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Although Wang Yuan's body was smashed and reassembled by Zi Lei, his clothes were not damaged at all.

Now Wang Yuan's whole body is bald, without a hair. Taking advantage of Zi Lei's final stage, Wang Yuan picked up the clothes and put them on, and took the real Mo Yunliang back into the small world. Why did Mo Yunliang suffer? hack?Wang Yuan has his own uses.

"Big beard..." Qin Ying was stunned only halfway through the call, because the current Wang Yuan not only didn't have a beard, but he didn't even have any hair, and he became a bare egg.

When Wang Yuan reorganized his physical body in the end, he reorganized into the appearance of Mo Yunliang, and now, no one can tell that he is not Mo Yunliang.Wang Yuan didn't care about his appearance anymore, he had already grasped the true meaning of transforming his form, he could change his appearance if he wanted to, if he didn't change, it was real.

"Big egg?" Qin Ying laughed loudly. She slapped her hands on the ground while laughing, but Wendao ladder thought it was admitting defeat and teleported away.

Wang Yuan turned around and looked at the hall in front of him.

The people in the hall came out under the leadership of the three ancestors, and there was a large platform in front of the hall.

The side hall door next to the main hall was also opened, and eight monks who had climbed the Wendao ladder and a group of monks who had climbed the Wendao ladder before but had not reached the Nascent Soul also came out.

Wang Yuan looked at the three ordinary people facing him, and he knew in his heart that these three people might be the legendary gods of the transformation god level.

The three indistinct consciousnesses swept over Wang Yuan's body, and Wang Yuan immediately judged that the strength of these three consciousnesses far surpassed his own. If it wasn't for the fusion of his own consciousness with the small world, and the small world here just now With the recognition of the will, I can't even feel these divine senses.And among them, there is that extremely cold consciousness.

Naxia Yuanzu nodded: "Crystal and translucent, perfect body. Brother Fei, what do you think?"

"Wugou Golden Pill is really rare." Another Yuanzu exclaimed, it seems to be Senior Brother Fei.

Wang Yuan looked inside, only to realize that this time he did not have systematic help, and he jumped into Jindan Dzogchen in one leap.

His golden core is like a golden crystal ball, but there are two baby patterns on it, he doesn't understand this, but now is not the time to ask.

"Old Zhong, this is your man, why haven't you discovered this kind of talent for so many years?" Xia Yuanzu turned his head and asked a monk with a cold face beside him.

The cultivator didn't say a word, Wang Yuan looked at his cold gaze, and felt that this man was probably the master of the extremely cold consciousness.

"Okay, okay, a good seedling I haven't seen for many years. You go and prepare, the phantom festival is about to start, don't waste the opportunity to share it with you. Go." Senior Brother Fei changed the subject.

"Yes." Everyone bowed together, even those Nascent Souls were no exception.

Led by a Nascent Soul from Xiangdian, everyone walked towards the back of the hall.

"Can this son transform into a god within 300 years?" Xia Yuanzu asked.

"Xiaoxia, after two lifetimes, you still can't change your quick temper. In the past thousands of years, what kind of evildoer has not appeared? Only evildoers can't do it, and they have to die young. A genius who dies young is not a genius. Let's talk about it when he grows up. .” Senior Brother Fei laughed.

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Wang Yuan and others walked around the main hall, and behind it was a tall altar, which was divided into several layers. At the highest point of the altar, there was an altar in the middle, on which there was only an incense burner and a stick of incense, nothing else.

A Nascent Soul Dzogchen stands in front of the altar.

Seven Nascent Souls walked to the highest platform, among them Mo Xieyang should represent Tongshan Town, Wang Yuan guessed that these people were related to the Seven Light Gates.

Dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators other than the seven Nascent Soul cultivators who came to the stage were on the lower stage, while Wang Yuan and the others were on the lowest altar.

Nascent Soul Dzogchen, the leader of the "worship" let out a soft drink.

Everyone bowed their hands.

"Goodbye."

"Three salutes."

Nascent Soul Dzogchen, the leader of "Sit", drank lightly again.

Everyone sits on futons.

"The spiritual thoughts are concentrated on the phantom incense, and the phantom sacrifice begins." After this voice, everyone was silent.

Wang Yuan suppressed his spiritual consciousness and urged his spiritual thoughts to the incense place in the altar. The stick of incense seemed to have a substance, and as soon as his spiritual thoughts touched it, he was taken away by it. Suddenly, Wang Yuan forgot himself who is it.

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Here is a vast world, Wang Yuan is standing in the sky, a majestic mountain in the distance, towering ten thousand zhang, there is a golden pagoda on the mountain, with thousands of rays of light.

Wang Yuan wanted to see what the pagoda looked like, but after thinking about it, he arrived in front of the pagoda. When he got closer, he could see that the golden light emitted by the pagoda was composed of tiny golden particles. When he was only a little bit of a particle, he realized that he was just a phantom of this world. He could see this world, but he could not affect it.

He could only take a closer look, those tiny particles flew away very quickly, but they were still clearly seen by Wang Yuan, they turned out to be characters one by one, each character was the same, it was the word "meet".

At this moment, a bell sounded from the bottom of the mountain. Wang Yuan had been attracted by this tower emitting golden light. Arrived there in a moment, Wang Yuan landed in a courtyard, several monks came in, they were wearing white robes, the robes were cut to fit very well, the hem was very elegant, and their hair was tied into fist-high hair There is a jasper hairpin on it, judging from the fluctuation of the hairpin, it turned out to be a middle-grade spiritual weapon, and the cultivation of those people is only at the foundation building stage. Where is this place? It can be seen that it is extremely rich, what kind of sect is this?
These people walked past Wang Yuan, but they couldn't see Wang Yuan. Wang Yuan suppressed the doubts in his heart, followed behind them, passed through several courtyards, and came to a relatively large courtyard. Wang Yuan saw everything in every direction. There were people rushing here, and there were more and more people, Wang Yuan was always being passed through by people standing in the yard, so he had no choice but to fly into the air and stand on top of these people's heads.

The following monks are basically in the Foundation Establishment period. Wang Yuan looked at it and found that there are about 1000 monks.After a while, three people descended from the sky on the platform in front of the courtyard. Their clothes were similar to those of the disciples below, but the color was light blue, which was very light and very elegant.

As soon as the three stood on the stage, the disciples below stopped discussing.

Standing in the middle of the three is a majestic man, he said loudly: "Today is the day for your disciples to be promoted. Thanks to you, be loyal to the sect, be loyal to the emperor, live forever, and protect the glory of my teaching."

"Disciple respectfully respects the doctrine." All the disciples below said in unison.

"Let's get started." The man announced.

Wang Yuan just watched these disciples walk up a mountain road leading to the golden pagoda on the top of the mountain. As soon as someone stepped on that stone road, the path, which was originally plain and unremarkable and Wang Yuan didn't pay attention to, became shimmering with golden light. Looking over, it turns out that all the small characters are flying away quickly.

Wang Yuan didn't know what to do, and couldn't do anything, so he could only watch like this.

He followed the crowd all the way up, this road seemed to be able to exert some pressure on these disciples, as these disciples got closer and closer to the golden pagoda, their expressions became more and more dignified, and some even had pain on their faces The color, the pace is getting slower and slower.

When someone walked under the golden pagoda, the closed door under the golden pagoda opened, and the disciple walked in without hesitation.