The phantom of the god of war stared at the butcher knife lying on the ground and said: "From now on, life and death depend on fate, the deity will no longer interfere, if you can set foot on the path of cultivating immortals, then when you enter the Jindan period, we will see you again." After the phantom of the god of war finished speaking, it turned into a golden light and drilled into the mud pill palace at the center of Tu Xiaodao's eyebrows, turning into a golden fetus villain, and the little golden man was silent and completely fell into a deep sleep.

Everything in the bazaar returned to its original state, as if the mountain demon had never been here at all, the phantom of the god of war of the god clan erased everyone's memories of him, and the immortal masters were suddenly rescued from the demon cloud array, only to feel that the clouds were in the fog, and they felt very strange, but since the mountain demon had been removed, they had to hurry back to Zixiamen to die, they stepped on the flying sword and were about to leave.

But I heard someone behind them shouting, "Immortal masters, wait a minute!"

The immortal master at the head turned around and saw a half-grown man with an unkempt face, a bloody face, and a wounded little yellow dog in his arms.

"Immortal Master, please take me to Immortal Mountain!" Tu Xiaodao prayed.

"Oh, the long road of cultivating immortals is not something that anyone can set foot on. "The head of the immortal master did not look back.

"The mountain demon killed my father, this revenge is not shared, I want to practice the fairy law, kill all the monsters in the world!" "Tu Xiaodao and his father have depended on each other since he was a child, and now his father died tragically at the hands of the mountain demon, Xiaodao has become an orphan, and his hatred for the mountain demon is incomprehensible.

A female immortal cultivator saw that there seemed to be a divine light flashing between her eyebrows when Xiaodao spoke, and her heart moved, so she quietly said to the immortal cultivator headed by her: "This kid looks a little extraordinary, senior brother, let's take him to Luoxiamen, let the master take a look, maybe he is a good seedling for cultivating immortals!"

"Hmm. The leader of the immortal cultivators nodded.

The female immortal cultivator beckoned at the slaughtering knife: "Little brother, come here!"

Tu Xiaodao wiped the tears from his face, and hurriedly ran towards the female cultivator. The female cultivator stretched out her hand and gently held it, but Tu Xiaodao only felt that her body suddenly became lighter, and then it was lifted onto the flying sword of the female cultivator by a gentle force.

The female cultivator gently held the knife and said softly, "Stand firm!"

The immortal cultivator led by him said coldly: "Let's go!" Dozens of flying swords turned into streamers and left, and the unsuspecting crowd in the bazaar fell to their knees, thanking the immortal master for saving them from the hands of the mountain demon.

Thousands of miles away from the southwest of Qingyang Town is Luoxia Peak, Luoxia Peak is located on the huge lonely mountain range, the peak is ten thousand miles high, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are steaming, the cranes come and go, and the divine light is overflowing. At the top of Luoxia Peak, there is Luoxia Palace, which is where ordinary people look up to the mountains.

A journey of thousands of miles, but half an hour of kung fu arrived, after the initial dizziness and vomiting, now the knife finally adapted to the speed and height of the flying sword, this is still the result of the female fairy master behind the knife to transmit yuan force to its body, otherwise how can the knife gain a foothold on the flying sword?

At this moment, standing on the flying sword and looking down, I saw that the lonely mountain range was like a dragon, and the Luoxia Peak was a pillar of optimus, it was evening, the sun was setting, the sunset was all over the sky, the Luoxia Palace on the peak was reflected by the sunset and the sunset, the weather was thousands, and then there were fairy birds fluttering back and forth, the divine sound was distant and ethereal, and the situation in front of me was really the same as the fairyland.

"Little knife, although I have been back and forth more than 10,000 times, what I see today is by no means comparable to the past!" The female fairy master held the shoulders of the butcher knife with both hands, looking at the unkempt boy in front of her, she seemed to see herself more than a hundred years ago, and she was only the size of a butcher knife at that time, and she was not like a stupid girl entering the Grand View Garden, dazzling? Thinking of this, this female fairy master couldn't help but feel motherly love overflowing, looking at the lonely butcher knife, she couldn't help but have the urge to protect from her heart.

A group of Luoxia Men people landed outside the Luoxia Palace, and at this time, a disciple walked out of the hall and said, "Senior Brother Chengfeng, Senior Sister Mu Ci, Master has been waiting for a long time, please follow me in." ”

The two nodded, only to hear Lu Chengfeng say, "Please lead the way in front of the junior brother." ”

The two entered the Luoxia Palace, and there was an old man with a white beard and a majestic appearance sitting on the high position in the hall, which was the Luoxia Daoren, the master of the Luoxia Gate.

Lu Chengfeng and Mu Ci both bowed and hugged their fists and said, "I've seen Shizun!"

"Well," said Luoxia Daoren, "how are things going in Qingyang Town?"

"Master Qiyu, Qingyang Town turned out to be a trap, we were trapped by the Demon Cloud Array, and we almost lost our minds and entered the Demon Dao!"

"Oh, Demon Cloud Array, is this demon king crazy, and how did you get out of trouble?"

"I'm ashamed to say it, the disciple can't remember how he got out of the Demon Cloud Great Array, as if that memory had been erased. ”

"There is such an unbelievable thing!" Luoxia Daoist hurriedly used his divine sense to probe Lu Chengfeng's sea of knowledge, but he found nothing at all. He couldn't help muttering to himself, "Which master is secretly helping?"

At this time, Mu Ci said: "Master, I met a young man in Qingyang Town, maybe it has something to do with this matter. ”

"Really, where is his person?" asked Luoxia Daoren.

And he was outside the temple. ”

"Then let him in and let him see. ”

After a while, Tu Xiaodao came to the hall with the summoned disciples, looking at Tu Xiaodao's unkempt face, blood-stained face, and holding a dirty little yellow dog in his arms, Luoxia Daoist couldn't help frowning.

Mu Ci said: "Little knife, quickly salute the door master." ”

Tu Xiaodao knelt down in a panic and kowtowed: "I've seen the master of the door!"

"Get up. Luoxia Daoist said coldly, just now he used his divine sense to secretly probe the body of Tu Xiaodao, and did not find anything abnormal, and the root bones were also flat, but Luoxia Dao was born cautious, so he took out a bronze mirror and beckoned to Tu Xiaodao: "You come here." ”

Tu Xiaodao glanced at Mu Ci, and Mu Ci said in a low voice: "Go over." ”

Facing the majestic Luoxia Daoist, Tu Xiaodao staggered to the bottom of the steps, Luoxia Daoist held a bronze mirror to Tu Xiaodao, this is a magic weapon for Luoxiamen to test the qualifications of disciples, the bronze mirror shines on Tu Xiaodao's body, Tu Xiaodao's qualifications are mediocre, and it is not suitable for cultivating immortals at all. Luoxia Daoren shook his head: "Mu Ci, let him go back, judging from his qualifications, it is better to be a mortal honestly, as for the person who rescued you, there must be another master." ”

Hearing what Luoxia Daoist said, Xiaodao knelt down when he landed: "Lord of the door, please leave Xiaodao, as long as you agree to keep Xiaodao, I will be a cow and a horse to repay you in the next life!"

"Hmph!" Luoxia Daoist was displeased.

At this time, Mu Ci also knelt down with a plop: "Master, Xiaodao's father was killed by the mountain demon in Qingyang Town, and now that his parents are dead, send him back, he will be lonely, I implore Shizun to leave him behind." ”

"This ......" Luoxia Daoist hesitated, Mu Ci was his closed disciple, and he relied on him very much on weekdays, and now she pleaded like this, how could she refute her face, so she had to say to Mu Ci: "Since you intercede for him, let him stay." ”

"Master Xie has mercy, let the disciple teach him!" Mu Ci said happily.

"You also have to concentrate on cultivating the Tao on weekdays, so that won't distract you? ”

"Master...... "Mu Cizhi wants to speak.

But he was interrupted by Luoxia Daoren: "Don't say it again, it's so decided, you have worked hard all the way, hurry up and go down to rest." ”