The 209th Immortal Dream Realm

In the Sanqing Temple of the third volume of the Demon Realm, the second hundred and ninth section of the Immortal Dream Realm, the text of the wonderful recommended mini-game, the third volume of the Demonic Realm, the second hundred and nine sections of the Immortal Dream Realm, Jiuyin said to Gu Sheng with a little tiredness: "The world is in chaos, the world is in chaos...... I didn't expect this day to come so soon. Jiu Yin shook his head: "Before they suddenly fell to our mountain gate, they had to do it in a few words." On the first day, we broke our seven-star curse, and on the second day, we broke our immortal weapon, surrounded the mountain gate, and called out the battle every day, we never went out, I couldn't imagine that the various factions were so reckless and killed. Gu Sheng wondered: "What did they use to break our immortal weapons?" Jiu Yin said: "A few golden arrows, the golden arrows shot into the air, exploded like fireworks, shooting out colorful light, and the immortal weapons all failed in that light, and they didn't listen to the command." Gu Sheng wondered in his heart, this matter was too suspicious, it seemed that there was someone behind the scenes to promote the development of the whole thing, otherwise, in just a few days, how could the entire cultivation realm be in chaos together? The five major sects openly attacked the Wuwei Sword Sect, and there must be someone behind them, otherwise what would they use to fight against the immortal weapons of the Wuwei Sword Sect, and how could they deal with the revenge of the Soul Immortal Master?

Gu Sheng said to the master: "Master, it seems that this time, we are in trouble. Zhu Wuzhao joked on the side: "You're not talking nonsense, anyone can see it." At this time, he is the only one who still has this mind. Gu Sheng didn't have time to argue with him, he was thinking in his heart when the person behind the curtain would show up. It was getting dark outside, and the day was by. Jiuyin arranged for the night watchman, and the other disciples all went back to rest.

Outside the mountain gate, the heads of the five major sects gathered together alone, without bringing any disciples with them. The five of them gathered under a boulder shaped like a leopard's head, and Lingjue Zen Master said, "Everyone is here?" and the others nodded. Lingjue Zen Master said, "Come with me." "Together, Lingjue Zen Master led the way, slowly climbing up a mountain peak along the ridge. The nearby peaks are all within the range of the Wuwei Sword Sect, and there are few people who usually come, and there are no roads, overgrown with weeds and bushes, and gravel everywhere. It's very difficult to walk. In order to show respect, the five people did not dare to use spells, and flew directly to the top of the mountain, and could only walk up step by step. It took the five of them half an hour to climb the mountain. Feng Sanyang asked, "Master." What next?" Lingjue Zen Master used his hands and feet to clear an open space on the ground, and the first one knelt down: "Pray." Lingjue Zen Master folded his hands, his eyes slightly closed, and muttered to himself. A pious look. The other four people looked at each other, and the Lingjue Zen Master opened his eyes: "What are you doing, don't kneel down quickly, if you make the immortal angry, we will play!" Seeing that what he said was so serious, the other people didn't dare to slack off, and knelt down one after another, or kowtowed, or knelt on the ground, and all kinds of tricks were used. At this time, the heads of the five major sects were like superstitious good men and women, worshipping and praying, and losing face.

Strange to say, such a ridiculously blind prayer. There was a response. In the middle of the sky, a meteor streaked by, and a little golden light fell on the peak. This golden light was very different from the previous immortals, as if they were afraid of being seen, and they tried to narrow the scope of their golden light, but it was only the size of a meteor, hanging above the mountain peak, more than one person high in the air. Weng Sheng asked angrily, "What's the matter?" Lingjue Zen Master was a little impatient when he heard the immortal's tone, and hurriedly kowtowed and said, "Shang Xian is angry, Shang Xian is angry, it's really that I can't wait until I come to Shang Xian to help." "Tell me something quickly!" Lingjue Zen Master hurriedly said: "A disciple of the Wuwei Sword Sect has returned, and that guy is very powerful, and he actually defeated me and the other five by himself. We really had no choice but to come to the immortals again for help. There was a burst of surprise in the golden light: "There is such a thing, what kind of immortal weapon does he use?" "He has never used an immortal weapon, if he does, we will naturally use the divine arrow descended by the immortal against him, but Nas only used a black long knife in his hand to shoot us down together." Jin Guang was even more surprised: "There is such a thing...... Well, he is holding a long knife in his hand, not a qi sword?" "The nether people can see clearly that he does have a sword in his hand, and he is not like ordinary monks who use qi to control the sword. The golden light smiled coldly: "It's really a strange thing, using the flesh to control the sword, it is the most backward exercise, and it can defeat the five of you together, either he deliberately hides it, or you are too stupid!" The five people were insulted, but they didn't dare to fight back, one by one they were silent, kneeling on the ground and not daring to speak. Lingjue Zen Master was not easy to talk at the moment, so he had to kneel honestly and not say anything. The golden light snorted: "Hmph, I can't imagine that a small Wuwei Sword Sect can actually hide the dragon and crouching tiger, not only has a soul immortal, but also such a strange person." As soon as the golden light was collected, it turned into a meteor and shot into the sky, leaving only one voice: "Your defense line, everything is left to me." ”

The five of them breathed a sigh of relief together, stood up, and Feng Sanyang said angrily: "We are the head of the five major sects, but we were taught by him like a child, it's really infuriating!" Wu Xingyun was very disdainful of his hindsight, and squinted at him: "The master of the courtyard is a bloody person, why didn't he get angry just now, and argued with reason, why did he hold back his anger until now?" Feng Sanyang said angrily, "You!" "How about me?" Wu Xingyun snorted and glared at Feng Sanyang-for-tat. Feng Sanyang was furious, the light on his body flashed, and under the palm of his left hand, he had already condensed a ball of light the size of an egg, and rushed towards Wu Xingyun to make a move-he couldn't afford to provoke the immortals, and he couldn't afford to provoke Wu Xingyun? Wu Xingyun was not to be outdone, and the two of them were about to fight together. Lingjue Zen Master and Master Shifang hurriedly stood between the two: "Two, two, don't kill each other, they are all their own people, why bother to meet each other? There was some embarrassment between the five people, and when they went down the mountain, no one spoke, and the dull atmosphere remained until the bottom of the mountain. Still in front of the leopard-headed boulder, everyone broke up and returned to their respective sects.

In the Wuwei Sword Sect, Gu Sheng fell asleep on the bed. He hadn't slept in days, and to be honest, he was really sleepy. Because of the reason for eating away at Menghua Snake Neidan back then, Gu Sheng was very sleepy, but recently his skills have grown, and his self-control ability has increased, unlike before, he is confused at every turn, but he didn't sleep for several days, Gu Sheng still felt very uncomfortable, and finally had a chance to sleep well, he fell asleep on the bed. A meteor streaked across the sky. The golden light that was not noticed at all fell into the mountain gate of the Wuwei Sword Sect, and the Wuwei Sword Sect's mountain gate guardian formation seemed to have no effect on the meteor. The golden light shrank into a ball and rolled outside Gu Sheng's room. A faint golden light enveloped the room.

Gu Sheng was still asleep. In his dream, he came to a wonderful place, where a hundred flowers were fragrant, a hundred birds were singing, and the water was murmuring. Lush pines, green mountains and green bamboos, flying springs and waterfalls. Gu Sheng stood alone on a green grass, smelling the fragrance of flowers and grass in his nose, and he was already intoxicated unconsciously. Gu Sheng lingered here, and even forgot that he was still in a dream, and he really thought that he was in such a fairyland. He walked along, wanting to tread every meadow and every mountain and river here. Take in the beauty of the area. Just when Gu Sheng was intoxicated in that fairyland, a little golden light slowly rose in his room. The golden light looked at Gu Sheng, who was sleeping soundly, and smiled coldly: "No matter how powerful you say about him, it's just that, a 'fairy dream realm' trapped him." Hmph!" the golden light that enveloped the room slowly retracted. In the end, they all shrank into Gu Sheng's body. The golden light muttered to himself: "Well, okay, he shouldn't wake up, it's really useless to let them complete the plan of the Immortal Emperor, it's better for Benqing to take action himself!"

Early the next morning, the heads of the five major sects gathered together again. Feng Sanyang and Wu Xingyun were still a little wrong, the two of them sat the farthest, and no one could see anyone, so as not to be annoyed in their eyes. The abbot of the Kudi Temple, Master Baku, asked, "Senior Brother Lingjue, do we still want to attack the mountain today?" Yesterday, although the Immortals had already promised to solve them Gu Sheng. But in just one night, they didn't hear any movement in the mountain gate of the Wuwei Sword Sect, whether this Gu Sheng was leveled by the immortals, in their hearts, no one scored. Lingjue Zen Master frowned and thought for a while, and finally said, "Attack! We must have confidence in the immortals." "Everyone thinks about it, too, after all, people are immortals, there are many things that we ordinary people can understand, maybe people can solve Gu Sheng silently?

"Attack!" Lingjue Zen Master gave an order, and the Holy Temple, the Mourning Temple, the Daye Temple, the Bitter Truth Temple, The five major sects of the Tibetan Houyuan jointly launched the power of the sect to attack the spell, and suddenly five rays of light fell in the sky one after another, and the monks of the Holy Temple knocked on the wooden fish together to read out a series of scriptures, the scriptures were read out from their mouths, and they all turned into golden words and flew into the sky, and all the disciples recited the scriptures in their mouths, gathered in the sky, and gradually piled up into a huge golden demon pestle, the demon pestle slowly fell, pressing on the mountain gate of the Wuwei Sword Sect, and suddenly the yellow mountain gate guardian formation, and the demon pestle rubbed violently, the golden light was shining, and the yellow light of the demon pestle under the demon pestle was quickly consumed, and the demon pestle is also rapidly shortened with the consumption of yellow light!

The disciples of the Mourning Labor Institute had sad faces, their exercises were mainly penance, and it was very painful to run the exercises before they became successful. And it is from this pain that they gain strength and raise their rank. The two hundred disciples of the Mourning Labor Institute acted together, and there was a bleak gloomy cloud in the sky, and the gloomy clouds became denser and denser, but the disciples of the Mourning Labor Monastery gathered their minds, and these gloomy clouds slowly changed in the sky, and finally turned into a huge tiger. The tiger has gray lines on its white body, and the word king on its forehead is faintly visible. The tiger roared and pounced on the mountain gate of the Wuwei Sword Sect. The giant tiger of Baise spread on the defensive array of the mountain gate, almost pressing the entire mountain gate under him, the yellow light fluctuated violently, the body of the white tiger was quickly evaporated, and the white tiger was not to be outdone, the claws were sharp, and the yellow light of the fierce attacker. Huang Guang has gone through the confrontation with the Golden Demon Spirit, and he has consumed a lot. was bitten by the white tiger like this again, and the damage was quite great.

It was the turn of Daye Temple, the monks put on the whole civilization of the magic weapon, after a burst of beating and chanting, in a burst of neat chanting, a huge gold fell from the sky, smashed on the mountain gate of the Wuwei Sword Sect, "boom" a loud sound, the yellow light in the shattering, in an instant reduced a small half!

Jiuyin is as steady as Mount Tai at this moment, and he is not panicking. Several junior disciples were anxious: "Senior brother, senior brother, what should we do, what should we do now?" Jiu Yin shook his head lightly: "Don't panic, if they want to kill in, it will take a while, and even if they kill in, we don't have to be afraid." The Wuwei Sword Sect has gone through three thousand years of wind and rain without falling, how can they be destroyed if they say that they will be destroyed!" Jiu Yin said this with great confidence, but it was difficult to appease the uneasiness in the hearts of the junior disciples. All the disciples of the Wuwei Sword Sect gathered together in the Sanqing Divine Temple, and less than a hundred disciples looked at Jiuyin who was sitting under the statue of the Sanqing Divine Sect. Several junior disciples didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, and they asked each other from time to time, but they couldn't sit still. Seeing that the defensive formation of the mountain gate was about to be unable to withstand the blow, the head of the gate was still so unhurried.

The Eight Bitter Masters of the Bitter Truth Temple announced a Buddha name: "Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha ......" Hundreds of disciples of the Bitter Truth Temple chanted together, all the disciples took off their prayer beads from their necks and threw them into the sky, in the sky, these Buddha beads gradually circled with their chanting, with the prayer beads of the Eight Bitter Masters as the core, a string of Buddha beads actually gathered together, and the upper string of prayer beads gathered together, forming a huge string of Buddha beads! There were a total of eighteen Buddha beads in this string, and suddenly all of them were scattered, and the sandalwood-colored Buddha beads fell one by one, smashing on the yellow light of the Wuwei Sword Sect one after another, and a halo of early yellow light exploded on the cover, and the yellow light was blown up to a little swing, obviously not supporting it for long

Jiuyin lowered his head and asked Wei Fang next to him: "Where did Wei Sheng go?" Wei Fang was a little difficult to speak: "Senior brother, he, he is still sleeping." "Huh?" Jiu Yin was strange, and he didn't speak truthfully: "I can't wake up!" Jiu Yin's heart sank, and an ominous premonition spread in his heart...... Tips: You can go to the previous page or the next page through the left and right arrow keys "" or "→" on the keyboard, and you can return to the "" directory var_tmztp_ "0"; var_tmzid_"116996810613623362250250";

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The 209th Immortal Dream Realm