Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

After the golden core is formed, it is only after breaking through the realm to the Nascent Soul that one can reach the stage of transforming gods, and the stage of transforming gods in the present world is one of the few cultivators with great powers of cultivation.

There was a sudden turmoil in the Moyuan, and then a person stepped on the wind and snow and crossed into the snowfield.

"...Brother, three hours, I can't wait any longer."

Fu Yaoye lowered his head and glanced at the blood and corpses on the snowy field, closed his eyes, forcibly suppressed the blood, did not conceal his cultivation, and walked away against the wind.

The square of the Lingxiao Sect was almost washed with blood. When the sky was bright, the shouts of swords and swords gradually weakened. Seeing the last demon cultivator was pierced through the heart, the lord of the Lingxiao Sect held his breath and fell down on the steps of the sect against the rising sun. .

"metropolitan!"

A disciple was covered in blood and knelt down in front of him, "Fengmingmen sent a message, the south has been defended, but..."

The disciple swallowed his saliva and said in a low voice: "All the immortal sects are swearing to fight to the death, the situation is almost tragic...

"I don't know when the Canglan faction sneaked into the magic cultivator, but they were not found. In the end, only three sword cultivators survived. The master He Fangzheng—"

His voice trembled slightly: "Martyrdom."

The master of Lingxiao Sect closed his eyes and waved his hand lightly: "Got it."

For thousands of years, the Canglan Sect has grown from an unknown sect to the only sword cultivator of the entire sect, and has won a place among the immortal sects.

Even though I have had constant disputes with them over the past few years, I never thought it would end like this.

He raised his head sadly, looking at the shimmering barrier in Kyushu.

Among all living beings, the sea is ups and downs, only Qingheng Mountain is far away from the mortal world and has great righteousness; I can close the mountain for a hundred years without asking about everything, and my brothers are so righteous that they are willing to suppress their own brothers with their own hands...

The Suzerain of Lingxiao Sect let out a long sigh, stopped looking, and slowly got up and returned to the hall.

"when--"

I don't know how many times the bell has rung.

Fu Yaoye stopped suddenly and looked coldly at the monk in the yellow robe.

He smiled slowly, with a gentle and polite voice: "What does Master Kongyin mean?"

"I think this is the first time I met Poor Monk and Fu Xiaoyou." Master Kongyin stepped forward slightly, folded his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, "How did Fu Xiaoyou recognize Poor Monk?"

Fu Yaoye met his sad and joyless eyes, withdrew his smile, lowered his eyes and said coldly: "I once saw the master chanting sutras in Xuanzhen Temple to save evil spirits."

"The master doesn't remember me," every word of his was bloody, like the shackles that had been pressed on his body for many years, "this junior never dares to forget every word of Master Kongyin."

He was expressionless, but the resentment in his eyes couldn't be hidden.Master Kongyin was slightly startled, and when Fu Yaoye was about to leave, he stopped him again: "Where is Fu Xiaoyou going?"

Fu Yaoye said coldly, "Go and find my senior brother."

Master Kongyin understood, and said: "That's why the poor monk came to see Fu Xiaoyou, Qingheng Mountain has been sealed off, and the Demon Lord Jiao Zhengqing is in front of the mountain gate..."

"Master Kongyin," Fu Yaoye interrupted him; his eyes moved slightly, he stood with his sword behind his back, and said slowly, "I said, I'm just looking for my senior brother, Qingheng Mountain has nothing to do with me."

The coercion on his body suddenly exploded, and Master Kongyin has been in the God Transformation Realm for almost a hundred years, and his spiritual power is even deeper, he stood motionless on the spot, and calmly said: "Then, does little friend Fu know the origin of Jiao Zhengqing and Qingheng Mountain? "

"What's more, this is not only a catastrophe for Qingheng Mountain, but if the magic cultivators prosper because of this, it will be a disaster for the entire cultivation world..."

The monk is wearing a cassock, clasped his hands together, and looks clean and untouched by the world. He gradually overlaps with the figure in front of the Buddha statue of the previous life:

"...The magic cultivator is rampant, we can only start with him,"

"Let him in."

……

Black mist rose from Bai Yi Jianxiu's body, and he showed a mocking smile: "Master, don't forget, I am also a demon cultivator."

"You have the heart to save all sentient beings, but I don't." Fu Yaoye's eyes were bloodshot, Hai Jing came out of the sheath with a choke, the sword light was white, and the killing intent was evident, he sternly said: "Get out of the way!"

The cracks on the barrier that looked like glass cups gradually extended, and the barrier covering Qingheng Mountain exploded suddenly with a crisp sound, and then thousands of pieces fell down like willow catkins.

Dong Changying spat out a mouthful of blood, her body was bent, and she held the crutch tightly in her hand to support her body.

There was a sound of tinkling and clanging, and Wuchen's subduing magic pestle suddenly appeared between Dong Changying and Jiao Zhengqing, but was thrown out by that illusory figure in an instant.

"Cough cough..."

Dong Changying straightened up, wiped the blood from her lips, and suddenly smiled: "In the stage of transformation, is there still a realm?"

"You're not as good as Senior Brother," he said calmly, but Jiao Zhengqing's black mist melted into turmoil: "You have no chance to ascend."

"Shut up!" Jiao Zhengqing's eyes were red, he pointed the sword in his hand at Dong Changying, and said coldly, "Could it be that you will be able to ascend?"

"Dong Changying, you used to have low qualifications, no matter what you cultivated; after a hundred years, you still haven't made any progress."

Jiao Zhengqing took off the wooden hairpin on his head and turned it into an ordinary oil lamp. When the wick was ignited, the sound was like the howling of ghosts. The resentful ghosts and ghost faces were entangled together, and at the same time merged with the devil's breath on Jiao Zhengqing's body. One.

Dong Changying's hand holding the cane turned white with force, and he said in a low voice: "Little Master Wuchen, please take my mountain disciple away and inform the elders of each peak to invite Luoyunjian to be born."

The name of the Luoyun Sword has been heard even by Buddhist cultivators who hate the way of killing. A hundred years ago, it was its master, Master Yao Zhen, who used this sword to practice the Ruthless Dao and proclaim the Dao. He also used it to suppress the Demon Lord Jiao Zhengqing in Pingling Mountain.

It's just that Daoist Yaozhen has ascended for a hundred years, but his sword has not ascended with him, is it still in this world?

He couldn't allow him to think too much, amidst the ear-piercing ghost cries, Wu Chen clenched the rosary in his hand, Dong Changying's voice was almost covered, but he heard the last sentence clearly: "I really don't have a chance to ascend. "

The white-browed elder of Qingheng Mountain walked straight out of the mountain gate, leaning on crutches, like an old man in the mortal world, and met the devil haunted by resentful ghosts.

Jiao Zhengqing sneered, raised his sleeves, and said: "At that time, you and your senior brother prevented me from cultivating demons, but it's a pity that now you are the only one who comes to see me and leave my name on the Qingheng mountain book."

"Don't call him Senior Brother," Dong Changying didn't avoid, looking straight into his red eyes, "You are no longer a disciple of Qingheng Mountain."

As soon as these words came out, Jiao Zhengqing's face changed drastically, and with a wave of his sleeves, the surging resentful ghost came with a tyrannical aura. Dong Changying raised his hand to resist with the crutch in his hand, but was quickly eroded by the magic breath.

In the midst of the entangled magic breath, Dong Changying's eroded wooden crutch unexpectedly revealed a hilt. He held the hilt, and with a "clang", the long sword shaped like a fish intestine was unsheathed.

With a wave of his hand, the clouds came out in six directions, showing his sharpness, and he cut off the overlapping black mist with one blade.

Jiao Zhengqing's expression was uncertain: "Luoyun?"

Dong Changying, who was holding the sword at this moment, no longer looked old, like a young man with a sword in his arms: "Not bad."

Jiao Zhengqing stared at the blade on the sword in his hand, the wound from the sword a hundred years ago seemed to be in pain: "He actually left this sword to you..."

No one would have imagined that Elder Dong, who had always been gentle in Qingheng Mountain, was also a sword cultivator; nor would he have imagined that under the crutch he held in his hand all the time, there was actually Yao Zhen's Luoyun sword hidden.

Jiao Zhengqing sneered and said, "Whatever the peerless treasure it is, are you so confident that you can beat me?"

"It would not have been possible a hundred years ago, and it is even more impossible now!"

Dong Changying caressed the blade in his hand, his eyes filled with nostalgia: "It's just that no matter what, it can't be like it was back then."

The word "flying ascension" is what the cultivation world has been pursuing.He stayed in Qingheng Mountain for hundreds of years, watching a senior brother defect from the sect, and sent another senior brother to ascend. It wasn't until the master fell that he realized that not everyone who reached the peak could ascend.

Suddenly he was a boy again, someone caressed the top of his head: "Flying, maybe it is longevity."

The fairy caresses my top, knots my hair and grants longevity.

Su Baimu was supported by Wu Chen to climb up Changchuan Peak. He stretched out his hand and pulled a disciple, panting and asked, "Master...where is Master?"

The disciple exclaimed in shock: "Senior brother Su! You, why did you suffer such serious injuries!"

"Leave me alone..." Su Baimu tugged at the skirt of his shirt, and said sharply, "Where are the other elders?!"

"when--"

Another bell rang, and everyone was startled. Su Baimu suddenly turned around and walked slowly towards the edge of the cliff of Changchuan Peak.

The scene at the mountain gate had a panoramic view, and the extremely glaring white light suddenly flourished, suppressing the black mist.

Su Baimu seemed to see the figure of an old man in his twilight years changing constantly until it turned into the back of a young man and disappeared into the white light.

[The character Dong Changying has died. ]

An unexpected voice sounded in his head, Xiao Jianyuan stood on the edge of the green cliff, almost unable to stabilize his figure.

He came back to his senses in the cold wind and walked onto the rope bridge above the sea of ​​clouds.

There is only a dead tree in the forbidden place blocked by Chang Yanfeng from the sun. There is a person kneeling at the door of the closed cave door next to the cave. He sticks his finger on the rune on the cave door and tries to open the seal: "Senior brother! Elder Lu died tragically!" Xiuzhishou, please leave the customs!"

Xiao Jianyuan closed his eyes, suppressed his tens of thousands of emotions, showed his figure, and pressed Tianshu to his back:

"It's really you."