Xu Xian Is Not A Sword Immortal

When Zhao Gongming led the jiejiao immortal to kill him, the black clouds at his feet formed a sharp contrast with the white sea of clouds in Kunlun Mountain, which was fierce and clear-cut.

no kidding.

The sect of some second and third class forces on the auditorium. What have they thought of.

Now it's true, and I don't dare to go out. I'm afraid these cruel people will suddenly fight.

Three religions.

The present situation is that the three religions come together to expound, teach in the West and stop teaching.

Besides, it's a grand event held by hermeneutics.

However, the sudden emergence of the truncated immortal, if they can be kind, the rest of them do not believe it.

Even,

Many sect elders have already preached to their disciples.

"Run, as long as the guys overhead want to do it, let's run quickly at the first time. Don't hide it. Use the best escape skill directly, otherwise I'm afraid you'll never have a chance to use it again..."

Such words seem to be very outrageous, and many young sons and daughters don't believe them very much.

Who are they?

Dare to smash the venue at the grand event jointly held by sandaozong?

However,

The younger generation of monks don't know.

But how can old friars not understand?

Since the isolation of the three realms, many sects of the second and third forces have gradually learned a lot over time.

That is, there should be people reborn in the reincarnation of the three realms and the four major religions.

The number is not very small, or a lot.

What's more, why does the Third Avenue sect hold the "struggle of the twelve ways"?

If there is no real reincarnated golden immortal, where does Chunyang sect have such confidence?

Even,

They are not only here to watch the ceremony, but also want to see the real style of the twelve golden immortals of the Taoist door.

In particular, Li daochun, the leader of Chunyang sect, was once one of the three famous sword immortals in the cultivation world. Now he has become a visitor.

This also proves that the Taoists sitting high on the auditorium are the real twelve golden immortals.

Fortunately, the scene of direct war did not happen.

Because Li daochun, the leader of Chunyang sect who was originally responsible for reception, has been replaced.

But the same.

It seems that the arrival of the truncated immortal also makes some people not intend to hide.

The crowd saw a Taoist flying out of the auditorium. He came alone in front of the black cloud and said with a smile: "senior brother Gongming, many intercepted younger martial brothers and sisters, really haven't seen you for a long time."

"I don't know you've come thousands of miles, but what do you want to do?"

In a word.

Thousands of monks in Chunyang zongdun fell into silence, which can be called needle dropping.

The others don't say,

Even on the viewing platform of xiaoleiyin temple, there are no bald donkeys whispering.

Because the word "senior brother Gongming" represents too much.

Zhao Gongming, the God of wealth, used to be a great martial brother in the outside world. During the first battle of Fengshen, he lost in a row and taught many twelve golden immortals. Even if the current Buddha's lamp burning Buddha was also chased and killed all the way by him.

Who is this?

There are many cruel people under the sage!

As for interception

Needless to say, the name of apostasy is really under the spotlight again and reappears in the cultivation world!

This moment.

I don't know how many monks raised their heads one after another and stared at the greatest black and evil forces in the wilderness.

no way out,

History is written by winners.

The reputation of apostasy is not very good in the mortal world, but it is also famous.

Because,

They are the truncated immortals, but they are also the heavenly gods that countless people need to worship, enjoying the existence of countless incense.

It's just that after the war of gods, the word "stop teaching" is no longer the prefix of these immortals

"Younger martial brother chijing, I'm not bored. I heard about what grand event you held. I thought about taking younger martial brothers and younger martial sisters to watch the ceremony." Zhao Gongming stood in front of many jiejiao immortals, took another step forward and said:

"Why, younger martial brother red sperm... Don't you welcome me to wait?"

"Where is senior brother Gongming? Come on, senior brother Gongming, junior brothers and junior sisters all go this way." With a smile, the red sperm will lead many truncated immortals into the viewing platform.

However,

There are several seats on the auditorium, and there is no place for the truncated immortal at all.

Although there are indeed many people who want to give up their seats, the one who can meet the interception is undoubtedly the elucidation.

But they are in the local school of hermeneutics. They haven't opened their mouth yet. How dare the others rashly stand up and give up their seats?

What's this called?

Slap in the face.

Tut Tut, the saints can't fight on their faces, and they dare not fight even more.

And even if they give up their seats, they may not be remembered by the truncated immortal.

Or,

In the current situation, the best way is to close your mouth, hold your breath and pretend to be dead.

"Oh, Taiwan University is very big, but it doesn't have the position of our truncated immortal. Younger martial brother red sperm doesn't look down on my truncated disciple and can't even sit?" Zhao Gongming raised his eyebrows.

"Ha ha ha..."

Laughter.

"Ha ha ha..."

With laughter.

Many twelve golden immortals who elucidated reincarnation flew out of the auditorium at the same time.

Guangchengzi just waved his hand, and two floating fairy mountains flew from the depths of the sea of clouds. When he came to Zhao Gongming, he held his palm. Like the two brothers he hadn't seen for many years, he seemed to have deep feelings.

Don't forget to say: "brother Gongming, this is a real misunderstanding. We must watch the ceremony. We must not be in the small viewing platform, otherwise we will scare the disciples in the door?

Come on, let's stay on the cloud mountain. "

"Oh, it was arranged by brother Guangcheng. I think too much, senior brother."

"If brother Gongming is there, it's clearly my senior brother, not mine..." guangchengzi narrowed his eyes. They both said one thing to me about who is the senior brother, and no one would be humble.

Even,

After the elucidating immortal and the intercepting immortal had flown to the cloud mountain, they were still spraying each other across the air, trying to gain the upper hand on the topic of the martial brothers.

However,

The two elder martial brothers who expound and stop teaching are tit for tat, and the monks below are also a little confused.

But this is not the most embarrassing.

Because the most embarrassing thing is the reincarnated Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in xiaoleiyin temple.

These bald donkeys are all confused and forced, and they constantly lose their eyes on the Buddhist immortals. It seems that they are saying, "brother, we haven't got on the bus yet."

Uncomfortable,

It's hard for me.

Many bald donkeys couldn't help looking at each other.

They have certain reasons to doubt that when they are aiming at each other, they still don't forget to step on their Western religion silently.

Why did their two families go up the cloud mountain and hang high on the viewing platform.

But do they want visitors from the western religion to be in the viewing platform with the mortal young friars?

"Cough..."

Accompanied by a light cough, it rang through Chunyang sect in an inexplicable way.

They turned their eyes to the little Leiyin temple on the auditorium.

I see,

It was a monk who seemed to be middle-aged, but actually had no exact age and appearance.

Under him sat the three grade white lotus, which grew slowly and melted between heaven and earth. With a smile, some monks with low mind could not help but feel a sense of great enlightenment.

Who is this person?

Mortal friars don't know.

But for the reincarnated immortal, his origin is not a secret.

Take the saint's disciples,

White lotus boy.

Of course, he was a boy, but he had the cultivation of Da Luo Jinxian in his previous life, and his strength was quite strong.

Zhao Gongming glanced at him, and there was a sense of killing in his eyes.

Because it was he who turned the virgin turtle spirit into ashes, and his reincarnated body has not been found so far.

The other truncated immortals also turned their heads and looked at them one after another.

But if you want to fight, you can't fight after all.

As for guangchengzi, seeing the white lotus boy, he waved to sit on the cloud mountain and was about to get up and speak

Da da da~

The sound of horse hoofs is so loud.

Someone rode up the mountain?

Gee, it looks like it's not an ordinary horse. "

The crowd at the auditorium turned to look.

I see.

It was a very handsome young monk dressed in a white monk's robe. He was riding a yellow horse and came to the square with a smile. After closing his hands to the people, he coughed gently: "poor monk Jinchanzi, I've seen all the teachers and brothers who preached and stopped teaching, and white lotus boy!"

Speak out.

The hearts of many monks have been completely numb.

The golden cicadas are out?

How fast he reincarnated.

There was a legend that you were a Tang monk a hundred years ago. Now you come out again?

The white lotus boy smiled, nodded to him and said, "golden cicada, follow me up the cloud mountain."

"Amitabha." As soon as Jin chanzi nodded, he looked left and right and wanted to say whether he could take my two friends up.

That's a man taught disciple and a former disciple

If we can let them go to Yunshan, which is a western religion, wouldn't it be equivalent to the combination of western religion and people's education?

However,

He clearly remembered that Bian Zhuang and Zhao Qingchan were still around before he came to the square

But he was only a little distracted, and the two disappeared.

The golden cicada shrugged and they left. Anyway, they didn't expect much.

Thinking, he clenched the whip in his hand and wanted to smoke it skillfully.

But it was just then.

Boom

A thunderbolt exploded,

Heaven and earth also turn pale.

The remaining twelve golden immortals all locked their eyes on the golden cicada son, the whip in his hand, and the yellow dragon horse he was riding.

Because in the big eyes of the horse, he was looking at the elucidating immortals with extremely complex eyes and tears.

It also includes grievances, discomfort, sadness, I was bullied and so on

This moment.

Boy Bailian was about to take people to Yunshan.

But guangchengzi silently waved and let Yunshan fly away.

"Elder martial brother guangchengzi, what do you mean?" The white lotus boy was at a loss and asked with an eyebrow.

"What do you mean? You Western religions dare to ask me what I mean. You might as well ask your golden cicada son what it means!" Guangchengzi suddenly stood up and clenched his fist.

Bang——

Yunshan mountain, which had just flown to the distance, burst suddenly, and a loud noise spread all over the place.

The white lotus boy frowned a little and found that many of the eyes of the alchemist looked at the golden cicada and the yellow dragon horse under him.

Dragon horse?

How normal it is. Jinchanzi likes to ride this.

But in principle, golden cicada son prefers to ride a white dragon horse

This Huanglong

Huh???

The white lotus boy's eyes flashed a shock. He turned to the twelve golden immortals and checked them carefully.

Huang... Where is immortal Huanglong?

So, after three breath.

The golden cicada gradually fell into meditation. He didn't know when his right hand suddenly loosened, and the whip naturally fell off.

Because Bailian boy sent a message to him in a very confused, shocked and puzzled tone.

"The place where you ride the immortal Huanglong to elucidate..."

"Did you take the will of the saint?"

"Or are you determined to die?"

"No, it doesn't make sense..."

"Even if you want to die, you don't need to turn our western teaching and elucidation directly. What's your intention!!!" Boy Bai Lian is gnashing his teeth.

There are many reincarnations of western religion, but he didn't bring a few people.

Because he didn't intend to slap his face. He just came to watch the ceremony and give some signals to the immortal.

But I never thought of it.

The West taught a traitor

However,

The golden cicada son was also confused.

He was in a trance!

He's a fool.

The yellow dragon horse under his ass is... Real yellow dragon?

"How is this possible?"

"Immortal Huanglong is the twelve golden immortals. The famous Great Luo golden immortals. Is he so weak?"

Oh

He has.

During the Fengshen period, Huanglong immortal appeared ten times.

It doesn't matter to play. All appearances are defeats, and the rest are edge ob, belonging to the viewing seat.

Unfortunately,

The gold immortals got up one after another, especially when guangchengzi had pulled out the male and female swords.

The golden cicada son also quickly turned over and dismounted, and reached out to gently touch the horse's neck. When he glanced around, he carefully glanced at the immortals, swallowed his saliva and said, "you may not believe it..."

"Then stop talking." Guangchengzi narrowed his eyes, clenched the long sword and didn't do it.

The other Buddhist immortals also stepped back and looked quite nervous.

"No, no, no, I have to explain... In fact, not only did I do it, but also two people taught by others did it with me." The golden cicada son hurriedly said.

"Amitabha." The white lotus boy looked at him deeply and said seriously, "golden cicada, stop talking and be a senior brother. I beg you, OK?"

"Why, elder martial brother, they don't let me explain, and you don't let me explain?" The golden cicada was stunned.

What are you doing?

It's deceptive.

You won't let me say,

I have to say.

Seeing that the white lotus boy clenched his fist and seemed to want to fight him, the golden cicada quickly stretched out his hand, pointed to the yellow dragon horse and shouted, "I'm wronged, I really don't know he is the real Yellow Dragon.

How could I know that immortal Huanglong is so weak.

Besides.

We are all reincarnated gods and Buddha.

How can I know that he is slower... Weaker... Than me... "

Say,

Jin chanzi's voice became smaller and smaller, especially when he saw many monks on the auditorium, all of them leaned back.

At this moment,

The golden cicada son touched his chin and thought a little.

Hiss

He seems to say a little too much!

At the same time.

Hundreds of Buddhist nuns also covered their faces with their hands, and their actions were neat and uniform.

They were supposed to prevent younger martial brother from being bullied

But I never thought of it.

Another one?

Hit people not in the face.

This is not a slap in the face.

Western religion is to throw the second master's face on the ground and let hundreds of people go up and kick it fiercely.

………………

Outside the three boundaries.

There was a sudden conversation in a Buddhist holy land.

"Kill it..."

"Elder martial brother, cicada meat is not delicious."

"It doesn't matter if it's not delicious. Elder martial brother, I just have itchy teeth. I like to eat leather tight."

"Is it necessary?"

"It's not necessary. If someone comes to you with a flag, don't beg me..."

“？？？” The younger monk looked back.

As for?

Not really.

How many years of martial brotherhood? You don't care about me now?

so

The younger monk nodded helplessly: "then kill it. I don't know my second brother very well..."

"Zai Zai, Zai Zai, I'll kill you. Let's see how to solve it first. Otherwise, if he comes later, you'll stand behind me and don't talk."

"... ang." As an old six, let him face hard, that must be hard.

And this faint "ang" word also said that it had done countless bitterness and bitterness.