The cold mountain is empty, and when you look up, it is gloomy. There are only a few old pines, like a dragon entrenched in the mountain cliff, lush and green, and the mountain wind blows, as if it is about to fly away from the sky.

A touch of cold stars lit up in the sky, "Huh!" rubbed the long tail marks, coiled a small circle on Wutai Mountain, and then fell straight down to the stone cliff of the back mountain.

The withered yellow weeds grew wildly, half a man tall, and no one took care of them.

In a flash of brilliance, Pang Xian led Situ Ping to appear. Standing in the weeds, my heart is mixed.

"It's been fifty years! Master, the apprentice has come to see you. ”

Stretching out his hand, the mountain rocks shook, and the tightly matched cliff wall cracked a high-pitched road. The smell of the air fills the air, and the smell is refreshing.

Situ Ping looked at all this curiously, the master's methods were really clever, and every gesture was accompanied by visions. It's really magical.

was pulled by Pang Xian's hand and slowly walked into the corridor.

This road leads directly to the leyline spiritual cave of Wutai Mountain, and the stone walls on both sides are born with dragon patterns, faintly exuding inexplicable coercion, Situ Ping can't help but be in awe.

The two of them were full of cultivation, and even Situ Ping was very fast, and after a while, he came to the heart of the mountain.

The spiritual mist was surging, surging like a tide, setting off a whirlpool and soaring in the air.

A stone statue sits on a cloud bed, with its fingers stretched out and pointing downward. In this mist, it is like sacred.

I don't know when, Pang Xian was already in tears.

Kneel on the ground and pray: "Master, the disciple is not good, I haven't been able to come to see you for so many years." ”

"I still remember when I first apprenticed, your ardent expectations for your disciples. The sound and smile are like in front of him, and he instructs the disciples to do their best. ”

"The first time the disciple went down the mountain, you were afraid that something would go wrong, so you gave me a talisman magic weapon, and also gave me the spirit beast clouded leopard as a mount. ”

......

chattering, looking back on the past, I am embarrassed.

"It's a pity, disciple doesn't have a chance to pay homage to you. ”

Seeing Pang Xian confide in his heart and reveal his true feelings, Situ Ping was greatly moved. I used to only hear Wu Wenqi's gossip, thinking that he was a cunning villain who groveled and blindly flattered the Demon Sect. Only now has it become flesh and blood, and the image has become plump.

"Ping'er, kneel down!" Pang Xian ordered: "Meet your ancestor." ”

Master Tokhoff is the eldest disciple of the Mixed Yuan Patriarch, although he has been stiff for many years, his name has always been mentioned by Xu Feiniang. Situ Ping naturally had no resistance.

"Since the death of the Patriarch, the Master has been transformed into a stone statue. Our Wutai faction has lost its central control and has been reduced to a plate of scattered sand, acting entirely according to personal likes and dislikes. ”

"I don't care what others do, you are determined to be clean and self-motivated under my door. Otherwise, the sword will be sharp for the teacher, and he will not hesitate to chase you and expel him from the division. Pang Xian said solemnly, with his own majesty.

Hearing Pang Xian's admonition, Situ Ping not only did not feel disgusted, but was a little happy. Master is not like a person who is in cahoots with evil spirits, and the future is promising, which is a good thing.

The three generations of ancestors, middle and lower generations are inherited, and they are completed under the stone statue.

"Let's go!"

Tears slid down like pearls.

This is......

Pang Xian raised his head in shock, his face shocked.

"Ahh......h

I saw the stone statue of the master of Tokhtar, a string of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes showed a loving light, shining brightly, as if he was alive.

The center of his eyebrows glowed with golden light, as if he had erected the third divine eye, and a beam of golden light shot down and fell in front of Pang Xian.

The golden light condensed, revealing an object, and the clouds were steaming and wrapped in a crystal jade disk. The color of the disc is red gold, there is a hole in it, the hole swallows the smoke and spits out the glow, and countless ancient gold inscriptions emerge in the smoke.

"Taiyi Gold Medal!" Pang Xian blurted out.

Since the reincarnation of the Mixed Yuan Patriarch Bing Xie and the escape of the master to break through the realm, resulting in a freeze, the Wutai faction's inheritance book "Taiyi Golden Chapter" has disappeared.

Now that it came out in such a scene and fell into the hands of Pang Xian, how could he not be overjoyed.

Looking at the stone statue of the master again, it has returned to its original appearance as cold as an ice stone. In addition to being disappointed, I also expected it in my heart. Without the Spiritual Stone Fire, Master still can't activate the physical body.

Stretched out his hand to put away the "Taiyi Golden Chapter", this book of heaven is unfathomable, pointing directly to the Golden Immortal Avenue, and Pang Xian's foundation depends on this book. It's just that the whole text is obscure and difficult to understand, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand it thoroughly, when the patriarch of Mixed Yuan was alive, he compiled "Mixed Yuan True Solution" so that he could practice under his disciples. It's just that the whole work has not been completed, and there are only three articles: Qi Training, Foundation Building, and Yuan Ying.

Pang Xian bowed sincerely again, "I hope that the master will have a soul, bless the disciples, survive this immortal catastrophe smoothly, and leave a legacy for my Wutai lineage." ”

Subsequently, he led Situ Ping to leave the Lingxue Grottoes, and still closed the mountain to restore the old appearance of this place.

Pang Xian returned to Wutai Mountain this time, just to worship his teacher. Since it was already a matter of time, and he accidentally obtained the "Taiyi Gold Medal", he didn't bother to pay attention to his fellow disciples in the past, and took Situ Ping to control the sword light and rushed to the sky.

In front of the mountain, dozens of Wutai disciples wandered into shapes, and most of them lost their appearance as cultivators. They didn't know that on this day, the fundamental inheritance of this sect had been brought to Miaojiang by Pang Xian silently.

Above the clouds, the sky is clear, looking down, the earth and mountains and rivers are beautiful and magnificent.

The cold wind was grinning, blocked by Pang Xian's protective qi, Situ Ping had never seen such a fast escape, such a strong qi. This is the most outstanding descendant of the Wutai faction, thinking that Wuyunbu, who got rid of the depression, was about to enter his door, and he was not only apprehensive, but also a little happy and expectant.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Pang Xian's sword rainbow circled in the air, condensing his eyes and looking down. There seems to be something going on there, and it's an old man.

............

"Little Niangpi, where do you want to escape? Hehe! Let's be happy with my uncle, and climb to the bliss of the world together!"

The sound of vulgar, kitsch lewd laughter echoed through the forest.

"Long Fei, you lewd thief, we're not done!" a clear woman's scolding voice followed.

The two rays of light were extremely fast, like meteors. Ouroboros chase, thrilling and exciting.

"Haha!" The yellow light behind him, black smoke billowing out, and a sulfurous smell wafted away. "Of course we are endless, why don't you make a pair of happy wild mandarin ducks with me!"

"Shameless. The white and blue light in front of him staggered, and it seemed that he was about to fall to the ground in the next moment.

There was also a monk dressed as a monk in the retreat, "Fairy Gu, don't fall for the thief's plan." ”

"You eat dog stuff inside and out, wait until I peel your skin. Long Fei had a fierce face and gritted his teeth. If it weren't for this knowledgeable monk, Shi Yuzhu would have already fallen for his own flower picking, how could there be any chance of escape.

However, the monk was shallow, Shi Yuzhu was incense in his body, and his skill was not restored, and his speed slowly decreased.

The seven-handed yaksha dragon flew at the right time, sprayed a mouthful of five elements true qi, and a green yin sword light "stabbed away!"

With a malicious grin, "Look!"