Tsing Yi didn't dare to move, like a rabbit that had been targeted by a poisonous snake.

However, the Taoist priest didn't seem to notice it in the slightest, and only heard him say: "I don't accept disciples, there is only one master in my sect." When Jin Xiangdi heard him say that he would not accept apprentices, he felt disappointed in his heart, and he didn't know what to say for a while, and then he heard the Taoist say: "Although I don't accept apprentices, I can accept apprentices on behalf of the teacher, you can call me senior brother, and wait for me to take you back to the mountain gate." ”

Jin Xiangdi was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly shouted, "Yes, senior brother." After that, he turned his head and glanced at Tsing Yi, and didn't notice that Tsing Yi was looking into the distance, and said happily and quickly: "Senior brother, this is my sister Tsing Yi, who has been transformed and is dedicated to the Tao, can you also accept her together." ”

"Hehe!" The Taoist looked up at Tsing Yi, only then did he find Tsing Yi's face, his face suddenly changed, and at this moment he saw a little white light in Tsing Yi's eyes. The Taoist didn't look back, the sleeves in his hand had already swirled out, and the green clothes flew up like a dead leaf in an instant, and then disappeared into the wind.

Tsing Yi's body flew out involuntarily, and there was a whistling sound in her ears, as if she was in a raging storm, and when she settled down, she was already on the top of a mountain. I looked anxiously into the valley, and saw that the wind was raging in the valley, and the sky was full of dark clouds, and the downpour was falling wildly, and thunder was falling. Faintly, I heard a magnificent voice in the valley chanting, "Wind, thunder." ”

As this voice sounded, the wind became more urgent, and even Tsing Yi was a little unsteady on his feet, only to see the big trees in the valley broken and whirling in the sky. And one thunderbolt after another fell, slamming into the valley in succession.

However, in the midst of the endless wind and thunder, there was a sword groan that was particularly piercing. The sword light in the valley is Huo Huo, and the murderous spirit is rushing all night.

Tsing Yi was very anxious, because the golden elephant was still in the valley, shrouded in the sword light.

About a quarter of an hour later, a sudden sword light rushed from the valley and scattered the dark clouds in the sky, and then the wind and rain dispersed, and the thunder never appeared again. Tsing Yi was shocked in his heart, looking at Hua Qingyang who jumped up to the clouds, he was shocked in his heart, and secretly thought: "He is still alive, could it be that the little guy's new senior brother is dead." ”

Hua Qingyang, who was dressed in a white robe, stood in the clouds and watched, his cold eyes swept over Tsing Yi, Tsing Yi only felt cold all over, and his heartbeat stopped in an instant. However, Hua Qingyang swept past like looking at a tree of grass, and then stepped out, broke into the void, and disappeared.

Tsing Yi came back to his senses at this time, and hurriedly escaped into the valley to look for the golden elephant everywhere, shouting loudly while searching: "Little guy, is it dead, little guy, come out quickly, where to hide, come out quickly, that Hua Qingyang has already left......"

Tsing Yi turned the big trees that broke down to the ground, turning one by one. Flipping and shouting, and turning the boulder that had been cut open by the sword, digging under the stone to see the stone crevice, in her heart, Jin Xiangdi liked to hide in the stone crevice the most.

However, she searched through the valley and didn't find the golden elephant, but fortunately, she didn't find the body of the golden elephant, and the Taoist didn't see it. She just thought about it slightly, and then fled in the direction that Hua Qingyang was chasing.

The golden elephant was dizzy, he couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest, and he felt that he was almost shaking in front of the tip of Hua Qingyang's sword. The ears were filled with the sound of swords, wind and rain, and thunder. When everything was gone, there was another world before his eyes.

Under the statue of an abandoned temple sat a middle-aged Taoist, and in front of him was a golden snake looking at him carefully with its head held high.

"Are you my senior brother?" asked Jin Xiangdi, puzzled.

The Daoist nodded, a sword mark under his neck was obvious, and blood was still oozing out.

"Why, how could this be. Senior brother, how did you become like this? Jin Xiangdi asked in surprise.

"Hehe, the Tao is not enough, and he uses spells that exceed his ability in vain, consuming the true yuan in his body. Daoist said a little weakly, but despite this, he still smiled.

Jin Xiangdi didn't know what Zhenyuan was, and wanted to ask, but he was afraid that the Taoist would consume his strength by explaining too much, so he picked the question he was most worried about and asked: "Then, will it die?"

"Unless you keep consuming it, you can recover by going back and recuperating for a few years. The Taoist said with a smile.

Jin Xiangdi relieved himself a little, and then found that Tsing Yi was no longer around. Hurriedly turned his head to look around, only to see that the temple was dilapidated, leaking air everywhere, and only half of the roof tiles were still there. Cobwebs were everywhere, the corners of the walls were already covered with weeds, and the ground was covered with rubble.

"Auntie...... Aunt Tsing Yi ...... Tsing Yi ......"

The golden elephant shouted loudly, his body was like a golden thread on the ground, and in a blink of an eye he had circled around the temple, and then catapulted up to the roof of the temple. Seeing all this, he realized that he was separated from Tsing Yi.

"It's at least a hundred miles from that valley. The Taoist said to Jin Xiangdi: "At that time, I couldn't save her, so I had to use the wind to blow her out of the battle circle. ”

Jin Xiangdi was a little relieved, he was a little uncomfortable with separating from Tsing Yi like this, and thought that she had the green silk spell she planted, she would definitely find her soon, thinking of this, he was slightly relieved, just hoping that Tsing Yi would catch up soon, and then worship the master together.

Naturally, he really wanted Tsing Yi to worship the master with him, and no one knew better than him how much Tsing Yi wanted to worship in the Taoist sect and practice the authentic cultivation method.

"Senior brother, what is the name of our sect?" asked Jin Xiangdi after calming down slightly.

The Taoist closed his eyes and meditated, and said, "Lingtai." ”

Jin Xiangdi didn't understand when he heard it, but when he saw the Taoist meditating with his eyes closed, he didn't dare to disturb anymore. Coiled on the side, thinking about what kind of sect this Lingtai is, what kind of immortal the master will be, and how many senior brothers will there be.

"It must be no ......worse than Xuantian Gate," Jin Xiangdi thought: "At least it's not as domineering and ruthless as the people in Xuantian Gate, and I will also bring Tsing Yi in the future to practice spells together." ”

It didn't take long for the Taoist who was sitting there to meditate suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the golden snake on the ground, and stomped his feet into the earth.

The sword groaned in the air.

Without warning, the mountain temple was cut in half, and the idol was cut open, and a deep sword mark appeared on the ground where the Taoist had disappeared.

Outside the mountain temple, there was a Taoist who disappeared as quickly as the wind.

Hua Qingyang, who was on the top of the green mountain, went up for nine days, a few miles in one step, and only a few steps later he had already reached the sky above the Taoist, and a sword flew down.

The sword has just come out, and the noise of the sword has dispersed.

Like a white eagle pounces on a rabbit, flying Ling is a stab. It is like a flying immortal outside the sky, peerless.

The Taoist grabbed the golden snake in his left hand and fled step by step on the ground, but it was not as fast as Hua Qingyang's flying sword. Just as the sword was about to stab behind the Daoist, the Daoist suddenly turned around, and his right hand rotated in front of him, drawing a circle of waves.

"A thought of the Lingtai is a square inch of heaven and earth. ”

As he spoke, the sword that seemed to be invincible, piercing anything in heaven and earth, turned with his hand, like a leaf falling into a whirlpool. I only heard the sound of grass and rocks breaking all around, and the trees were breaking without warning, and the rocks were broken.

The sword turned out with the Daoist's hand in a cloud of sword light, like a sword lotus blooming.

At the same time, the Daoist's body also quickly turned virtual and faded into a small size, and finally turned into a little dust and disappeared, just like a bird that had flown to a place that could not be seen clearly in the blink of an eye, only a little, disappeared in a blink of an eye.

At the moment when the Daoist turned into a black dot and disappeared, the sword light was sharp, and it immediately got rid of the whirlpool circle and pierced straight into the point where the Daoist disappeared. The sword pierced into another layer of space, inch by inch, and it seemed to pierce into the water, and in a thought, the sword and the person had disappeared into the void, only a place of dust was flying, and the aura in the space was agitated.

Dozens of miles away, on the top of a towering tree, Hua Qingyang stood quietly in a white robe.

And a hundred miles away, Jin Xiangdi looked at his senior brother, his face was no longer middle-aged, but an old man, his skin was wrinkled, his hair was gray, and his body was already a little bent. The sleeve of his right hand was gone, and on the back of his hand there were sword marks that were still bloodstained.

At this moment, Jin Xiangdi had a strong hatred for Nahua Qingyang.

"Why did he chase and kill again and again. Jin Xiangdi couldn't understand, looking at his senior brother's appearance, he couldn't help but say angrily.

"Hehe, there are some people who are constantly doing unreasonable things in order to pursue the Tao in their own hearts. The Taoist coughed and said, "This kind of person who doesn't care about other people's lives, only cultivates his own Tao and is strong-willed, should not exist." Only by respecting the lives of others and accepting others can we be accepted by heaven and earth, and can we coexist with heaven and earth. ”

Jin Xiangdi seems to understand whether he understands or not, but he only knows that the senior brother is saying that people like Hua Qingyang should not exist in this world.

"For a person like him, you must not have hatred for him, because if your heart is occupied by hatred, your heart will no longer be clear, everything will be covered with a layer of gray in your eyes, and heaven and earth will lose their true color. The Taoist coughed a few more times and said slowly.

Jin Xiangdi was very worried, and said anxiously: "Senior brother, are you okay, don't talk, just sit here and meditate and rest." ”

"It's okay, you can't die. Hua Qingyang will definitely chase after him, and we can't stop. After saying that, he grabbed the golden snake and walked into the distance, one step drifting, and the dust was not raised.

"Senior brother, where are we going?" asked Jin Xiangdi.

"Back to the master?"

"Where's the master?"

"Fangcun Mountain. The Taoist said.

Jin Xiangdi hadn't heard of it, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "What if Hua Qingyang chases him all the way to the division?"

"Hehe, if you go back to the master's gate, the sky will fall and the reincarnation will collapse, and the master will protect you, even if the real person who has cultivated the Sanqing Dao Venerable Dharma Elephant arrives, it doesn't matter!" There was a faint pride in the Taoist's voice.