Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

The continuous thunderstorms that shook the sky and the earth were accompanied by a rain curtain that poured down.

Xiaoyaomen, which has lost its vitality, is like a silent tomb in such a rain curtain, and the one hanging under the gate of Xiaoyaomen is Honglie Daoist.

His white clothes are ragged, bloodstained, and wounds from whipping are all over his body. This is the punishment set by Daozong to punish him, a hypocrite who colludes with evil ways. Scattered into mud.

The real person Honglie is the same as the three powerful characters of "Xiaoyaomen" on the gate square, and is destined to become a stepping stone for Taoism to become famous again.

The victory or defeat of the orthodox sword cultivator who has become a demon, and the Taoist sect master who is incarnated by corpse energy is self-evident.

And the thunder that filled the sky and the fields became the best footnote in Dao Zong's mouth that Sect Master Qing Yun was "the reincarnation of Nine Heavens Profound Girl".

It is said that Master Honglie's plot was exposed, and he became a devil and slaughtered righteous monks. Fortunately, the suzerain of Daozong remembered the gatekeeper, and came quickly after receiving the summons, and easily defeated Master Honglie, the evil heretic. , Accidentally, it caused a thunderstorm and revealed the true identity of the reincarnation of Nine Heavens Profound Girl.

In fact, it was Qing Yun who took advantage of Master Honglie's unfamiliarity with evil cultivating techniques, and controlled the actions of Master Honglie with his corpse aura, so naturally he let Master Honglie let her slaughter him easily.

Does no one in the righteous way know the grievances between Daoist Honglie and Xiaoyaomen?it's not true.

Do righteous cultivators really believe in their fabricated reincarnation the same as Taoist low cultivators?Not so.

Believe it or not, in fact, it doesn't matter, the most important thing is whether you believe it or not, whether you are willing to give face, whether you are willing to bow your head to Daozong.

No orthodox monk is too stupid to want to.

In the eyes of everyone, Daoist low-cultivators triumphantly hung Daoist Honglie under the door of Xiaoyaomen and whipped them wantonly. Being able to humiliate this superb swordsman is really the most refreshing and proud thing for these low-cultivators in their lives. He swelled up his admiration for the suzerain, and his attack became more and more ruthless.

But no one expected that the thunder would become more and more severe, and in the end, it turned into a thick pillar of thunder and lightning. Even though it was far away in the sky, it was still so frightening that no one dared to make a move.

Qing Yun really wanted to come in person, but it didn't match the image she had worked so hard to create, so she had to glance at Lingxu.

Lingxu understood, shouted back those useless low-cultivators, picked up a long whip full of thorns, and beat Honglie Daoist again with the whip.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Master Honglie is about to lose his kung fu.

But Qing Yun is more aware that her corpse aura is raging in the body of Daoist Hong Lie, she!In front of the orthodox monks, they should turn their former white-clothed sword gods into ghost corpses, and further prove their crimes of evil.

Want to die with ease?dream!The majestic white-clothed sword god, even if he died, was destined to be the corpse under her Qing Yun's feet. Thinking of this, Qing Yun wanted to laugh out loud, but she couldn't say and do things like this, so the ghost woman, who was far away in the ghost stream, Suddenly facing the cave full of ghosts, he laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha, go die, all of you are stepping stones for my ghost, die for me! Hahahahahaha."

Her laughter was as cold as the wind blowing from the rotten swamp on a winter night. If anyone heard it, even the seams of their bones would be frozen.

At this very proud moment, Qing Yun's eyes suddenly changed!

An indistinct golden light came from the sky, flew in front of Daoist Honglie, and turned into a petal of a lotus flower.

Just as the petals were forming, the rumble of thunder seemed to greet them, and the sound gradually weakened.

The lotus petals were spinning leisurely in mid-air, and a compassionate and indistinct voice rang out, whispering like a sigh: "All living beings are suffering."

All the cultivators present, except for the ghost woman, all had inexplicably hot eyes and burst into tears.

Real tears, this is an experience they have never experienced since they became monks.

They are people who practice Taoism, they are extraordinary and refined, they have abandoned the emotions and desires, how can they shed tears at will?absurd!What kind of evil method is this?Where exactly is sorcery?It really taught them to be inexplicably terrified and helpless.

A ray of clear and bright light escaped from between the eyebrows of Daoist Honglie, as if being guided, it submerged into the swirling lotus petals.

That shimmering light was the soul of Daoist Honglie, so clear and bright, it slapped the faces of the righteous monks present.

Qing Yun wanted to knock down the lotus petals and trample them into mud, but it didn't help. She was suppressed by the golden light from the beginning and couldn't move.

The body of Daoist Honglie turned into dust in an instant, scattered in the Xiaoyaomen in the wind and rain.

The voice said again: "I will send you to reincarnation."

After saying that, the lotus petals fluttered and flew towards the direction of the thunder, and the golden light emitted was faint but impossible to ignore, like a guiding light flickering in the dark sky.

When the golden lotus petals disappeared into the sky, the thunder suddenly broke out again, even crazier than before, one thunder after another crazily fell down. After witnessing what happened just now, the orthodox monks were all mentally unstable after witnessing what happened just now, so they lined up to think. After apologizing to Qing Yun and saying goodbye, they were anxious to leave.

Just at this time, a figure stumbled!appeared at the mountain gate.

"Sect Master Qingyun!"

Someone shouted.

All the cultivators looked and saw a young man with a bald head. Looking carefully, he turned out to be the monk Bianji from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Grotto.

He no longer had the serious look of the past, and his expression was a little panicked, which made the monks who couldn't understand his pretentious appearance quite interesting among the orthodox monks.

Bian Ji gave a hasty salute, clenched his fist secretly, and then said loudly: "Bu Qingyun is insane, and used evil methods to kill my Buddhist cultivators in Ten Thousand Buddha Caves. Please righteous monks, seek justice for my Ten Thousand Buddha Caves!"

Qing Yun was overjoyed when she heard the words, and with a thought, a poisonous plan suddenly emerged.

Just at this time, the thunder suddenly quieted down, the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky was re-opened, and there was no more haze.

Lingxu and Lingshao met each other, bowed down, and shouted loudly: "Congratulations to the suzerain for returning to the godhead, heaven has recognized the suzerain Jiutian Xuannv's reincarnation fairy body, I wish the suzerain will become a fairy as soon as possible, and the road will be accomplished soon!"

When Bian Ji heard the words, there was endless longing on her face, she was indeed the incarnation of a fairy, and when she met Qing Yun's eyes, she showed infinite tenderness, but forced herself to restrain herself, and congratulated in unison with all the cultivators of the righteous way.

The sound of congratulations was very loud and clear, resounding from the top of the mountain, and further set off the dead silence in the Xiaoyaomen where all the gates had been wiped out.

It is the day and night.

In front of the gate of Xiaoyaomen, all the cultivators bathed in monkeys and crowned themselves, and placed the Yin Corpse Girl Meizun on the throne.

The breeze blew past, and in the scattered spiritual dust, I don't know if the ashes of the sword god in white were mixed in.

When all the high-level cultivators in Hermit Town went to the valley outside the town to find trouble, they found that Bu Qingyun and Lou Jia had disappeared.

"Perhaps he was struck to death by lightning," You Gao Xiu said maliciously.

The other high-level cultivator was obviously much calmer and calmer, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooires

All the high-level cultivators accepted this guess, and expressed their pity, but at this time, another high-level cultivator asked: "But where did this thunder disaster come from? Could it be that there is a high-level cultivator hidden in this valley, and the ascension to cross the catastrophe failed, or Is it hiding spirit beasts and spirit treasures?"

This guess led Hermit Town to start a vigorous excavation project, but within a few days, the leisurely valley was completely changed, the trees were completely destroyed, and the clear stream did not exist. It also triggered a big dispute that affected the fate of the entire Hermit Town.

This is a later story.

Bu Qingyun and Lou Jia, who disappeared after the thunder disaster in the valley, have already left the realm of comprehension.

Bu Qingyun did not break his promise, he did bring Lou Jia to the mortal world, and it was the same mortal world where Lou Jia cultivated into a white dragon, but the upper realm has passed more than a hundred years, and the lower realm is even more vicissitudes, that one hideaway valley!Unexpectedly, in the thousands of years of changes, it was submerged into the vast ocean.

Without the valley, without the sparrow, without the otter, and without the Fenghe Cave, this continent has exhausted its aura in the process of reproduction, and has lost its spirituality, and it is full of people.

Lou Jia kicked the foamy seawater under his feet, shook his head and rejected Bu Qingyun's proposal to play in the water.

The passage of time possesses frightening power and can change everything beyond recognition, which made Lou Jia feel sad. He felt a little sad, but he didn't know what to say. He leaned gloomily on Bu Qingyun, not wanting to move.

Bu Qingyun knows how he feels, because Bu Qingyun himself has witnessed the mystery and ruthlessness of time and space countless times.

"Let's go elsewhere," Lou Jia hugged Bu Qingyun's neck and said sullenly.

"it is good."

Bu Qingyun hugged him even tighter, and when he moved, it was another world.

Before looking at the world, Lou Jia suddenly remembered something, laughed, and said to Bu Qingyun: "You lied to Xuanwu, you said that the cultivation world has collapsed, and neither you nor I can survive. If Xuanwu finds out, he will definitely be angry."

Neither admitting nor denying, Bu Qingyun asked with a smile: "Master Bailong wants to keep accounts for me?"

"Even if I don't say that, he will accept it." Bu Qingyun suddenly remembered that Xuanwu was still in his own contract ring, so he wrapped the contract ring with a layer of spiritual barriers, and then said, "He can't let go of his cultivation. boundary. My persuasion is also to save time."

Lou Jia rolled his eyes at Bu Qingyun's gaze, "You are right about everything."

Bu Qingyun smiled and said nothing.

Lou Jia suddenly said: "Tell me, like Xuanwu and Qiongqi, who are born with a destiny, is it good or not?"

"What do you think?"

Lou Jia raised his head, because Bu Qingyun's voice was suddenly unbelievably gentle, but he couldn't see any clues from Bu Qingyun's face, so he just thought it was Bu Qingyun who was suddenly fascinated by him, and said, "I don't know. "

Then he smiled unfathomably at Bu Qingyun, who looked like he was deliberately imitating Bu Qingyun.

Bu Qingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said helplessly, "Oh."

Oh? !

"Who allowed you to 'oh'?" Master Bailong was dissatisfied, "You should have asked me many times before I gave you a vague and ambiguous answer out of mercy. How could you be 'oh'!"

Bu Qingyun hugged the unhappy Lou Jia in his arms, and laughed softly.

"I was wrong, Lord Bailong, please forgive me."

"Unforgivable."

"Eat grilled fish?"

"...Two of them!"