Under the cover of the sun, Lu Chengfeng personally sent Tang Haoyun and his party away from Xiaoyao Island.

If it weren't for the fact that he was worried that there was something important in Shushan, Tang Haoyun really wanted to stay here for a few days, and by the way, he also asked Lu Chengfeng for a few tricks. Di Qianjun, who woke up from a serious injury, complained that Lu Chengfeng was not interesting enough, and he didn't call him when he drank! Although this person didn't like to drink, he was very happy to talk with Lu Chengfeng.

Only Jiang Wuhan didn't say anything all the way, his face seemed to have a layer of frost, and he couldn't see joy or sorrow.

After leaving Xiaoyao Island, everyone persuaded Lu Chengfeng not to send it. But Lu Chengfeng insisted on sending it, and it was not until he approached Shushan that Lu Chengfeng left with peace of mind.

Tang Haoyun hugged his fists and said, "Don't leave it at this time, he will have time in the future, and then he should have a good time with Senior Brother Lu!"

Lin Junyang held back his pain and said, "Thank you Master Lu for saving your life!

Lu Chengfeng nodded and said, "You have to cherish your life!"

Jiang Wuhan moved the corners of his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

But seeing Lu Chengfeng turn around and leave, Di Qianjun muttered in a low voice, "This Senior Brother Lu doesn't have such a mother-in-law on weekdays, but what's wrong today!"

Tang Haoyun also felt weird, but he couldn't say what was weird.

Back on Xiaoyao Island, Lu Chengfeng seemed to be preoccupied. Regarding this fatalistic technique, Shushan also had predecessors who practiced it back then, but most of them ended up dismally. It was based on this consequence that the Shushan faction listed this spell as a forbidden technique. This kind of exercise of killing 1,000 enemies and harming 800 self-inflicted injuries has been practiced by almost no one in the future, and there is no way to crack it so far.

Thinking that Nanhua Zhenren is a generation of masters, maybe there will be some clues left in the Shuiyue Cave Mansion.

Thinking of this, Lu Chengfeng came to the Water Moon Cave Mansion again.

The Water Moon Cave Mansion is extremely wide, with a huge waterhole in the center, and there is a circular gap directly above, where the heavens, earth and stars can be seen. The moonlight is sprinkled in Tan, rippling with waves.

In the early morning, above the pool, the white fog is thick. If someone walks in it, it is like an immortal flying through the clouds.

On the surrounding cliffs, there are many caves, which are completely natural, and the people in them are the heads of the Xiaoyao faction.

Take a closer look, there are still a lot of sword marks on it, and every move and style is extremely exquisite, and they are definitely superior spells. However, Lu Chengfeng has already detached himself from the comprehension of the technique, if he can comprehend the avenue, no matter how subtle his technique is, it will only be a passing moment after all.

Lu Chengfeng walked straight in the direction of the waterfall, and the stone walls along the way were covered with dense words, and dragons flew and phoenixes danced. If you look closely, you don't know much about it, it seems to be an ancient text.

Lu Chengfeng didn't delve into it and continued to move forward. As we approached the waterfall, there was a sudden hissing sound, which turned out to be the neighing of a sword.

Could it be that there is a hole behind this waterfall?

Lu Chengfeng's mind moved, but he felt that there was still a fluctuation of mana behind the waterfall, and it seemed extremely strong.

Curious, Lu Chengfeng decided to go deeper and find out.

Attracting the colorful divine light, the majesty of Lu Chengfeng Taishan approached the waterfall. The water of the waterfall immediately separates to both sides, making way for a path.

However, just as he wanted to enter, a strong push blocked his way. Lu Chengfeng was unmoved, and continued to approach forward, but he was never able to get closer.

After a closer look, I saw that it was an invisible barrier, as if the predecessors had deliberately laid a formation here.

Lu Chengfeng asked himself about the cultivation of the predecessors of the Easy Sect, and he didn't dare to break through, so he retreated.

When he was young, a golden light rose from the waterfall. A moment later, a large word 'Dao' appeared. Lu Chengfeng didn't understand what he meant, did he need any chance to enter the back of this waterfall?

At this time, the nine-song exquisite dragon on Lu Chengfeng's finger was shining with a faint light, as if he had sensed it.

Immediately after, the word spread out, and the golden light that lingered around it turned into a whirlpool, spinning endlessly.

Lu Chengfeng seemed to have a hint of enlightenment in his heart, and then he flew up and gently reflected his palm into the golden whirlpool. In an instant, an extremely strong suction force pulled him in.

Lu Chengfeng only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the whole person was transformed into the waterfall.

When he opened his eyes again, a sword mound appeared in front of him.

Countless swords crowded around it, making bursts of neighing sounds from time to time, and the surrounding mana fluctuated incessantly.

A moment later, a hiss pierced the sky. Suddenly, countless swords broke through the mound together, and instantly surrounded Lu Chengfeng.

As pointed by the blade, the cold air is pressing, and there is a faint murderous aura.

Lu Chengfeng turned around, and the multicolored divine light immediately blocked all the swords around him.

Countless swords wandered in the air for a long time, and suddenly changed direction, like a giant dragon entangled Lu Chengfeng.

Lu Chengfeng's mind moved slightly, and the Xuanyuan Sword broke through the wind.

The Xuanyuan Sword was the head of ten thousand soldiers, and when the divine light appeared, all the swords stopped attacking, but only surrounded them in a circle.

As soon as Lu Chengfeng pinched the trick, Xuanyuan Sword let out a piercing hiss. The hissing sound instantly drowned out the other sounds around it, as if the king was roaring.

Under the shroud of golden light, the swords around him nodded like people, and then reinserted themselves on the sword mound.

However, at this moment, a burst of laughter suddenly came from above.

Looking up, I saw an old Taoist priest with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, green clothes and white hair, standing in mid-air, looking like a fairy with fairy wind and bones. It seems that the powerful mana fluctuation just now should be this person.

Lu Chengfeng said, "Lu Chengfeng, the new head of the Xiaoyao faction, meets his seniors!"

The old Taoist priest said, "I can't imagine that the new head of my Freedom Sect is actually the reincarnation of General Feilong, which is really a blessing for my faction! Looking at your face today, why is there only one year of Yang Shou left? Isn't it that you have practiced fatalism?"

Lu Chengfeng said, "Predecessor Mingjian, I don't know if there is a way to save me?"

The old Taoist priest said, "Since it is fate, it is a foregone conclusion! The poor Dao has already calculated the catastrophe of the present, and the Flying Dragon General is still here, thinking that your fate lies in the Heavenly Dao, but it is not confined to this fatalistic technique." This fatalism is handed down from ancient times, and it is fate for you to view it by chance, and it is fate if he can save himself one day. The Heavenly Dao rotates, the life and death of the Flying Dragon General, and the poor Dao does not dare to speak falsely!"

Lu Chengfeng suddenly figured out something, that is, if he hadn't cultivated the fatalism technique in the first place, he would have died at the hands of the ghost king yesterday. As a result, he was lucky to survive, and at the same time suffered the decay of his lifespan. This cause and effect are all predestined. That is, his own life and death are only related to the Dao of Heaven, but they have nothing to do with fatalism. If Heavenly Dao wants to die by itself, even if he doesn't practice fatalism, he will eventually die.

Thinking of this, Lu Chengfeng nodded and said, "What the senior said made Lu Chengfeng suddenly open! It's just that the enemy is too strong right now, I want to improve my cultivation as soon as possible, I don't know if the senior can give me a lesson or two!"

The old Taoist priest said with a smile, "The reason why the poor Daoist Dao is called Nanhua! The reason why there is still a primordial god left here is also to count this catastrophe. When Poor Dao founded the Loose Sect, he always wanted to find a material that could be created to help the people of the world survive this catastrophe, but unfortunately the time did not come. Today, General Feilong is here, it should be the work of Heavenly Dao, and the poor Dao can pass on all the way of his life to the general. I also hope that the general will concentrate on enlightenment and put down the demons in this world as soon as possible!"

It turned out to be a real person in Nanhua, no wonder it was so unfathomable.

Between thoughts, a golden light shrouded from the top of Lu Chengfeng's head. When I looked up, I saw that the lines of golden characters gradually melted into my mind.

The Avenue of the Heavens, follow the roots. Heaven and earth, sun and moon, all are my heart. Where the heart desires, the Tao is natural. If the law is clear, the Tao will be self-contained......

Lu Chengfeng was silently thinking in his heart, but suddenly he realized.

Whether it is gods and demons, or people and ghosts, but when you see all things, none of them can be the way.

No matter how subtle the spell is, it is only the murderous aura of man.

If you can understand the way of all things, the Dharma will become self-contained. If you know the enemy's way, you can defend yourself against the enemy. One knows, ten thousand laws.

Hearing Lu Chengfeng's muttering, Nanhua Zhenren laughed again and again, but suddenly disappeared in place like a gust of wind.

(End of chapter)