Sword Intent Ling Ran

Seeing the mess in the conference room, the people from the Kunlun Tianzong who sat in the first seat cleared their throats and said, "Fellow Taoists, please be quiet. Since the holy metaphor has been found, everyone should not waste time, and solve this problem as soon as possible." Holy things."

Kunlun Tianshan can be said to be the source of Taoism and Buddhism in the world, and Kunlun Tianzong is the oldest sect in Kunlun Mountain. When the old Taoist priest of the first Kunlun Tianzong spoke, the chaotic meeting room suddenly fell silent, and everyone stopped discussing. Instead, they all looked at the people of Kunlun Tianzong.

The people from Kunlun Tianzong saw that everyone was quiet, and said: "Fellow Taoists, do you know if there is a way to unravel the so-called 'Holy Tale' in the Western Realm?"

All the monks look at me, I look at you, one of the monks who is good at formations got up and said: "Why don't you let me take a look first?"

"Then I would like to thank Taoist Priest Tianxu." The people from Kunlun Tianzong nodded, and sent the holy metaphor glowing with white light to the hands of Taoist Priest Tianxu.

Taoist Master Tianxu picked up the holy metaphor, and kept pinching his fingers. His speed was extremely fast, and soon everyone could only see phantoms. As he pinched his fingers, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder at his fingertips. It was accompanied by colorful rays of light, and Taoist Tianxu even had sweat streaming down his face, but no matter whether the rays of light or the sound of wind and thunder fell on the holy metaphor, there was no ripple at all. Taoist Tianxu sat on the ground unwillingly, and the holy metaphor floated on him chest.

Taoist Tianxu pinched his fingers together, his lips murmured and squirmed, and the air in the meeting room even stagnated for a moment as he moved. It is exquisite, but as before, these temptations fell on the head of the holy metaphor, and there was still no response.

It's not much to say, the light of the holy metaphor dimmed slightly, and with the appearance of the subtle change of the holy metaphor, Taoist Tianxu's face changed suddenly, and the whole body instantly released the magic weapon of fate, and then a dazzling white light appeared out of nowhere He suddenly appeared in the conference room and slashed straight at Taoist Tianxu. Taoist Tianxu's magic weapon instinctively protected him, and also burst out a dazzling light, colliding with the white light.

Just hearing the sound of 'bang', it turned out that Taoist Tianxu was directly knocked into the air by this tyrannical force, and even knocked out a big hole in the wall of the meeting room. After a while, Taoist Tianxu staggered out from the bottom of the hole Sighing: "I'm not as good as it is. This magic weapon is at least above the level of an immortal. It seems that the cultivators in the Western Realm, at least the former cultivators, are not useless."

This scene made all the cultivators present even more interested. They all whispered and discussed with each other, staring at Shengyu with great interest and began to ponder.

Seeing this, the person from Kunlun Tianzong said: "Fellow Taoists, is there anyone else who can solve this holy metaphor?"

"Let me try it." The cute old monster who was lying on the table before said.

Seeing this Maotuan opened his mouth, the cultivator sitting next to Maotuan immediately said: "With the help of the demon ancestor, it must be able to untie it."

Mao Tuan shook his head: "Not necessarily, this thing is mysterious, and my ancestors can't crack it with brute force, but no matter what, let my ancestors know this sacred object of the Western Region first."

Mao Tuan opened his mouth and swallowed the holy metaphor, and then the whole Mao Tuan curled up and closed his eyes. It looked like he was full and digested. Compared with the actions of Taoist Tianxu before, Mao Tuan's demon ancestor It was so plain, the monks present looked at each other in dismay, and could only quietly wait for the result.

Not long after, the hair of the hairball that fell asleep exploded, and then the hairball jumped up from the table, opened its mouth wide and let out a scream, and white lights shot out from its mouth. This tragic scene was accompanied by The sound of screaming like a wild cat stunned the monks in the conference room.

"Yao Zu, Yao Zu, what's wrong with you." The monk beside Mao Tuan suddenly shouted nervously.

However, Mao Tuan stuck his neck and screamed and couldn't speak. Another monk looked at Yao Zu's expression and asked, "Does Yao Zu seem to be choking?"

After hearing this, Mao Tuan showed a grateful expression and nodded again and again, but Mao Tuan swallowed the sacred metaphor, and he didn't know how he choked on it. I was choking, but everyone still didn't know what to do. Could it be that I gave Yaozu some rootless water and let him swallow it smoothly?It is impossible to think about it.

While all the monks were looking at each other, and trying to find a way along with the shrill scream of the demon ancestor Mao Tuan, Xiao Mohan walked over and grabbed the tail of the demon ancestor, shaking his head down vigorously, while shaking While slapping the back of the hair ball demon ancestor, he used a lot of strength to slap the hair ball, and the back of the hair ball was covered with golden light, and the hair that was blown up was soft, but also because Xiao Mohan shook and patted, Mao Tuan coughed fiercely, and coughed Sheng Yu out of his throat.

"Xiaosheng, ahem, thank you very much." Mao Tuan coughed and shook his head, "No, no, no, the ancestor couldn't get rid of it at all, it just wanted to slip out by itself, almost stuck the ancestor and me to death."

"This..." Everyone in the cultivation world didn't know what to do after this incident. The person from Kunlun Tianzong stroked his beard and said, "Is there any fellow Taoist who wants to give it a try?"

Everyone was frightened by the tragedy of Mao Tuan Patriarch just now, and they looked at each other for a while, not daring to say anything, thinking that it would be fine if they couldn't solve it in the meeting, how embarrassing it would be to be in such a mess like Mao Tuan Patriarch.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the people of Kunlun Tianzong also felt a little troubled, he pulled his beard and said: "Although the old man is not good at solving these things, it's no harm to try it. If the old man encounters any danger later, please let me know." Fellow Daoists, lend a helping hand."

"Wait, Daoist Qingxu, could it be that the method we used is fundamentally wrong?" The Taoist priest lying on the cloud also looked at it from the beginning to the end: "Just now, the old Taoist suddenly thought of something, which I have never studied before. The sacred metaphors in the western region that I have experienced may be completely different from the routines of my monks from China. Today, we may finally be able to break it violently, but the result is very likely that it will also be smashed to pieces. If we study this western region slowly, we don’t know when. "

"Can you be blunt about what Taoist Tianyun wants to say?" Knowing that these fortune tellers like to talk nonsense, Taoist Qingxu scratched his ears and said bluntly: "I heard you say that the ears of these poor Taoists are going to itch again."

Daoist Tianyun touched his nose in embarrassment: "Cough, occupational disease, occupational disease, the experience of telling people's fortunes in the mortal world was too impressive, cough, okay, I'll just say it, just now the old Taoist got it on a whim Suddenly I remembered Xiao Daoist's companion."

"Hey! This old chatterer still misses his Taoist companion!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not afraid of this sword master's Yutian sword, be careful that it's cut inhumanely."

"Tsk tsk tsk, did you watch another good show today? I haven't seen a wonderful gossip show for more than a hundred years."

Hearing Zhou Jinyan's name mentioned by the other party, Xiao Mohan also looked over directly, and he said: "I don't know what Jinyan has to do with this matter, although he is a monk, but his cultivation has just stepped into the threshold of the cultivation world That's all, maybe Daoist Tianyun thought something wrong?"

Being stared at by a huge sword that was already bubbling cold, Daoist Tianyun also felt quite stressed, he rubbed his nose and smiled awkwardly: "This, this, I don't have any thoughts, ah, no, damn it, I have no idea at all, fellow daoist, please listen to me and talk slowly."

Daoist Tianyun's words immediately made the monks speechless, and Daoist Qingxu even said without shame: "Tianyun, you have committed an occupational disease again, can you just say it directly."

"Ah! It's very, very extreme. Fellow Daoist Qingxu reminded me that what I want to say is that just now, on a whim, I suddenly remembered that fellow Daoist seemed to be called the Holy Son by the people of the Holy See in the Western Region, so I thought maybe this thing Did the Taoist companion who saw the fellow Taoist get rid of it instead?"

Xiao Mohan frowned: "I have also seen those people from the Western Region. Is there any misunderstanding between them? I sincerely say that they are indeed children who grew up in China, so how could they have anything to do with the Western Region?"

"Ah! Fellow Daoist's words are wrong." Daoist Tianyun said seriously: "No matter what, the people from the western region don't recognize anyone, they only recognize the Taoist companion of Fellow Daoist, no matter whether they have any misunderstandings, This also proves that Young Master Zhou has a predestined relationship with the Western Realm, so no matter how many fellow Taoists think about it, it’s useless, is it so? If you invite Young Master Zhou to come and try it, you’ll know everything.”

"Alright." Xiao Mohan nodded, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and called Zhou Jinyan: "Jin Yan, can you come to the alliance headquarters?"

"What's the matter, Xiao Mo, what's the matter?" Zhou Jinyan was also very surprised when he received Xiao Mohan's phone call. He knew about the establishment of an alliance headquarters for cultivators, but since the people inside were all ancestors and monsters, Zhou Jinyan was also very surprised. He was not interested in joining in the fun, so he just stayed in the room every day and pondered the magic formula left by Xiao Mohan. Anyway, the Zhou family fell, and he had nothing to do, just to make up for the homework that he had missed before.

"I need your help with something, come here." Xiao Mohan hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

As soon as Xiao Mohan hung up the phone, he saw several monks staring at the mobile phone in his hand, one of them said: "Fellow Daoist Xiao's Magical Artifact is really novel, please redeem it in the next level, I didn't see that Magical Artifact of Fellow Daoist Mana runs."

"What kind of magic weapon, it should be something invented by mortals. A few days ago, I walked past those little girls at the front desk, and saw each of them poking around with this thing. I stood I studied it for a long time." Another short Taoist said with contempt: "You old antiques, you are really backward."

"You dwarf, what are you talking about? The old Taoist was called over just after leaving the customs. He is busy with the survival of the cultivation world every day. Who is so free like you!"

"Fellow Daoist is really excited. Ordinary people nowadays are amazing. They can do things that us cultivators can do without practicing. Hey, if thousands of years pass, I don't know what it will be like in the mortal world."

While they were chatting, the door of the conference room opened, Zhou Jinyan walked in, greeted these old monsters with a smile, and then walked to Xiao Mohan: "Little Mo, why did you call me over?" What's up?"