The Great Hall of Teaching!

Under a statue of Yuan Shi Tianzun, there stood a middle-aged man.

He was dressed in a purple robe and had a majestic face with Chinese characters,

The eyebrows are thick, and the tail of the eyebrows hangs down like a long hair-like brow.

His eyes were blazing, and when others saw it, they couldn't help but shout an immortal master.

Bright!

The statue of Tianzun flashed with a burst of light, and a golden figure sat cross-legged on top of the clouds,

Behind him, there was a strange aura of law circling! The power of the flowing laws is daunting!

When the golden light dissipated, the white-haired old man with a good face was revealed.

Seeing the old man, the middle-aged man who had been standing in front of the statue before made a Taoist salute with his hands in his fists.

"Nether Sect Disciple, Nine Foxes Meet the Patriarch!"

The middle-aged man shouted softly reverently.

The white-haired old man who stopped in mid-air opened his eyes, looked down at the disciples under his seat, and said succinctly.

"What is the important matter of calling this seat today?"

"Back to the patriarch, the peach in the southern region is in the world, according to the disciple's report, it is a 10,000-year-old best peach......"

Yuan Shi Tianzun's doppelganger's words fell, and the nine foxes spoke quickly, and the information of Pan Tao came out.

Hear it! Yuan Shi Tianzun was shocked!

After the catastrophe of Journey to the West, this peach fell into the hands of the Queen Mother of the West!

If the gods and Buddhas of the heavens want to ask for one, they have to look at her face and act.

As for forcing each other by deeds, that is even more impossible! Just because this Queen Mother of the West is a virgin who sits down with Hongjun Daozu!

If you move her, you have to weigh yourself, whether you can wrestle with Hongjun Dao Ancestor.

"Is that true?" Yuan Shi Tianzun asked again.

Jiuhu still said this, nodded and replied categorically.

"That's true!"

After a moment of silence, Yuan Shi Tianzun left a sentence of the saint's order and disappeared in front of the statue.

"Among the three religions and nine streams, my exposition of the religion is the most prosperous, do not be contaminated with too much cause and effect in this action, so as not to change the catastrophe, remember to ......"

Thump!

The Nine Foxes knelt on the ground and bowed their heads, kowtowing to send Yuan Shi Tianzun away.

Southern Regions! On the mountain road thousands of kilometers away from the city of life, a young man in white and a man dressed in green clothes,

Holding a straight half-meter branch, the little scholar gestured as he walked.

Wherever he passed, it was a piece of grass that broke at the waist!

Whew!

"Slay the dragon old dog! Eat a sword! Ha~! ”

The little scholar shouted! Wrist turn instantly!

A burst of cyan energy surged towards the branch in his hand! A half-arc sword qi flew out with a whoosh!

Whew!

Where the sword qi passed, the grass and trees collapsed to the ground! The flat incision is even pleasing to the eye.

"Division...... Master! I'll make a sword, and you'll see! ”

Zi Ming ran to Zi Jun's side excitedly, pulled his robe and pointed to the grass and trees that had fallen to the ground.

Hearing the sound, a slight smile appeared at the corner of Zijun's mouth, this kid has no cultivation, but he has not learned any martial arts.

Although this scene was an unintentional move, it was enough to prove that this son had some talent for sword cultivation.

"Yes, but it's still almost, do you remember the sword book that the master handed over to you?"

Zijun looked down at him, who raised his right hand and clasped his index finger on his cheek, pondering for a moment.

"Hmm...... Qi Xing goes to the court and goes down to Xuan, and the weather is Shen Dan around the pulse, if you want to pass the gods in the way of the sword, the qi essence and vein Xuan must pass by yourself......"

Listening to Zi Ming's word-for-word recitation, the whole Chaos Sword Gang General Technique.

Zijun smiled with relief and opened his mouth with a smile.

"If you can't reach it, the realm of Qi Essence and Pulse Xuan, even if you swing a sword that shocks the world, it will only be in vain......

If he does not have a sword in his hand, he will be subject to others when he fights against others.

Because of this, the master passed on your Taoism, and did not focus on external forces.

Now it seems that the Dharma you have cultivated has turned the cart before the .......

Hearing this, Zi Mingmao suddenly opened, and the practice of the past few days,

Whenever the sword qi in his body exploded by a point, he wanted to vent and be handsome.

But how can he, who has not yet glimpsed the door, do it, no sword in his hand is better than a sword?

Only then did he hold a branch all the way, instead of the swordless realm, and practice swordsmanship!

But he forgot that Zijun passed on his sword path, but it was different from ordinary people!

The first volume of the opening chapter! It is to practice the realm of having no sword in your heart than having a sword!

Although the beginning is difficult, if it is practiced, it must be that everything in the world can be a sword!

"The apprentice knows his mistake, please punish ......" Zi Ming looked lost, lowered his head and raised his hands to beg for a beating.

Raising his hand and touching his head, Zijun didn't scold, picked up the wine gourd, raised his head and drank a sip of the spirit wine in the gourd, and smiled.

"This Chaos Sword Gang is already difficult to learn, making mistakes is not a common thing, the most important thing is to change when you know your mistakes, and learn from the past."

Retracting his palm, Zi Ming grinned, bent down and picked up the branches on the ground,

After hesitating for a moment, he threw himself into the grass and turned to chase after Zijun.

"Master, isn't my senior brother who is a great disciple of the mountain very powerful? Did he also learn the general trick of this Chaos Sword Gang? ”

Zi Ming opened his mouth to ask, but Zi Jun shook his head no, and replied with his hands behind his back.

"His cultivation method is different from yours, you two have their own strengths, there is no need to compare one or two."

On the branches, a green finch looked at the branches in the grass, exuding blue-gray sword intent,

Observe for a moment and lean over, pick up a branch and fly into the distance.......

At the gate of the city of death, there was no lively crowd, only a black-armored man holding a rusty iron gun, leaning against the city gate and falling asleep.

Looking up, the gold plaque printed with the word "death" was already rusty, and the surface was black, similar to rusty black gold.

Not only that, but the walls are covered with green moss and vines.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like what a city should look like.

"In the future, this city of the dead has changed so much, it is more and more like a dead city, huh! Master, look at that! ”

Zi Ming raised his hand and pointed to the plaque behind the guards of the Black Armor City Gate, and shouted Zijun Dao.

Looking in the direction Zi Ming pointed, a line of simple handwriting the size of a child's fist was engraved on the plaque.

"Don't get close to the living, the ghosts and gods take refuge temporarily, and enter this city, life and death are up to fate?"

After speaking, Zijun stepped forward with great interest, and the black-armored soldier lying on the ground,

I don't know if it was intentional or if I slept too deeply, and I didn't sense the approach of Zijun and the others.

"Hey! Who are you? Why do you sleep here? Zi Ming reached out and nudged the black-armored guard.

Bang dang~!

I saw a helmet wearing a black iron mask rolling to the ground!

Seeing this scene, Zi Ming was so frightened that she slipped behind Zi Jun, and her mouth was even more nervous.

"Bodhisattva bless! Buddha bless! No! Master bless! Master! I didn't kill anyone, it was on its own. ”

Zi Ming looked frightened, and hid behind Zijun to justify.

Although he has cultivated for thousands of years, he has a human life in his hand and does not dare to touch it.

The lives of the hands are all the Longhu Mountain, and the pheasants and ducks are the majority.

No wonder he was so scared. "Who! Dare to disturb the master's dream, dare to come to this ghost town? Don't die! ”

In the black armor, a head slowly stretched out, the person looked ordinary,

His face was pale and he didn't look the slightest color, like a corpse that had been frozen to death.

(End of chapter)