"Meteorite Purple Thunder Chain! It seems that Senior Brother Fu Shi is really angry, and he has even used the magic weapon that he hasn't used for a long time!"

In the periphery, Fu Lizhen smiled and looked at Fukan Zhen on the side.

"The ancient demon's physical body is incomparably stronger, and his strength is strong, except for Fu Shi and Senior Brother Fu Ci who can let him go, we are no opponents. ”

Fukan Shinichi did not lose his vigilance because everyone surrounded the ancient demon Shinichi, but his expression became more solemn.

When Fu Li Zhen heard this, he also agreed with Fu Kan's judgment, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard someone shouting:

"Be careful!"

Fuli Shinichi looked around, but saw a crack in the sky suddenly crack, and a person walked out of it.

With a volley of his hand, the person who came flicked it into the air, and the meteorite purple thunder chain of the Restoration True One Imperial Envoy flew away.

It was only at this moment that everyone could see its appearance.

Dressed in green clothes, his temples are white, his face is handsome, and his temperament is warm, like a scholar who is worried about the country and the people.

"Canglan True Immortal?!"

Fu Ci Zhenyi's face was ugly, and while he spoke, he grabbed Fu Shi Zhenyi's sleeve and retreated into the crowd.

"Prepare for the Purple Mansion Thunder Refining Demon Array. ”

The people of the Shenxiao Sect who were present immediately heard the transmission of Fuci Zhenyi.

At the same time, the monks of Taiyi Sect and Zhengtian Courtyard were all awe-struck in their hearts, and they secretly cheered up, not daring to be sloppy in the slightest.

"Canglan Daoyou didn't tell me in advance when he came, this is not the way of the guest!"

An old voice sounded, and in front of Fu Ci Zhenyi and the others, there were spatial fluctuations again, and then I saw an old man with a wide robe and big sleeves and a high crown walking out of it.

"It turned out that Mr. Shuixin arrived, and the vicissitudes came suddenly, but he had no time to greet him in advance, which was rude!"

Seeing the old face of the visitor, Canglan True Immortal's eyes narrowed slightly, and then bowed to him, and said gently.

Mr. Shui Xin is a contemporary scholar of the Shocheon Temple, and it is rumored that he has survived five heavenly tribulations and is one of the true immortals of the Shocheon-in.

"It's okay, since Canglan Daoyou is here, why don't you go to my Zhengtian Courtyard as a guest, you and I just have a long talk, wouldn't it be beautiful!"

Mr. Shui Xin put his hands behind his back, his eyes were far away, and he said indifferently.

When Canglan True Immortal heard this, he did not immediately reply.

Instead, he glanced deeply at Fuci and the others, as if he wanted to keep everyone's appearance in mind.

Then the detective grabbed the shoulder of the ancient demon Shinichi before he spoke:

"Thank you Mr. Shuixin for your kindness, it's just that Canglan is now entangled in mundane affairs, next time I will ask Mr. for teaching and farewell!"

In an instant, the figures of the two disappeared.

Everyone present saw that the Canglan True Immortal took the ancient demon Zhenyi and retreated neatly, without dragging his feet, and they also admired his decisiveness.

Fuci Zhenyi and others hurriedly stepped forward to greet Mr. Shuixin.

"Don't be polite, this Canglan has always been ruthless, and he doesn't talk about face, he likes to shoot at his juniors, so the old man is hidden in the shadows, and he is afraid that he will suddenly appear.

I just didn't expect it to come. ”

Mr. Shui Xin stroked his sparse beard, and his clear face showed a thoughtful expression.

"Thank you, sir, for your protection, otherwise we would have to suffer heavy casualties today!" Fu Ci Zhenyi and the others thanked him again, and at the same time understood why Mr. Shui Xin appeared here.

"Well, it's a trifle.

After you go back, let a few true immortals in your sect pay more attention, this operation will certainly break the Nine Abyss Demon Sect.

But instead, I'm worried that the vicissitudes will wait for an opportunity to retaliate and attack you and other juniors. ”

Mr. Shuixin looked solemn and looked at the true view and the true one.

"Yes, follow Mr. Shuixin's decree!"

The crowd saluted again.

Three days later, Fuci Zhenyi returned to the Shenxiao Sect, and the rest of the monks also returned to the sect.

This operation to exterminate the Nine Abyss Demon Sect has finally come to an end.

"This trip has severely damaged one true immortal of the Nine Abyss Demon Sect, destroyed eight true ones, and one Yuan Shen went out of his body and gave up his physical body, and nearly a hundred real people fell in the Chengdan period, and there were countless low-level disciples.

It's a rewarding one!

It's just that, as Mr. Shui Xin said, we need to be vigilant to prevent the Nine Abyss Demon Sect's True Immortal-level powerhouses from secretly retaliating.

Therefore, in order to summon the various branches, it is necessary to be cautious and keep an eye out for all kinds of anomalies at all times.

But don't worry too much, the sect has a master and uncle returning from the outside of the world and sitting in the sect to prevent the Nine Abyss Demon Sect from counterattacking. ”

Fuchang Zhenyi sat in a large hall of the House of Elders.

The true ones below, such as Fuci, Fukan, Furen, Fuji, Fushang, and Fuyuan, are all here.

Behind a few real people, there were also more than 20 real people in the Cheng Dan period.

It seems to be going on.

Guanyun Peak, Lin Zhao sat on the stone bed in the cave, holding Yuan Shouyi, but his mind kept replaying the scene of several true immortals in the redstone volcano.

Thinking of the power of the super-level spell "Mountain Splitting Dafa" in the hands of true immortals, the redstone mountain range of more than 5,000 zhang has been split in half in an instant, this is the real mountain splitting land.

It's just that Lin Zhao always feels that it is wrong when he thinks about it, but it is not right there, and he can't think of a reason.

Half a day later, Lin Zhao finally understood what it was.

The two True Immortals raised the realm of this technique to the level of "Evolution".

The seven cultivation realms of the magic are "mastery", "subtlety", "potential", "true meaning", "evolution", "law", and "avenue".

And he has only now cultivated some of his spells to the realm of "Becoming Potential".

The essence of the realm of magic is the understanding of the Great Dao.

For example, when you enter the realm of "Chengshi", you will be like a fish in water when you perform the "Earth Escape Technique", and naturally, it seems that you are born with this technique.

Another example is to cast the high-level Jin Xing spell "Jin Ling Slash", which can naturally drive the Jin Xing spiritual power and turn it into a metal weapon like a substance, such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, etc.

And the "Dafa of Opening Mountains and Splitting the Land" performed by the two true immortals, Dechong and Daoming, has already comprehended the true meaning of the earth line of opening the mountain and splitting the land, and can initially derive the true meaning of other earth lines.

Only in this way can the two of them cause a landslide and crack the ground as soon as they make a move.

For the next three months, Lin Zhao was immersed in all kinds of wonderful realizations.

This kind of enlightenment has a reference, and then it is reversed, but in the end, it has to be combined with its own foundation.

Three months have passed, even if Lin Zhao has a deep foundation and the Yin Yang Avenue has already entered the house, he has lost the possibility of continuing to go deeper, and has to go out of the cave.

On this day, Lin Zhao opened the stone door, but saw that the wind and snow outside the cave were mixed, and the sky was dark, as if it was dusk.

Has it been two years?

Thinking of the picture when he and Concubine Yuming met in front of the ice cliff of Guanyun Peak that day, he didn't expect that now it was time for wind and snow again.

At this time last year, I was condensing the fire and the earth, and I didn't even go out on the ground except for the heat around me.

Lin Zhao stood on his own, watching the snowflakes falling in the sky, and scenes appeared in his mind.

The wind and snow are still there, but where are the beauties of the past?

I thought of Master Taixu Zhenren, the parents of Dangbo City, and Mrs. Lin.

Suddenly, an unstoppable longing came to my heart.

At this time, in a large city of the human race in Lingzhou in the Southern Regions, a cloth shop facing the street was empty, and only an old woman moved a rattan chair and sat quietly at the door in a daze.

The old woman had a sallow complexion, her hair was coiled, and she was wrapped in a floral bandana.

A small quilt with a few patches was on his knees.

The old woman clasped her hands in her sleeves and looked up at the sky.

The sky was overcast and windy, and a heavy snowfall was coming.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and occasionally there was one, and they were also in a hurry, as if they were about to return to the warmth of their homes before the cold twilight fell.

The old woman was stunned, and suddenly a young woman passed by in front of her shop, and when she saw the lonely old woman, she immediately felt sympathy.

"Aunt Lin, it's so late, close the store, go back and rest, there will be no more business at this time!"

The old woman seemed to come back to her senses, smiled gratefully at the woman in front of her, and said in an old voice:

"This is off, this is off, Li family lady, you should go back quickly, the wind is strong and the weather is cold, don't freeze!"

The lady of the Li family tightened her old cotton clothes, nodded, and then disappeared into the cold wind.

The old woman sighed, and her tone was full of loneliness.

Then he got up slowly, folded the thin quilt first, and moved the rattan chair back to the store.

Slowly, the door panels of the store were put on one by one, and the wooden bolts were inserted, and then he walked towards the backyard.

The front of this shop is a storefront, and the back is a residence.

But the old woman did not return to the house, but came to an old pear tree in the courtyard, took an old wooden chair and sat down, and began to continue her trance.

As night fell, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Snowflakes are sporadic at first, but eventually turn into goose feather snow.

The old woman remained unmoved, and the snow gradually covered it.

Between the world and the world of life, sometimes it is really lonely like snow!

When night fell, the sound of the wind disappeared, and only the sound of falling snow remained between heaven and earth.

Lin Zhao only felt upset, and understood that he was now full of distracting thoughts and could not practice quietly, so he directly launched his fist in front of the cliff.

This time, Lin Zhao did not follow the path of boxing, but boxed at will, as if he wanted to beat all kinds of restlessness in his heart.

Gradually, every time Lin Zhao punched out, a bizarre scene would form in the air, like substance, which made people upset when they saw it, as if they had fallen into a chaotic dream.

The snow was still falling, and a figure was practicing boxing alone in this snowy night.

In the middle of the night, Lin Zhao finally regained his mood.

At the same time, he also remembered the fist intent just now, and Lin Zhao named it "Wrong Dream Style".

This will be one of the new punches created by Lin Zhao.

The new boxing method will start with "boxing intent", and it is destined to be a long process to perfect this boxing method.

The night was deep and the snow was falling, which also made Lin Zhao's mind more and more ethereal, and all kinds of things flowed through his heart, and then disappeared without a trace.

Early the next morning, the heavy snow slowed down slightly, Lin Zhao closed the cave mansion and headed towards the "Lonely Shadow Peak".

Seeing Fuyuan Shinichi, Lin Zhao bowed and saluted before he said what he meant.

"Do you want to go back to the Southern Regions Spirit Continent, wouldn't it be more convenient to stay in the sect?"

Fuyuan Zhenyi looked at Lin Zhao with a look of surprise on his face.

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