"The desolate and depraved sect naturally does not have anything that Taishang Laojun covets, and it is precisely because he does not have it that he can put his mind at ease and let us pull us into the game. Zhou Bai smiled indifferently, not caring about the ugly face of the Holy Mother.

Zhou Bai turned to look at the main hall next to him, and a page of withered yellow paper fell into the pool outside the hall by riding the mountain breeze.

Surrounded by flowers, the grass and trees are fragrant. Only this altar of stagnant water has no aura, and even aquatic plants and duckweed cannot survive.

Following Zhou Bai's gaze, the Holy Mother of Wudang saw this pool, her heart trembled, and a grievance and loss flashed in her eyes. She knew that there was originally a green lotus planted in this pool, but since the Zhuxian Sword Array was broken, this green lotus began to wither and fall, and finally sank to the bottom of the water and fell into mud.

'Red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves, the three religions were originally one family. Our Lady murmured, and when she said the second half of the sentence, she was contemptuous.

The pool is not large, and the rice paper floats and floats in the ripples, the ink is dim, and the handwriting on the soaked paper is also printed on the front.

The cultivation of the three of them is profound, even if they are a hundred steps away, they can still see the handwriting on the front through the ink marks on the back of the paper.

'Close the door of the cave, quietly recite the three or two volumes of Huang Ting, throw yourself into the western soil, and there are celebrities on the list of gods. 'Wudang was stunned, this was originally the couplet left by the Tongtian Sect Master outside the Biyou Palace before the gods, why did it suddenly appear here?

In the blink of an eye, a pool of clear water was dyed black, and the rice paper spontaneously combusted on the surface of the water without fire, and the ashes scattered and scattered into mud.

Zhou Bai didn't want to persuade more, and there was no need to persuade more, he was not Shen Gongbao, and he didn't want to be the 'Taoist friend who dragged down the entire sect', now that Taishang Laojun's commission has been completely completed, the cause and effect of the two can be regarded as truly over.

The Holy Mother of Wudang, who had been silent for a long time, walked out of the main hall slowly, the sun sprinkled on her pale snow skin through the hazy mist, and wisps of gray-black smoke appeared.

"Senior Sister Wudang!" Hongyu's face tightened, and her figure appeared beside Wudang in a flash, and she took out an oil-paper umbrella from the sword domain and blocked it above Wudang's head, until the two of them got close, she was shocked to find that the body of the Holy Mother of Wudang had been shattered and almost collapsed.

Noticing the concern in Hongyu's eyes, the soft light in Wudang's eyes flickered, and he gently took the paper umbrella in Hongyu's hand, and the cold corpse-like palm made Hongyu's heart a mess.

"Under the saint, all living beings are ants, as a pathetic ant, it is already the greatest luck to not die after receiving a blow from the saint, and Senior Sister Hongyu does not have to be like this. Wudang's expression was as usual, and the burns on his skin gradually recovered under the paper umbrella, "You see, as long as I get used to it, this old injury has no effect on me." ”

Hongyu's lips pursed and she didn't say anything, what she needed was not mercy, and she didn't need mercy from others.

Turning his head to look at Zhou Bai, Zhou Bai understood the words in Hongyu's eyes, and nodded silently, even he was taken aback by the scene just now. When he first read 'The Romance of the Gods', he was curious about why there were so many casualties among the disciples of the Sect of Interception, but only one of them retreated.

When he first came to Jinao Island, his doubts were deeper, it was too empty, too barren, although there were Daotong Stubborn Stones and White Cranes, but other than that, there was no one else.

It wasn't until now that he really understood that it wasn't that Taiqing Daoist was pitiful and wanted to leave a bottom line for Tongtian, but that he didn't deserve a blow from the saint and was seriously injured and had no choice but to retreat.

Thousands of years have passed, and the injuries inflicted on her by the saint are not beyond the world's ability to heal, and using her cultivation to maintain this immortal body is already the limit, how can she collect the remnants of the sect and revitalize the sect?

"At the beginning, we listened to the teacher's words and closed the mountain gate to recite the Huang Ting, but in the calamity, there are always people who force you to enter the game, and the brothers and sisters fall one by one, in exchange for not the end of the catastrophe, but the intensification of the other party. Wudang stretched out his hand to catch the scattered paper ashes, and when the slender jade-like Rouyi stretched out the range of the paper umbrella, a pale golden flame ignited, and the skin instantly fell off, and the flesh turned into charred ash.

The crescent-like eyebrows are slightly raised, and the pain of physical destruction will not be diminished by time, and the pain of habit is not without pain.

"At the end of the day, it's the teacher who is wrong. Wudang muttered, and a drop of water fell from the sky and fell into the palm of her outstretched hand.

It's rain, or maybe someone's tears.

In an instant, endless streamers burst out from the water droplets, and the rich blue-green light exuded vigorous vitality, and Zhou Bai was shocked to find that even the life qi of the divine tree in the sword domain was less than half of the light in front of him.

Outside the nine clouds, a soft sigh sounded in the chaos, and a figure as sharp as a sword and towering as a mountain turned around and sat in front of the Zixiao Palace.

This is just one time, not the next one. At this time, an old man's voice came from the Zixiao Palace, a little helpless and a little relieved.

After the War of the Gods, although the saints were not grounded in the wilderness, they also had the Heavenly Dao Decree of 'If it is not an immeasurable calamity, the saints will not come out', of course, among these people, only the Tongtian Sect Master is an exception.

He was the only saint who was completely grounded and confined outside the Zixiao Palace, it would be fine if it was an ordinary communication, but now he has used the power of the saint to affect the cause and effect of the desolation, which is not allowed by the Heavenly Dao.

In the Great Red Sky, Taiqing Daoist people moved, after scanning the East China Sea, he looked at the depths of chaos, nodded with relief, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you finally did it." ”

......

The green light burst out, and finally disappeared into the body of the Virgin of Wudang, gathering a faint tear stain on her forehead.

Slowly opened his eyes, tears rained down.

The paper umbrella in his hand had long been torn apart and rolled out by the aura, and under the warm sun, Wudang knelt down in front of the ink pool, and threw his five bodies to the ground.

"Master, what's wrong?!! Shicai's vision also alarmed the rest of the people on the island, and they saw a white crane fluttering down the mountain and landing in front of several people in a moment. "Huh, Master, why did you come out?"

When the White Crane Daoist saw the Mother of Wudang in front of the ink pool, he hurriedly turned into a human body, wanting to shield himself from the sun with his clothes.

Wudang shook his head to stop the white crane, and said with a smile: "White crane." No need, for the teacher..... It's already fine. ”

After seeing that there were no traces of burns on the master's body, Bai He breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Zhou Bai and Hongyu gratefully, was the vision just now that they were healing the master's injuries?

Zhou Bai smiled: "You don't have to look at me like this, the vision just now was made by the Heavenly Saint, and it has nothing to do with us." ”

Our Lady of Wudang said: "At the beginning, the sect avoided fighting without fighting, and finally fell into the disadvantage, and was passive step by step. If we don't take the initiative now, we will never have peace. Senior Sister Hongyu stays first, Zhou Bai Daoyou, and come with me. ”

The current Mother of Wudang no longer has the ethereal fairy spirits of the past, some of them are high-spirited self-confidence and arrogance as a disciple of the Interception Sect, without the Ten Thousand Immortals to come to the Dynasty, the Interception Sect is still the unruly Interception Sect!

It's ...... Bai He looked at the Holy Mother of Wudang who walked towards the Biyou Palace in surprise, since he was enlightened by Wudang and entered the outer gate, this main hall has never been opened, he once asked the master, and Wudang at that time told him that this hall is the teacher's dojo, and this door can only be opened by the teacher.

Zhou Bai also noticed Bai He's gaze, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a few steps forward to keep up with a solemn face and a solemn step.

Before approaching the Biyou Palace, there was a simple aura rushing to the face, in this ethereal aura, a sharp sword aura was particularly eye-catching, although the palace door was closed, but Zhou Bai could feel it, the sword was in the hall.

Five steps away from the steps in front of the hall, he stopped without a moment, shook his sleeves, folded his hands, and bowed.

The closed stone door babbled open, and Wu Dang turned sideways and said, "Zhou Bai Daoyou, please enter the hall." ”

Zhou Bai was stunned for a moment, saw Wudang's solemn expression, nodded slowly, dusted off the dust on his body, calmed down, and stepped step by step on the stone steps that no one had walked for thousands of years.

There was a sudden noise in his ears, and illusory figures shuttled around the hall, some with kind faces and often smiling, some arguing in groups, some sisters laughing and playing, and even he saw the figure of the Virgin of Wudang here, in front of another elegant young man, innocent and smiling.

This figure is the memory of this Biyou Palace, and it is also the thoughts sent back by all the disciples of the Interception Sect.

"Hahaha~" Laughter came from the palace, countless disciples gathered together, there was no racial distinction and no realm status, everyone sat outside the high platform, and their eyes looking at the high platform were full of admiration and eagerness.

And 'Wudang' stood quietly outside the crowd, and there was no figure of the young man outside the hall beside him, seeing Zhou Bai entering the hall, Wudang bowed his head and signaled, and then looked at the high platform.

Zhou Bai slowly walked into the main hall and looked ahead along the eyes of the disciples.

The light and shadow dissipated suddenly, the lights and banquets all disappeared, and all the high-ranking friends left on their shoulders, leaving only the empty hall and the dead silence.

The babbling sound sounded behind him, the palace gate was closed, the disciples of the sect had already left, and only a sleeping sword was left in the entire hall, lying quietly in an urn of wine jar.

Maybe it was because he had been asleep for too long, and the ancient sword that woke up swayed in the air and spun around a few times before landing in front of Zhou Bai.

Zhou Bai's eyes shrank suddenly, and then returned to normal, the grade of this sword in front of him had surpassed the body of the red jade! It was not easy to distinguish between the strength and weakness of the same innate spirit treasure, but the feeling that this sword gave Zhou Bai was very mysterious, so mysterious that Zhou Bai couldn't see through its reality at all.

It's as if you're facing Taishang Laojun.....

'I have seen the saints of the Qing Dynasty. Zhou Bai bowed and saluted. Not to mention that some people are reluctant to conceive the innate spirit treasure and maintain the health spirit, it is impossible for the spirit body that turns into a form alone to reach the realm of a saint, since the sword body has a spirit, it is as unpredictable as a saint.

Then this sword must be the corpse of the saint, that is, the distraction incarnation of the Tongtian Sect Master.

"This ..... It is the sword of the enlightenment of the saints of the Shangqing Dynasty, Qingping. A voice of nothingness sounded in the hall, and it was ethereal, coming from nowhere. "As early as after the gods, I have already cut off my robe with Sanqing, and now I am the leader of the Tongtian Sect, not the saint of Sanqing Shangqing. You..... Don't be tempted. ”

Zhou Bai bowed down again, nodded and said, "Yes, I have seen the Tongtian Sect Master." ”

If it's wrong, it's wrong, so why quibble. The other party is a saint, the existence of the Heavenly Dao, Zhou Bai didn't plan to plan the other party, and naturally he didn't need too much calculation.

"About Buddhism, come to Zixiao Hall and talk to me in detail. The tone of the Tongtian Sect Master could not tolerate Zhou Bai's refusal, and he would never allow Zhou Bai to back down at this time.

Zhou Bai said with a smile: "With my current cultivation, it is difficult to break through the chaotic turbulence, and I still ask the master to protect me to go back and forth." ”

The Tongtian Sect Master smiled, "That's nature. ”

A cyan sword light passed through Zhou Bai, and before Zhou Bai could react, he put him into the sword shadow, went straight through the Biyou Palace, passed through the mountain protection array of Jinao Island, and disappeared into the sky.

"Zhou Bai!" Hongyu's heart jumped, and she suddenly looked into the sky, although she couldn't feel the sword intent of the saint, but there was no connection between her and Zhou Bai, she could feel that the other party's aura was rapidly moving away, and the direction was the void above her head.

Our Lady of Wudang said softly: "Senior Sister Hongyu doesn't have to worry, the teacher just wants to see Zhou Bai." After that, he took out a bunch of jade slips from his sleeve, and his tone was a little more serious: "Senior sister's qualifications are extremely high, even if she is placed in the time when the flood is not divided, it is also a rare innate body in the world, if it is not for the inferior cultivation over the years, the realm cultivation of the junior sister is definitely not more than the current Taiyi True Immortal." ”

The domineering and confident tone made Hongyu can't help but think of the sentence that Zhou Bai often said when he talked about the battle of the gods, 'Da Luo walks all over the ground, and the golden immortal is not as good as a dog'.

'Poof~' Thinking of this, Hongyu couldn't help but laugh.

Wudang frowned and said, "Senior sister, what are you laughing at?"

Hongyu shook her head, she didn't dare to say this to Wudang.

Seeing that Hongyu was reluctant to speak, Wudang sighed lightly and said, "Although Senior Sister is now a Taiyi True Immortal, with the advantage of the sword body, even if she encounters a Golden Immortal, she has the power to fight. ”

"However, junior sister, have you ever thought that there is a big Luo above the golden immortal, and there is a quasi-saint above the big Luo. Wudang's eyes became sharper, and the endless coercion shrouded the red jade fiercely.

Hongyu's heart trembled, only to feel that her whole body was locked by an irresistible force, and her innate sword body trembled violently, and she could only shake the pressure of Wudang's aura with all her strength.

This reminded her of the powerlessness in the face of the burning lamp, and in terms of realm coercion, the strength of the Holy Mother of Wudang was only one point worse than the burning lamp that drove out the Dinghaizhu.

"The path of cultivation is endless, and those who do not become saints are eventually ants. Wudang slowly retracted his aura and said in a deep voice to Hongyu, "My injuries have just recovered, and in the past few thousand years, it has taken my mental strength to maintain my cultivation in place. ”

A ghostly light in his hand slowly lit up, and Wu Dang glanced at the hosta in his hand with a complicated expression, and looked up at the red jade: "This magic weapon of mine is an acquired spirit treasure, although it is not as good as your body level, but its strength is above you." ”

The sword in Hongyu's hand clenched tighter, and she could still laugh now.

The sentence 'Da Luo walks all over the ground, and the golden fairy is not as good as a dog' is no longer interesting, and some are just a chill to the bone.