When the old madman dragged his luck, the whole heaven and earth were covered with a cumbersome atmosphere, suppressing the grass and trees on the Tibetan peak, and suddenly there were bursts of thunder.

On the floating mountain, a dilapidated fruit tree crackled into pieces, the fruit rolled down the mountain stream, and countless small animals woke up from the land and fled.

With the thunder more and more loud, the breath of suppression is heavier, after the Tibetan peak falls dozens of feet, the stone tower shakes and wants to fall, there are several peaks affected by this, the old decayed yellow mountain clothes on the spring peak suppress the voice, twist a yellow leaf and throw it out, explode, turn into a small wasabi, fall in the mountain stream, prevent the shaking of the peak.

Xia Feng, a fanatical aura erupted from the tiger-skinned man, condensed around him, lit up to the ground, and then looked at Dong Feng in the distance and also burst out with a strong aura.

On the sword peak, the white-haired old man Xiao Shanhuai sat on the plate holding the sword book in his hand, floating lightly, not surprised by the approaching formation, and took out a sword light from the book and flew out, directly fusing the thundercloud in mid-air, turning into a rain that was only half an hour.

Many mountain peaks flew in, as if asking the reason for the matter, but they were waved back by the laughing mountain locust.

He then sighed, pinched a spell in his hand, rotated around the aperture behind him, and then divided into several sword shadows and rushed to his peak, but when he reached midair, he was directly cut off by his waist.

Xiaoshan Huai wrinkled: "This kind of power does not belong to Taibei Mountain. ”

He brushed the sword book lightly, pulled up an invisible sword shadow, and the writing in it fluttered, threw it into the sky, and said: "I use the sword book to seek some survival opportunities for the people of the Mandate of Heaven, I don't know if it's possible?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his palm suddenly felt painful, leading to a trace of ulceration, and he said in a low voice: "I really can't help but say, hehe." ”

He raised his hand to leave a clear mark on his pulse, and the festering tendencies stopped.

From the stone tower behind him, an old man with a rickety body and a mask walked out, he stepped lightly, stood beside Xiaoshan Huai, and said: "The sky is no longer the sky, and the earth is no longer the earth. The era we are experiencing has long passed, and the current era is turbulent, which will surely resonate with heaven and earth. The man of destiny is just an introduction, and there are many bizarre things to follow. ”

Xiao Shanhuai smiled: "No wonder you stopped retreating for the sake of that person of destiny, right?"

Dao Knock smiled, "You're only half right. I meditated to explore the principle of red dust, but I had no choice but to disturb my state of mind, and I couldn't see clearly what dust was. Isn't the result of the dust falling to nature a return to nature? But so many confident people seem to be able to accept the will of heaven and seek solace after competing for the starry sky. It's ridiculous, there's everything in the world, you can't get out and exist alone. Your every move will cause a certain range of movements. But when the Destiny Believer came, people's hearts were panicked, and so many ordinary monks were destined to find something of their own in their eyes. ”

Xiaoshan Huai smiled, "What is it?"

Dao knocked out his sword, broke it directly, and snapped into the surrounding clouds and mist, brewing a momentum, and then snapping and breaking, he said lightly: "Life, death, death, life." ”

He then said, "When I was in retreat, I watched the transcripts of a star-chasing senior. He used his cultivation to turn his pen into pen power, igniting hope with his blood. Waiting for the younger generations to cultivate can reach the point where they can wave their hands to the moon and step on the galaxy, and their eyes can go thousands of miles and see through the backs of the world. Forget all the distress in your mind and leave a side of kindness. This is unrealistic words. Whether people are born good, whether people are maliciously burdened, and when people experience the changes in the world, they become very complicated, and it lies in their hearts. ”

"And the man of destiny is the guide

Heaven's obsession, heaven is for life, but heaven is bad, why? But I don't know. Because these things seem to be contained in the eyes of the people of destiny. ”

Laughing locust wailing.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the sword peak was under pressure from top to bottom, sinking a few feet, and the Dao knocked out the sword intent in the clouds and mist, turning into nothing, and piercing the rope out of thin air, revealing the dilapidated and dilapidated sword peak body, and the rock rolled down.

He probed the air and folded again, kneading a strong sword qi, looking at the Xiaoshan Huai was confused, and the power of the lower sword peak suddenly stopped, startling the flying bird Lu Yan, blowing the calm of the cultivators who had cultivated to the lower level, making them all show their shocked faces.

"In that case, I'll take a gamble too. This is the fate of catching the peaks, in this era of urgency, if you don't move, you will fail. ”

Dao Knock stretched out his arm, a long sword appeared from behind him, a thick sword intent jumped up, shrouded in an old aura, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and waved it fiercely, the sword peak burst out with a strong murderous aura, and rushed out like a bamboo, the sword ring behind Xiaoshan Huai was pulled by him and blurred, and the invisible sword light was also mixed in, causing many mountains to subside in the peaks to rise suddenly, and many springs were bursting with a shocking murderous aura, and they attacked straight above the sword sky.

"Induce luck. His originally silent cultivation was released, and while it boomed, it caused all the sword qi to hiss, and the clouds and mist gathered in the whining wind.

Many peak masters looked up, but they were full of contemplation.

Only Chunfeng Huang Luanyi glanced at the picture on the wall, there was an extra woman in front of her, walking back and forth with her, her expression was helpless and not lacking in bearing, just like Huang Luanyi when she was young, she twisted her clothes, and the sense of play was strong, "That's it." The matter was difficult to decide, and it went with the wind. ”

The spring breeze grass dragon and the wooden dragon stretched out its head from the mountain stream, shattered into pieces of branches and leaves, and flew to the sky above the sword peak.

Looking at the sword qi above the sword peak closely, enveloping the entire Mount Everest, like a point, guiding the pressure above, pressing the invisible pressure from the sky on the tip of the sword of the mountain, like a white paper against the edge, but although the white paper is ordinary wallpaper, it may be made of iron.

In Fufeng City, the old madman pulled up the wooden pavilion, his face was pale, to say that his own cultivation was not enough, and his luck deepened, seemingly invisible, and like a little clear water, nourishing his heart. Happily and comfortably, he threw down the surrounding aura and completely immersed himself in it, and when the wooden pavilion rose to a height of dozens of zhang, he sighed and looked at his disciples.

"Zangsheng, you must not forget. You still have me, and you have a madman master who can bring you back. You're going to give me time. ”

He absorbed the power of luck conveyed by Zhu Feng, "It's really happy, Lao Tzu remembers your kindness." ”

Zilou floated to the sea, but the place he was going to was about a hundred miles away from Fufeng City, but at the current speed, he needed to walk for an hour or two, and Li Shuishan at that time was afraid that he would not be able to support it for a long time.

The old madman poured all the aura into Zilou and marched quickly.

Two figures followed closely, one holding a wine jug and the other stepping on a flying sword.

In the distance, there was a man and a soul, tired and panting.

Both of them had clear bite marks from their hands and feet to their necks, and the robes on their bodies were rotten with a few cuts, and the dark aura of the ghost claws had not yet dissipated, so they scolded, "Grandma, when and where did I suffer this kind of sin? It's good that you have a sharp nose and can smell him. ”

Bent down again, looked at the distant Zilou, showed a helpless expression, and continued to run.

Underwater, there was a barren place, where blisters and weeds were grown, corpses with bones and heads discarded in the ravine, and from time to time a giant monster swam by, clutching its nose and yawning a few times. It is such a place, there is a light gauze white tent hidden in the depths, and there is a figure similar to a woman who roars out and slowly leads away.

On the gushing water spring beside it, the demon soul pulling the iron rope showed confusion, pulled out a clear white mark, twitched, and beat it rapidly.

In the distance, there was an old evil thing, wearing a monk's white robe, revealing the shells in his sleeves, and putting them in it again, which was a little interesting, but the white robe was shabby, and a little bit of it was rotten, and the tattooed dragon shadow had its head removed and its tail left, pinched and beaten, and threw it aside, and replaced it with another set, this one was new and soft, and walked around with a show, and also stuffed a shell, and when he raised his hand, the stone fell out again.

He angrily threw his robe aside and swam to the surface of the water, trying to get a breath of fresh air. A huge shadow swept in front of his eyes, and in surprise it plunged into the water, chirping without knowing what to say, revealing the ears next to his head, sending water waves into the depths.

In the depths, a few little fish demons dozed off as if nothing happened, and the sound waves reached their ears, and they jumped up in fright, pinched the steel fork in their hands, and galloped away, turning into messengers one by one, until the last little ghost nodded and walked to a crystal blue area.

Countless white-sailed wooden boats slumbered here, broken sails, piled up into a huge cemetery, and in the middle there was a large wooden boat of hundreds of feet, cut from the middle, and the hull was nailed with hundreds of steel forks. The pole was folded into a wooden window, and the white sails were softly folded together to make a comfortable quilt, leaving a beautiful-looking, slightly feminine man to live in.

Before the man could come, he got up and put on a blue and white robe, wrapped in a green robe, and walked away, but his legs and feet were not like human souls, as if they were pieced together.

The imp rushed to his knees, buzzing at the bottom of his mouth.

The man nodded, motioning for him to leave.

He looked at the surface of the sky and turned into a fierce water and rushed away.

Zilou is now far away from Fufeng City, and there is no shadow in sight, and the old madman sighs, pinching his pulse again, revealing traces, pinching out a handful of brown crystals from his sleeve and sending them to Li Shuishan, but he is blocked three inches away.

He breathed suddenly, and the crystal turned into aura into his nose.

"Lao Tzu will definitely save you. He smelted the wooden plank ruthlessly, pinched up a spell, and said in his mouth: "The art of returning to the clear." ”

Three star dots suddenly burst out around him, slowly expanding, and turning into a wall of nebulae, the three largest of which were connected into a line, "Huiqing was originally a technique of smelting the mind and breathing induction, which can also be used to deduce creation, if I connect with the fate of Tibetan beings and speculate on the world he sees, I can become another him and share part of the curse for him." ”

He frantically absorbed the aura and condensed the nebula.

Not far ahead, there was an ugly-looking monster holding a steel fork, its eyes were large and small, and the aquatic plants were covered on the green cortex, and with its roar, a crystal blue aura appeared behind it, and blue water came out against the back end of the steel fork.

It spun its hand a few times, took a few steps back, ran and threw out the steel fork fiercely, the blue water swelled into a boost, and the speed increased a lot, and then saw the blue water become a chain, tightly clasping its wrist.

The old madman looked at the three star points in front of him with a demented face, and suddenly a murderous aura struck, his face was solemn, he reached out and grabbed the red-eyed iron sword, turned around and said, "Looking for death?"