The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

The white robe turned into flying feathers all over the sky, falling like snowflakes. When approaching the immortals, the flying feathers instantly turned into icicles and shot at the immortals. Jing Moli stretched his arms and rose into the air, in the void behind him The phantom of the nine-tailed snow phoenix appeared, the phoenix chanted voicelessly, and all the spiritual energy gathered around him.His slightly closed eyes opened, with endless coldness in them, and his hair turned white in an instant, as if dyed by frost.

"He is breaking through the realm!" A Shangxian shouted in amazement, a Shangxian breaking through the realm, that is a Shangshen!This Jing Moli has only been ascended for ten years, but he broke through the realm and became a god, how frightening!

Feeling that my primordial spirit is stronger and my dantian is more full. After crossing that barrier, the power belonging to the upper god spreads all over my body. Jingmo leaves the flute on his lips, and a song sounds, and the sound of the flute turns into a life-threatening rhythm. Immediately, the immortal felt that his mind was shaken and his soul was hard to keep.The one with the best cultivation on the field is the Shangxian, and now Jing Moli has broken through the realm and reached the state of the Supreme God, almost crushing all the immortals in the field.

Immortal Jinghua came out of the hall and stood on the roof, "Jing Moli, if you dare to make trouble in Lingxiao Palace, this deity will send you into hell today, and you will never be reborn." , the supreme way turned into clear water, and the clear water gathered and turned into a huge white dragon, whistling and twisting, it rushed towards Jing Moli.

The snow phoenix behind Jing Moli greeted him, the dragon and the phoenix fought, the white dragon had the upper hand for a while, and the snow phoenix had the upper hand for a while, Jing Moli stopped the sound of the flute, and waved the blue flute towards the Jinghua Immortal. Stabbed it, since he said he was treasonous, then he was convicted of this crime!

"Bold!" Seeing that Jing Moli went towards the immortal, the horrified one in his heart blocked them first, and Jing Moli waved them away with a wave of his sleeves. Zun flew away.

The Bihuang flute touched the protective barrier of the Jinghua Immortal, and pierced in bit by bit. Jing Moli stared at the Jinghua Immortal, "What is the supernatant and Bodhi, practice is voluntary, you force it to others , being a teacher without kindness, being respectful without virtue, having no sense of right and wrong, calling him a sage in vain.”

"Jing Moli, you have no respect for your eyes, you deceive people's children, and dare to be rampant!" Immortal Jinghua held a long sword in his right hand, and drove Jing Moli back more than a foot with a swing of the sword.

"You dare to impose marriage on me, why should I respect you!" The bihuang flute turned into a bicolor long sword, shaking his sleeves to move forward, the sword energy diffused and attracted frost all over the sky, his snow-white hair fluttered with the wind, and he was completely white Like snow and ice piled up.

The long swords collided, and Jing Moli and Jinghua Xianzun passed sideways, turning their wrists and spinning, and stabbing with a sword again. Zun brandished a long sword, carrying the majesty of the elder.In the air, the snow phoenix and the white dragon were still fighting and entanglement, the phoenix crowed and the dragon chanted, coming and going endlessly, several celestial beings had already invited the Sifang emperors and other celestial beings to come.

A sword cut off the jade pendant at the waist of Immortal Jinghua, and Jing Moli's left sleeve was also cut by Immortal Jinghua. Jing Moli narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Immortal Jinghua who was standing on the roof. Yin clenched the sword tightly in his right hand, spun the dragon body, and the long sword carried thousands of icicles towards Jinghua Immortal Venerable. In an instant, pieces of the glazed roof were shattered, and there was a gust of wind and thunder, and there was a rumbling sound, and Jing Moli directly overturned it. This is the roof of Lingxiao Temple.

Immortal Jinghua stood in mid-air, looking at the ruins of the temple, gritted his teeth, "Jing Moli! You have to make an inch!" Turning around and about to attack, a white shadow suddenly came at a high speed, blocking them, coming It is Wushuang Shangshen.

Seeing this familiar face, Jing Moli frowned, "You."

Wushuang Shangshen's eyes were full of regret, or pity, and he took two steps towards Jing Moli, "Moli, stop making trouble."

Jing Moli lowered the hand holding the sword slightly, "Zhaoyi is my sister, he wants me to marry Zhaoyi, I'm objecting, not making trouble."

Even God Wushuang was a little surprised, he turned his head slightly to look at Immortal Venerable Jinghua, "Immortal Venerable?"

Immortal Jinghua nodded, "Yes, I want him to marry a wife, so as not to harm my disciple."

This person has weaknesses, and the Immortal Venerable wants to hurt Mo Li's weaknesses, no wonder he is going to make a fuss, "Mo Li, objections can be well-spoken, fighting is not like your style."

"Why can't we fight! Let's talk after we win!" Jing Moli gritted his teeth and stared at Immortal Jinghua bitterly.

"If you win the battle, will Sanskrit Master be able to wake up?" Wushuang's words woke Jing Moli up, his face suddenly turned pale, yes, so what if he made a mess here, he still couldn't wake up from Sanskrit.

Jing Moli's lips moved a little, but facing Wushuang's face, he couldn't say the words to save Sanskrit. He couldn't say in front of Gui Xi that he wanted to save the other person in his heart. an injury.

The long sword turned back into the Bihuang flute, Jing Moli's killing intent had subsided, Xuefeng dissipated and his hair slowly returned to its original black, the snow was still floating in the sky, "You are Wushuang. "

Wushuang Shangshen nodded lightly, "I am."

"You have returned from the calamity, which means that your calamity is over, right?"

"Yes."

The doom is over, that is to say, Wushuang has let go of all the past, even if he used to be Guixi, he has let go of it now, now he is Wushuang, he is no longer Fengguixi, without Jing Moli, for Wushuang For frost, there is no difference.

Jing Moli smiled slightly, "Then God Wushuang would like to be friends with Jing Moli?"

"It's an honor." Wushuang Shangshen nodded.

"Thank you." These two words are light and heavy, so light that they pass by in an instant, and as heavy as the spring and autumn that have gone through more than 600 years.

Jing Moli raised his head to look at Immortal Jinghua, his gaze was very firm, and he no longer hesitated at this time, "I will not get married, I want to see Sanskrit, and after meeting, I am willing to bear all the responsibilities."

Immortal Jinghua fell from the sky, put away his long sword, and put his hands in front of his body, "Okay, I will let you see him, and then I will go to the prison, and I will give you the punishment you deserve."

In the Lingxiao Temple, Sanskrit lives in the Wuchen Hall in the corner. As of today, he has been in a coma for seven days. His love is in his soul, and his pure heart is hard to lock. He rejected the worry-free flower given by the Immortal Jinghua. Obviously, he only needs to take it Worry-free flower can forget all her past, and her affection will dissipate. He just doesn't want to, he prefers to ruin his cultivation, and he doesn't want to let go of this infatuation.

Jing Moli was sent to the Wuchen Hall by the immortals who were half sent off and half guarded. He pushed open the door with some hesitation, and walked slowly into the inner room.The Sanskrit sound lying on the bed was like a piece of cold glass, silently waiting for the moment when the gods and bodies would disappear.

Jing Moli sat down by the bed. He looked at Fanyin's thin face, full of self-blame and guilt. If it weren't for him, Fanyin's life would be so bright and peaceful, and he wouldn't have suffered so much pain.Fanyin's heart is kind and persistent, he will not hurt others, but he is hurting himself, he wants to help others, but he is so cruel to himself.

"It's all love debts that are difficult to repay, and love calamity is difficult to overcome. I owe you from the very beginning, and now I owe you more and more. I haven't started paying it back yet. Why can't you survive this love calamity?" Jing Moli stretched out Reaching out, he gently stroked Sanskrit's hair, "What can't you let go of Jing Moli? He's so bad, it's not worth it."

The person lying on the bed could not respond to him, and fell asleep silently.

Jing Moli took a deep breath, there was no solution to the Qingxin Lock, and even the Immortal Venerable had nothing to do, but Fanyin must not die like this, he would never allow it.Looking at the spirit ring in his hand, Jing Moli stared at it desperately, "I regret it, I want those two wishes."

As soon as the words fell, a clear light came to his side, and it was Qinglong Qingcong who came, and he smiled slightly, "Okay, what wish do you want."

Jing Moli turned to look at him, "First, I want to save Sanskrit, and second, I want to purify the Ji Mie Forest outside Hua Jihe City."

"Yes," Qing Cong agreed very lightly, "Have you thought about the price?"

"As long as I complete these two things, I can die." Jing Moli was not afraid of death.

"Okay, very good." Qing Cong smiled, "There is only one way to save Sanskrit, to change the fairy bone and bring back a new life." He looked at Jing Moli with a smile, "This fairy bone needs to be fresh."

"My fairy bone should be very suitable for him." Jing Moli's lips also curled up. If I can save you, why not ask for my fairy bone?

"It's very suitable. Use your fairy bones to save Sanskrit, and use your soul to overcome evil spirits." Qing Cong looked down at Jing Moli who was sitting there, "So, what do you think?"

"It's really good." It's very worthwhile to save Sanskrit with one life, and to get rid of those ghostly ghosts. opportunity.

Turning his head to look at Sanskrit again, Jing Moli took his hand and put the spirit ring on his hand. Once the fairy bone was taken out, he would surely perish. I'm afraid he won't wake up after fusing the fairy bone up.Looking at the red jade ring on his left wrist, he took it off and put it next to Sanskrit's pillow. I was always the one who betrayed you and was not worthy of your jade ring. If I return it to you now, I will pretend that there is no Jing Moli in the future.

Qing Cong waved his hand and set a barrier, "Taking a fairy bone is ten times more painful than cutting out a heart, can you bear it?"

"Yes." Jing Moli stood up, sat cross-legged on the ground, and gathered his spiritual power into a pearl, "After changing the fairy bone, please give him this pearl."

"Without this whole body's spiritual protection, the pain is not ten times, but a hundred times." Qing Cong couldn't bear it.

"It's okay, I can take it."

"Okay, then you can bear it." Red thunder flashed on Qing Cong's hands, covering the top of Jing Moli's head, spiritual power poured from his head, and peeled off the fairy bones on his body little by little, just It was like using a sharp knife to peel the bones from the flesh bit by bit, and the tendons were broken.

It was only a quarter of an hour, but it seemed that he had been in the hell's mountains of swords and fires for thousands of years, enduring the pain of bones and muscles being exhausted thousands of times. The moment the fairy bones were completely taken out, Jing Moli looked at the person on the bed. Sanskrit, the relationship between the past life and the present life has been broken, and the love will not end until death. You are the one who made me immortal, so I will return the immortal bone to you.

From now on, if you practice hard on your own, and cultivate the path of Bodhi that you want to follow, you will no longer be troubled by Jingmoli.