There was a sudden commotion in the valley in the distance.

"What is this?"

"I haven't seen it. ”

"Could it be that this is what Grandpa asked us to find?"

Several dryads carried a stone tablet to the pomegranate.

"Little grandpa, isn't this it?"

A dryad stepped forward and asked.

Pomegranate waved her hand to let the dryads lift the stele closer, and then Pomegranate asked the dryads to place the stele on the ground.

There was silence in the room, except for the sound of small pomegranates walking around the stone monument.

"Yes. ”

When they heard the little pomegranate's sigh of gratitude, the dryads clapped their hands happily at each other.

But then Pomegranate continued: "I don't know. ”

The raised hand froze, and then the dryads shouted in surprise, "Huh?!"

The little pomegranate waved his hand and thought deeply: "It's okay, it's okay, put it here first, since it's something in this valley, it must be useful." ”

Then the little pomegranate nodded and gave a gracious sigh.

Several dryads looked at each other, and one of the younger dryads whispered, "Let's go look for it again." ”

The other dryads nodded.

When Little Pomegranate was alone, he stretched out his hand and touched the stele, and then a burst of white light appeared on the stele.

After the white light disappeared, the words on the stele disappeared.

A pattern of yin and yang gossip appears on the stele, followed by a line of words on the stele.

"In that case, it's fine, uncle, don't let anything happen to you. ”

Little Pomegranate looked at the pattern and whispered to herself.

At this moment, two extremely powerful auras suddenly appeared outside the valley.

Little Pomegranate shrugged her nose and sniffed.

"The old island lord came so quickly. ”

After smelling the scent of an acquaintance, the little pomegranate looked in surprise at a path outside the valley.

I saw Sang Huaqing and Da Liu walking quickly on the path, and they could only see the afterimages behind the two along the way.

"The old island master's cultivation is still unfathomable, and he can walk on the mountain road in the valley like a ghost. Well, who is the young man next to the old island owner? Can he keep up with the old island owner's speed. ”

When he saw Da Liu following Sang Huaqing's side, Xiao Pomegranate's eyes widened.

Originally, according to Fu Qing's calculation before he came out of the mountain, Sang Huaqing must have come at the last moment, but he didn't calculate that another young man came.

So who is this young man, and what kind of relationship does he have with his uncle?

Just as Little Pomegranate was thinking, two more golden rays of light appeared outside the mountain road.

"Little pomegranate, untie the circle!"

After Mengbai landed, he shouted at the little pomegranate.

He can walk freely in the magic circle in the Valley of Dreams, but he can't.

When Nameless landed on the ground, he felt as if his feet were tied to a boulder weighing tens of thousands of pounds, and it was extremely difficult to lift his feet.

The little pomegranate hurriedly ran to the edge of the cliff and pinched a spell, and then he nodded towards the void.

Nameless suddenly felt that the gravity on his feet had disappeared, and Mengbai ran out quickly.

When Little Pomegranate lifted the ban, Sang Huaqing and Da Liu had already appeared behind Little Pomegranate.

"Little pomegranate. ”

Sang Huaqing stepped forward and called.

"Old island owner. The little pomegranate saluted and looked at the stele in front of him.

Sang Huaqing immediately understood, and leaned down to look at the stone tablet in front of him.

After looking at it for a while, Sang Huaqing stood up and turned into a streamer of light and flew towards the Taoist temple.

At this time, Mengbai had also come to the door of the Taoist temple.

"Seniors haven't consulted yet?"

After perceiving Da Liu's unfathomable strength, Xiao Pomegranate saluted extremely respectfully.

"Oh, the tortoises. ”

Da Liu waved his hand and continued to look at the stone tablet in front of him.

The pattern on the stele and the text recorded are very mysterious, Da Liu looked at the stele under him, and then turned his head to look at Sang Huaqing who flew into the Taoist temple.

Could it be that he has already figured out how to crack it?

"Little Pomegranate, do you remember where the master put the collection of the Daosheng chaos?"

Mengbai walked up to Little Pomegranate and asked.

"In the Taoist temple. ”

After listening to the little pomegranate's answer, Mengbai hurriedly turned around and flew towards the Taoist temple.

"The strength of this little guy..."

Da Liu looked at the Taoist temple, and his eyes showed a touch of deep thought.

。。。

In that chaotic world, a thick fog appeared in front of Fu Qing's eyes.

He tried to use the aura to clear the dense fog in front of him, but Fu Qing found that there was another layer after opening it.

"It seems that you have encountered something that is difficult to solve. ”

An old man appeared in the thick fog.

When Fu Qing heard the old man's voice, he looked at the old man vigilantly.

"Don't recognize me?"

A kind-looking old man walked up to Fu Qing's side.

"Master, long time no see. ”

Fu Qing saluted.

"It's been a long time, a little too long. ”

"It's just a snap of a finger for you. ”

"Hehe, you. ”

The fog gradually lifted, and the surrounding area was a mountain field.

"That little guy you brought in is kind of funny. ”

The old man said leisurely.

"How is he?" Fu Qing asked.

"Being teased by his sword spirit. ”

"Teasing?"

"That's right, teasing. ”

At this moment, a golden light suddenly flashed in the distance.

A huge golden Buddha stood in the air, the golden Buddha opened his eyes and looked around, and then the golden Buddha looked this way.

"That's the trouble you're in?"

Although the momentum emanating from the Golden Buddha was very powerful, the old man did not take the Golden Buddha in his eyes.

"He's strong. ”

Fu Qing nodded and looked at the golden Buddha.

The Golden Buddha came to Fu Qing at a very fast speed, and the robe on the white-robed monk was actually repaired for some reason.

"It's a very interesting place. ”

The white-robed monk looked at Fu Qing, and finally fixed his gaze on the old man's body.

The old man stepped forward and glanced at the white-robed monk and said, "It's not bad to be able to cultivate to such an extent. ”

If the other people present heard the old man's words, they would be extremely surprised, they were given the name by the Buddha, and they were nourished by the endless Zen meaning every day, but it was just not bad?

The white-robed monk watched the old man's gaze gradually become solemn, and he had a very strange feeling.

This strange feeling has been growing since I entered this place, and it has become more and more intense until now.

The old man in front of him was very strange, obviously he couldn't feel a trace of aura on him, but it gave him a very dangerous feeling.

The breeze carried a few green leaves to the old man's side, and those green leaves turned into a few blue birds.

The blue bird landed on the old man's shoulder and looked at the white-robed monk, and then the bluebird flapped its wings and flew to the trunk of the tree behind Fu Qing, leaning down to look at the white-robed monk.

"Senior Blue Bird, I didn't expect you to be here. ”

Fu Qing was extremely surprised when he saw the blue bird.

When the master sat on the edge of the cliff and flew up and feathered, the blue bird flew out with the master around him, and now he actually saw the blue bird here.

The blue bird looked at Fu Qing with disdain and said proudly: "My body is long gone, this is just a wisp of remnant soul." ”

Fu Qing let out a long oh after hearing this.

Since the blue bird is a wisp of remnant soul, what about the master?

Then Fu Qing looked at the old man beside him again.

"It's just a remnant of my thoughts. The old man looked at Fu Qing and smiled slightly.

"Hmph, there is only a remnant of will and soul. ”

The white-robed monk snorted coldly and pinched the Dharma seal.

I thought it was some kind of strong cultivator, but since it was just a wisp of remnant soul, then it only needed to be suppressed.

When the white-robed monk took out the Dharma seal and recited the Dharma decision, the imaginary Bodhisattva of the First Heart did not appear behind him.

Just as the white-robed monk was surprised, a cane poked between his eyebrows.

The white-robed monk suddenly felt his spirit shaken, and then he flew out upside down.

"It seems that you still don't understand. ”

Fu Qing's figure flashed in front of the white-robed monk.

"Although there are spiritual energy in this heaven and earth, they do not circulate like the outside world. ”

Fu Qing leaned down and pressed his hand on the abdomen of the white-robed monk.

The white-robed monk only felt a burst of forbidden power coming from his abdomen, and a pattern of five elements gossip began to spread from the place where Fu Qing was pressing.

The patterns soon covered the white-robed monk's body.

"What have you done!" the white-robed monk shouted.

"I didn't do anything, I think the guy who looks like you is right, you don't know what it means to follow the local customs. ”

After Fu Qing took off the string of Buddhist beads from the neck of the white-robed monk, he took a few steps back.

Qianzhu was held in Fu Qing's hand, and the white-robed monk stared at Fu Qing tightly.

Suddenly, the white-robed monk looked at Fu Qing and smiled.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Fu Qing sighed in confusion.

"I was ordered to take a thousand pearls from the lower realm, but I didn't expect that there were such interesting people in the lower realm, and there was such a mysterious Dao method. It seems that what they said is right, you really can't stay. ”

A sense of Zen came from the white-robed monk, and Fu Qing pinched out a law decision with a serious expression.

A heavenly thunder suddenly fell on the white-robed monk's body, and the white-robed monk looked at the heavenly thunder that hit his face without changing his face.

After the aftermath of the thunder dissipated, bursts of golden light came from the white-robed monk's body.

The patterns carved on the white-robed monks disappeared for some reason.

Then, the white-robed monk's feet were bent and he slowly stood up, his hands did not pinch any Dharma seal, but they gave Fu Qing a feeling of the Buddha's arrival.

"This seat is the chief disciple of the Nyorai seat, the Garud Arhat. ”

The white-robed monk's voice changed, and it became a very calm voice.

"The gods of the fire will obey my commands, and they will be as hasty as the law. ”

Fu Qing didn't say much, and once again pinched out the law.

An unbearable ring of fire appeared beside the white-robed monk.

With the last magic decision that Fu Qing pinched out, the circle of fire began to shrink rapidly.

But when the fire burned on the body of the white-robed monk, Mo said that he was injured, and even the robe on his body was spotless.

After the fire was over, the white-robed monk raised a hand.

"Deprivation. ”

As this sound fell, Fu Qing was instantly shot far away.

The old man standing in the distance was not moved when he saw this, and he didn't even say a word.

And the blue bird standing on the trunk of the tree praised: "Can this monk have an impression?"

The old man looked up and thought for a moment, then nodded.

"That's good, then let him rest here. ”

The bluebird turned into green leaves and flew out in the wind.