Shu is more beautiful. Around a thousand miles of fertile fields in the center, I don't know how many mountains and rivers there are.

The towering Qingcheng, although it is blessed with the West Xuan Mountain, the mountains and rivers are clear, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and it is very different from the vast and majestic West Xuan Mountain. Legend has it that there are immortals in Qingcheng Mountain, but the valley is deep and the mountains are dangerous, and there are many insects and beasts. Come and go, the people around Qingcheng Mountain will not dare to enter the deep mountains again, and during the New Year's Festival, the number of sacrifices is increasing day by day. It's just that there are sacrifices to the land of the mountain gods, there are sacrifices to the wandering immortals, and there are also sacrifices to the ghosts and ghosts of the mountain mandrills, and so on.

Since the wind of the fairy road is flourishing in Qingcheng Mountain Zhou, there are also many wandering monks and Taoists, all of whom claim to have great magic power, and are willing to accept people's money and eliminate disasters with people. It is difficult for foolish women to know the truth or falsehood, and when they saw the dignified one, they first believed in three points, and some hard-working copper coins, so as to exchange for some peace of mind.

At the beginning of winter this year, Qingcheng Mountain suddenly gathered lead clouds, strong winds, and then a thunderclap, the sound spread for hundreds of miles. There was a woodcutter who lived at the foot of the mountain and went into the mountain to chop wood, and saw countless purple thunder falling in the depths of Qingcheng Mountain, which was as wide as a forest, and its majesty was like a wave, and he was immediately frightened and rushed out of the mountain. Since then, the people around the mountain have become more and more convinced that there are indeed gods living in the mountains. There are also those who know a little bit of feng shui, and talk about it, saying that this is a sign that the goblin is born and the world will be chaotic.

There are mountains in Qingcheng Mountain, and in that inaccessible place, there is another blessed land. The clouds and clouds here are covered all the year round, the flying spring is full of stones, the strange flowers are scattered, and the green trees are evergreen. This is the real Qingcheng blessed land contained in the Taoist book.

Qingcheng Mountain is strange and precipitous, but there is always a glimmer of life in the desperate place, and the hidden avenue lacks one, and the meaning of reciprocation is endless. There is a large Taoist temple on the mountain peak, the green tile and green wall, and the mountain color is integrated, and there is the meaning of dust at a glance. This Taoist temple is one of the three pillars of the righteous path, and the Qingxu Palace is famous all over the world.

Purple thunder fell from the sky on Qingcheng Mountain, and it happened to fall on the Qingxu Palace. The Qingxu Palace's proud palace protection spirit treasure array was completely useless in front of the purple thunder, and a large number of houses and Taoist temples were destroyed. Fortunately, all the rooms destroyed were the side halls in the northwest corner, which did not cause much disaster, but there were also many casualties among young disciples. For a while, the firefighting in the Qingxu Palace, saving people and saving people, was a mess.

Finally, when the dust settled, a middle-aged Taoist came out of the fire and saluted several real people who were standing on the steps with their hands in their hands, floating like immortals: "Hui Bing Zhenren, the heavenly fire has been extinguished. Under the preliminary inventory, a total of nine disciples were injured in our palace, and one died, all of whom were young disciples who had just entered the palace. Please also ask real people to use their means, and treat them individually. ”

At this time, more than ten Taoist priests had lifted nine injuries and one death, a total of ten young Taoist priests, out of the fire and placed them neatly in front of the steps. At the top of the eighteen-level jade steps, there are seven true people with Taoism. They all lowered their eyes, looking like the heavens and the earth were collapsing in front of them and not moving, as if the dead and injured were not the disciples of the palace.

Hearing the middle-aged Taoist Bingbing's advice, the old Taoist on the left who was full of purple qi slowly opened his eyes and said: "Dao Jing, it's just a trivial matter, you can't hold your breath like this, it's not a good thing for your cultivation of the Emperor Jinlu." ”

After Daojing hurriedly admitted his mistake, the real person said: "Carry him into the Three Flowers Palace, and wait for me to collect his soul and lock his soul and renew his vitality!"

Although he had just been reprimanded by the real person, Dao Jing was still obviously relieved, and hurriedly commanded the four little Taoist priests to carry the blackened disciple who had already lost his breath and followed the real person towards the Three Flowers Palace. He also asked a group of little Taoist priests to carry the injured disciples to the Dan room, and arranged for a few Taoist priests who were proficient in medical skills to treat them, so that they could take care of wiping the sweat on their foreheads.

Up and down the Qingxu Palace, all of them are elegant like immortals, and their manners are in a certain way, even if they are fighting fires and saving people. Only this middle-aged Taoist priest is an exception, he was born tall and burly, with a shiny face, which can be described as dignified. It's just that such a big man is incompatible with the ethereal and dusty aura of Qingxu Palace.

Daojing Dao is profound, and his position in the palace is not low, he is the general director of saving people this time, but he always rushes to the front, and he ends up disgraced. The face was covered with black ash and then washed by sweat, black and white, the indescribable embarrassment, and this time I wiped it with my sleeves, and it was even more of a mess. When he stepped forward to reply, some of the real people frowned faintly.

Daojing seemed to be unaware, and said: "The disciples have been rescued, and the next thing is to take stock of the loss of utensils, and the fire will not have time to clean up until tomorrow......"

Before he could finish speaking, a young disciple in the fire suddenly shouted, "Uncle Daojing, there is another person here!"

Dao Jing was taken aback and shouted, "How is it possible, I have obviously checked through it! Quickly carry him to the Three Flowers Palace, and ask Uncle Xuyuan to continue his life and lock his soul, it will be too late!"

At this time, the young disciple shouted again, "But he is still alive, as if he has not been injured!"

Daojing's face changed greatly, and the six real people of Qingxu Palace standing on the high level were also moved at the same time!

This time the purple thunder from the sky was extraordinary, strong and domineering, and there was not a single inch of grass left in the dyed place. Daojing searched the fire with his spiritual sense, and only came out to report when he was sure that there was no more life in the fire. The seven real people of Qingxu Palace seemed to be just standing idle on the steps, but in fact, they had searched the entire fire ground several times with their spiritual sense, and they also found no vitality except for the disciples who cleaned up the fire ground.

But how could there be people in the fire?

Dao Jing was eager to save people, and rushed into the ruins after the fire catastrophe. The six real people on the stairs glanced at each other, and at the same time they rose up, their bodies one foot off the ground, and entered the fire with Daojing.

In the blink of an eye, Daojing had already found the young Taoist priest who made the sound, and looked in the direction of his finger, and saw that there was a circular shallow pit with a square of three zhang under a broken wall not far away, and there was a person lying in the pit, and it was a low-level disciple in the Qingxu Palace. Half of the Taoist robe on his body was destroyed by the purple thunder, and he was staring at the sky in a daze, his lips were closed one by one, and he didn't know what he was muttering.

Dao Jing shouted angrily to the young Taoist priest who was still standing: "I only know how to stand, why don't you help him up!" He didn't wait for the young Taoist priest to answer, and ran straight forward.

Daojing didn't hear the young Taoist priest behind him saying cowardly, "I'...... Don't dare to ......", he didn't know how to lip language, and he didn't know what the disciple lying on his back in the pit was muttering to himself.

"I ...... Who is it? here...... What kind of place is it?"

He looked up at the high blue sky and thought in a daze, but no matter how hard he tried to think about it, he could only think of the purple fire and indescribable pain in the sky.

Purple flames, beating purple flames everywhere!

He could only afford this.

In the boundless pain, he could only remember the momentary events that had just happened, until the sky reappeared in front of him, and the pain subsided slightly, and he regained the ability to remember.

In an instant, countless images flashed through his mind. These pictures are fragmented, and it is impossible to distinguish the true meaning of them, but they are so real and abnormal that he cannot tell which ones are true and which ones are illusory.

"Daojing be careful!" The call of the real people behind him made Daojing's heart sink, and he stopped his steps in an instant, and he could stop at the edge of the pit. At this moment, the man at the bottom of the pit had turned his face, and a pair of eyes as clear as water were staring at Daojing.

Rumble!

In an instant, Dao Jing only felt that thousands of thunderbolts exploded in his brain at the same time, and thousands of golden snakes were dancing wildly in front of him. As soon as the golden snake danced a few times, it exploded into countless pieces of fine fragmented light, like a mirror broken into tens of millions of pieces, and there was a picture in each realm, recording all the states of all living beings. If there is substance in the broken realm, it is like cutting the consciousness in the center of the Dao Pure Brain into a gossamer, and every cut is a pain in the skin. Immediately afterwards, there was a surging and cold killing machine pouring out of the realm piece, this killing machine was so heavy, and what made Dao Jing's heart even more shocked was that this killing machine was even more indifferent, even if he slaughtered all the people in the world, he would not feel indifferent. When the killing machine surged, thousands of broken mirrors were broken, and each piece was replaced with a picture of slaughter and slaughter.

The disciples of Qingxu Palace naturally didn't know the changes in their hearts, they only saw Daojing's fat body rising into the air, with two thin blood lines marked in his nose, and his feet splashed out of the zhangxu, which looked shocking, so they couldn't help but exclaim in unison.

The young man in the pit had already stood up, and there was a purple flame flowing in his eyes, just staring at Daojing.

"This ...... Isn't this the wind?" a little Taoist priest shouted.

"Sure enough, it's him! Yin Feng hurt Uncle Daojing!"

"Nonsense! Yin Feng has only been in the Dao for a few years, how can he hurt Uncle Daojing......

There were great changes, and the young disciples of Qingxu Palace had already lost their square inches, and they quarreled with themselves first. The young man was attracted by the noise and turned to look at the young disciples. The chill under his feet gradually rose, and the wind quietly rose, and a killing intent that was still there spread unconsciously.

The noisy Qingxu Palace disciples shut up almost at the same moment, and there was silence for a moment, only Daojing's huge body landed on the ground and let out a roar.

The young man slowly glanced at the audience, and as far as his eyes could see, all the disciples of the Qingxu Palace were hit by an invisible giant hammer, their faces were pale, and they retreated in a hurry. A few of them were particularly timid, and their legs were so weak that they sat down on the ground. The surrounding Qingxu disciples retreated like a tide, exposing a few of them. These young disciples were terrified for a while, they had no way to hide, they couldn't avoid it, they couldn't escape, and they were unable to escape, so they suddenly burst into tears in a hurry.

The young man looked around, opened his mouth slightly, and spewed out a faint purple gas, and then sighed in an inaudible voice: "It turns out that this is the mortal ......."

When he raised his legs, the clouds rose when he landed, and he walked to the young disciples who couldn't move, and asked softly, "So...... Who am I?"

The distance was so close, those disciples were already timid, and at this moment, they were already frightened and stupid, crying and moving back. Only one of them was a little bolder, and pointed at him and said, "You, you, you are groaning, chanting, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

At this time, a loud shout suddenly came from the side: "Bold and demonic, you dare to go to the Qingxu Palace to spread wild, and hurt my Daojing Senior Brother! With your humble Taoism, do you dare to have no one in the world? Today, I will let you see the true law of Qingxu!"

The young man turned his head to look and saw a thin middle-aged Taoist priest standing beside Daojing, shouting and scolding at him. This Taoist priest is good friends with Daojing, at this moment to see Daojing's face like gold paper, nosebleeds for a long time, fell to the ground, for a while anxious and angry, after scolding, the left hand immediately erected a sword finger, in front of the body kept paddling, while the mouth quickly chanted a mantra.

His Dao Dharma is profound, and as soon as he holds his hand, seven colors of light sand can't help but gush out from his fingertips, floating in the air, condensing into a gorgeous trajectory of the Dao, and in an instant, a magic circle is about to take shape.

The young man frowned, glanced at the Taoist priest, and said nothing. The man just made eye contact with the young man, his hand was stagnant, and the incantation in his mouth was suddenly interrupted, and then a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. He snorted, and he could still forcibly activate the Dao Fa.

The young man waited for his Dao method to be finished, and then he opened his lips and teeth lightly, and shouted: "Break!"

In an instant, it was like an invisible sudden wind blowing, sweeping away all the seven-colored light sand around the Taoist priest's body, and none of them fell. The Taoist priest froze on the spot and rubbed his eyes, only then did he believe that the seven-colored light sand he had sent had been completely broken by this young man's simple word!

He cheered up, took out a charm from his bosom, shouted, held the charm in his left hand, and lit a real fire with the two fingers of his right hand, and went to the charm clip. Unexpectedly, the young man shouted "Break!", and the spell burned into a ball of fire on its own, and it was destroyed.

The Taoist really had a profound Dao method, and he changed several techniques one after another in an instant, all of which were profound techniques that were rarely seen by these ordinary disciples of the Qingxu Palace next to him, but no matter how his Dao method changed, the young man just stood calmly, and with a snort, it was completely broken.

"Yin Feng, since you are from Qingruin, why are you so disrespectful to the teacher?" This question came from afar, and its voice became louder, quietly dispersing the murderous machines scattered in the field. Before the question could echo, a real person walked slowly. He looked up to about fifty years old, immortal wind bones, and ethereal aura all over his body.

The Taoist priest shouted to Yinfeng, "Criminal, why don't you meet the Void Xuan Zhenren soon?!"

The young man still stood with his hands in his hands, and said lightly: "I worship heaven and earth, and I worship the avenue twice." In this turbid world, all mortals, what is there to worship?"

The man was trembling with anger, pointing at the young man, speechless for a while. He had the heart to step forward and work hard, but the young man was obviously lowly in Taoism, but the evil door was tight, and he broke all his proud Taoism with just one broken word. He just wants to fight hard, how to spell it?

Xuxuan Zhenren looked at the young man for a moment, suddenly smiled slightly, stroked his beard and said: "Poor Dao Dao Xuxuan, the gate of Qingxu Palace was originally worthy of your worship." But since you don't want to, so let's take you to the Emperor's Treasure Hall and see the ancestors of the past dynasties. ”

With that, the sleeves of the Xuxuan real person's robe flicked, and in an instant, he appeared beside the young man, stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, and led him to the Imperial Golden Palace.

The boy had no power to resist.

When he walked past the Dao person, the Void Xuan Zhenren suddenly stopped and said, "Daoming, the Yin Feng Dao has not thickened. Your Dao Law was broken, but it was because your Dao heart was unstable, so he took advantage of it. In the meantime, you will unload the miscellaneous things, go to the back mountain Xuanbi Cave to face the wall for three months, and cultivate your mind!"

Cold sweat broke out on Daoming's forehead, and he hurriedly knelt down to agree, and did not dare to get up until the Xuxuan real person was far away.

On this day, the heavy snow in Xixuan Mountain began to fly.

Ji Ruochen stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, looking at the flying feathers outside the window, only to feel that his blood was surging, and he was inexplicably upset.

He was in a difficult mood, and in a moment of confusion, he returned to the table, took out the tortoiseshell jade hammer, and wanted to divinate the future. As soon as he hammered down, the tortoise shell cracked in response, and the cracks crisscrossed it, all of which were the appearance of great evil.

When Ji Ruochen saw it, he just smiled slightly, and didn't care, just because before he divined this hexagram, he already knew that the hexagram was like this. But this time, halfway through his laughter, a smile suddenly froze on his lips.

Blood poured out of the cracks in the tortoise shell, slowly staining the entire tortoise shell red, and a large blood mark appeared on the table.

This hexagram is not a big murderer, and there is a blood omen.

Ji Ruochen closed his eyes and stood still, and after a long time, he exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

He took out the remaining pieces of tortoise shell and dismantled them into several pieces. The tortoiseshell was cracked, and the hands were stained with blood in the blink of an eye. He raised his hand and pointed at it, and a detachment of fire was born, burning the tortoise shell cleanly, and then slapped his palm on the white jade hammer, and the dissociation secret moved at will, turning the jade hammer into nothingness.

After cleaning up, Ji Ruochen's room has been cleaned a lot, but his hands are still stained with blood and do not disperse.

He raised his hand in front of his eyes, lightly dipped the tip of his tongue in a little blood, savoring the lingering bloody breath between his teeth and cheeks.