At the back of Yunmeng Mountain, in the middle of the road, the channel and the cave.
At this time, the gentle smile that had been on Daohang’s face all day long was gone, and she was glaring at the woman standing in front of him. The woman was about fifteen or sixteen years old, all in white, with long hair and shawls. Silver ribbon, willow eyebrows like distant mountains, a pair of star eyes are like stars like a bright moon. But at this time, it was covered with mist, the jade cheeks were reddish, and the crimson lips were biting lightly, but the star pupils stubbornly looked at Daohang Daohang, not letting the tears rolling in his eyes fall.
"I said, you are not allowed to go, but you are not allowed to go. No reason." Dao Hang flicked his sleeves and turned around. Turn your back to the girl.
"The disciple has been practicing with the master for so many years, and now there is a condensing period of Dzogchen, and I have learned a lot of the master's magical powers, why not let the disciple go?" The girl Zhu Wei slightly frowned, and her crimson lips trembled lightly.
"You, you, you will understand how you say it. The secret realm of the "Lingxu" participating in this time is only the inner disciples with poor aptitude, and will not let the direct disciples go. If you go here, there will be risks. Daohangdao turned around and shouted to the girl.
The girl raised her head slightly, her starry eyes firmly looked at Daohang Daohang, and said: "Master said that the practice itself is going against the sky. In addition to the cultivation level, do you need to understand the way of heaven through experience? Now Why not go to the disciples?"
"This..." Dao Hang was speechless for a while, his sleeves flung out again, turned around again, turned his back to the girl, and said: "No matter what you say, I won't let you go this time, you If you want to experience it, I will arrange it separately."
"Master! Just let me go." The girl looked anxious, stomped her lotus feet, and yelled defiantly.
"Okay, don't say any more. You go back." Dao Hang waved his hand and said.
"Yes, Master." Seeing that Daohang's heart has been determined, the girl's Zhu lips pursed slightly, and said goodbye to Daohang, and said in her heart: "Hmph, you don't let me go, I will find a way." After speaking, he turned around, moved his lotus feet lightly and walked out of the cave.
When she walked out of the Dongfu, Daohangzhen talent slowly turned around and shook his head. It took a long time before a light sigh came out.
The head of the heavy machine live in the cave.
The three people in purple clothes stood in front of the heavy machine real person at this time, and the whole body exuded the aura of the condensing period of great perfection. With eyes flickering, revealing a strong will to fight, the three of them kept pleading with the real person of the heavy machine.
The real heavy machine was expressionless, waving his sleeves and interrupting the three people's words, so that the three of them immediately retreat to practice and prepare to build the foundation. This matter is not allowed to be asked again.
The same situation occurs frequently in the cave houses of the major elders in Yunhe Gate.
Since Mo Bai entered the inner house, he had never left the door of the house, so he naturally didn't know what was going on inside the sect. He is still making flagpoles uninterruptedly, and his spiritual consciousness and the aura in his body have been tempered over and over again. This laid a good foundation for him to enter the base building period.
Feeling the aura in his body getting more and more condensed, a trace of joy appeared on Mo Bai's face. Putting away the fingerprints, stood up from the grass. He twisted his neck, put away a dozen flagpoles beside him, and entered the storage ring in his hand. Walked to the door of the house.
Opening the door of the house from inside, Mo Bai walked out of the house. At this time, it was already nightfall, and the shining starlight in the sky, accompanied by that round of crescent moon, quietly looked at Mo Bai.
Yunmengshan’s night is so quiet, not far away, from time to time there are screams of insects. A gust of mountain breeze blew slightly, flicking Mo Bai's handsome face, and his long dark hair fluttered slightly with the mountain breeze.
Mo Bai liked this tranquility. But my heart trembled slightly. I couldn't help but remember that it was also on this same quiet night that a sudden change caused him to separate from his senior sister Mo Yan'er. His heart is still the same, but where is Yi Ren
"Senior Sister, where are you?" Mo Bai looked at the starry sky in a daze, muttering in a low voice. After a while, Mo Bai shook his head and returned his eyes from the distant starry sky. He stretched his right hand forward, and the sound transmission note Ma Wuqiao gave him quietly lay on the palm of his hand.
"Didn't you say that you will contact me this month? It is now the end of the month, but there is no movement. I don't know what exactly he wants me to do?" Mo Bai said in a low voice while looking at the sound transmission note in his hand.
As soon as his voice fell, the sound transmission note on his palm lit up. Mo Bai was taken aback for a moment, and said in his heart: "It won't be so coincidental."
"You, come up to Zongmen Yunwu Peak at noon tomorrow. I have something to order." Ma Wuqiao's cold voice came from the sound transmission note. After speaking, the sound transmission talisman ignited in Mo Bai's hand. After a while, only a handful of charcoal was left, which was blown away by the mountain wind.
"Is it tomorrow noon?" Mo Bai touched his nose, muttered in a low voice, then turned around and walked back to the house, closing the door of the house.
At noon on the second day, Mo Bai came to the Zifeng Yunwu Peak of Yunmeng Mountain. As the sub-peak of Yunmeng Mountain, Yunwu Peak is slightly thinner than the gap between the peaks and nestles beside Yunmeng Mountain like a son. Thousands of years ago, the top of Yunwu Peak was used by the seniors of Yunhemen with great supernatural powers to flatten the top of the mountain and form a large platform of thousands of meters.
There are eight huge white jade stones erected around the large platform, densely engraved with array patterns.
Entering this place, a majestic breath slowly radiated from the eight pieces of white jade. As soon as this breath appeared, it immediately transformed into a monstrous killing intent, chilling and intriguing.
A dozen disciples in inner costumes were already standing on the huge platform, waiting there. Ma Wuqiao stood in front of the disciples and scanned them coldly.
"You stand over." Seeing Mo Bai coming over, Ma Wuqiao pointed at the disciples standing in front of him and said to Mo Bai. Mo Bai walked behind the disciples, and after standing still, he looked at the disciples around him who were eager to try. He didn't feel a little puzzled in his heart.
"What the hell is this going to do?" Mo Bai thought, suddenly smelling a faint fragrance from the disciple next to him. Unconsciously cast his gaze on the disciple who was not far away from him. The disciple was small in stature, dressed in the costume of a disciple of the inner sect of the sect, without a gray storage bag around his waist, which was not much different from the ordinary disciple of the inner sect of the sect. But he felt awkward no matter how he looked at it, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
He shook his head, just about to take his gaze back, the disciple seemed to feel his gaze, suddenly turned his head, his gaze was like electricity, and he glanced at Mo Bai coldly. Mo Bai couldn't help but turn his head quickly. Aside. The disciple turned his head with a stubble face, thick eyebrows and apricot eyes with a slight contempt.
Mo Bai just turned his gaze to Ma Wuqiao who was standing in front of him. Suddenly, a ray of light fell from the clearing of the platform behind him. A purple-clothed disciple came straight to the crowd.
"Zhao Yuan, what are you doing here? Didn't the real headman explain to you?" Ma Wuqiao saw the purple-clothed disciple appearing on the platform. He immediately greeted him and shouted sharply.
Zhao Yuan, about twenty-two years old, has a pale face and beautiful eyes. He was accepted as a direct disciple by the real head of the family since he was a child. Now it is the condensing period of Dzogchen.
The disciples turned around and turned their attention to the purple-clothed disciple Zhao Yuan in front of them. Zhao Yuan walked two steps quickly, walked in front of Ma Wuqiao, and said, "Uncle Ma, I have to go too, so I am not afraid of the people of Shuiyunmen and Di Xingzong."
"Naughty, the headmaster has made arrangements for a long time, you go back now to plead with the headmaster." Ma Wuqiao frowned, his face gloomy, and shouted in a low voice.
Ma Wuqiao had a headache. This Zhao Yuan was a direct disciple of the real head, with excellent spiritual root aptitude and rapid progress in his practice. We will soon enter the base building period, and of course the real head will not let Zhao Yuan take risks at this time. But this Zhao Yuan actually violated the orders of the real head, and wanted to join in privately.
"Why can they go, but I just can't." Zhao Yuan pointed in the direction of the disciples, and pointed his finger at Mo Bai.
Mo Bai was also quite surprised. What kind of action was this time involving so many disciples, and even the direct disciples of the elders were vying to join.
"This is what the headmaster meant. I'm just a deacon. If you want to ask, just ask the headmaster. Besides, the staff here is full and you don't need you." Ma Wuqiao felt a little annoyed in his heart. After removing his sleeves, he turned and walked towards the disciples.
"In that case, I can't hurt one person, and that place is mine." Zhao Yuan saw Ma Wuqiao turn around and leave, his face changed slightly, and he immediately made up his mind.
"Okay, okay. Do you dare to try, I will see how the head master will deal with you." Ma Wuqiao heard Zhao Yuan's words, turned around, looked at him with a gloomy face, sneered a few times, and said.
"You don't dare to treat me!?" Zhao Yuan's expression changed slightly. As soon as he gritted his teeth, his eyes flickered, and a war intent suddenly rose from him. His gaze swept over the disciples, and finally locked onto Mo Bai, who was closest to him.
"Junior Brother, I'm sorry, only wronged you." Zhao Yuan pinched Fajue with his hands, a big hand changed, and he grabbed it towards Mo Bai.
Seeing that Zhao Yuan said to do it, the disciples hurried back, not wanting to be affected by Chi Yu. Looking at the big hand grabbed from him in the middle of the sky, Mo Bai was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Zhao Yuan would dare to move his hands here without putting Ma Wuqiao in his eyes.
Mo Bai's expression moved, his sleeves flicked forward, and a gust of wind blew, and the big hand that Zhao Yuan had changed was directly blown away.
"See if you still have some abilities, come again." Seeing Mo Bai destroying his spell so easily, Zhao Yuan's expression remained as usual, and he immediately changed the law decision. A flying sword flew out of the storage bag, and with a flick of the big sleeve, the flying sword suddenly turned into a white dragon, spinning around in midair, and hitting Mo Bai with lightning speed.
Mo Bai frowned slightly, and said to his heart, how could this person be so unsure of good or bad, the corner of his eyes glanced at Ma Wuqiao. Seeing his expression as usual, there is no intention to stop him. Thoughts flashed through my mind like lightning. That being the case, it's no fault of me.
Mobai's sleeves flicked forward, and a white light slammed into the spur of the white dragon. "Ding!" The sound of gold and iron intersecting loudly sounded abruptly in the air and continued for a long time.
I have to say that although Mo ● Bai and Zhao Yuan are both in the condensing period of Dzogchen, their cultivation bases are equal. But Mo Bai has been continuously compressing and condensing his spiritual energy this month, and now it has been well verified. The match between him and Zhao Yuan didn't take much effort.
"Good skill." Zhao Yuan saw the two flying swords in mid-air fighting equally, and his expression was a bit anxious. He shouted, his right tactics changed, and another flying sword flew out of the storage bag towards The flying sword flew away in mid-air.
The more artifacts used at the same time, the higher the requirements for divine consciousness. As a real disciple of the head, this is of course not a problem. What he wants is that Mo Bai retreats when he sees difficulties.
Mo Bai smiled slightly, after marking the flagpoles this month, the most beneficial thing for him is the divine consciousness. The scope of his divine sense detection is now a full dozens of feet longer than before he hadn't been tempered.
Feijian, Mo Bai has a few, not to mention the few spiritual tools in the storage ring of the Danjie monk Mu Wei. It was he who got Cui and Huang in the valley, there were two flying swords. What's more, the storage bag of the Shuiyunmen disciple he killed fell into his hands.
As the light flashed from Mo Bai's hand, a silver light flew in midair. The loud sound of the intersection of gold and iron suddenly became dense. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)