Jiu Ling

On the top of Ruoyu Peak, there were not many people. Jiuling and Taiyi were addicted to the chess game, while Mo Weiming on the other side was unrestrained but looking at Jiuling with gentle eyes. Minglou and Suzaku stood talking and laughing. on the side.

When Chong Li arrived, he greeted Ming Lou first, and then suggested: "Let's project the scene of this place, there are so many people on the mountainside, and it would be good to have a look at Daoist Meng Hong."

Minglou looked at Mo Weiming, "What does Second Master think?"

Mo Weiming thought for a while, nodded, and swung his palm to the stone wall on one side. In an instant, the sky was dark and the sun and moon were dark.

After everything settled down, the entire Ruoyu Peak was surrounded by phantoms.

Between the heaven and the earth, there is nothingness, only the two gods in the field are clearly visible.A drop falls, the wind and cloud change, the chaos begins, and a star curtain descends from the sky.

When it falls again, the clouds will clear and the moon will fade away, and the mountains and rivers will fight against each other.

As the chess pieces fell faster and faster, the sky and the earth changed, and the power of the stars and the power of the mountains and rivers were at a stalemate. In the end, some little immortals with low cultivation levels couldn't hold on anymore, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell down.

All the gods exclaimed, falling from here, it is not possible to fall to death, but the world is oppressed here, and it is inevitable to lie down for several years and months.

Just when the gods watched the man fall helplessly or remembered to protect their descendants quickly, a long black and golden whip suddenly flew from the top of the mountain, wrapped around the man's waist, and put it on the ground.

No matter how the world changes, the world where there are always only two people suddenly breaks into the third person.The man withdrew his long whip, flicked it casually in his hand, and said lazily: "If you are weak, you will retreat automatically. If you are weaker, you can directly exit Ruoyu Peak. You can still see the peak under the peak." The best scenario. Otherwise, if something happens again, I won’t care about it.”

Not everyone knows Mo Weiming, but everyone knows that the one who can be so casual under the coercion of heaven and earth must be a god.

"Thank you Daojun!" There were scattered voices of thanks, and countless people also retreated as they said. For those who don't know what's going on, what happened has nothing to do with them.Mo Weiming's figure gradually disappeared again.

Under Ruoyu Peak, there is a little fairy who retreats automatically due to lack of strength.Among them, a female cultivator was discussing with the female fairy beside her with a blushing face, "That Daoist gentleman just now is really good-looking! Especially his cynical eyes, is it His Royal Highness from the heaven?"

"It's really good-looking, but with his strength at the peak, he's far behind us! Don't be an idiot!" The other person calmed down a lot.

There were other people around them who knew Mo Weiming's identity, and they interjected with a smile: "This fairy is right, but that is the ruthless Daoist, who used to single-handedly wreak havoc in the heavens and fought hundreds of moves with the Demon Emperor." Moreover, he is the Son of Heaven now, and he is a match made in heaven with Daojun Menghong, I can't wait to catch up, so don't think too much about it."

"Ruthless Daoist Lord? I heard from the elders in the family after the All Souls Banquet. It is said that Daoist Fujue was jealous of the two and designed to make them turn against each other. The successful two were forced to leave the human world. Their lives and deaths are uncertain. Look at it now." Come on, Taoist Lord Wuqing and Taoist Menghong should be fine. The two are indeed a match made in heaven!" Another person said.

"Speak carefully! Don't worry about offending Daoist Fujue when you open your mouth like this! It's better for us to hide far away as we do now in their big fights, otherwise, if it spreads casually, the bones will not survive!" The people around reminded.

The man from earlier patted his chest, "Okay, I see. I can't say that Fujue Daojun, let's discuss the two Daoist Monarchs Meng Hong and Wuqing. The whip that Daoist Wuqing gave just now is so handsome, and he looks like that." Top-notch looks good, worthy of being the Son of Heaven!"

Another person said: "This fellow Taoist is right. In the whole world, there is no other creature that can match Daojun Rurui and Daojun Menghong. Even the two demon emperors are not as good in appearance. Some."

"Oh—really? The young man who confronted the Eastern Emperor just now and manipulated the power of mountains and rivers is Daoist Menghong? I haven't seen it before."

"Isn't that him!" Someone replied, "I remember that Daoist Meng Hong has always been a glorious man, with a heart for the world. Fortunately, the peeling of the fairy bones didn't affect him at all, and it seems that he is doing well now. .In this way, we old people can feel at ease."

"Why do you need to rest assured that he is doing well?" Someone wondered, "What's the matter with stripping the fairy bones? Without the fairy bones, how can he survive in the heaven?"

"It may be impossible for others, but Daoist Menghong, even if he loses his immortal bones, he is still the unparalleled Daoist Menghong, and nothing can stop him from becoming stronger!" The man replied again, "As for why he lost his immortal bones? Immortal bones, this is related to Daoist Fujue. Back then, Daoist Menghong was very popular in the heavens. The older generation doted on him, the younger generation respected him, and the people of the same generation..."

After a pause, the man continued to add, "Almost everyone of the same generation likes him! There was a time when Daoist Meng Hong wanted to find a Taoist companion on a whim, but he shocked the young unmarried gods in half of the heavens. It is said that a house was piled up in the post. Later, Daoist Meng Hong couldn't entertain, so he decided to thank the guests behind closed doors. The aftermath of the heaven continued for a long time!"

"Brother, it looks like you know a lot. Let's sit down and listen to the story!" A boy in black said, wanting to sit down.

"Shu--" There was a sound of standing up, "His Royal Highness Luo Jue!"

Luo Jue, the young patriarch of the Dragon Clan, although his seniority is not high, his status is no worse than Qing Xiao, Ming Lou and others.But he is either retreating to practice or going to play in the human world, why did he meet like this today?

The young man didn't sit or didn't sit, and finally smiled helplessly, "Okay, sit down and continue discussing, I like your talk very much. Don't care about my identity, and don't worry about offending others."

Seeing that everyone was still silent, Luo Jue was a little puzzled, "Or can I tell you something?"

"Don't dare to dare, His Highness wants to hear it, and I will naturally know everything to say..."

Luo Jue, a dragon clan, is famous for being playful, but her talent is indeed strong!Moreover, he likes to make friends, and if he says it's okay, then it's really okay.

In the rebuilt Fujue Palace, some subordinates came to report: "Mr. Dao, if the Yufeng chess formation is restarted, Daoist Meng Hong and Donghuang are on it. Many younger generations have been shocked by them, and people are still there. Surge over. The power we have accumulated for so long..."

Fu Jue glared at him, but the latter dared not speak.

His complexion changed for a long time, and finally a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he made up his mind: "I will go to the outskirts of the land of chaos to practice, and look for some fairy grass. It will take up to three days, you take care of this place first."

"Yes."