Fantasy: The opening punch explodes the thunder calamity

He remained in the field and did not leave.

He...... There is no home.

He was an orphan who grew up eating a hundred family meals.

Since he was a child, he was taken in as an apprentice by an old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest didn't have a name, but he heard the people around him call him "Lingtian", maybe this was his Taoist name, or maybe it was because this old Taoist priest knew a lot of things that people didn't know.

Most of the immortals were told to him by this old Taoist priest.

Back in the courtyard, Xia Jiuxuan, who was covered in mud, knocked on the door of the old Taoist priest's room.

When he pushed it away, he saw that the old Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged in front of the stone statue, reciting words that Xia Jiuxuan couldn't understand.

"Master, I'm back." Xia Jiuxuan stepped forward, sat beside the old Taoist, and began to chant those strange spells in the old Taoist's mouth.

Since he was a child, Xia Jiuxuan has been chanting these mantras with the Lingtian Dao people, although he doesn't know what they mean, according to the old Taoist, this is a mental method, and long-term cultivation can make him feel the Tao of heaven and earth.

As far as Xia Jiuxuan was concerned, he didn't understand the Tao at all, and he didn't think that cultivating these things was of any use?

Despite this, Xia Jiuxuan is still serious every day, doing everything he can to do what the old Taoist priest ordered.

According to what the old Taoist priest said, as long as he cultivates hard, he will be able to meet the real immortal one day.

It's just that he has been cultivating for several years, not to mention those Xuanmen techniques that call for wind and rain, and he has never even seen the face of an immortal.

The night was approaching, and it was already late at night in a blink of an eye, and the old Taoist priest suddenly stood up and walked towards the door.

Before leaving, he turned around and instructed Xia Jiuxuan, "No matter what sound you hear, don't leave here." "

After saying that, the old Taoist priest left.

This was the first time Xia Jiuxuan noticed the serious expression on the old Taoist's face, he had always had a kind smile in the past.

Although Xia Jiuxuan was not curious to follow, he had a faint premonition in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, at the second watch, the sound in the temple stopped abruptly, and Xia Jiuxuan suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and cold sweat fell.

In a trance, he seemed to see a catastrophe, and the corpses of the villagers of the entire Lingyu Town could be seen everywhere, all over the ground.

He rushed out of the courtyard as if he had gone crazy and ran in the direction of the outside of Lingyu Town.

As he ran, the sight of corpses strewn in his mind lingered, and he gasped for breath until he tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.

"Poof!"

Xia Jiuxuan struggled to get up from the ground and leaned against the tree, but saw the old Taoist priest standing not far away.

He was about to step forward to say hello, but saw that there was another person in front of the old Taoist priest.

The man looked to be over middle-aged, wearing a black robe, which blocked his body and appearance, and could not be seen.

The conversation between the two made Xia Jiuxuan even more shocked.

"Lingtian, I can't imagine that after a thousand years, you will actually hide here!" The man in black had a hoarse voice, and in the night, it was impossible to see the corners of his mouth squirming.

The voice was harsh, as if it were coming from the throat.

"Ten thousand years ago, Kunpeng was a disaster to the world, and now you want to release Kunpeng, do you know that it will cause the entire Zhongzhou to fall into a situation of misery, do you know what you are doing?"

Lingtian Daoist looked furious and scolded sharply.

Kunpeng looks like a giant dragon, but it is far more terrifying than a giant dragon.

It is rumored that Kunpeng was born without a single grass, and even Hongyun Daozu and his disciples were killed and injured countless times before sealing Kunpeng in Lingyu Town.