The bitter virtues in the bald donkey's mouth in this life and the blessings of the next life are all farts in the eyes of Xuanyuan!

He doesn't seek the afterlife, he only believes in this life, he doesn't prove the great immortality, he doesn't soar in the daytime, no matter how good the afterlife is, what is the use of fart?

"It's up to you how fast you can go!" Jingzhou stepped on the dragon and went straight to Xuanyuan's market.

There was wind in his ears, and Xuanyuan Dapan didn't know what was behind him, and he roared: "The kid really wants to fight with the ancestor endlessly? If you tell the ancestor that you can't fly, the ancestor will desperately pull you to the end! ”

Jing Zhou immediately slashed his sword in the air and said: "Heaven is still violated, and self-inflicted sin is unforgivable." ”

The sword qi like a waterfall is as fast as lightning, how can people compare with it?

"What kind of thing are you kid, and you are qualified to teach the ancestor! Then die together! Xuanyuan was furious, the sea of qi rolled, and he did the perverse way of seeking death, smashed several punches one after another, and smashed the sword qi away.

After ten punches, black blood flowed out of Xuanyuan's seven orifices, and his face was terrifying.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan's large plate of qi stagnated, the breath flow was not smooth, and the dragon was wrapped in Yu Wei and rushed forward.

Seeing the dragon coming, Xuanyuan Dapan's heart trembled: "My life is over!" ”

"Be forgiving and forgiving." Suddenly, a sigh was recalled in the void, followed by a gang wind that seemed to reach the nine heavens, stopped in front of the giant dragon, and saved Xuanyuan Dapan.

Everyone looked at the sky together.

I don't see them, I only hear them, how have I ever seen such a method?

I've never heard of it!

Could it be a heavenly immortal?

"Xuanyuan's big plate is not exhausted, and he should not die." The voice echoes again in the void.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth were filled with clouds, purple qi rose, and a golden dragon broke through the clouds, coming from thousands of miles away like flowing fire.

Above the dragon's head, there was a group of people.

The whole body of the Taoist is as crystal as jade, and there is a brilliant light flowing on his body, but his face is covered by a touch of cloud, which makes people not see it really.

Everyone was shocked to realize that this was an immortal!

Land immortals, really land immortals!

Xuanyuan Jingcheng frowned, if his guess was correct, this was a heavenly out-of-body experience.

In the Daomen, only by reaching the realm of land immortals, can they form babies in the spirit furnace, and the primordial gods can break out of the body and travel thousands of miles in a day.

Hundreds of years ago, Lu Zuke flew a sword to cut off people's heads for thousands of miles, which was such a method.

It's just a land immortal, how can it be so easy to achieve?

Huang Shilong prides himself on being the top three in the world, and his intelligence is the best in the world, but has he ever risen in the daytime?

Wang Xianzhi, the top of independent martial arts, has he ever passed the gate of heaven?

In the past hundred years, among the three sects, it is only Qi Xuanzhen of Longhu Mountain who has risen by day.

It's just that when you reach the realm of land immortals, who cares about worldly disputes?

It should be to comprehend the avenue of heaven and earth, in order to be in harmony with heaven and earth.

Xuanyuan was overjoyed, although he didn't know what the identity of this Taoist priest was, but with this immortal method, how could he not protect him?

Even if Li Chungang returns to the pinnacle of kendo, he may not be able to defeat this Taoist who came by dragon.

Jing Zhou looked at the Taoist priest with a blank look, but he was not much surprised.

Others don't know the identity of this Taoist priest, but he is indeed clear.

After Qi Xuanzhen ascended, there were only two people who were out of the body, and there were only two people who rummaged through the entire dragon and tiger.

One is Zhao Xuansu, who is almost out of oil, and the other is the old Tao who is related to the Liyang royal family.

It's just that Zhao Xuansu is the child's body, and he can't go out of retreat at this time, and he only soars when Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi open the gate of heaven.

This person is not Zhao Xuansu, naturally it is the remaining Zhao Huangchao.

He didn't feel much disgusted with this old way.

There is no right or wrong, just a different position.

This old way can be said to have done his best for the Zhao Dynasty. For the sake of Zhao's luck, this old way abandoned the country and the beauty, and entered the Dragon and Tiger Mountain to practice, although he was a land immortal, he became a secular puppet.

Zhao Huangchao wants to preserve the number of Yang Qi, and he wants to let the Xichu Qianlong fly into the abyss, the two must have a fight, but sooner or later.

Jing Zhoutang said with a smile: "The Taoist priest is not in the mountains to recite the Yellow Court, but he is here to meddle in his affairs, could it be that he also wants to learn from the monk, and want to make people put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground?" ”

Zhao Huangchao did not shy away from saying: "Although the poor Tao worships the Sanqing, the Taoist heart is not pure, and he has been idle for some years, and he is only living to seek some luck for future generations." What you said is not wrong, since you encountered it today, you can't be asked to kill Xuanyuan Dapan. ”

Jing Zhou laughed: "The old Taoist priest is honest. ”

Zhao Huangchao sat alone in the mountains, cultivating the word "hidden orphan", and he had only spoken two or three sentences with people for decades, and at this time he felt that the other party was laughing freely, and he also smiled: "There is nothing that cannot be said." Originally, the old Taoist cultivated in the mountains, and he should not interfere at this time, so as not to fold the good fortune, but Xuanyuan Dapan's fate should not be extinct, and he should not die in your hands. ”

The old Taoist priest's voice was slight, but the voice echoed in all directions, but it was clearly audible.

Dozens of guests on the Guniu Dagang heard this and thought about it.

It is said that in the dragon pond of the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain, it is pregnant and nourished the luck lotus, which has been open for more than 1,600 years, so Longhu Mountain has been prosperous for a long time.

At this time, I heard that the word "luck" was mentioned by the "immortals", and the crowd felt that this thing was more and more important, and even the immortals went to fight for it.

It's just that if you don't reach the heavens, you don't touch the heavens, and you don't know what luck is

Zhao Huangchao sighed again: "Since I went out of the mountain today to delay the Qing cultivation, the Taoist priest has lost his luck, and he wants to get the qi back from you." ”

As soon as the old Taoist priest's words fell, the golden dragon under his feet roared angrily, spat out purple gas, and condensed into a purple pillar and rushed in.

Zhao Xuansu, who is also in the realm of land immortals, Deng Tai'a can take his head with a sword, although the realm of Zhao Huangchao is high, it is not enough to make Jing Zhou afraid, let alone this Yuan Shen?

"If you want to get qi from me, let's see what mysterious means you have for this land immortal!" Jing Zhou's whole body was full of breath, and the killing aura accumulated for several lifetimes rose like wolf smoke.

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"The sky has changed!"

Gu Niu Dagang exclaimed a few times, only to feel that the sky in front of him had turned dark red.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body was weak, his eyes showed extreme fear, what kind of snow was there in front of him?

Everywhere you see is the ghost crying wolf, the rain under the feet of the original turned into blood at this time, the air is filled with a strong smell of blood, and I only feel like I am falling into hell and falling into the dark yellow spring.

"It's such a strong killing intent, just by breath, it can make people fall into an illusion! How many people must have been killed to make this happen? Although Xuanyuan Jingcheng was shocked by the murderous aura, the movements in his hands were not slow by half a minute, one hand against Xuanyuan Qingfeng's back, and the other hand dispersed the murderous aura that came to his face, otherwise this breath alone could make Xuanyuan Qingfeng leave a shadow, even if she had a chance in the future, the martial arts would be bumpy and bumpy.

Xuanyuan Dapan was contemplating with his eyebrows, the purple-clothed man who wanted to kill him must not look so young.

Although there are great talents in this world, and they can enter the Heavenly Phenomena Realm in just twenty years, but this murderous aura cannot be faked. How many people do you have to slaughter if you want to be so murderous?

Could it be that this person is an old monster that the Demon Sect can't hide?

The murderous aura in the air was so thick that it seemed to be dripping water, and the people who were originally standing on the big hill of Guniu had great fear in their hearts, but after just a few breaths, their bodies shook, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.

There are even more people who are not strong in heart, trembling and crying bitterly.

A purple light flashed with a strange red light across the sky, slashing towards the purple pillar that fell from the sky.

As soon as Zi Mang came into contact with the Purple Pillar, the clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing a huge crack in the sky, as if someone had torn off a piece of it.

The gap is widening, and the air is scaryly quiet.

Xuanyuan Dapan's face was constantly changing, whether it was this purple pillar or that sword qi, the power contained in it made his heart tremble.

Seemingly silent, it is the most terrifying!

In the end, it was as if the ice and snow melted, and the purple light disappeared completely, but the killing aura became stronger and stronger, and the face of the old man who stepped on the golden dragon finally had a trace of emotion.

This kind of killing intent is definitely not owned by the world.

"I have a sword named Taiyi, which I have never used to this day. Daoist, you are lucky to have a look at this swordsmanship. ”

As soon as Jing Zhou's words fell, boundless killing intent rose into the sky, and in an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and a purple light slashed towards the sky.

The golden dragon roared sadly, and the dragon body that had no tail was split into two in an instant.

The glass body above the dragon's head shattered in response.

There are no more immortals in the sky.

Zimang spun around without the slightest pause, slashing towards Xuanyuan's plate like a knife chopping vegetables.

Blood was everywhere and internal organs were sprinkled everywhere.

Two bodies fell to the ground.

Yunjin Mountain bottomless Tan

On a large bluestone sits a man, holding a fishing rod and a bamboo basket at his feet, fishing.

The most surprising thing is not that there are no half fish in the bamboo cage, but only a few red fruits, but that the Taoist priest closes his eyes from beginning to end, as if he is asleep.

The Taoist priest with a plain face and wearing a Taoist robe of Longhu Mountain, I don't know how long he slept, his face was condensed, accompanied by a crisp sound, and the green bamboo fishing rod he was holding in his hand showed a sword mark from head to tail, and the killing intent on the sword mark was piercing.

The middle-aged Taoist priest opened his eyes and opened his mouth to see a mouthful of blood.

The Taoist priest wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, released the fishing rod in his hand, and the fishing rod suddenly exploded and shot towards Tan Shui in front.

Rumble!

There is no wind and waves, the pool water suddenly bursts, and the water columns rise to the sky for a long time.

"This kind of murderous and awe-inspiring sword intent is enough to destroy the city with one sword. That's it, wait for the poor road to catch this thousand-year-old salamander and then make plans, this son is not easy to kill. ”

The First Clan

This inconspicuous Taoist priest is Zhao Huangchao, the ancestor of the Liyang royal family.

In this world, there is one more Cao Qingyi who dares to enter Tai'an City, and he knows that there is one more person who dares to slaughter the imperial army and humiliate the descendants of the royal family, and he naturally knows. Saving Xuanyuan is just a convenient move, and solving the trouble for future generations is Zhao Huangchao's real purpose.

It's just that the man's sword seems to be sharper than he expected, and the man's qi and life numbers are even more messy, unable to see clearly, can't guess through, I just hope that the person is not an odd number.

In these years, Zhao Huangchao has been cultivating in Longhu Mountain, and he has passed through the gate of heaven without entering, which is nothing more than that he can't let go of the Zhao dynasty, otherwise the great heavenly master of Longhu Mountain in the previous generation, why did he not hesitate to go against the sky to continue the life of the emperor?

Why did Wu Su, the princess of Beiliang, die after giving birth to that stupid son?

When Wu Su entered the capital, he made a move.

Only when Wu Su dies and the child in her belly dies, will Bei Liang have no successor.

It's just that Zhao Huangchao didn't calculate that Wu Su forcibly broke through to the realm of the land sword immortal in order to keep the fetus in his womb, and this mortal situation actually broke this female doll.

If Xu Xiao gives birth to a decent son, he can also ensure the wealth and stability of the Xu family for several generations, but Xu Fengnian, the son of Beiliang, does not seem to be just a gentleman who does not learn and has no skills.

"But you can't kill this descendant, and you can't kill Xu Xiao's son?"

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The wind and rain on the heavy snow flat blew into the rivers and lakes on the second day.

Xuanyuan Dapan, who was a powerful man in Jianzhou, died!

That's a master of the Celestial Realm!

Although there have been a lot of genius freaks in the past 30 years compared with the previous 30 years, it has not reached the point where King Kong is everywhere and is not as good as a dog. Not to mention the Xuan, it is rare for ordinary people in the King Kong Realm to see it, and it can be regarded as the existence of the ancestor.

The heavenly elephant realm is even more of a celestial figure.

When was the last time a celestial realm person fell?

Li Chungang pierced the green robe of Xudu with a sword or did Han Mink Temple pick up the skin charm and put the red armor?

The sword Jiuhuang that Shangwu Emperor City used to exert Haoran sword intent was only a half-step celestial phenomenon.

The celestial man came by the dragon, and the heavenly man was slashed with a sword, and it was rumored to be a god.

Celestial beings are land immortals!

Even if it was Wang Xianzhi of Emperor Wu City, everyone only dared to guess that they might have reached the realm of land immortals, and Cao Changqing, Deng Tai'a and others were just celestial realms.

It's just a fluke to see the sword slashing the heavens, most of them are crazy and stupid after coming down from Huishan, whenever they are asked about the heavens and people, there are many words like "ghosts" in their mouths, which makes many people feel sorry.

The fight in the celestial realm is already a rare sight in Jiazi, but the three-foot peak of Pinghui Mountain, fighting with heaven and man, what scene should it be?

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Getaway

The sloppy old Taoist Zhao Xiyan didn't close his eyes for half a night, he really couldn't close his eyes, and the earth-shattering fight on Huishan made him the only two good houses in this small broken Taoist temple, and there were two more big holes on the roof, leaking wind and rain.

If you do a closer look, it's all money!

Since he has accepted an apprentice, he always has to leave some thoughts for his apprentice, but when he was young, he liked to send love to the mountains and rivers, and he was born, even if the ancestors on the mountain liked him a lot of lakes, but where did he care about the false names of Yuyi Qingxiang?

I wandered down the mountain for most of my life before returning to the mountain.

Half a lifetime is free, and the two sleeves are used to the breeze, except for the "Big Dream Spring and Autumn", after all, the only thing that can be left to the apprentice is this small Taoist temple.

The old Taoist priest with messy hair was calculating how many silver taels he wanted to claim, whether it was fifty or one hundred, when a voice came from behind his ear: "Bull's nose, your ass is so high, didn't you fart all night?" ”

The old Taoist priest let out an "ah" in surprise, turned around, and said with an incredulous face: "Are you going down to Huishan?" ”

Jing Zhou glanced at the dilapidated and half-dilapidated small Taoist temple, and said, "Why don't you come down and stay on it?" You can't go and take a look at the Daogu who Xuanyuan Dapan took away from Longhu Mountain. ”

"Not to mention, this side of the water and soil raises one side of the people, the apprentices and grandchildren of your senior brothers, the body is quite plump, the ordinary woman has four taels of meat in front of her, and the furnace of Xuanyuan is at least four taels more. When the courtyard on which the bull descended collapsed, the man who ran away called a waste force. ”