Projection of heavens

"Girl, why are you here?"

Li Chunfeng stood up and asked.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he vaguely guessed the identity of this girl.

There are naturally not many such outstanding girls in today's world, and even fewer who match this temperament.

The moment he saw this girl, he naturally thought of Meng Bingyun, the younger sister of Meng Shenji, the current Supreme Taoist master.

This saint came to Yujing City a few years ago. Although she is apparently the oiran of Sanhua Tower, in fact, as one of the two most powerful sects today, the Saint of Taishangdao, many people in Yujing City Everyone knows her identity.

"Tianmingtang is very kind and generous, and Dr. Li's wonderful skills in rejuvenation, Bingyun admires him very much."

Meng Bingyun's face is cold, but his voice is warm and moving, like the breeze blowing or the tinkling of spring water, making people feel good after hearing it.

"It's a mere name, but it's such an honor to be known by the Saint!"

Li Chunfeng smiled and said slowly.

After many years of medical practice, Li Chunfeng was no longer as miserable as before. As he advanced to Martial Saint, his state of mind also improved.

Even when facing the saint of the Supreme Way, his expression did not change.

"A generation of martial saints, sitting in a thatched cottage to save all sentient beings, how can they have such a bad reputation?"

Meng Bingyun took two steps forward and walked to the middle of the hall, her eyes clear: "I wonder, is the Master of Tianming Hall here?"

"Master has not returned for three years. Master Meng must know that."

Li Chunfeng shook his head and said.

"It's a pity that I can't appreciate the style of the Master of Tianming Hall."

Meng Bingyun felt a little regretful and said: "If your hall master comes back, Bingyun will come and see you again."

After that, she stepped out of Tianming Hall.

"She is the supreme contemporary saint, Meng Bingyun?"

At this time, Zhao Feier walked out of the back hall, looked at Meng Bingyun's back and said.

"Yes, it is said that Meng Shenji's physical body was defective when he entered Taoism in his early years. He was reincarnated more than ten years ago. This woman is his sister."

Li Chunfeng's face was slightly solemn and he said: "It seems that Meng Shenji has set his sights on the master."

"Maybe it's a good thing."

Zhao Feier was thoughtful.

Dazen Temple and Taishang Dao are the two most powerful sects in the world today, and they are respectively the leaders of Buddhism and Taoism.

The Dazen Temple inherits the Taoism of the "Yuan" and spreads Buddhism. It has many disciples and dominates Zhongzhou overlooking the world.

As for Taishang Dao, which inherits the Taoist tradition of "Tai", only the Taoist master and the saint can receive the true inheritance in each generation. The others, including several elders, can only scratch the surface and are not considered masters.

And every generation of saints will travel around the world to choose the next successor to the sect master.

"no the same."

Li Chunfeng shook his head.

In his mind, Gu Shaoshang was a powerful ghost and immortal from the previous generation. How could the Supreme Taoist appoint him as the successor of the next sect leader?

Could it be that his master was not the reincarnation of a ghost?

Such an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

........

Meng Bingyun left the Tianming Hall, and a young man wearing a white robe stood beside the road with a smile.

"Bingyun."

The young man called softly and walked side by side with Meng Bingyun.

This young man's name is Chen Zimo, and he is a member of the Chen family, a wealthy family. He became a monk when he was young, and his Taoist name is Qian Daozi.

"Brother Gan Dao."

Meng Bingyun spoke calmly, without the slightest hint of fireworks: "Three years ago, Yang Pan went to sea to find the inheritance of the Tao of Creation, and even obtained the Boat of Creation, the king of artifacts that is as famous as the eternal kingdom of the Supreme Tao."

"His biggest contributor is probably Hong Xuanji, who was known as the number one immortal at that time."

"However, Hong Xuanji has not returned for three years, and there is no news about him in the world, but he does not know where he went."

Qian Daozi nodded.

After Gu Shaoshang defeated Yinyue in one battle, his reputation spread throughout the world. Even countries such as Yunmeng, Huoluo Shenfeng and others were deeply afraid of him.

How could Taishangdao not know that Meng Shenji was preparing to deal with Dazen Temple at this time? Such a great master would naturally not ignore it.

"The peak of human immortality is truly incredible."

Qian Daozi clicked his tongue and marveled, "I don't know how elegant Hong Xuanji is. I really want to paint a picture of it."

His eyes lit up slightly: "Such a strong man, if he takes one step further, he can be compared to the supreme master of War God Shang. Even if the world is full of variables, he will be considered a master."

"Hong Xuanji."

A hint of curiosity flashed in Meng Bingyun's clear eyes.

Naturally, she couldn't help but feel a little curious about this young immortal who was even fearful of her brother, Meng Shenji, the world's number one master today.

........

The night is as dark as ink, the night is as cool as water, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth, paving the Jade City with a layer of silver.

"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful with the candles..."

The watchman's voice sounded from time to time.

Huhu~~

The big locust trees on the streets rustled in the night wind.

when! when!

The watchman walked through the street, passed in front of Tianming Hall, and sounded the gong.

At this time, dark clouds enveloped the sky, covering the moonlight, and the sky and earth suddenly became pitch black.

Rumble~~~

A series of thunderous roars suddenly sounded between the sky and the earth, and silver snakes cut across the sky.

"Hey! What a crazy weather."

The watchman put away the gong.

He cursed, but actually he was a little happy in his heart. After all, if it rained, he wouldn't have to patrol anymore.

He turned around and looked at the sky. Seeing that it was going to rain heavily, he wanted to go home.

Rumble~~~

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky like a bolt, illuminating the entire street.

Bang!

The watchman's scalp exploded and he fell to the ground, shouting repeatedly: "Ghost, ghost, ghost!"

He was covered in cold sweat.

I saw a figure suddenly appeared above the fate hall, looking up at the sky.

"call!"

The watchman was shouting to himself when a cold gaze glanced at him.

Immediately, his eyes widened and he fainted from fright.

But it was he who saw the figure wearing a dark green coat standing on the roof, his body swaying in the wind like a piece of cloth.

There is nothing that humans can do!

"Thunder Tribulation..."

Then the figure looked away, scanning the thunderclouds in the sky with an indifferent gaze, muttering to himself.

Upon closer inspection, this person is a young man wearing a jet black coat.

His forehead is high and shiny, his hair is thick, his face is white and beardless, but his eyebrows are very long and hang down at the corners of his eyes.

The figure flickered slightly under the sky.

Astonishingly, it was Bai Hu who had already become a ghost immortal.

He became a ghost immortal a year ago, and then he quietly saved up for a year. Today happened to be a thunderstorm, just in time to overcome the disaster.

"Taoism, martial arts, ghosts and immortals, human immortals, and Yang gods."

He stood on the roof, his figure moving with the wind.

His eyes were indifferent and far-reaching: "This is what I am pursuing, the way forward."

"Wang Chao..."

His eyes suddenly lit up, and his figure moved with the wind.

He jumped up and flew straight into the sky with thunder and lightning.

Rumble~~~

Rumble~~~

The thunderclouds in the sky were lowered, and silver thunder and lightning pierced the sky.

Crackling!

A series of lightning, thunderstorms roaring.

Such a scene, even if ordinary ghosts and immortals see it, their expressions will suddenly change and they will tremble with fear.

Wow!

It rained heavily.

boom!

In an instant, the figure of the white tiger exploded in the air!

He had many more thoughts than ordinary ghosts and immortals. Twenty-four hundred thoughts suddenly flew away, roaring into the thunder.

His background is deep, his foundation is thick, and every thought sparkles with light. He is much more powerful than the ordinary ghosts and immortals who have survived thunder tribulations.

boom!

Thunder shook the sky.

White Tiger's thoughts flashed, and he walked away calmly and calmly.

Boom boom boom! ! !

But in an instant, all his thoughts had grown to their limit in the first level of thunder tribulation!

Buzz buzz~~

The idea of ​​two thousand four hundred pieces growing to the limit trembled and split apart!

In an instant, it turned into 4,800 pieces!

Once ordinary ghosts and immortals split their thoughts, they will consume too much, which is the most dangerous time.

I don’t know how many ghosts and immortals were destroyed because their thoughts were split during the thunder tribulation.

However, Bai Hu's background was extremely deep and he was fully prepared. In just a moment, the idea of ​​rebirth had grown and grown.

Immediately, almost without stopping, all of Bai Hu's thoughts burst into the second level of thunder tribulation.

Boo hoo hoo~~~

Streams of light transformed from thunder and lightning sprouted mouths and noses, arms and legs one by one, and charged towards the white tiger's thoughts ferociously.

"Interesting, lightning creates consciousness? This world is indeed wonderful!"

White Tiger's thoughts flashed.

boom!

His 4,800 thoughts suddenly separated, and he took the initiative to face the overwhelming thunder and lightning.

Kakakaka~~~

At the moment when countless thunder and lightning flashed down, all Bai Hu's thoughts began to change.

One by one, they transformed into human forms, and as they waved their fists, they were practicing a total of 4,800 different martial arts!

Tiger Roaring Fist...Bajiquan...Twelve innate entanglements...Dugu Nine Swords...Eight Heavenly Sword Techniques... ...God-Emperor Fuji's Sword......

One move, one style, one set!

Almost all martial arts are practiced to the most perfect state by him!

boom! boom! boom! boom!

In just a dozen seconds, all the surrounding lightning rays were blown up on the spot!

"Suck! Suck! Suck!"

All his thoughts were agitated, emitting a strong desire to devour.

Wow!

Wisps, streaks, and lightning flashes like the Yangtze River were all swallowed up by his thoughts.

I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a few moments, and it seemed like a long time.

Bai Hu's thoughts were like those of a overfed fat man, swelling to the extreme!

Click, click, click!

Amidst the continuous noises, Bai Hu's 4,800 thoughts that had expanded to the limit suddenly split apart!

It turned into nine thousand six hundred thoughts!

Each thought is as big as a wheel, UU reading www.uukanshu． net The strong aura gives off a heroic light, and there is a faint aura of pure Yang rising.

"It seems, very simple..."

White Tiger's thoughts flashed, and he survived two thunder tribulations in a row. It seemed that there was no difficulty for him.

"It is recorded in the classics of this world that in the Middle Ages, there was a group of scholars who did not know Taoism. Once they learned Taoism, they could survive seven thunder tribulations and become the Creator!"

His thoughts flashed slightly: "Maybe, I can give it a try!"

His thoughts had just flashed through his mind, and he had already rushed into the third thunder tribulation decisively!

Rumble~~~

The next moment, in front of his nine thousand six hundred thoughts, there were an equal number of streams of light that were the same as his thoughts.

These streams of light suddenly moved and turned into a figure that he was very familiar with!