は防§过§lv The following is a typo, according to the pinyin, Bai Du = Baidu to shrimp = yixia hey = нèì Yan = Yan brother = ge pipe = guan cut = kan drunk = zui letter = xin Zhang = zhang street = jie "Actually, you don't need to answer my question!" The tea in the pot had already been drunk by the two of them, playing with the emerald green teacup, Wang Mo quietly looked at the monk who was sitting opposite him

"I don't know!" sighed lightly, knowing that the monk shook his head, his face a little complicated

"I know, but I can't tell you!"

Frowning, the monk asked, "Why?"

"If I tell you, then what's the difference between it and the hypocrisy in those books!"

Rolling his eyes slightly, the monk suddenly asked in shock: "What does the donor mean, is it for the little monk to experience it himself?"

On the surface, he just nodded lightly, but Wang Mo couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, knowing that the monk was a little pitiful, he had lived for more than one hundred and twenty years and had never left the mountain gate, and he really didn't know if this was luck or sadness

A pair of eyes that have become bright and wise because of practicing Zen and Buddhism, quietly falling into deep thought at the moment, chuckling, Wang Mo shook his head and said: "Knowing the master, it seems that my problem has not been solved!"

In a word, the monk trembled violently, and then said with some embarrassment: "The little monk who has sinned guilty is a little out of shape, and I hope the donor will forgive me."

"It's okay!"

"May I ask the donor what he has any doubts about cultivation, the little monk has the courage to answer one or two" nodded at Wang Mo, knowing that the monk smiled mildly and said. Manually input the letters into the web address: неì УаПge. See also the new chapter

"Master. Don't you already know?" chuckled. Wang Mo asked, "Dissatisfied with the donor who came with Wang Mo's donor, the little monk had no intention of discovering that the cultivation of the three donors was stagnant in the late stage of the birth gate, presumably, it was to break through the realm of the injured door."

"But the little monk saw that the donor's cultivation was only in the early stage of life, and it seemed that it would take some days to condense the Immortal Palace."

"I'm here to accompany my three brothers, and I can also listen to the artistic conception of condensing the Immortal Palace, and also lay the foundation for the future" Wang Mo knew that others saw that his cultivation was only in the early stage of life, so he lied

Nodding slightly, the monk asked, "I don't know how many years the donor has cultivated immortals?"

"It's almost five years!" Blinking his eyes, Wang Mo said casually, "Five years?" Knowing what the monk said, he was obviously shocked, and secretly thought that he had cultivated for more than 100 years before he could barely break through the realm of the Seven Palaces of the Wounded Gate, and this person had only cultivated for five years, and he was already an immortal in the early stage of the birth gate

Moan a little. Knowing that the monk suddenly stood up slowly, nodded, and waved his right hand suddenly, the whole person's temperament suddenly changed, from a monk with a gentle temperament, instantly became majestic, although the whole person did not exude any immortal power on the body, but there was a kind of unfathomable like the sea

Under the traction of the immortal power in Wang Mo's body, his eyes suddenly flashed brightly, this knew that the monk was at the moment now, and his cultivation, Wang Mo couldn't see through, but after this bright light flashed slightly, he calmed down, and wanted to pour down a cup of tea, but found that Wang Mo, who had already been refined in the teapot, nodded, as if talking to himself: "Is this the strength of the Seven Palace Immortals of the Wounded Gate?"

Although Wang Mo had seen the battle between Meng Yao and the Purple Iron Ghost Bull and Tiger, it was a distance of 10,000 meters to watch, like this feeling of being close at hand, Wang Mo really experienced it for the first time, knowing that the monk chuckled lightly and said: "Donor, this is a surprise in the realm of wounded doors."

As he spoke, he knew that the monk's whole body suddenly moved, and suddenly a sense of raging and furious violence enveloped the entire wooden house, but it was quite miraculous that it did not damage the wooden house, and it did not reveal any of it

At this moment, inside and outside the wooden house, it was as if two worlds had been cut off by a knife

This raging and violent aura permeated the surroundings, Wang Mo's body, involuntarily burst out with strong immortal power, resisting it, at this time, his immortal power, almost as soon as it flowed, he was immediately attracted by this raging and violent breath, and in an instant, he was assimilated by this rage and became crazy

Under this madness, Wang Mo's eyes showed a trace of horror, the immortal power in his body was actually uncontrollable, and even he had a feeling that even his own heart was assimilated by the other party's violent aura at this moment, as if at this moment, everything that he had worked hard for five years of cultivation had become a spell for the other party to attack him at this moment

"Is this the strength of the Wounded Door Realm?" Wang Mo's voice revealed a hint of madness

After glancing at Wang Mo, the momentum suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared, and the gentle smile on the monk's face was once again on his face

In this short period of time, Wang Mo was already in a cold sweat, he took a deep breath, his right hand trembled a little, trembled and took out the wine jug in the storage bag, and took a big sip, after a long time, the immortal power in his body gradually calmed down.

"Donor. Have you ever felt anything?" Facing Wang Mo with his palm, he knew that the monk said gently, but Wang Mo did not answer, but just squinted his eyes deeply, and sat cross-legged on the futon, with a pair of deep eyes, slowly closed, and gradually fell into endless concentration

Seeing that Wang Mo was in a state of flux, the monk smiled gently, and then disappeared into the wooden house like a ghost

After knowing that the monk was gone, Wang Mo's body slowly emitted a faint green light

In the other three wooden houses, the three of He Fang, who were also deeply inspired by these wounded monks, all sat motionless on the futon, closed their eyes and fell into a state of meditation

The monk who left the wooden house manipulated the transparent lotus flying magic weapon, and in just a few breaths, he came to the top floor of the attic. The attic has a total of 999 floors high, and the wooden house where Wang Mo stayed before was on the eighty-seventh floor, and it only took a few breaths to enter the top floor, which shows that the speed of this lotus magic weapon is extremely high

The top floor of the attic, different from other floors, the huge top floor has only one wooden house, it is the largest of this attic, the most beautiful thing is to see that the huge wooden house is completely made of the famous immortal wood - Huoxiang wood, carved out, in the fairy capital is only a baby's arm thickness Huoxiang wood is worth tens of millions of jade crystal, you can imagine what kind of existence is the big wooden house made of nearly 500 acres of Huoxiang wood

The whole wooden house looks unusually majestic and mysterious. Outside the wooden door squatting two wooden lions carved from Huoxiang wood, the mighty and domineering look, the blazing lion eyes, just like two live lions, squatting straight on both sides of the wooden door, you can see the essence of the carving person's craftsmanship

Knowing that the monk stood outside the door with a melancholy face, just when his mind was complicated, the wooden lion on the right side suddenly twisted his neck, and a deep voice came out: "The door master let you in" and then continued to squat motionlessly in place

Frowning slightly, the monk bowed slightly to the wooden lion with his hands folded, and walked towards the huge wooden door that opened automatically

After walking slowly for nearly half a cup of tea, the monk suddenly came to a wooden door, the wooden house in front of him was much smaller than the outside, but it was only a wooden door with two ends higher than an adult man, which was also very valuable

"Come in!" he said he had just arrived at the door and stopped. A slightly weak voice floated out slowly

Gently pushed the door in, it was an authentic old monk with a bare head, no hair in sight, wrinkles on his face looked extremely weak, a gray monk's robe was neatly worn on his body, a pinch of long beard on his chin had already turned white, it seemed that he was very weak, half lying on the wooden bed and coughing from time to time

"Come on" stretched out his right hand like dead wood, the old monk gently beckoned the monk to come, first to the old monk with his hands folded and bowed deeply, then walked quickly forward, half kneeling beside the bed.

The "master" gently held the old monk's exhausted right hand, and his eyes turned red after just a few breaths.

"Apprentice, the master has set the limit!, those uncles of yours are already ready to move, it seems that after the death of the master, they will definitely not treat you well!"

"Master apprentice, you are not afraid of you, and you will not die" Tears quietly slid down his cheeks, and he burst into tears at this moment.

"Hehe, the monks pay attention to breaking off the red dust, how can they cry" lovingly stroked the shoulders of Zhizhi, the old monk coughed lightly, and said weakly: "What is the matter with finding a teacher today?"

Wipe away tears from your face. I stammered a little: "I, I"

There was another cough, and the old monk said softly: "If you don't say it now, I'm afraid there will be no time in the future!" After finishing speaking, he laughed bitterly at himself

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