The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 566. Chapter 567.
Wu Yazi stood on the top of the peak, looking at the cloud curling around the peak with his hands behind his back, meditating quietly.

Although I don't know why the Tianhu in the upper fairy world wants to help them, but if this array is really set up in various parts of Shenzhou, it will undoubtedly benefit the world.

There was a bit of joy in his heart, and the power of his thoughts swayed from the mud ball between his eyebrows, slowly covering the seven main peaks of Kunlun.

Wu Yazi's face remained youthful, handsome and elegant like a banished fairy, covered with a layer of frost and indifference that is not like ordinary people, but now it has softened.

In his perception, the disciples of the younger generation all have the appearance of transforming into gods, and they are about to be promoted to the ranks of high-level monks in this divine state.

Seeing that there are three or four disciples whose breath of life is still light, but they have already reached the consummation of the Nascent Soul, and they are only one step away from the Huashen.

But when his thought power enveloped a cliff waterfall, the girl in white skirt sitting on the stone platform suddenly raised her head and opened her eyes.

A pair of azure blue eyes are like a deep and boundless sea, with a faint purple-gold divine light flowing in them, filling the girl with a holy, flawless, but indifferent and dust-free temperament.

She seemed to have noticed Wu Yazi's perception, but she didn't react, she just closed her eyes and sat upright, falling into meditation again.

Wu Yazi had complicated thoughts in his mind, this girl was the Kunlun sword son for them and also his disciple Ming Linlang.

After she returned to the sect, he thought that she would have to settle down for five or six years before ascending to the realm of the world, but in just one month, she actually attracted five or nine thunder calamities, and achieved the body of transforming gods.

Ming Linlang seemed to have undergone a transformation. To him, Huashen was just a little monk, but now he couldn't see through the mystery of her body.

Wu Yazi didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse, he withdrew his mind perception on the top of the peak, and sighed slightly.

But then his eyes burst out with brilliance, even if there were shortcomings, but now everywhere in Shenzhou is thriving, and when the big formation is set up, it will gain a lot of life.

It should not be too late, he needs to immediately convene a meeting in the Tianji Hall to pass this volume of formations around, and he must also beware of those bastards from Xiewang City interfering.

Wu Yazi took out his Grandmaster Token from the wide sleeve robe, controlled it with mana, and suddenly layers of light appeared on the surface, transforming into an image of an old man.

"Xuan Sheng, call all the masters to discuss the matter."

Master Xuan Sheng nodded and said: "Then three hours later, we will meet in the palace."

……

Beside the waterfall, the girl sat cross-legged on the stone platform, and the aura of the surrounding world poured into her body like a pilgrimage.

A long sword and a blue bead floated beside him, forming a circle like Yin and Yang converging.

Ming Linlang opened his eyes, and the purple-gold holy light in the depths of his pupils flashed past.

She stretched out her right hand to count, as if she touched some taboo, her originally rosy complexion gradually turned pale.

Finally, she stopped her pinching fingertips and let out a faint sigh.

"Still unpredictable."

Ming Linlang's eyes were as deep as the sea, but also as vast as the starry sky.

All the spirits in the surrounding world seemed to have sensed the sluggishness of her breath at the moment, and they all sent out gentle vitality to nourish her, making her pale face regain its brilliance.

She raised her lips suddenly, whether it is unpredictable or not, it is hard to tell whether it is good or bad, life or death cannot be distinguished.

That is to say, the cause and effect have not yet fallen, and hope still exists.

……

Holy Demon Realm.

Two figures shuttled through the forest.

Mu Sheng's movement technique is extremely strange, when he performs it, he can be as invisible and intangible as a ghost, without being hindered by anything, it can be described as chasing after the wind like thunder.

Under Xuebutzi's feet was a scarlet beetle. He used it as a mount, and his speed was extremely fast. At the same time, his breath was restrained so that it was extremely concealed, making it difficult for outsiders to detect it.

Even though they are not weak in cultivation, they still have to hold their tails tight in this perilous Holy Demon Realm.

If you accidentally provoke a monster in the Mahayana realm, then everything will be over.

Mu Sheng drove several evil spirits to explore the way ahead, thereby clearing away obstacles and avoiding many dangers for them.

Seeing his performance, Xue Tuzi had to say that this person has some means. The road to ghost cultivation is difficult, but if he achieves something, it will change a lot, making it difficult for other monks to match. Soul Swallowing Demon Lord is the best example.

And it is precisely because of this that Mu Sheng has the confidence to have no scruples in front of him. He is the master of the ghost sect, and he was the one in the sect before, and his unruly heart is hard to change.

Although Xuebutzi was walking, he was thinking about how to suppress the thorn, otherwise something unexpected would easily ruin the event.

But suddenly her brows drooped, a bit of coldness flashed in her eyes, she shook her waist and smiled coquettishly.

"Which kind of god is the person who came, I don't know where I offended me, or the hard-hearted wood next to me has formed a grudge and asked Your Excellency to set up such a formation here to ambush the concubine Body?"

Her realm is higher, and her perception is higher than that of Mu Sheng. Hearing this, Mu Sheng suddenly stopped walking forward, with a look of fear, a formation was set up ahead?
Pei Xihe sighed from the bottom of his heart in the dark, he was indeed a cultivator in the late stage of returning to the void, his realm was much worse, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.

She learned the whereabouts of the two with her thoughts, and deduced from their trajectories where they were about to arrive, and set up the "Purple Thunder Crimson Sky Flame Array" in advance.

In addition, many methods were deployed, just to catch one or two evil cultivators by surprise, so as to gain the upper hand.

But the blood butcher's perception was extremely keen, and it was too troublesome.

And Mu Sheng was reminded by it, at this moment he suddenly held the Seizing Ghost Banner tightly in his hand, swung it forward forcefully, and from it leaped out three evil ghosts in the state of transforming gods to explore the way.

Xue Tuzi stared at Mu Sheng suddenly, making his scalp tingle.

But she lifted her red lips, no longer the coquettish and forbearance before, and it was as cold as winter frost.

"Idiot, someone has put a tracking method on you!"

Before Mu Sheng had time to react, he saw a pink figure approaching him abruptly, saw that it was Shang Xuanyu, and sneered in his heart.

She was chased and killed by him so embarrassingly a few days ago, and now she is only in the early stage of fusion, how dare she come and shout in front of him?Could it be that this woman courted her own death?
Having said that, Mu Sheng also tightened his spirits in his heart. There are no stupid monks, so it is not certain that she has mastered any means.

And he was wondering where the female cultivator of the Yiyuan Saber was, but he saw a golden figure rushing towards the blood butcher.

The blood butcher has a graceful figure, stepping on the air, but the beetle under him looks fierce, there is a strange feeling between the two.

And when she looked at the figure rushing in, she sensed that she was only a mere late-stage cultivator, so she snorted in her heart, blocking the car with her arms, and shaking the tree with her arms.

But Xuebutzi suddenly felt that something was wrong. There was a force around her that wrapped her up, and she couldn't resist. Is it the power of space?

The next moment, the four of them appeared in the formation.

Huan Tianzhu, magical powers of the sky!
(End of this chapter)