Ask about the Immortal Way

Jinyuzhou.

The Holy King Green Fox had no interest in the Human Race's Dharma Assembly. After learning about the appearance of the ferocious beasts, he forced the Saint of Wisdom Light to take a trip out of the storm and had just returned.

There was a giant Kan map in front of them, mainly covering the northern part of Zhongzhou, and most of it marked the storm belt outside the barrier.

"According to the information collected by the Zen Academy for many years, more than 80% of the ferocious beasts appeared in the north of Zhongzhou," Saint Huiguang raised his hand and drew a circle on the map of Kanyu.

The Holy King Qinghu was a little absent-minded.

"Last night at midnight, did you sense that there was a strange murmur in the demonic voice of heaven?"

Saint Huiguang's expression froze slightly.

"You did hear it."

The Holy King Qinghu sighed softly, "Although the murmurs are extremely short, I think this king will not have any illusions. Before, the changes in the way of heaven could be used to explain the magic sound of the way of heaven. What is this murmuring? Could someone be able to erode the way of heaven?"

The Saint of Huiguang was silent for a long time and said: "It may not be a person behind it, it may still be a change in the way of heaven, creating the illusion of gibbering. That voice is obviously irrational and its meaning is unclear."

"Whatever is behind it, it's not a good sign."

The Holy King Qinghu asked, "Is it meaningful? We will know after we communicate. Only you and I can sense the magic sound of heaven in this world. Old monk, do you dare to take the initiative to communicate with it?"

"There is a high probability that there will be no response. The babble is the same as the magic sound of heaven, containing endless madness."

The Huiguang Sage did not explain why he had this inference.

The Blue Fox Holy King added: "Directly sensing the murmurs may speed up the erosion of madness, shake your and my Taoist foundation, and even cause great terror."

This is the most deadly.

"What's going on in this world?"

The Holy King Qinghu couldn't help but sigh.

Under the cover of the nest, there are completed eggs.

There are changes in the way of heaven in this world. First there are demonic sounds, then there are murmuring sounds. What else follows? Thinking pessimistically, one day, those affected by the magic sound may no longer be limited to the cultivation of gods, but will spread crazily to all living beings.

If the small world is heading towards destruction, hundreds of millions of living beings will have no choice but to die!

Saint King Qinghu and Saint Huiguang were the most unwilling.

They are already standing at the top of this world. They only need to practice step by step and accumulate enough cultivation before they can return to the ruins eastward, pass through the gate of the road sign, and escape from the cage.

When they were about to transcend, they encountered such an unheard-of strange thing that they couldn't do anything about even with their magical powers.

Under the immortals, they are all ants.

They had heard this sentence countless times when they were at a low level, and felt it deeply.

As their cultivation level increases and their status rises, they can get whatever they want in this world and control the power of life and death. They haven't felt like 'ants' for a long time.

The Saint of Wisdom and Light could not answer.

Their eyes fell on Kanyu Map again.

The Green Fox Holy King said: "The frequency of ferocious beasts appearing is obviously not as frequent as at the beginning. Be sure to capture the next ferocious beast that passes by. I don't want to wait for hundreds of years!"

The Saint of Huiguang said: "Even if a ferocious beast has the same level of cultivation as you and me, it is very difficult to capture it alive. Fierce beasts are not afraid of fear, and will become more ferocious after being injured. It is impossible to capture them without mercy, and you need to be fully prepared. "

"Half of the formation flags in my palace guarding immortal formation are ancient immortal flags. In addition, old monk, you personally preside over the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation, so we are quite confident. However, we need to introduce the ferocious beasts into the formation step by step. You still need to make a thorough arrangement in advance, and start setting up the situation from the previously selected location..."

Holy King Qinghu said as he clicked on the map of Kantu several times.

The two of them were discussing the hunt for a murderer.

The ceremony is in full swing.

The Saint of Huiguang deliberately lured the snake out of the cave. Not only did he erase the memories of the monks near Wuwang Hall, he also deliberately concealed his whereabouts. Only a few people, including Master Xingji, knew about the return of the transformed spirit.

Today's Dharma Assembly has reached the most eye-catching part of the battle.

Jinyumen specially refined a Jinmen formation for this purpose.

Four thousand-foot-high golden gates stand in the sky, arranged in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.

In the middle of Kinmen, there are thick clouds like the sea.

This is the arena where monks from various factions fight.

The cloud waves are rolling, and the huge space is enough for the Yuanying monks to use their magical powers to their heart's content.

Runes flashed on the doorposts of the Golden Gate. Masters from the Golden Gate and the Jade Gate were stationed in all directions, guarding the Golden Gate, ready to respond to emergencies.

now.

Around the ring, there are seats filled with condensed clouds in all directions, arranged in layers and densely packed upwards.

The seats were so crowded that there were almost no empty seats in sight.

The due north position is relatively sparse and is the location of the strong men of each faction.

As the host, Jin Wusao, the master of the Jinyu Sect, sat in the middle and looked at the grand occasion in front of him with great satisfaction.

Ganlu Temple and Eight Views are arranged on the left and right, and other sects are in their respective places.

Master Qishen of the Eight Views disguised himself as the master of the temple, Master Zilei. After arriving in Jinyuzhou, he lived in seclusion and only appeared once at the opening ceremony of the Dharma Assembly.

The battle of wits is related to the final distribution of benefits. Even if there is something important, it will be unjustifiable not to come forward today.

In the arena.

Two figures are in the sea of ​​clouds. The fight between a man and a woman has reached its most intense stage. They are Master Yang of the Eight Views versus Yu Zhi, a master of the Jinyu Sect.

Female cultivator Yuzhi has a petite figure and jade-like skin, which is more delicate than a baby and can be broken by a blow.

She urged a three-foot-long red silk ribbon.

As the red silk dances, it emits waves of crisp golden and iron sounds.

It turns out that the red damask is also inlaid with a row of gold round square hole coins. Every time it is waved, golden and red light flashes alternately. The figure of the female cultivator moves as if dancing with the red damask. It is really beautiful.

The beauty is just an appearance.

Only Yang Zhenren on the opposite side knew the power of Hong Ling.

Yang Zhenren activated a thumb-sized jade sword. This sword was his natal magic weapon. It was made from a rare spiritual jade. It could easily penetrate the opponent's body-protecting essence and was extremely powerful.

Facing Yuzhi, Yang Zhenren was complaining in his heart.

Hidden in the precious light of the dancing red damask are extremely thin golden threads.

Every time the jade sword struck out, it would feel obvious resistance when it hit the golden thread. The power of the sword light was greatly reduced, and Yuzhi easily dodged it.

The most troublesome thing for Yang Zhenren is that when the jade sword is close to the gold thread, the gold thread will turn around and wrap around the jade sword, like gangrene attached to the bone.

'puff! ’

The jade sword returned without success again.

Yang Zhenren changed his strategy. He originally wanted Yu Jian and Yu Zhi to slowly entangle and find flaws.

Unexpectedly, when the jade sword was swimming around Yuzhi, the sword suddenly trembled and almost lost control.

Yang Zhenren's expression changed drastically, he let out a long roar, forcibly retracted the jade sword, and immediately distanced himself from Yuzhi, his face full of vigilance.

Seeing this scene, Jin Wuluo's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he turned slightly sideways, "In the opinion of the observer, what is the outcome of this battle between Qimei and Yang Zhenren?"

"Fellow Taoist Yuzhi's "The Art of Chiseling Gold and Controlling Jade" has reached the stage of transformation. Master Nephew Yang's natal magic weapon is restricted and he is about to lose."

Master Qishen was a little absent-minded.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a monk hurriedly entering the room and walking quickly towards Master Xingji.

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Yesterday afternoon, I drove home for several hours and fell asleep. When I woke up at noon, my mother didn't want to call me...

I wrote two thousand first, then I had something to eat and continued writing.