"Boom!" "Boom!"

At the beginning of the thunder, seven dazzling lightning rays pierced the night sky and hit the Soul Eater Banner one by one. The Venerable Master was struck by lightning and lightning, and he felt a surge of blood and qi all over his body. A handsome face, which was originally snow-white, suddenly turned red. When he looked at the Soul Devouring Banner in his hand again, not only was there no ghost, but even the black qi attached to the banner had faded a lot at this time. When the Venerable Master saw this, he was furious, and immediately bit the tip of his tongue, and a large mouthful of natal essence blood gushed out and sprinkled it on the banner. The banner was nourished by human blood, and in the blink of an eye, it changed from a faint black to a pitch black like ink. The Master of Wisdom smirked, and as soon as he raised the huge banner in his hand, he saw countless resentful spirits and evil spirits, like wild horses on the loose, pounce on them with their teeth and claws. When I saw the ordinary, I couldn't help but change my face.

In the field, Izuku's expression was extremely calm. For the abnormality in front of me, it was as if I hadn't seen it.

In the blink of an eye, the golden seal had already flown out of his hand, quietly hanging above the head of the dust.

Izuku sat up straight, made a strange gesture with his palms, and said in his mouth:

"Thunder and lightning, fiery meteors.

Put it into the generals and set up a fortune.

Scatter the dry spirit and shake the thunder god.

Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, Destroy Your Form!"

Then, Izuku pointed his hand, and the gold seal shook when it was boarded. But in a blink of an eye, the golden seal shook violently, turned into a golden streamer, and flew straight into the air. Izuku's eyes opened, and his eyes were full of determination.

In the blink of an eye, the black clouds in the sky seemed to have a guide and gathered quickly. In the clouds, there were bursts of muffled thunder from time to time. In a moment, I saw the golden seal blooming brightly, leading countless electric lights, inch by inch, slowly moving towards the Venerable Master of Wisdom!

"Nine Heavens Guiding Thunder!" It was only at this point that the eyes of the Master of Spiritual Wisdom gradually revealed a look of extreme horror. He knows this method, which is the supreme mastery of this sect. Although he was the most prominent disciple of the sect, he was not taught at the beginning. At this time, I suddenly saw it, and I couldn't help but be both excited and afraid. Even, in his heart, there was a faint trace of remorse: "If I had listened to Master's teachings earlier, I am afraid that in another three or five years, Master would have taught me this set of methods." Why should I practice such a vicious and dangerous demonic method?" For a moment, the scene of learning art in the past seemed to come to mind again:

It turned out that this Lingzhi Master, whose real name was Gnostic, was the most outstanding disciple of the Northern Sect. This person is extremely talented, hardworking, and extremely diligent. Therefore, at the age of forty, he had already formed a golden pill and became a well-deserved first person among the disciples of Beibi. The Beibi faction is a group of fellow disciples, and they knew that he would inevitably take over the door in the future, so between the words of everyone, there would inevitably be a lot of flattery. After a long time, Gnosis has become extremely conceited and arrogant.

It wasn't until thirty years ago that Gnosis accidentally obtained a fragment of a secret method in the mountains behind the gate. What is contained in the volume is also full of all kinds of vicious and vicious practice methods. Gnosis was curious for a moment, so he followed the method in the fragment and practiced in a daze. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer extricate himself from practice, and even secretly refined a Soul Devouring Demon Banner according to the volume contained in it. At first, he relied on this magic flag, but it was really majestic for a while, until that.

The Master still remembers that Master destroyed the magic flags with his own hands in front of his fellow disciples. In front of everyone, he ordered himself to kneel in front of the statue of the patriarch, and angrily asked him to recite the door rules. Every time Gnosis recited a sentence, the master slammed it on his vest with the dark Tianluo jade slip. Gnosis knew that every time he was beaten, the true element in his body would dissipate a point. Until the gnosis only felt that the body was empty, even the Jin Dan, which had already been stable, had disappeared.

"Where's my Jindan, where's my Jindan?" Gnosis knelt on the ground, everything in front of him had become more and more blurred. Yes, he has lost his mana and has become an ordinary person. No, it's worse than ordinary people, it's a complete waste. Vaguely, he seemed to see the contempt and disdain in everyone's eyes. Then, he was thrown out of the mountain gate like a dead dog by several senior disciples who liked to flatter him the most. Gnosis prostrate himself and watched the vermilion door slowly slam shut in front of his eyes.

That night, thunder and lightning were blowing, and the wind and rain were blowing.

Gnosis knelt outside the mountain gate, respectfully towards the mountain gate, and kowtowed eight times.

Master, from now on, Gnosis will no longer owe you anything. From now on, I am a wise man, a wise master!

Thinking of this, the Venerable Lingzhi's eyes suddenly showed a little more resentment.

The next moment, the ghost and the thunder collided together. A brilliant sun-like light erupted.

The grass and trees are cracked, and the sand flies.

Ordinary people only felt a roar in their ears, and they couldn't help but feel dizzy in their brains, and their eyes were dark, and they fainted.

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I don't know how long it took for the ordinary to finally wake up. When I opened my eyes, I saw that not far in front of me, Chuchenzi's face was full of black gas, and he was leaning on the tombstone and panting. The magic banner was also lying quietly on the ground at this time, but the Venerable Master of Wisdom had disappeared. Ping Fan leaned down and asked, "Old Daoist, how are your injuries?"

Hearing this, Izuchenzi shook his head and said, "It's out of the way." After a pause, his face suddenly turned solemn, and he said: "Child, Lao Dao has something important that I want you to do, I don't know if you agree?" ”

"Okay, good!" "Izuku held the tombstone in his hand, struggled to straighten up, sat facing north, and said, "Son, come here and kowtow to me eight times." Ordinary people didn't know that this was the apprenticeship of the Xiuzhen sect, so he answered immediately, knelt in front of the dust, and kowtowed respectfully eight times. Chuchenzi took out his right hand into his arms, took out the jade slip, put it into the ordinary hand, and said loudly:

"The ancestors and the ancestors are above, from now on, the disciples will come out of the dust, and pass on the gate of the head of the Beibi faction and the door of the sect to the treasure of Tianluo Yujian, and pass it on to the new disciple Pingfan!"

was thinking about it to himself, but he heard Chenzi say: "Child, this day Luo Yujian is the treasure of this faction, and among the jade slips, there is a big secret of this sect, which has spent hundreds of years for the teacher, and it can't be seen thoroughly." Therefore, I am saying that I must not tell outsiders about your jade slips today, even the disciples and elders of this sect, and you must not let them know until you have unlocked the secret, so as not to invite the disaster of death. Did you hear that?" Hearing his words, Pingfan couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and nodded: "Yes, I won't say it if I die." ”

Chuchenzi bowed his head slightly, smiled sadly, and said, "Fan'er, until this time, you ...... Don't you still want to call me Master?"

As soon as Ping Fan turned his head, he saw his tears streaming down, his heart was sad, and he couldn't hold back it anymore, and shouted loudly: "Master!" Izuchenzi listened, laughed, and said, "Okay, good boy!" An old face like withered bark showed a look of joy and sadness. In a moment, the head of the dust man drooped, and he closed his eyes and passed away. Pingfan grabbed a few steps, hugged the corpse of the dust, and cried loudly.

Ordinary lost his mother since he was a child, and only relied on his father for his life. For as long as I can remember, I have lost the pity of my parents. In the past few years, ordinary people have been blinded and bullied everywhere, and he has only known him for a day. Now that he has died, even the last loved one in this world who loves him has been lost.

Pingfan dug a pit with his hands and buried the dust. The golden seal of the dust and the magic banner of the Venerable Master were also buried in it.

A mass grave was added.

(ps: The Venerable Master in this chapter is by no means a trickster, here is just a brief introduction as a foreshadowing, and his role will be added one after another.) As for the Son of Dust and his grievances, as well as the various causes and effects of the Venerable Master, they will be explained in detail later, and I will not repeat them here. Incidentally, I don't like the kind of pig's feet that push when they see people, hit the stuffy stick, and plot the sneak attack, that kind of online game novel, not Xiuzhen novel)