Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

The magic fetus has recently grown to the size of a five-year-old child. After a battle on the big river, his identity was washed clean in the water. Now he looks red and white, smart and cute, which is very gratifying to see.

Daoist Yuan and Daoist Ming who received the Dao of Heaven were a little helpless against him.

The ability of this magic fetus is too weird, it can read people's hearts, they are immortals, but this magic fetus has a natural perception of bad luck, and can always escape at critical moments. They chased for a few days, except for letting the magic Except for the spread of disaster, it has no effect.

They had already tried their best to overestimate this magic tire, but they didn't want to underestimate it in the end.

The current situation is a bit difficult to ride a tiger.

If they continue to spend like this, there is no solution, but if they just withdraw their hands and let the devil's fetus disappear, then half of the sins caused by the devil's fetus in the future will be counted on them.

Even if they are already human beings, ten thousand dharma will not be touched by ten thousand kalpas, but the sins will always be handed over to the disciples of the descendants. The way of heaven is not an existence with clear rewards and punishments. Loss, just like when Daxuan went against the trend back then, doing whatever he wanted, and when it finally collapsed, the Heavenly Dao ignored those Daxuan people. A catastrophe, the luck of the human race was greatly damaged, and the population was even less than one, and it took thousands of years to recover. .At the same time, the population is also the key to the luck of the human race. Without people, even if those great mysterious remnants have all kinds of means, they can't gather human immortals, so they can only be slaughtered by Daoxiu.

And they are now, just like Daxuan thousands of years ago, if they can't stop this evil fetus, under the spread of the evil disaster, the awe of the monks in the world to the three great sects will collapse in an instant, and when the time comes, the children of the disciples will be assassinated , It will be a thousand times and a hundred times as much as before, plus the enmity formed by wanton actions before, if one is not good, it will be the disaster of destroying the family.

Daoist Ming and Daoist Yuan looked at each other, and they both called Daxuan Qingxiao in their hearts at the same time. According to the agreement, he should have completed the preparations for the magic sealing formation and let them attract the demons, but why there was no movement.

Spiritual thoughts spread, and Luo Qingxiao quickly responded. The other party just said that he was seriously injured when he met Daoist Xing.

This caught them off guard, and when they were about to discuss countermeasures, they saw Feng Qingxiu who was watching from the side suddenly pressed his chest and left the scene quickly.

It should be to see Taoist Xing, and the two Taoists knew it in their hearts.

Then the line of sight fell back to the magic tire.

"What's the use of seeing me?" The child was holding a steamed bun that he didn't know where, and it was swollen with blisters. He was hugging and chewing curiously, feeling the feeling of eating, which was very strange and strange. But not annoying.

"He has already left, can you consider joining our lineage?" The Lord of Heavenly Dao suddenly asked, and then seemed to think of something, and threw a bag of pastries from the white jade bracelet, "This is my treat for you. It’s better than steamed buns.”

Holding the pastry, Motai looked at it blankly, opened it curiously, took a bite, narrowed his eyes in an instant, and quickly threw away the steamed bun.

"Then, let's talk." Holding the pastry, he said while eating.

Just as he was talking, he saw another immortal who was seriously injured and had never seen it before, appearing not far away.

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When Feng Qingxiu received Master's call, she let go of the magic fetus and hurried over.

Fortunately, Master An's crossing the tribulation was just the beginning, and Feng Qingxiu just used some tricks, and Feng Qingxiu took the demon away, ending the crossing the tribulation.

An Xian, who came back slowly, shook her head, glanced at the pale Yang Juyin, coughed a little uncomfortably, turned her head to the side, and saw the boy who was nailed to the mountain wall, recalling the memory just now, naturally I also know that this is the culprit back then.

But at this time, this person has no soul, only a body remains, even if he is cut into pieces, it will be useless.

She stepped forward to take off the sword, and the body slid down to the ground. Between her arms, a snow-white little rabbit was revealed. An Xian took a closer look and saw that the rabbit was just a doll with a skeleton covered in rabbit skin. Instead of looking any further, he turned around and returned the long sword to the head of the sect, then knelt down and apologized.

This time it was because she was too impulsive, she left the protection of the Golden Crow, and fell into Luo Qingxiao's hands, and it was because of her bravado that she caused so much trouble to Yang Chuyin, please forgive me, and thank them for their help .

Naturally, no one blamed her.

Yang Jinyin even said helplessly: "Don't worry, I don't need you to pay for Qingnu's medicine."

"No, it's my fault, I won't shirk!" An Xian said with a dignified tone, and quickly turned around the fairy's cave a few times.

But this cave is actually poorer than her Jianfeng, except for some tea sets and flowers, there is nothing valuable at all.

……

So let's go, An Xian punched the mountain wall, and the mountain collapsed, burying the entire cave together with the only person.

After discussing it, they decided that they should go back to Zhongzhou Bieyuan quickly to treat Yang Quyin's wounds, but An Xian's sword really hurt his heart, and his combat power at the moment was almost zero.

An Xian also hurt her soul because of the exorcism. At the moment, her mind is unstable, and she needs to use a special medicinal pill to stabilize her soul - An Xian actually thinks that with her resilience, she can be fine for a few days without any pills, but she didn't say anything Right, I can only listen to things.

Yang Quyin was seriously injured, so they could only release the devil's fetus first, and take him and An Xian back to heal his injuries.

With the Lord of Kun-Lai here, they can go back much faster than they came.

At this time, the Haicheng Bieyuan was also very nervous. Seeing the backbone of Senior Brother Yang come back, he brought the head and the first apprentice with him. Everyone was very excited, and they wanted to come and watch the head up close, so that the little goblin would be strong expelled.

Afterwards, the disciples began to report on recent events.

From the day Senior Brother Yang chased Bai Yue away, Zhongzhou suddenly had a lot of enchanted monks, some of them were beheaded directly, and some were sent to Little Kunlai Hospital by relatives and friends for medical treatment.

Obsession with the soul is extremely difficult to cure. The doctors and cultivators have studied for a long time and cured one, but this time-consuming and labor-intensive treatment method that consumes pills is difficult to spread.

But the enchanted monks who came to seek medical treatment couldn't wait, and there were several medical troubles in a row. If it weren't for the protection of the formation, there would be a big battle.

They decided to change their thinking. After several days of research, the medical trainees really showed their talents, and they really let them think of a way.

Magic thoughts are different from ordinary people.

A mortal has no power, once he becomes a disabled person, the magic will leave automatically.

So they abolished the cultivation of these monks, whether they were Nascent Soul or Transformation God.

Then when they wake up, they will sew up his damaged meridians. As long as there are pills to replenish them, they will be able to recover soon.

But in just a few days, the situation in Central Continent deteriorated rapidly.

There are more and more monks possessed by demons, and they often hurt others and themselves. Even if there is a large formation, there are too few Kunlai disciples in the other courtyard. If there is not a monkfish, it will be difficult to control the situation.

"Master, the chaos in Central Continent, why don't we stay here?" Yang Juyin looked a little tired, and said seriously, "We let the disciples experience well, but the situation in Central Continent is too chaotic now, I am afraid that it will not be a hundred years, and it will not be peaceful. come down."

There are too many heavenly demons released by that monster, and it will definitely not be able to deal with it in a while.

"Xiao Qing, what do you think?"

Feng Qingxiu thought for a while, and then said: "The year is over, why don't we come with a different group of people."

Yang Juyin nodded with satisfaction: "Then I'll arrange it."

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In the dense forest of high mountains, a group of monks, old and young, with families and families, are building some temporary shacks under the cover of towering ancient trees.

All of them looked haggard and demoralized, and even their clothes looked like they hadn't been washed for more than ten days, and they were full of muddy wrinkles.

After a while, the tree house was almost built, and the leading young monk took out a bottle of elixir with great care, and carefully separated out a few pills for the accompanying monks to take.

"Father," a boy with a round face looked up, with lingering fear in his eyes, "I've been walking for several days, how long before we can reach Haicheng?"

"It's still early," the young man in the lead said in a low voice, "We've only gone so far, it's not that fast!"

"However, without real essence, we are just ordinary people who are stronger," the young man said aggrievedly, "Little Kunlai Haicheng is so far away, how long do we have to walk, how about pulling out the pulse locking needle and flying over... ..."

"Shut up!" The young man glared at him, "How many times have I told you that the real essence attracts demons, are there still fewer people dying these days?"

The boy shut up aggrievedly.

A teenager next to him patted him comfortingly.

The camp fell silent. They were monks from the Central Continent family and managed a city, but the recent Dao Tribulation forced them to abandon their ancestral foundation and leave this place.

The young man still remembers that day when several monks in his family suddenly went mad and started killing them in the city. It took them a lot of effort to kill them, but after that, more and more monks became possessed, and the Patriarch made a decisive decision. Using the pulse-locking needle used for punishment to stop the movement of the true essence, this stopped the momentum of being possessed - only monks can become possessed, even if ordinary people are possessed, they can hardly bear the demonic energy, and they will die soon.

But how can monks get used to being locked with their true essence? There are always one or two people who want to break free from this restriction. The Patriarch also knows that this is not a long-term solution, so he wants to go to Kunlai to escape for a while. If there is a chance to get mixed up with Kunlai It would be the best to go to the peaceful Xizhou on the boat.

After escaping, it was discovered that there were demon cultivators everywhere, as well as ghost cultivators and demon cultivators who were picked up by others. During the chaos, countless monks fell, and countless monks became famous among them.

Seeing the gloomy atmosphere, the boy's elder brother forced a smile and asked his father, "Father, what do you think we can do in Kunlai? Do you want to bring some gold and silver to sell the land?"

"Are you going to settle down? We're not coming back?" the boy asked a little suspiciously.

"Central Continent is in such a mess, what's the point of coming back." The leader sighed, "Go, after living for three generations, you can choose dragons and phoenixes."

The young man touched the jade buckle of his bosom quietly, with a hopeful expression on his face: "If I can marry a Kunlai Fairy, it won't take three generations."

The leader had always looked down on those monks who wanted to marry three women from the family, but now he suddenly recognized his son's words, his old face was a little shy, and he gave his son a cold look: "Hurry up and rest, we will leave in an hour. "

Both teenagers nodded yes.

The author has something to say: I stayed up late yesterday, and I can’t stay up late today. I’ll make it up in the afternoon, but I feel like the main text has been emptied of inspiration. Let’s write a side story in the afternoon!

How about Brother Yang's love story with Black Snake as a cameo?

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