Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

It can be seen that in order to explore this place, Cowen put a lot of thoughts and sought out many fellow practitioners, and most of them are casual cultivators with a low background.

Two days later, the last person also showed up.

Thieves Shen Hou!

This is also the famous Golden Core Grandmaster.

It's just that his reputation is not very good. In the early years, in order to achieve the golden core, he stole many treasures of the school, which is notorious.

Repair base, Jin Dan mid-term.

Good at hiding and flying, he has escaped several times from the monks of the late Jindan period, and is still a reward from the Imperial Spirit Gate.

It's no wonder that he hasn't shown up all the time. As a person, once he shows up, he might be able to provoke a lot of right and wrong.

"Shen Mou's reputation as Friends of Daoist Mo has been heard for a long time." Shen Hou seemed to be very interested in Mo Qiu, and took the initiative to speak with his fists and hands.

"Shen has always wanted to make a pot of spirit pills, but he has no suitable alchemy master. I have to see you today. We should have a good chat when we have time."

"Dare not follow your fate." Mo Qiu handed his hands over:

"But fellow Daoists should know that after the spirit creatures in the water world go out, the efficacy of the medicine is greatly lost, so even if they are refined into a spiritual pill, they are afraid that it will not be effective."

Because of this, the monks who came in got the elixir, and most of them took it directly, and almost no one bothered to refine the elixir.

His alchemist was useless.

For Shenhou, although everyone present was not obvious, they were all vigilant.

This person who dared to steal the Golden Core Sect in Daoji realm was bold enough and could do nothing to achieve his goal.

"certainly."

Shen Hou smiled and nodded:

"The pill that Shen wants to refine is already available outside, and it doesn't involve the spiritual creatures of this world."

"All right!"

Cowen spoke at the right time:

"Since you have already seen it, let's go up and take a look. The secret is about to open, and don't let others wait."

"Yes!"

"go!"

Several people nodded, and the escape light rose one after another and went straight into the sky.

...

Void and boundless.

What is hard to see is a rainless weather.

Above the mist, a group of figures stood in the air.

There are monks and nuns in figures, old and young, and strong, and the auras are all extremely powerful, and they even cause the surrounding heaven and earth to vigorously vigorously.

Mo Qiu and the others were inconspicuous.

In the middle, there are two people standing with their hands behind each other.

Although they were just two people, they were so powerful that they suppressed everyone around them.

Jun Lei real person Lei Fei.

Smile at Maitreya Fatkong.

True person Jun Lei wears a Taoist robe full of thunder patterns and a crown of heaven on his head. His tall and sturdy figure resembles the **** of thunder, with a breath of deterrence from all directions.

Laughing Maitreya had a round body, a fat face, and his eyes were seamed when he laughed. The shabby robes could not even cover his round belly.

The two stood side by side, condensing the void.

Not far from them, I don't know when, like the surface of the water, ripples appear in the void, and through the ripples, you can faintly see the blurry scene inside.

The ancestral temple is hidden!

"It is reported that there is a world hidden in the depths of the ancestral temple, which is completely different from the water world." Cowen looked solemn and spoke slowly to several people:

"No one knows its vastness there. For thousands of years, few people have been able to enter, and the elixir inside is naturally far more abundant than the outside world."

"The reason why the real Yuan Ying entered the water realm is because of this!"

"Yeah." Mrs. Butterfly nodded slowly:

"The ancestral temple here is not as good as the ancestral temple, but there were only two groups of people entering it before, and there may be more good things than the ancestral temple."

"hope so."

Shen Hou rubbed his hands, his eyes full of enthusiasm.

Mo Qiu glanced at him, subconsciously vigilant in his heart.

This person's escape method is extremely mysterious, and he clearly stands not far away, but the perception of the spiritual official's eye does not always feel like it is real.

Fleeing forever, really worthy of the name.

also…

When the two met for the first time, a flash of surprise and ecstasy flashed in each other's eyes. Although they covered it well, they could not escape his perception.

Does the other party know yourself?

Thoughts turn, and agitated not far away.

"Zhang Meng!"

"He didn't even die?"

"He's here too!"

The exclamation continued, and the crowd quickly dispersed, revealing two figures, one old and one young.

The old man's beard is white, his breath is not obvious, and his body is full of decay, just like an ordinary person who is dying.

The woman wears a tulle on her head and has a golden core cultivation base, which seems to be flustered, leaning tightly against the old man.

"Um?"

Do not ask for slightly raised eyebrows.

Although the woman's head was covered by a tulle instrument, he could recognize at a glance that this woman was the one who set up the stall a few days ago.

Zhang Mian?

Sanyang Jian Zhang Free!

His thoughts turned sharply, and his eyes narrowed.

"Unexpected." At this moment, the real person Jun Lei looked sideways, his voice dull:

"Daoyou Zhang dare to show up?"

"Hehe..." Since his identity was revealed, Zhang Mian no longer hides it, his body is lightly shaken, and a scorching yang qi spreads out:

"The old age is running out of time. If you don't take a fight, can't you wait for death?"

"Amitabha Buddha." Smiling Maitreya Fakong put his hands together, and the smile that was always hanging on his face had quietly calmed down.

He looked at Zhang Mun, the Buddha's light surging behind him, a 10,000-character French word quietly appeared, the meaning of compassion on his body was exhausted and the aura of destruction:

"Zhang's benefactor destroys me and divides the rudder, kills Qingshan Dao brother, it is the death place of Jiujiang League. Since I met today, I am about to ask the benefactor for advice!"

"Hmph!" Zhang Mian sneered when he heard the words, and when he raised his hand, a bright colorful sword light appeared beside him:

"Monk, Zhang is afraid that you won't succeed!"

"but…"

He paused slightly, and said with a smile:

"I'm afraid you won't be able to enter this hidden place anymore."

"Amitabha Buddha." Laughing Maitreya was not motivated by his words, and said lightly:

"It seems that what the benefactor really wants is to search for treasures in secret. It doesn't matter if the poor monks don't enter, it's just a chance."

"The donor will die because of this!"

He could see that the other party's body had run out of oil, but it was just empty, maybe it would die after more than ten years.

"Maybe." Zhang Mian's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a cold voice:

"But even if Zhang is dead, he might be able to pull up your bald donkey. My Sanyang sword hasn't eaten blood for hundreds of years, and I'm about to get out of its sheath today."

There was silence in the court.

Don't ask for a flash of eyes.

He has heard of the reputation of Sanyang Sword Zhang Mian, the real Yuan Ying, and he is a casual cultivator, and he has an antagonistic hatred with the Jiujiang League.

Four hundred years ago, one person smashed into the Lijiang sub-rudder with one sword, and one Yuan Ying with the sword, but it was reported that this person was also killed shortly afterwards.

Unexpectedly, he didn't die, and he came here.

"Hula la..."

The gust of wind shook, everyone has already retreated violently, giving way to the center position.

The golden core fighting technique can spread to hundreds of miles, and the real Yuan Ying's fight is afraid of shaking thousands of miles. If you get close, you will die.

"Two."

Suddenly, Lei Fei stretched out his hand and said:

"Can we talk about the contradictions of the past, and now they will open up in the dark. If you think about it, you don't want to miss this opportunity, right?"

As he said, he looked at Laughing Maitreya and opened his mouth to speak. Although he didn't know what he said, he could see Laughing Maitreya's face changing from time to time.

a long time.

Laughing Maitreya narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhang Mian and the girl next to him, and nodded:

"For the face of fellow Lei Daoist, I will spare your life for the time being, but you can't stand by when you open up your secrets."

"Hehe..." Zhang Meng raised his eyebrows, but did not refuse:

"Alright, Zhang is about to go in and take a look."

As he said, with a flick of his finger, the flying sword on his side disappeared abruptly, appearing on the ripples of the void, and the sword body flickered and burst into light.

"Om..."

The ripples trembled, and instantly became much more transparent.

"good!"

Lei Fei nodded, his face was full of joy, and then his long sleeves lightly waved, a dazzling thunder light smashed on the ripples like a living thing.

"Amitabha!"

Laughing Maitreya folded his hands together, three relics flew out of the back of his head, the relics flashed with the light of the Buddha, and the enlightened Taoism scriptures poured into the ripples.

"Om..."

The three Yuanying real people joined forces, and the ripples suddenly trembled, and then rapidly expanded, gradually turning into a whirlpool, and the scenery inside began to reveal little by little.

Mo Qiuzheng changed in his visual field, his body suddenly tightened, and the Armored Soldier Body Tempering Dafa and Wu Yue Zhen Prison spontaneously operated at full capacity.

Not long after the Black Light Armor was refined, he still couldn't do what he wanted. It took a long time to react, but he forced it down.

"It's you?"

A cold voice came from not far away, like a smile but not a smile:

"What a coincidence."

Don't ask to turn your head sideways, eyes can't help but shrink.

The ancestor of scattered flowers!

He unexpectedly came here, the woman next to him was the goddess Feng Guyan.

After a few years of absence, Feng Guyan's complexion seemed to be not very good, his face was haggard, and it seemed that he had been slammed very badly.

"The old ancestor of scattered flowers!"

"It's him?"

"Who is that person?"

"I don't know. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

The whispers started from all over the place.

The ancestor of Sanhua is the existence of Hope Yuanying, and he is very famous in Yunmengchuan, and there are not a few people who know him here.

As for Mo Qiu...

The reputation is not obvious, but there are not many masters of Jin Dan, and you will know after a little inquiries, and there will be some riots in the field.

Different from Yuan Ying, everyone is just watching the mentality of watching the changes here.

"The old ancestor of scattered flowers?"

Cowen frowned, his thoughts turned, and he had guessed at odds and ends.

He knew that the old ancestor of Sanhua was interested in Wang Qiaoxi, but at that time Wang Qiaoxi had not become a golden pill, and the other party was not urgent.

Daoji reached the golden core, although it was only one step away, it stopped too many people.

Even the Sanhua faction is not sure to help others to achieve the golden core.

now.

When Wang Qiaoxi had obtained the golden core, the old ancestor of scattered flowers was determined to obtain it, and that girl's sweetheart was the unquestioned person in front of him.

The contradiction is obvious.

"..."

Beside, Madame Butterfly's beautiful eyes flashed, Tian Chi frowned, but the two couples and Shen Hou on Tongye Island had quietly retreated.

The attitude of a few people is undoubtedly revealed.

After all, it hasn't been long since I first met, and there is no friendship, let alone offending the ancestor of scattered flowers for the sake of not asking.

Although Mrs. Butterfly and Tianchi have not yet expressed their views, they will not take the initiative to solicit right and wrong if they want to.

Why!

Cowen sighed in his heart, and moved forward, arching his hand to speak.

"What's wrong?"

At this time, a crisp female voice sounded:

"Friend Mo Dao, meet again?"

Don't ask to turn your head sideways, your eyes are slightly bright.

Hu Qingju!

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