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At the top of the independent Qingcheng of Yinfeng, I also deeply felt a biting chill. At this moment, the purple qi in his body has been completed, the golden pill has turned into a lotus, the lotus has blossomed and disappeared, the primordial spirit has taken shape, and the supernatural powers have appeared, coupled with the re-comprehension of the seven volumes of the Heavenly Book, the Yin Feng at this moment is actually equivalent to most of the true immortals. After the earthly cultivators were reborn and feathered and ascended after the Heavenly Tribulation, they were only similar to the Yin Feng at this moment. For him, at this moment, ascension is already a dispensable thing, but after experiencing the Heavenly Tribulation and refining, he can give up the limited skin of the human world, and the Yuan Shen Jin Dan is more condensed. In other words, for the wind at this time, the ascension was just a passing scene.

But the scene still has to go a little bit, it has been some time since Yin Feng rebuilt the Book of Heaven, and even the thunder of Qingxiao can be led down, but he has never received the slightest information about the ascension of the fairy world, which is really strange. Even if it is like Ziwei and others who want to fly, if they get out of the dead pass, they will also be stormy, and the sky and thunder will faintly, which is the ancient saying that the saint comes out and the wind and clouds move.

Moreover, Yin Feng looked at the dark night, and felt a little trembling more and more, as if in the boundless dark depths, there was a huge danger hidden, which made him, a true immortal, shudder!

"What are you afraid of, what is there to be afraid of?" said Yinfeng silently to himself.

He is a super immortal technique, and the seven volumes of the Heavenly Book contain the Supreme Dao, although he has not yet fully comprehended it, but the seven volumes of the Heavenly Book are not re-comprehended at this time, but just picked up the existing Dao method when he was a Quartet Patrol Immortal. At that time, Yin Feng only comprehended the six volumes of the entire Book of Heaven. However, Hugh said that the six volumes are a book of heaven in his heart, and he should be invincible in the world.

However, the avenue is vast, whether it is the true immortals in the sky, or the nine ghosts gods and demons, no matter how vast the divine power is, there is always something awe-inspiring about the avenue.

According to the immortal realm, all those who have cultivated to be otherworldly and have a supreme immortal heart in their upper body, whether they want it or not, will lead to a heavenly calamity. After only experiencing the Heavenly Tribulation, it can no longer exist in this life, or feather and ascend, or turn to ashes in the Tribulation. That is to say, cultivating to the level of Yinfeng should not have existed here, and it should have returned to the fairy world a long time ago.

But nothing has happened.

The night is long, and the moon is cold. At the foot is the strange peaks and mountains, the blue rock is heavy, the Qingcheng Mountain in the dark night is only black and white, and behind the frost-like moonlight is a large area of shadows, high and grandiose, rugged and abrupt, as if a huge monster entrenched in the dark.

Yin Feng only felt that the more he thought about it, the more mysterious fog there became, and it seemed that the night was woven by clouds of confusion and doubt.

Even if he has the immortal art of moving mountains and reclamation the sea, there will be no fear in this world? In an instant, the unfathomable but powerful endless sea, the heavenly fox that destroyed his demon suppression tower, the heavenly punishment mountain that was cursed by the heavens, and Ziwei, who was dormant and could not be shut down, all passed through his heart one by one. And under the Nine Lands, at the end of the Yellow Spring, what are those big demons and trolls who hide deep in the Nine Shadows thinking?

Moreover, although Yin Feng had never seen with his eyes, he clearly felt Gu Qing who was condensing the purple lotus wholeheartedly all the time. His biggest fear is flying to the top of the stone here!

If it weren't for her, how could Yin Feng let go of the Heavenly Fox that had been collected in the Demon Suppression Tower and rush back with all his might? Although he was still hundreds of miles away from Qingcheng Mountain, those few demonic qi disappeared without a trace, and now that he thinks about it, it was just a plan to encircle Wei and save Zhao. But even if he knew that this was a ploy, he still had to come back!

What Yin Feng was most afraid of was not to encircle Wei to save Zhao, but to divert the tiger from the mountain.

Although the world is in turmoil and mourning is everywhere, he also had the intention to ignore it, and only protected her to return to the fairy world, but this hundred worlds of dust. The affairs of the world have their own fixed numbers in the vastness, and they should not be taken care of by him, a true immortal who should not exist in the world.

But Yin Feng was worried that if there was chaos in the sky this day, it would not be in line with the fixed number. Once this certain number is messed up, what can't happen? Under the traction of fortune, how can she not be affected?

This piece of bluestone, on the bank of the Wuding Heavenly River, I don't know how to absorb the essence of spiritual energy for tens of thousands of years, and I have to take off the stone clothes before I have to take off the stone clothes, and I need to bear the pain of reincarnation for hundreds of generations before I can get the immortal class. For tens of millions of years, how many opportunities and hardships will it take to turn into a positive fruit today?

How could he, how could he, how could he endure it, and let people ruin her only path to immortality for thousands of years! Hugh said that at this time, she was walking with the sky, that is, she was the enemy of the world, so what?

Yin Feng took a deep breath of the night breeze and let the biting cold soak through his body. He simply sat down cross-legged, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, there was already more jar of wine in his hand, and the wine syrup was hanging down like a waterfall, and it was all in his stomach in an instant!

The wind spewed out a strong sip of wine, and the wine in the belly was like an angry sea tide, surging up layer by layer, never stopping. Yin Feng was surprised, and raised the wine jar to take a look, and the book on the altar was marked with two big characters with iron hooks and silver: drunken country.

"He***, although these miscellaneous hairs of the Daode Sect are full of intrigue and trickery, the wine brewed is really good!" Yin Feng laughed and scolded, raised his hand, and threw the empty wine jar far into the cliff.

In this dark night, the pride is overflowing.

He just wants to stay here and see who else dares to come and stop her from ascending, a year, ten years, or a hundred years, so what's the matter?

In this vast night, the Qingxu Palace is still brilliant, and the voices are boiling.

There is a side hall in the northwest corner of Qingxu Palace, there is no decoration, only two dim lanterns are hung above the temple door, and the light is not more than three feet away. There is a simple incense case in the hall, and a set of Taoist robes and a Taoist crown are placed on the case. In front of the incense case, Xuxuan held a three-pillar incense stick, stood silently for a moment, and then inserted the incense stick in the incense burner. There is a tablet on the table, and the book is wasted.

In the battle of Zhang Yinyin's attack on the mountain, in order to save the void in the hands of one, there are no bones. In desperation, Qingxu Palace had to take the Taoist robe and crown before his death, and made a clothing crown tablet for people to pay tribute. Although the seniority is high, the rank is low, and he is not an important person in the Qingxu Palace, and there are many guests in the palace, and there is an endless stream, so it is not suitable for a large funeral banquet. Therefore, an incense case was set up in this remote corner, and after 7749, he was buried in the Houshan cemetery.

After the first three days, even a few disciples who had been passed down by their own disciples were not very diligent. At this time, it is the dead of night, and no one will come. However, every time after the third watch, when there is no one in the middle of the night, Xuxuan will come quietly, put on the three pillars of incense, and sweep the case week.

Xuxuan remembered that although this junior disciple was extremely diligent and hardworking, his talent was really mediocre, and his cultivation had been at the bottom of the realm of the Void Character Generation, and until today, he has not even been mixed with a real person. Because he hated it, the previous generation of Qingxu Sect Masters gave him a nickname. Hugh said that the brothers and sisters of the Xuzi generation looked down on Xudu, and even the younger disciples were unwilling to follow him, Xuxuan had deliberately selected some disciples with outstanding qualifications to worship under the Xudu sect, and Xudu also taught carefully, but once they learned something, these disciples all sought to climb another high branch. In fact, they can't be blamed for spending their time in cultivating mediocre, and their explanations in many mystical realms are a little unclear. Whenever a disciple wants to throw himself into another wall, or the brothers come to ask for a disciple, he always agrees. The disciple changed to the sect to report to the master, every time Xuxuan knew, he only sighed secretly, and when he recruited new disciples in the coming year, he would choose one or two good ones for the waste.

In the group of imaginary characters, only the void will take care of the vainness, but seriously speaking, it is not a great favor. I didn't expect that when I saw him on weekdays, I would have held it up and pulled it all in my heart, and finally repaid it with my flesh and blood to block the punch of destroying the immortals and demons! If it wasn't for Zhang Yinyin's attack on the mountain, maybe the wasted would have been silently remembered for a lifetime, and even Xuxuan didn't know.

If there is no day, how can you know your mind?

Xuxuan took the broom again, swept the area around the incense case spotlessly, arranged the robe, and walked out of the hall. When he arrived at the door of the palace, Xuan Xuan suddenly sighed, and the clear air around his body rose, his hair fluttered, his face was flushed, his eyes were as bright as the starry sky, and his old age and fatigue disappeared.

Xuan Xuan snorted, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and slowly stepped over the threshold of the hall. At this time, the Qingxu Sect was in charge, and every gesture was like an abyss, and it had its own momentum and majesty, which made people have to look up to it.

Although the night is deep, there is still a surge of people in the Qingxu Palace, and guests can be seen traveling at night, admiring the moon and discussing the road, and they are very happy. Seeing Xuxuan passing by, they were all bent by Xuxuan's bearing and demeanor, and they all stood up and saluted respectfully. Xuan Xuan smiled and returned the courtesy, and no one was missed, no matter who the other party was, the number of etiquette was not sloppy. After Xuxuan went, all the guests praised the Qingxu Sect for being really humble and open-minded, worthy of being the leader of the world's largest faction, and sooner or later in the future, he would surpass the Ziwei of the Daode Sect and ascend to the fairyland first.

Xuan Xuan walked forward slowly, and naturally took these discussions into his ears. He has no intention of joy, and his heart is heavy, all of which is a wasted tablet. As for these guests, although they are not big people, and there is nothing surprising about their cultivation, but this is the rivers and lakes, and nine and a half of the ten monks in the rivers and lakes are ordinary and destined to have no achievements. won the hearts of the people, and Qingxu will have a prosperous foundation in the future.

Therefore, what these guests think of as a master of the Tao, Xuxuan will reveal himself as he is. If there really be a person who has attained the Tao standing in front of these people, but it is different from what they think, what they think, they will definitely laugh and ridicule, and say that such a person can also be regarded as a great way?

So all the hard work, all kinds of disguises, just for the sake of people's hearts.

The mountain is full of guests, I don't know when the banquet will be dispersed, just like this long night, and I don't know when it will come to an end

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