White-Robed Chief

"Bang!" Two muted sounds.

The two sides of the jade seal suddenly exploded, turning into two lumps of powder.

Two white lights emerged from the powder and landed on the silver seal above Chu Li's head.

The silver seal suddenly became clearer, and there was a faint gleam of golden light, but if this gleam of golden light was absent, it was faint.

Chu Li smiled.

Fu Tianyin's power rose to a higher level, and the surrounding space became silent for a while, completely shutting off the connection with the outside world, creating a world of its own. In this way, the outside world can no longer detect itself.

The next moment he appeared on top of a mountain, with the silver seal hanging from his head, and the surrounding still silent, as if it were another world, although close at hand, it was like two worlds.

Chu Li smiled and nodded with satisfaction. After all, he spent so much effort on his calculations, and finally got the sword of death and the two jade seals, which raised his strength to an unimaginable level.

The silver seal was free to accept the aura from the previous layer and became much purer. Although it was inferior to the aura captured by the Kurong Sutra, it was pure enough to suppress this world.

This is the magic of heaven.

Suppressing the surrounding void is the magic of suppressing the sky and turning the sky. The superposition of the two is amazing and can isolate one side of the void directly into the other and completely isolate it. This is beyond imagination.

From then on he was not afraid of natural derivation, and natural derivation could not find him.

The next moment, he appeared under a mountain peak.

This mountain peak is not high, but the mist is diffused, and the surrounding peaks seem to float in the void, and the mist is like a fairyland.

Chu Li looked up at the highest mountain, and together he said, "Amitabha!"

His Buddhist chant was bland, but he passed the mountain steadily, ringing softly throughout the mountain. All the disciples inside the mountain were clear and audible, as if speaking in his own ear.

The mountain is half-waisted by a valley, and the valley is a lake. The clear light is like a huge mirror reflecting the white clouds. The whole valley is bright because of the central lake.

On the lake are corridors and small buildings, as well as several small pavilions.

In the kiosk, some people are practicing martial arts, or some people are playing the piano, and they are busy with their own affairs.

These people are all women. They have deep, smooth skin, even if their looks are not beautiful, because the white skin and clear eyes are above the average person. They wear a variety of color Luo shirts, with a faint fragrance.

The whole valley seems to be fragrant and fragrant, and everywhere is beautiful.

Upon hearing this chant, all the women stopped and looked up towards the valley mouth.

A middle-aged and beautiful woman who is stroking the piano stands on the piano, frowning, "Xiaozhu Xiaobi, go and see."

"Yes, Master." The two flirtatious women responded with a brief sound, fluttering up, like two beautiful butterflies walking away, blinking in front of Chu Li, and looking up and down.

Chu Lihe even smiled: "The poor monk is determined, please see Lord Mo Feng."

"Dingru?" The two women tilted their heads and thought for a moment, and suddenly changed colors.

"But Fu Mo Temple is like a master?" A young girl asked.

Chu Lihe smiled, "It's the poor monk."

"Master, wait a minute." The young girl was busy, turned and leapt away.

She appeared in front of the Fuqin woman, holding her fist: "Master, Master Dingru of Fu Mo Temple, he begged to see Master!"

The Fuqin woman frowned and said lightly, "Xiao Zhu, please come in."

"Yes, Master." The girl answered, and jumped out of the booth again, and walked away.

Mo Qing's body is beautiful, but she is beautiful, but she is not in the best looks. Compared with Xiao Qi and Lu Yurong, they are inferior to each other, but they have a gentle temperament and are amiable.

She pushed open the piano, and Yingying got up, looking up towards the valley, and the waves of the lake shone on her pale face, illuminating her twinkling eyes.

Chu Li appeared in the kiosk the next moment, and together he gave a ceremony: "I have seen Lord Mo Feng."

He struck a gray monk's robe, simple and ordinary.

Mo Qing turned around and combined, clear eyes quickly swept Chu Chu, calmly asked: "Dingru master came to drive, I do not know what to do?"

Chu Li smiled: "Master Mo Feng, the poor monk wants to come and meet someone."

"Who?" Mo Qing asked lightly.

Chu Li said: "Xiao Qi."

Mo Qing frowned and looked at him.

Chu Li shook his head and sighed: "It seems that Lord Mo Feng does not know Xiao Qi's identity."

"What else does she have?" Moguai asked.

Chu Li glanced around and met a pair of curious eyes.

Forty or so women, far or near, were curiously looking at him.

The Lord of the Temple of the Devil's Temple was rumored to be around, and they were clear and controversial. From time to time, they did not expect that the Lord of the Temple of the Devil of Temple appeared suddenly in front of them.

Mo Qing waved his hand: "Let's step back."

"... Yes, Lord Feng." The people reluctantly retreated, leaving the pavilion and the water pavilion on the lake, and Yingying went deep into the valley, but no trace was found.

There are only Chu Li and Mo Qing on the huge lake.

"Can we talk now?" Mo Qing said.

She is not worried that Chu Li will hurt herself. After all, Fu Mo Temple is not a Mozong and will not kill people in a random way, and she is also curious about Xiao Qi's identity and has high hopes for this talented disciple.

Chu Lidao said: "She is the inner son."

"Master you are a monk!" Mo Qing said.

Chu Li nodded: "The monk is only a monk for two or three years."

Mo Qing looked at him in surprise, and slowly said, "So it is, that the master came here to see Xiao Qi?"

Chu Li nodded.

Mo Qing said: "It will take a while, she is in retreat and she ca n’t tolerate interruption."

She always thought that Xiao Qi wasn't married, and she didn't expect that she had a husband, and her husband was such an amazing figure. Standing in front of herself could not see through the depths, indicating that she was better.

She was not angry, and did not blame Xiao Qi for concealing it.

After all, the status of a monk is not trivial, and it can be forgiven for concealment.

Instead, she concealed the same.

Chu Lidao said: "The little monk wants to harass some time, waiting for her to go out."

Mo Qing frowned, "She practiced in isolation in a small world. I don't know when she can return, or a year and a half, or ten or eight years, or even a hundred years. Is the master really waiting here?"

Chu Li nodded: "This way you can feel at ease."

Mo Qing's face changed slightly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Thoughtfully: "Is there anyone who wants to work against her?"

Chu Lidao said: "The little monk and Mozong are immortal, and Mozong acts without fear. How can he not use it?"

"... Where does the master want to live?" Mo Qing said.

Chu Li smiled together: "Just a little monk on the opposite mountain."

"... Okay." Mo Qing nodded slowly. "There is a cave on the opposite side of the mountain. The master can live there."

"Thank you, Lord Feng." Chu Li solemnly thanked him.

Not every peak owner is so sensible, letting such a strong person peek around, there will be an instinct alert, she can flatly agree, and his mind is different and ordinary.

Mo Qing Bingxue is clever, and his thoughts turn extremely fast.

Xiao Qi has already become a huge trouble, Mozong will definitely come to deal with her, it is difficult to cope with the power of Yan Xiafeng, he is a major helping hand.