In the dim space, the old monk guarded the pure yang, silently waiting for his lord to take over the mortal!

100,000 years! 100,000 years! The Diting Temple has been sealed underground for a full 100,000 years, cutting off contact with the outside world, and the masters in the hall can't soar, and finally they can't withstand the power of time, and their bodies will die! And in the sealed small world, in addition to the people in the main hall, they are the demons and monsters who have been tempered, and the opponents of scattered cultivation, where is there fresh blood to replenish?

At first, the male and female disciples in the door were combined, and then they were believers, and later, they were hybridized by all races, no matter what race you are, as long as you can give birth to a newborn smoothly, it is quite a policy of the Japanese Warring States Period, in order to increase the population, men can be free to ** women's policy.

In this way, Fang barely supported 100,000 years! Back then, a huge 10,000-year-old sect with heavenly immortals in charge, now there are only two people left, no, it's one person!

Thinking of this, "poof!" A mouthful of blood spit out, and a kind of gray appeared on his already extremely pale face, that little monk was his own son! It was the only offspring born to him and the only flower demon in the small world of the Diting Palace, and the last disciple of the Diting Hall in the past 100,000 years!

However, it's all worth it! Even every monk above the Golden Pill in the 100,000 years of the Diting Hall has dedicated himself to the Nine Yin Bodhi!

Even for 100,000 years, the Temple of Truth has turned its back on heaven and earth, yin and yang, and people are together!

Even if it's to feed your only child to a ghost baby!

Even the treasure of the Truth Listening Palace, the small world is shattered and the seal is broken!

As long as you can access the Soul Splitting Nether of the Truth Listening Ancestor, it's all worth it!

In the eyes of the old monk, there was an extremely perverted persistence, faith, flashing with a crazy red light! It was a sect that had lost its freedom and future, and the distorted and perverted hope that had been cultivated in 100,000 years!

Now, the Patriarch's Soul Splitting has successfully descended to the lower realm! The Diting Hall will surely be reborn in his hands and become the most powerful sect in the world! Let the divine name of Diting shine on everything in the world!

Just when the old monk was crazy about the future, a black bead the size of a pigeon's egg covered with golden cloud patterns flew out of his mouth, and the old monk's expression instantly froze, and the vitality in his body passed wildly!

The old monk turned his head with difficulty, a hole the size of a baby's fist penetrated the back of his head, and his eyes were wide open waiting for the person in front of him, the look was doubtful, it was unbelievable, why?

The bead that left a hole in his head obediently circled between the man's fingers, as if seeing the doubt in the old monk's eyes, the man smiled lightly and said: "It's just a wisp of distraction, it has completely dissipated!"

After speaking, without waiting for the old monk to react, a spark popped out of the black gold bead and splashed on the old monk's body, burning it to ashes!

"Supreme Dao Ancestor!What can I explain to him?How many villains are counterattacked by the protagonist only because they don't make up for the knife at the last moment, but instead express their feelings, next time you must pay attention, first kill them thoroughly, and then snort!" Chunyang slapped his mouth gently, "Phew! I'm not a big villain!"

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An ox cart drove slowly on the field, and the luxurious carriage did not match the blue bison! Especially the Taoist priest who drove the car, with his golden eyes, a little sunflower pattern on his eyebrows, and a dusty ethereal fairy aura came from the surface, but the sound of women's laughter from time to time in the carriage made the hard-working people in the fields by the roadside sigh!

A galloping white horse roared, galloping past the ox cart, the dust raised fell to the corner of the clothes, the horse suddenly stopped, a young swordsman dressed in white with a sword on his back, his palm lightly pressed on the saddle, and a backflip fell to the ground, just to stop the ox cart.

"Good! What a handsome kung fu!" the farmer on the side of the road put down his work and shouted loudly.

The swordsman smiled and nodded, then drew his sword and shouted at the Taoist who was driving the car, "Wu Na Dao ......"

Before he could say a few words, the Taoist priest waved his sleeve, and the swordsman flew into the air, plunged into the field by the roadside, and knocked the shouting man to the ground by the way.

A beautiful and lovely head stretched out from the curtain on the ox cart, and when he looked at the people planting in the field, he retracted into the carriage with a calm expression, and then a burst of laughter broke out inside.

The man shook his head and smiled bitterly, and kicked the green ox in the ass, and the green ox shook his head and tail, and suddenly, the man's face turned black, and he jumped out of the carriage with a dodge, and a lump of black and white bird feces wiped the corner of his clothes to the place where he had just sit.

The Taoist face was dark, and he dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. The cute head stretched out again, first looked at the black-faced Taoist standing on the ground, and then suddenly saw the lump of bird as if he understood, and instantly laughed.

While laughing, he said: "Little junior brother, what a bad thing have you done? On the 100-mile road from the Black Mountain to here, there have been ten waves of knights blocking the road, treating you as a lewd road, almost tripping over 16 times, and eight birds on the top of your head, haha, I laughed to death!"

The Taoist priest had a dark face, did not speak, and with a trace of sword energy at his fingertips, he cut off the piece of bird shit and a thick layer of wood, pressed his hand back on the head that kept laughing, and then put a foot on the cow's buttocks, the cow was in pain, and pulled the car and galloped quickly!

This unlucky Taoist is our Pure Yang Little Monk, who owes so much debt to God, how can he still be taken care of by God, unlucky things like this will not stop, nor will they be less, and Pure Yang can't be scolded!

In the past, you couldn't reach the realm, you couldn't feel the way of heaven, scolded God, and God didn't bother to care about you. It's like you scolding the principal with your classmates, and the principal doesn't know it, and even if he does, it won't do anything to you. But now it's different, you owe a debt to God, of course God will keep an eye on you all the time, if you scold him, how can he not give you a small punishment. In the same way, if you are an ordinary student who says two bad things about the principal and scolds the principal with the president of the student union, the principal knows about it, and it must be the president of the student union who is unlucky!

I suddenly found myself dropping a few collections.,Woo.。 Am I doing something wrong?