Tian Yunzi preached once every 10,000 years. Every time he preached, the duration is uncertain. Everyone who comes to hear the preaching has great opportunities. This is the Tian Yunxing star. Since Tian Yunzi became a Taoist, it is very unique. Event.
From all directions, people who come here to celebrate birthdays, not many of them have great magical powers, but even they will listen to them and imprint them on the day of the preaching of Tianyunzi.
In the early morning of this day, the direct disciples of the Seven Sects of Tianyunzong, Chizong, Chizong, Chizong, and Chizong.
There are seven disciples in Chizong’s line. There is no shortage of one of them. They are all dressed in red, with golden dragon embroidery on the cuffs, and a river of warm jade around their waists. Open up, towards the head of the Heavenly Fate Sect, worship!
The Chi Sect moved, followed by the Orange Sect. The Orange Sect was also composed of seven people, dressed in orange, flying out together, after the Red Line, worship!
Next, there are four yellow, green, and blue sects. After these six have all appeared, it is the turn of the purple sect. After all, the purple line is the weakest existence in the heavenly fate sect.
Above Zi Zong, only three changhong flew out and landed on the side of the sky.
The gazes of the other six disciples appeared in succession, including indifference, disdain, and sarcasm. The various gazes intertwined, as if a sharp sword fell on the three of them.
Bai Wei's expression remained as usual, and she had obviously been used to it a long time ago.
As for the four senior elder sisters, her complexion was sullen, she bit her lower lip and said nothing.
Sanlin stood there, his face was plain, and he glanced at the other six disciples with cold eyes. He looked at the six disciples one by one.
Six disciples, he only knew three people. One of them was Sima Rufeng, who was ranked third in the Blue Sect. This person's cultivation reached the Great Perfection of Infant, and he was only a short distance away from aspiration!
Another person was the man surnamed Qingzong Wang. This person still had a cold face. Seeing Wang Lin's eyes, a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes. This person's cultivation level surpassed Sima Rufeng, and half of his foot had already stepped into the aspiration.
In addition to these two people, there is one other person, Wang Lin Wangzhi is very familiar, this person is the middle-aged man who used evil spirits and blood crystals in the battle against the tiger in the immortal world.
At that time, this person's cultivation level had not yet reached the Yingbian change, but at this moment, he has reached the late Yingbian stage. This person is standing in the fourth place in the line of the Orange Sect. At this moment, his eyes are also looking at Wang Lin.
At the moment when the two eyes met, this person's eyes appeared in a daze, as if he recognized Wang Lin's identity, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Wang Lin took a deep breath. He didn't know the Heavenly Fate Sect back then. With contact at this moment, he can definitely leave. This person must have hidden his cultivation in the immortal world back then!
Even looking at it now, Wang Lin is still suspicious, this person still hides his cultivation base, but his cultivation base differs too much, so I can't see it.
Wang Lin looked at the other six disciples one by one, and he couldn't see the depth of cultivation for more than half of them. Even if he saw some clues, Wang Lin guessed it was the illusion after the other party was hidden.
"On this day's Fortune Sect, it is indeed only this disciple who is really strong. In addition to my Purple Element, any element is enough to sweep Suzaku Star. Even if Suzaku has a title seal, I am afraid it will be invincible."
Wang Lin looked as usual, but his heart was gloomy.
After the arrival of all the disciples of the seven lines, immediately followed by the ordinary disciples of the seven lines. Not all of these disciples are qualified to hear the Tao, but those who are talented and intelligent, or those with advanced cultivation levels, are qualified. Smell it up close.
But seeing ordinary disciples of the seven elements, one after another flying out from the seven sects, standing behind the disciples of the Tianyun children of this sect, densely formed into fans.
In this way, the strength and weakness can be seen at a glance. Among the seven sects, Chizong is the strongest, and even the ordinary disciples behind him are numerous.
As for the Zizong disciple behind Wang Lin, he was obviously far behind.
"Lao Qi can see the decline of my Zi Sect!" Wang Lin sighed, and the voice of the Fourth Senior Sister heard in his ear.
He was silent for a while, nodded, and said in a voice transmission: "The purple line is one vein, which is too different from the other six."
"Do you know why?" Senior Sister Si sighed lightly and said.
"Please speak!" Wang Lin looked calm.
"Because I have a purple line, and there are too many internal fights. The most important thing is the title of the Seventh Son of Fortune, which is changed too frequently. Unlike several other cases, the Seven Sons of Fortune of Heaven exist for a thousand years. In this way, I have a purple line. , Naturally gradually declined, and there is no longer the power and prestige of Junior Brother Sun Yun when he was there." The fourth senior sister sighed bitterly and stopped talking.
After the seven ordinary disciples appeared one after another, next, on the periphery, it was the people who celebrated the birthday. These people, when they heard the Tao, regardless of their status, regardless of the level of cultivation, all those who celebrated the birthday It can be heard here.
Gradually, as more and more people appeared, within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, almost all monks were densely packed.
After a short while, more and more people came. Wang Lin looked at it and couldn’t tell how many people there were. This was the first time that Tianyunzi’s position in the Tianyun Sect. Wang Lin looked at it from the side. Thoroughly.
Not long ago, at the head of the Heavenly Fate Sect, a colorful light suddenly appeared, drew an arc, and landed directly on the seven disciples. Then, an old man in white appeared slowly. , Step by step, walking slowly under the colorful rainbow.
At this moment, the Qimai direct disciples worshipped almost at the same time, saying in unison: "See Master!"
Wang Lin follows others respectfully.
Behind them, there are the ordinary disciples of the Seven Elements, they are numerous, and they rise in unison at this moment, like thunder, piercing through the world, shaking nothingness.
"See the ancestor!"
Later, there were birthday worshippers from the periphery. Among these people, there were those who worshipped loudly and nodded.
The old man seemed to be slow, but in reality it was between three breaths. He came to the void and looked at the surrounding monks. The old man smiled and said plainly: "The old man, fortune-telling son, with his long-term cultivation, he has a sense of heaven. Today, I will take some insights from the old man and share it with the fellow Taoists. The old man’s way is to believe in the destiny of heaven. If there is any fallacy, I hope to forgive me!"
Having said this, he paused for a while, raised his head to look at nothingness, with a peaceful look on his face, and smiled: "But before that, let's ask an old friend from the Cultivation Alliance to come out for a story!"
As soon as Tian Yunzi said this, the surrounding area was quiet, and all the monks raised their heads to look at the nothingness above Tian Yunzi. Those with great magical powers immediately settled and concentrated, without turning their eyes, with surprise in their eyes.
A long laugh that seemed to come from nothingness suddenly echoed in the silent sky.
When I asked this, I saw that within tens of thousands of miles in the sky, golden rays of light suddenly appeared. The moment the golden light appeared, it crazily condensed towards a position.
With the movement of the golden light, the entire sky looked like a huge formation, and this formation was not static, but was rapidly rotating and shrinking rapidly.
In the end, when all the golden lights were condensed together, at this moment, the sun lost its color, and the sky, the earth, everything was dimmed, and the whole, in the world, only the golden light was left.
In this golden light, one person gradually walked out. This person has long hair and floats behind him. There is no wind. He is a burly figure, standing there, like a war fairy.
He is about 40 years old, his face is strong, his eyes are like lightning, which makes people look at him, and his heart is shaken.
He stood there, where all the majesty lies.
Among the cultivators around, there are many people with high cultivation bases, but even these high cultivation bases can't help but lower their heads after seeing this person's gaze.
This person is wearing a purple robe, with a three-eyed purple move lying on his shoulders. The purple move's gaze is also like electricity, and when he sweeps, it reveals an indifferent color.
Tian Yunzi looked as usual. After seeing the middle-aged man, he smiled slightly and said, "It turns out that it is Elder Sun, Tian Yunzi, met Elder Sun! I didn’t expect Elder Sun to come here in person because of the trivial matter of the old man’s birthday banquet. To the end."
Tianyunzi said respectfully, but his body remained motionless, obviously just being polite.
The middle-aged man didn't mind. After he walked out of the golden light, he patted his right hand backwards, like an understatement. The golden light behind him was confused and gloomy, and finally turned into a golden flying sword and was grabbed by this person.
"Boss Tianyun, you have a 10,000-year birthday, how can the old man not come!" The middle-aged man laughed, flicked his right hand, and flew to Tianyunzi immediately.
"I’m here in a hurry, no courtesy. This flying sword is a middle-to-high-grade fairy tool. It has been condensed by me for thousands of years. At last it still has some power. I know that you like seven colors. This golden sword... is also a yellow awn. It should fit your mind!"
Tian Yunzi smiled slightly, took Feijian, and threw it to the first person in the line of the Huang Family, and said, "Kun Pengzi, this sword, I will give you this!"
The Kun Pengzi in the yellow line trembles when he hears this, and immediately takes the sword. He is extremely excited, and respectfully said: "Thank you, Master!"
The middle-aged man shook his head slightly, and said with a wry smile: "Your temper has not changed!"
Tian Yunzi smiled, no longer words, but glances away. Looking around, the monk slowly said: "The old man preaches, he is talking about the way of heaven. Fellow Daoists, if you have different speeches, you can It was raised on the spot, you and I will confirm the Taoism together!"
With that said, Tian Yunzi flicked his sleeves and sat down cross-legged. The moment he sat down, a cloud of auspicious clouds appeared under him.
The middle-aged man from the Cultivation Alliance also sat cross-legged, looking at Tian Yunzi carefully, ready to hear it. As for the three-eyed mink on his shoulder, it flew out from his shoulder in a flash, its speed was countless times faster than that of lightning, and disappeared without a shadow in a flash.
The pupils in Wang Lin's eyes shrank. At this speed, I am afraid that only the scimitar's full strength can be compared with one!
While he was thinking, his shoulder suddenly sank, but when he saw the three-eyed mink, he actually stood on his shoulder at some unknown time, Wang Lin looked sideways, and the little mink was also looking towards Wang Lin.