint-level master, and he has forty years longer than ordinary people.

Feng Ping knew that he was a typical representative of the kind of person who only had the talent for martial arts but had no talent for cultivation. On the way to martial arts, he had practiced to the peak ten years ago, that is, the Holy Rank; But along the way, he has not been able to get started.

Feng Ping is even more aware of the truth that "medicine does not become a pill is just poison, and people do not become cultivators and eventually turn into ashes", and he has painstakingly studied this book (Taixu Five Elements Formula) for decades, but unfortunately he has never started.

As a last resort, I can only stumble at the outer door.

"The word talent, how many Yin Yin Zhizhi's hearts to the Tao have been blocked..."Feng Ping sighed, put down the exercises, suddenly felt something in his heart, and immediately looked at the attic.

A young man less than twenty years old was walking up the stairs quickly, and when he was far away, he shouted loudly: "Master, it's not good, Uncle Tianxuan's soul lamp is going out......"

Feng Ping was startled, and he didn't see any too drastic movements, so he flew down from the attic, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The young man crossed his waist, panted and wiped his sweat, turned back, and ran towards the soul hall half a mile away.

"Master, wait for me......"

While running, the young man thought about this magical soul lamp that could not be shaken by the wind and could not be extinguished by the rain.

Originally, the outer gate of Tianyin Gate did not have this kind of transcendent magic weapon, and the people of the outer gate were also people in the martial arts, and there were no transcendent people, that is, the monks who claimed to be in the inner gate.

And the soul lamp placed in the soul hall that can observe the life and death of people in real time was asked by the ancestor Feng Ping at a great price from the inner gate for his proud disciple Duan Tianxuan.

When the young man was assigned to the Soul Hall to be on duty, his master told him: The lamp is there, and his uncle Duan Tianxuan is there; The lights went out, and Uncle Duan Tianxuan went out.

Originally, this lamp has always been as vigorous as the golden wheel of the sun, scorching bright. But somehow, early this morning, the half-foot-high flame suddenly became only an inch long, and it kept swaying, and it seemed that it would be annihilated at any moment.

The young man scurried all the way to the Soul Hall, and found that the ancestor Feng Ping had already gone to the empty building, and the flame of the soul lamp seemed to be weaker than just now.

An hour later.

Two middle-aged men with swords on their backs stepped on a three-meter-long flying sword one after the other and landed in front of the temple.

Before he landed, Feng Ping saw the black and blackening corpse on the ground, which was his dearest... Big disciple Duan Tianxuan!

He hadn't been angry for decades, his hair stood on end in an instant, and he was furious, and he turned his head to kneel down to another middle-aged man with immortal wind bones beside him: "Ask Uncle Zuo to show his immortal method and save my disciple's life!" ”

The middle-aged Taoist known as Uncle Zuo stroked his beard and looked at Feng Ping, and said, "Xiao Feng, is this Duan Tianxuan really just your disciple?" Why don't I look like it, this kind of disciple dies when he dies, and if he accepts another one, why should he spend so much money to save him? ”

Feng Ping didn't answer this question, and said stubbornly: "No matter what the price is, Feng Ping is willing to promise Uncle Shi, and only ask Uncle Shi to protect my disciple from death!" ”

Uncle Zuo's heart was like a mirror, and he didn't get to the bottom of it, he smiled and nodded: "Okay, I want your ancestral heart-shaped jade pendant." ”

Feng Ping did not hesitate to take the heart-shaped jade pendant from his neck and handed it to him.

Senior Uncle Zuo took the jade pendant in his hand and played with it for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Feng Ping, "Where's the formula?" ”

"Uncle Shi, you save Tianxuan first!" Feng Ping was nervous for a while, but he still insisted.

Uncle Zuo shook his head with a smile, put away the jade pendant, his eyes were solemn, his hands danced at the speed of light in the air, and he shouted:

"Xiao Yan Hui Technique!"

The voice fell, as if the words followed, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed color, and the dark clouds quickly gathered towards the sky above the temple, and the sky was dark in an instant.

Uncle Zuo gasped slightly, solemnly took out a transparent, egg-sized bead from his arms, and continued to drink:

"Little Soul Gathering Technique!"

"Duan Tianxuan, return quickly!"

"Hurry back!"

With his call, within a radius of several miles, there were thin and faint stars slowly flying in, burrowing into the transparent beads.

Half an hour later, seeing that there was no more light gathering between heaven and earth, Uncle Zuo gasped fiercely, held the light bead with one hand, and held the five fingers of the other hand, and shouted:

"Soul Condensation, on!"

In the ball of light, speckled spots of light quickly condensed in one place. After a while, he conjured up Duan Tianxuan's appearance, but his eyes were closed and he was in a coma, and it was a mini version, only the size of a thumb.

Uncle Zuo sat on the ground with a plop, his face was as pale as paper, and he hurriedly held his breath, meditated cross-legged, and recovered silently.

Feng Ping was on guard and stood on guard in the surroundings.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the light between heaven and earth was restored.

After a long time, Uncle Zuo stood up with some difficulty, and his face regained a little blood.

He threw the light bead to Feng Ping, "Where's the formula?" ”

Feng Ping couldn't help but be reluctant in his heart, and replied painfully: "Yin and Yang in one go, the three emperors of Taixu Town." ”

Senior Uncle Zuo nodded with satisfaction, glanced at Feng Ping's unwilling eyes, and the hand holding the sword tightly, and said lightly: "In the eyes of the monk, even if it is a saint-rank martial artist, it is not a big ant. Even if it was a monk in the weakened period, killing a group of Saint-rank martial artists was just a trivial matter of raising his fingers. ”

"Senior nephew, you disappointed me!"

After that, Uncle Zuo glanced at Feng Ping, took a step proudly, and was fifty steps away; One more step, and you are a hundred steps away; One more step, and the figure completely disappeared from Feng Ping's sight.

The whole process is slow to say, but it is actually done in a flash of light.

A big bead of sweat rolled down Feng Ping's head in an instant, and his heart fluttered wildly.

Just now, he did have a trace of evil thoughts, and wanted to slaughter Uncle Zuo, so that he would not have to hand over the ancestral jade pendant, that is, the order was too vain.

However, when Uncle Zuo looked at it, it seemed to pierce into the depths of his soul, making his soul tremble fiercely, and at the same time, he immediately dispelled the thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Is this the power of a monk?

Calling for wind and rain, shrinking the ground into inches; Gather souls and bring the dead back to life......

Feng Ping was deeply shocked, and at the same time dreamed that one day, he could step into that threshold and become a transcendent person that everyone envied. Then, resurrect Duan Tianxuan with great magical powers...

After making up his mind, Feng Ping performed a light exercise and galloped away in the direction of Tianyin Gate.

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It was night, and the room of the young master of the Li family in Daming Mansion was brightly lit, and the big red happy characters were symmetrically pasted all over every conspicuous place. Mo Xiaoyu rarely changed into a new set of clothes, and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, waiting for the ultimate moment to come.

And the party Lin San, who is holding his cousin Li Wanyu's little hand, is walking around the back garden.