The aura of the entire Sanyue Mountain began to roll wildly, and the secret realm supported by aura in the west seat collapsed into a pot of porridge, and the immortals on the mountainside flew out with their swords.
The grandson of Emperor Bing was carried out on a shelf—Xu Rucheng thought it was unnecessary for this. With the size of this emperor’s grandson, it was enough to wrap it in a roll and pinch it under the armpit—there were two thin-skinned and tender flesh beside him. The maid's lips were bruised and her face was pale, and one had to fan him, and the other stuffed elixir into the mouth of the rolling eyes of the emperor's grandson.
But at this moment, Xu Rucheng has no time to be proud that he is about to become a "widow".
Reiki is like water, sweet rain can nourish all things, and it is not a good feeling to be submerged by the flood that bursts the embankment. The overflowing aura of Sanyue Mountain was a disaster, congested in the meridian that was not wide enough for the half-immortal, Xu Rucheng felt like a piece of cake soaked in water, blocked by the aura falling in the seven orifices, he was almost out of breath.
At this time, a small porcelain vase flew into his arms, and the "reticent" young master fell beside him.
"this is… "
"Shu Qi Pill can seal your spirit orifice for a while," said "Young Master Biao", "don't rush to eat it, if you really can't hold on anymore, refining your spirit bones here is equivalent to twenty years in the mortal world, and there is nowhere to find them again." This opportunity."
"Thank you, senior." Xu Rucheng panted heavily, and he really didn't want to take the pill, "Is Xuanyin Mountain like this? I... I now think that the price of Lingshi's market price of one hundred taels of gold is a joke."
"Xuanyin? It's not comparable." Xi Ping stood with his hands behind his back in the skin of a beautiful girl, and a torrent of tyrannical spiritual energy swayed his skirt, "There is only one Sanyue Mountain in the world, so you know why the Sanyue Palm Is the door the closest person in the world to the full moon?"
Xu Rucheng: "Senior, what should we do now? The people from the inner sect haven't arrived yet, do you have any orders from the Lord and Mr. Bai?"
"What order are you waiting for? Don't miss this opportunity. If you miss it, it won't come again." Xi Ping quickly ordered, "Sanyue Mountain is full of magical circles. The bird came in and flapped its wings to remember ten thousand years. Now the Zhenshan formation is in turmoil. Everyone is running around, what are you waiting for if you don't take advantage of it now? How can you find such an opportunity to fish in troubled waters? Prepare to meet other Lu Wu, and take advantage of the chaos to record various checkpoints... The identity of this great beauty is also given to you."
Xu Rucheng: "Huh? Record..."
Xi Ping: "Resell the other three fairy mountains at a high price in the future, silly treasure!"
Xu Rucheng: "..."
Wait, why does this cheap swish tone sound so familiar? Did the steady and silent senior change secretly? !
Xi Ping laughed, and disappeared into the spiritual tide in a flash.
Except for Tao County, the movement of Sanyue Mountain disturbed the whole of Western Chu, and the four regions were in turmoil. The water of the Xia River suddenly rose and hit the border inscription of Dawan and Yuzhou. The local Tianji Pavilion and Kaiming Division immediately became nervous.
Zhou Ying reached out and took out the Reincarnation Wood from the mustard seeds: "I asked you to withdraw from Sanyue Mountain, did you withdraw?"
"Withdrawn," Xi Ping replied happily, and learned the task assigned to Xu Rucheng just now, "The identity is also given to Lu Wu, is that okay, third brother?"
You bastard, open your eyes and talk nonsense! If he really withdrew by himself, it would be impossible to let Lu Wu in!
Zhou Ying's veins twitched: "Where are you?"
As soon as Xi Ping raised his hand, the aura wrapped him up, sticking to him like a film, and he jumped into the lotus pond in the backyard.
A slender dark red lotus root belt protruded from the mud of the lotus pond, wrapped around his wrist, and pulled him down violently. A large group of dark red lotus root belts spewed out like an explosion from the bottom of the pool, rolling up Xi Ping airtightly, as if he was swallowed by dense lotus roots!
At the same time, Elder Xuan Wu didn't bother with the cracked mountain formation, he went directly to the main peak of the Three Mountains.
The violent spiritual energy shattered Xuan Wu's hair crown, and he walked through the thunder, his long snow-white hair seemed to be integrated with the electric light, but the white paper mask on his face remained motionless, as if it was stuck on his face.
The huge silver moon swallowed his shadow, followed him slowly from the east seat to the middle seat.
With a loud bang, half of the top of the main peak collapsed suddenly, and the huge Bailing stone sculptures more than ten feet high crashed on the tower below, and the gold-plated tower tip rolled down together with the dust. The cold white light of the silver moon shone on the statue of Emperor Xuan on the main peak, and the light and shadow on the solemn and thin face of the founder of Sanyue Kaishan suddenly deepened, and there seemed to be a mocking smile for no reason.
"Disciple Xuan Wu, please greet the sect master brother."
As soon as Xuan Wu opened his mouth, he forcibly interrupted the continuous muffled thunder. His calm voice echoed throughout Sanyue Mountain. Where the sound waves landed, he forcibly suppressed the turbulent aura.
He asked three times in a row, and the turbulent Lingshan quieted down, and the congested spiritual energy flowed to the damaged magic circles everywhere along with his voice, and the magic circles began to repair themselves.
Xi Pingyilin, who quietly fell into the lotus pond of the main peak—Xuanwu’s cultivation level is not inferior to Xuanyin, Siming, Sixing and others... But Zhuoming didn’t say that he used half of his true energy to tie his disciple to the silver moon wheel
For a long time, Xuan Wu gave people a feeling of being too ambitious, simple and rude in dealing with things, without the power of a perfect Dao Xin, the kind of immortal energy that can break through the world, mountains and seas - he went to the world twice in half a year , It sounds like a drop in price, if this matter were replaced by Si Ming and Si Xing elders, it would be unimaginable, so that Xi Ping always thought that he was not as good as Zhao Yin.
But these three times please An directly poured cold water on him.
How could the white hair of this opera be so strong
"Because the Dao heart is much more complicated than you imagined, what do you think the Dao heart is? Benevolence, propriety, wisdom, faith, family and country righteousness?" Zhou Ying's voice sounded in his ears, "Sanyue Lingshan has been different from Xuanyin since the day it was completed. , Lingshan determines the geography of mountains and rivers, and then determines the country and system, affecting the direction of the whole sect's Taoism. You have not studied hard since you were a child, and you know how to be clever, so why don't you get out of here!"
That's right, Xi Ping suddenly realized that Wan pays attention to "subtlety" and "balance", and takes "self-denial and abstinence" as the principle. Therefore, the punishment is cautious, the etiquette is prudent, and the command is not easy to pry.
The typical monks in the Chu region are like Yu Chang, fighting for fate with the heavens and refusing to accept until death.
Xi Ping was born in Jinping, even if he is a dandy spoiled by his family, he is a Wan person at heart, and naturally has many dislikes for the Chu people's style - but when he thinks about it, why can't the cicadas have ambitions? Aggressiveness violated the rules of heaven
Why can't the cicada slough run to the world? Is joining the WTO more despicable than avoiding the mundane world
Xuanwu is simple and rude, and only calculates the overall gains and losses, that's because Xiang's sea-settling needle can suppress all turmoil.
"Third Brother, do you know what the most useful lesson the people of Chu taught me is?" Xi Ping wiped off the beauty's face with a wave of his hand, and when he turned around, he became an ordinary mid-level low-level disciple. Yueshan's magic circle was not repaired, and it slipped in like smoke, "Practice is not sailing against the current, but climbing up the cliffs and waterfalls, putting all your eggs in one basket, and doing everything you can if you have a chance, regardless of whether your posture is good or not."
Zhou Ying: "..."
The wild dog said that he wanted to learn how to play wild with the wild boar.
"Xi Shiyong," Zhou Ying's voice sank, "Aren't you afraid that I will write a letter to the Hou Mansion to let your parents know what crazy things you have done outside?"
Xi Ping wanted to laugh a little in the imminent crisis, thinking that this man hadn't even dared to go to the door of the Hou's family for several years, so what's the point of bragging. He has no weakness in front of the third brother, the weakness is all on His Highness's chest.
However, in order not to anger Zhou Ying, he still acted fearlessly without sincerity: "Third Brother, don't! I'll listen to me, I'll listen to whatever you say, wait for me..."
Before he was finished, he heard a loud noise, and Xuanwu wanted to forcefully break through the inscription of the Immortal Palace on the top of the mountain to enter. At the same time, a hostile aura rushed out from the Immortal Palace, and the two sides collided, causing the main peak in the middle of the three mountains to shake. Click!
Immediately afterwards, a huge figure seemed to float out of the ground, stretching for dozens of miles, covering most of the Sanyue Mountain Range, and an indescribable sense of oppression hit his head. Became a little ant.
From the depths of the huge figure, a person came out.
With the eyesight of a monk, he could see the top of the mountain clearly from the foot of the mountain, but when the man came out, everyone including Xi Ping subconsciously looked away.
As if staring at him would explode his eyeballs.
But Xi Ping only moved away for a moment, and the next moment, he kicked away his instinct and stubbornly looked away.
Xiang Rong, the head of Sanyue Mountain, is said to be the direct disciple of Emperor Xuan, and the man closest to Yueman in the world today. I saw that he was about the same stature as Xuan Wu, with gray temples, but his face was only in his 20s or 30s. His narrow face and bony bones were typical Chu people's appearance, and the pupils of his eyes almost merged with the whites of his eyes.
Xuan Wu was under the coercion of the giant figure, and the five sense organs on the white paper mask had not moved. He faced the visitor with a false face, and calmly greeted the visitor for the fourth time: "Disciple Xuan Wu, please Ann, senior brother in charge."
Xi Ping suddenly had a bad feeling, and immediately sent a letter to Lu Wu: "Yu Jian, don't fall to the ground."
"Well." The next moment, Xiang Rong opened his mouth, but it was not from his throat, but from the entire Sanyue Mountain Range, "Thank you for your greetings. I didn't do what you wanted. I exploded and died during the retreat."
Every time he said a word, the tremors on the mountain wall and the ground were superimposed, directly resonating the meridians and internal organs of the people on the ground.
After Xiang Rong finished speaking, many disciples with lower cultivation bases in Zhongzuo had already fainted from the shock injury - the threshold of Zhongzuo is Foundation Establishment!
Xuan Wu seemed to look down, the silver moon wheel slowly approached, the moonlight shone on the giant's shadow, and the giant's chest seemed to be missing a piece.
"What do you mean by Sect Leader?" Xuan Wu opened his mouth to suppress the tremors of the mountain, and said in a volume that could be heard by the entire Dongheng, "Two hundred years ago, the senior brother of the Sect Leader went into seclusion, and the disciple followed the Sect Leader's order to take care of Sanyue. Xing Yemei, I don't care about my own practice, I only hope that the master will win the championship and the moon will be full, and soon... "
"The hypocrisy is extreme!"
Xiang Rong didn't even say hello, and suddenly made an attack, and a huge inscription appeared in the sky.
At the same time, an identical inscription appeared on Xuan Wu's body, his whole body was like a drained dough bag, quickly shrunk and deformed, his bones and flesh collapsed into the shape of the inscription, and was grabbed by Xiang Rong palm.
The next moment, Xiang Rong let go of his hand, but there was only a smoke in his palm.
Xuanwu appeared a foot away from the Immortal Palace out of nowhere: "Senior Brother Sect Leader, have you lost your temper?"
When everyone in Sanyue heard this, they were in an uproar.
At this time, Xiang Ning, the elder of the west seat, tidied up the west seat in a hurry, and said from a distance: "The head of the sect must have retreated to a critical moment, and was affected by the abnormal movement of the blood moon and silver moon wheel, and his true energy went astray for a while! Senior Brother Xuanwu, Senior Brother Sect Leader trusts you the most, even the Yinyue Wheel and Sanyue Mountain were entrusted to you during the retreat, what should we do?"
Hanging his mouth painted in a paper mask, he pursed his lips, cursing inwardly: Xi Zuo, a living waste who relies on his family background to mix with cicada sloughs, is not good at doing things, but he is good at applying eye medicine.
As soon as these words came out, he had to take on this crazy head today.
The sect leader beat him to death because he was "bewildered by the blood moon, and his true energy went astray", and he came back after the first seven days to "regret it". But if he wants to do something to the head, then he will confirm Xiang Rong's crazy words: the head is either crazy, or he is hanging by him without harm. He will either die today or be ruined.
No wonder Xiang Rongxuan went mad at this juncture... At this moment
Xuan Wu dodged Xiang Rong's blow in a little embarrassment, and suddenly turned to look at the silver moon wheel.
A blurred, smiling face flashed past on the silver moon.
Wait, Zhuo Ming told him that the head of the sect was declining day by day, and that he was about to go mad; the blood moon pointed to the earthquake in the Northwest Mianlonghai, and Yu Changsheng's spirit was also interpreted by Zhuo Ming—but in fact, the silver moon wheel, as the "moon on the ground", has a certain degree of The sky can affect the sky and the moon.
This bastard who deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors really thought his wings were stiff!
"Brother Sect Leader, you and I have been brothers since Lingshan, and we have never been divorced. How could you have misunderstood me after two hundred years of separation?" Xuan Wu figured out and "scattered", transforming into dozens of hundreds of people. A clone, the clone is still replicating, the sky is full of snow-white figures flying up and down, and the middle seat of the three mountains seems to be foggy, "I can't absolve myself of the blame, after helping you expel the demons, please seal the east seat for five hundred years. "
Xiang Rong ignored it, and let out a low drink, the magic circle all over the mountain turned with his heart, and a strong wind blew up "Xuanwu Mist", pointing directly at Xuanwu's real body!
The next moment, Xuan Wu's real body and all the clones disappeared out of thin air, and Xiang Rong faced the huge silver moon wheel. Such an elder Xuan Wu, in the blink of an eye, weaved an illusion that dragged the peak of the cicada into it.
The head of Sanyue hit the Zhenshan artifact with a heavy blow.
In an instant, the entire Sanyue Mountain was as bright as day, and the few high-rise buildings on the middle mountainside that were close to each other turned into melted wax, deformed softly, and "flowed" down the mountain.
And the moon in the sky has disappeared behind the thick clouds.
Xuan Wu had just repaired a little bit of the magic circle, all collapsed, the disciples of the middle seat fled desperately, even the elders of the west seat huddled in the mountain guard formation of the west seat, not daring to move.
There was only a dandelion-like shadow, lightly slipping in from the shadows that the silver moon couldn't reach.
A few days ago, Zhuo Ming said to Xi Ping: "Even if the sect master is dying, Xuan Wu is not an opponent. At that time, my master's first reaction will be to use Yinyue Lun to deal with the sect master—Yinyue and I The wheel is symbiotic, there is half of Xuanwu's true essence around the body, under the silver moonlight, even the head of the sect can't distinguish things, he will recognize the half of the true essence as Xuanwu, and I will become the master's scapegoat. And the silver moon wheel It is the Zhenshan artifact, even if you kill the master on the spot, it can be said that it is Lingshan’s will and has nothing to do with him—the master’s confrontation with the Zhenshan artifact must be earth-shattering, and all the inscriptions in the middle seat will collapse. Do you dare to take advantage of it? At this time, sneak into the Immortal Palace where the master retreats in the battlefield of cicadas?"
A mortal dares to set fire to the demon vines in the Ascension Battlefield, a half-immortal dares to break his arm to interfere with an immortal weapon, and he is a peak foundation-building skilled worker, what dare not
Xi Ping said, "Don't talk nonsense, map."
Zhuo Ming then drew a three-dimensional map of the secret realms and passages of the entire middle seat, and entered it into Xi Ping's consciousness: "Remember, when the time comes, Xuan Wu will hide in the dark, so as not to be discovered by him, you must not use it Reiki, you can't control the sword - with your half-step spiritual body, it only takes a moment to climb to the top of the mountain, and half of my master's real energy can last for a while. The coercion of the cicada battlefield is beyond your imagination, low-level monk If you can be driven crazy, the many inscription circles on the way will be fascinating, you will seal your five senses and restrain your senses, don't listen to anything, don't look at anything, and let your spirit lead you to walk the map."
Xi Ping didn't have a sword, but he didn't listen to Zhuo Ming's advice to close his five senses.
Not only did he not close it, he also watched all directions and listened to all directions, while passing the exquisite magic circle as far as he could see to Xi Yue, while facing the huge pressure when the cicadas were fighting against the Zhenshan artifact, he almost greedily captured the battlefield The details, how much can be interpreted.
Xu Rucheng was not willing to take Qi Shu Dan, how could he be willing to close his eyes
At the same time, Xi Ping was also multi-tasking. While running towards the top of the mountain, he kept pressing some mud pellets made from green ore and low-grade bizhang slag into the cracks in the rock wall of the mountain.
He was so busy that the altar was in severe pain, blood and tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, and the Zhaoting buzzing on his altar kept beeping.
But this guy is like a vicious cat who goes to the house at the wrong eye. He is proud of being favored, and he doesn't remember to beat him. He has no shame or fear.
Following Zhou Ying, Zhi Xiu soon found out that warning him, scolding him and threatening him was useless.
The shards of Zhaoting blazed with sword light, enveloping Xi Ping's whole body, but was held down by Xi Ping's spiritual sense—this was the first time Xi Ping used his spiritual sense to resist. The lungs were giggling, the shattered and rebuilt consciousness was actually solid to such an extent.