Mind Cultivation Record

Following the mysterious little monk, Xiao Mian successfully left the space fault that nearly killed him and returned to the streets of Wanzong City.

But the next moment, Xiao Mian tensed up and suddenly raised his head to look at the alley in the distance. The little monk seemed to have noticed the clue, turning sideways and looking ahead. As the two of them watched, a young monk in bright red robes emerged from the alley.

The monk seemed to be about the same age as Xiao Mian, and the first thing that attracted people was naturally the bright red robes he wore that were as red as lotus flowers. When Xiao Mian took a closer look, he saw that the monk had red lips and white teeth, a fair complexion, and a red mole on his eyebrows that looked like a lotus flower in bloom. However, this was not what caught Xiao Mian's attention. What really frightened Xiao Mian was the opponent's cultivation - the golden elixir was holding on to its power. The monk in red, who seemed to be about the same age as Xiao Mian, clearly He is a golden elixir powerhouse that is no different from Bai Jintang!

What's going on here?

Have the younger generation of golden elixir masters begun to flourish?

The reason why Xiao Mian was so sure that the other person's age was similar to his was because of his intuition. Otherwise, in terms of appearance, the scholar would only be in his thirties.

"Amitabha!" Putting his hands together, the monk asked expressionlessly: "May I ask you two, have you ever seen any evil things causing trouble?" The voice of the red-robed monk was soft and quiet. The tone of Gujing Wubo not only lacks the vitality of young people, but also shows that it is old-fashioned. Xiao Mian was stunned when he heard this, but looked at the young monk aside, intending to see how the other party would respond. The young monk was also unambiguous and smiled at the monk in red: "It's broad daylight and the universe is bright. Where did these evil things come from? Is this master looking in the wrong place?"

"The poor monk's 'Red Lotus Dharma Eyes' has already seen through a trace of evil spirit here. There is no way he can go wrong. The strange thing is that this trace of evil spirit is still entangled with my Buddhist magical power..." He said this , the red-clothed monk's eyebrows were faintly flowing with a hint of red, facing the young monk. The young monk's face changed slightly, and he snorted coldly. A white jade lotus platform also appeared between his eyebrows, and the holy Buddha's light enveloped the young monk's body. The monk in red was slightly stunned when he saw it. He looked deeply at the young monk, but said nothing, just turned around and left. The young monk shook his head and sighed softly.

"Who is that person? It seems that he is here for you!" Xiao Mian, as a bystander, was quite pleased with his misfortune. The young monk rolled his eyes at him and muttered angrily: "That guy is from Tianlong Temple! Tianlong The most outstanding Dharma monk among the young generation of the temple, Hong Lian Hua, has indeed advanced to the Golden Elixir and has also practiced the Red Lotus Dharma Eyes!"

"The red lotus eyes? Is it very powerful? How does it compare to the white jade lotus platform between your eyebrows?"

“The two are completely different and cannot be confused.”

Just when Xiao Mian wanted to find out more details, suddenly a dark purple thunder fell from the sky without any warning! Immediately afterwards, there was a violent vibration on the ground, which made Xiao Mian and the young monk look at each other in horror and their expressions changed.

It's just a purple thunder, but it still has such power after hitting the ground. This purple thunder is by no means comparable to ordinary thunder.

After comparing their positions again, Xiao Mian keenly noticed that the purple thunder seemed to be spreading from the Tianmen area, and his expression couldn't help but become even more ugly.

The next moment, a thunderous curse resounded throughout Wan Zong City.

"Damn it! If I don't say anything, do you think I'm dead!?" Following this roar, two smaller purple thunderbolts fell from the sky, and then the voice sounded again: "From today onwards , I issued the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Order: All Nascent Soul cultivators should cultivate well for me, and don’t cause trouble for me! You make me unhappy, and I make you feel uncomfortable..."

The domineering humming sound lasted for a long time, floating back and forth over Wan Zong City.

Xiao Mian thought hard and couldn't figure out who said this, what happened to those purple thunders, one big, two small, and three small. The most important thing is, what is the end of the duel between the Jade Hoe Ancestor and the Killing God? how's it going? As for the so-called Ten Thousand Sects Holy Order just now, Xiao Mian has no idea at all, but it seems that it can command the ancestor of Nascent Soul, which is a bit unbelievable. Could it be that the other party is a god-transformation monk?

While he was thinking so wildly, Xiao Mian saw the young monk beside him deep in thought, and Xiao Mian couldn't help but wink at the young monk and express his inquiry.

The little monk didn't say anything, he just stretched out his index finger and pointed towards the sky.

"Could it be the three sacred mountains?"

The little monk shook his head and pointed to the sky.

"..., the one on top of the three sacred mountains?"

"Amitabha! Buddha said: Don't say it! Don't say it!" Putting his hands together, Xiao Mian couldn't help but look up at the sky because of the little monk's words and deeds. The palace is looming, could it be that the old man who just spoke is really the old man who lives in the Golden Palace? When he thought about what Qi Zhizhai had said that day when he was stationed at the beast stream, Xiao Mian believed most of it and whispered to himself: "The Holy Order of Wan Zong? The Holy Wan Zong Temple?"

"Stop thinking nonsense! That old monster is definitely not what you and I can figure out at the moment. As long as Donor Xiao knows that person exists, there is no need to take it too seriously. Today, Brother Xiao is fighting alone against the eight tribes of Tianlong in the Demon Temple. It is expected that There are many scars, and the young monk has a grain of 'golden trace' here, which has a miraculous effect on physical wounds, so he gave it to Donor Xiao!"

While speaking, the young monk took out a small porcelain vase and intended to hand it to Xiao Mian, but Xiao Mian did not accept it and just looked at the young monk with a smile.

"Little monk! It seems that we don't have such a good relationship, right?"

"What the donor said is wrong! You and I, the Buddha, have a predestined relationship. This is a great friendship!"

"Are you from Tianlong Temple?"

"No! No! The young monk comes from a small temple in Western Shuzhou!"

"Western Shuzhou? Small temple?"

Xiao Mian was noncommittal when he heard the words, but privately he didn't believe it at all: If the young monk was said to be from Western Shu Prefecture, there would be no problem, but if the young monk was said to be from an unknown small temple in Western Shu Prefecture, Xiao Mian would not believe it even to death. Although the young monk did not confront the Dragon King just now, facing the Dragon King's angry glare, the young monk not only did not have any stage fright, but actually deceived the Dragon King and lost his fighting spirit. This kind of courage alone is not something that ordinary small temples can cultivate, not to mention The vajra-style artifact used by the young monk to take Xiao Mian out of the space fault just now was clearly a low-level magic weapon!

Young monks can use low-level magic weapons, at least they are fake alchemy monks, but not every fake alchemy monk is qualified to master low-level magic weapons!

No wonder Xiao Mian was suspicious, but the young monk obviously had no intention of letting Xiao Mian believe him. After casually throwing the small porcelain bottle to Xiao Mian, he turned and left.

After looking at the little monk's back and then at the small porcelain vase in his hand, Xiao Mian smiled calmly, put it in his arms, found the direction, and galloped away.

After the previous accident with the teleportation array, Xiao Mian decided not to use the teleportation array for the time being to avoid making the same mistake again. Fortunately, Xiao Mian's speed was not slow. Although there was a speed limit, it took him only an hour to reach Tianmen District.

But at this time, there was no one on the Heavenly Punishment Platform.

Fortunately, there were still many people under the Heavenly Punishment Platform. After listening attentively, Xiao Mian's face was sometimes tense, sometimes relaxed, and finally his face was full of weirdness.

But it turns out that the battle between the Jade Hoe Ancestor and the God of Death today was evenly matched.

The God of Killing is fierce and enterprising, determined to unify the Killer Alliance in his hands, merge them into one sect, and then replace the nine major sects of the Farmer Style. Therefore, it is a thunderous offensive as soon as he comes on stage, with the intention of overpowering the Jade Hoe Old Man. Ancestor; Although the Jade Hoe Ancestor is old, his cultivation has reached the limit that a Yuanying junior monk can achieve, and he can defuse the killing god's offensive with just a few moves. However, the Jade Hoe Ancestor has finally reached the limit. He was born as a spiritual farmer and lacked powerful attack methods. After all, he was unable to deal a fatal blow to the killing god who had advanced to the Nascent Soul.

Going back and forth inevitably leads to a protracted war.

As time goes by, the killing god's vigor gradually weakens, while the Jade Hoe Ancestor relies on his long aura to become more courageous as he fights, somewhat like he is getting stronger with age.

In desperation, the God of Death unleashed his most powerful skill - killing the world with absolute certainty!

According to the description of the spectators, at the moment when Jue Tianxia was launched, the entire Heavenly Execution Platform was covered with all kinds of flying swords, flying knives, magic weapons, bows and arrows. There was no murder weapon among them. The scene was a grand exhibition of murderous weapons.

Seeing the Killing God desperately fighting the Jade Hoe Ancestor, he was also unambiguous. The jade hoe in his hand emitted a soft jade brilliance, forming a defensive barrier around the Jade Hoe Ancestor.

One attack and one defense, both of them worked hard.

The final result was interrupted by a purple thunder falling from the sky.

After that, two smaller purple thunderbolts hit the God of Death and the Jade Hoe Ancestor respectively. It was obvious that the old man hit fifty big boards each as punishment.

Wan Zong's holy order was issued, and the Heavenly Punishment Platform was scattered.