Perfect World

After completing the Thunder Dao Bao Technique, the little boy's whole body became more energetic. The lightning was domineering, which represented the strongest and most yang. It was embedded in his body and developed a different kind of aura.

Of course, this is just one of his treasures, and it does not affect his true temperament. It just adds a kind of perseverance to his clear eyes.

He has a head full of black hair, and he has mastered two major magic arts. Perhaps it can be said that the two original magical powers have been transformed and sublimated, making them more powerful and powerful.

Monkey's wine and medicine are very powerful. Rays of rays of light are running around Mu Yan's body. His bones are crackling, his flesh and blood are pulsing, hematopoiesis and bone regeneration are beginning to reorganize.

He was about to die, but he was pulled back by life and death. The divine wine brewed with dozens of elixirs had a very overbearing and powerful effect, and he began to regenerate his muscles and bones.

After sitting cross-legged for a day and a night, and carefully working on the runes, Mu Yan finally recovered and his body was fine. It was a miracle that he could survive such an injury.

"It's really amazing. I was lucky enough to drink the legendary monkey wine, which really makes me happy." Mu Yan laughed.

The little one was touched. Although Lei Zu had a fiery personality and had been subjected to hellish training for more than a month, which seemed harsh, he was really a good person and almost died for him.

"Very good." After returning to Butian Pavilion, Mr. Liu nodded, showing joy.

"What kind of place is the Ancient Holy Courtyard? Can I go in?" asked the little boy.

Both old men sighed and shook their heads.

"That is actually a small world. It has been passed down since ancient times and is only opened once every hundred years. It has the insights and imprints of the saints."

"Unlike Baiduan Mountain, the Holy Courtyard is only open to one or a few people."

Both of them were very regretful. If Shi Yi hadn't been a genius and exceeded their expectations, he actually stepped in directly. They would have sent the little one in anyway.

It's closed now and it's too late to say anything.

There is no definite date for when it will be opened. Even if the Butian Pavilion ceases to exist, the Ancient Holy Court will not be affected. Only when the time comes will it reappear in the human world.

"There may be insights from predecessors and great blessings can be gained there, but every gain must be followed by a loss. Some detours will be avoided, but cultivation is about refining the body and tempering one's nature, and a part of the journey is missing."

"That's it, then I'd better fight my way through this mortal world by myself and move forward step by step." Xiao Bu nodded.

In the next few days, the little boy studied the magic, read the bone books, and chanted sutras every day to consolidate the results of the past six months of practice, and his physical activity became more and more powerful.

"Why did this guy change his gender? If he had been unable to sit still before, he would have gone outside to do some mischief." Big Red Bird muttered.

"He chants sutras all day long and sits for the whole day. He is really just like those old guys from Xiao Xitian." Er Baldy also sighed.

"Chi la"

A bolt of lightning flew over, and the two of them shone brightly. Then black smoke rose up, and they fell to the ground twitching.

"How come this guy's ears are so sharp that he can hear from such a distance." The two were angry.

The little boy has 100% of his lightning skills, and his power increases rapidly. He is considered a top-notch magic. If he fights against others, he will naturally be even more terrifying.

"Junior brother, there's a situation." On this day, someone came to see him.

"What's wrong?" The little boy opened his eyes and stood up.

"There have been some figures outside the mountain gate recently, and we caught one. He is actually a member of the Kun tribe, and he is here for you!" A senior brother informed.

The little boy frowned. The four major clans of Li, Yuan, Kun, and Meng clashed with him in the Virtual God Realm. They even wanted to kill him for revenge at Baiduan Mountain, but they were all killed.

Now someone has appeared again, and this is really a ghost.

"It's okay, junior brother, don't be afraid. We at Butian Pavilion have always been united. If junior brother is in trouble, we will take action. If there is a big trouble, the elders and others in the sect will not stand idly by." A group of senior brothers came over.

"Thank you, senior brother." The little one thanked him.

"What are you waiting for? Go out and show them how powerful I am at Butian Pavilion." The big red bird shouted ferociously, forgetting that it was not a disciple here at all.

"Find out the details first and see who's coming." Xiao Budian said and asked the big red bird to go and investigate. This guy was born to be a thief. He has extremely fast speed and is best suited for searching for information.

Soon, the elusive big red bird brought news that there were many people outside the mountain gate, and they were all from various sects.

The little one frowned, the situation was not good, this was obviously aimed at Butian Pavilion, and everyone was trying to find out the news.

"The four tribes of Li, Yuan, Kun, and Meng are here. They are coming for you. They are gnashing their teeth at you. They have learned that you killed all their people in Baiduan Mountain." The big red bird said.

"Go and report to the elders first, and then we will take action." A senior brother said.

There were dozens of people from the four major clans, and the disciples of Butian Pavilion were able to deal with them. Just in case, they went to report to their elders.

"I'm looking for someone." Senior Brother Wu Feng said. There are still a few people in the genius camp, and there are more ordinary disciples. As for the disciples of the old monster, there are also some who have not yet evacuated.

It didn't take long, and hundreds of people were brought in, including many senior brothers and sisters in their twenties. They had been in the industry for more than ten years and were extremely powerful.

The little one was surprised. Everyone in Butian Pavilion was really united. It was just a greeting, and so many people were attracted at once. If the disciples had not evacuated, why would thousands of people come out at once?

"Thank you, senior brother and sister." He expressed his gratitude.

"Cruel little junior brother, don't say this, we Butian Pavilion disciples must not let others bully us. If you dare to block our mountain gate and misbehave, you must retaliate!"

"Yes, if it were other junior fellow apprentices who were bullied, we would also take action like this."

The little boy looked at his senior brothers and sisters in their twenties, as well as his fellow disciples who were about the same age as him or a few years older. For the first time, he felt the meaning of the sect and felt a sense of belonging.

Although he was not afraid, he still felt very warm being protected by many senior brothers and sisters in the sect, and he felt the harmony and friendship within the sect.

"Let's go and teach them a lesson. They dare to come to my Butian Pavilion to act wild and want to bully our junior brother. Go and wipe them out!"

A group of people rushed out of the mountain gate in a mighty force, and then, like tigers and wolves, with runes all over the sky, they went straight towards the hiding place of the four tribes.

Outside the mountain gate, there are green mountains and green waters, which are equally beautiful. There is even a sect's medicinal field. It is usually taken care of by people, but it has become somewhat deserted recently.

The people of the four major tribes were stunned. So many people suddenly appeared and rushed over to kill them. They were startled, quickly counterattacked, and then began to flee.

After all, this is Butian Pavilion. If they really want to make a big fuss, they can't afford to walk around. They just come here to wait for the opportunity. It would be better if they can get rid of Xiong Hai. If they can't get rid of it, it doesn't matter.

Their main purpose is to find out the reality of Butian Pavilion, because of the sudden turmoil in the outside world, it is said that this ancient pure land may undergo major changes, and many giant clans want to fish in troubled waters.

The ancient Pure Land has a profound foundation. If it were to be destroyed, what would be left behind would be enough to allow many clans to rise and make many sects jealous.

"Boom"

The little boy struck out with a bolt of lightning, directly knocking down a dozen people in front of him and turning them into charcoal.

"How dare you come out, little bastard!" someone roared, and a middle-aged man became anxious because one of the people who died just now was his heir, so he turned around and came to kill him.

Obviously, this is a master, capable of suppressing many young people.

"No matter who you are, if you come to the Butian Pavilion to act wild, you will be killed without mercy!" From behind, a senior brother spoke. He looked like he was twenty-six or seventeen years old. He rose into the sky, threw out a burst of fire, and was covered with runes. A middle-aged man.

With a "boom", the magic skills collided, and the middle-aged man in his thirties was unexpectedly defeated. He spurted out blood and flew out, then exploded in the air and turned into a ball of ashes.

"It's Senior Brother Lin Mu. He hasn't left yet and is still in the teaching!" Many people were surprised and then overjoyed.

This is a powerful and talented senior brother. He has been in the industry for more than ten years. He has extremely high prestige and is deeply loved by the following junior brothers and sisters.

"Kid, you have gone too far. Butian Pavilion is decaying and will fall apart soon. If you dare to be so arrogant, you will die!"

Figures were flying, and three old men appeared one after another, charging forward. One wanted to capture the little boy, one wanted to kill Senior Brother Lin Mu, and another wanted to kill an important disciple of the Xiang Cult.

They are all extremely terrifying strong men with superb methods. They are hidden among the crowd. It is indeed terrifying to suddenly attack at this time.

"No matter how much the Butian Pavilion declines, I won't tolerate your arrogance!" At this moment, several figures appeared, coming from across the sky and killing towards the front.

He is the old man in the religion. This group of teenagers were not reckless people. They had already reported the incident to their master before coming out, so they had already taken precautions.

"Boom"

After only a few encounters, the sky was already densely covered with runes, and then blood splashed, and the elders of the four major clans were killed. They were no match for the elders of Butian Pavilion.

"kill!"

Hundreds of disciples rushed forward in mighty force, trapping the four tribesmen and suppressing them.

In the end, Lei Zumuyan personally came forward and chased them down. He released a thunderbolt with dozens of thunders, completely submerging the mountain. The masters of the four tribes who fled at first were all exploded and turned into ashes.

"Anyone who dares to offend our Butian Pavilion will be killed without mercy!" He stood up in the air, thunder and lightning intertwined, and his loud shout shook all directions.

Secretly, people from many forces were shocked and all retreated, not daring to get too close. Although Butian Pavilion was not as glorious as in the past, it was not something that ordinary people could provoke.

The little one felt warm in his heart and felt very excited. This was the warmth of the sect. Everyone was united and felt more and more like they belonged together.

"I don't even have a chance to show off." The big red bird was annoyed, not even grabbing a single treasure.

This battle was very fast and devastating. It just started and ended quickly.

As the days passed, there were fewer and fewer disciples in the sect, especially some geniuses, such as Xiao Tian and Yan Xin, who were finally sent away.

There are three thousand ordinary disciples in this class alone, which is too many. In the end, the sect decided to send them back to their respective tribes. Those who really don't want to leave can stay and will be transferred one after another.

Parting is destined to be sad. From now on, some people will be difficult to see again in their lifetime.

The little one saw off batch after batch of senior brothers and sisters, and each one would pinch his little face before leaving, asking him to practice hard and stand tall in the world in the future, surpassing the sacrifice of spirits.

At that time, no matter whether there is a divine vine in Butian Pavilion or not, there is no need to fear the outside world.

"You are so cruel at such a young age. We all think highly of you. Work hard!"

One after another, familiar and unfamiliar faces, all had great hopes for him. Even when the sect was in disaster, they were still optimistic and full of longing.

Little Dot and Qingfeng also had to be sent away, because time could not be delayed any longer. The situation of the memorial ceremony was very bad, some leaves had begun to wither and turn yellow, and they really couldn't hold on any longer.

However, when they were about to leave, Mu Yan and Mr. Liu frowned. They were very uneasy after receiving the news temporarily and did not let this group of people set off.

Two days later, a terrible news came. The leader of Butian Pavilion vomited a mouthful of blood and couldn't help but scream in grief.

Mu Yan was even covered with electric light, overturned a spiritual mountain, and roared to the sky like an angry lion, extremely crazy.

Even Mr. Liu, who always looked like he couldn't wake up from his sleep, was extremely angry, with a menacing light shining in his eyes, and he was so angry that he coughed up blood.

The top management of Butian Pavilion was shaken. Everyone was going crazy, unable to bear it, and their blood was boiling.

News came that of the seven strongholds Butian Pavilion had established over the years, three had been uprooted. The disciples and the masters of the sect suffered heavy losses and were almost completely wiped out.

This is the hard work of many years of operation. They started preparing hundreds of years ago. Everything is being done in secret. Those who can be sent to the seven strongholds are the true elites in the religion.

Such a loss is too great to bear.

"Is God going to kill me at Butian Pavilion?" Yousu Lao cried out sadly, with blood and tears rolling in his eyes.

When the little boy learned about it, he was shocked, and then very sad. Not long ago, he was seeing off those brothers and sisters, but he didn't expect that they would be separated forever in the blink of an eye.

I still remember that when they were leaving, they secretly drank the elder's wine together and got drunk. When they were drunk, everyone cried and made trouble, saying that they would rebuild the Pure Land in the future. How long did it take? Farewell like this.

There were many senior brothers and sisters whom he didn't even know. They helped him fight against the four major clans, which made him feel warm. He hoped that Butian Pavilion would become stronger and feel like he was home.

Unexpectedly, not long after it passed, many people would never be seen again.

He touched his little face, and it seemed that he could still feel the feeling of those senior brothers and sisters pinching him. They warned and placed hope on him, but in the end, they were separated very quickly.

Three of the seven strongholds were uprooted, nearly half of the people transferred from Butian Pavilion were wiped out at once, and the remaining four pieces of pure land were not necessarily safe.

Now the remaining people in the church can no longer go.

There was sadness all over Butian Pavilion.

"As long as you leave a spark of fire, it can become a prairie fire in the future." Deep in the pure land, a sigh came from the residence of the sacrifice spirit.

The divine vine revived, and its whole body was covered with blue clouds reaching to the sky. It spoke calmly and had no joy, anger or sorrow. However, if you feel it with your heart, it seems to have a kind of desolation. It said: "I have decided to leave the divine seed and let it protect the reborn Butian Pavilion in the future. "

"Lord Sacrificial Spirit!" Everyone was mourning. At this moment, it was obvious that it was irreversible. The life of the sacrificial spirit had come to an end, and the miracle of resurrection was impossible.

"Lord Sacrifice Spirit, please guide us on the way forward!" Many people cried sadly.

"Kill them out. As long as one person survives, Butian Pavilion will not be destroyed. Sooner or later, it will be reborn from the ashes!" said the spirit sacrifice. It has experienced too much since ancient times and has paid a heavy price to protect the pure land. cost.

At this time, it rose from the ground, blue clouds rose into the sky, and the divine chains of order were intertwined and filled the sky, saying: "The battle has begun, my enemy is coming!"

In the distance, the aura of terror is surging. There is a divine ring shrouding the sky. There is a powerful person looking down at the world. The golden avenue spreads out from tens of thousands of miles away, as if it has descended from heaven.

In addition, there are many wild people in Butian Pavilion. I don’t know how many people have come. There are all kinds of creatures, not just the human race, who want to carve up this place.

"Let's go, fight out. As long as one of us survives, Butian Pavilion will not be destroyed!" Boss Su in the teaching shouted, with tears in his muddy old eyes.

The end of the world is coming, so I pray for the monthly ticket to save me from the disaster.