At the beginning of people, they decide the difference, divide the noble and the low, and rank the class, which is given by God, and no one can choose. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, people should work hard to break these shackles, and if they want to practice, they should ask the heavens for an answer.

But when you see a bigger sky, you find that the stairs to the top are higher than the first, and you are ambitious, and time will make you discouraged.

Cultivation is divided into countless realms, and the cultivation sect is also divided into three, six, nine and so on.

The last stream cultivator forces thought that Zhongfu was the sky, and what kind of immortal gate was the middle stream forces looking up to?

Even the last-rate cultivation forces are divided into countless levels, there are small forces where one person has attained the Tao and his relatives and friends, there are cultivation families that have been inherited for a hundred years or thousands of years, and there are also small sects that break through the clan and recruit disciples.

The Holy Soul Palace is such a force, the long-faced monk's name is Ma Shenfei, he doesn't like this name very much, because it is unlucky for people who cultivate the truth, and it seems to indicate that he will be wiped out at some point.

Ma Shenfei was just an ordinary mortal at first, because he met an old way, he learned the method of breathing, and then in a Jiazi time, he wandered around, practiced cautiously, created the Holy Soul Palace, and became the palace master.

Because he has gone all the way from a small person, he is more aware of the gap between classes, if you want to go from zero to one, hard work alone is not enough, if there is no opportunity, you will not be able to find the answer in your life.

Encountering that old Tao was his first step from zero to one, finding the blessed land of the Holy Soul Palace was the second step, and if he could rely on the Sacred Heart Sect, he was confident that he would be able to take the third step.

In order to take the third step, he waited too long, and even his patience was exhausted, and finally twenty years ago, there was a genius in the Holy Soul Palace-Miao Juan'er, Miao Juan'er was favored by the Thousand Spider Gate, and then entered the Sacred Heart Sect.

He didn't mind groveling to his former subordinates, nor did he mind that the sect he had painstakingly managed became a vassal of the Sacred Heart Sect, and if he wanted to enter the hall, he would have to pay a price, he believed in his own means, and believed that one day he would become an existence above ten thousand people.

Now the opportunity is in front of him, as long as he kills the young man in front of him, a young man in the Qi refining period, it is so easy, but he loses. The low-hanging fruit was lost, he was angry, and then he went crazy.

He hates people like Lin Yu, because his failure is just that the starting point is too low, if he is also from a famous family, why would he lose? The madness of the little people is often the most terrible, because from scratch, they are even more unwilling to lose, and will pay everything to defend what they have now.

Lin Yu didn't know the past of Ma Feifei, and it was impossible to know what the other party was thinking now, and he couldn't see the slightly drooping head and hidden eyes that shone with cold light. However, Lin Yu has been careful and cautious since he was a child, although he won, he was not complacent, but was careful to take precautions, and he had to guard against the power of a foundation building monk.

Ma Feifei suddenly raised his head, his hair scattered, almost covering his eyes, but the little chill in it made Lin Yu tremble.

"Hurry back!"

Wuwei in the small world roared, Lin Yu didn't have time to ask more, and his figure flew back quickly.

I saw Ma Shenfei slowly stand up, looked back at the hall behind him, and smiled miserably, but saw his mouth open and closed, reciting the ancient method.

The incantation was like a fine classic recited by an old monk, and it was like the song of insects and beasts in the grass, obscure, making the air ripple and resonate.

When the first voice came from the palace master's mouth, Miao Wan'er was shocked, thinking of the ancient psychic method recorded in the Holy Sect, she didn't want to think about it, picked up Luo Qingsheng, and was about to escape.

Lin Yu saw Miao Wan'er leave with his own eyes, and immediately stopped and wanted to chase it, but was stopped by Wuwei angrily: "Boy, if you want to live, run in the current direction, no one can save you if you are slow!"

Only by surviving can it be possible to save people, Lin Yu knew very well that it could make Wuwei Daozun so nervous, which could only show that the magic trick in the mouth of the long-faced Taoist priest was terrifying, and he made the flying sword fly towards the mountain with all his might.

The secret of the Holy Soul Palace is only known to Ma Shenfei, and he can build the foundation because of the existence here.

As the name of the Holy Soul Palace says, buried under the mountain is a soul, a soul that is broken, has no memory, has incomplete consciousness, and has no will.

Whether it is the method of seizing qi or the method that Ma Ashfei meditates at this time, they are all ancient things, and few people even know in the era of Wuwei, these are all from that broken soul, which shows that he has existed for a longer time than Wuwei Daozun. With the existence of an unconscious soul to this day, it has not died out due to the years, which is enough to show the strength of the soul master, no wonder Wuwei is so nervous.

Ma Gray Fei knew that there might be a demon hidden in the mountain, a certain ancient power, maybe awaken it, and he might be devoured, but in order to take that step, he waited too long, and he ran out of patience, he didn't want to fail, and finally recited the psychic method.

The ten thousand qi fortunes of mortals were collected by him here, just to wait for this moment and become a sacrifice for the resurrection of that soul, although it was only a drop in the bucket.

The disciples of the Holy Soul Palace were still worried about the palace master a moment ago, but at this time, seeing that the palace master made such a big momentum, Lin Yu was about to flee without saying a word, and they were all overjoyed, cheering and shouting for the palace master.

But they didn't know that their end was coming.

The sky darkened in an instant, and the black clouds seemed to crush the entire mountain, and the air was extremely oppressive.

Every sound of the wind was so tight, every breath was so heavy, it seemed as if the heart was about to stop beating.

There were two rays of light in the dark clouds, like two rays of light cast from the sky, and like a pair of deep old eyes.

All the disciples of the Holy Soul Palace fell to their knees at the same moment, reverently gazing at the two rays of light in the sky, just like believers.

The power of luck in the depths of the Holy Soul Palace, the luck absorbed by many disciples, broke away at the same time, was pulled by the voice of the mysterious summoning, and flew towards the dark cloud in the sky.

The power of luck is not the aura, but the power of sentient beings, the power of will, the sum of all forces. Now the person who can drive this power no longer exists, even if it is far less than inaction, and the existence of the sky can undoubtedly withstand this power.

At first, there was only a trace of remnant soul in the dark clouds, but after merging with the Ten Thousand Dao Qi Luck, it began to be conscious and began to have breath, rather than an ethereal existence.

The sky was no longer oppressive, the clouds sprinkled a few rays of sunshine, warm and warm, and everyone felt that their bodies were warm and reverent, without a trace of pain.

Lin Yu's Imperial Sword stopped above the Holy Soul Palace, looking at the scene in front of him in shock, marveling at the power of that breath and the power of heaven and earth.

I don't know when, Wu Wei quietly appeared beside Lin Yu, his eyes as deep as the starry sky, and the breath that stared at the clouds like those believers.

The years have made this strong man 10,000 years ago learn that his heart is like water, and the things in the world have made it difficult for him to have too many waves, but at this time, Wuwei is as excited as a child, his trembling right hand wants to stretch out to the sky, and his eyes are like tears.

"Teacher-" Wu Wei actually knelt on the ground, paying the highest respect to the breath in the clouds.

Lin Yu squinted, looking at Wuwei's behavior in shock, and finally complained: "Didn't you say that you can't appear in reality?"