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Chapter 86
Seeing that he was going to make a move, the Xianzong disciple sneered and waved away all the debris.

Only the book that was divided into two halves remained.

His eyes glowed coldly, and he could see through the entire book in an instant.

Waving is a spell, and the huge cyan ball covers the entire colorful cloud.

Immediately after another pinch, countless winds bloomed and swept towards Ling Yunjian.

This is not over yet, he said a few words silently at the same time, and a huge blue Dharma body condensed on his body, which is ten feet high!
In the end, he tapped a few times in the air, and heard a few ding dings, and there were tiny stars blooming, like countless fireflies, spreading in all directions.

It forms an even larger mask, covering a radius of hundreds of meters, with bright spots of uncertain brightness and darkness.

"The disciples of the Immortal Sect are really powerful..." Ling Yunjian had just performed a style of swordsmanship, condensing a powerful sword light.

As a result, the disciple of Xianzong acted second and fired four sets of spells in succession!
Both offensive and defensive, as well as the dharma body, created a barrier to block his retreat.

"It's so strong..." Ling Yunjian didn't expect that the other party could suppress him with just his fast casting speed.

You know, the real strengths of the disciples of Xianzong are still useless!
Magical treasures bestowed by sects, secret arts from Xianzong, and high-level supernatural powers that can be specially cultivated by other parties... These are the advantages of disciples of Xianzong.

Ling Yunjian was in a state of desperation for a while, but he managed to cope with the wonderful sword technique.

Seeing them fighting, Yan Nu looked back while moving down the mountain.

Although he didn't know why the two monks who were disbanded didn't expose him, but he just continued to watch.

"It turns out that all people like me have to be reported to Xianzong for disposal?"

"Shen Wuxing and Qingniao are all self-assessed..."

"The real pomegranate once said that killing me has immeasurable merits. What kind of decree is it to combine it with? So Xianzong wants to swallow all the merits and heaven-defying wonders?"

"Xianzong is so domineering. If others want to collect the corpse for a friend, won't they let him..."

Yan Nu frowned, and couldn't help being angry.

He wanted to find Ah Weng, he wanted to see people in life, and he wanted to see corpses in death, because Ah Weng always said that fallen leaves return to their roots.

The most humble words that Ah Weng ever said were: "One breath of life, but now I have no breath of heart. I only hope to have a piece of soil."

Yan Nu knows that no matter how difficult life is, the bottom line of ordinary people like Ah Weng is to hope that someone will collect his body.

This seems to be the last meaning of being a 'person' who has lived a life.

Blue Bird is not a good bird, but he has made a good friend.

Ling Yunjian did not hesitate to fight with the people of Xianzong for the sake of a corpse. Among other things, he was sincere to his friends.

Yan Nu looked at it with the simplest heart, and felt that Xianzong was deceiving too much.

But Yan Nu didn't plan to make a move. On the one hand, he only saw one side. Who knew if he was exposed, would this group of people join forces to kill him?

On the other hand, Ling Yunjian is very powerful, not considered against the sky, he is much stronger than Shen Wuxing, so he probably has a way to escape.

In comparison, Yan Nu is more worried about her sister and the old ghost now.

"The Immortal Sect disciple obviously searched the valley, collected all kinds of corpses and relics, and threatened to bring them all back to the sect."

"He flew all the way, but he didn't find my sister and the old ghost? Are they hiding?"

Yannu quickly walked down the mountain, looking at the surrounding mountains and forests, streams and springs, this is already another mountain.

In order to chase Shen WuXing, he flew twenty li.

Yan Nu guessed that her sister should use the technique of water movement to chase herself along the river.

But the trend of the river is complicated, not a straight line, and then the Immortal Sect disciple flew over straight and didn't notice it.

Yannu jumped up and down without any ability, relying on his initial physical fitness, he ran in the mountains and forests.

Soon, he came to the edge of the barrier.

He touched the barrier, and sure enough, he couldn't pass it, so he could only wait for the Lingyun Sword to break the barrier.

Yan Nu looked left and right, and suddenly thought of that book, a page fell into this forest.

The disciples of Xianzong came here for the strange things, and they called the book a strange thing.

The book was unremarkable, it was torn in half, and the other party could still see that it was against the sky, so what about the extra page that flew out?
Thinking of this, Yan Nu immediately searched in the forest.

Suddenly, the sky yelled loudly: "Who is hiding his head and tail in my world, as if I can't see it!"

The disciples of the Immortal Sect seemed to have found another person in the barrier.

Yan Nu turned around and looked up, sure enough, an ordinary Taoist, dressed plainly, appeared in the sky.

Holding a whisk in his hand, he sat cross-legged on a small purple cloud less than ten feet wide.

The tone was indifferent, but the voice spread throughout the audience.

"Leave traces all over the world, and float to the South Pole to establish my name. I went straight to the nine heavens to practice my way, and the purple dust and white cranes came to welcome me."

"Poverty Zichen, a casual cultivator, has met all the masters."

Although Yan Nu doesn't understand poetry very well, but he is from all over the world and Antarctica, he just thinks this person is so chic, he has been to so many places...he has never seen the sea in his life.

The disciple of Xianzong said coldly: "You and I are in the same realm, so you can't be called a master...What happened last night is also related to you?"

The Zichen Sanren waved his whisk and said: "Fellow Daoist misunderstood, the poor Daoist is just a small Sanren, who has no family or sect, and never meddles in other people's business."

"There is only one confidant in my life, and I can see the world and mountains and rivers with me."

The disciple of Xianzong asked: "Why are you here, covered by my enchantment? You approached me incognito, and you said that last night had nothing to do with you?"

Zichen Sanren sighed, "I really misunderstood."

"The reason why Pindao is here is that the only bosom friend in my life died tragically at Shen Wuxing's hands."

"I'm alone in the sky and the earth. Pindao swears revenge, but he has fought several times, but he is not his opponent."

"Today I found out that he came out of the mountain, so I followed him all the way. But Pindao flew slowly, and when I got here, I only saw two of them."

"To be honest, the poor Taoist saw that your Xianzong was doing business, and he didn't want to get involved, so he just hid himself and listened to the conversation between the two masters..."

"I'm sure Shen Wuxing is dead, and Pindao has long wanted to leave, but it's hard for me to get out of this enchantment set up by an expert."

The disciple of Xianzong said reluctantly: "You are hiding your form and sneaking around, who knows whether what you say is true or not?"

"There are universes in your ears, show them to me!"

Zichen frowned and sighed frequently: "Does it have to be like this?"

The disciple of Xianzong sacrificed a ruler and said solemnly: "If you don't want to, follow me up the mountain and hand it over to my master Master Yuhe."

Zichen took out a jade flute from his bosom, and said helplessly: "Poverty Dao doesn't want to get involved in any entanglements, now that the revenge has been avenged, the wish has been fulfilled, I just want to visit the wilderness..."

"Let me go, why bother me."

The Xianzong disciple shouted: "It's not me who makes things difficult for you, everything is just the task of the master!"

After speaking, he shot decisively and threw out the ruler. In an instant, the ruler was as huge as a giant mountain, and it blasted towards Zichen with a blue light.

At the same time, he was still fighting with Ling Yun with a sword, using various spells frequently, one against two, and he still suppressed the latter with ease.

Facing the incoming magic weapon, Zi Chen immediately blew the jade flute, and a melodious melody spread.

Violet sound waves appeared in the air and condensed into substance, shaped like a flute, resisting the giant blue ruler.

When the voice reached Yan Nu's ears, he didn't feel any power, but found it very moving.

"Is this the flute? It sounds so good..." Yan Nu smiled, pleasantly surprised.

Since he was a child, except for listening to people singing some wild songs and beating some wooden clappers in the village, where has he heard any exquisite music?
The jade flute of the Zichen Scattered Man was ethereal and free, and the tune was leisurely. Yan Nu didn't know how to appreciate it, and couldn't explain why, but thought it sounded very good.

At this moment, the gods in the sky were fighting, and he was listening to the music with great interest at the foot of the mountain, and he forgot to look for a 'page'.

While blowing, Zichen sat upright on the cloud head, avoiding the ensuing spells.

But it seems that he has more than enough protection for himself, and the means of attack are insufficient.

"Fellow Taoist Zichen, if you want to leave, I want to leave too. You and I broke the barrier together!" Ling Yunjian's sword light suddenly surged, and many winds and thunders were blown away, bombarding the barrier.

Seeing this, Zichen's style of music changed suddenly, and the sound of the flute was desolate and grand!

It is like a vast picture scroll of mountains and rivers, displayed in front of your eyes, giving people a majestic, shocking and soul-stirring feeling.

At the same time, immense power was added to Ling Yunjian's moves, breaking the barrier in an instant.

Countless starlights dissipate and disappear.

"Okay!" Ling Yunjian didn't expect that this Zichen Sanren, although not enough to attack, but the auxiliary spells are very powerful, which directly made his swordsmanship more powerful by nearly ten times!
"Fellow Daoist, you and I go our separate ways! We will meet again in the future!"

Ling Yunjian bid farewell to Zichen and flew towards the east.

Zichen moved the cloud head and flew towards the west.

However, they didn't fly very far before they were stopped by the rays of light that appeared in their respective directions.

In the rays of the sun, there are still people showing their figures.

"What!" Ling Yunjian's face changed drastically, he recognized that the Xiaguang style blocking him was the Lushan Xianzong.

"Baishuitou in front of the Wulao Peak, and the Bilongtan is quite quiet. The ancient tree has a thousand-year-old spiritual fruit, and the Chunyang Sanzui Immortal Cave!"

In the midst of the rays of the sun, a woman walked out, wearing a green emerald smoked sweater, with a white jade hairpin in her hair, her face was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water.

However, if that was the case, Ling Yunjian would not be in a hurry.

Lushan is ranked at the bottom of the Xianzong, he even beat the Taihang Xianzong, so why not care about this?It's fine to escape, at worst, hide and practice penance in the future.

However, the back of this woman's head showed a circle of spiritual light, which shone brightly, like a wheel.

"Get the Dao and great power!" Ling Yunjian lost his voice in shock.

On the other side, Zi Chen also had a bitter expression on his face: "Is it the golden stage... What happens here really has nothing to do with me..."

It turned out that in the sunlight that blocked him from the west, a monk also walked out, with a sword on his back, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a circle of spiritual light behind his head.

"The Three Gorges in the Emei Valley, the world is full of difficulties. The Golden Summit has no caves in ancient times, and one peak is double locked with white clouds."

This is exactly the poem that the monks of Emei Xianzong recited when they represented the sect.

Yan Nu was at the foot of the mountain, looking up with his neck up, his eyes wide open. This was the first time he saw a monk who had attained the Dao Realm.

He always heard Shen Leling talk about how powerful the Dao Realm is, but Shen Leling couldn't tell what was going on with the Dao Realm, he just mentioned it often.

After the four stages of Body Tempering, Lingmiao, Divine Consciousness, and Tribulation Luck, one attains the Dao Realm.It seems that there is a layer of great transformation between the period of catastrophe and the state of attainment.

At this moment, Yan Nu heard only a few words, and then realized that the Dao Realm was divided into several stages, and the Golden Body Stage seemed to be the first small stage of the Dao Realm.

And this kind of aura that can shine from the back of the head is the characteristic that can only be revealed when one attains the golden body stage of Dao Realm.

"Two of the Dao realms came at once?"

Yan Nu felt strange: "Human is also against the sky, why don't they care about it? There are so many experts here for my little matter last night?"

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　PS: sorry.Zichen is the role of a book friend, which is quite important for the time being, the poem is rewritten, how do you feel.

　　
　
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