Legend of the Cultivation God

"Tong Xi ~" that Jin Jiaru will nod slightly, his eyes slightly stunned, look at the disc above the closed eyes, no slight movement of Yuan Ying, said, "This is already the third! Wang Di is really lonely The unparalleled think tank, the country of the two gates was ruined, and it was the next effort to go to the Tibetan immortal continent to find the Taoist Yuan Ying. In two years, it was only the capture of fourteen yuan infants. There was a big gap between the immortals and the immortals. On the side of this Yaotai, I took three in a dozen days."

"Haha, this is the blessing of the king's brother!" The Confucian swayed and smiled. "If it wasn't for the brother-in-law, how could I know the meeting of Yaotai from the mouth of the monk? And it is said that this meeting at Yaotai Most of them are the so-called Jindan monks of Daomen. There are not many Yuan Ying who can participate. I have met Yuan Ying’s monks in a row. Isn’t that the brother of Hongfu Qitian? The brothers only need to complete the life of Xian. It must be favored by the Immortal Palace, not to mention the creation of an imperial empire, but it is also a good time to be in the Xianban!"

"Reassured! You and I have a side by side, with a lonely, there will be no less Wang Di!" Jin Jiaru will laugh, "waiting for the lonely **** of the Yuan Ying, I will wait for the first Four yuan infants!"

Said, Jin Jiaru will be born with a dragon pattern, until the Confucian will bite the middle finger, a drop of blood seeps out, the backhand points on the dragon pattern, a **** red dragon rushes into the air, the Confucian index finger in the middle of the air Move, the dragon gas with the waving of the index finger, an inscription like a dragon roar appears in the sky above Yuan Ying...

However, before the completion of these inscriptions, the Confucian brow wrinkled, flashing five colors of brilliance between the eyes, turned to look at one place. Remind: "Wang brother, I am afraid that time is not enough. It seems that there is a Taoist monk coming over there?"

"Oh?" Jin Jiaru showed a happy face on his face. He will have a mouth, a few inscriptions already written, and the remaining dragons will immediately inhale the mouth, lift the hand, and the sky above the disk. Surging, the Yuan Ying of Xuan Songzi was pressed into the Imperial Appliance, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled. "These monks are for the signing of a national teacher. It seems that the rush of the river, the temptation of the world's fame and fortune, even the outsiders can not escape!"

"Wang Xiong and hidden his body shape, I went to see!" The colorful colors in the Confucian eyes are awkward. "Waiting for my signal. Wang brother is in trouble."

"Well..." Jin Jiaru will be rushing through the air. Holding the figure into the sky, the disc also flies up and becomes a layer of white clouds, which is generally the same as the height. The Jin Jiaru will be covered by dozens of feet. Confucian scholars waved the five-color sword in their hands, and the sword was transformed into a rainbow. The figure of Confucianism also fell into it, and the swordsman rushed into the distance!

However, it was half a meal, the sky was far away, and the flash of the sky flashed, and then the sound of silk and bamboo sounded, but I saw a dozen children holding music in their hands standing in three or five huge fires. On the fly, the fire is a few feet in size, the fiery wings flutter, and a glimmer of flame rushes into the air. "Oh..." Occasionally, the fire slams and sings, and several fierce flames spout from the fire. The boys are dressed in red robes, and the cuffs of the robes are dotted with flame lines.

After the fire, there were several fire blankets. On each fire blanket stood a monk dressed in the same robe. These monks were a little older, one by one, and both eyes, each with a huge back. Gourd.

After the monks are a red fire chariot pulled by a fire dragon, the fire dragon does not have to say, the length is only a few ten feet, the flames of the whole body are entangled, and the flame of a glimpse is like a beating rhythm. Speaking of the fiery red chariot, a majestic breath emerges from the chariot. Anyone who looks at the chariot at a glance, a kind of blazing heat will fill the entire field of vision. This unforgettable breath will be in midair. The floating clouds rushed around. Not to mention the flames on the top of the chariot are red and black, and the black fire heart will distort the void passing by the chariot!

Look at the chariot above, a monk-like monk sitting quietly on his face, his body robe flashing golden light, a dark flame pattern in the eyebrows flashing slightly, this monk looks like It is extremely inconspicuous on this huge chariot, but the fire of the whole chariot and the horrible atmosphere seem to move with the breath of the monk!

"Oh?" Suddenly, the monk’s mouth and nose whispered, the whole chariot was full of fire, and the majestic atmosphere rushed into the air...

"Stop..." A middle-aged man who was closest to the monk hurriedly spoke, and the boy who played the music before the stop stopped.

"Old ancestors..." The middle-aged man hurried back and whispered, "What can you tell?"

The child ignored the middle-aged man, his eyes opened slightly, and the two groups of faint fires flashed from the dark eyes. The children looked up and faintly said: "You are a dragon, afraid of being a country." Lord, today is hiding here, but looking for the right national teacher?"

It’s a pity that I’ve been half-baked, and no one has heard anything. The child was not angry. He said in a faint tone: "The old man is a real person from the fire country. He was invited by the Hongjun Temple Kong Hongwu to go to Yaotai. If you are looking for help, you can help you to settle in the country. After the meeting, I will meet all the stars. But..."

Speaking of this, the real voice of Huo De suddenly chilled down: "But the old man has seen that your Confucianism has reached the level of Yuanli's four products. With the dragon can force the people of Yuanli, you are afraid of not Do you need my national teacher? The old man advises you, my heart is awkward, my Taoist monk is also a star in the eyes of Xian Gong, not you can wait for the mainland emperor to understand. The old man is a Taoist monk, although he can’t rush You kill, but... If you don’t listen to the old man’s words, you will go your own way, and you will have to fall into the hands of my disciples sooner or later!”

It was a moment, and Huo Dezhen’s hand waved and said: "Let's go..."

"Starting..." The middle-aged monk listened, and hurriedly waved his hand. The sound of the silky bamboos of dozens of boys in front of him was revived. The fire dragon roared and the chariot started again. After the chariot, a dozen young and beautiful The woman is dressed in a palace dress, holding various instruments in her hand, and her body is full of jade.

Just as the chariot of Huide’s real man flew over a hundred feet, at the height of the sky, a fire like a dragon suddenly emerged from the void, and it swooped toward a large group of clouds. "Boom..." a loud noise, the clouds are not like the ordinary clouds crashing away, but flashing silk golden light, although this golden light melted into the golden juice in the flame, but the clouds did not disappear.

With a meal, the shackles of Huode’s real people disappeared, and the fire dragon gradually disappeared. The clouds violently rolled. The former Jin Jiaru’s face was taken out of the clouds with anger. At this time, he was in his hands. The faint glow above the disc is still uninterrupted.

"Wang Xiong..." A far-reaching rainbow of anger emerged out of nowhere, and the Confucianism reappeared, with a kind of fear on his face, whispering. "I was also warned by the fireman, I dare not send a message. ......"

"Oh, but it is the fourth grade of Yuanli!" The Jin Jiaru will have a narrow look, and the dragon in the eyebrows will snarlly scream. "If it is alone, and then assisted by Wang Di, there is a 60% grasp. Kill!"

The Confucian was frowning and shook his head slightly: "Wang Xiong is too young to see this monk! He can easily detect the technique of hiding in the body, indicating that the Taoist **** is powerful. But the monks who read the outstanding monks generally have others. Unexplored mystery, I am waiting to kill Yuan Yingwan can not be known by the so-called Xingjun Temple. Moreover, this Huide real person is the person who was invited to this Yaotai meeting. If he made a mistake, the whole The gates of the Tibetan Immortals will not agree!"

"This Star Jun Temple... What is it?" Jin Jiaru will not be able to ask, strangely asked, "Who is the real person called Huo Hongwu? How do you know?"

"These are the means of the immortal palace to fool the door?" Confucianism laughed. "I don't know that Wang Xiong does not know, that is, the Taoist monks who have not participated in the Yaotai meeting may not know."

"But..." Jin Jiaru will wave his hand. "This time, it is enough to get three yuan infants. Now it is close to the Yaotai meeting. Let other monks know it."

"Yes, but listen to Wang brother!" The Confucian is very gracious, bowed and replied.

Jin Jiaru will wave his hand, and the disc will fall into a dragon-shaped cloud. The Confucian will fly on the cloud and tell him: "Wang Di, come up, go back to China with the lone!"

"The younger brother did not dare!" The eyes touched the dragon-shaped auspicious clouds. Confucian scholars gave birth to fears and respected them. "This mountain river is the shackle of the country of Beijing and Qin. It has always been controlled by the monarchs. The younger brothers dare not approach three feet." ”

"You are not guilty!" Jin Jiaru said with a smile.

The Confucian still dare not dare, and said: "Even if Wang Xiong promised, the younger brother did not dare to control the jade. Also asked Wang Xiong to control the jade, the younger brother opened the way for Wang Xiong in front of his head."

"Oh, okay!" Jin Jiaru will shake his head slightly. "Now you have to be the king of a country. You are still so cautious in the face of being alone."

"Oh, Wang Xiong is relieved. Although the younger brother can be called Jun, but the name of the monarch and the king of the brother has been established as early as the time when the brothers were settled, this life will not change." Confucian smiled, the figure is again Sword, if the same with the Yuan Ying monk, the rainbow usually rushes to the distance.

After Confucianism left, Jin Jiaru hangs a smile on his mouth, and the dragon-shaped cloud of the dragon is flashing golden light, and the same meteor-like chase up.

However, it was more than half an hour, and the two had already flown for thousands of miles. Seeing that the mountains were stacked under the roof, the sun was shining under the head, and Jin Jiaru would smile with a hand: "If I have a cliff, I have expanded the territory of the empire here, I hope that my emperor will always be a tyrant, and the people of the celestial being are my son." (To be continued...)