My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 398 Ziwei's fate, ten years of retreat

The divine fetus came into the world, and the golden light soared to the sky.

In the world of eight sceneries, Song Lin used superb techniques to refine the seal of the celestial master.

Most of this seal has been restored to its original appearance, and the dark color of the mother tree behind it has long since disappeared, replaced by young shoots exuding vitality.

At the moment when the golden light soared into the sky, everyone looked up at the sky as if feeling something.

Song Lin suddenly stood up and looked up at the sky.

"Has the Jewel Attendant been born?"

Song Lin was surprised.

Seeing this, Song Lin quickly took out the seal of the Nine Old Immortals.

Swish!
Twelve Yuanchen appeared in the sky, and the twelve stars floated into the distance.

The vision of the King's Palace alarmed all parties.

All the mountains, rivers, waters, and blessed places cast their eyes on them.

All the mighty ones with a radius of thousands of miles sensed visions from all sides.

Wellingmen, Yuzhenmen, and even other nearby Daomeng sent people; for example, the two Daomengs of Heitian Dharma Realm and Wushen Tianwang.

Many forces have sent spies.

But before they could solve it, the 12th Yuanchen shone like a star on the earth, and transformed into twelve gods and generals to guard the sky.

What a luxurious lineup with twelve monks who have crossed the catastrophe as bodyguards.

The insects in the dark left one after another, not daring to probe further.

Afterwards, Song Lin, Mei Hua, and Zheng Xin fell into the backyard.

Looking at the peaceful baby girl in Wu Yi's arms.

"Feng Yi and Dragon Possession, give Zi Wei his life, this is the life of a first-class emperor!"

Master Plum Blossom sighed.

It was because of this fate that he came here to find out in person.

Zhengxin's face was solemn, and in his eyes, the weather above the baby in front of him showed the appearance of two dragons playing with pearls.

The bead is not a mortal bead, but a nine-day fairy bead.

Ssangyong refers to two kinds of dragon spirits, Zhengxin knows that he has two kinds of royal blood?
Beads refer to fate, and the more precious the bead, the more extraordinary it means.

Did this fate come from the sky?
"Where did you find the celestial destiny?"

Sure enough, he still has a sharp eye, and can see the extraordinaryness of the divine fetus at a glance.

"Ahem, regardless of these things, can the two of you help cover up the secrets of the sky and show this girl's fate as an ordinary life."

"It can be, but how do you plan to explain the previous vision?"

He straightened his beard and asked.

"It's very simple, just pretend to be a rare treasure, and I'm going to take out one of the nine tripods to pretend."

"it is good!"

Zheng Xin and Mei Hua made a move.

The compass reflects the sun and the moon, and plum blossoms cover the sky.

After a long time, the abnormal breath disappeared, and the abnormal phenomenon on the baby's body also disappeared. It seemed that it was just the purple aura of ordinary princes and nobles.

Song Lin stepped forward and looked at the baby.

The baby seemed to have sensed something, staring at Song Lin with big round eyes.

"what is her name?"

"The palace lord will take it."

"Well, good." Song Lin stepped forward and poked the baby's chubby face, the baby giggled and grabbed his fingers with his little hands.

"That's Wu Chen, the morning light is faint, and the east is about to dawn."

Song Lin smiled.

This little girl was the one who was struggling to find the leader of the human race.

Inheriting the past and the future, Wu Yi became the king of Wen, and Wu Chen became the king of Wu.

Slay demons and eliminate demons, spread Taoism, unify the world, and make the world peaceful.

"Go! Go home!"

Song Lin arranged for Erlang Shen and others to guard secretly.

God Erlang has also learned 72 transformations now, and some of the nine-turn mysteries, his cultivation is equivalent to the peak of the Zifu, plus the Seven Sages of Meishan, it is no problem to protect a small baby.

At this time, the white-browed Taoist from Lingbao Daomen suddenly came riding auspicious clouds.

"Bai Zhendao."

Song Lin saluted.

"what happened?"

Bai Mei glanced at the baby, but didn't stop there.

"The strange treasure was born, so the movement is a bit big."

With a movement of Song Lin's mind, a small pocket tripod floated in his palm.

The golden tripod is full of brilliance, and the mouth of the tripod flows out of ice-cold air.

"congratulations."

Bai Mei looked at the crowd suspiciously, and left after saying congratulations.

"Walk slowly!"

The group continued to fly in the direction of the Donghua jungle.

There are still many things to do in the world of eight scenic spots.

After rectifying the internal affairs, he still needs to prepare to win the heir, and after he wins the heir, he also needs to prepare to fight Tianhe.

This part of the world needs to be closed and practiced into the 24 cloud seal system, and then prepare to cross the catastrophe and become a monk of Thunder Tribulation.

At present, the road to Lei Jie has been paved, so don't waste energy to open a new world during this time.

Waiting to pass through the thunder disaster before entering the world, this way

"As the cultivation base grows, the death of the story world will affect reality more and more."

Song Lin also summed up the rules.

With the growth of strength, there are even physical body time travels, and in the later stage, there may be real body time travels.

In order not to affect the overall situation, it is better to be cautious, and wait for the turmoil to pass completely before opening a new world.

call!
The wind howled, and the dark clouds covered the moon.

The earth suddenly darkened.

The stars disappeared, and Song Lin and his group seemed to be held upside down with a black bowl, and they couldn't fly out.

"Kill kill kill kill!"

There were shouts of killing from all directions.

Everyone took a closer look and saw thousands of troops and horses galloping forward.

Five big black horses, the horses were inlaid with iron armor, and the nails of the iron armor pierced deeply into the flesh, looking from a distance, they looked like hills.

The five horses were connected together through the back of the head by a green soul chain emitting black energy.

A group of five, there are ten thousand groups of iron horse stupas in the sky.

The demonic energy soared to the sky, roaring and roaring, and rushed over with an indomitable momentum to plow the sky.

The three are alert.

When the thousands of troops came to the crowd, they suddenly stopped.

The horses separated, and a pale young man came out.

The man was dressed in a black robe with green pupils. Under the guard of thousands of troops, he looked like a general commanding thousands of troops.

"Ten Thousand Horse Plowing Curse? Who are you from the lineage of Iron Horse Buddha?" Zhengxin saw the origin of this technique.

At first glance, this person is a member of the Heitian Dharma Realm Daoist League.

Ordinary daomeng is composed of several daomen, and daomen is composed of several jungles.

There is only one Taoist gate in Heitian Dharma Realm, and there are 36 jungles.

Each jungle corresponds to a dharma vein.

The technique used by the person in front of him is the lineage of Iron Horse Buddha.

This person is a master of thunder tribulation, and he should have an iron horse.

The man didn't pay attention, but looked at Song Lin, raised his head slightly, and said, "You are Song Lin?"

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Song Lin asked back, this guy doesn't look good at first glance.

"I advise you not to participate in the seizure of the heir, or you will bear the consequences. I will give you one last chance. It is too late to quit now."

After all, the iron horse spouted black air and was eager to try.

"Are you threatening me?"

Song Lin couldn't believe it, and he and Zhengxin looked at each other, and the two burst out laughing.

The man grinned grimly and said, "My name is Tiezhen, since you don't want to, then kill me today..."

"Kill what? Huh?"

Swish!
Song Lin's whole body emitted golden light, all the coercion of the Nine Turns Xuan Gong was released, and the iron horse roared uncomfortably.

Then the 12th Yuanchen flew in the air and floated, like stars and candles illuminating the ten directions, turning into twelve gods and generals.

Jiulaoxianduyin, Bagua Furnace, Jiuding, Renhuang Sword and other magic weapons are ready to go.

Tie Zhen's pupils shrank, and a cold sweat broke out on the spot.

As a rising star in the Heitian Dharma Realm, his eyesight is still good.

Every supernatural power here is enough to pose a threat to oneself.

If it all adds up...

Tie Zhen fought a cold war.

Thinking of this, he no longer has the intention to kill, and now he only hopes that the other party does not have the intention to kill.

"Kill what? Tell me?"

"I just want to make friends, fellow daoist, don't misunderstand!"

"Then who did you say to kill?" Song Lin refused to let go.

Tie Zhen sneered and said: "Fellow Taoist heard it wrong, just now I said that if you kill chickens and drink alcohol, you won't return if you don't get drunk."

"I'm not free today, leave quickly!"

"Dele!"

Boom boom boom...

Thousands of troops and horses disappeared faster than before.

"Haha, that's all!"

Song Lin went back to retreat to practice.

The ten-year mark, the day of coming out, is ten years later.

And Song Lin's drinking of Tiezhen from the Heitian Dao League also made him famous, and ordinary Xiao Xiao would not dare to commit crimes.

Time is gradually passing by in such open and secret struggles.

(Ask for a monthly ticket, the protagonist is about to become a celestial master.)
(End of this chapter)