Great Dao Ji

The mountains and rivers are like forests, the vegetation is like the sea, and the green color is like an ocean.

Lin Ailong stopped in mid-air, lowered his eyes and looked down. He saw a large spiritual field in the middle of the forest, and many rare birds and animals.

Phew~

As soon as he thought about it, he landed in front of a quiet bamboo forest in the forest.

The bamboo forest is quiet, and there seems to be the sound of a piano.

Lin Wenlong carried the divine sword on his back, slightly cupped his hands, and said loudly: "Wanfa Lin Wenlong, I would like to meet the contemporary credit swordsman."

There are far more sects in Dongzhou than there are in the dynasty. There are sects of various sizes in countless famous mountains, rivers, cities, lakes, and inland seas.

But except for the three major holy places and the ten major sects, there are not many sects that can be passed down for thousands of years.

More sects, large and small, rise today and disappear tomorrow, disappearing into the long river of history. The traces, inheritance, and magic weapons left behind have become the 'adventures' of each generation.

The Shengdao Sect is an extremely insignificant sect among the countless sects in Dongzhou. There are only three or five people in one generation, and the disciples never get together.

Of all the people, the only ones who can be found are those who borrow knives on credit.

Buzz~

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, as if someone was pressing the piano with their hands.

After a slight pause, an old and ethereal voice came out from the bamboo forest: "Since Fellow Daoist Lin is here, come in."

Lin Erlong nodded and stepped into the bamboo forest.

This bamboo forest is not an ordinary bamboo forest. The bamboo forests in it are all spiritual plants that have been cultivated quietly. The roots are as green as jade and emit a delicate fragrance.

In the forest, there are white hairs of different sizes, with black and white coats intertwined, making them look honest and silly.

Walking through the bamboo forest, there is a clear spring and several thatched huts.

A burly figure with his back to fishing, wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat.

"Lin Aolong has met the senior."

Lin Erlong bowed slightly.

The inheritance of the Shengdao Sect seems to be only more than 20,000 years old. Compared with the ten major sects, the three major holy places are naturally insignificant, but among the small sects, they can be considered to have a long inheritance.

Not to mention, there are only three to five people in each generation of the Shengdao Sect.

It is naturally very rare to be passed down for such a long time.

"Fellow Daoist Lin is too polite."

The burly figure turned around, raising his straw hat slightly, revealing the bear's face with black and white fur.

This so-called person who borrowed knives on credit turned out to be a whitehead too!

An old monster!

But Lin Aolong was not surprised. It was obviously not the first time.

"Twenty years ago, is Fellow Daoist Lin here to retaliate?"

The credit card man spoke.

The voice is old but not unpleasant. Instead, it carries the desolation of the years, as if an old monk who has seen through the world of mortals is reciting sutras devoutly.

"Thanks to the guidance of his seniors twenty years ago, Lin Aolong achieved what he has achieved today."

Lin Ailong stood up slowly, flipped his hand, and an ordinary short knife floated towards the knife owner like a piece of paper: "Senior once said that when the divine body first came down the mountain, it was time to return the knife. Today, the day has come."

Tsk~

The dagger fell to the ground, submerged to the handle.

The person who borrowed the knife nodded: "Everyone gets what they need, but there is no need to thank me."

"call!"

Lin Aolong slowly exhaled before speaking: "I'm here today, firstly to retaliate, and secondly, to beg for another blow."

"You and I have only one chance of fate."

The person who borrowed the knife shook his head and refused directly.

"senior?"

Lin Ailong frowned slightly and took out a small green bottle from the Qiankun bag: "This is a bottle of top-notch Wanfa pills, and there are three pills in it."

"It's not about the elixir."

The man who borrowed the knife still shook his head: "It is a rule of my sect that no one should borrow anything from outside the body on credit. The elixirs in Wanfa Tower are naturally the best, but they are not enough for me to make an exception."

The Shengdao Sect is based on Dongzhou and the world, and it relies on no contest, no matter what resources, no magic weapon, no disciples, no matter what.

I never charge anything when I give a knife to someone on credit.

"Senior, do you know what I ask for?"

Lin Erlong's eyes narrowed slightly.

It is difficult to know the secret of heaven. Among the many sects and holy lands, there are not many who can deduce it. Although the Wanfa Pavilion exists, it is not something he can urge.

"Know."

The man who borrowed the knife nodded: "You want to know the secret of the King's Tower."

"Senior, does he know?"

Lin Yaolong concentrated slightly and looked at the knife loaner in front of him.

"The Tower of Kings"

The man who borrowed the knife recited it again, nodded, and shook his head: "I know its origin, but don't know its secret. Even if you beg, I can't help you."

"Senior doesn't know either?" Lin Aolong was a little doubtful.

"Even the ancient Holy Emperor cannot know everything, let alone me?"

The knife owner smiled, the fur on his face ruffling in the wind.

"Senior, since you don't agree with me, why do you still want to see me?"

Lin Ailong didn't know if the person who borrowed the knife in front of him was lying to him, but there was nothing he could do.

This knife-wielding man's cultivation is unfathomable, at least he is in the realm of Ten Thousand Dharma. He is no match at all. Moreover, even if he has mastered Ten Thousand Dharma, he may not dare to take action.

There are quite a few masters who have fallen into the hands of this knife loaner.

"If I didn't see you, you would never leave. You would wait outside the bamboo forest and finally break in out of nowhere. In that case, why don't I see you?"

The man who borrowed the sword had a deep look in his eyes, which made Lin Aolong's heart tremble slightly.

"in this way"

Lin Erlong arched his hands and said, "I'm leaving now."

Of course he wouldn't beg and beg, he would cup his hand, put down the Ten Thousand Magic Pills, and turn around to leave.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, please stay."

Just as Lin Yulong was about to leave, the knife owner stopped him.

Lin Aolong raised his eyebrows: "Senior, what else do you have to do?"

"Fellow Daoist Lin's talent is peerless. There are not many people in Dongzhou who have better talent than you in twenty thousand years."

The knife owner stared at Lin Aolong and said calmly:

"You have gained a lot, and the Wanfa Tower inheritance is enough for your practice. Why ask for more? If you have great ambitions, you might as well meditate in the mountains for two thousand years."

"Um?"

Lin Yaolong didn't expect him to say such a thing, but he immediately reacted and his face suddenly became solemn: "Senior said, I am going to the King's Tower."

The knife owner drooped his eyelids and covered his eyes: "I didn't say anything."

Lin Yulong thought about it in his heart. After stopping for a long time, he bowed and retreated.

He vaguely guessed what the knife owner wanted to say.

Huhu~

Lin Erlong left, and the bamboo forest returned to calm.

The man who borrowed the knife glanced at Bai Zhi, who was sitting by the stream not far away: "Why don't you play the piano?"

The one with white hair is taller and taller.

Hearing the knife owner's inquiry, he couldn't help but ask: "Ancestor, what exactly is the King's Platform?"

"The King's Terrace, that is a cemetery, a cemetery where you are buried."

The man who borrowed the knife had a faint look in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something:

"That happened a long, long time ago. After that man became enlightened, he traveled all over the world and the sea of ​​stars, collecting the bones of all his former enemies and burying them in one place. Later generations called it the King's Platform."

"No wonder the bones of the kings are called the King's Platform."

The tall white man was slightly stunned, but then he was a little surprised: "Is it just an enemy?"

"Only enemies."

The person who borrowed the knife nodded and couldn't help but sigh: "Well, where do you have friends?"

"But ancestor, if you tell Lin Aolong not to come out of the mountain, is it because he will die on the King's Platform?"

The white scorpion asked again.

"That's not true"

The man who borrowed the knife shook his head. He had no words to hide from Lin Aolong, but he had nothing to hide about this white scorpion: "But his only chance of survival is in Wanfa Tower."

"That's a shame."

The white man shook his head and sighed softly. He could see Lin Aolong's disapproval, and felt a little pity for this famous genius.

The man who borrowed the knife knocked on the fishing rod, swung the fishing line, and landed in the clear river: "These people, everyone wants to sweep away their contemporaries, everyone wants to be invincible, and they all want to be crowned princes and kings. supreme

But since ancient times, there have been many corpses on the road to the Supreme Being, and all the kings have to die, so why bother? "

The young white man with his back turned to him had a flash of light in his eyes when he heard about the kings and the supreme being.

Of course he knew that the knife owner's words were intended to dispel his thoughts.

However, the world has undergone drastic changes for countless thousands of years. Except for Guanglong Supreme, no one can achieve supreme status. In the future, the world will undergo great changes.

It will be the best opportunity for many people, and it will also be his best opportunity.

"Who in the world can survive death? Even the ancient Holy Emperor and Heavenly Lord can't!"

The young white-skinned palms stroked the strings, and his eyes were bright: "Since you are going to die eventually, why not choose the most glorious and brilliant path?"

The person who borrowed the knife did not speak, but sighed softly:

"Then, it's up to you."

Huhu~~~

The air currents roared and the wind blew.

Lin Aolong stepped into the sky, the blood energy all over his body surged, and he stretched across the sky like a red star.

"The Tower of Kings"

Lin Ailong's face was as dark as water, and his eyes were deep and unpredictable.

He naturally guessed what the person who borrowed the knife wanted to say, but this made him a little unacceptable and a little unbelievable.

He couldn't guess who could kill him.

Over the past hundred years in Dongzhou, he has fought against all the true disciples among the ten major sects, but there are only four or five who are worthy of his opponent. Among them, Blue Narcissus is one step slower than himself.

Wu Erlang, who had condensed his divine body earlier than himself, had already fought against him.

Snowy wind?

Dream innate?

Or Fa Wulong?

There were many complicated thoughts in his heart, which eventually turned into a cold current.

People's hearts are complicated. What they believe must be what they want to believe. What they don't want to believe will not be believed unless it really happens.

"People who borrow knives on credit don't make mistakes, but I need to be prepared."

There was a coldness in Lin Erlong's eyes.

There was no words all the way, but one day a few months later, Lin Aolong could already see the majestic and endless Wanfa Dragon Tower in the distance.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Before he set foot in the mountains, Lin Erlong heard loud noises in his ears. When he looked up, he saw magical powers exploding in the sky, blooming like secular fireworks.

Extremely gorgeous.

It wraps around thousands of mountains and valleys, seemingly enveloping the entire Wanfa Tower.

"This is"

Lin Ailong was slightly startled. At a glance, he saw countless cranes soaring in the sky, flying between the mountains and rivers.

People are coming and going, so lively.

Suddenly, while he was wondering, he heard a grand and melodious bell falling from the infinite sky.

Headmaster of Wanfa Tower, Qian 14, rang the morning bell!

"What happened? The master actually rang the morning bell."

Lin Aolong was even more surprised.

Of course, this is not the time for daily Qi training. The morning bell that rings at this time must mean that something big is happening. But seeing the sect decorated with lights and colorful lights everywhere, and cranes and birds dancing in the sky, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

"What happened?"

Lin Ailong traveled hundreds of miles and stopped directly in front of a crane. The outer disciple on top of the crane turned pale with fright: "Ah, Lin, it's Senior Brother Lin."

Lin Yulong's name was of course very famous among the many disciples of Wanfa Tower, and that disciple also recognized him.

He immediately replied: "Senior Brother Lin has just returned to the mountain. I didn't know that today, Senior Sister Miao will set a date to marry a Taoist couple."

In Wanfa Pavilion, apart from the clear master-disciple relationship, the many disciples in every thousand years are all brothers, but they have nothing to do with their cultivation.

"Senior Sister Miao has a Taoist partner?"

At this time, Lin Aolong was shocked.

Miao Meng, for thousands of years, has been the well-deserved senior sister of their generation. Her status is higher than that of ordinary elders, and is on par with several elders and deputy headmasters.

And his cultivation is worthy of this praise. Not to mention his ability to condense the cave, he also has a record of killing the powerful masters of the cave!

But how could she suddenly have a Taoist companion?

"yes."

The disciple nodded, looked at Lin Ailong's slightly changed expression, and couldn't help but said: "Senior Brother Lin, you don't know that Senior Sister Miao actually chose a former handyman disciple to be a Taoist companion."

"Former handyman disciple?"

Lin Aolong's expression returned to calm: "Not now?"

This is natural. Who is Miao Meng? Her Taoist companion, even if he was just a handyman disciple before, will definitely become a true disciple in the future.

"Yes, just yesterday, Yuan Duxiu became a true disciple. It is said that he was received by the master, taught the Dharma, and bestowed treasures."

When the disciple said this, his body suddenly froze, and his heart was filled with a chill.

Looking again, Lin Ailong's expression was extremely serious, and his eyes were filled with endless killing intent. His whole person was as dangerous as a volcano about to erupt.

He immediately became speechless and his heart trembled.

"you say"

Lin Erlong lowered his eyes:

"His name is Yuan Duxiu?!"

I continued to code, and I got the 10,000-word medal for thirty consecutive days!