Just as Fang Ling closed his eyes and continued to comprehend the Ming King Sword, in the room where the Purple Cloud Fairy lived, the Red Cloud Fairy was sitting and talking with the Purple Cloud Fairy.

The Red Cloud Fairy comforted the Purple Cloud Fairy softly: "Sister, you don't have to worry too much about today's matter, he is the sect master, and if he says it in front of so many people, I believe it will be able to count." ”

"Sister, it's not that you don't know, I'm afraid of the power of the dazzling Daojun, I'm afraid of ......" Purple Cloud Fairy said this, with a hint of perseverance in her eyes and said, "Sister knows it in her heart." ”

The Red Cloud Fairy nodded, although she had comforted the Purple Cloud Fairy just now, her heart was also full of uneasiness.

Although that person is the sect master, that person is just lucky to pull out the sword left by the ancestor, and his words may not work in the sect.

What's more, with the strength of the Huidao Sword Sect, the gap between him and the Xuanguang Daojun is really too big, if the Xuanguang Daojun insists on going his own way, I'm afraid that even the sect will not be able to keep the Purple Cloud Fairy.

Nanhe Daozun was very punctual, and before the second day arrived, there were a few disciples of the Three Immortal Islands, driving a treasure bowl pulled by four dragon horses, and came to the station of the Huidao Sword Sect.

The leader was none other than the Golden Moon Prince, and after he saw Fang Ling, he bowed to Fang Ling and said, "Sect Master Ling, my subordinates have come to greet you on the orders of Nanhe Daozun. ”

Although Jin Yue Gongzi's words were very polite, his eyes were full of unconvinced.

A small casual cultivation, that is, good luck, pulled out the sword of the Ming King, what qualifications do you have to pose in front of yourself, hum. If it weren't for Nanhe Daozun's explanation, Lao Tzu wouldn't have served you!

This thief God. It's really not long-sighted, a person with a transcendent talent like himself. It should be the best choice for the sect master of the Huidao Sword Sect, but his mother is that this thief is unreasonable, so he let this kind of person come out.

Fang Ling didn't have the heart to pay attention to what Jin Yue Gongzi was thinking, he had already made all the preparations, and immediately stepped onto the seat pulled by the four dragon horses, and then thought about the information of Puru Daojun in his heart.

The first in the world!

Although this title is not too formal, it is enough to show the extraordinaryness of this Puru Daojun.

And such a Taoist monarch wants to see himself. What is it for? Is it really because he has something to do with the founding patriarch of the Huidao Sword Sect back then?

Ryoma started, and purple clouds appeared at Ryoma's feet, dragging Ryoma and flying towards the void.

After walking for about half an hour, I heard the golden moon boy say in a deep voice: "Sect Master Ling, I can only send you here, please get off." ”

Fang Ling nodded. When he stepped out of the car, he saw himself in front of a beach, the jasper water, blown by the breeze. Constantly giving birth to wave marks.

Following the direction of Jin Yue Gongzi's finger, Fang Ling saw a black reef with a size of two or three acres, standing in the sea seven or eight zhang away from the coast.

On that reef. There were two people sitting and one standing, sitting. It was an old man wearing a hat with his back to Fang Ling. Can't see the face clearly.

And the person standing was Nanhe Daozun, who saw Fang Ling coming and was gently waving towards Fang Ling.

When Fang Ling saw Nanhe Daozun, he no longer hesitated at the moment, and walked towards the beach, but when he had only taken more than ten steps, there was a change in front of him.

The blue sand, the endless sea water, and the Nanhe Daozun disappeared for a while, and in front of his eyes, there was only a thick fog.

In this thick fog, Fang Ling urged his divine sense, and found that his divine consciousness could only envelop a square circle, and in this dense fog, he didn't know what was weird, which had a huge restriction on his divine sense.

Fang Ling looked at the vast world around him, and secretly guessed in his heart that this should be the test of that Puru Dao Monarch!

Why did this Puru Daojun test himself, Fang Ling didn't know in his heart, and he didn't want to know. But what he was sure in his heart was that even if Puru Daojun had an opinion about him, he would not kill him.

And he, who didn't want to meet Puru Daojun, hesitated for a moment, and decided to spend it in this big array.

It's best that Puru Daojun thinks that his rotten wood is uncarvable, and then directly doesn't meet him, so that he can escape the catastrophe.

With this plan, Fang Ling began to pretend to walk around in that fog, he still didn't believe it, he could walk out of this fog.

Just as Fang Ling was walking around in the mist, the Golden Moon Gongzi, who was standing still and not moving, had already let out a cold snort, as a disciple of the Three Immortal Islands, he knew very well the power of this great array in his heart.

Even some Dao Venerable level cultivators on the Three Immortal Islands couldn't break through this big array, and he didn't believe that with Fang Ling, he would be able to get out of this big array.

And the Southern Crane Daozun standing on the reef could clearly see Fang Ling's situation in the big array. After Fang Ling spun around in place three times, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"Master, this person pulled out the Ming Wang Sword, it should be a coincidence, our Heavenly Mist Illusion, it seems that he can't get out. ”

The old man didn't speak, but the rod hanging in the water shook gently at this moment.

After pretending to walk for a moment, Fang Ling felt that it was about the same, so he was ready to sit cross-legged for a while, and then call Nanhe Daozun and ask him to open the illusion for himself.

Fang Ling's plan was good, but after he sat cross-legged for a quarter of an hour, the old man who was fishing said lightly: "Urge the Ten Thousand Mists to Transform!"

Hearing this, Nanhe Daozun's face suddenly changed. He knew in his heart that this Ten Thousand Mists was the second layer of change in the Heavenly Mist Illusion, and through the mist, various Dao Pattern Dharma Bodies could evolve.

Although these Dharma Bodies are all fake, because they have the formation of Puru Dao Jun, the power of these Dharma Bodies is not inferior to ordinary Law Bodies.

What's more, the Dharma Bodies condensed by these Heavenly Mists are endless, even if they are Dao Venerables of the Three Tribulations and Four Tribulations, as long as they enter this Ten Thousand Mists and Rebirths, there is only one way to die.

"Master, this person pulled out the Ming King Sword, he is the sect master of the Huidao Sword Sect, if he dies in this ten thousand mist transformations, that ...... It's hard for us to explain to the Huidao Sword Sect!"

The old man still didn't look back, but his voice became a little colder: "Why is it difficult to explain, not to mention that I need to explain to the Huidao Sword Sect?"

"He was able to pass the Ten Thousand Mists and Reincarnate, which means that he is the incoming chosen by Tianhui, and he can't pass, which can only mean that he is not the incoming chosen by Tianhui. ”

Nanhe Daozun heard his dissatisfaction from his master's words. He didn't hesitate anymore at the moment, the magic trick in his hand pinched, and strange light patterns floated from under his feet, and instantly disappeared into the big array. (To be continued......)