"drive!"

"drive!"

"Call..."

In the mountains and forests, the rider rode a horse, and saw the rugged mountain road as a flat ground, and stopped somewhere.

The vigorous rider leaped down and gave his hand to one of the players:

"My lord, the three thousand people in Jiaziying have been assembled. Asuka sends a message. After seven days, they will be able to rush to the south of Black Mountain."

"There are also more than 800 firearms battalions, equipped with spirit fire bombs and mountain thunders, all ready to go."

"Yeah." The white-haired general heard his forehead:

"Does the Chief Crane of Huangshan have a messenger?"

"Dao Master Crane and his three disciples have already rushed here first, and they will arrive after two days if they want to."

"Tianshan old mother, Qingqiu Huji, Beiman impermanent ghost, plus the seven masters of the Wanfa Association." The military commander narrowed his eyes:

"They are all top people in the world, and they are more than enough to deal with just one person!"

"What's more, there are masters of criminal sects who have entered the mountain, and the chariots of the rivers and lakes should be in harmony with the outside."

"Yes!" The few people beside him nodded.

"In addition, the eight princesses are also here." Speaking of this person, the general's expression seemed to change slightly:

"With her in charge, there is nothing wrong with it."

"My lord." One person was surprised:

"The eight princesses are not well-known and have a valuable status. I'm afraid... not suitable for participating in this matter."

"Heh..." The general shook his head:

"You don't understand."

"Good fighters, no great achievements, the eight princesses are not ordinary people, and they cannot be treated with common sense."

"You don't need to say more!"

"The army is dispatched to surround the Black Mountain. Anyone who comes down from the mountain will kill without mercy as long as the body has a different heart!"

"Here!"

All the soldiers should be.

next moment.

The forest seemed to come alive, countless figures leaped and rushed towards the black mountain.

at the same time.

The army gathered around has also begun to pull out the camp, covering Montenegro from all directions.

Number of people.

No less than tens of thousands!

...

Mountain forest.

The Nansong Saintess who was sitting cross-legged pinched her hands, her body swelled and her aura flashed.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Who?"

She opened her eyes suddenly, and the aura in her eyes bloomed, and two cold rays of light seemed to spread out behind her back.

Beautiful, holy and unparalleled.

Although the Luojia secret method is weird, its appearance is very confusing and fascinating.

"it's me."

The soft voice fell silently into my heart:

"Namsong, your butterfly dance and double flying are also profitable. It seems that within more than a year, you will be able to advance to the realm of real people."

"The ancestor!" This voice changed the expression of the Nansong Saintess, she hurriedly fell to her knees and knelt and shouted:

"Nan Song, see Master Wusheng!"

"Get up."

With colorful embroidery flying in front of her, a woman quietly appeared, waving her bare hand lightly, holding up Saint Nan Song:

"Tell me, what's the situation in Montenegro?"

The people here are pretty, with extraordinary temperament, just like the mortal Buddha in the temple.

Just looking at it makes people can't help but feel Confucian admiration, and they dare not have the slightest blasphemous heart.

Nothing else is needed for these phenomena, and they can already influence the minds of others innately.

"Yes!"

Saintess of Nan Song suppressed the excitement in her heart forcibly, and nodded.

The deity of Luojiao, the unborn ancestor, the unborn mother of the previous generation, the supreme and noble person between heaven and earth.

The strength of a body is said to be no less than a living celestial master.

this.

Come here!

When Nan Song finished talking about what happened some time ago, the beautiful ancestor of the lifeless ancestor narrowed his eyes, and his face was meditative.

"With his own power, evolving the illusion that enveloped the entire Black Mountain, the power of this person's soul is simply terrifying!"

"It seems that the rumors are true."

"This person should be Zhuo Baifeng's senior."

She once played against Zhuo Baifeng, and was one of the eight masters who finally sent him back to the West.

Naturally know the strength of the opponent.

"Don't ask..."

"You followed him for a period of time, witnessed this person's action with your own eyes, and brought the situation together."

"Yes!"

Saint Nan Song bowed and said:

"Along the way, that person made thirty-one shots, and no fewer than two thousand people died in his hands."

"Among them, there are hundreds of well-known masters!"

"When facing the enemy, the methods he used were..."

a long time.

"Fire control, flying sword, secret method, magical powers." The beautiful eyes of the inanimate ancestor flashed, and suddenly said:

"Have you never seen him perform martial arts?"

"This..." Saint Nan Song was taken aback, then shook her head:

"Never!"

"But this person should be proficient in martial arts, and extremely extraordinary, there are many martial arts inheritance in Montenegro."

"The reason why he hasn't used it is that no one can get close to him, so there is no need to use it."

"Nan Song." The Wusheng ancestor bowed his head, with a smile on his face:

"Are you scared?"

"Fear of that person's strength?"

Saintess of Nan Song stiffened, and then slowly nodded:

"Yes."

"It's okay." The Unborn Ancestor said slowly:

"Back then, when I met Zhuo Baifeng, like you, I thought she was invincible and felt desperate."

"But it turned out..."

"She is still dead after all!"

Saint Nan Song looked up, her expression began to change.

"One thing, you don't know." Wusheng ancestor raised his head, looked at the sky, and said leisurely:

"That person, got hurt!"

"Huh?" Nan Song Saintess was taken aback.

"At the time when Zhuo Baifeng appeared in this world, this person was recovering from his wounds somewhere. Even though Taiyi Sect was destroyed, he was not out of the mountain. Obviously, his injuries were extremely serious." Wusheng ancestor said:

"Today, the injury should not have recovered, otherwise I wouldn't dare to be pushed closer."

"but…"

She paused slightly and said:

"From your description, you can see that his strength is slowly recovering, and he is stronger than before."

"Yes." Saintess of Nan Song nodded:

"In the beginning, in Lingjun, Kang Jinlong and the others were able to force him to be near him, but now I am afraid it will not be possible."

"In other words, this person's injury is in the flesh." Wusheng Ancestor smiled lightly on his face:

"As long as you can get close to him, force him to abandon flying swords and spells, and fight personally, you have a chance of winning."

"Well said!"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

"Who?"

The unborn ancestor's face turned cold, and the whole person suddenly disappeared in place, only countless auras spreading colorfully.

No way to live!

"Huh!"

The light of the knife flashed away.

The air trembled.

The Nansong Saintess didn't even see what was happening, she was dragged by the inanimate ancestor to retreat.

A woman with stiff skin and a dead body appeared on the opposite side, standing quietly.

"It's you!" The ancestor of the Wusheng obviously knew this woman, his eyes narrowed:

"Unexpectedly, you are here too."

"Do not!"

She shook her head slightly:

"You came, it was normal."

"You shouldn't have come." The woman's voice was cold, her expression stiff.

"Why shouldn't I come?" The Unborn Ancestor's expression sank:

"I was the one who killed Zhuo Baifeng. If you can't take this person, I won't be able to escape."

"That's good." The woman's eyes moved slightly, and she nodded slowly:

"In this way, we can reach a consensus, and that person is our common opponent."

"so…"

She stretched her hand forward:

"Lend Yin Bodhi to me."

"Don't think about it!" The face of the unborn ancestor changed drastically:

"Yin Bodhi is the treasure of Luo Sect, how can it be borrowed?"

"Don't borrow." The woman pressed the handle of the knife on her waist with one hand, her expression remained unchanged, her voice was like a cold wind:

"Just die!"

Her voice is not loud, but people dare not doubt the authenticity of it.

Invisible murderous intentions enveloped the world.

The corner of Nan Song's eyes twitched, and everything around her seemed to be withering.

Insects, birds and beasts lose their vitality silently.

The lifeless ancestor's beautiful eyes shrank, and he squeezed the Yin Jue with both hands, but did not dare to make the slightest change.

Who is this woman?

Why did the ancestor be so jealous?

a long time.

"good!"

The unborn ancestor nodded slowly:

"If you can kill that person and abandon Yin Bodhi, what's the harm?"

Saint Nansong's eyes widened, her face looked disbelievingly and her ancestor had actually flinched?

"Da da…"

The woman's back figure faded away until she disappeared.

The unborn ancestor also breathed a sigh of relief.

"I know what you want to ask." She glanced at Saint Nan Song and shook her head:

"This woman's name is Winning Misfortune, she is a stranger, I am not afraid of her, but unnecessary."

"and…"

"She is strong!"

...

"Wow..."

Countless spiritual things floated up and down in the flames, melted one after another, turned into the most refined and pure air, and sank into Moqiu's body.

Nourished by many spiritual things, his cultivation base quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The flesh is getting stronger and stronger.

The place where he is currently is a wide platform with clouds and mist lingering on it, like a fairyland, which is completely different from the past Black Mountain.

Guo Zirong, Zhuang Henyu, Chen Minghe, Tian's siblings and brothers all sat on the stone platform.

The end,

The stone steps stretched up.

A single figure stepped onto the stone platform one after another.

Every time a person walks, there will be a futon on the stone platform for them to sit down and listen to the lecture.

now.

More than forty days have passed, and 69 people have been on the stone platform.

Including Zhang Qingqiu, Xu Yunfeng, and several first-class masters from various parties.

even.

Even Yuchisun was there.

What is strange is that two young men who are not good at martial arts have also been on the stone platform.

There is no such thing as teaching, nothing more!

No one said anything in the court, just quietly watching Moqiu above.

Do not sit cross-legged on the blazing flames, the positive and negative air flow all over the body, and the five elements flicker, seeming to be evolving the avenue of heaven and earth, which makes people fascinated.

From time to time, the flames turned into a lotus platform, and from time to time various kinds of beasts evolved, and the vastness of the power was reduced.

Forty-nine days later.

"when…"

With a deafening sound, the aura that enveloped the entire Montenegro shrank rapidly.

In the end, it turned into a stream of light, and the center of the eyebrows disappeared.

"Today, Mo Mou was ordered by the sect to teach the Fa here, and everyone who hears the Fa is destined."

"In the future, if you are cautious in your words and deeds and abide by the door rules, you can enter the outer door of Taiyi Sect and study the immortal law."

The sound falls.

He opened his eyes and scanned the crowd who came to the end:

"You can enter the outer door, UU reads the book www.uukanshu.com to listen to the preaching and inheritance."

"when…"

With the melodious bell ringing again here, many insights fell into the sea of ​​knowledge.

Suddenly.

Those who had doubts about Taiyizong's inheritance were all obsessed with their thoughts.

As for the purpose here.

They have long forgotten beyond the clouds.

...

Moqiu at this time, Shi Shiran was already down Black Mountain and stepped into the barracks not far away.

The teaching of the Fa has already begun.

This world should also change.

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