In those years, the cultivators we cut together

"Several juniors, this is the elixir I made myself. After taking it, it can increase the speed of absorbing spiritual energy by ten times, and it lasts for ten days. It is very useful. When you practice one day, it will be worth ten days of others. , the establishment of the foundation and the formation of the alchemy were all taken by hand."

In the field, Tangyuan sincerely recommended it to a group of Shushan disciples.

"Brother Tangyuan, won't your elixir have any side effects?" Some Shushan disciples hesitated, and the girl Wenzhu looked at Tangyuan in disbelief:

"Brother Tangyuan, your elixir is really unpredictable in Huangtian Mirage, but you let us eat it by ourselves, which is really scary."

"Yes, I dare not eat."

"I don't dare either, Senior Brother Tangyuan's pill is too scary."

Seeing that the Shushan disciples didn't believe him, Tang Yuan suddenly looked disdainful, stuffed a handful of elixir into his mouth, and started chewing like broad beans.

The boys and girls watched quietly, observing his reaction carefully, but after a while, Tangyuan didn't react at all!

Moreover, they really felt that the surrounding spiritual power was frantically gathering towards the Baihui acupoint of the glutinous rice balls, at an astonishingly fast speed.

"Look, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

The glutinous rice balls continued to sell: "My ten-fold spirit-gathering pill is childlike. You can exchange one low-grade spirit stone for one. If you have magic treasures and talismans, you can also talk about it."

As soon as this remark came out, the disciples of Shushan were immediately excited, and clamored to buy it, smiling happily at the glutinous rice balls.

The inner disciples of Emei and Shushan continued to communicate in a friendly way, surrounded by those who like swords, and those who like to practice, talking and chatting with each other.

Anyway, they won't be able to go to the battlefield this time, so that's all they can do now, and after a while, there is another loud noise in the sky.

In the clear sky in the distance, I saw a purple soaring dragon hovering towards the sky. It was the Ziji dragon, the protector of Longmen, a spirit beast that was infinitely close to the Nascent Soul Realm!

In the arena, Lin Xiaolu looked up at the giant dragon hovering and soaring with curiosity.

Apart from Jiang Ning's Canglong, this Zijilong is the strongest spirit beast I have ever seen.

He glanced at the giant purple dragon that covered the sky, and asked softly to his sister beside him:

"Xiao Yu'er, do you think my brother, if I fight this Ziji dragon, what chance will I have?"

Xiao Yu'er glanced at the giant dragon that was flying fast, and before she could speak, Dongfang Dan beside her said:

"Brother Lu, you still have to fight, after all, this big monster has not yet reached the Nascent Soul Realm."

Lin Xiaolu was overjoyed when he heard this.

"No, no, it's a little difficult."

The handsome duck in his arms didn't give him a chance to be proud, and he analyzed very professionally: "Spiritual beasts are different from monks. Boss, you learn martial arts, and martial arts are specifically for the human body, so dealing with spirit beasts will be as good as it is." Difficult, the bikini dragon is too big, you can't hit it when it flies, even if you lock it with Youzhou big lock, it will be difficult for you to pull it down, its strength is only stronger than yours Not weak."

Shuai Shuai Ya made a decent analysis, and finally looked up at him, saying earnestly:

"Boss, you have to work harder for a while."

Lin Xiaolu: ...

Soon, fellow Taoists of the Longmen descended, and the true disciples, elders, and sect masters of the three sects gathered together, and a mighty wave of monks gathered. There were nearly two thousand people, and there were even three Yuanyingjing masters, Situ Zhong, the master of Shushan, Luo Zhongze, the master of Longmen, and Ye Qingluan, the master of Emei. Without further hesitation, simply gather the number of people, and directly summon everyone to set off, go straight to Loulan, and crusade against Tianzhu!

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Dongying, a garden

A white-haired old man in a black gauze robe was kneeling on the tatami, quietly watching a game of Go placed in front of him, motionless, like a sculpture.

Beyond the chessboard is a chic elegant courtyard with a cherry blossom tree in the courtyard and a stone lamp under the tree, which is full of tranquility.

The old man looked at the chess game in front of him, he didn't move for a long time, he just sat quietly, as if he was waiting for someone to come.

"Father."

With a soft sound, a middle-aged man wearing a chrysanthemum imperial robe came in and nodded respectfully beside the old man.

The old man seemed to be awakened, turned his head, and looked at his son kindly:

"Did you win Shangguan and get promoted?" he asked.

The middle-aged man shook his head, his face was ashamed, and his eyes were full of anger:

"No, Shangguan Sheng is too strong, Jehovah's blow failed to kill him, and let him kill the witch Lodite, Master Zongchun, St. Peter, and the Edo people were all seriously injured. It was very dangerous. escaped with his life."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old man didn't feel any surprise, as if he expected it, he nodded, and then continued to look at the black and white chess game.

Seeing his appearance, the middle-aged man didn't dare to raise his head, and just continued to stand respectfully.

"You don't have to blame yourself too much."

The old man lightly said:

"The pope of Europa, the frog in the well, has never seen the power of China, so he is so arrogant. This time, it is just for them to learn a lesson. At present, they have already met the magic way?"

"That's right."

The middle-aged man nodded and said:

"All the monks in the Mediterranean Sea and the whole of Europa have felt the order of the Lord, and now they have all dispatched to attack the southern border with a number of people that are several times higher than that of the Demon Dao. Take down the magic path!"

The old man nodded when he heard the words, and then continued to ask lukewarmly:

"what about others?"

"Father, don't worry, the Temple of Yezhi has already faced Emei, Longmen, and Shushan, and the Lotus Temple will also help out when the time comes." The middle-aged man said excitedly:

"The Ghost King Sect is also preparing to cooperate with us internally and externally, as well as the Vishnu Temple, they are also preparing to surprise Kunlun.

Father, the gods in the sky have already bestowed gifts one after another, each of our allies has gained some power from the gods, and Yamata no Orochi has begun to wake up, Shenzhou will have no way out this time! "

The more he talked, the more excited the middle-aged man became, and his voice couldn't help but rise up. He didn't stop until he found that the old man was still expressionless.

"Father, are you unhappy?" He asked a little strangely.

The old man sat on his knees, quietly watching the chess game, watching the changing black and white on the chess game, for a long time, sighed:

"Zai, he hasn't come yet."

Hearing these vicissitudes of life, the middle-aged man who had been in a high position for a long time was taken aback, and the excitement in his eyes immediately faded like a tide.

In the elegant room, he was stunned for a while, then nodded heavily:

"Father, don't worry! You have planned for him for so long, this time he will definitely come and accompany you to finish the game of beacon chess!"

The old man didn't speak, but turned his head and looked at him quietly.

Those eyes that are getting old and do not contain a little light, at this moment, are full of business.

"Sai, I'm dying," he said.

The middle-aged man trembled when he heard the sound, lowered his head, and dared not speak.

Outside the courtyard, the breeze blew, and the pink cherry tree dropped a few petals. The frail old man watched the petals fall, his eyes were quiet, and he seemed to recall the past:

"When I was very young, your grandfather once told me that the most beautiful scenery is in China, but we can't see it.

Later, when I grew up a bit, I went to China once and saw many beautiful scenery.

I told your grandpa: I saw it.

But your grandfather shook his head.

He told me that I didn't really see those landscapes because they didn't belong to us, we only really saw them when they belonged to us. "

After the vicissitudes of life's words fell, the middle-aged man was stunned for a while, then he knelt down on the ground, lying on the tatami and said:

"Father, my child must let you have those beautiful scenery!"

~

The old man didn't respond, as if he couldn't see him, but raised his head vicissitudes of life, looked at the cherry blossom trees outside the courtyard, and whispered:

"I've never seen a really beautiful scenery. Now that I think about it, it's because you've been standing there, Ming Rusang~"