The East China Sea Qingliang Sect, many monks gathered, Ye Futu, Ye Xuan and many elders gathered, above, half of the luck that the Qingliang Sect had cultivated for thousands of years was plundered, and only a few dim rays of light were left around the Qingliang Sect.

"Fifty percent of the East China Sea air luck plundered, what happened in the land of Zhongzhou?"

Many monks have discussed that this fifty percent luck is related to the rise and fall of the sect, that is to say, the Qingliang Sect has reached the peak of prosperity, and then enters a period of decline.

Among the many monks, an old man with gray hair and a gray robe stared at Ye Futu, the sect master, and said lightly, "I don't know what the sect master thinks. ”

As soon as this person spoke, many monks fell silent, looking at this old man with great respect, because this old man was the hidden Great Elder of the Qingliang Sect, the Dharma Xiang Dao Venerable hidden behind the curtain of the Qingliang Sect.

That pair of eyes did not fluctuate for a minute, and Ye Futu said calmly: "Qingliang Sect has stood in the East China Sea for thousands of years, and is not afraid of fierce beasts or demons, why should you be afraid of the loss of luck?"

"But this luck is related to the rise and fall of the sect, and I have to take a fancy to it. An elder sighed, although the object of luck cannot be touched or seen, it is real.

"Since Donghai has been deprived of luck, it is necessary to snatch it back. Ye Futu said casually.

Everyone was shocked, and the smile on the corner of the Great Elder's mouth gradually thickened.

"The battle of the Dao unification of the world has begun, and the thousand-year-old luck battle is in the present dynasty, and the East China Sea luck has been deprived, so my Qingliang Sect will go to this heaven and earth to grab a piece of luck and keep it prosperous forever. ”

Ye Futu turned his body, and a domineering aura swept out from all directions.

When the Qingliang Sect monk heard this, he immediately understood Ye Futu's true meaning, turned around, and looked at a young monk in a white robe in this hall.

Descendant of the Immortal Sutra!

This is the strongest monk of the Qingliang Sect's generation.

There are only a few immortal scriptures in the world, and the Qingliang Sect occupies one, and this person is Ye Shatian, even if he was covered by Chen Yu, the dragon of the East China Sea, too much, now, he is still one of the strongest monks of the young generation in the East China Sea, and his brilliance is dazzling, comparable to that of Zhongzhou Daotong.

And when everyone stared over, in Ye Shatian's eyes, he couldn't see the monks, he couldn't see the heaven and the earth, like the most unruly immortal gods in the nine heavens and ten earths.

But they saw a woman in his eyes.

There is only one woman, and that is Ye Yunyao.

Ye Yunyao's eyes widened, the light in the pupils of her eyes flowed, extremely smart, a few years have passed, this little witch of the Qingliang Sect has grown out of the world, and even her cultivation has gone straight to the Yuan Infant Realm.

However, many monks did not only see the smart color on the woman's surface, but also had a kind of vigilance in their hearts, because Ye Yunyao also had an identity, a ruthless Taoist descendant.

This kind of Taoism is more mysterious than the Immortal Sutra, and the legend is a vein handed down from the Heavenly Dao, and in every era, there will be a ruthless Taoist system, and this Taoist system also indicates a bloody storm.

These two people are the hole cards of the Qingliang Sect to compete for the luck of the world.

Many monks can't help but look forward to the heirs of the Immortal Sutra and the Ruthless Dao Sect, if these two people enter Zhongzhou, they will definitely set off an uproar.

......

Penglai Immortal Mountain, there is fairy light hanging down from the top of Penglai Immortal Mountain, the breath is ethereal and psychedelic, a famous Penglai monk sits and lies in a spiritual object, surrounded by fairy light, listening to the sound of the avenue.

In the Penglai Immortal Pavilion, the Penglai monks gathered, and the Penglai Sect Leader watched with concern as the Penglai Immortal Light became fading day by day, which seemed to be related to the deprivation of luck in the East China Sea.

"Penglai pays attention to the practice of seclusion, listens to the holy sound of the fairy world, and the disciples in the door live in seclusion in Penglai, without desire and desire, so that they can be called the holy land of Penglai, even if they are less than fifty percent of their luck, if we Penglai enter the world in one vein, to compete for this ethereal luck, wouldn't it violate the teachings of Penglai?"

The one who opened his mouth was a Soul Returning Grandmaster, his hair fell down to his waist, neatly like a waterfall, his body exuded a strong aura of the Great Dao, quiet and peaceful, and he was a hidden patriarch in Penglai.

"Luck is related to the prosperity of Penglai, and it has to be taken seriously. There are also monks in the main hall who oppose it, and they are worried about the future of Penglai.

Many monks gathered, with different views and a few words, which made the originally quiet hall gradually noisy and noisy.

Penglai Sect Leader opened his eyes, looked at the increasingly fierce monk, sighed, and said, "Don't fight, you guys, this matter still needs to be considered in the long run." ”

When many monks heard this, they turned around with solemn expressions.

Penglai said: "Penglai has been hidden for many years, and it is not in the land of Zhongzhou, because Penglai Daozun once left a will, shocked the East China Sea Daotong, and listened to the guidance of the fairy world, and now it is about the rise and fall of Penglai, and I Penglai can enter the world, only the fairy and phoenix dance, since it is difficult to choose, it is better to let the fairy choose, and it also represents the will of the fairy world." ”

When everyone heard this, they said yes one after another.

But after a long time, the fairy phoenix chanted, and the fairy and phoenix dance came, and first came to the front of the Penglai Sect and said, "Feng Dance, meet the Sect." ”

In a few years, Feng Wu broke through the shackles of Ning Dan and entered the Yuanying realm, and the immortal seal on her body was unsealed, making her body exude a pure immortal aura from the inside out.

Penglai Zhangjiao also felt the pure fairy breath, and said: "Don't be polite, you sit down, today's East China Sea luck is deprived, Penglai is not spared, and now the Zhongzhou Daotong campaign has begun, the world's luck is competing, calling you to come, this seat wants to ask you, if you are willing to go to Zhongzhou for Penglai, for Penglai to fight for a piece of heaven and earth luck." ”

Everyone looked at it together, there are many Taoist systems in the world, there are many monks, and there are countless mysterious races, all of which will participate, and Penglai Immortal Sect, Feng Wu is an immortal in the fairy world, and her cultivation is mysterious and unpredictable.

Feng Wu pondered for a moment and said, "As a monk of the Penglai Immortal Sect, it is my duty to fight for the luck of the sect. ”

"Good!" Penglai was overjoyed, in fact, in his heart, he hoped that Feng Wu could make a move and fight for a piece of luck in the world for Penglai Immortal Sect.

But Feng Wu's heart was confused, since Chen Yu fell into the broken teleportation array, there was no news, and she couldn't feel her meaning again.

In the medieval ruins, she saw some of the past history, and there was a mysterious golden seal sword rune, which also made her suddenly have a question.

Perhaps the purpose of her existence is not in the East China Sea.

......

In the Burial Dragon Dao System, the monks in the sect acted in an orderly manner, and they didn't know that the East China Sea was losing luck, and only the sect leader Dongluo left the people and accidentally summoned many monks to gather.

Whoosh!

Two streams of light galloped in the sky, and several disciples of the Burial Dragon Dao Sect looked over, but saw a man and a woman driving the Xuanguang past.

"It's Senior Brother Lieyan and Senior Sister Xie Yuyan!"

Some monks shouted, and there was envy in their voices.

The practice of immortal Taoism is long, often accompanied by loneliness, if there is a practice partner, living and living together, and being in each other's foam, it is also the dream of many people who cultivate the truth.

Lie Yan and Xie Yuyan walked all the way, and there was no laughter on the way, but heavy worry.

"Xiao Liuli has been in retreat for a year, and she just came out today, and I don't know what happened to her this year. Blaze said.

Xie Yuyan sighed faintly: "Since I learned that Chen Yu was beaten into the void, I don't know whether she is alive or dead, Liuli seems to have changed as a person, she is cold all day long, and the last time she went out, her aura has become more and more weird, and there is a feeling that we don't know each other." ”

"She has a deep affection for Chen Yu, you and I both know very well, Chen Yu is afraid that he has fallen, so Liuli's only thought now is to practice hard and hide her feelings. ”

The figures of the two slowly landed in a cave place, and only then did they freeze their bodies, only to find that the surrounding aura involuntarily surged towards the core of this cave sky.

The two glanced at each other and walked forward, but just a few steps, several more sword qi appeared in front of them, falling from the void, stabbing at the ground, bursting out of a cloud of red flames, like red lotus blooming.

"With the Red Lotus Immortal Sword as the guardian array of the eyes of the formation, what is Liuli doing in it!"

Lie Yan frowned, and naturally recognized the looming formation on the ground, which did not distinguish between objects at all, as long as he got close, the formation would be triggered, and he would be attacked by a large array, obviously Dongluo Liuli would not let anyone approach.

"Let's wait a while. Xie Yuyan's face was very ugly, because the breath flowing from the cave gave her a very depressed feeling.

Whew!

An endless whirlwind swept in from outside the cave, blowing so that the two of them couldn't open their eyes, but after a while, the breath in the cave sky was so stagnant, and an air flow rushed out, rushing out of the two of them.

Lie Yan and Xie Yuyan were shocked, fixed their bodies and stared ahead, but saw that a woman walked out of the spiritual mist.

"Ruri!"

The two of them took a few steps forward, and suddenly the woman opened her eyes, and there was a cold aura exuding from the depths of those pupils, almost freezing the blood of Lie Yan and Xie Yuyan.

This breath ...... No****!

And the woman stood like a dead thing.

This breath made Lie Yan and Xie Yuyan think of Ye Yunyao, the ruthless Taoist heir in the ruins.

"This is not a cover **** at all, but there is not even a point of ****, Liuli, what is wrong with you, is it like Ye Yunyao who fell into the ruthless Dao?"

Ye Yunyao fell into the ruthless Dao, became unrecognized, and turned into a ruthless puppet, and now Dongluo Liuli gave him the same feeling.

Dongluo Liuli's eyes flowed, like two ice blades, stabbing the eyes of the two of them.

This is too forgetful!

Originated from the immortal scriptures in the medieval ruins, enter the Tao with its own ****, cut off the ****, and you can enter the Tao.

When Chen Yu was there, Dongluo Liuli did not practice this method, and Chen Yu was persecuted by the monks of the East China Sea, his life and death were unknown, Dongluo Liuli wandered in the East China Sea for several months, but to no avail, and in sadness, he practiced this method, intending to cut off the ****, reproduce the combat power of the Immortal Sutra, and avenge Chen Yu.

"There is love in the world, why is there ruthlessness, I also have love...... It's just forgotten. ”

Dongluo Liuli muttered, and there was a faint sadness in her eyes, which made people pity.

Subsequently, two scorching sword shadows appeared in the pupil, cutting off the unclear ****, which invisibly made her cultivation to a higher level.