"In the world of life, there are many joys and sorrows. All immortals, dragons, elephants, sentient beings, horses and cows. All are invincible. Life is a drunk!

The low places are trampled, the high places are unbearable and cold, the diligent is tired, the lazy is poor, the love is sad, the hate is sad, the poor are hungry and cold, and the rich are anxious.

Why bother?!

No, drunk dreams of death, drunk dreams of death......"

Zhang Fan gave an order, startled the wind and thunder in Kyushu, and the monstrous momentum had not yet spread to the distant open sea, and there were people with great magical powers who still had time to indulge in drinking and singing.

The desolate and quaint sound spreads over the rough sea, through the wind, through the huge waves, and is still audible.

Follow the song, which is the source of the great waves, the beginning of the wind.

"Drunk old ghost, do you still want to be cheeky? "A voice that is neither human nor ghostly, full of irritability and rage, accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, brings a strong wind to the fullest.

"Jin Ling Bianmao, I just won't go up the old drunkard, what are you going to do? ”

"Hahaha~~ I didn't plant it, it's useless for you to keep those drunken fairy grasses if you don't plant them, it's better to cheapen my old drunkard, wouldn't it be happy. ”

"At most, it's been brewed for a long time, and it's enough to share a glass with you. ”

The voice is extremely heroic, with a sense of desolation, as if the old man who has seen through everything, only by indulging in wine can he relieve his worries.

"You...... You...... I'm really angry with me, and the deity will not rest with you. ”

The owner of the voice in front of him was really angry and his lungs exploded, and the wind howled suddenly, as if it wanted to stir up the whole sea.

"That's up to you. ”

In the center of the storm, in the depths of the whirlpool, an old man in a sloppy red robe, floating on the water like a floating corpse, waved the gourd in his hand indifferently, and poured a large gulp into the sky, obviously not taking the threat of his opponent in his eyes.

In the air directly above him, a giant bird with a radius of dozens of zhang was furious, flapping its wings incessantly, setting off huge waves and rolling towards the red-robed old man, as if to force the other party away from the sea.

This red-robed old man, if he appears in the realm of Qinzhou, everyone in the immortal cultivation is afraid that everyone knows about it, and it is the famous drunken Taoist in the scattered cultivation.

I think he was drunk to death and Zhang Fan also had an intersection, and in the past, he had also crossed 100,000 mountains together, and he could be commensurate with Taoist friends when he met.

Originally, Zhang Fan did such a big thing, and naturally an invitation from the drunken Taoist was indispensable, but his old man became addicted to alcohol, and went to the open sea to find the golden feather demon king's bad luck, and took the opportunity to steal the drunken fairy grass that people rely on to hatch offspring to make wine, so there was this scene in front of him.

The roots and feet of the Golden Feather Demon King are also extraordinary, it is a descendant of the ancient demon god Kunpeng, but the blood is thin, and it does not have the ability to enter the water and dominate the sea, and jump into the sky to become a peng.

However, this Golden Feather Demon King can dominate the open sea, but it also has its unique ability, although it does not have the ability of the ancestor to amphibious in water and air, but it has also inherited the means of Kunpeng to flap his wings for 108,000 miles.

This is enough, no matter whether it is a human or a demon, there are few people in the same level who can catch up with it, that is, the golden-winged Dapeng, who is known as the descendant of the phoenix seed, is also inferior to it.

The problem is that this Golden Feather Demon King has an incredible weakness in his body - he is afraid of water!

God knows, how can the Miao descendants of Kunpeng be afraid of water...... The Jin Ling Demon King and the Drunken Daoist, if they both fight with their human bodies, the Drunken Daoist has the upper hand; But if it was in the water, even if it was a wave of water, Jin Ling would be embarrassed and run away.

Therefore, there is a situation where there is one person and one demon, one water and one empty, and the scolding is endless.

Both sides are shackled here, drunk and have no intention of swimming back, Jin Ling is reluctant to use the drunken fairy grass for his eggs, and the two old monsters are consumed.

Both of them are old monsters in the infancy stage, and it is not surprising that they have spent a lot of years like this, but at this time, a streamer of light rode the wind and waves and flew towards the place where the two sides confronted each other.

This streamer naturally won't be a passing immortal cultivator, even if the two primordial old monsters of Drunken Death and Jin Ling are deadlocked, their power is far away, even if they are masters of the same level, they will not come to this troubled water.

"Huh?!"

"Aura Communication?!"

The one who came was a spiritual light transmission, a flying sword to pass on a book-like thing, and it was rarely used unless it was urgent.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, only the Drunken Dao and the Golden Feather Demon King confronted each other, and even the demon beasts that originally lived here were already busy avoiding them.

It is conceivable that this must be coming for the drunken Daoist or the Golden Feather Demon King.

As the spiritual light message approached, there was a starlight shining on it, and there was no demonic aura permeating, but it seemed pure and vast. Regardless of the rest, just by feeling this breath, it is not difficult to know that it is coming for a drunken Daoist, and there is no righteous person in the Golden Feather Demon King's exchanges, and he can't release such a righteous aura of spiritual transmission.

"Not good!"

"It's the Xinglan Fairy, is there anything important?" The drunken Daoist's expression sank, and the debauchery suddenly dissipated.

Fairy Xinglan and his drunken Daoist are both the best in Qinzhou's scattered cultivation, and they have a lot of dealings, but this spiritual light transmission is not something that can be used lightly, there must be something important.

Unfortunately...... The drunken Daoist frowned, looking at the Golden Feather Demon King who was sneering in the sky, and couldn't help but have a headache.

The spiritual light transmission was like a flying swallow, circling around the sky above the battle between the two of them, and the drunken Daoist couldn't collect it, needless to say, the Golden Feather Demon King wouldn't let him get his wish.

After hesitating for a long time, just when the drunken Daoist racked his brains and couldn't, secretly regretting that he had stimulated this old miscellaneous hair too much, and was about to discuss it with the Golden Feather Demon King, the expressions of the two of them moved at the same time.

"Isn't it......"

"What a coincidence!"

At this moment, a black gas surged like a dark cloud that quickly swept from the sky.

"It's the spiritual light message again, looking for Jin Ling's ......"

The drunken Daoist blinked his eyes, and suddenly he was not in a hurry.

Two old monsters who had not crossed paths before, in the open sea where birds don't, received a spiritual message at the same time, and killed drunk and dead Taoists and didn't believe that there was such a coincidence in the world, and their relatives and friends were in trouble at the same time?

The biggest possibility is that if something happens that sweeps the world, even if they hide in this open sea, they can't help but be involved.

This thought also flashed in the mind of the Golden Feather Demon King at the same time, and one person and one demon glanced at each other, and waved their hands in unison, receiving their respective spiritual light transmissions.

At a glance, one person and one demon were stunned at the same time, and ...... "Donghua Daoyou...... Genshin Dacheng...... The first person to rise...... Open the altar [***], teach the fate ......"

The drunken Daoist was stunned for a moment, and the scenes in the 100,000 mountains flashed in his mind like a flash.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, the old drunkard, I have been soaking in the wine vat for a few years, and Donghua Daoyou have come to this point. ”

The drunken Taoist shook his head and shook his head, very depressed, but in an instant, he poured a gourd down, depressed and fled, burped, and said to himself: "This is a must-go, it is rare for Donghua Daoyou to be so generous, my old drunkard also went to listen to the Yuan Shen Dao, the law of immortality, what a wonderful ~~"

Compared to it, the reaction of the Golden Feather Demon King was much greater.

Although he was drunk and killed as a Daoist, he was also a human race immortal cultivator, and after his fame, he became good friends with many major sects, and there was no shortage of some methods.

The Golden Feather Demon King is different.

Pity a demon beast, the weak eat the strong so far, that is, with the innate strength of the cultivation to the current point, what is the road ahead, it is chaos.

He didn't have any intersection with Zhang Fan, that is, he occasionally heard the sea demon kings mention that there was such a great monk as Zhang Fan overseas, and it seemed that he was friendly with the purple jade dragon and their shape-shifting demons, and had unpredictable magical powers, at most.

Therefore, he didn't have much feeling about Zhang Fan's Yuan Shen Dacheng, the first person to rise and the like, what really shocked him was - there is no class in teaching!

These four big characters were like four thunderbolts hitting his heart.

"All of them can come and hear the sermon. ”

"Doesn't that mean...... I can also go to ......"

It is no exaggeration to say that at this moment, the Golden Feather Demon King was moved.

To tell the truth, if there is no such sentence, no matter how excited he is, he will not dare to set foot on the land of Kyushu, not to mention that Qinzhou is now the time when thousands of immortals gather, and when a demon king like him goes, isn't it almost inseparable from the demon pill and materials that can run and walk?

Now it was different, he went swaggeringly, thinking that those who went to hear the sermon would not risk anything to trouble him at this critical moment.

Thinking about it, seeing the demonic aura in his hand that was gradually dissipating, his face suddenly darkened.

also reacted, as well as the drunken Taoist floating on the water.

Immediately, one empty and one water, one demon and one person, they all scolded together, and even the tricks of scolding were inseparable.

"Damn, don't wait for me ......"

"I ran away first. ”

...... Immediately after pinching his fingers and counting the time, he shouted even worse, and the time was not in a hurry.

The avenue is promising, longevity can be expected, where does the Golden Feather Demon King still remember what drunken immortal grass is not drunk immortal grass Even the drunken Daoren, the guy who made him hate him a moment ago, seems to be almost transparent at this time, and the wings are shocked, and he is waiting to rush to Qinzhou Faxiangzong with his amazing speed.

The secret method of immortality of the Yuan Shen Dao, how can it be passed on lightly? Such an opportunity, even if the Golden Feather Demon King is born with a demon beast with a long lifespan, I am afraid that it is impossible to encounter it a second time.

Moreover, the avenue is exquisite, and [***] contains countless mysteries, which can not be compared with the later paraphrased and recorded texts. If you go late, you may miss any key, and then you will really regret it.

However, he wanted to leave, but some people didn't want him to go.

The wind suddenly rose, as if he wanted to turn into countless pairs of invisible big palms to support the huge body of the Golden Feather Demon King and go away from the wind, just at this moment, a cloud of fire appeared out of thin air, and the strong aroma of wine filled the heavens and the earth, blocking in front of him.

Needless to say, if the Golden Feather Demon King just bumped into it head-on, he wouldn't have to go to the sermon, but he could go to the dining table.

"Drunk old ghost, what are you going to do, do you want to find death?"

The fire of the Golden Feather Demon King, originally the drunken Daoist only stole the drunken fairy grass and did not touch his children, this hatred is not big. Zhang Fan was about to preach again, and he didn't bother to entangle with him, so he was ready to let go of the matter, but he didn't expect that the drunk Taoist would not let go.

At this time, the Golden Feather Demon King is really born and killed, hindering people from becoming enlightened, the crime is great, and as soon as the scolding falls, he will be desperate.

"Slow down!" At this time, the drunken Daoist Shi Shiran spoke.

"There's a fart. ”

The Golden Feather Demon King didn't want to talk nonsense with him, but the cultivation of the drunken Daoist was there, and it was impossible to fight to the death for a few days and nights, in that case, it would be really cold daylily, so I was patient with my surname and listened to him.

"You and I will go together. ”

Drunk to death is also direct.

Why did the Golden Feather Demon King ask puzzledly, and then his expression was strange, as if he remembered something, he looked at the drunken Taoist in disbelief, and said angrily, "You old drunkard shouldn't you want to ......?"

"Yes!"

"I just want you to take me. ”

"Why?" the Golden Feather Demon King was furious without any suspense.

"You're faster than me!"

The drunken Daoist replied that it was a reasonable man, and the anger of the Golden Feather Demon King suddenly rose up.

"If you take me, you can go......! Hey~~"

The drunken Daoist didn't look at the angry appearance of the Jinling Demon King, but just smiled strangely, leaned up his neck and was a gourd, and his heart was called a happy one.

The Golden Feather Demon King did fly much faster than him, and if he wanted to go by himself, it would be too late, and now that there were free mounts, it was naturally necessary to ride.

"You...... You...... You ......"

The Golden Feather Demon King was completely speechless, looking at the drunken Daoist in front of him, as if he had eaten a fly, he knew that he had been eaten to death.

If he said a "no", the drunken Taoist would really dare to break the net, anyway, he couldn't catch up, so no one should go.

The hatred in the heart of the Golden Feather Demon King gritted his teeth...... Gritting teeth~ over and over again, and finally hating sounded:

"It's up to you!"

He is not the guy who is proud of his mount, the dignified Golden Feather Demon King, he is proud, but at this time he has to knock out his teeth and swallow it with blood.

What he wished was that the drunken Daoist didn't want to irritate him anymore, and with a smile on his face, he stepped on the broad back of the Golden Feather Demon King.

"Row~"

The urgency in my heart and the anger of drunkenness and death all melted into the wings, and the sky was torn apart in an instant, breaking through the sea and sky in an instant, and disappearing without a trace.

Until the Golden Feather Demon King and the drunken death were far away, the sound of breaking the sky still sounded in turn, and it was attached to the tail...... The speed of the Golden Feather Demon King was far greater than that of the voice.

...... Since the news that Zhang Fan was going to open a lecture on the Yuanshen Avenue outside the gate of the Faxiangzong Mountain Gate in the Lianyun Mountain Range and pointed directly at the Immortal Portal, he went from a drunken Daoist and a Jinling Demon King to a mortal who hurried side by side.

What could be more important than the hope of longevity and the prospect of the road?

Similar scenes are staged endlessly, the dead silence of the open sea, the desolation of the northern frontier, and there are many places to see.

...... Three days later, on the sea of demonic winds, a strange laughter came out, full of catharsis of evil breath in the chest, thoughts were clear, and the whole body was comfortable.

"Old drunkard, you can soak in that damn water, and I can go too...... Also ......"

The voice just came, the sky had been torn apart, and the huge body of the Golden Feather Demon King instantly fled away, leaving the drunken Daoist who scolded in vain and fell into the air.

A red cloud appeared out of thin air, supporting the body of the drunken Daoist, like a floating boat in the sea, rising and falling in the strange wind that never stopped on the demonic sea.

It was by taking advantage of this strange wind on the sea of the demon wind that the Golden Feather Demon King successfully plotted against the drunken Daoist, even if he had a bad breath in his chest, he didn't need to take the drunken Daoist to Qinzhou as a mount, he couldn't afford to lose that person.

"Hey, vulture, flat-haired beast, do you think you're not prepared to kill your grandfather?"

The drunken Daoist smiled strangely, and pointed out into a ring, if he toasted a cup in the void, he drank lightly in his mouth: "Big!"

"Ah~"

Thousands of miles away in the sky, the Golden Feather Demon King, who was still smiling proudly, suddenly screamed, and his body fell from the sky like a thousand pounds, and smashed straight into the sea.

The culprit was a small particle in his feathers, which swelled rapidly with the drunken Dao man's technique, and finally became a huge gourd like a small mountain, smashing him into the water.

I don't know, when did the drunken Daoist do the hands and feet on his back, this fell into the most feared water, and directly became a dumb loss for the soup chicken, and the Golden Feather Demon King could be regarded as eating it in his stomach.

"How can Lao Tzu not guard against you, hehehe~"

The drunken Taoist smiled proudly, but he didn't look for the trouble of the soup chicken, he thought about it for a while, and then flew in a certain direction.

"I vaguely remember, there seems to be a teleportation array there......"

...... In the blink of an eye, seven full days passed.

Seven days had passed since the scene of the Demon Wind Sea calculating with each other, and the drunken Daoist had only recently appeared on a lonely island in the sea to the east of Qinzhou.

"Bah, what a teleportation array, there is not even a ghost shadow, I am angry with the old man. ”

The drunken Daoist is embarrassed at this time, and his gray face is not enough to describe his miserable state, looking at that appearance, it seems to be much more miserable than another battle with the Golden Feather Demon King.

Seven days ago, he found the teleportation array, but it was as if he had been robbed, the original location of a hidden Xiaofang City was empty.

That's it, no one in the teleportation array is doing it, and he can come by himself when he is drunk, but I don't know if there are too many people who think like him or what's going on, the teleportation array is actually broken by people, and no one repairs it, it is unusable.

It's worth it!

The drunken Daoist was so depressed that he could only repair it by himself, but his cultivation on the formation path could only be regarded as average, and it took seven days to barely use. This was only a one-time item, as evidenced by the original teleportation array that had been shattered into powder under his feet at this time.

At this time, it has been less than three days since Zhang Fan started to talk about the Great Dao, and there will be no later unlucky people who are drunk and dead Daoist who pointed to the teleportation array powder he left behind and scolded his mother, and hurriedly set up a retreat, and flew towards the direction of the Law Xiangzong of the Lianyun Mountain Range.

The drunken Daoist is a native of Qinzhou, and he is familiar with the road along the way, so he is not in trouble, but what he saw all the way down the road also made him secretly frightened.

No one, no one!

This stretches from the East China Sea to the Lianyun Mountains in the center of Qinzhou, all the way across half of Qinzhou, and the drunken Daoist has not even seen even a single immortal cultivator.

What does the so-called empty alley mean by people in the world, and the drunken Taoist is finally clear and clear.

What does this mean? It means that not only are all the local monks in Qinzhou gathered in the Lianyun Mountain Range, but even the immortal cultivators from other states have already arrived, so there will be a situation where they are flying all the way by, and there is not even a fellow Daoist.

"It's too late!"

The Drunken Dao was terrified, and the already astonishing speed suddenly accelerated by three layers, and before the time limit, he reached the Lianyun Mountain Range.

...... "No......"

As soon as he saw the situation outside the gate of the Faxiangzong Mountain of the Lianyun Mountain Range at this time, even if he was a drunken Daoist, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

The black pressure is overwhelming, denser than the dark clouds, all of them are cultivators, not only millions, but nearly 10 million.

When did immortal cultivators spread over the mountains like wild vegetables?

Down to the first and second layers of the little monk of Qi training, up to the peak existence of the Yuanying real people, Kyushu is enough to run rampant top supernatural powers; on the left there is the Kyushu Immortal Road, on the right is the overseas side gate; in front of the people and immortals, and in the back there are demon kings.

...... the words "there is no class" are really not casually said, and the attraction of the Yuanshen Avenue is not boasting, among the dense immortal cultivators, there are demons, strong and weak, good and evil...... Sprinkle it all in one net and beat all the immortals in the world!

Suddenly, a familiar figure jumped into the eyes of the drunken Daoist, but when he saw that his golden feather was decorated and his black feather turned into armor, it was the golden feather demon king who had turned into a human form.

"The flat-haired beast flies fast enough. ”

The Drunken Daoist blinked his mouth unhappily, and it happened that at this time, the Golden Feather Demon King also discovered the existence of the Drunken Daoist, and immediately glared at him defiantly.

I don't know how long the Golden Feather Demon King has been here, and he has gathered with a number of overseas demon kings, and the position is quite high, and they are all halfway up the Lianyun Mountain Range.

This position is usually inconspicuous, but when millions of immortal cultivators gather, it is a top position, and even the drunken Dao people are quite hot to see.

Thinking that he was drunk to death as a top existence in the Taoist Scattered Cultivation, but because he came too late, he didn't even have a place to stay, unless he could be cheeky to grab the position of the junior, otherwise it would be a tragedy.

Although the drunken Daoist looked very arrogant, he still wanted his cheeks, so he had to purse his lips, very unhappy: "I didn't expect this flat-haired beast to fall into the sea and get mixed with overseas dragon clans, I really didn't see it." ”

In the place where the demon king of Jinling Demon King is located, the demons all appear in the form of avatars, but others can't see it, with the experience and cultivation of drunken Taoists, they can see at a glance that almost all of those demon kings are dragons.

The overseas dragon clan has always been an extremely strong group of demon kings, and it is not easy for the Jinling Demon King to be able to stand side by side with them, and he still looks like he has a good friendship.

At this time, the Golden Feather Demon King obviously also saw the embarrassment of the drunken Daoist, and immediately smiled at him, and his heart was very happy, first being regarded as a mount, and then being plotted to fall into the water, and the depression finally disappeared some.

The drunken Daoist pursed his lips, don't turn his head and come out of sight, and was thinking about whether to find a place for one or two old friends, but he saw a foundation building monk dressed in the costume of the Faxiang Sect, and flew straight towards him excitedly.

What was particularly strange was that the face of this foundation building monk was still full of excitement, as if he was very happy to see the drunken Daoist.

There are more than 10,000 disciples of the Faxiang Sect, usually in the Qinzhou territory, there are many mountain gates of the Faxiang Sect, and it is not surprising to see one or two, but now at this juncture, the vast majority of them are in the sect, and occasionally one or two are outside, and they are also scattered into the crowd and disappear.

This Faxiang Sect foundation building monk who came to the drunken Daoist was particularly conspicuous, and immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Disciples of the Faxiang Sect, where is anyone willing to offend at this time? But when the foundation building monk passed by, all the immortal cultivators who were waiting for the sermon with their eyes blank unconsciously gave way to a path.

"You ......"

When the foundation building monk approached, before the drunken Taoist could say anything, he saw the foundation building monk saluting and exclaimed: "I finally found you old, so that the younger generation can find it easy~"

Don't mention the grievance in your voice.

"Looking for an old man?what?"

Before the drunken Daoist came to his senses, the foundation monk hurriedly took out something from his arms and handed it over with both hands.

I took it in confusion, and saw that it was a jade letter, and the front was imprinted with the pattern of ten thousand demons roaring and Zhou Tian Xingdou.

"The Jade Letter of the Dharma Sect Sect!"

The Drunken Daoist has a close relationship with the Faxiang Sect, so he naturally knows this thing, and his heart moves, and he hurriedly opens it to take a look, and his eyes suddenly brighten.

"Drunk to death, the disciple is ordered by the sect to send this jade letter to your elder, and when the patriarch preaches, you can come close to listen to the lecture and discuss the avenue together. ”

Yuhan made a move, and as soon as he finished saying this, the disciple of the Faxiang Sect really breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said in his heart.

Thinking of the experience of the past three years, it is really a bitter tear, Kyushu has been walked by him for most of the time, and he has also gone overseas, Leng can't find a drunk Taoist to know that he has been ordered by the sect, the task can not be completed, and naturally he can't go back to the mountain gate Seeing that the time is coming, this foundation building monk is also considered dead, ready to go back to the mountain to listen to the punishment, never thought, it was at the foot of the mountain to see the drunk Taoist person, this is called the intention to plant flowers and flowers do not bloom, unintentionally planted willows and willows.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect my old drunkard to have this treatment, Donghua Daoyou still remembers the old drunkard, it's really a confession. ”

The drunken Daoist laughed, and deliberately lit up the jade letter in his hand at the Golden Feather Demon King, and was so angry that after the other party's seven orifices were smoking, Shi Shiran reached into his arms, as if he was looking for something to give a meeting gift or something, but after a while, he saw that his expression stiffened, and he awkwardly pulled out his empty palm.

"It's really all lost now. ”

The drunken Daoist wailed in his heart, he had been to the open sea for many years, there were many hardships and dangers, and most of the things he carried with him were damaged.

"This ...... That ......"

The drunken Taoist was in a hurry, and in distress he pulled down the wine gourd on his waist and handed it over, and said in his mouth: "Here, this is a good thing, and it can be regarded as the old drunkard compensating you." ”

"Ah~"

The Zhuji disciple took it with a smile and a smile, and said secretly in his heart: "Forget about the things in this cup, as long as you are willing to appear, the disciple will be regarded as burning high incense." ”

How can a drunken Taoist be idle with a gourd of wine? The foundation building monk is just ignorant for a while, and he will know how much advantage he has taken advantage of later.

"Let's go, lead the way. ”

The drunken Daoist endured the heartache and greeted him repeatedly.

"Yes, seniors, you and juniors. ”

The disciple of the Faxiang Sect took the gourd depressedly, and hurriedly led the way, and together with the drunken Daoist, he flew towards the gate of the Faxiang Sect, and the thick yellow cloud flew away.

At this juncture where thousands of immortals gathered and waited anxiously, the drunken Daoist and the foundation building monk suddenly became the focus.

What a character of the drunken Taoist, the famous drunken dream is free and uninhibited, but along the way, it also shows that he was directly killed by everyone, and the various eyes are really difficult to describe.

Finally entered the edge of the Xuanhuang cloud, and the drunken Daoist's tense mind relaxed, and he let out a long breath, and he only felt that he had encountered it in his life.

In that kind of atmosphere just now, if any immortal cultivator was dizzy and released a magic weapon, if he didn't get the qi machine to pull him, he would be drunk to death and become the first person to die under the beating of tens of millions of immortal cultivators.

"Horror, infinite horror, obedient, Donghua Daoyou is really doing a great thing. ”

At this time, the drunken Dao really felt how terrifying Zhang Fan's actions at this time were, and at the same time, he couldn't help but be a little envious of the little foundation building monk next to him.

If you only build a foundation and cultivate it, you will naturally not be able to feel those who have substantial qi and machine attention, and there will be less danger of being "seen and killed".

At this moment, a cold woman's voice came out from the Xuanhuang clouds:

"Senior Brother Xu, is that you?"

The voice fell, and the listener almost just sketched an indifferent image of a woman in his mind, when he saw the clouds in front of him disperse, and the owner of the voice fell from the sky.

It was a beautiful woman who looked like she was in her twenties at first glance, dressed in white, pure and white without ornamentation, and there was no jewelry on the woman's body, just a golden black feather with a golden flame hanging around her waist, and her black hair was inserted with a sandalwood hairpin.

She didn't come alone, but sat sideways on a watery unicorn without touching the ground, driving the water unicorn into the air.

The water unicorn was extremely powerful, and the breath was also strong, even if the drunken Daoist saw it, he secretly praised it, but no one noticed that when his gaze glanced at the drunken Daoist, he cowered unnoticed.

It is the son of the purple jade dragon dragon covering the sea, the timid water unicorn.

"It turned out to be a dragon girl, I haven't seen her for many years, and her cultivation is even more diligent, and she is about to catch up with my old man, it's really terrifying!"

The drunken Taoist laughed, but he didn't touch any more greeting gifts, not to mention that he didn't have anything on him that he could handle, and even if he did, the woman in front of him wouldn't put it in his eyes.

Who is this?

She is the real first disciple under Zhang Fan's seat, and Zhang Fan personally helped her to take it and accept it as a dragon!

Over the years, the years don't seem to have left any traces on her body, she is still cold and free, like a man in the world, no one is worthy of her attention.

When the drunken Taoist was a guest of the Fa Xiangzong, he also saw this Donghua first disciple, such a unique woman, naturally unforgettable at first sight, so it is not surprising that he recognized it at a glance.

"Huh?" The drunken Daoist reacted suddenly, and glanced back at the ordinary-looking Faxiang Sect Foundation Cultivator, "Just now Miss Long'er called him junior brother? Could it be that this is also a subordinate of Donghua?"

The little foundation building monk is also worthy of being such a faint disciple of Donghua Daojun, the first person in the world?

You must know that among Zhang Fan's three major disciples, Youyou and Long'er are both early cultivators of Yuanying, although they are blessed with unique talents and have their own adventures, they are not known to outsiders, and they only make people feel worthy of being Donghua's disciples.

As for Long Yun, who is considered to be as steady as a mountain and has the demeanor of a great disciple, he has long been a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Dan, and he can go straight to Yuanying with just one foot at the door.

What is the matter with this person in front of him? Although he is a foundation building and a great consummation of cultivation, he only stops there, and he can't see anything special about it.

"Junior Xu Cheng, I've seen Master Long!"

Unlike Long'er, who is commensurate with a senior sister and brother, the man who calls himself Xu Cheng pays homage with a big salute.

Seeing this, Long Er frowned slightly, and said, "Senior Brother Xu, you are the registered disciple of the master, and we are also the senior brothers and sisters of the same sect, so we can't do this." ”

As he spoke, with a flick of his sleeves, Xu Chengcheng stood up involuntarily, only to see him smile bitterly and said: "The teacher said to Xu Cheng back then, if it is a great success, he will officially include Cheng in the door, and at that time, Cheng Zi should be called the ancestor of the dragon as his senior sister." ”

Long Er shook his head, and he was not strong, but said lightly: "You are also stubborn, but it doesn't hurt, on the occasion of this master's explanation of the Yuanshen Dao, you will break through the Jiedan, and it will not be difficult for you to be officially included in the door wall." ”

After speaking, she smiled at the drunken Taoist and said, "The predecessors have not seen each other for many years, and the master has also mentioned it to Long'er, for fear that the seniors will travel the world leisurely and will not have time to go to this grand event." ”

"Hahaha~ Donghua Daoyou has done a lot of things, explaining the Yuanshen Avenue, teaching the world without class, tsk, how can you miss it if you are drunk?"

The drunken Daoist laughed, then turned around, looked at Xu Cheng again, and suddenly said: "The old man remembered, you are the young man in the 100,000 mountains?"

"It's the kid, the kindness of the predecessors, Xu Cheng didn't dare or forget. Xu Cheng saluted again respectfully.

He is the young man who was rescued by Zhang Fan and Drunk to Death in the past, and Xinglan when he went to the 100,000 Mountains together. This person's fiancée also died at the hands of the corpse abandonment sect at that time, and it was difficult to skin her, and when Zhang Fan and others arrived to help, it was too late to save her.

It was also this opportunity, coupled with the fact that Xu Cheng had entered the valley of no return for Zhang Fan back then, and retrieved the Golden Crow Feather and the Golden Crow Essence and Blood, which was the promise of income from the door wall.

The current Xu Cheng is already a middle-aged man, and in the eyes of the drunken Taoist in the past, he is just an ordinary mortal, so he naturally forgets it in a blink of an eye, and he never remembers it when he met him.

As for the great grace that Xu Cheng said, the drunken Daoist didn't dare to respond with a big grin, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "That is the kindness of your teacher, and it has nothing to do with the old drunkard." ”

Xu Cheng also smiled, and didn't say much, if he really put his kindness on the drunken Daoist, he should have made it clear when they met, in the end it was just a kind word.

Na Long'er was very unaccustomed to the politeness of the two of them, and said with a frown: "Drunk senior, junior brother Xu Cheng, the auspicious time is coming, the master's sermon is about to begin, let's go!"

A group of three people, stepping on the clouds and waves, and in a moment's effort, they arrived at the center of the Xuanhuang clouds.

There, a group of monks, like stars and moons, sat on a futon, facing a rocky mountain that looked ordinary at first glance.

Among these monks, there are the pillars of the Faxiang Sect such as Candle Jiuxiao and Feng Jiuling, the top masters of Kyushu, and there are also relatives and disciples such as Long'er and Youyou, among which there are many who have old people with Zhang Fan like drunken Taoists.

On top of the mountain rock, a purple and simple futon is quietly spread, and there is a bronze incense burner on its side, which is filled with green smoke, and the fragrance that penetrates the soul is permeated.

On the futon, it was empty at this time, but it was not difficult for anyone to see this driving that when Zhang Fan appeared on this futon, it was the beginning of the sermon.

Tacitly, Long Er, Drunken Daoren, and Xu Cheng each found a position to sit down according to their identities, and they didn't make any sound during the whole process, that is, the rest of the people, even if they were kind to Drunken Death, they didn't say hello, at best, they just bowed their heads slightly.

Everyone, quietly waiting for that moment to come.

Time passed little by little, inside and outside the Xuanhuang clouds, hundreds of millions of immortal cultivators were looking forward to it!

Suddenly, without warning, three bells rang and resounded through the Three Realms.

"Knock~~Knock~~~Knock~~~~"

Three Donghuang bells shook heaven, earth and people.

No matter how high or low everyone's cultivation is, what their roots are, in this Donghuang bell that pierces the Three Realms, they can't help but be in a trance, and when they are sober, a clear voice comes into their ears.

"Zhang has practiced for hundreds of years, from a child, to achieve the original god, and live forever, isn't it lucky?!"

"All things are born to raise people, and luck is blessed by the life force, and so on, so there is Zhang Mou today!"

"The heart of the Tao is sincere, and the way of heaven is fair. With the heart of the human heart and the heart of the heavens, with the human body and the way of the heavens, can An Neng not repay the world with what he has learned?"

"Heaven and earth love nothing but living beings, and what living beings want is nothing but eternal life!"

"Today, Zhang will set up this East Palace, open the Yuanshen Avenue, open the door of eternal life, and cross all the fate. ”

...... Zhang Fan's voice seemed to come from the void, and it seemed to resound from the depths of the soul, mysterious and mysterious, and immediately brought millions of cultivators into a mysterious artistic conception.

The way of cultivating immortals is to grab, take, and fight...... However, as for the extreme, it becomes: in returning, giving, and giving...... The real sermon has not yet begun, but Zhang Fan's words have already known that many people present who have touched that threshold have realized.

When he woke up, he looked up at the high place, but he saw that on the mountain rock futon, Zhang Fan didn't know when he was already sitting on it.

"The Tao is in the Xuan, the law is wonderful, the road of eternal life, the avenue of the primordial gods, nothing more than the Tao, the law ......"

Zhang Fan, who was sitting high in the clouds, did not say anything, and slowly spit out every word.

Accompanied by his voice, the golden lotus appeared out of thin air, holding Candle Jiuxiao and Feng Jiuling...... Drunk to death...... A group of immortal cultivators who had sat down in the Xuanhuang Cloud before the sermon began, gradually exalted.

In this whole process, they were all immersed in some kind of mysterious realm, and no one opened their eyes.

"This ......"

At this time, those millions of immortal cultivators who were not allowed to enter the Xuanhuang Cloud Qi discovered that they didn't know when, the Xuanhuang Qi full of noble aura was far away, enveloping everyone together, vaguely becoming a palace, isolating the entire heaven and earth.

"This ...... Is that the so-called Eastern Imperial Palace?"

Everyone realized something in their hearts, and at the same time, a new doubt surfaced in their hearts.

Xuanyao, too mysterious, what Zhang Fan said is obviously the supreme avenue, and millions of immortal cultivators can feel the faint trembling and excitement in the depths of their souls, but they are in their ears, but they don't know what they mean.

This feeling of entering the treasure mountain and returning empty-handed almost wants to make all the immortal cultivators, regardless of the level of the realm, almost become crazy.

"Why can they immerse themselves in it, but we can't!"

This question emerged in the hearts of millions of monks, like a demonic barrier.

"Is it ......?"

Those who had already awakened set their sights on the golden lotus who held up Candle Jiuxiao and the others.

"The primordial god Golden Lotus, communicating heaven and earth. ”

Those who have seen enough will all exclaim in surprise. The golden lotus of the primordial god is Zhang Fan's wisp of primordial spirit, sitting on it and hearing the avenue, such as building a tower through heaven and earth, which can be used to make people climb up, which can be called a shortcut.

After figuring out the joints, everyone didn't have time to complain, and a more magical scene happened around them.

Zhang Fan's voice is loud and soothing, like the sound of heaven, like the law of immortals, better than all the music laws in the world, monopolizing the mysteries of ten thousand laws, even if you don't understand the avenue, listen a little, and you must be addicted to it.

The sky seems to be felt, all the laws are bowed to obey orders, there are heavenly flowers, the ground is surging golden lotus, and the rain is flowing...... All kinds of visions emerge one after another.

Among them, the most eye-catching is the "earth-surging golden lotus".

"It's ...... Yuan Shen Jin Lian!"

The countless golden lotuses that sprung up in the ground fell in the eyes of a group of immortal cultivators, and suddenly showed infinite mystery, clearly showing that its illegal power was manifested, and the true yuan was condensed, but it was a genuine primordial golden lotus, and Donghua Daojun was a wisp of primordial sustenance.

As long as you sit on it, you will be like everyone before, and you will feel the avenue of the primordial gods and the mystery of immortality.

Donghua Daojun Zhang Fan, who is almost the first person in the world who can be said to be indisputable after this incident, how could he do such a meaningless thing? Instead of directly giving the golden lotus like everyone before, but doing so, there must be his intentions.

Silence for a while, a trapped beast primordial infant has been at its peak for thousands of years, and the older generation of primordial infant real people who are at the end of their longevity are in front of them, suddenly came out of the crowd and walked in front of the one-yuan god golden lotus.

Under the gaze of millions of immortal cultivators, he suddenly disappeared, and solemnly dressed and bowed, bowed his head, and bowed.

"Disciple, meet the teacher. ”

After the ceremony, he got up and Shi Shiran got the golden lotus, closed his eyes and sat quietly.

Suddenly, the light of the sky was concentrated on this person, and the sound of the Great Dao spit out of Zhang Fan's mouth was also surrounded, and this Yuanying real person was completely immersed in the mystery of the Great Dao.

Suddenly, millions of monks were enlightened.

The way of heaven is justice, how can the law be passed on lightly?

After understanding Sili, one, two, three...... As for the millions, all the immortal cultivators present, no matter how strong or weak their cultivation is, their status is high, they all bow their heads and bow down.

"Disciple, meet the teacher!"

Sonic shook the world and shook the world.

Exactly: millions of monks gathered in Lianyun and bowed their heads to Donghua!

PS: 11,000 words big chapter, done!

Whew, let out a sigh of relief, this chapter was written very hard.

Last night, Dongliu had an operation, no, he was operated on, and for the first time in his life, he was lying on the operating table and being stabbed by others, which is very memorable, so Zhizhi!

Most of the old readers who followed all the way know that a year ago, that is, Dongliu desperately updated, and from time to time there was a stirring year of ten watches, Dongliu grew something under his armpit, and in that case, he was crazy about the codeword, and the pain at that time was still fresh in his memory.

Later, the winter said, it was a little better, but recently it may have been tiredness and staying up late every day to protect my father, and it relapsed, and it was very serious, and I had to take that knife.

Lying on the operating table, through the reflection on the lacquer surface next to the shadowless lamp, I saw that the doctor cut it with a knife, stitched it up, and the blood rushed into a mess...... That taste, don't mention it.

The operation lasted more than half an hour, and a cyst as long as a fish egg and about one centimeter wide was cut off, and it was finally over.

After the anesthesia, he was so painful that he wanted to die, and when he returned home, he began to keep vigil for his father...... After receiving this knife, he raised his arm to code words, thinking that the ancients would hang the beam and stab the strands, which is like this, while taking care of the old father

(To be continued)