It was nearly noon.

In the hall of the ancestor of Huashan Immortal Sect, there are nine immortal people with different images and postures, but extraordinary temperament.

Sitting in the center is a handsome boy embroidered with black and red yin and yang fish pattern robes, looking at this boy is only seven or eight years old, but his hair is red and black on the left and right, his eyes are dark and deep, and his skin is set off by the black and red robes to be fairer, looking really a fairy boy.

This boy is the immortal of Huashan Immortal Sect - Kanli Patriarch, he has achieved great achievements this time, his image has changed, and his breath is more ethereal, so that the four immortals of Hengshan and Taiyi Mixed Yuan, Agni, Jiulie and others have a feeling of facing the ancestor of the divine machine, and they admire the skill of the master brother in their hearts even more.

The four heads of the Huashan Immortal Sect and the other three immortals of Hengshan and the Wanmiao fairy Xu Feiniang, a total of nine founding patriarchs sat on the futon.

Below are all the disciples, at this time, the four sects have all accepted some disciples, and there are about twenty disciples in the Immortal Sect in total.

All the disciples were also dressed gorgeously, and in the center stood a young man with gold stripes on his eyebrows.

Although the second generation of disciples is not a senior brother, Tang Kun, whose status is like a senior brother, has taken on the burden of overall management in recent years, and seeing that the auspicious time has arrived, he said loudly: "The auspicious time has arrived, please ask Senior Brother Zhu Wen to formally bow to the master!"

Zhu Wen stepped forward and took nine steps, then six steps back, and then ten steps forward, which was an ancient etiquette, indicating that he was dedicated to seeking the Tao and was not afraid of the master's test and exercise.

Tang Kun Yungong said: "Please!"

Zhu Wen knelt down in his robe, then kowtowed respectfully, kowtowed nine times in a row, and then Tang Kun sent another cup of tea.

Zhu Wen took two steps on his knees with tea, handed his hands to the ancestor of Kanli, and said, "Please have tea Master!"

Patriarch Kanli stretched out his little hand to take the tea, touched it lightly, took a sip, and said, "Good boy, get up." ”

Zhu Wen stood up, and Tang Kun said, "Bye!"

Zhu Wen then began to bow to the eight division commanders on the futon one by one.

Zhu Wen is the personal disciple of the patriarch of the sect, his status is extremely noble, and it is not surprising that he is likely to be the second master of the sect in the future, so none of the eight elders of the Huashan Immortal Sect put up a fight, they all hurriedly got up to hold Zhu Wen up, and then took out the holy medicine that extended his life and healed his wounds, or the immortal medicine that enhanced his physical strength, or some magic weapons.

In short, Zhu Wen bowed down in a circle, and his arms were full of treasures, and in terms of his current wealth, even the head of the side sect was far inferior to him.

If Zhu Wen can turn these treasures into his own use as soon as possible, he will be able to set foot in the Scattered Immortals in less than twenty years.

In the end, the two elders of law enforcement and precepts appointed by Ding and Huang Erxian read the door rules aloud, and after Zhu Wen memorized them and swore not to violate the door rules, the apprenticeship ceremony ended successfully.

The Patriarch left eight of his fellow disciples to stay for a few more days, and nine of them discussed the Tao together, and on the first day, he began to preach the experience of the "Kanli Sutra".

The hearts of the immortals were full of joy when they listened, and they felt that it was very beneficial.

After the Kanli Patriarch finished preaching, the Taiyi Mixed Yuan Immortal Master followed, and then Liu Xiaoxiu, the Agni Immortal Master, the Nine Lie True Monarch, Zhuo Yuanfeng and others all preached their experiences one by one.

Only Ding Huang Erxian only knows how to cultivate with a stuffy head, and it is okay to teach his disciples, if he talks about the Tao with people who are similar in cultivation, he can't interject, and Xu Feiniang's cultivation is the worst among all people, so naturally he can't talk about it and can only listen.

This argument lasted for three months, and everyone only felt that they had benefited a lot before they happily said goodbye one after another, and returned to the mountain gate to retreat and practice.

Jiulie Zhenjun also returned to Shaohua Mountain after his term expired, while Huang Meng stayed in the Immortal Sect.

In the clean room of the floating island, the ancestor of Kanli sat on the futon, and on the futon in front of him was Zhu Wen who was kneeling.

The ancestor of the divine machine taught him the "Jade Fire Sutra" in Zhu Wen's first life, and Zhu Wen's wisdom and understanding in the first two lives were worse than ordinary people, but he only subtly cultivated his mind, and the Yuan Shen gradually condensed and took shape.

In the third life, he has been extremely intelligent since he was a child, and he started cultivating the mental method in a few days, and he practiced mana before he was ten years old, and now he is eighteen years old, and the depth of mana and the strength of the primordial spirit are no longer under the sword immortal who cultivates Yijiazi.

After Kan Li Patriarch accepted him as a disciple, he stayed with him to listen to the teachings of the nine people, although Zhu Wen didn't understand it for the time being, but these teachings could become the cornerstone steps of the realm by leaps and bounds when he cultivated to a high level in the future.

Patriarch Kanli instructed: "You are born with fire, and the Fire True Sutra has also cultivated the climate, and you have the foundation to cultivate the 'Kanli True Sutra'. I have passed on the 'Kanli Sutra' to you, and the 'Kanli Sutra' that you remember as a teacher is comparable to the superior heavenly book, which is extremely profound, and you must not make decisions indiscriminately if you don't understand something, so when you cultivate on your own, come to me if you don't understand anything. ”

Zhu Wen kowtowed and said, "Disciple understands!"

"The elixir that your eight uncles gave you is a good collection, and you will temporarily sacrifice and refine them one by one, these treasures are quite good, if you can control the sacrifice at will, even the well-known scattered immortals will not be able to take you. ”

Patriarch Kanli smiled slightly: "It's just that the foundation of cultivation is in the Yuan Shen, it is not easy for you to get a human body, and it will be even more difficult and dangerous when you go through the four or nine tribulations, but you must practice carefully, and you can't have more reasons for life!"

Zhu Wen bowed again, and then slowly retreated.

Kan left the patriarch for a long time, and said: "There are still more than thirty years before the thousand three calamities come, but it's a pity that the technique of easy calculation is not fine, otherwise you can know the specific time." ”

"But...... The Youquan Blood Demon is about to run out of patience! I remember that the Blood Demon attacked Emei just two hundred years after destroying Kunlun...... I've got to have a good plan......"

The Blood Demon Old Monster of the Arctic Spring is a one-person figure in the Demon Sect, who has practiced monstrous magic with a "Blood Nerve", and has fought several times with the Baimei real person thousands of years ago without winning or losing.

Later, after the real person became enlightened, the old monster of the Blood Demon knew that he was not an opponent, so he hid in the secret realm of the Arctic and never came out again.

It wasn't until nearly two hundred years ago, after the Baimei real person ascended, that the blood demon old monster came out to destroy the three major factions in a row to seize the aura, slaughtering nearly 100,000 people to cultivate magic, and now the cultivation is only afraid that it has already surpassed the earth immortals, comparable to the heavenly immortals.

Although Patriarch Kanli is now cultivating more and more profound, and he has many more means, at most, it is only the mana of the earth immortal level that has gone through two tribulations, and he is far from being the opponent of the Blood Demon Old Monster.

But if you want to survive the thousand three tribulations safely, you can only take the chestnut from the fire, Kanli Patriarch slowly planned his own plan in his heart, and then suddenly remembered that the world's top Buddhism in Shushan is the best at protecting the body and subduing demons, but he didn't have the opportunity to see it, so he remembered the nameless old monk in the Tianlong world, and thought in his heart: Buddhism talks about enlightenment, and the words of cultivating the positive fruit are said to be fast, and it is said that it will be a few lifetimes slower, if the nameless old monk comes to this world, I am afraid that the time of one hundred and seventy years will be able to achieve the positive fruit.

......

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The center of the world is the land of Kyushu in China, this country of many disasters and disasters is now in the era of chaos in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms, the Central Plains is full of smoke, and every time there is a war, there are Qiang people and Hu people who kill Han people at will, rob property and women.

In this era when human life is as cheap as grass, only under the rule of the major martial arts sects and the four major families in the east, west, north and south is a stable paradise holy land.

On top of a cold pool, two more men hovered cross-legged across the water.

The man on the left is handsome, with two eyebrows and sideburns, and a hint of righteousness in his eyes, and in front of him are two blades that exude infinite fluctuating magic, a blood-red long knife that breathes like a living thing, and a long sword inlaid with a mysterious rhyme orb.

The man on the right is dressed in a blue shirt, with gray hair, and his breath is calm and indisputable, but his eyes are as deep as the sky.

After a long time, the handsome man on the left suddenly trembled his eyebrows and said, "Your sword intent is better than mine." ”

The man in the blue shirt said: "If you have a single sword, it will be difficult for me to win." ”

"Hmph, it's hard to win, it's undefeated after all?" the handsome man snorted coldly, and the water instantly trembled into ripples.

The blue-shirted man's index finger flicked slightly, and the messy waterhole was quiet again.

"It's not like I haven't tried it. ”

After being quiet for a long time, the handsome man said, "Why did you save me?"

The man in the blue shirt paused and said slowly, "Because you are a little like me." ”

"Oh?"

The handsome man said in a low voice: "I still have a battle with the person from the Rakshasa Sect, and this battle is both victory and defeat, as well as life and death. ”

The blue-shirted man smiled lightly and said, "Okay! ”

The handsome man nodded, "You're fine." ”

There is a temple near the Great Rakshasa Sect in the Western Regions, and the Great Rakshasa Sect Master is sitting in a clean room drinking tea quietly, and next to him is a black strange-shaped long stick that looks like gold and wood, exuding a touching attraction, making people know at a glance that this is a peerless miracle.

Opposite this burly and strange-looking sect master was a trembling old monk who seemed to be even panting more than ten times slower, and he was also sipping tea little by little.

After a while, the sect master straightened up and said, "Master, I have already arranged the affairs within the sect, and I am going to the Central Plains to find that person to let go and fight!"

The old monk drooped his eyelids and said weakly, "Good." ”

The sect master raised his voice three points again, and said: "Wu Yong has already changed blood, and the twenty-seven limits are no longer restricting him, and this child will still have to worry about the master's care in the future!"

The old monk put down the teacup and said, "Good." ”

The sect master smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, master." ”

"There is one more thing, the junior still wants to plead with the master. The sect master's eyes were shining, and he looked at the old monk fixedly.

Only then did the old monk raise his head, his eyes were blank, and he said, "Speak." ”

"That person has both swords and swords, and his martial arts have reached the Heavenly Dao God Realm, and the younger generation has no certainty of victory......"

The sect master's head was full of fire, and his blonde hair moved slightly, and said, "Before the decisive battle, the junior wanted to ask the master to try the stick and sharpen the knife for me, which was offended!"

Before the words fell, the long stick in the shape of a long skeleton suddenly disappeared, and the next moment it appeared on the old monk's head.

"Destroy the soul and break the brain!" As soon as the sect master made a move, it was the killing move of his "Soul Devouring Immortal Stick Method".

This stick that seemed to be able to smash the air hung three feet on the old monk's head, and it could no longer fall.

The sect master knew that this old monk was unfathomable, and he could only shoot with all his might, and the divine soldier "Soul Devouring" in his hand instantly turned into a stick shadow in the sky, and countless stick shadows were all with fierce energy, and it turned out to be a move, and the stick method was practiced to such a realm It was almost like the Tao.

When the old monk saw this move, he clasped his palms together and shouted, "Amitabha!"

A wall of air as thick and broad as mountains and rivers suddenly blocked the strength of the weather.

......

Half an hour later, the sect master sat back in his seat panting, while the old monk opposite looked motionless.

"The master's not bad golden body is really powerful, and the younger generation has a good heart, and there is a twenty percent chance of winning! Thank you!"

"Good. ”

The sect master laughed, got up and saluted, "I'm leaving." ”

After the sect master left, the old monk sat still like dead wood.

Five days later, there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

The lady of the Great Rakshasa Sect suddenly pushed the door in a panic, knelt down and said, "Master! Wu Yong has secretly gone to chase the sect master......! I have already sent someone to look for him, but he has already arrived near the Central Plains, where Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and they are all enemies of the Rakshasa Sect, so I implore the master to rescue Wu Yong!"

After begging for a long time, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Good!"

Before the words fell, there was a gust of breeze in the room, and then the old monk disappeared.

Madame could only hear two words: "Wait." ”