1. Chapter 17 The Thoughts of the Saints, Mission

As the mana in Yang Mei's hand strengthened little by little, the calcined strange flame instantly rose to a terrifying level, and even the space was a little unable to withstand its temperature, and in the entire room, a heinous temperature instantly spread, and the scorching aura was permeated.

In the void, the degree of sacrifice of the Chaos Bell at this time is also changing, but the Chaos Bell, as an innate treasure, even if it is an ownerless thing at this time, it is still not so easy to be completed by the sacrifice, and the previous one-third is the easiest among the sacrifices.

Time passed day by day in the sacrifice, and after ninety-nine eighty-one days, Yang Mei finally made a little more than half of the progress of the Chaos Bell.

The rest is the most difficult part of it, but for Yang Mei, it is not too difficult, at most, it is just more time to practice, but time, for him, is not worth much.

Once again, he devoted himself to the work of refining the Chaos Bell, raising his eyebrows was very familiar, and he was practicing with all his might, and the strange flames bloomed beautifully at the same time, and he kept refining the Chaos Clock. After another ninety-nine eighty-one days, the sacrifice of the Chaos Bell was finally completed.

"Melt, become!"

Raising his eyebrows, he shouted in his mouth, pointed at his eyebrows, and a wisp of Yuan Shen flew out, imprinted into the Chaos Bell, and a handprint in his hand was formed, and the Chaos Clock bloomed with dazzling light, and after a few breaths, the light gradually dissipated.

When the Yuan Shen was imprinted, the Innate Treasure Chaos Bell was already a magic weapon that completely belonged to the eyebrows, and even if Taiyi was reborn, it was impossible to take it away in his hands.

With a move of his right hand, the Chaos Bell in the void flew towards him, and when it reached his hand, it had already shrunk to the size of a palm, just enough to hold it with one hand.

Looking at the Chaos Bell in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes flickered, and mysterious truths were intertwined in his eyes, and his divine thoughts explored the inside of the Chaos Clock.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows and withdrew his thoughts, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he muttered, "It is worthy of being an innate treasure, what is contained in it is exactly what I need, with it, my Dao is full!"

From the Chaos Bell, Yang Mei already knows what he needs, and the next time is to understand what he needs.

The eyebrows-raising eyes closed again, the divine thoughts poked out, comprehended the avenue, and the room fell silent again.

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Honghuang, Shouyang Mountain, in the Eight Views Palace.

"Xuandu, your cultivation here will take a look first, go to the human race, and pass on the Dafa taught by my people. Lao Tzu sat cross-legged on the Taiji diagram, yin and yang qi wandered in his eyes, and said lightly to the Xuandu Grand Master under the seat.

"Yes, teacher. Xuandu stopped cultivating and replied respectfully. In the end, he seemed to think of something, and asked Lao Tzu, "Teacher, are you going to a few junior disciples in the palace?"

Although Lao Tzu is only a disciple of Xuandu, there are still a few people who teach his disciples in the Bajing Palace, and they can be regarded as his registered disciples!

"It's hard to make progress if you sit all the time, well, you can take them with you, traveling is also part of cultivation. Lao Tzu glanced at Xuandu, who was looking forward to it, and said lightly.

"Teacher Xie!" said Archmage Xuandu happily.

Lao Tzu takes the way of inaction, and almost never teaches immortal magic for these names, although it is recorded under Lao Tzu's door, but the one who teaches Taoism and immortal art has always been done by the Xuandu Grand Master, so the Xuandu Grand Master still has a deep affection for these named disciples.

Descending down the mountain to preach these things, Master Xuandu naturally wanted to take them with him, one is to see, but to experience, and the third is to increase their state of mind.

Lao Tzu nodded lightly, closed his eyes, and ignored the delighted Xuandu Grand Master. And the Grand Master of Xuandu also knew the temperament of his teacher, and after bowing respectfully, he left the main hall to prepare for the missionary matter, and in the huge hall, only Lao Tzu was left.

"Two junior brothers, let's compete with the West!" Lao Tzu suddenly opened his eyes and said indifferently, his tone was flat and unfluctuating.

Although he has nothing to do, as the leader of the Human Sect, if the luck of the human race on his body is less than that of the West, then he can't hold the face on his face.

Besides, after the last Terran incident, the relationship between Lao Tzu and the Terran was already very delicate, and this missionary should also maintain the relationship and not develop in a bad direction, otherwise, the luck of the Terran will be reduced again and again.

After Lao Tzu finished speaking, his eyes closed again, and the yin and yang qi in the Taiji diagram turned into a mist of mist, enveloping Lao Tzu, and bursts of mysterious breath emanated.

At the same time, the flood famine, Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

"Guangchengzi, you have been preparing recently, go down the mountain to preach to the human race, and pass on my Jade Void Immortal Method. In the main hall, the voice of Yuan Shi Tianzun slowly came out, and the majesty of a saint instantly spread.

"The disciple obeys the teacher's wishes. Guang Chengzi said respectfully. He was originally a man of the human race, and he was willing to go to missionary matters 'for both public and private'.

"Dare to ask the teacher, will the other juniors and disciples go for this mission? Also, will the teacher also go?" Guang Chengzi thought for a while in his heart, and then asked Yuan Shi Tianzun.

"This time, you can take your twelve junior disciples and some registered disciples to go, and you don't need to light the lamp, just stay in the Jade Void Palace. A hint of complexity flashed in Yuan Shi Tianzun's eyes, and he slowly replied.

This lamp listened to the sermon with him in the Zixiao Palace, and if the generation is counted, it is the same generation as him. Although he worships him as a teacher, Yuan Shi Tianzun still can't let go of his heart, so he gave Ran Deng the position of deputy sect leader to help teach his disciples.

"Yes, disciple understands. Guang Chengzi was puzzled, but he didn't say it.

"Hmm!" Yuan Shi Tianzun nodded slightly, paused, and continued, "By the way, this mission, if you meet people from the West, you don't have to be polite to them, the luck of the human race, we are bound to win." ”

"The disciple knows. ”

"Go ahead!"

"Disciple retire!" Guang Chengzi bowed to Yuan Shi Tianzun, then turned around and left, preparing for the mission.

The preparation is complete on the exposition side, and the same is true on the interception side.

Flood famine, Jinao Island in the East China Sea, Biyou Palace.

"Duobao, this missionary matter, you will lead all the junior brothers and sisters to go! The Tongtian Sect Master raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

As soon as he spoke, the main hall of Biyou Palace was suddenly filled with an extremely strong sword intent and the coercion of the saint.

Duobao Dao's heart sank, and he said respectfully, "The disciple obeys the teacher's wishes. ”

"If there is no major conflict in this mission, the disciples of the Three Qing Sects must not cause trouble in vain. On the Western side, you can just do it yourself. "Although Sanqing is separated, the Tongtian Sect Master still cares about the friendship of the three brothers.

"The disciple understands. ”

"Let's go down and prepare!"

"Disciple retires!"

Flood famine, the western continent, above the spiritual mountain.

"Pharmacist, this mission, you will lead the disciples forward. If you meet a disciple of the Three Qings, you don't have to be polite, just preach Western Buddhism. Zhun Ti's eyes flashed, and he said to his disciple Medicine Master.

"The disciple obeys the teacher's wishes. The pharmacist said respectfully.

"Let's go down and prepare!" Zhun Ti said with a wave of his hand.

"Disciple retire!" the pharmacist retired and prepared to preach.

For a time, the four religions of people, expounding, intercepting, and interpreting all had disciples descending the mountain and rushing to the human race to preach.

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