Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 491 Officially Begin

"drive!"

"drive!"

"Call..."

In the forest, the rider rode his horse soaring, regarded the rugged mountain road as flat ground, and stopped somewhere.

The vigorous rider jumped down and cupped his hands towards a person in the arena:

"My lord, the 3,000 people from the Jiazi Camp have been assembled. Asuka sent a message. After seven days, they can rush to the south of the Black Mountain."

"There are also more than 800 people in the Firearms Battalion, equipped with spiritual fire bombs and mountain mines, ready to go."

"Yeah." The white-haired general said on his forehead:

"Has Taoist Priest Crane of Huangshan sent a message?"

"Daoist Crane and his three disciples have already arrived first, and they will arrive in two days."

"Tianshan old mother, Qingqiu Huji, Beimang impermanent ghost, plus the seven masters of Wanfahui." The general narrowed his eyes:

"They are all top figures in the world, and they are more than enough to deal with just one person!"

"What's more, there are still masters of the Xingmen who have entered the mountain, and the knights of the rivers and lakes should cooperate with each other."

"Yes!" The people beside him nodded yes.

"In addition, the eighth princess is here too." Speaking of this person, the general's expression seemed to change slightly:

"With her in charge, nothing will go wrong."

"My lord." One person showed surprise in his eyes:

"The eighth princess is not well-known and has a high status. I'm afraid...it's not suitable to participate in this matter."

"Heh..." The general shook his head:

"You don't understand."

"Those who are good at fighting have no great achievements. The eighth princess is not an ordinary person, so she cannot be judged by common sense."

"You don't need to say much!"

"The army is dispatched to surround Montenegro, but anyone who comes down from the mountain, as long as he has a different heart, he will be killed without mercy!"

"Here!"

All the soldiers should be.

next moment.

The mountain forest seemed to come alive, and countless figures leaped towards the Black Mountain.

at the same time.

The army gathered around also began to break out of camp, enveloping Montenegro from all directions.

number of people.

No less than tens of thousands!

…………

Among the mountains and forests.

The maiden of Nansong, who was sitting cross-legged, pinched the Yin Jue with her hands, her body was full of energy, and the spiritual light flickered.

I do not know how long it has been.

"who?"

She opened her eyes suddenly, and the spiritual light bloomed in her eyes, and two cold rays of light spread like wings behind her back.

Beautiful, holy and incomparable.

Although Luojiao's secret technique is weird, its appearance is extremely confusing and makes people obsessed.

"it's me."

The soft voice quietly entered my heart:

"Nan Song, your Butterfly Dance and Flying Dance are improving again. It seems that you will be able to advance to the realm of real people in less than a year."

"Old Ancestor!" This voice changed the expression of the Nansong Saintess, she hurriedly knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and shouted:

"Nan Song, kowtow to Master Wu Sheng!"

"Get up."

Colorful embroidery fluttered in front of him, and a woman quietly appeared, and with a light wave of her plain hand, she lifted up the Nansong saint:

"Tell me, how is the situation in Montenegro?"

The visitor has a pretty face and an extraordinary temperament, just like a Bodhisattva in a temple.

Just by taking a look at it, one can't help but feel Confucian admiration, and dare not have the slightest blasphemy.

This kind of dharma, without other needs, can already affect other people's minds innately.

"yes!"

The Nansong saintess forcibly suppressed the excitement in her heart and nodded.

The lord of the Luo religion, the Wusheng ancestor, the Wusheng old mother of the previous generation, the most honorable person in the world.

It is said that his strength is no less than that of a living celestial master.

this.

Came here unexpectedly!

After Nansong finished talking about what happened some time ago, Patriarch Wusheng narrowed his beautiful eyes and his face was full of thought.

"Using his own power to evolve the illusion that covers the entire Black Mountain, the power of this person's soul is simply terrifying!"

"It seems that the rumors are true."

"This person must be Zhuo Baifeng's senior."

She had fought against Zhuo Baifeng before, and she was one of the eight masters who sent him back to the west in the end.

Naturally know the strength of the opponent.

"Don't beg..."

"You followed him for a while, witnessed this man's attack with your own eyes, and told the situation one by one."

"yes!"

The maiden of Nansong bowed and answered, saying:

"Through this journey, that man made thirty-one shots, and no less than two thousand people died in his hands."

"Among them, there are hundreds of well-known masters!"

"When confronting the enemy, the methods he used were..."

a long time.

"Fire control techniques, flying swords, secret techniques, supernatural powers." Wusheng Patriarch's beautiful eyes flickered, and he suddenly said:

"Have you never seen him perform martial arts?"

"This..." Nansong Saintess was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head:

"Never!"

"However, this person should be proficient in martial arts and extremely extraordinary. There are many martial arts inheritances on Black Mountain."

"The reason why he didn't use it should be that no one can get close to him, so there is no need to use it."

"Nan Song." Patriarch Wusheng lowered his head, with a half-smile on his face:

"Are you afraid?"

"Afraid of the strength displayed by that person?"

The Nansong saintess froze, then nodded slowly:

"yes."

"It's okay." Wusheng Patriarch said slowly:

"Back then, when I met Zhuo Baifeng, I was just like you. I thought she was invincible and felt desperate."

"But the result..."

"She's dead after all!"

The maiden of Nansong raised her head, her expression began to change.

"One thing, you don't know." Wusheng Patriarch raised his head, looked at the sky, and said leisurely:

"That man is injured!"

"Huh?" Nansong Saintess was taken aback.

"Back when Zhuo Baifeng was alive, this person was recuperating somewhere, even though the Taiyi Sect was destroyed, he didn't come out of the mountain, obviously the injury was extremely serious." Wusheng Patriarch said:

"Right now, the injury should not have recovered. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to be pushed close."

"but……"

She paused slightly and said:

"From your description, it can be seen that his strength is slowly recovering, and he is stronger every day than before."

"Yes." Nansong Maiden nodded:

"In the beginning, when we were in Ling County, Kang Jinlong and others could push him close, but now I'm afraid it won't work."

"That is to say, this person's injury is in the body." Wusheng Patriarch smiled lightly:

"As long as you can get close to him, force him to give up flying swords and spells, and fight hand-to-hand, there is a chance of winning."

"Well said!"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

"who?"

Wusheng Patriarch's face turned cold, and he suddenly disappeared in place, only countless threads of spiritual light expanded colorfully.

There is no way to live!

"Shua!"

The light of the knife flashed away.

The air trembled.

The Saintess of Nansong didn't even see what happened, she was dragged back by Wusheng Patriarch.

A woman with stiff skin and body like a corpse appeared opposite, standing quietly.

"It's you!" Ancestor Wusheng obviously knew this woman, his eyes narrowed:

"Unexpectedly, you are here too."

"No!"

She shook her head slightly:

"It's normal for you to come."

"You shouldn't have come." The woman's voice was cold and her expression was stiff.

"Why shouldn't I come?" Patriarch Wusheng's face darkened:

"I was also the one who killed Zhuo Baifeng. If you can't take down this person, I will not escape in the future."

"That's right." The woman's eyes moved slightly, and she nodded slowly:

"In this way, we can reach a consensus that that person is our common opponent."

"so……"

She stretched out her bare hands:

"Lend me Yin Bodhi."

"Don't even think about it!" Patriarch Wusheng's complexion changed drastically:

"Yin Bodhi is the most precious treasure of Luojiao, how can it be borrowed?"

"No." The woman pressed the handle of the knife at her waist with one hand, her expression remained unchanged, and her voice was as cold as wind:

"Just die!"

Her voice is not loud, but people dare not doubt its authenticity.

An invisible murderous intent enveloped the world.

The corners of the maiden's eyes twitched, and everything around her seemed to be withering as far as she could see.

Insects, birds and beasts lost their vitality silently.

Wusheng Patriarch's beautiful eyes shrank, and he pinched the seal with his hands, but he didn't dare to make the slightest movement.

Who is this woman?

To make the ancestor so afraid?

a long time.

"good!"

Wusheng Patriarch nodded slowly:

"If you can kill that person and abandon Yin Bodhi, what's the problem?"

The saintess of Nansong opened her eyes wide, and she turned her head in disbelief. The ancestor actually flinched?

"Da da……"

The back of the woman gradually recedes until she disappears.

Wusheng Patriarch also heaved a sigh of relief.

"I know what you want to ask." She glanced at the Nansong saintess, shook her head and said:

"This woman's name is Ying Huo. She is a different kind. I'm not afraid of her, but it's unnecessary."

"and……"

"She's strong!"

…………

"Clatter..."

Countless spiritual objects floated in the flames, melted one after another, turned into the most refined and pure air, and submerged into Mo Qiu's body.

Being nourished by many spiritual things, his cultivation base also recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The physical body is getting stronger and stronger.

The place where he is located is a wide platform with clouds and mist lingering on it, like a fairyland.

Guo Zirong, Zhuang Henyu, Chen Minghe, Tian's siblings and others sat cross-legged on the stone platform.

the end,

The stone steps extend up.

A personal figure stepped onto the stone platform one after another.

Every time a person comes, a futon will be placed on the stone platform for them to sit and listen to the lecture.

now.

More than forty days passed, and there were already thirty-nine people on the stone platform.

Among them were Zhang Qingqiu, Xu Yunfeng, and several first-class masters from all sides.

What is strange is that two young people who do not know martial arts also went to the stone platform.

No one said anything, just quietly looked at Mo Qiu above.

Don't ask to sit cross-legged on the raging flames, the yin and yang qi circulate around the body, and the aura of the five elements swims.

Lie Yan sometimes turns into a lotus platform, sometimes evolves into various strange beasts, and the might of the vastness is completely restrained.

Forty-nine days later.

"when……"

Accompanied by a deafening sound, the spiritual light covering the entire Montenegro shrank rapidly.

In the end, it turned into a stream of light, which disappeared between the eyebrows without entering.

"Today, Mo Mou was ordered by the sect to teach the Dharma here. Those who hear the Dharma are all destined."

"In the future, if you are cautious in your words and deeds, and strictly abide by the rules of the sect, you can enter the outer sect of Taiyi Sect and study the immortal law carefully."

The sound falls.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the crowd at the end:

"You can enter the outer door and listen to the Daoji inheritance."

"when……"

Accompanied by the melodious bell ringing here, many perceptions fell into the sea of ​​knowledge of everyone.

Instantly.

Those who originally had doubts about the inheritance of the Taiyi Sect were all obsessed with their thoughts.

As for the purpose of coming here.

It has long been forgotten.

…………

Mo Qiu at this time, Shi Shiran had already descended from Montenegro, and stepped into the military camp not far away.

Dharma transmission has already begun.

The imperial court in this world should also change appropriately.