Chapter 330: Immortals

With the Tao of Xuantianji, it is very simple to find Dongfang Yuqing in the crowd.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Today is not what it used to be, today's Xuantian Machine only needs to stretch out a finger to crush Dongfang Yuqing to the ground, as for the wisdom he is proud of, it will not play a role at all.

In the words of killing Qianmo, that is: I want to kill you, unscrupulous!

Dongfang Yuqing would not have known that he had already walked on the verge of death, and he was frowning and angry.

It was the Xuantian Opportunity again, which ruined his plan, making him fall short and losing a good opportunity to show himself in front of Hua Qiangu.

Hua Qiangu is the life and death of Bai Zi's painting, which is a doomed thing. In order to avenge the murder of his father, only by getting close to Hua Qiangu and gaining her trust can he realize his final plan.

Helplessly, the matter of sugar treasure almost made him vomit blood, and now in the battle of Changbai, he wanted to appear on the stage, but he was disturbed by Xuantianji!

Unexpectedly, a Xuantian machine would grow to such an earth-shattering point in just a few years, which was an unexpected thing, which greatly disrupted his revenge plan.

It's hateful!

But before he could figure out how to deal with Xuantian Ji, above the nine heavens, a person stepped on the breeze and slowly descended from the sky.

Flowers bloom like the sea, the wind passes like waves, and the clothes flutter, covering the light of the sun and the moon.

The person who came was the long stay on the fairy white child painting!

All the immortals around him bowed down respectfully and bowed down to him. Even the sea of peach blossoms was piled up with layers of thin waves, chasing his footsteps, flying up and down with joy. It was as if a pink cloud had risen under his feet. And the void he walked through gave birth to a white and undyed lotus flower step by step.

Baizi painting is in such an extraordinary and lonely posture. In mid-air, his gaze swept over everyone one by one, and then slowly landed. There was no sound, everyone was stunned, and for a while, there was no sound.

No one cares what a scholar is thinking.

And Dongfang Yuqing also forgot the existence of Xuantianji, staring at the father-killing enemy who never made a mistake!

Soon, the people from the Immortal Dao factions who came to support arrived.

Taibai began to put on a big banquet.

The focus of the banquet is undoubtedly the brilliant Xuantian machine.

Everyone flattered him, and they all regarded him as the best choice for the next Changliu head!

Xuantian Ji's face was indifferent. is neither humble nor arrogant, has a moderate demeanor, and is more optimistic to everyone.

After the banquet, Xuantian Ji followed the people in Changliu and returned to Changliu together.

Xuantian Ji's days in the long stay were very dull, in addition to practicing, he was still practicing, and at the same time, he studied the four major artifacts.

No return to the inkstone. Compassion Sword, Phantom Bell, Immortal Umbrella.

Among the ten major artifacts, Xuantian Ji alone possessed four of them.

Attack with a merciful sword. In case of an immortal umbrella, there is no trace of coming and going, and the mind is controlled.

Quite interesting to Xuantianji. It is the hope that the party will not return to the inkstone.

If you don't return to the inkstone in your hand, your mind moves. It can be thousands of miles away, and the world is big. You can get it.

This artifact that contains the laws of space is exactly what Xuantian Ji needs at the moment.

As long as you comprehend a trace of yourself, whether it is Taoism or mana, you will definitely have a qualitative improvement.

It's a pity that in the realm of the second immortal of Xuantian Ji, he can only unlock a trace of the artifact seal, and he can't get a glimpse of the true connotation of the artifact.

Xuantian is not discouraged, cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, before the opportunity comes, it is difficult to break through.

Therefore, Xuantian Ji went out of the customs and told his nominal master, Shizun Moyan, and asked to go out to practice.

Shizun Moyan attaches great importance to Xuantianji, and he also agrees with Xuantianji's words about going out to practice, and he does not stop him at all.

Xuantianji left the East China Sea and went all the way to Jiangxi.

He has been to many famous mountains and rivers, and he has also been to many caves and blessed places.

In order to practice, I have even been to many mountains, forests, swamps, and demon caves.

This world was far bigger than Xuantianji had imagined, and there were more demons and monsters than any world he had experienced before.

But the Xuantian machine is immortal, and when the demons see him, they immediately either run away or kneel on the ground to beg for mercy, and occasionally there are a few peerless demons, the demonic aura is fierce, and the demon flames are monstrous, so they will choose to fight with the Xuantian machine.

Of course, they are no match for Xuantian at all. With the four major artifacts in hand, no one can stop the edge of the Xuantian Machine!

But as Xuantian continued to practice, his brows gradually furrowed.

With the passage of time, there are more and more demons and monsters along the way, and the world is also constantly fighting and natural disasters.

Earthquakes in the southwest are frequent.

There is still fighting in the north.

There is a lot of drought in the east.

Insect plagues and floods in the west have continued, the people have no harvest, and famine is everywhere.

Now that he saw it, Xuantian naturally made a move.

The time, the location, the people, among the three, the only thing that Xuantianji can't control is people.

The war in the north, Xuantian has no mental understanding.

But in the West, with a wave of the Xuantian Machine's hand, the boundless flood was diverted, and the boundless locusts were burned by the monstrous fire, and the bones were gone.

In the east, Xuantian Ji is "full of snow" with one hand, directly drifting snow for 8,000 miles, and the snow is three feet deep.

In the southwest border, the Yellow Emperor Tuhuang Road controls the underground plate and directly condenses it.

The flood receded, the locusts were exterminated, the drought subsided, and the plates froze.

Where Xuantian Ji passed, he brought his good fortune to the world.

The name of the immortal Xuantianji has been passed down through the ages, and everyone looks up to it.

And then...... Xuantian machine has broken through!

His breakthrough was silent, and it came naturally, and he finally became another immortal who stayed for a long time!

That's where the chance comes.

And the time when he broke through to the immortals was less than half a year!

Xuantian Ji seemed to be able to see that the silk threads in the void were extended, densely connecting themselves and extending into the distance.

On the other side of the line are the thousands of ordinary people he saved.

Xuantianji saved them, and they erected a monument for Xuantianji to worship Xuantianji.

"Is this the reason for my breakthrough!" Xuan Tianji closed his eyes slightly, feeling the message coming from the silk thread.

Those thin lines are flashing with the emotions of all beings, including gratitude, joy, excitement, excitement, and so on.

I only heard an old man say: "Thanks to the Xuanda Immortal for the snow for us, the old family was able to survive!"

The picture changed, and on another thin line, a message came, and a couple sincerely worshipped: "Thank you Xuan Xianren, you have solved the locust plague, otherwise, our family will starve to death!"

"Thank you ......"

"Thank you ......"

"Thank you ......"

Among these emotions, there are gratitude, worship, attachment, and madness......

These emotions turned into a mysterious force, making Xuantian Ji easily break through the realm of immortals!

"Crooked, the power of faith!" Xuan Tianji opened his eyes and said to himself, "It's really interesting!"

"However, if I'm not mistaken, the catastrophe of Bai Zihua's painting should be coming, and I should also return to Changliu and prepare to act!"

Xuantianji smiled slightly, sacrificed the inkstone of no return, and the next moment, the figure had disappeared. (To be continued.) )