Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 484

It was late at night.

The long street lights went out and there was no sound.

inside the house.

Moqiu sat down cross-legged, pinched the Yin Jue with his hands, and the air around him trembled with every breath.

His stature was not muscular, let alone gigantic.

But sitting cross-legged here, it is like a majestic mountain, firmly suppressing one side of the world.

Know the sea.

Many scrolls rolled over.

Some have been accumulated by Mr. Yinshan for many years, there are also some methods described by the two elders of Yunshan, and some of them have been obtained from the yamen of Lingjun in the past few days.

There are high and low methods, simple and complex.

Although the strongest can only cultivate to the perfection of qi refining, but you can also see a lot of things from it.

The martial arts and spells in this world are completely different from the outside world.

Most of them involve human spirits, even the three souls and seven souls, which are more in line with the rules of the cave here.

And in the outside world.

Although the method involving the soul is not absent, it is also extremely rare, and it is difficult to enter the orthodoxy.

Only those who have advanced to the Dao Foundation, or even achieved the golden core, will come into contact with such methods.

after all.

The soul is the foundation of the primordial spirit.

To become a Nascent Soul Daoist, one must have a solid soul and form a mysterious fetus.

For ordinary monks, enlightenment is still early.

"interesting!"

Mo Qiu opened his eyes, his eyes flickered.

It’s just that the recorded history of this world has nearly ten thousand years.

In the meantime, martial arts and techniques have continued to this point, even if they are not as subtle as the outside world, they still have their own unique features.

Don't say anything else.

If one day he can achieve the golden elixir, these accumulations can be turned into further merits.

Even if limited by the realm of people who practice in this world, their understanding of the law of the soul is relatively shallow.

But quantitative changes can be transformed into qualitative changes.

As long as you can obtain enough methods, don't ask yourself, you can deduce better methods.

"However, the level of the cultivation method obtained today is too low, and it is far from the best cultivation method in this Fangdongtian."

"Well……"

"coming!"

He raised his head and looked up.

Although there is a roof blocking the line of sight, one can clearly see the arrows shining with cold light.

The tip of the arrow is in the shape of a hexagon, and there is a blood groove behind it. The cold light is faint, and there are runes carved with blood on the shaft.

Arrows filled the sky, like torrential rain falling from the sky, pouring down towards the county government office.

…………

"Master Hong."

On the moon-watching tower in the south of the city, Zhuang Henyu cupped his hands at a man in a python robe and said:

"In the past few days, I have had several conversations with that person. In the eyes of my subordinates, this person has a weak heart, is not greedy for fame and fortune, nor is he a heinous person, but rather a person who wholeheartedly seeks the way."

"The subordinates feel that there is no need to be an enemy, and sitting down and talking may not be able to resolve the resentment of both parties."

"Hmm..." Mr. Hong is tall and burly, although he is old, his body is still as strong as before. Hearing this, he said coldly:

"Master Zhuang."

"Do you know, based on what you just said, thirty years ago, it would have been a capital offense!"

Zhuang Henyu's complexion changed.

"People of Taiyi Sect must die!" Master Hong's voice became serious, and murderous intent emerged from him:

"This is what His Majesty said personally."

"Back then, even His Majesty's own siblings were killed because of this. Do you think you are an exception?"

Zhuang Henyu felt a chill in her heart.

She really didn't expect that she would be so serious just to express her opinion.

No wonder...

For so many years, no one dared to mention Taiyizong, and the old man back then even avoided it like a tiger.

"That's all!"

Master Hong waved his hand and said:

"Times have changed, and this evening is different from the past. In view of your father's generation, I will pretend that I didn't hear what you said just now."

"Thank you, my lord." Zhuang Henyu bowed hastily, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

When he raised his head and looked at the figure moving towards the Yamen in the distance, he couldn't help but say:

"My lord, there are still many people in the yamen, this time..."

"No problem!" Master Hong frowned and said:

"You don't need to say much, just wait and see what happens."

"...Yes." Zhuang Henyu gritted his teeth and took a step back.

With her status, she is not low even in the state capital, but the status of the person in front of her is even more special.

He is the husband of His Majesty's Seventh Sister, a military general of the second rank in the dynasty, and a martial arts master himself.

Looking into the distance, Zhuang Henyu could only sigh inwardly.

It seems.

This time it's hard to be good.

…………

"put!"

in the dark.

One person waved his big hand violently, and then the bowstring beside him trembled, and more than a hundred cold lights slanted across the sky.

Arrows rained down from the sky.

"Peng!"

"Crackling..."

Under the swift arrows, the bricks, tiles and rafters were easily pierced and penetrated deeply into the ground.

"what?"

"who?"

"ah!"

For a while, the huge yamen was in chaos.

"Enemy attack!"

"Who is it? How dare you shoot arrows in the yamen. Do you want to die?"

With a loud roar, the arrow stuck in the ground exploded.

Countless strands of energy, wrapped in iron filings, swept wildly in all directions.

"boom……"

There was thunder on the ground.

In the courtyard, houses, walls, rockery, flowing water... were shattered, and there were many screams.

In the chaos, only a few places remained safe.

When the arrow flew through the sky, Chen Minghe woke up from his sleep and jumped out of the window with his sword.

Tian Qi and Tian Jingyi also slept with their clothes on and ran out of the house one after another.

"Zheng!"

The long sword jumped.

The pure yang sword, which is as strong as yang, is now in the palm of Chen Minghe, and the yang is actually yin.

The strength is natural, just like Tai Chi, circling for a few feet, sweeping away all the iron filings.

The land of a few feet seems to be completely isolated from the outside world, forming a world of its own.

So far, martial arts has entered the realm of transformation, and one step further, he will be a resident real person who proves the way with martial arts.

few days ago.

He was far from being able to achieve such a level, but now he was able to display his swordsmanship superbly.

This is naturally due to Mo Qiu's ability to teach the Dharma.

The Huanchen Collection has the technique of preaching in dreams, which claims to be able to dream for thousands of years, so it is easy to teach swordsmanship.

"Uncle Ming, what's going on?"

Tian Jingyi was in a panic, and even hugged a quilt, he was in a daze and couldn't recover.

"Walk!"

Tian Qi reacted faster, she tore off the quilt in Tian Jingyi's arms, and said:

"Uncle Ming, let's rush out."

"Yeah." Chen Minghe nodded, he had such power after only a few days of practice, which greatly increased his pride.

Coupled with the magic weapon bestowed by the seniors, even in the face of a real person, there is no fear in a short time.

With a loud roar, he held his sword in front and rushed towards the outside of the yamen to protect the two people behind him.

In other places, everyone who came back to their senses protected their bodies and ran out.

A corner of the backyard.

The house where Mo Qiu lived was being taken care of, and it had already been scattered, but he sat cross-legged for several feet, but he was safe and sound, as if there was an invisible force field that deflected the incoming attack.

"Om..."

The air trembled slightly.

Under the night, there were more than a hundred cold lights again, but this time they all covered this place.

Moqiu's eyes were full of flames, and the scene above was reflected in the eyes.

Different from the previous batch, the arrows this time are nearly ten feet long, as thick as an arm.

The tip of the arrow was flickering with cold light, and there was a faint light wandering around, like poisonous snakes spitting out letters, suddenly pounced on it.

"Wow..."

A layer of illusory flames emerged out of thin air, covering the surroundings.

"Peng!"

The arrow hit the flame, and the light flickered. It seemed that there was going to be some change, but it was instantly reduced to ashes.

More arrows fell to the ground.

Moqiu's eyes glanced over, and he could clearly detect in his perception that strange aura surged on the long arrow.

"boom……"

An arrow beside him suddenly exploded.

What gushes out is not a raging flame, but a puff of black smoke, with violent pieces of iron mixed in the black smoke.

"boom……"

"boom!"

One after another explosions covered tens of feet of land, and countless black smoke and iron pieces raged among them.

In the blink of an eye, this place seemed to turn into a meat grinder, killing all living things inside.

The black smoke billowed and swirled, like whirlpools, and when it touched the ground, a sheet of frost appeared instantly.

The extreme cold caused the ground to curl up and freeze, and ice marks like patterns spread in all directions.

"Crack..."

The hard rocks and iron, under the invasion of the cold air, actually cracked one after another by themselves.

Don't squint.

The ferocious bombardment of iron pieces caused the flames around him to tremble rapidly, and the cold air that spread over him was even more deadly.

In order to resist the cold outside and support the Nine Fire God Dragon Cover, the mana in his body was being consumed crazily.

"Clatter..."

Something popped up from behind, and the banner's face fluttered in the wind like a black cloud, instantly stopping the chill around it, it was Yan Luofan.

"superior!"

In the darkness, two teams roared out.

One of the teams is all wearing battle armor, with a helmet covering their heads, and only a pair of pupils are exposed outside.

They raised their swords and guns forward, with a steady momentum, and they were uniform when they charged, and they could tell at a glance that they were elite soldiers in a hundred battles.

The other group is more chaotic, the weapons in their hands are different, but their power is strong or weak.

Each of them is covered in resentful souls, their eyes are glaring, and their bodies are full of evil spirits and resentment outside their bodies.

An ups and downs is several feet.

Everyone is comparable to a martial arts master!

"Certainly!"

In the void, a melodious voice sounded.

This voice hooked the energy of heaven and earth, and quietly landed on Mo Qiu, directly attacking the sea of ​​mind, spirit and consciousness.

It's like a chain, trying to block the divine thoughts.

However...

The power of the caster is limited, and the falling chains can hardly be ignored by Mo Qiu.

Like ants shaking a big tree, it won't work at all.

"Hmm..." In the distance, Master Huiyuan's complexion darkened, and he chanted the mantra again, pointing at a distance:

"Certainly!"

Buddhist mantra.

This method is passed down from the southern sect of Buddhism, and its power is infinite.

Seeing that the opponent's soul is not trapped, the magic power is turned to connect the heaven and the earth, stopping the movement of one's energy.

"Huh?"

Moqiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

He could feel that the vitality of heaven and earth, which was originally surging like a tide, suddenly turned into a rock.

Although it is still possible to use the power within it, only one tenth of the original power is left now.

"interesting!"

In the outside world, to suppress others from casting spells, this kind of ability can only be used from high realms to low realms.

There is such a secret method in this Fangdongtian.

"amazing!"

With a soft praise, Yan Luo's banner shook behind him, and countless Yinfeng knives wrapped in flames swept all directions.

Casting spells with the help of heaven and earth vitality does have many advantages, and the power of spells is multiplied.

But Moqiu is troublesome, and he has never used it very much, relying more on his own supernatural powers.

"careful!"

"Hide!"

Facing the incoming saber flames, the crowd rushed to shout loudly, but very few actually escaped.

"Puff..."

"Wow..."

In an instant, pillars of fire soaring into the sky appeared among the ruins, illuminating one side transparently.

"Amitabha!"

Master Huiyuan's face was full of compassion, and he stepped lightly on his bare feet, and his whole body flew a hundred feet away in an instant:

"Evil, die!"

"Why!"

Beside her, Daoist Qingsong sighed, caressed Fuchen, and rushed towards Moqiu.

"Taiyi Sect, shouldn't have appeared in this world."

"I will send you on your way today!"

"It's too impulsive, I should try it a little more." On the roof in the distance, Kang Jinlong frowned:

"Two old fellows, or a monk with a profound state of mind, are they so impulsive this time?"

"It seems that what happened back then hit them hard."

Shaking his head, he fell from a high place with two maces in his hand. No matter what, he got benefits, so he always gestured.