This is Duan De's speculation that the bones are almost completely disintegrated and scrapped, and he is more afraid of self-comfort, right?

Cultivation is not much, he has always had blind self-confidence in the ability to save his life, and he has also proved that his self-confidence is not vain.

You must know that the bone body is his sharpest hole card today, how can the combat power not need to be expressed, just the defense is not something that ordinary people can break, and it is not that it has not undergone the baptism of space, this time?

Is it enough to save this little life?

Hmm? The source power has replenishment energy? Where is this? I'm afraid that this half of the time will be kept for a long time?

I don't know how long it took, Duan De's sluggish perception found that the source force could absorb energy from the external environment, but it was too much to repair the injured body, and it was just at the point where it could maintain balance.

This kind of fate is no longer in control of the situation, Duan De himself counted how many times, forget it, it has long been unclear, when manpower is finally poor, the time when he is unable to control his own destiny is actually not less.

It's just that he couldn't remember this kind of thing at that time, and after this stubble, it became a dispensable memory, maybe sometimes he could recall the situation at this time, but he would never feel the feeling at this time.

Worried about the safety of the North Palace, no matter what, now she is her own woman after all, worried about the safety of the Yan Huang Sect, the current situation is different from the past, the entire cultivator world may overturn at any time, and what Weishui can do is actually extremely limited.

With her temperament, if it is unviolable, no one will put it in her eyes except to keep Xiaoyu.

Duan De once again disappeared in the eyes of people familiar with Yan Huang Sect, the cross-border teleportation array exploded, life and death were unknown, and the news was transmitted back by Meng Butong, along with the head of the Beigong family, Beigong Yuan.

The Beigong family did not move the anger of Yanhuang, after all, after many years of cooperation, there is a bit of incense between each other, not to mention that Duan De seems to be the sunrise of the Beigong family.

The heads of the Yanhuang Sect were all disdainful when they heard the news, and they smiled and smiled, habits have become natural, no one will pay attention to this matter, what kind of virtue does their sect master have?

Meng Huangyi did not stay in the Beigong family with Meng Butong, in his words, it was not reasonable, Meng Huo and Meng Youyou were laymen, and they all chose the Beigong family.

Meng Huang is not reluctant, he joins Yanhuang alone, Chi Songzi welcomes him in person, no one will stop him, and people of the same kind have a natural sense.

Qixia Mountain Green Pine Ridge

You can look out at a mountain peak in the six capital cities, and it is also the territory of red pine nuts.

The two brothers who have never met are commensurate, at this time, Meng Huangyi and Chi Songzi have only known each other for three days, and they are indeed like friends for many years, pushing the cup and changing the lamp on the top of the Green Pine Ridge.

There are more than two people sitting around the natural stone table, and there is also the power of Meng Huangyi who came uninvited on the first day, isn't that who is Sima Hong?

It's really a bit weird for these three people to talk about the Tao, Chi Songzi is only one realm away from Sima Hong, but how can Meng Huangyi, who is newly promoted to the peak of Jindan, talk about Taoism?

Sima Hong actually sensed Meng Huangyi's breath and came to the door by himself.

"Since both of you said that the junior brother is fine, then it's okay, I can rest assured, after all, this two people are far better than me, but the two of them have been sharp for a long time, and I haven't been able to understand what's going on, do you want to solve the puzzle?"

Chi Songzi is a sincere person, Duan De's life and death are unknown after all, he is still worried, but fortunately, the two in front of him are all Dao masters, and what he said is acceptable, but since half a day ago, these two people have left him.

has always been talking about the calculation, the fingers are constant, there is no true yuan fluctuation, there is no rhyme flowing at the fingertips, Chi Songzi knows what the two of them are, and he really failed to understand what the two of them said.

Chi Songzi's meditation skills are not bad, but these two are far superior to him, this is the third time he has opened his mouth to inquire in detail, but the two of them should only be blind and unheard, and they still communicate with the strange voice that they can't understand.

Chi Songzi could see some clues from the increasingly calm faces of the two, which was why he couldn't resist the detailed inquiry.

"Poof~~~"

In the twilight, Sima Hong's face turned dark blue, and a mouthful of fishy and blackened blood sprayed directly on the stone platform in front of the three of them.

Chi Songzi was shocked, and when he fixed his eyes, the picture of a figure in the fire was changing rapidly, and it was not very clear, but it could not escape the vision of a peak-level cultivator.

"This~~~This~~~"

Chi Songzi suddenly lost his usual light and elegant, trembling and pointing at the gradually extinguishing black fire, he could only say this one word.

"Huh~~~ The heavenly machine must not be leaked~~~ Chi Songzi Taoist friend said carefully. ”

Sima Hong's face was extremely tired, he shook his head and whispered, and then stared at Meng Huangyi, who was still calculating, and couldn't help but admire it in his heart, this old cultivator is not worth mentioning, but this heavenly arithmetic is not comparable to himself, the world is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!

"Occasional feeling or a warning letter from heaven?"

Chi Songzi took a few deep breaths and sat down slowly, picked up the wine bottle and drank a whole bottle before inquiring in detail.

Heavenly machine art is the art of peeping into the sky, this kind of people are naturally also peeping at the sky, subject to the suspicion and control of the heavenly way, and they are also the closest to the heavenly way, and the heavenly way warns them are the first choice, can understand, can believe.

"It's both, the latter is the majority. ”

Sima Hong closed his eyes since he put away the Heavenly Machine Technique, and at this time, there was a fishy smell of yellow pus overflowing from his eyelids, and he didn't dare to wipe it easily with his cultivation, allowing it to be filthy on his face.

"That's okay, you know it in the world, and the rest of the people can naturally know it, you can't avoid it after all, and the fierce soldiers and horses are ready to fight, after all, fate is still in your own hands, and you will rest until you die!"

Chi Songzi straightened his body like a sheathed sword, the edge was hidden, and he was still the master of the world!

"Taoist friendliness, such a way is what our generation should have, hundreds of millions of living beings in the world expect, our top people should take the initiative to shelter from the wind and rain, until death!"

Sima Hong, who had his eyes closed, bowed to the red pine nuts, his hair was silver but he did not show the slightest old age, and he looked particularly proud under the seal and dyeing of the Xianxia in Qixia Mountain.

"If Zhangwu has such a great power as you, maybe it will be a different scene, may the great world be eternal. ”

Meng Huangyi, who didn't know when he woke up, burst into tears, but there was no sequelae of Sima Hong, which does not mean that his heavenly calculation is higher than the former, it can only be said that the skills of the Meng family are closer to the heart of heaven.

"Meng Daoyou's festival mourning, this kind of violation of the Great Dao Gang is often followed by a follow-up report, the demon realm is afraid that it will not last long if it does this, and the cultivator realm can overcome thorns and thorns, and it will exist forever!"

Sima Hong's words are very demagogic, perhaps he has been in a high position for too long, and he naturally develops habits, Meng Huangyi also knows that what he says is unrealistic, however, even if what Sima Hong said is true, what he has passed away will be what he recalls in this life after all, and retribution has no meaning.

At the same time, at the bottom of the Holy Land of Tianji Mountain, the Heavenly Machine Disk, which claimed to control everything in the world, suddenly rotated rapidly, and the mirror-like image pool in the center of the disk collapsed.

The roulette wheel accelerated at dusk, driving the entire spatial airflow to begin to accelerate, making a thunderous roar, and the Bagua Xuanguang lit up on the ground also moved, but it happened to be opposite to the roulette wheel above.

The entire huge space turned into a whirlpool in an instant, and the living dead who sat cross-legged disappeared into this whirlpool, and the silence was broken, and no matter how small the sound was, it would be infinitely amplified.

The sounds emitted by this space for tens of thousands of years will not exceed the hour of tea, and it has been the most noisy years since Duan De appeared in tens of thousands of years.

At this time, the sudden change came suddenly, and those monks who did not know how many years they had been sitting there seemed to have fallen into this crusher-like whirlpool before they could react.

As soon as Meng Huang woke up, ten breaths, the space that was almost covered by a series of rumors sounded with a clear shout.

"Slow down!"

Ten breaths, only ten breaths, I don't know how fast the whirlpool quickly calmed down, revealing the scene in it, unbelievable!

Those monks who were estimated to have turned into ashes did not move even a single trace of their hair, what was before the shock, and it was still the same after recovery, even the eight people in the center did not wake up.

The clay sculptures and wood sculptures remained motionless, and the sound seemed to come from another time and space, and the only thing that changed was the color of the entire space.

Each of the eight trigrams on the earth emits a fairy light towards the roulette wheel of the zenith, like a laser lamp, and the roulette wheel hanging on the zenith rotates much faster than before.

After receiving the immortal light from the ground, those strange runes that originally had only a dull luster will become extremely dazzling, and then projected on the surface of the central pool that has regained its calm.

There was no longer a clear image on the surface of the pool, and there was a heavy haze in it, like a cloud in a mirror, and the projected runes disappeared in the cloud, and there was nothing unusual.

The dead silence is still there, and the people here don't seem to care about these changes.

The next day, a strange edict came out from Tianji Mountain: the people of Tianji Gate spread widely in all directions, and used the art of heaven to benefit the people of all generations, and they were not summoned or returned to the mountain!

The people of Tianji Sect have actually been doing this kind of thing all the time, and rarely return to the Tianji Sect, what they are best at is to enter the mortal world and tell fortunes for others, which is the cultivation method of the Tianji Sect.

This edict really puzzled the people of Tianji Gate, but there was an order from Tianji Holy Mountain, and the people who remained in the mountain naturally had to accept it, although the number of edicts issued by Tianji Mountain was only a handful, but none of them would be false.

There are a lot of Heavenly Machine Techniques, but it is difficult to see those who are already profound, but there will definitely be no shortage of super sects, and when Yan Huang and Tianji learn the news, the Cultivator Realm Alliance will naturally be able to know about it.

On the same day, the alliance met to discuss how to deal with it.

The secret Xuanjie that belongs to the alliance, the venue that used to have Qingyun's participation, is now almost full, and the large space is as lively as a vulgar vegetable market.

It's just that there are a lot of familiar faces, at least Qingyun is not sitting on the big chair in the center now, and he is replaced by an old Mai Taoist, and Jiang Buregret's father has no chance to be taught by Qingyun, so he has changed to another rough and strong man with knotted muscles and is also full of fiery red.

This is the second day of the meeting, the catastrophe is coming, each has its own opinion, after all, it is not a family, no one has the right to make an arbitrary decision, and Qingyun's strength at that time is estimated to be useless in this kind of matter.

It is related to the life and death of the representative forces, and whether the inheritance of tens of thousands of years can be continued, and who can let it go?

"Time is running out, since you can't be unified, then you will fight separately, attack and defend to assist, as before. ”

As soon as the Buddhist door was dry, the old monk faintly appeared with a fine golden light, and his words broke the peace in the center, and no one echoed the calm breaking, and he was silent in different postures.

"As soon as the edict of heaven comes out, it is bound to be true, there is no way out, the mountain of Sumeru, my root, if destroyed... There should be no true Buddha in this realm, but there is still one breath left, and no one dares to forget this realm!"