Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Kong Heng rode the wind and fell back to Qingdu Mountain. The sky had completely darkened. Li Xuanxuan was standing in the main hall waiting. The old man was still in shock and had not yet recovered from the terrifying vision just now.

The two settled down, and Li Xuanxuan hurried to greet them. He looked happy when he saw that both of them were safe and sound. Looking at this and that, Li Ximing looked sad, Kong Heng looked complicated, and Li Xuanxuan's joy faded:

"This is…"

"My lord."

Kong Heng clasped his hands together, bowed to him respectfully, and said warmly:

"The young monk is about to leave and travel around the counties...leaving Jiangnan all the way to other places."

"this!"

Li Xuanxuan was stunned and said anxiously:

"But there are some things I can't do with Kong Heng... I've been here for decades..."

The old man thought about this and said continuously:

"That Monk Fuxi is talking nonsense, most likely he is here for my house! Don't worry about it Kong Heng..."

As Li Xuanxuan spoke, Kong Heng just joined his hands and bowed, and said warmly:

"Old man, you are blessed. In the first half of your life, there won't be many obstacles in the future. It's better to worry less!"

Li Xuanxuan couldn't answer him and could only nod. Kong Heng said softly:

"I have already thought about Zhou Wei's matter. I originally thought that Jueyin spiritual objects are rare and would be troublesome to buy overseas. Fortunately, I heard that the nobles also got a copy of Jueyin magic weapon, which can be used to cast spells."

He took out a manuscript from his sleeve and handed it to Li Ximing. The small characters on the paper were clear and distinct. It was obviously written by the monk himself.

Kong Heng said:

"Using this calligraphy method can protect your wife, suppress your spirituality, and prevent the fetus from being affected by the bright sun."

Li Ximing was quite moved and put it away. Kong Heng said ashamedly:

"It's just that I don't cast the spell myself. It's difficult to control the severity when casting the spell. If there is too much Jueyin, it will also cause trouble. You still need to control it and act with caution."

"good!"

Li Ximing agreed and came down. The monk said goodbye to Li Xuanxuan and went out all the way. He went down the stone steps to halfway up the mountain. The stag lay blankly on the side of the road, looking at the two of them quietly.

Kongheng stopped and sighed:

"He shouldn't do this to you."

After the monk finished speaking, he took out the [Miaobai True Jade Demon-Conquering Stick] from his sleeve.

Under the moonlight, this treasure has turned into a stick as long as a forearm, as thick as a finger, shining brightly, and the lines on it can still be vaguely seen.

Kong Heng sighed:

"Now we have to go to the north. We need to return these things to the Beifu Demon Temple! The [Miaobai True Jade Demon Fu Stick] and [Mysterious Box Tiger Pattern Kasaya] are precious, and the relics must be returned to the pagoda. .”

Li Xi guessed what Kong Heng was going to say this morning, and felt bitter in his heart:

"The old bald donkey is still shrewd. He bullies others and makes every effort to force Kong Heng to go to the north at the cost of his life. Kong Heng is an ancient cultivator. He may not be worried about his life on the subsequent road, but the orthodoxy cannot be guaranteed. …”

This treasure is really powerful. Just taking it out and looking at it, there are already overlapping five-color radiance spreading on the treasure. Li Ximing took a closer look and made an estimate in his mind:

"This thing is by no means at the foundation-building level. It can at least compete with the Zifu spiritual weapons. Three of them in a row. You are really willing to work hard."

Kong Heng held this treasure and tapped on the deer's head:

"The sin does not end here, it should be liberated."

The deer whimpered and fluttered on the spot. The deer's hair fell to the ground like fallen leaves blown by the wind, and there was a pool of red blood. A man turned over from it.

His face was covered with deer blood, and he looked dazed. He bowed and replied:

"Thank you, Master."

Kong Heng put some clothes on him and said softly:

"People cannot be resurrected after death, so we should mourn and accept changes."

The man lowered his eyebrows and looked confused, and whispered:

"The villain has been in poverty since he was a child. He has always been hungry and cold. Until he grows up, he is impoverished. He married a poor man thousands of miles away. Now that she has died unjustly, the villain has no life left..."

Kong Heng glanced down at him. His mind was racing, and he realized that this man was determined to die, so he turned his head.

‘If I had promised to be the Emperor of Appearance at that time and consolidated the predestined dharma, not only would he have been able to become an Arhat with the body of a deer, but my wife might also have been able to go and release the earth. ’

Fortunately, the person in front of me is from Jiangnan, not a commoner of Zhao State. If this person has some understanding of the interpretation of Dharma, he may have complained about Kong Heng. Now that he was harmed by the monk and saved by the monk, he only had confusion in his eyes. Kong Heng sighed softly, He said warmly:

"Why don't you follow me to the north and ask the Northern Fumo Temple as well."

The man was stunned for a moment, showing some resentment. He nodded, and his black hair fell off. He put on the Zen clothes draped around him and followed Kong Heng silently.

Li Ximing nodded after seeing it, and walked all the way to the lake. The night was getting thick, and the shore was quiet and deserted. The only sound was the rustle of the two people stepping on the lake shore.

"Ximing can just send it here."

Kong Heng put his hands together and asked him to go back. Li Ximing stopped, looked at him quietly, and suddenly realized:

"Once Kong Heng left, I was the only one left among my contemporaries in the past."

He then said softly:

"If the master next year passes by Wangyue Lake and stops for a rest, I will give him the best hospitality. But maybe Ximing has failed and died, things have changed, and the surname here is no longer Li."

Li Ximing suddenly smiled, and the young man's usually slightly uneasy attitude changed. He said calmly:

"Until then, Master, don't try to save me and tell me to die."

"Xi Ming has no face to see his ancestors, fathers and brothers."

Kong Heng clasped his hands together and prayed, sighed without saying anything, and left. Li Ximing watched the two of them drifting away under the moonlight, disappearing into the woods to the north, and then rode the wind back to the mountain.

The practice of [Baojie] was so slow that Li Ximing complained, and this trip did not disturb him. After all, Li Ximing did not make much progress. Calculating carefully, he only completed one-tenth of his studies.

"I'm afraid it won't happen in ten years."

He fell all the way back to the peak, his mind heavy with thoughts.

…

East China Sea.

There are many palaces on the back of the green water scale beast, but there is an open space. Next to it stands a high platform, which is blue and blue. Three emerald tables are placed, and the tripod sits high on the head.

The two water beasts below are fighting each other. One is a water elephant with thick scales and long tusks, with snow-white scales and sharp tusks. The other is a long-tailed one-horned adder with a shining horn between its eyebrows.

This light showed a light blue color, illuminating a fog in front of it. The water elephant with thick scales and long teeth rolled over and over, and blood gushed from its eyes like a spring, dripping down the scales and turning into pearls rolling on the ground.

"Minghuang!"

Ding Jiao's majestic and clear voice drew Li Zhouwei's gaze back. The Dragon Prince was leaning on an emerald coral seat, with two white hook snake heads on the armrests as bright as jade.

"How about this mysterious light?"

Li Zhouwei put down the jade cup in his hand, nodded and said:

"Although this [Chang Yan He Shui Xuan Guang] has the fourth grade, it can be changed enough, but it is not enough to kill. The various changes are enough to dazzle the enemy, but it cannot kill. If you fight alone, you are still afraid that the enemy is good at defense."

His words made Ding Jiao nod. The two beasts were fighting for life and death. Prince Long looked at them with light blue eyes casually, sipping his wine casually, as if his mind was not here.

Li Zhouwei has been in the palace for a long time. The green water scale beast galloped all the way and cruised in Zhuluhai for a week. Ding Jiao got tired of watching the singing and dancing and ordered the water beast to come to the stage to fight.

Li Zhouwei listened to the introduction by the little demon on the side. One of the two water beasts is the [Precious Scale Crossing Beast] and the other is the [Blue-necked Dragon]... neither of them are ordinary monsters. If you take out either one, they can show off their evil in a body of water. monster.

However, the Wu Shao of his own family had no chance to come to power in the East China Sea. At least, only the White-scaled Hook Snake in neighboring Gu Lanying and the Quandan Water Monkey in Heshuihai had this chance.

"But in front of the dragon, they are just playthings."

Li Zhouwei glanced at it twice, and saw that [Chang Yan He Shui Xuan Guang] gradually weakened, and [Precious Scale Crossing Beast] began to fight back. It was rare for Li Zhouwei to see such monsters fighting, and he looked very interested, but secretly thought in his heart:

‘I don’t know what’s going on on the lake. You’ve kept me here for so long…’

Originally, everything in the South China Sea was settled and they could leave long ago, but Ding Jiao and Bai Rong took him for a walk on the sea. However, there was nothing worth saying along the way. They just wanted him to go back later.

Although Li Zhouwei was worried, there was nothing he could do about it, so he settled down and was thinking about it when he noticed a demon hurried up from the corridor of the palace beside him. He was dressed in silver armor and had a golden face and silver teeth, carrying two pairs of short halberds behind him. Obviously not an ordinary person.

The monster walked all the way to Ding Jiao's high seat and seemed to say something using a secret method. Dongfang Ding Jiao's hand holding the jade cup froze in mid-air, and there was no change on his face.

Suddenly, the demon general bowed down and left. Everything returned to normal in Dongfang Dingjiao. Bai Rong opposite was obviously tired. After listening for a while, he finally stood up and said with a smile:

"We had a great conversation this time, but I can't stay away from Fengzhong for too long, so I won't bother Your Highness..."

Ding Jiao stood up, said a few polite words, and escorted them all the way out of the palace. He accompanied the two of them through the corridor. The two demon generals were still fighting for life and death. Blood spattered and turned into pearls in the air, rolling down to Ding Jiao's feet. , but no one took a second look.

Ding Jiao saw him off all the way and returned to the stage alone, the smile on his face disappearing.

What the white-armored demon general brought just now was obviously not good news. He was talking and laughing freely in front of the guests, but as soon as the two people left, his expression instantly darkened.

The white horns of the Dragon Prince were glowing slightly, and he was watching silently. He supported the green railing and looked down at the two demon generals who were above all demons fighting each other below.

Although the distinguished guest left, Ding Jiao did not say a word. The two monsters did not dare to slack off at all. The scales were broken, the horns and bones were broken, and the floor was covered with dripping blood and rolling pearls.

Ding Jiao still didn't speak. His light blue eyes were narrowed. There was a suffocating atmosphere in the palace. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the White Dragon Prince was in a very bad mood. The guards on both sides began to tremble. Dare to look up.

He paused for a quarter of an hour, and the demon general with thick cheeks and black armor finally couldn't bear it any longer. He knelt down in fear and said respectfully:

"Your Highness, Mr. Long's birthday has just passed. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for a noble species to die in a fight..."

The demon general with violent cheeks and black armor is named [Ran Wu]. He has been with Ding Jiao for many years. He is unusual. Now Ding Jiao is angry. He is the only one in the palace who dares to speak.

Ding Jiao didn't respond to him, turned around with a sullen face, walked into the palace, and the palace door slammed shut.

The demon general looked frightened as if he had been granted amnesty, and did not dare to say anything. He kept waving his hands. The two demons below quickly stopped their hands, kowtowed to the hall a few times, and rolled and crawled back.

There was joy outside the hall, but there was no one in the hall, it was quiet and gloomy, and the lights were dim.

Ding Jiao walked up to the high seat, suddenly lifted up his sleeves, and flipped over a piece of jade pot and cup, making a crisp sound on the ground.

Ding Jiao's face suddenly elongated, with sharp white fangs exposed in his mouth, and snow-white dragon hair sprouted from his neck. The color of his eyes suddenly became thicker, and the tables and tables in the palace were jingling and shaking. .

"Luo, Xia, Shan!"

He gritted his teeth and his voice was like thunder, but it was trapped in the hall and could not escape, making everything vibrate.

…

The two of them came out of the sea. The green water scale beast had already stopped in the shallow sea. Bai Rong's farewell was obviously not without reason. He took out the two-wheeled bicycle, poured it on with an "ouch" and sighed:

"I'm so exhausted!"

Bai Rong's calmness and elegance were suddenly thrown out of the sky, and she returned to her carefree look. She swayed outside the car with her feet up, not even willing to set up the magic weapon, and sighed.

After staying at the bottom of the sea for so long, Li Zhouwei smelled the fresh smell of the sea breeze again, and felt much more comfortable. Bai Rong stopped working, and Li Zhouwei had no choice but to drive the magical weapon and go back west.

Bai Rong lay down for a while, and then drove slowly until he reached the edge of the salt lake. He shouted to Li Zhouwei to be careful and drive slowly, and said with a smile:

"The life of the dragon is so boring, and you can't hang out in the human territory... No matter how much the monsters in the sea toss, no one can have fun... The drama of the gladiatorial fight... the humans were tired of it in the Zhou Dynasty! But it makes me bored. tight."

Li Zhouwei responded, praised Ding Jiao, and asked softly:

"A lot of things should have happened on my lake along the way. Is there any news, senior?"

Li Zhouwei was worried about his family and hurried back all the way, but was stopped by Bai Rong. He must have caught the fox and asked him because the problem on the lake was not serious.

Bai Rong paused and smiled:

"It's nothing. An angry Lianmin seized the opportunity and came over. It came to drive your monk away. If you are still on the lake, the cultivators will also be happy to see your details."

The fox was not as secretive as him. He raised his eyes to look at the sea view in the distance and said calmly:

"You must know that Mingyang is not just as simple as being trampled by Shi Xiu and destroying the Immortal Mansion Dynasty. There is also a Shi Xiu from Mingyang who is famous as King Ming!"

"If the monk really took up the path of wrathful manifestations, and the fate is in front of him, and you are on the lake, there is a high probability that he will be able to imitate the old thing and pull your white lin into the pure land... and become the famous and famous king. Gone to the north!"

"oh?"

A look of Kong Heng flashed through Li Zhouwei's mind. Bai Rong shook his head and smiled:

"It's just that even Maha can't persuade him, but Lian Ming is even more difficult. I've already said that it's just a small trouble. There's no need to mess with it, and it's just in case."

Li Zhouwei thanked him in a low voice and said thoughtfully:

"It turns out that Buddhist monks can also cultivate Ming Yang..."

"'Mingyang' is originally the fruit position of heaven and earth, regardless of whether it is immortal or demon!"

Bai Rong turned over to make herself lie down more comfortably, and said casually:

"[Famous Ming King] is originally a means for Shi Xiu. Su Xikong took the 'Hua Qi', and from then on the earth was filled with brilliance. Shi Xiu had a treasure to use. If he could get the 'Ming Yang'... wouldn't it? Beautiful.”