lord of all phenomena

Chapter 459 Misfortune Comes From Heaven
Mu Qingliu was still a little bit reluctant to leave Yuanjingfeng, but when he thought that he had a more important mission, his steps naturally became brisk.

He cast his mana leisurely, but Duan Guang was much faster than before.

Biyuan Mansion is full of water pools, Mu Qingliu only relied on a little agility, borrowed the vitality of the water from Biyuan Mansion, and left the boundary of Biyuan Mansion very quickly, as if traveling thousands of miles in an instant.

It really is a bit of awe-inspiring spirit, and the wind is blissful for thousands of miles.

With the big river rolling in front and the cool breeze blowing, Mu Qingliu saw the openness of the world and felt relieved.

He had a flash of inspiration, or else he would enter the primordial spirit from then on.

Mu Qingliu wanted to take advantage of this joyful thought in his heart to directly break into delusion and cultivate the He Yuanshen that day, so that he could return to the sect with glory and glory, and live up to the grace of Gu Zhenjun's subtle and subtle preaching for more than a hundred years.

The vitality of the heavens and the earth was tumbling, as if sensing Mu Qingliu's mind, it condensed in his direction.

But a refreshing wave of vitality broke Mu Qingliu's state of mind.

He looked at the fluctuation of vitality.

Only a man in green clothes appeared, with disheveled hair and unkempt appearance, but he was sober and bright, like a mountain breeze, fluttering like a fairy descended into the world, just like Gu Zhenjun's demeanor.

"Who is this person?" Mu Qingliu could tell at a glance that this person was extraordinary, but after searching through his mind, he couldn't think of who this person was.

The man looked at Mu Qingliu, and said with a hearty smile, "My little friend was about to attain the Tao, but I spoiled the scenery. It's really a sin."

Mu Qingliu smiled slightly and said, "It's okay. It's not a matter of time before you become enlightened. It's not a matter of time. To meet someone like a Taoist friend, the joy in it is no less than that of becoming a primordial spirit."

The man focused his attention on Mu Qingliu and said leisurely: "I never thought that I would see someone like Xiaoyou when I came out after being away from the world for so many years. Qingyang today has outstanding talents, and it is far better than I was back then. World affairs. I heard that in today's world, there are two kings and one real, both of whom are born out of nowhere. The two kings refer to Master Yun and Gu Zhenjun in the Wanxiang sect. Seeing that the little friend is so handsome, how can he be more real than these two gentlemen?"

Mu Qingliu said calmly: "I am like a firefly compared to a bright moon when I compare myself to Master Gu Zhenjun. As for Master Guo, he is like the sea. I am just a stream, so I can't compare."

The man smiled and said, "The more you talk about it, the more I'm curious about them. It's just that I'm a little inconvenient right now. My little friend is very talented. Can you do me a little favor?"

Mu Qingliu saw that this person had a mouthful of a friend, and his words were open-minded, and he thought to himself, could this person be some Taoist hermit Sanxian, maybe he was a real person who had been robbed two or three times.

If he can get acquainted with such a person, it will be helpful to him.

Mu Qingliu said generously: "You can tell me how you want me to help you, fellow daoist."

The man opened his mouth and smiled, showing his neat and white teeth. His smile was innocent, but he said something that made Mu Qingliu feel cold, "It's nothing else, I just want to use my little friend's body."

A chill came out of Mu Qingliu's body, and a sense of horror arose in his heart.

The Taoist in front of him is no longer as bright as the breeze and the moon just now, exuding the breath of a sea of ​​blood, and at the same time the face of the other party also changed, all of his facial features disappeared suddenly, and with a facial twitch, the other party's facial features grew again When he came out, he was no different from Mu Qingliu.

"Heart Demon Dao Sutra?" Mu Qingliu couldn't help shouting.

He recalled a rumor, and said with difficulty, "Could it be that you are Chen Beiming, the patriarch of the Heart Demon Sect."

The man laughed loudly and said, "I didn't expect anyone in the world to know my name."

Mu Qingliu cupped his hands and said: "There are only a few hundred true emperors in the Qingyang Great Realm since ancient times, and all of them have been recorded. What's more, the Tianhe Sect who came from below has always been at odds with Xumi Temple, so there are many encounters with seniors. Some understanding."

Chen Beiming raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't have to bring out the sect behind you to scare me. Hey, your physical body is nourished by the treasures of heaven and earth, and your heart is pure. It is the best house. I am I won't be willing to let you go."

Mu Qingliu's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice: "The teacher is Guo Zhenren, and Pindao just left from Gu Zhenjun."

Before he could finish his sentence, streaks of water light had already been shot out, turning into sword Qi Changhong, blasting towards Chen Beiming.

He really has no reservations.

After taking the shot, he immediately ran towards Biyuan Mansion without looking back.

Chen Beiming smiled lightly, and slammed straight into the sword energy, but the strange thing was that the sword energy treated Chen Beiming as if there was nothing.

Chen Beiming was not affected in any way, and passed through the sword energy easily.

Chen Beiming's chuckle sounded in Mu Qingliu's ears.

He subconsciously turned around and found that Chen Beiming was beside him, walking side by side with him.

"Little friend, you can't escape."

The chill in Mu Qingliu's heart increased greatly, but he still ignored the interference of the other party's words, and walked towards Biyuan Mansion with all his strength.

Chen Beiming still walked side by side with him calmly, as if he was not in a hurry to catch Mu Qingliu, like a cat playing with a mouse, and his intention was to play with Mu Qingliu well.

He said leisurely: "There is someone in this direction who can save you, oh, it must be Gu Zhenjun."

Mu Qingliu didn't answer, just walked forward dully.

Chen Beiming said, "Hey, you just keep walking, but don't you even see if you're going in the right direction?"

Mu Qingliu was startled suddenly, looking forward, he turned the other way unknowingly.

how is this possible.

Must be hallucination.

Chen Beiming clasped his hands at the side, yawned and said, "Forget it, Ye Chang has many dreams, so I won't play with you anymore."

Chen Beiming smiled faintly, his body swayed slightly, and suddenly disappeared in Mu Qingliu's senses, a sense of despair arose in his heart.

When he raised his head again, he saw Chen Beiming turning into a phantom and appearing in front of his eyes.

"Your body belongs to me." But Chen Beiming laughed.

Mu Qingliu suddenly found that he could no longer use any mana.

He is close to the realm of Yuanshen and is vulnerable in front of the opponent.

Mu Qingliu sighed in his heart, after all, he couldn't follow in Gu Zhenjun's footsteps.He is not reconciled.He felt that he could follow Gu Zhenjun to accomplish great things and change the world.

Chen Beiming turned into a phantom, and was about to walk into Mu Qingliu's body, when suddenly a ray of golden light burst out, Chen Beiming's phantom was blocked by the golden light, and he couldn't help but pause.

"Bodhizi?" Chen Beiming sneered, and he waved his hand to produce a puff of green smoke, which instantly wiped out the golden light.

Just now Mu Qingliu had a glimmer of hope because of Qingguang, but then fell into despair again!
At this time, a pure bamboo fell from the sky.

As soon as the pure bamboo falls, a sea of ​​bamboo is formed immediately, and the leisurely and clean Taoist rhyme is full of vitality along with the sea of ​​bamboo, rippling in the sea of ​​bamboo, and undulating with the waves of bamboo leaves.

"Six pure bamboos! Which bald donkey are you from Wuxiang Temple?" Chen Beiming said coldly.

(End of this chapter)