Destiny’s Catalogue

In Ming Huang Chenxiang, the white almost transparent light ball that Shi Xuan is playing with is already half a fist size, which is more than 50% of the need to practice the Sancai Destroying Sword. It is far more murderous than the heaven that Shi Xuan expected to land. It's more than doubled, if it weren't for the sharp eyes and hands to put them all away in a few moments, I'm afraid that the great world's punishment will come.

The power of punishment on this day can't help him, but Shi Xuan didn't want to be embarrassed, especially this way is the process of dispelling the confidence of the martial arts monk and condensing the spirit of the Daoist. It is best to maintain a mysterious and powerful image.

Before the arrival of the two immortals, the King of Zhennan, and Xiao Chuhe, and after their fall, the changes in the mood, confidence, and tone of the martial arts monks were the most appropriate evidence.

Of course, Shi Xuan has achieved his goal now, and it doesn't matter whether he goes to the capital, but if he leaves at this time, it would be to push his parents and their disciples into the fire pit, so it is better to have the beginning and the end.

Gu Canghai and Wei Peining were full of spirits and joyously drove the bright yellow agarwood, keeping it at the slow speed before flying towards the capital. The surrounding disciples such as Ji Ming, Lu Yao, and Chang Ya held their heads up. , Full of self-confidence and compelling momentum, scattered all over Dao Men Qi Luck converged continuously.

In front of the bright yellow agarwood, the martial sages and grand masters who were brought by Guo Yuquan to watch the battle in order to gain something, all looked blank and fearful, as if their minds were seized, until they saw the bright yellow, they seemed to be high, Unstoppable flew towards them, and finally recovered.

I don't know who started it. They suddenly turned into birds and beasts and fled in various colors. Some went east and some went west, but most of them returned to the capital. But when I think about it with my toes, I must know that I must have gone back to curl up and took my family and disciples to escape to a remote province.

Guo Yuquan watched this scene disheartenedly. He shook his head and sighed again and again, trying to scold them for their lack of blood, courage, and even the courage to fight to the death, but they couldn't speak out. After all, even Big Brother Xiao couldn't stop the opponent with a sword. Why should these Martial Saints and Grandmasters do this mortal thing?

Even if many of them are of royal blood, they can leave Qingshan not afraid of not having firewood, and wait for their cultivation to become stronger in the future. It's not a delusion to make a comeback after you have advanced to the immortal, after the tribulation.

"Forget it, the old man will not try to be strong. Among the descendants of Brother Xiao, there are a few aptitudes that are not bad. It is better to take them away and cultivate them carefully for the future." Guo Yuquan and Xiao Chuhe have been friends for many years, and they have been close friends. He even received Xiao Chuhe's life-saving grace several times. Originally, even if he died, he had to fight hard to repay the great favor.

But the departure of these martial sages and grandmasters made him sober, knowing that the difference in strength was too great. Even if the means and hole cards are exhausted, it is hard to escape the fate of a sword. It is better to keep the useful body and leave the fire of hope.

Thinking about it this way, Guo Yuquan began to fear that the real Nian Zhong would kill himself, the last earth immortal, to remove the roots, so he hurriedly turned into a star to escape. He hurried away to the capital, as long as he could escape from the real person's consciousness in the middle, with his mortal cultivation as a realm, wouldn't he still be able to avoid it if he couldn't beat him?

There was no movement in the bright yellow roar, Guo Yuquan finally breathed a sigh of relief after escaping a long distance, and sighed in his heart, the real person in the roar did not know whether he was a big man or his self-confidence.

In Ming Huang Chenxiang, Shi Xuan watched Guo Yuquan flee indifferently. If it were not for maintaining a strong and mysterious image to shock the world, so as to condense the confidence of Taoism, he would definitely be there on the spot. Done.

Fortunately, my use of Tai Chi diagrams and innate gossip left a shallow mark on Guo Yuquan. With my suppression of the laws of heaven and earth, within three days, it would be difficult to find Guo Yuquan's mental state cultivation. It's not too late to look for him when the capital is up.

Seeing Guo Yuquan's departure, the martial arts monks watching from a distance scattered away in despair. After a short period of precipitation, the collapse-like venting has stopped, but they still cannot restore the martial arts in their hearts. Confidence, I only feel that the road ahead is dark and confused. This kind of shadow trauma on the state of mind is difficult to recover. Of course, there must be a few monks who are firm as a rock and are unwavering in the road of martial arts.

As for the bright yellow fairy, they didn't plan to follow it anymore, no one could stop it anyway.

Ming Huang Chenxiang Nian was in this loneliness, silently and firmly, slowly flying towards the capital.

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The capital, a side hall of the imperial palace.

"Old Ancestor Guo, I won't go!"

Guo Yuquan was stunned to look at the tall young man with broad eyes and thick eyebrows, profound facial features, and a four- to five-point resemblance to Xiao Chuhe. He did not expect to get such an answer, and his tone was so firm.

"Xiao Jing, do you know what you're talking about? Is that real person in the middle of nowhere that you, a little divine cultivator, can resist?" Guo Yuquan asked angrily after he recovered.

Xiao Jing stood straight, with sad eyes. The sadness did not turn into despair. Instead, a decisive force was brewed in sorrow: "If our Xiao family is gone, I am afraid that no one will dare to stand after this. Before the demon, even if I was a mantis arm as a chariot, I had to let the world know that my martial arts monk could lose my life, but my will, momentum, and courage could not be broken!"

Guo Yuquan almost blurted out a "good", but he had strong control, pressed it forcibly, and asked thoughtfully: "You are not afraid that no one will see it. No one knows what you did?"

"A clear conscience is enough." Xiao Jing answered without hesitation.

"Okay." Guo Yuquan finally said the good word.

At this time, dozens of monks broke into the temple, old and young, men and women, martial sages and subtle monks, all of them sad and sorrowful, but there was no collapse and confusion between their actions and appearances, but they took death and mourning. The meaning of decisiveness and common hatred is very similar to Xiao Jing.

"Old Ancestor Guo, let's not go!" They said together, their voices were not loud and they contained sadness, but they were extremely firm.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Death without regret!" The voice was neat and firm.

Upon seeing this, Guo Yuquan laughed loudly: "Haha, good! Good! Good! My martial arts are endless! Brother Xiao is also endless! With the seeds of your cultivation, why not worry about not making a comeback in the future. Haha, the old man will also give up. Go with this life and go crazy with you."

Guo Yuquan is not really unsure here, but he puts aside his worry, fear, hesitation, care and life. After saying this, he feels like an old man talking about juvenile madness, and there seems to be a lot less in his mind. The heavy package looked relaxed and lively, and it was as if a thick layer of dust had been wiped off, so clear.

For so many years, for the second day of the catastrophe, he tried hard, worried, worried day and night, and hadn't felt this way for a long time. The last time he stepped into the entrance of life and death.

"Perhaps, over the past thousand years, I have taken the wrong path?" Guo Yuquan laughed, and this clear understanding rose up. "It's no wonder that Big Brother Xiao, a person who looks at the world, can only connect within a thousand years. Cross the catastrophe twice."

The state of mind is as clear as water, lively and agile, Guo Yuquan suddenly noticed the faint mark, and he said with a smile: "It turns out that you are not as strong as I thought! Not that everything is under control!"

Then he laughed and said to dozens of junior monks such as Xiao Jing: "When Big Brother Xiao left, he was afraid that people would come to the capital to make trouble, so he exchanged for a set of Buddhist formations. Although it is not a complete immortal formation, there is a powerful vajra magic pestle. Suppressing the array is enough to stop the Second Tribulations cultivator, even if Big Brother Xiao himself is difficult to break."

Although they hold the belief that they will die, but there are formations to rely on, these monks will inevitably be a little happy. If this is the case, the hope of blocking them will greatly increase.

Of course, the ancestors are difficult to break, and it does not mean that the real person who killed him with a single sword is also difficult to break, but for these decisive monks, there is no need to think about this issue.

Leading by Guo Yuquan, they walked firmly out of the hall, with a sad but firm look. Every step they took, there seemed to be a strong momentum gathering.

There are dozens of monks outside the temple, with different cultivation bases, including men and women.

Xiao Jing saw a bright woman with a round face and big eyes, slightly surprised and said: "Ya'er, didn't you leave with your family?"

"Everyone else is gone, but I can't worry about you idiot." The girl Ya'er smiled sadly with her small mouth pouting.

Xiao Jing didn't say much, took her hand, smiled at each other, everything was silent.

Another young boy who was not very old saw a middle-aged couple waiting there. His eyes were flushed, tears were dripping down, and the three walked side by side.

Walking from the side hall to the main hall, from the palace to the center of the formation, this team actually gathered hundreds of people one after another, all wearing mourning clothes, white clothes like snow, mournful and decisive, with amazing aura.

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Two days later, Ming Huang Chenxiang appeared outside the capital, slowly but quickly.

Ming Huang Chenxiang is not only the five disciples of Gu Canghai and Wei Peining.

These days, as the news spread that Xiao Chuhe was beheaded by the Dao Sect real man in this mysterious Huang Nian, the world was shaken.

A lot of Taoist monks who had hid, heard the news and rushed to follow the Ming Huang Chenxiang, with their tails attached. There are now hundreds of them, not even those who have not arrived yet.

Although during these two days, the monks in the bright yellow side had never spoken to them, the monks who followed were silent with joy and excitement.

At a glance, the majestic capital shrouded in a layer of golden light was empty, with only a few hundred people.

They all wore plain mourning clothes, and all of them had sad faces, but they were sad but not chaotic, sad but not afraid. There seemed to be a strong, sad, determined, and same-hatred spirit that filled the entire capital, dissipating the sense of emptiness.

Guo Yuquan, with disheveled hair and fluttering plain clothes, stood in mid-air in the capital, and looked far away at Ming Huang Chenxiang without fear.

Ming Huang Chenxiang Nian Yi as before, silently, slowly but unstoppably flew towards the capital. (To be continued)

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