The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

  Chapter 362 Immortal Falling Thunder

  Many monks looked at each other, not knowing whether to make a move or not.

  The Yunhai Kunpeng’s trip to the Western Regions is still vivid in my mind, not to mention that recently the immortal in Shenzhou killed a holy king and subdued the dragon clan of the Dragon Palace.

  They don't know the specific reasons, and even the top 100 golden elixir in China know a thing or two, and many of them are hearsay, let alone those demon cultivators in the Western Regions?

   But this does not prevent them from tabooing Li Changsheng's name.

   "A living immortal descendant? In my opinion, he doesn't have the aura of Buddhism and Shangqing Palace, but looks like a fortune teller."

   "It's hard to say. I heard that this living immortal likes to give away chance exercises. The Changchun Kung Fu, which is comparable to the secret of the great sect, has been spread all over the world, but it seems that it can't prove that he is a descendant of a living immortal."

   "There is no sect or sect of immortals in this world. How can there be so many people related to him in the world. If you can get involved with any exercise, then I am also a disciple of living immortals."

   "If it's fake, won't it be laughed at by colleagues all over the world?"

   "But what if it's true?"

  All cultivators communicate with each other through sound transmission, and most of them are skeptical.

  Zen Shixian is an extremely strong man who overwhelms an era, and it is common sense that there are many people related to him. Because he stood tall enough and lived long enough.

  I may not have opened the door to recruit apprentices, but from the fact that he is not stingy in spreading his exercises, we can see the huge influence behind it. It is precisely because of this that they suspect that the other party is bluffing them.

   Is the living immortal being kind to you, or do you really have a relationship with the living immortal?

  If the former is unavoidable, it would be a bit of an overreach. If you are kind to you, you will be saved? If this is the case, those mortals who cultivate the Changchun Palace through the Internet will be saved.

   This is clearly impossible.

  The monks were a little undecided, not afraid of 10,000, but just in case.

   "Beat the young ones and come out the old ones" has always been the norm in the practice world.

   It's not that all monks like to talk about the background, on the contrary, many Tianjiao disdain to talk about the background. When Xueye Jianxian was young, she once said that she would challenge the world's heroes with one sword, and that she would not be under the control of Jianzong if she died.

   Even the elders of Jianzong came out to testify.

  If you want to become a superpower, you must have the belief that it is better than me, especially in the way of swordsmanship. With one breath, Jianxiu defeated all the enemies in the world, and gained the Tao and flew up.

   Throughout the ages, there has been no shortage of geniuses trying to walk the path of invincibility, but most of them ended up dying halfway through. After all, there are only a small number of sword immortals, and it is rare to see such talented sword cultivators throughout the ages.

   And Yang Cang is obviously not a genius, at least not a sword fairy who takes the invincible path, and he will definitely change his background when he encounters danger.

  People are going to die, no matter what face they have.

  The present Yang Cang has been in the practice world for so many years, and he has already seen through all kinds of unspoken rules. It is true that one can only rely on one's own practice in the end, but the background is equally important.

  Practice besides oneself, is nothing more than Dharma and wealth.

  With the same aptitude, there will be at least a big difference in the final achievement of a casual cultivator and a major sect. Unless both of them are amazingly talented people, at least they must have the demeanor of a sword fairy.

   But it is rare for Tianjiao to produce one in an era, let alone two at the same time. And with this talent, there is no need to worry about the income threshold.

  Even if you are a sword fairy, if you don't join the sword sect, how can you get in touch with so many top swordsmanship? And how can he wield the Heavenly Sword at such a young age?

   It is not to say that the success of a strong person depends entirely on the sect, the two are mutually accomplished, and in many cases one is indispensable.

  Yang Cang has a lot of contacts, and the cultivation world does not know how many strong people have come to him for fortune-telling. If he was still in his previous life, he could call a large group of people to help him with his voice.

   But after the reincarnation, his connections are not very useful, because there are too many strong people of the same level.

  The only thing that comes to mind is the fairy.

  With the power of a living immortal, once reincarnated, the whole world will undergo earth-shaking changes. Because the mere existence of giants is enough to make people daunting.

  The immortal seems to be indisputable, but in fact he is extremely domineering. He is so overbearing that he wants the world to run according to his wishes, make peace the norm, and let the strong protect the weak.

  The mighty power enough to overturn common sense, once it comes to this world, it must be earth-shattering.

  But if the immortal has not been reincarnated, then he may be in danger.

  The deterrent power of the background depends on the prestige of the elders. If the elders do not have any prestige, then these people will not give themselves a little bit of face.

  Yang Cang felt that if he couldn't do it again, he could only risk his life to make a fortune for the immortal. Spying on a great supernatural being of this level will inevitably attract attention.

  If the immortal has been reincarnated, he should be able to notice.

   Really drove him into a hurry, Yang Cang calculated on the spot, did the immortals frequently go out for outings, did they hide from Taiyin Xingjun?

  The top powers in Kyushu were all talking about it back then, especially during the 50 years when the Moon Palace ruled the world, how to judge Xingjun's mood depends on whether the immortal has gone out.

  If the immortals go out, Taiyin Xingjun's work enthusiasm will be high. Within three days, he can read the account books of Kyushu for ten years, and he is extremely strict. The big guys are all working in fear, so as not to be caught and beaten.

  Yang Cang had already thought of all the ways he could think of, just when he was about to make a fortune teller for the immortal, suddenly a voice came

   "What is the name of fellow Taoist? What sect and sect?"

  The mana and aura surging around did not disappear, but there was no overwhelming Daoist attack either.

  Yang Cang looked up at their expressions, everyone had a look of scruples on their faces, and he knew he was saved.

  He coughed twice, silently wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, and replied: "The old Taoist fortune teller, who came from Tianji Pavilion, is the divination division under one palace and two sects in the Immortal Era."

  Divination Department is responsible for assisting the Immortal Palace to monitor the world. Every day, there will be monks from the Tianji Pavilion fortune-telling for Kyushu. Once a catastrophe occurs in any place, they can be informed immediately. Of course, if someone conceals the secret, mistakes will inevitably occur.

  It is equivalent to the contest between modern reconnaissance methods and anti-reconnaissance capabilities. Generally speaking, the latter has the upper hand, because the divinator counts the whole world, and the wicked only need to guard against the divinator.

  Xiandao is a huge ruling machine, maintaining a peace that has never been seen throughout the ages. At the same time, it also provides jobs for many monks and a source of spirit stones.

  But Yang Cang just wanted to express that he had worked under the hands of immortals.

  Seeing that the people around him were still locking on him with the air machine, Yang Cang continued: "Why are you so aggressive, you are the ones who attacked the old way first, and I am the one to reason."

  The leader Moxiu is eight feet tall, like a little giant. He should have practiced some kind of very advanced body training method, and he has condensed the King Kong that is not bad.

  He said in a voice like a bronze drum: "Fellow Daoist enters my sect and kills my sect, how can it be justified? Even if there is suspicion of attacking first, fellow Daoist shouldn't kill them all."

  Moxiu seldom reasoned, they followed the law of the jungle passed down from the ancient times. Of course, for the sake of the sect's stability, they still follow the rules internally.

   If you talk about rules to the outside world, it can only be because the other party has a background or is powerful.

  Yang Cang asked: "What should you do?"

   "Losing money, an innate spiritual plant." The eight-foot demon repair lion dared to ask for an innate spiritual plant, and Yang Cang's face darkened instantly.

   "Why don't you grab it? How can a mere golden core be worth an innate spiritual thing?"

  Although there is a world of difference between spiritual objects and spiritual roots, it is not easy to have a relationship with innateness. An innate spiritual creature is equivalent to the life money that has been given to Tianji Pavilion.

Bachi Moxiu spread out his hands, approached half a step slightly, and said: "There is a saying in modern times that human life is priceless, and there is also a rule that you must buy something that is destroyed. Now you run into our house and kill people, an innate spiritual thing is not expensive. If you can’t get it out, you can ask someone to redeem it, or pay on credit.”

  Yang Cang frowned, he was guessing the other party's intentions.

   Are you cheating on me? Or are you afraid of the prestige of the immortal? Or give me a step down. If I give the innate spiritual object, the other party will not lose face while gaining benefits.

   After all, as the master of a sect, he can't let his own people be killed in the sect's territory, and let the murderer go without any indication.

   In this way, people's hearts will be scattered.

  He counted again, and the death calamity has turned into a murderous calamity.

  So it seems that the other party is indeed afraid of the name of immortal, should he give it or not? I don't have any innate spiritual things, but I can help him figure it out, but I don't know how many years will be lost in this way.

  Wait, doesn't that mean that the immortal is also reincarnated!

   Then what are you afraid of?

  Innate spirit? It depends on whether you have lost your life.

  Yang Cang's expression changed, and he stood with his hands behind his back, facing many strong men directly.

   "Everyone who cultivates the way of magic and harms the loyal and good people, isn't he afraid of being punished by heaven?"

  The atmosphere, which had been slightly relaxed, became tense in an instant. The demon cultivators raised their minds slightly, and the Taoism or magic weapon in their hands bloomed with aura.

   If anything goes wrong, they run away.

   It is impossible to let this unknown person go directly, and it is also impossible for the hard-nosed Immortal of Shenzhou. But there is no absolute in everything, they can run first and then chase.

  The other party is only in the foundation building period, and his breath is locked by more than a dozen golden cores, so he can't run on two legs no matter how long he is.

  Yang Cang smiled confidently, cupped his hands in the sky and said, "I beg the gods to send down thunder!"

  The sound fell, and the airspace that was originally blocked by more than a dozen Jindan demon cultivators was instantly released, and their figures had turned into a stream of light and flew outwards.

   With just one breath, those who can move have already flown ten miles away, and those who can't have also broken through the supersonic speed.

   Jindan in a normal state definitely doesn't have this speed, but if you try your best, you can still achieve a short-term burst.

  The second breath, some people began to observe the situation behind them.

   On the third breath, someone stopped flying.

   On the fourth breath, everyone stopped, and they turned to look at the old man standing in the air in the distance.

   At this moment, there is no cloud in the sky, and no thunder is heard.

   Bachi Moxiu narrowed his eyes slightly, his muscles swelled slightly, and his body swelled a little more vaguely. The monstrous magic flame rushed towards his face accompanied by Qi and blood, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose by dozens of degrees.

   Qi and blood transforming into yang, physical training in the Nascent Soul stage.

  He only stepped out with one step, and the power brought by it shook the dense forest under his feet into a big hole. The obvious shock could be felt in a radius of tens of miles, and the creatures in a radius of ten miles were all dizzy.

   In an instant, Bachi Moxiu returned to Yang Cang, this time with more murderous intent in his eyes.

   "This place is thousands of miles away from Shenzhou, even if the immortal wants to sense this place, I'm afraid it will take some means. Or, you don't have the ability to let the immortal take action?"

  “.”

  Yang Cang made a calculation, and at this time the catastrophe had turned into a death catastrophe.

  He actually forgot that this is the Western Regions, even if the immortal has been reincarnated, it is impossible for him to return to his peak strength. Today, the shackles of heaven and earth are Nascent Souls. According to him, before he began to comprehend the inheritance of the ancient Taoism three years ago, he did not hear the news of the birth of an immortal.

   It stands to reason that those lunatics made movements back then, if the immortals were there, they would definitely take action.

  Because immortals don't like troubled times.

  That is to say, it will take no more than three years for the immortal to recover, and it will be the golden core after three years. Furthermore, I am neither related nor related to the immortals. Although there is a little relationship, it is not the relationship between master and disciple, etc. Cause and effect are not important.

  Old man, I wouldn’t really fall here, would I?

  Yang Cang's forehead was sweating slightly, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he made a decision against his ancestors without hesitation.

  The master once told me that divination must avoid people with great supernatural powers. The stronger the strength, the stronger the person's sense of karma.

   For example, living immortals.

  He took a deep breath and counted with his fingers.

  Did the living immortal hide from Taiyin Xingjun back then?

   Gudong!

  Heart skipped a beat suddenly, as if a pair of indifferent eyes cast their gaze on him.

  Boom!

  There is a sound of thunder in the clear sky thousands of miles away, and all living beings in a hundred miles are startled.

"What?!"

   Bachi Moxiu suddenly raised his head, and he felt a light, spring-like breath coming from the Far East. Perhaps because the distance is too far, the breath is very weak, and it is estimated that it has not reached the golden core stage.

  There is a difference between being able to sense it and whether the power can be extended to this point.

   But Lei Fa really belonged to the Immortal of Shenzhou, that is to say, the person in front of him is indeed related to that Immortal.

  The eight-foot demon cultivator restrained his aura and killing intent, and stepped sideways to get out of the way. The surrounding demon cultivators also restrained their aura.

   "Your Excellency is very capable, I offended you just now."

  Moving to the backstage often does not require a fight. The original intention of having the elders come forward is to deter the enemy. If the enemy is willing to give face, then the karma will be cleared.

  And most of the time, as long as it is not a life-and-death feud between powerful and powerful people, they don't want to make too much trouble. Especially when the opponent is much stronger than himself, it is even more impossible to make a move.

   Maybe he can kill the person in front of him before the immortal can react, but it's not necessary.

  Yang Cang didn't return the salute, nor did he intend to leave, but just stood there quietly.

   "Your Excellency, do you still want someone to apologize?" Bachi Moxiu frowned slightly. He could worship an immortal stronger than himself, but Yang Cang was obviously not qualified.

   It is respect to take a step back, and it would be impolite to push forward.

  Yang Cang didn't answer, and still stood there in a daze without moving. Bachi Moxiu soon noticed something was wrong, the expression on the opponent's face was not triumphant, but profusely sweating.

  Yang Cang has a bitter face, not because he doesn't want to take a step back, but because it's easy to ask a fairy to send a fairy.

   Immortals will not listen to me.

  Boom!

   Another thunderclap sounded, this time louder than the last one.

  It was clearly a clear sky, but for some reason the world became extremely oppressive, and a wordless restlessness made their breathing quicken a little.

  There is a great horror in the dark.

  Everyone looked up at the sky, and in a trance, a golden light flew to the east, fell on the top of everyone's heads and coincided with the fierce sun.

  At first it was only the size of a fist, and its aura was quite weak, but gradually it began to expand, absorbing the aura of the surrounding world.

  The power of heaven and earth seemed to be drawn by some kind of force, rushing towards the golden ball like a torrent, and the strong wind brought by the aura made the trees twist left and right.

  A golden giant stands above the nine heavens, leaning slightly as if the sky and the earth are pressing on them.

   imitate the sky, imitate the earth, this is the law of heaven and earth.

  Li Yi first perceived the cause and effect, then followed the cause and effect to see the old man, and then saw these demons.

  Following the cause and effect of the "little magician", he can know the cause and effect, and he didn't intend to make a move. Since it is the little **** who kills someone first, he can solve it by himself, whether it is to die or lose money.

  But the premise is that the other party is not a demon.

  What is an evil spirit? People who he hates with his own selfishness are not righteous, not meritorious, but cannibals.

  They follow the law of the jungle, and take their lives as a matter of course to practice evil, whether they are mortals or animals. And Li Yi will follow the truth they believe in and kill them just because of disgust.

  The law of the jungle has always been absolutely fair, and the strong are fair to the weak. When they follow this rule, they should be prepared to be killed.

   "Cannibal practice, should be killed."

  The giant holds the thunderbolt in his hand, lifts it high, and falls heavily.

  I kill you and others for my own selfishness and the law of the jungle. This is fair.

  Now that he has seen it, he will not be stingy with his shot.

"run…"

   Bachi Moxiu only yelled half a sound, and only the extremely bright thunder light and the thunder like the wrath of the sky were left in front of his eyes.

  The incomparable Leifa is comparable to the majesty of the Heavenly Tribulation.

   flashed by, leaving only a piece of ashes.

  (end of this chapter)