The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

The purple awn flickered, Meng Qi's eyes returned to normal, and countless things poured into her head, instantly understanding the causes and consequences. On the surface, she maintained a leisurely smile, raised her finger, and met Ren Qiushui. The coming temptations took a hit.

Then we have to maintain this history with due diligence and not let the great people on the other side "perceive" abnormalities.

I know you guys will know, but I pretend not to know.

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Time is like water, and time has changed. Ningxin City, Tianle 37 years old.

The assassin of the Renrenlou, who had just killed Lin Kang, the head of the Heaven and Earth Gate, was running towards the window. He was not tall, short, strong or thin. He was astonished, but he was absolutely certain of the result, and he had no doubt that he would miss him.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and the window in front of him opened silently. Outside, there was a handsome blue-skinned man standing on the ground with his hands full. His eyes were as deep as the sea. The magical purple awn, then raised his slender right hand, and pressed it on his forehead.

"The fairy touched me, and gave birth to longevity."

The low, magical voice didn't know why it was a little joke.

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Journey to the world, in ancient times, thunder and fire clashed, the heavens collapsed, and heaven was about to fall.

Meng Qi's figure was looking up to the sky, to the dark red sky, to the terrible eyes full of chaos and indifference!

The weird eyes seemed to be aware, and the irregular swirl changed slightly, as if looking over.

With just a glance, Meng Qi's figure suddenly felt his heart beating, every thought and every thought was trying to be independent.

Just then, a hint of purple appeared in his eyes, strange and inexplicable, extremely mysterious. No less inferior to the eyes of the heavenly monster, all the chaos and all the insanity disappeared.

Four eyes crossed, eyes collided, but time began to flow backwards, and the quiet river turned into a roaring sea of ​​anger.

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Rely on the concealment of the Seven Killing Stele, instead of the two unique peerless soldiers with strong personal colors. Meng Qi positioned the history related to himself in the real world, and quietly planted the traces left by the past in the past as the "signpost" to land on the other side in the future and "illuminate" the boundless bitter sea.

Inside the ruins of the Emperor Emperor, the Seven Killers had long swords across their knees, their eyes closed, and there seemed to be no interest in what Meng Qi did.

The gloomy sword with no flowers and no patterns exudes an almost unparalleled killing intention, taking all living creatures around the Seven Killing Taoists one after another, and even the "past figure" of the illusive Changhei around him was beheaded. . Only the corresponding traces were left. At every moment, the Seven Killers seemed to be dying, and then returned with the power of the Underworld Sword.

Evil things are hard to come by!

But they have other strengths beyond their reach, like the defilement, weirdness, mystery, and hiding power of the devil's claw.

Suddenly, the Seven Killers opened their eyes, full of boredom, and whispered:

"He may have explored the future?"

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Above the East China Sea. Bibo has no borders and countless islands.

Ji Xing was riding a gorgeous floor boat. Back to the place where he was born, he was surrounded by friends and companions, showing his status in the sea and lakes.

"This island doesn't even have a name, it looks ordinary, but you can think of a person like you in season." A friend said with a flattering smile.

Ji Xing looked at the rickety village and the mountain with only a small part of the mountain in front of him, and released the cloak. Throw it to the companion, Zhengzheng said: "You guys, please wait to see the master next."

After speaking, without waiting for any answer, he took a big step. Ascend the mountain road, and walk towards the depths of the mountains and hills that have been split by the thunder and thunder. There is a thatched hut, in which there is a private teacher.

After witnessing the back of Ji Xing disappearing at the end of the road, the person who spoke just now expressed his feelings:

"I don't know who Master Ji Shao is. Can you teach him that these mighty men are the fairy class?"

Someone echoed immediately: "The island owners of the nearby 72 islands are respectful and respectful to Ji Shao. They often ask the old man to be okay. He is obviously in awe of the master behind him, and dare not provoke him. How could their eyes be above the top? "

"Master Ji Shao is so anonymous but residing on this island, no wonder we are ignorant."

"Yeah, yeah, but maybe his old man famously touched this area at his heyday?"

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A loud comment drifted into Ji Xing's keen ears, he smiled slightly and didn't care.

Yeah, if it was n’t for the master who lived here, where would he go to learn a world-famous divine skill? I do n’t know where it is higher than the “Sparkfire **” treasured by most island owners!

Similarly, if there is no Master, how can I get the respect and respect of the 72 island owners, who have been shocked since they set foot in the rivers and lakes?

Before leaving the island, I always thought that Master was a disappointed warrior, and he was discouraged to break through the rivers and lakes, so he lived in seclusion and ignored the world. As he traveled this sea, his knowledge gradually increased, and his knowledge of Master was refreshed every day. He is so unfathomable, so high up the mountain, whenever he thinks that he has roughly understood his realm strength and former status and status, he will be overthrown by speculations.

In the end, he could only express a sigh of emotion. Master really is like a dragon in the cloud, and he doesn't see the end, he just needs to understand that he is very powerful.

The pace is fast, and my heart is like an arrow. Ji Xing soon saw the thatched hut, a thatched hut that was not even accessible to himself. Outside, a black man stood respectfully. It was the owner of the nearby Zhouliu Island. There are several great masters in the sea.

"I'll accept the gift, you can fade it." Ji Xing heard Master's familiar voice.

The island owner of Zhouliu Island was overjoyed. It seemed that Ji Xingzhi's gift was given to Tianda's face, and he continued to salute, leaving happily, not forgetting to encourage Ji Xing.

Ji Xing strode to the front of the grass house, leaned on the ground, and worshiped for three weeks, excitedly:

"Practitioner Xiao Shao met with Master."

The people inside the thatched cottage were silent for a while before sighing: "It's not bad. What you have done, I have heard from the masters of the island. Although there is a sense of extravagance, after all, there is no deserted martial arts, no desertion. Teachers' teachings. "

"Master's words, the disciples often think back, do not dare or forget!" Ji Xing broke into a cold sweat for some reason, and hurriedly spoke.

The voices of the people in the thatched cottage suddenly became a little more vicissitudes: "Since you passed the test, the teacher will officially list you as the entrance wall today, and will also inform you of the status of the door and the true identity of the teacher."

"Thank you, Master!" Ji Xing, just like the island owner of Zhouliu Island, was overjoyed, his eyes and eyes were excited.

With a squeak, Ji Xing heard the door open and looked up. The scene inside the cottage had appeared in his eyes.

The master, who was slightly thin, did not experience the erosion of time, and still maintained his elegant middle-aged appearance. He could faintly see a few silver hairs and the tiredness of the corners of his eyes.

"His name is He Mingmu. For more than a century, he has travelled in the East China Sea. The most commonly known nickname is 'Sky Sword.'" Master Ji Xing said flatly.

He Mu? Heaven lacks sword? Ji Xing listened to it, but he couldn't believe it.

This is the most famous sword fairy in the East China Sea decades ago. It is said that he has already achieved the realm of fairyland in the past, and he is actually his own master?

It's really unexpected!

Secluded in front of the island, the simple life of the master turned out to be "Missing Sword" He Mu!

He Mu ignored the reaction of Ji Xing and thought to himself: "The Daomen Holy Land, more than a hundred years ago, was born in Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace. If you visit the ancestor, it will be officially listed as the entrance wall. . "

The name of the Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace, even after more than a hundred years, Ji Xing still heard about it. It is faintly known that it is related to the universal symbol. It is an extremely prominent sect. It can be called a sacred place of Daomen, but it was later unknown. Why decline has disappeared in the history of Hanoi.

Unexpectedly, my master came from Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace!

I did not expect that I would be in trouble with this ancient Taoist shrine!

He converged and stood solemnly and stepped into the grass house.

With He Mu's resignation, he saw two statues of worship, the top of which reads "Yu Qing Yuan Shi Tian Zun" and the bottom is "Yuan Huang Su Meng."

"The ancestor of this ancestor is Yuanshi Tianzun. Your master ancestor Yuanhuang Tianzun is the second generation of disciples and is currently teaching." He Mu introduced solemnly and respectfully.

Yuan Sumeng? Ji Xing's mouth opened a little.

This name is no stranger to himself. It is said that he is the first self-proven legend in the real world since modern times. Later, he came to the fortune and became a supernatural person, stirred up the world, and the universal realm. It is a handy work that has been remembered for generations.

And the supernatural beings and the rivers and lakes in which they are located do not know how much space is between them. To myself, suddenly having such a master is like a dream!

Not as beautiful as real!

I thought that a Master of the Earth Fairy or the Celestial Master was already terrible. Just looking at the attitude of the previous island master of Zhouliu Island, such a powerful Master respected the Master ’s name and taboo respectfully!

"Shizu, isn't Shizu said to have fallen?" Ji Xing suddenly remembered this.

He Mu calmly said: "The ancestor did not fall, if he returns, he will be shocked to the heavens."

Ji Xing stopped asking more, swallowed hard, and began the ceremony of getting started, as He Mu ordered.

When both looked away from the statue of the Emperor Yuan, a puddle of purple burst out from the eyes of the mud puppet. (To be continued.)

ps: I am correcting a question in the previous chapter. Meng Qi returned to the Middle Ages and did not rely on the Seven Killing Monument. It was only when he fell back to heaven. Confused the two things. The 2k novel reading network has been modified.