One Thought Feixian

Chapter 4 The Great Dream Heart Sutra
The central imperial city, the sword points to the world.

Although Menghunzong lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests and does not care about world affairs, it is already known to passers-by that the blood-clothed army of the imperial conscript army has wiped out many sects in a row with lightning speed, and Menghunzong has heard of it for a long time.

However, those sects exterminated by the imperial court, such as the Blood Spirit Sect, the Ghost Prison Sect, and the Nine Yin Sect, are all evil religions that stir up trouble and harm the world.

But now, Dream Soul Sect has also been encircled and suppressed by the imperial court, which is unbelievable.

For a moment, the entire Dream Soul Sect was shrouded in panic.

In today's world, the central imperial city is in charge of the gods of the country and the country. It is the destiny, the people's aspirations, and the general trend. Although the Dream Soul Sect is the world's largest sect with countless masters, if it wants to head-to-head with the central dynasty, it is nothing more than hitting a stone with an egg.

"Ghosts! The court actually sent a strong man from the realm of pure yang ghosts to deal with our Dream Soul Sect. Only the suzerain can resist it, but there are still a large number of blood-clothed legions at the foot of the mountain. How can we resist?"

Those who read and cultivate are treacherous!
Martial arts to train the body, mind to cultivate the gods.Although Nianxiu's mind power is strong, his body is very weak and cannot be compared with Wuxiu. Once the imperial court enlists the army to charge and attack, the Dream Soul Sect will not be able to resist anyway.

"This motto, entrusted by the sage to confiscate the Dream Soul Sect, you will immediately open the mountain gate, present the "Dream Heart Sutra", and submit to the imperial court. This seat can forgive you for the capital crime, otherwise , the blood-clothed legion will crush the Dream Soul Sect, the mountains and rivers will be broken, and blood will flow like rivers!"

Just when the power of thought enshrouded the entire Dream Soul Sect, a loud voice came from the air. The sound was thick and powerful, and it was transmitted to every corner, and all the disciples of Dream Soul Sect could hear it clearly.

"It's true that the imperial court confiscated the blood-clothed legion to exterminate our Dream Soul Sect, how could it be?" Many disciples were ashamed, with despair on their faces.

But there are also some disciples who are filled with righteous indignation and strong blood, roaring angrily: "Too much deceit! Fight them, and swear to defend Dream Soul Sect to the death!"

"I would rather die than surrender!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Jiang Yi was also infected by such a scene, his face flushed, and he opened his throat and shouted: "Fight it!"

Just when everyone was about to move, senior brother Xu Lin finally recovered from the shock, and stopped him quickly: "Junior brothers, don't be impulsive. This matter is related to the survival of this sect. We should report it to Master before making any plans."

While speaking, he took steps towards the palace above the square.

Everyone was startled, and then followed Xu Lin.

In front of Ziyun Hall, two disciples guarding the hall stopped the crowd: "Brother, the suzerain is in retreat, no one should disturb him."

"Go away!" Xu Lin yelled, "Now that the imperial conscript army has arrived at the foot of the mountain, the sect is facing the danger of extinction, so we must quickly report to Master and ask him to come out and take charge of the overall situation."

"This..." The expressions of the two guarding disciples changed, hesitating.

squeak...

At this moment, the palace door suddenly opened, and then an old voice came: "Jiang Yi, come in."

"Yes!" Jiang Yi replied, and then walked into the hall under the disbelieving eyes of everyone, and then the door of the hall closed again.

"How is this going?"

"Why did the suzerain call Jiang Yi in alone? Could it be that he wants to pass the Great Dream Heart Sutra to him?"

"Impossible! The Dream Heart Sutra is a peerless skill of our Dream Soul Sect. Only a genius like the elder brother is worthy of possessing it. Jiang Yi is a martial artist who has no understanding. Has it been passed on to him?"

"There is nothing impossible? He is not Nianxiu, but the suzerain still accepts him as a disciple? Which one of us is not better than him? But we still can't get into the eyes of the suzerain. You must know that he was brought back by the suzerain himself. "

"This is a secret, and I don't know what his identity is, and why he can be favored by the suzerain?"

Many disciples started discussing Jiang Yi after he walked into Ziyun Palace, feeling incredible.

Xu Lin was shocked, and his mind gradually sank to the bottom of the valley, like falling into an ice cellar.

Jiang Yi walked into Ziyun Hall, looked up, and saw a figure standing above the hall, Jiang Yi quickly said: "Master, now the entire Dream Soul Sect has been heavily surrounded by the imperial conscript army Now, the crisis is at stake, and now only Master himself can resolve this crisis."

This figure is clearly the master of Menghun Sect, Meng Qianqiu.

"This is the catastrophe of the Dream Soul Sect, and also the catastrophe of the sects in the world. It is God's will, and manpower is irreversible." Meng Qianqiu turned around, looked at Jiang Yi, shook his head and said.

Meng Qianqiu is an old man with gray hair, thin body, and a gray Taoist robe. He looks like a fairy and does not eat fireworks.

However, his eyes are like stars in the dark night, very bright, energetic, with a little bit of vicissitudes, as if they can penetrate the human body and touch the soul.

"God...will!" Jiang Yi heard this, his face was full of despair, and he said unwillingly: "I don't believe in God's will, our Dream Soul Sect is a great sect in the world, and our master is a strong man in the realm of ghosts and immortals. Wushuang, there must be a way to resolve this crisis, Master, I..."

However, before he finished speaking, Meng Qianqiu interrupted him: "Jiang Yi, how long have you been in Menghunzong?"

Jiang Yi was taken aback, but he still replied respectfully: "Master, I have been in Dream Soul Sect for more than ten years. If Master hadn't rescued me, I would have died. It's a pity that I am naturally dull and can't follow the path of cultivation. Dao, I have failed Master’s expectations of me.”

"Ten years, so fast..." Meng Qianqiu sighed: "You go, remember, God's will cannot be violated. In today's world, the central dynasty is the destiny, the people's will, the general trend, you want revenge , not only requires strong strength, absolute strength, but also patience, waiting for an opportunity..."

"No! I won't leave. Master treats me with great kindness. How can I just leave? I want to live and die with Dream Soul Sect!" Jiang Yi shouted loudly: "If this is God's will, then I will go against it." this day!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Meng Qianqiu scolded, and then with a big wave of his hand, a small crystal clear sword immediately appeared in front of Jiang Yi out of thin air: "This is a talisman sword that I refined with supreme thought power, and it contains With a trace of pure yang power, you can kill any strong person in the pure yang ghost fairyland, you can only activate it three times, and you can take this scripture with you too."

While speaking, a scroll of scriptures appeared in Meng Qianqiu's hands, and he threw it to Jiang Yi.

This volume of scriptures is black all over and exudes bursts of ancient atmosphere. It is densely filled with tiny characters. These characters are an ancient character, very mysterious.

But Jiang Yi still knew the four words at the top: "Dream Heart Sutra!"

(End of this chapter)