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CHAPTER XXXIII

'Roaring Heavenly God' Liu Dema, is this openly provoking the Immortal Cave Lu Youjiao?

Not many people think that way.

The unequal contest is like a wrestling between a young man and a strong man, no matter how wonderful the result is, it is still a strong wind blowing wheat seedlings, one-sided.

The little dwarf who is less than three feet tall in the Bulao Cave borrows another 500 years from the sky, and in the face of Liu Dema, who was born with a 'Kui Niu Pearl', no matter how much he stands on tiptoe, he can't look at it.

That's how it turned out, no matter how much it hurt people's self-esteem, it was still like this.

Lu Youjiao was still in the crowd, like a drop in the ocean, grinning at Liu Dema, who was darker than the old farmer in the square, with a calm expression.

Since Liu Dema knew that Lu Youjiao was going to hold him back in the battle, he also knew that Lu Youjiao had practiced the "Divine Ape Enlightenment Sutra" and refined half of the immortal crystal, and maybe even the yellow dragon that Lu Youjiao kept in the Huangting Palace was no longer a secret.

After knowing oneself and knowing one's other, coming here to roar again is more or less an encouragement from fellow disciples and brothers, even recognition, or attention.

On the road of cultivators, those who reach the road are the first, and they really stand at a certain height, opening the mountain and leading the way for the younger generations, which is far more accessible than the secular concept of making a fortune on a small belly and chicken intestines and a muffled voice on a single-plank bridge.

If the mind is clear, the natural Dao mind will be stable in the future, and the demons in the heart will be difficult to resolve, which can also benefit a lot.

There are some of those who kill people and take gold pills, according to the magic weapon, and covet other people's magic powers. Most of them were done by cultivators who had not yet diluted the greed in the deepest part of human nature in the early stage of touching the Heavenly Dao Sweet Bun.

Of course, if it is placed between the sects and the sects, it becomes a matter of course again.

Sixth Senior Brother Lu Youjiao didn't know when he touched Xu Xiaoxian's side, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Suddenly.

The crowd in the square was like a torn rag, instantly split into two halves, leaving a passage more than ten meters wide.

"Senior Brother Qiu is here! Didn't Sun Shushen's old horseman fall a few times in a row, why did he come too?" Lu Youjiao snorted coldly, looking at the two people in the passage more than ten meters wide in confusion.

Autumn hurricanes have three-dimensional facial features, but they are soft. Without that one, the edges and corners are compelling and heroic, and there is more of the dusty smell of Taoist monks. Carrying a golden judge's pen, he is majestic and upright.

Just looking at the posture regardless of the momentum, it is like a mediocre white orchid in the tree, the tree posture is beautiful, but it is not proud of the cold plum. The leaves are green and green, but they are not as green as Changchun. The flowers are white, but they are not as white as lotus flowers. The fragrance is like a orchid, but the fragrance is not a peony. But there is always a trace of the fragrance that belongs to Bailan, flowing in the bones.

It's very pleasant to watch. Coupled with the heroic righteousness of that body, how to look at it, how to have the demeanor of a master of the Daomen.

The green-robed prince Sun Shushen followed, six or seven positions behind the autumn hurricane, and followed suit. The thin and handsome man's face was expressionless, far from the aggressive heroism of the original Ten Mile Taoyuan, and the Jasper Dragon Sword, which never left his body, was not carried on his back.

Tens of thousands of monks are like an army of crabs chasing the season on the beach, desperately migrating, surging all over the world, chasing the footsteps of the autumn hurricane of the senior brother of Baopu Mountain.

Autumn Hurricane didn't speak, just clenched his fists and smiled, without stopping for the slightest, and strode towards the square under the Qingyun Ladder.

"Senior Brother Qiu is still a peerless ride!" Lu Youjiao sighed, his tone was calm, savoring it, and there was a kind of natural numbness.

The first of the four little immortals of Hug Pushan, the first person on the Qingyun list, the first of the second generation of disciples of Hug Pushan, a young master who vaguely wants to touch the out-of-body period, but he also cultivated a majestic and unparalleled righteousness with Chu Ruyi.

There is no need to be strategic, but also have the bearing to command the heroes, who can stand out from the younger generation of Pushan?

The mountains look up, the scenery stops, and there is no heart to climb.

For the autumn hurricane, the head of the four little immortals of Hupu Mountain, Xu Xiaoxian has long heard of it.

Qiu Hurricane was born in the imperial family, and the fourteenth little emperor uncle of the Suzaku Dynasty in Nanzhan Buzhou should have been one of the two most important people in the secular imperial power struggle, but he didn't love the country and loved immortality, and pushed the seventh emperor brother Qiu Pojia to the pinnacle of human power.

Autumn hurricane at the age of 30 on the Pushan, has been 90 years, belongs to the halfway monk, practiced the "Huangting Neijing Jing" for less than three years, his invincible murderous aura in armor has become unbelievable into a majestic and unparalleled righteousness.

In the year when the autumn hurricane hugged Pushan, the vein of the fan tree flower glasses that only recruited female disciples actually threw an olive branch with common sense, and also promised a Taoist companion for the autumn hurricane, which has been passed down as a good story by Baopu Mountain.

It's just that in the year of his establishment, he didn't become an emperor in the world, and he was determined to become a pioneer in the exorcism of the Zhongzhou continent.

Just for the exorcist soldiers, the nine-story tower artifact of the Babel Tower, a pen from the sky.

Pointing to the heavenly pen, Xu Xiaoxian also heard his master Li Daniu say.

Diantianbi is the Confucian sage Kong Zhongni, the head of the hundred sons of Confucianism, known as the Confucian saint Confucius, one of the Confucian gods who left behind the world after the ascension.

A pen to the sky, a point to the sky, a painting of the ground, a stroke can release the fearless righteousness of Confucianism.

The Confucian Yang and Holy Divine Soldier can be described as invincible!

Confucius once used a bit of heavenly pen to write the "Six Classics" and the "Spring and Autumn Period", leaving the Confucian children of later generations to "benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith" as a criterion for always alerting themselves and abiding by their own hearts.

Leave benevolence, promise righteousness, emphasize etiquette, clear mind, and establish faith.

The fifteen-character proverb has spread throughout the hundred countries of Zhongzhou and has always been regarded as a guideline by Confucian disciples.

As a Confucian soldier, Diantianbi is not known for its power, just talking about power, looking at the weapons spectrum of the Treasure Pavilion of Baopu Mountain, it can be firmly in the top five.

It is only ranked after the stone tablet of the book of heaven in "Hug Puzi", the ancient mixed yuan golden bucket, the spring dragon giant sword of the founding patriarch, and the Sumeru pagoda after the Babel Tower.

Looking forward to the entire Zhongzhou Continent, it can also be ranked within the top 100 of divine weapons, Buddhist weapons, and magic weapons.

It's noon sharp.

The climb to the green cloud ladder was held on time.

Xu Xiaoxian retracted his thoughts.

Tens of thousands of disciples of the three generations of Baopu Mountain flocked to the Qingyun Ladder like a tide, which was spectacular.

One step up the mountain, one step at a time! From then on, the immortals and the world will be separated.

Who will rewrite the history of the Qingyun List? Who will turn Longmen into a Jiao? Who will find the way to heaven?

The way of heaven is vast, who can say it clearly and understand......

Xu Xiaoxian didn't rush to climb the mountain, but just watched this group of tens of thousands of monks struggling in the Tianhe, like carp crossing the river, rushing to hope one after another.

The heart of the Tao suddenly agitated.

The qi in the body is like a river going straight down, surging and excited, rushing to the Yellow Court in one go, passing the palace, going to Kunlun, and climbing the heavenly gate.

The Qingyun Ladder, which has countless steps, gradually became confused in Xu Xiaoxian's eyes, clear, blurred, and clear.

Cycle.