East China Sea.

A small island of black rock floats lonely in the deep blue, abrupt and desolate. There are not many trees on the island, but they are strangely arranged in a linear line from the ridge to the cliff face, and from a distance, it looks like a turquoise fishing line.

More than 30 years ago, Emei Zhangjiao Miaoyi real person Qi Shuming and his wife occasionally came here, for some reason, actually liked this desolate island very much, closed the foundation of Emei Mountain and Jiuhua Beppu, and moved here, and later, even Qi Shuming's senior brother Xuan Zhenzi and the ascetic head Tuo also moved together, which sounded the "Three Immortals of the East China Sea" on the rivers and lakes.

In the middle of the ridge, people have used great mana to open up a cave, the door of the house is not wide, but there is a cave inside, especially a hall located in the middle of the cave behind the road, it is even more grand and majestic, as if the entire mountain belly has been hollowed out.

In the hall is placed a Ding furnace, the form is ancient, on all sides of the Ding furnace, each place a futon, and on the two sides of the futon in the east and north of it, a middle-aged monk sits on each side.

The one on the east side, who seems to be a little older, is wearing a jute robe, a golden crown, and three locks of long beard, floating out of the dust, is the eldest disciple of the originator of Emei, Changmei Zhenren, Xuan Zhenzi. A person in the north is wearing a white robe, wrapped in a big coat, his hair is not tied up, but he is scattered on his shoulders at will, his face is handsome and resolute, not angry but mighty, and he is carrying a long sword on his shoulder.

The two of them each pinched a formula, sat next to the Ding furnace, closed their eyes and concentrated, not knowing what they were thinking, suddenly, Xuan Zhenzi opened his eyes, looked at Miao Yi Zhenren and said:

"Senior brother, it's almost time. ”

Miao Yi Zhenren nodded, raised his hand and a Taiyi divine thunder hit the Ding furnace, and the inside of the Ding furnace immediately made a thunderous sound, Xuan Zhenzi flew to the top, stretched out his hand to open the furnace cover, and saw a seven-colored light shining into the Ding, shining towards the sky.

Qi Shuming and Xuan Zhenzi both raised their heads, and the light shone on the top of the cave, and then they saw clearly that on the rock wall on the top of the cave, there was actually an extremely complex pattern, which seemed to be a formation diagram, and like a charm, and was illuminated by the light, and the lines of the whole pattern began to shine, and the thickness of the lines was uneven, but it could be seen that there seemed to be a golden liquid flowing inside.

Qi Shuming and Xuan Zhenzi were both slightly relieved, and Miao Yi Zhenren said softly:

"The robbery has been moved, and the will of heaven is hard to violate!"

Hearing this, Xuan Zhenzi showed an inexplicable wry smile on his face, and said:

"These three tribulation star natal chart from the Great Yuan Patriarch passed down, the past dynasties for my Emei most secret treasure, the so-called my way of Daxing, Emei alone, can be said to be on this treasure, but, a single show, after all, too many days, so the Great Yuan Patriarch in the robbery of a special flaw exposed, for my Emei to vent boundless evil. ”

Miaoyi Zhenren also sighed and said:

"I know that the senior brother is compassionate, and I can't bear to see some of my fellow Taoists suffering from the poison of the devil, but it is just related to the spiritual root of the world, Emei luck, and some people sacrifice, it is inevitable, although we can't bear it, but we can't lose the big because of the small, and destroy the thousand-year-old cause and effect set by the ancestor.

Besides, as long as you are not obsessed with your heart, you are extremely vicious, after all, there is a way to reincarnate and rescue, and the senior brother doesn't have to be too sad. ”

Xuan Zhenzi nodded, his eyes shaking in the southwest direction:

"I only hope that as the real person in charge of the sect said, he can not be ignorant of his heart and rebuild the immortal industry, at that time, I will definitely help him to pull out the sea of suffering this morning!"

"So is my heart!"

Miaoyi real person Qi Shuming clasped his palms and stared, and there were words in his mouth, and the light on the top of the mountain became brighter and brighter!

Tsz Wan Monastery meditation room.

Zhang Liao bet the Wen Jianyu card on the sword body of the Golden Silkworm Sword, and slowly rubbed it while silently using the Emei sword technique.

As Mr. Zhong said, after this jade plate met the sword, it began to have a strange reaction, Zhang Liao could feel a cold but not piercing breath flowing out of the jade plate, condensing on the sword body, the jade card quickly shrunk and thinned, and the golden silkworm sword in his hand became more and more bright and dazzling. And what's even better is that the fierce sword qi gathered because of the golden silkworm Gu worm, under the warmth of the jade plate, also gradually calmed down Qingning.

"This Kunlun faction really has some doorways!"

Zhang Liao walked out of the meditation room, and for the first time since his rebirth, he felt a little refreshed and comfortable. Although the current situation in Ciyun Temple is still vague and unclear, it is much better than the comparison of strength between good and evil in the original book. walked the green robe, but came to the white bones, and the opposite side was missing Li Jingxu, a big bull, if the Kunlun faction could be firmly tied to the big ship of Ciyun Temple, then the number of victories and defeats between the village and the evil spirits was really two words.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liao couldn't help but have some ambitions, and his reborn guest still had an impact on the established fate.

Suddenly, a cold wind swept through at this time, and the branches of the big locust tree at the entrance of the temple swayed, and a few dead leaves floated down. Zhang Liao felt a chill on his body for no reason, and there seemed to be some ominous feeling rising in his heart, but when he looked up, he couldn't see anything unusual. At this moment, a gray-white sword light flew up from a courtyard not far away and landed on the eaves, revealing his figure, it turned out to be the White Bone Divine Monarch, this old monster was covered in gray smoke, his eyes were solemn, and he kept looking around, as if he was also looking for something.

"White Bone Senior!"

Zhang Liao said hello, also flew to the roof, and asked,

"I wonder what my predecessors are searching for?"

Bai Gu obviously had no interest in talking to a junior disciple like this, but just kept looking at a pair of eyes that seemed to be closed and open, and his brows were tightly locked, as if he was a little puzzled and a little surprised.

Before Zhang Liao could speak, a few sword lights flew up from all directions, it was Kunlun Siyou, Xiaoyue Zen Master and the Golden Arhat and others, they were also almost observing the surroundings, looking at each other occasionally, but they found that their eyes were full of doubt.

"That's weird, what the hell is going on?"

Zhang Liao also seemed to be affected by everyone, and began to look around, and at this moment, he found that there seemed to be a faint black cloud fluttering in the southeast sky. This dark cloud was obviously not afraid of the wind, and its speed was neither fast nor slow, rolling in the direction of Tsz Yun Temple.

As the dark clouds approached, Zhang Liao could gradually clearly feel the chill contained in them. What can surprise him is that in addition to himself, so many tall people on the roof still seem to be at a loss as if they are unaware.

The dark clouds were getting closer and closer, and soon came to the top of Zhang Liao's head, and suddenly, the cloud seemed to be aware of it, and actually stopped here, and Zhang Liao had an extremely ridiculous thought in his heart - could this cloud be observing himself?!

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I received a text message from the signing last week, and I think it's not about how well I wrote, but more because of the charm of Shushan. I read all the criticisms and encouragements of book friends, but my energy is limited and I can't reply to them one by one, I'm sorry. Thank you again for your support, it's still that sentence, I'll write it slowly, and everyone will read it slowly~