Hong Huang: The days when I was the chief of Jujiao

Chapter 92 Zhao Gongming, the black tiger of Jinao Island Biyou Palace!
Seeing that Jin Ao was still sleeping, Taoist Duobao couldn't help saying in surprise.

"Master is here, why is Fellow Daoist Jinao still asleep?"

The Holy Mother of Guiling smiled and said, "My elder Jin'ao has a huge Taoist body and is not easy to move, so he is used to using the method of sleeping in dreams to increase his Taoism. I will go and wake him up now. If the elder knows that the master is coming to him to open up a Taoist place , will be very happy."

After the Holy Mother of Guiling said, auspicious clouds of five colors rose from the bottom of her feet and flew towards Jin Ao.

Called by the unique method in the inheritance of the turtle clan's bloodline, after a while, the hill-like Jin Ao gradually came to life.

Jin Ao's eyes were a little confused and puzzled at first, but after the Guiling Virgin whispered a few words next to Jin Ao, Jin Ao's eyes gradually widened, and finally filled with joy.

"Is everything you say true?"

Jin Ao's voice is ancient and vicissitudes, and after years of changes, it contains an indelible charm. This is an extremely ancient Da Luoxian.

The Holy Mother of Guiling smiled slightly, "Uncle Jinao, I can still lie to you. If my master can open a dojo with you, under the influence of the sage, you will definitely be able to break through the shackles of Daluoxian and prove the quasi-sage." Yes, this is a great opportunity!"

Jin Ao, belonging to the Xuangui lineage, is one of the many descendants of the Beiming Xuangui, but his talent is not very good.

Moreover, the Xuangui family is restricted by the heaven and the earth, so it is extremely difficult to transform into form.

Jin Ao's natural aptitude is average, and he can cultivate to the perfection of Daluo Jinxian purely through time.

Therefore, until now, it still cannot be transformed into the innate Dao body of the human race.

The Xiantian Dao body is as big as a small mountain and weighs ten thousand junctures, so it is very inconvenient to move around.

Jin Ao predicted that with his own aptitude, he would only be able to break free from the restrictions of the heavens and successfully transform into a form after he had practiced to the quasi-sage level.

Therefore, Jin Ao has been cultivating in the east of the East China Sea for these years, accumulating mana, and hopes that one day he will be able to prove the Taoist quasi-sage and successfully transform into form.

But Xuangui's aptitude is average, and he is not outstanding among the many descendants of Beiming Xuangui.

In any case, I can't go any further, so I want to seek advice from a sage.
In Jin Ao's golden eyes, the hope of proving the quasi-sage rose instantly.

He soared into the clouds on all fours, and a cloud the size of a small mountain condensed under his body, and then lifted it up.

Before the person came to the side of the leader of Tongtian, there was a terrible sense of oppression.

It was not the first time for Duobao and the others to feel the aura of Da Luoxian, and they were still slightly shocked at this time.

"It's such a terrifying mana, accumulated over hundreds of millions of years, it's really extraordinary."

"With such mana and morality, I'm afraid it's not far from the quasi-sage?"

Chen Xuanji smiled slightly, Jin Ao in front of him was just a heir of Beiming Xuangui, so it was nothing to remind him.

The Northern Dark Turtle is the true man of great magic power since the beginning of the world.

The depth and strength of mana, even among saints, no one can match it!
That Jin Ao came to the side of Tongtian Cult Master and said reverently.

"Disciple Jin Ao, I implore the sage to guide me."

Master Tongtian nodded slightly, "I want to open up a dojo of interception in your territory, are you willing?"

Jin Ao nodded again and again, "I am willing, I am willing, as long as I can be by the saint's side and listen to the saint's teachings, I am willing to do anything."

Master Tongtian pondered for a while, "Your innate Taoist body is too huge. It is always inappropriate to be an outer disciple. Would you like to be my guardian beast?"

"Guardian beast?"

Jin Ao has been in a deep sleep for too long, and his eyes are still a little confused.

"Dare to ask the sage, as a guardian beast, can he listen to the saint's way?"

Master Tongtian smiled slightly, "Of course it is possible."

Jin Ao breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I will."

As he said that, Jin Ao seemed to have thought of it, and quickly pointed to the center of the island, a place where spirits gathered.

"There are rare treasures and spiritual treasures that have been born for countless tens of thousands of years in the nearby sea area of ​​thousands of miles. I don't need them. They are all disposed of by the saints."

Tongtian nodded slightly, and first looked at Duobao.

"Duobao, you are responsible for taking away all the rare treasures and rare treasures on those islands."

"Yes, Master."

Duobao turned into a rainbow and flew towards the island.

"Golden Ling, you and Wudang are responsible for relocating all the creatures on the island temporarily."

"Yes, Master."

Jin Ling and Wu Dang nodded in unison, and also shouted to Xiaodao to rush.

Gui Ling was a little curious, and asked, "This small island is endowed with a paradise, why did Master take away all the creatures on the island?"

Chen Xuanji uttered three words concisely, "It's too small."

Master Tongtian nodded, "My Jiejiao now has hundreds of thousands of disciples, and more monks will join my Jiejiao in the future. How can this small island accommodate my Jiejiao's ten thousand immortals?" ?”

The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit nodded, "That's true. In this way, the place does not seem to be very big."

"After you move away all the spiritual treasures and treasures on the island, I will take action and use this small island as the foundation to expand the Jujiao Dojo."

To move, one must move thoroughly. According to him, the East China Sea may not be as good as Kunlun Mountain.

The Taoism of Jiejiao will be revived again on Kunlun Mountain.

One day sooner or later, he will let his elder brother just take a look, he cuts off the way of teaching, and it is by no means weaker than explaining it.

After about half a day, Duobao, Jinling, and Guiling came back from the island, "Master, everything is done."

Chen Xuanji stood up and said softly, "Master, after all, the Dragon Clan is the host. To open up a dojo, do you want the Dragon Clan to come?"

"No, it's just a field, why bother mobilizing people?"

Master Tongtian shook his head and shouted, "You wait to back away, don't hurt you!"

The voice of the leader of the Tongtian sect fell, and he taught Wanxian to control the streamer, and retreated hundreds of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Master Tongtian gave a soft shout, and countless auras of chaos rose up all over his body.

Chaos Qi, which only exists in chaos, is a higher-level energy than innate aura, which can only be refined by the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian [Saint]!
Master Tongtian wants to use the power of chaos to retrain the earth, fire, water and wind above the East China Sea to create a perfect dojo for Jiejiao!

"Crack, click!"

As the air of chaos appeared beside the leader of Tongtian, in a short while, the earth, fire, water and wind above the entire East China Sea shook, and every inch of space, under the great power and terror, was smashed inch by inch and turned into powder .

Even the small island where Jin Ao was located before was not spared, it was completely annihilated and turned into nothingness.

On the surface of the vast ocean, waves of ten thousand zhang were set off, turbulent and surging, slapping the sky and the earth!
In the depths of the East China Sea, in the forbidden area of ​​the Dragon Clan, in the Dragon Tomb.

Ao Ling is reporting to Zhulong the development of the dragon clan over the years, as well as the heavenly contract signed with Jiejiao.

Suddenly feeling the rough waves above the sea surface, the ground fire, water and wind raging, I couldn't help being slightly startled.

"Earth, fire, water, and wind are shaking. Is this the power of a saint?"

Ao Ling's eyes were full of shock. Earth, fire, water, and wind are the four elements that constitute the foundation of the prehistoric world. Even the quasi-sage Daxiu is hard to shake.

But now, in the hands of a sage, it is easily crushed and turned into nothingness!
Ao Ling once again had a clear understanding of the saint.

Opposite Ao Ling, Zhulong's huge long eyes looked at the stalwart figure on the sea, and said slowly.

"Jiejiao's orthodoxy is like the sky, and it is getting stronger every day. For the revival of our Dragon Clan, we must try our best to make friends with Jiejiao. In the future, our Dragon Clan may still rely on the power of Jiejiao."

"Don't worry, Patriarch, I understand."

Ao Ling's face was solemn, the revitalization of the Dragon Clan was the ultimate plan of the Dragon Clan, and it was also the ultimate goal of his life.

"Cough cough."

Just as he was talking, Zhulong suddenly coughed and his face turned pale.

"Old Ancestor, countless Yuanhuis have passed since the Long Han Great Tribulation passed away. Could it be that the injury still cannot be healed?"

Ao Ling was very worried, Zhulong was not only the ancestor of his dragon clan, but also one of the few trump cards of the dragon clan, nothing could go wrong.
If something goes wrong with Zhulong, it will be difficult for the huge dragon clan and the huge East China Sea to survive only with him, a quasi-saint monk.

"My injury is not an ordinary injury, but a Dao injury. It was caused by the backlash of heaven and earth disaster caused by participating in the three-clan war in the past. With my own ability, I cannot recover."

A look of gloom flashed across Zhulong's face.

Once upon a time, when he candled a dragon, he traveled around nine heavens and ten places in high spirits!

But the Tao was wounded, and the dragon war god who ruled the world in the past turned into a decayed body after all.

In Ao Ling's eyes, at some point, strands of water mist rose.

"Old Ancestor, if it really doesn't work, after my son Ao Guang joins the Jiejiao, I will ask the saint to help."

Zhulong waved his hand, "No need to be so troublesome. Although my Taoist injury is serious, there will be no problems for a while. You don't have to worry about me. You can develop the dragon clan with peace of mind. No matter how the world changes, my dragon clan will inherit it. Never stop!"

"Yes, old man!"

Ao Ling stood up, and slowly exited the Dragon Tomb!

After the boiling spirit receded, most of Zhulong's energy seemed to have dissipated at once.

On the already rotten Dao body, the death energy became more and more vigorous.
But his pair of eyes were unusually bright.

"Brother, don't worry, my Dragon Clan will prosper again."

The surface of the East China Sea stretches as far as the eye can see, boundless and vast, and the leader of the Tongtian sect uses the energy of chaos to shatter all the earth, fire, water and wind with a radius of tens of thousands of miles around himself!
A brand new island has reappeared on the surface of the East China Sea!

The island is stretching and mighty, thousands of ravines compete for streams, thousands of peaks compete for beauty, the sun reflects the hazy light and locks the emerald green, the rain harvests the dark color and is cold and green, the withered vines wrap around the old trees, and the ancient crossing is a secluded journey.

Strange flowers and auspicious grasses, tall bamboos and pine trees, evergreen and blessed land for thousands of years, Sai Pengying is always there at all seasons, the sound of birds is near, the source spring is clear, there are many valleys surrounded by orchids, and moss grows everywhere on the cliffs.

"Put the captured fairy birds and beasts back on this island."

Jin Ling, Wudang took the command, waved his sleeves, and countless fairy birds and beasts flew to the island.

Every time I hear the cranes chirping, every time I see the phoenix flying, when the cranes chirping, the sound vibrates nine high and the sky is far away, the phoenix soars, the feathers are colorful clouds and light, the black ape and the white deer are hidden, and the golden lion and jade elephant are hidden.

Master Tongtian looked at it, but still felt a little dissatisfied.

So with great mana, a palace exactly the same as the Qing Palace on Kunlun Mountain was built in the center of the island.

Around the palace, the haze is scattered, the sun and the moon are shining, and the mysterious purple air rises around the palace. It is beautiful from a distance.

Looking at the palace, Jin Guangxian blurted out, "Isn't this the Shangqing Palace we cut off from? It's exactly the same."

Master Tongtian shook his head slightly, "From now on, there will be no Shangqing Palace. This palace is called Biyou Palace!"

Words can be spoken as usual, and there are three divine characters written on the palace plaque.

"Biyou Palace."

The Master Tongtian established the Biyou Palace, looked at the huge Jinao at his feet, and smiled slightly, "This island should be called Jinao Island."

Then, the leader of the Tongtian religion stood with his hands behind his back, and announced to all immortals.

"From today onwards, my Jiejiao Taoist temple will be established. All my Jiejiao disciples can open their own caves on Jin'ao Island and live alone to avoid disputes. My Jiejiao Taoist temple has just been established. After a hundred years, I will open the altar to give lectures. It has been said for thousands of years, and those who are destined to live in the wild can come to Jinao Island in the East China Sea to listen to the lecture."

The voice of Master Tongtian was not loud, but it contained the majesty of a saint, and it fell into the ears of the prehistoric creatures.

For a time, the prehistoric creatures boiled again, and the saint preached, this is a great opportunity.

If you grasp it well, you will make a breakthrough in your cultivation and ascend to the sky in one step. You may even be favored by the sage Tongtian and worship under the sect of Jiejiao.

"That's the sage lineage, if you can worship it."

There are countless casual cultivators in Hong Huang, with a look of longing on his face.

Although casual cultivators are free, their practice is difficult and progress is slow.

Cutting off teaching, there is no distinction between teaching and learning, intercepting a ray of life for all things, and there is not much restraint on the disciples.

Therefore, Jiejiao is the dream teacher of countless casual cultivators in the prehistoric period.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuqing Palace, Yuan Shi frowned and snorted softly

"It is necessary to open the altar to preach and recruit disciples. If this continues, there will be more and more disciples of Jiejiao, and more and more karmic obstacles. How can the Taoism of Jiejiao last?"

Yuan Shi didn't want to see this scene again, so he sat on Qingyun, closed his six senses, and began to cultivate.

On the other side, Taiqing, together with Master Xuandu and hundreds of disciples, also found a new dojo.

Shouyang Mountain, Bajing Palace, is also a good place of heaven and earth. Although it is not as strong as Kunlun Mountain, it is not much worse.

On Jinao Island, the leader of Tongtian is preparing to go to Biyou Palace to familiarize himself with the familiar environment.

But he saw a strong man with a black face and thick beard and an iron crown on his head, rushing towards Jinao Island with three graceful fairies.

Three fairies, one in a pure white cloud pattern dress, one in a light turquoise dress, and one in a light blue dress, with exquisite facial features, black silk, graceful figure, waist like a willow, glamorous and moving, Can not party things.

At this moment, the faces of the three turned pale, and they followed the black-faced man closely, looking back from time to time, as if there was some scourge behind them.

Taoist Duobao was slightly taken aback seeing this scene.

"What a black-faced man, the master only gave the sermon a hundred years later, why did he come so early?"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit frowned slightly, "How can you be so reckless in front of the saint, without knowing etiquette at all?"

Qiu Shouxian echoed again and again, "That's right, the sage dojo, how reckless and reckless it is!"

"It's not recklessness, but running away. Behind them, there seems to be something chasing them."

Chen Xuanji looked at the three fairies next to the black-faced man with burning eyes, and felt very familiar.

After thinking about it for a while, my mind suddenly cleared up.

When I was in the East China Sea before, I got the twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus, and when I returned to Kunlun Mountain, I passed by Sanxian Island.

On Sanxian Island, there are three auspicious clouds, one is pure white, one is light blue, and the other is light blue. The aura of the three auspicious clouds comes from the same source as the aura of these three women, isn't it Sanxiao?

The identities of the three women were already known, and the identity of the black-faced man was naturally ready to be revealed.

Living in Mount Emei, Luofu Cave, the eldest brother of Sanxiao, the future chief disciple of Jiejiao, Zhao Gongming, Zhao Xuantan!

(End of this chapter)