[Lotus Lantern] Kunlun Shangxian

Yunpin Yuji, Master Yuding once again regained control of his body, and his soul sank into his body.He was as handsome as jade, and his face was as cold as ice and snow.

The joints are distinct, and the white and slender fingertips with jade-like roots pressed on Yang Jian's neck and slowly retracted.But in the blink of an eye, he quickly evacuated.

With his hands behind his back, the wind is surging in his eyes.The eyes that are no longer calm seem to look into the soul inside through the flesh and blood.The temperature of the skin on the fingertips still remained, and the state of mind of Master Yuding, which had been calm for thousands of years, also produced waves.

Should it be said that the so-called dual cultivation technique is really extraordinary?

The eyelashes drooped, and the sword light flashed away. The next moment, the real Yuding appeared in the clouds.

The sun was shining brightly, and a young man in a purple Taoist robe stood quietly.With a green bamboo stick in his hand, his gaze is calm and indifferent, as if it contains the desolation and desolation of endless years.

The way of heaven is ruthless, and the way of heaven is fair.

But it is different from the isolation from the world under the seemingly cold and indifferent appearance of Master Yuding.It seemed that no matter in the past, present, or future, the man in purple was there and not there.Omnipresent, yet ethereal and illusory, impossible to define.

But as long as he appears, even if it's just a name, a decree, and a statue, it will be enough to make most of the immortals and great monsters in the ancient prehistoric times stand in awe.Under the edict, there is little disobedience.

It is a more transcendent existence than the Lord of the Three Realms, the leader of the Sanqing Church, and the two Westerners.

Lying high in the nine clouds, the futon is too real.It is nothing else, but it is the teacher of the Sanqing leader, the ancestor of Zixiao Gong Hongjun.

"I have seen Daozu."

Facing such great powers, even the authentic Pangu Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun had to respectfully and honestly call his teacher.As Yuan Shi's disciple, Master Yu Ding was no exception.

He honestly made a joke, not showing it on the surface, but he couldn't help but feel a little unknowingly uneasy in his heart.I just feel that things seem to be running more and more sideways, beyond imagination.

No wonder Master Yuding made a fuss and treated it cautiously. It is really that this name is too loud in the flood of future generations.As the biggest behind-the-scenes boss and promoter of the Battle of the Conferred Gods that hasn't happened yet, Daoist Yuding has no choice but to be cautious.

And between this world, although it is much different from the prehistoric known in the memory of later generations.For example, Donghuang Taiyi is an innate god who was born in accordance with the will of heaven and earth. He was born sacred and noble, not some demon emperor Jinwu.

But Zixiao Palace's status is extraordinary.It doesn't change because of this difference.

"Your mind is unsteady, it's messed up."

Raising your hand, the turmoil seems to be just a moment, and it seems that there is an endless space to stretch and extend.It's just a mere thought, already in a small room.As the dense tea mist rose, Patriarch Hongjun sat down on the futon and knocked on the table with his fingers, and said calmly.

"The old Taoist thought that you should know the seriousness."

The words are obviously calm and without much ups and downs, but it seems that the world is collapsing and the void is annihilated, bringing endless pressure.

The body is straight and strong, and the spine has never been bent because of it.His brows were furrowed, his fingertips trembled slightly, and his whole body contained sword energy but did not utter.Thinking about it, Master Yuding understood the meaning of the old ancestor Hongjun's words in an instant.

He has crossed the line.

The ancestor of Zixiao Gong Hongjun in Tianwaitian, preached that the leader of the Sanqing sect taught the prehistoric industry, and then lived in the nine heavens with his body.It is the spokesperson of the supreme way of heaven, and it exists in accordance with the rules.Convey the meaning, naturally the will of heaven and earth is dissatisfied with oneself, an outsider, and even...

Thinking of a certain possibility, Master Yuding's constricted emotions dissipated like light smoke in just a moment.Instead, he became relieved and flat, because he didn't have much recognition of this world, and he never regarded himself as a living being in this world.Just dissipate... why not the relief of thousands of years of loneliness that can make people crazy.

But deliberately ignored, the worry and complexity that passed by in a flash.

"Yuan Shi said, are you like me?"

There is still no emotion in the eyes, and even the tone of voice has not changed in the slightest.The words that are clearly questionable are more natural than that statement, said Ancestor Hongjun.

The information revealed was that the real Yuding, whose corners of his lips were tightly pursed and resisting the invisible pressure, couldn't help being stunned.

The Three Realms are chess pieces, and all living beings are pieces.Immortals, demons, and billions of creatures are just a foil for fingertips.The ruthless and ruthless Zixiao Palace Taoist ancestor, to him, is naturally an existence that he avoids from above.

Nature is permanent, it does not exist for Yao, and does not perish for Jie.For him, an outsider from a later life, the impetuousness of thousands of years has faded away, and nothing remains.He has no intention of doing anything against the sky and destroying the way of heaven.

Everything is just detached from this world, no longer bound by the rules and fate.For such a goal, no matter how much joy, anger, sorrow, joy, thoughts and ambitions, you can let go.And the so-called Jiji management, although external force is good, how can it compare with self-accumulation?

It's just that Yang Jian, the disciple he didn't care about at first, the only disciple in this life, finally caused him to have differences and disturb the peace.The dullness and paranoia accumulated in those long years have already receded when he regained control of the body and the soul returned to the body. What exists now is the real Yuding who has a clear mind, indifferent and indifferent.

Such a real person in Yuding was hesitant, and he couldn't do anything to the disciple who disturbed his mind.It's just that I don't know what to do, and for the first time in thousands of years, I feel a sense of dilemma.It's very different from his usual mind, where he manages all kinds of spells and supernatural powers, and smashes them all with a single sword.

How can I afford such words.

Patriarch Hongjun didn't care about these things, he just took care of himself, paused for a while and then continued:

"From the old Taoist's point of view, it probably looks similar."

Not to mention other things, just the previous real Yuding, who was cold and indifferent, isolated from this world.There is a similarity with the Taoist ancestor of Zixiao Palace, who is ruthless and looks at the ups and downs of all beings.

"Can you make a decision?"

Tapping the fingertip on the desk in the dense tea mist, Yang Jian, who seemed unconscious, appeared on the ground.The power of the ban, which seemed tangible and invisible, swept across, and the Taoist ancestor said coldly:

"If you want to stop it, you can."

His eyes were dark, as if there was a boundless undercurrent surging.There are strands of strangeness and treachery escaping from the eyebrows and eyes, and finally transformed into indifference and tranquility in the Qingming of Zhan Xianjian.

Master Yuding said coldly and indifferently:

"Yang Jian is a poor disciple."

After a pause, he continued:

"That's all."

Nothing else.

As for stopping... oh, how to stop it, and how to stop it?Most importantly, what kind of identity and position does he use to stop it?