Cultivation of Immortals Lu Yuan

Chapter 150

"No way, have they all withdrawn?"

Lin Shaofan asked.

"Basically, there are still some people who didn't go out and were trapped inside. But all the intricate passages are closed, and they can't communicate with each other."

Once the Yellow Crane site is closed, you can no longer go out, and no one knows when it will open next time.

"No way, how long have you been waiting? If I go there for three, four, or ten days, in the world, it will be three, four, or ten years!!"

"That's just right," Chu Wudao raised his head: "In ten years, it's just time to comprehend the supreme mystery, cultivate the true truth, and become a virtual immortal of the Nine Tribulations, and then you can go out."

"fool."

Lin Shaofan smiled wryly, and as soon as the World Treasure Tree shook, a small stone tablet appeared in the air, floating up, emitting a strange light.

"Quickly integrate the ancient town of Xianmen! Once successful, it will be a heavenly weapon that can freely travel through the void."

Lin Shaofan also has a celestial weapon, the World Treasure Tree, but some of the magical functions of this celestial weapon have not yet been developed, and it is not possible for many people to travel through the void together.

"Correct!"

With one move of Chu Wudao's hand, a symbol and a picture scroll are displayed. It is an ancient place, and a large amount of ancient breath emerges, which is eternal and indestructible.

It was an ancient world. In the prehistoric times, the continental plates were fragmented. Many monsters broke through the ground to show them. In the prehistoric rivers, many ancient beasts emerged. Primitive humans who lived in seclusion in valleys lived for more than a thousand years.

In the end, a stalwart figure appeared between the heaven and the earth, the master of the fairy gate in the ancient town, he raised his arms and chest, stepped on the [-] mountains, and his iron shoulders were righteous.

"Ancient Town Immortal Gate! Fusion!"

The purple breath spilled out in an instant.

The turbulent air waves, the ancient will, like the rain in the sky, like the tide in the sea, are vigorous and vigorous, and the eyes of the world will be raised.

Withered poplar grows weeds, and the cocoons are peeled off.

"The aura of the heavenly weapon is indeed powerful."

Lin Shaofan used the treasure tree of the world to build a colorful light circle to protect himself from the air waves.

Because Chu Wudao's side, with himself as the center, burst out huge energy all at once.Among them are the faces of various monsters, each with its own expression, some are ferocious, some are terrifying, some are unwilling, and some are depraved.

"Ancient Celestial Artifacts, listen to my call, your will is my will! The ancient prehistoric world, the universe turned around, the pure yang refines the sun, and the avenue turns into nothingness!"

Chu Wudao clasped his hands together, and suddenly, the two fragments merged together!

Rumble!

The gigantic God of War stood between the two fragments, and with his big hand pressing down, the universe was determined!

Become!

The immortal gate of the ancient town finally merged into one!

"Get out! See you at the main altar of the Great Dream Demon Sect!"

"No, see you outside the Yellow Crane ruins!" Lin Shaofan shouted, "Your members of the Great Dream Demon Sect must be waiting for you outside!"

"indeed."

Chu Wudao nodded, and in an instant, the two disappeared in place, leaving behind bursts of breath, still spinning.

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"hateful!"

The bonfire flickered twice, and there were figures in black all around.

"Lin Shaofan, Lin Shaofan, Lin Shaofan!!"

The shadow of Long Xuanyan, the elder being pulled by the bonfire, the flames danced bit by bit, and the shadow also swayed from side to side.

"Lin Shaofan... woo..."

Long Xuanyan knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his cheeks, behind him stood an extremely handsome young man.

"What's wrong? Reluctant?"

The boy said with a playful smile, his eyes were deep red, his pupils could no longer be seen clearly, as if they had merged with the whites of his eyes, his face was pale, but that paleness was strangely beautiful.

"Blood Raven...why..."

"No reason, hahahahaha," the young man laughed, put his hand on the top of Long Xuanyan's head, and stroked it slowly: "He and I are destined to be enemies..."

"Why... destiny, can't it be changed? Why, should we care about this kind of fate that is unclear? Fate should be in our own hands!"

"No...you'll understand later,"

The blood crow chuckled and said, a charm on the back of the hand flickered, as if struck by lightning, bright red blood slowly flowed from Long Xuanyan's eyes and ears, "Sin...sin..."

"How is it? Are you comfortable..."

The blood crow continued to laugh sullenly: "You must make me happy in the future, otherwise every day... I will take your life... I want to see how many times your golden fairy body can last."

"Stop...stop!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"I was almost killed by Master Buddha Guo. That old monk is indeed extraordinary, adhering to the power of incense and belief. I also want to thank you for your source of life, which is so sweet and delicious, and it is endless. It can heal any injuries you draw. It's simply... "

The blood crow smacked his lips and licked his face: "It's the best, but I don't know how long I can drink it."

"Tell me, would you like to make me happy?"

"Wish...willing...ahhh!!"

"Okay, let's go to Du'e Temple. Two masters died in Du'e Temple. You mobilize the followers of the True Dragon Sect, and we will bloodbath Du'e Temple. Two masters died in Du'e Temple, Zen Master Jiantian and Long Bai. Yang doesn't distinguish Zhong Bo, so it's a pleasure to take revenge at this time."

Blood Raven narrowed his eyes, and the image of Master Foguo flashed across his mind.

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It was pouring rain.

A thunder exploded in the sky, and above the ink-like sky, heavy rain fell like an overturned sea.

Coming out of the Yellow Crane ruins, the various sects continued to fight. On many islands in the South China Sea, battles of all sizes could be seen everywhere, and monks were killed or injured every day.

"Master Fazhen, our young master Chu is really not here,"

A disciple said.

Master Fazhen opened the Shewo Golden Bead a few days ago to steam the Buddha power, and it has not dissipated until now, but everyone knows that once the golden light dissipates, it will be the day of his death.

He seemed to want to take advantage of this golden light to protect his body, which was indestructible and indestructible, to do one last thing.

"If he doesn't come out, the poor monk will kill him in."

"Master, don't be unreasonable. He stayed in the Yellow Crane Ruins, as if he was waiting for something, so we had no choice but to get out first."

An old man walked out slowly from among the disciples of the Great Dream Demon Sect.

"Elder Xuefeng, the young master of the Great Dream Demon Sect is waiting for a fragment of a heavenly weapon, right? However, the poor monk does not believe that he will not come out. If there is no fragment of the heavenly weapon, he will not be able to travel through the void, and he may be trapped to death." Inside, the young master of the Great Dream Demon Sect, Ying Ming I, should not be able to do such a thing. Get him out quickly."

Master Fazhen sneered.

"Master Fazhen, you knocked down the golden bead that gave me up, and your life is not long. You still want to see us, the young master, what is your intention?"

An old woman stooped out, with white hair and chicken skin, wearing a linen coat and holding a dragon head stick in her hand.

"Huan Yunpo, do you think that nothing will happen if you hide the young master?" Master Fazhen sneered and said, "The poor monk can kill your disciples of the Great Dream Demon Sect without any effort, just because God has a good life. Let Chu Wudao come out quickly, let the poor monk abolish his whole body of martial arts, so that he will no longer endanger the world, so that the poor monk can rest in peace when he dies."

"Old monk, don't speak wild words, what's the use of you abolishing Chu Wudao, there are tens of thousands of demon cultivators in the world!"

Another elder emerged from the night sky, an old man named Nightmare Old Man.

"Abolish him, and the Great Dream Demon Sect will have no leader, so it will naturally stop for a while. This poor monk is doing a blessing for the common people and a bounty for the community!"

Master Fazhen said impatiently: "Let Chu Wudao come out!"

"This old monk probably thinks that Master Foguo killed the dragon innocently, and that if he leveled the True Dragon Sect, he would also come to suppress the Great Dream Demon Sect. Hehehe, this matter is not easy to say, you are deceiving our Demon Sect. people?"

Meng Xiaoxuan's father, Meng Renwang gave a loud shout.

"Okay, the poor monk doesn't want to share with you."

Master Fazhen's eyes widened in anger, and as soon as his hands sank, a huge Buddhist script tumbled out like a mountain, and when it came down under negative pressure, it made a deafening and deafening noise.

"Ahhhhh!!"

"what!"

A few screams came, and many disciples of the Great Dream Demon Sect were shot by the golden light, vomited blood, and fell to the ground.

"stop!"

In the sky, two lights suddenly flashed out, one was purple, exuding supreme divine power, and the other was seven-colored light, which was hazy and hard to see clearly.

"The master is so bloodthirsty, how can he have the human nature to practice Buddhism?"

"who are you?"

Master Fazhen took a quick look and saw a young boy whose face was covered by a mask.He landed lightly on the ground, a twig in his hand wrapped in colorful light.

Chu Wudao followed behind him.

"Master, the poor Taoist is in charge."

Lin Shaofan sat down and bowed.

"Amitabha," Master Fazhen clasped his hands together and said, "Chu Wudao, no matter what today, you have to obediently let the poor monk abolish the Taoism, otherwise, the poor monk will fail to fulfill his great vows, and he will not be able to pass on to the world to become a Buddha."

"Arrogance!" Chu Wudao frowned, seeing the countless disciples of the Great Dream Demon Sect around him, he was even more furious.

"No way, wait a minute,"

Lin Shaofan said suddenly: "Master Fazhen, you used the Shewo Golden Bead, and you were affected by the hostility of the bead, and your temperament changed drastically. There is no way. There are countless demon cultivators, are you done with it?"

Lin Shaofan still has a good impression of monks like Master Foguo, so he doesn't plan to do anything.This give me golden bead is transformed from the finger bone of the good and clean god camel, which naturally carries the will of the god camel, and the people who use it are extremely susceptible to its influence and are extremely surly.

"What's more, cultivating immortals and demons, cultivating demons and Buddhas are all inherited in the same line. There are three thousand methods, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior. Each has its own way, and each has its own origin. You don't have to stick to appearances. It's the same, the source of immortality."

"Bullshit!"

Master Fazhen really seemed to be a different person, and his voice was like thunder: "The poor monk only knows that the roads of immortals and demons are different, and the roads of demons and Buddhas are different. The distinction between good and evil, and different sects, is it a joke?"

"Okay, I don't want to share with you and other dying people. Since Chu Wudao has come forward, the poor monk will definitely do his best to kill demons and demons, return the world to a bright future, and revive my righteous demeanor!"

In an instant, Master Fazhen made a bold move, the Buddhist beads in his hand floated up, and countless brilliant Buddhist voices burst out like flying swords!