Zhao Yin broke free from the thorns and flew towards the East China Sea regardless.
Impulse is actually similar to great joy and anger, it will not last very long, and the evil fire will pass when it passes. Zhao Yin may not have noticed something wrong with his thinking: Even if Zhang Jue was in the way of Zhixiu and said everything he wanted to do to protect the descendants of their command line, Lin Zongyi should always be in favor of eliminating demons.
At the moment Jing Tiao joined him, he was still wondering, how did he stab those two people to face each other
However, some impulses are wrong words, just cross them out, and some impulses are like a manslaughter, who cannot be resurrected after death.
In front of the Thirty-Six Peaks, Zhao Yin wanted to move the tribulation bell but was blocked, and shouted the words "You two covet the main peak", and he was overwhelmed.
Those who oppress others with virtue have no virtue, and those who spit others with benevolence are despicable. If you accuse others of selfishness, you must be fascinated by selfishness.
So today he has to prove that there is a difference in the seal of magic, and he is right, otherwise he will be ruined with that sentence.
In an instant, Zhao Yin crossed the thirty-six peaks and arrived at the Qianxiu Temple at the junction of immortals and mortals.
The turmoil caused by the sage cicada is no small matter, and the vision of "dragon absorbing water" appeared in the place Zhao Yin passed by. The rice boys in the Qianxiu Temple who were routinely repairing the disciples' houses still kept working, and they had already separated their bodies and heads to the sky.
When Luo Qingshi heard the movement, he thought someone was messing around with talismans, and poked his head out of Qiankun Pagoda to curse, but he looked up and was shocked. Master Luo, who knows the current affairs, leapt and jumped off the chair. Before he landed, he had already got into the mustard seed of his body and rolled down the high stone steps in Qiankun Pagoda.
The next moment, there was only a soft scolding, and a bright long whip split the black cloud brought up by Zhao Yin, and it leaked like skylight.
The terrifying "sky light" swept away, Qiankun Pagoda of Qianxiu Temple was cut off by Li Feng, and the third-class inscription on the pagoda didn't even light up—Princess Duanrui has arrived!
"Fortunately, it rolled quickly... my grandma, why did you do it here?" Luo Qingshi, who is usually very knowledgeable, didn't dare to watch this time. The rice boy started running wildly.
Duan Rui didn't hold back, and came up with a killer move. When her natal "whip with no regrets" passed by, the green vegetation in Qianxiu Temple withered immediately, and half of the valley was filled with chill.
Zhao Yin was caught off guard, and was blocked by her whipping, and the two elders Si Xing and Si Ming behind him took the opportunity to catch up.
The eldest princess knew that no matter how she was the first person below the cicada shedding, she was also "below the cicada shedding", so she didn't try to be brave, she rolled up the whip without regret and walked away.
Zhao Yin yelled angrily, and the dragon under his feet sucked water and swept out of the Qianxiu Temple. The huge valley where the disciples broke their legs every year to catch up with the morning class was instantly covered by the ground.
In Zhang Jue's snow-white eyes, the pupils that were a layer whiter than the eyeballs shifted, and everyone in Qianxiu Temple and Xiangrui heard a soft "hum" in their ears, and even the wind froze.
At that moment, the people and things that were moving had no origin or destination, they were separated from their own cause and effect, and were randomly thrown everywhere—the stones that were rolling down went up to the sky, and the things that were blown up into the sky by the wind Half of Daotong's body is buried in the soil; Luo Qingshi and his bodyguard mustard seeds "fly away from each other" for no reason, and they are separated by more than ten feet in the blink of an eye; the figure of Princess Duanrui is moved out of thin air to the broken tower of Qiankun Tower Zhao Yin froze in the air—people on the ground almost had to bend their necks to see his huge robe sleeves, his figure was as large as Nanshan.
The mountain will collapse.
The sky thunder smashed the inscription on him like a tsunami, and Zhao Yin was thrown down from the clouds by the two elder cicadas, and the thorns were entangled, directly resisting Zhao Yin's eyebrows and spiritual platform.
Elder Si Li's cheeks were sunken, and his face had a terrifying old man's face. His eyes were tearing apart, and he stared at Duan Rui at the top of Qiankun Pagoda.
Under the pressure of the three cicada sloughs, Princess Duanrui's breath was quite unstable, but she was very stable. Rolling up the whip without regret, she nodded towards Lin Zongyi and Zhang Jue from a distance.
Zhou family...
Zhao Yin thought to himself: The Zhou family, which has been suppressed by Xianshan for thousands of years, is really a good way. While cultivating demons in Wuduhai, while retreating at Bitan Peak, immortals and demons are right on both sides. The four surnames in Xuanyin Mountain are for balance. For thousands of years, only the Zhou family has not had cicadas, but they have directly or indirectly pulled two cicada elders down from Lingshan within a generation. What a scheming!
After five years of growing up, the heart demon that had already taken root in his altar coveted Elder Chantui's Taoist heart, and gathered all the irrelevant coincidences in Zhao Yin's mind into a conspiracy. inside. The thorns against his altar turned black.
Without crossing the bottom of the sea, Zhou Ying came to the last pair of inscriptions that he broke the order. Xi Ping's voice was temporarily inaudible in his ears, so he took the opportunity to reach out and scratch the aura extended by the weak inscriptions, talking to himself As if, he whispered in an almost inaudible voice: "The tide is like the tide, and the notoriety that is washed away by force will be sunk on the beach of shame when the tide recedes."
The blood in Zhao Yin's eyes welled up—before the Great War of Gods and Demons, there were no spiritual mountains, no fairy gates, and of course there was no so-called "family protection". Depends on personal experience and qualifications.
Only Zhao Yin took a shortcut.
At that time, he was just a little enlightened half-immortal, stuck on the 200-year-old threshold, already showing signs of decline, his cultivation base still had no progress, and his hope became increasingly slim. One time when he went to sea to look for opportunities, he happened to be involved in a mighty battle. Zhao Yin escaped death, but his luck was not bad, and he survived the storm.
When he woke up, he found himself washed up on an unnamed island. With him is half a powerful corpse, and its intact natal artifact. Zhao Yin was very surprised, because at that time, few monks died easily, and it was very rare for people to have dead bodies, so he came forward to check out of curiosity.
Looking at it, he found that the natal magic weapon was like the most complete epitaph, faithfully engraving all the paths the master had traveled in his life—it was a polished and complete Dao heart!
Zhao Yin, who was struggling to find the threshold of foundation establishment, jumped up, thinking: Why can't someone else's Dao Xin be used
He also wants to find his own way, but the lifespan of a half-immortal is too limited, not much better than a mortal who lives and dies, and he is running out of time!
However, he survived and succeeded in establishing a foundation and becoming an immortal, but he also became the laughing stock of Taoism for a time.
All fellow Taoists know that his Dao heart is "stolen".
Now that thousands of years have passed, there is no such thing as "stealing the heart of the Tao" for a long time. It is taken for granted that inheriting the Dao heart from the elders or the deceased Da Neng, it is rare to find it by oneself... even a bit deviant.
For the Zhao family who first practiced this method, their forbearance at the beginning has been rewarded. They have changed from the laughingstock of the Taoist sect to the current Nanwan surname. Everyone scrambled to follow suit and dedicated themselves to the Zhao family.
But people's hearts are not duckweed, even if the wind direction changes, the deep-rooted shame will remain in place.
Even if the road he climbed was whitewashed as a fairy road reaching the sky, he couldn't fool himself who crawled up step by step—his Dao heart was stolen.
Elder Si Li's Dao Heart, which has been impregnable for thousands of years, cracked a crack, just like a thousand-mile long embankment that collapsed in an ant's nest.
Zhang Jue suddenly felt something, and cried out, "Si Li!"
Princess Duanrui avoided the Qiankun Pagoda without hesitation. At the same time, she threw out a huge mustard seed, enveloping herself and all the half-immortals in Qianxiu Temple.
The next moment, a huge impact hit the sky, Luo Qingshi and others didn't know what happened for a while, they only felt that the sky had collapsed.
The mustard seeds stretched out by the eldest princess with half-step cicada molting were shattered in one blow, and she knelt down on the ground, her posture was very unnatural—the spirit bone was broken!
But she couldn't care less.
Duan Rui hastily pinched her broken thoracic vertebrae and ribs with spiritual energy, turned her head away, her pupils constricted suddenly - it was a blast of wind that smashed her mustard seeds just now.
The elders Si Ming and Si Xing held Zhao Yin down, but did not hold down the aftermath of his shattered Dao heart. The dark wind rushed to the edge of the valley of Qianxiu Temple in a state of "dragon sucking water". Seeing that he was about to fly out with an irresolvable obsession... to the mortal world where dropping a brick could kill several lives!
Oops!
At this moment, there was only a "buzz", and the robbery bell hanging on the main peak of Xuanyin Mountain was hit by a sword energy with the meaning of frost and snow, which resounded through the thirty-six peaks.
The sound of the bell shattered most of the resentful "dragon sucking water" in an instant, and the gale that seemed to destroy the world immediately degraded and turned into an ordinary hurricane, pitifully and contemptuously heading east.
At the same time, the magic seal of the East China Sea returned to its place, and the excited demon species fell back into the abyss unwillingly. However, although the part of the inscription belonging to Zhao Yin was devoted to his duty, the surging spirituality suddenly became dull as if he had lost his master, and would only be wrapped up by the inscriptions of the other two, and it would operate mechanically.
Zhou Ying stretched out her hand, letting the light smoke of Wangchuan envelop him, and finally took a look in the direction of the reincarnation wood forest—if there was no chaos in the world, half-step spiritual ascension in the twenties would be shocking, and at this time it is considered a soldier If Yong was taken away by force, he would just be the next Qiu Sha to be wiped away by the Dao of Heaven.
not the right time yet…
At this time on Xuanyin Mountain, Wen Fei and Xi Ping who was hidden in Lin Chi's sleeve recognized the sword energy that struck the bell at the same time.
Xi Ping was pleasantly surprised: "Master!"
Wen Fei was so frightened that he dropped his folding fan.
Lin Chi hung his fan with Qingluan's tail quickly, and when he saw a pile of missing horizontal and vertical characters on it, he crawled over: I kneel down and Zhi Jingzhai for you! I asked you to take care of it, and I didn't ask you to come out to collect the stalls on the battlefield of cicadas! Jie Zhong pointed directly at the cicada, General Zhi, are you old Nan Sheng reincarnated? What kind of cultivation? This is, really using my full-level Zhenshan artifact that month...
As soon as the last scrambling and crawling characters were revealed, the messy characters on the fan suddenly stopped and then were erased.
Then a few words floated slowly on Wen Xianzun's special fan, which looked like a suicide note left by a dying person, trembling with each stroke.
The characters were almost falling apart, with only a few bones left, and the handwriting could be vaguely read: Master is here.
Lin Chi was slightly startled, Xi Ping in Reincarnation Wood seemed to have been swept by the thunderbolt above Xuanyin Mountain.
Only Wen Fei was baffled, thinking to himself who is he calling himself a master
It's over, it's all starting to talk nonsense.
Wen Fei took back his fan, and the three crooked characters immediately melted like snowflakes. The master of Jinxia Peak slapped Lin Chi anxiously, and turned his face on Lin Chi: Brother Lin, Zhao Ting, can you do anything
Lin Chi shook his head: "Zhaoting is one of the three famous swords in the world, and it is not so easy to repair. Besides, when Elder Zhang brought it back, one piece was missing. Sorry, I can't."
Xi Ping was trapped in the Reincarnating Wood and couldn't get a word in. Hearing this, he had a question on his head: Zhaoting is missing a piece, what's going on? The Great Elder Si Ming closed his eyes and felt blind all day long, didn't he pick up everything
No... no!
Just now I heard that on the folding fan of the Peak Master, the master was obviously talking to him.
But... the master was sent away before the seal of the East China Sea was released. He hadn't left Feiqiong Peak for five years, so he probably didn't know what happened after the third elder arrived.
According to common sense, if the fact that he received the inheritance of the demon god had not been exposed, he should have been thrown back to Xuanyin Mountain by the elders, and now he is just a small foundation building. On such an occasion, he would either be tucked into his sleeve by some great power, or he would hide himself well and dare not show his head. How could he watch the excitement around the masters of Shengling Peak... and pick these two who are the worst to fight
How did Master know he was here
Xi Ping suddenly remembered the blood on his third brother's hand, it didn't look like it was stained, but it looked like it was scratched by a sharp weapon—could it be that the broken photo court fragment was in his body? !
It was only then that Master was awakened by Master Wenfeng, if he hadn't persuaded the third brother...
At this time, I saw words on Wen Fei's fan: five years ago, he was seriously injured, lost his talisman, and was forced to go into seclusion. In five years, he may only have accumulated the strength of such a sword. He is dying!
Before Xi Ping finished reading, Wen Fei suddenly turned around and left.
"Wait! My master..." Xi Ping trembled in his heart, and hurriedly said to Lin Chi, "Master Lin Feng!"
Lin Chi was very understanding: "I'll take you there to have a look."
At this moment, Lin Zongyi's voice suddenly came from the sky above Xuanyin Thirty-six Peaks: "Si Li's Taoist heart is damaged. This matter is different. General Si Ming and I went down the mountain to have a look. Xuanyin Thirty-six Peaks closed the mountain gate."
Zhou Ying had just been taken out of the Wudu Sea by Wang Chuan, and before he left the East China Sea, he heard Xi Ping's impatient voice from the reincarnation tree on his body: "Third Brother, Elder Xuanyin Chantui will be here soon!"
Zhou Ying gave a "tsk", and retracted the hand that was about to watch Chuan: "It seems that Zhao Yin really went to see the saint?"
A vortex in the soul-returning vortex rolled over, and swept Wang Chuan and Zhou Ying inside together. Wangchuan covered all his traces and breath, and merged with the East China Sea.
Immediately afterwards, the slowly surging light smoke on Wangchuan turned into a blurry figure, landed beside him, stretched out an index finger to his lips—quiet, be careful.
Cicada's consciousness swept over.
Zhou Ying used to cross the river to demolish bridges, ignored it, just leaned lazily on Qingyan, and said to Xi Ping: "I can't make it on the tenth day of the lunar new year. After the storm is over, I will cut a piece of reincarnated wood and ask Bering to send it back to the Marquis."
Xi Ping: "...Aren't you going?"
Zhou Ying was silent for a while, didn't answer, and only told herself: "Your half-servant is now in the Hou's mansion, I will ask Bai Ling to explain to him, and tell him to try to get the old lady's blood—the deposit. You can use the Reincarnation Wood of your consciousness to drop blood to the Spiritual Platform, right? Be careful what you say, don’t scare her, just say it’s a newly made fairy artifact... By the way, it seems that you can’t be mentioned to outsiders yet, that’s true trouble… "
Before he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly froze—the figure in the mist of Wangchuan became clearer.
This time, the person looking at Chuanhua was no longer Xi Ping, the old lady with silver hair was sitting not far away, looking at him with a smile.