Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 3

The lake water is sparkling and the fragrance of tea spreads everywhere.

Xianqiong sat opposite Mr. Fei, silent.Xi Yan'er stood around silently, with a surprised expression.

Suddenly, the white clothes fluttered, the light shirt remained the same, and Xianqiong stood up.

"Are you leaving?" Wei Weijun raised his hand in a trance and said.

"I'm leaving." Xianqiong affirmed, after all, there is still a major event in this resurrection.

"Where are you going?" Very Jun asked with concern.

"Lishan Gate!" Xianqiong's words were affirmative, and he walked out with firm thoughts.The white clothes fluttered, and the long sword at the waist exuded brilliance.

Baiyujing in the sky, twelve cities on the fifth floor.Immortal meaning is in the clouds and Han, the only thought for thousands of years.

White jade dances, the universe reappears, reverses spring, autumn, winter and summer, and reciprocates the past.

The fairy dome steps on the auspicious clouds, and wants to leap to the end of the world, to set up a wonderful land, to establish a prosperous and pure land.Open the mountain gate again to re-assert the immortal power.

"How can I give you a ride?" Very Jun hesitated for a long time, but finally said nothing.

The good wind is like water, the night is as cool as the moon, and the river grass is luxuriant.This end is a person with a directional heart, and the other side is an infinite shadow.

He Lai, who is exiled under the moon, is often accompanied by a pot of dirty wine and a volume of books.

As the words fell, a loud poem sounded from the sky.

"A river of stars and the moon are like ice, and the bones of the immortals read the inscriptions of the humble chambers. What does this body look like? The nine winds are sailing in the sky."

Hearing the title of poetry, Xianqiong raised his eyes and looked up.Seeing a distinguished figure in the distance, driving a flat boat, wearing a light shirt, grabbing a volume of light books, and hanging a jug of dirty wine.

Zhuo Ran arrived, hovering in the side road.Seeing this scene, Xianqiong looked back and saw that he was standing there with a gentle expression on his face.

"Tao, Buddha and Demon, the three religions are one, and there is no way to combine them!" Xian Qiong sighed. In the past, people thought that the extraordinary king was influenced by him, and turned into a difficult immortal, doing extraordinary things, and doing extraordinary things.

Stepping into the plight of China, suffering all over the world, saving the people in the rivers and rivers, and saving the people in the water and fire.

The way of human perception, embarked on the journey of heaven, but suddenly the god of light fell and slaughtered the land of a state.Become the immortal and ultimate Emperor of the Underworld, Xian Qiong, a younger brother with similar interests since childhood, died at the hands of the savior Xuanzun.

Affected by this, people feel that their moods have changed, they plan the world, and they become the best of people.

If you want to seek the highest in the world, goodbye to the mysterious Xuanzun.

However, the scheming changed, and when I met my junior brother again today, my heart was softly broken, and it was inevitable that my flaws would be exposed.

Xianqiong glanced at Chu Tianxing, "Is this part of your plan?"

Desperate resourcefulness, exposed in front of the eyes, cannot bear to conceal close relatives, but it is also a determination that is hard to find.

The river grass is luxuriant, the good wind is like water, melting the night, where will it fall.

A jug of wine, a book, and a boat.Who is under the moon? The world is banished to immortals. Wherever the boat is parked, the moon is Jiang Ping.

Chu Tianxing flicked his straw hat and kale in one hand, and said: "My friend, the night is like this, and the years are quiet and beautiful. Don't let your hurried steps miss the beautiful scenery around you."

Xian Qiong looked at the side dumbly, and smiled lightly, "The beautiful scenery around you? Good and evil are hard to tell, where is the beautiful scenery?"

"Good and evil are interrupted, and the world is beautiful."

"The beauty of the world? The good is extremely evil, and it is regarded as extremely evil. All evil is hard to reverse. It is the devil among the devils, and it can be called the devil god."

"I don't know if this can be called a beautiful scene?" Scenes of the very gentleman flashed in his mind, the senior brother from the past had already left everything behind.If it is not stopped, I am afraid it is. . . .

"The world is created silently. It is of course extremely evil for the good to fall into the devil, but why not be extremely good when the devil turns to the good?" Chu Tianxing smiled generously and stood on the boat.

The ship shook for a while, Xianqiong shook his head silently, and the beautiful bamboo was dyed.

Standing in the place of the mountain gate, thinking about the past, he actually had a plan long ago. He raised his hand and looked up at the sky, the starry sky is faint.

Sitting on the bow of the boat, Xianqiong closed his eyes and meditated quietly. The night was silent, and the lonely boat was floating, and the immortal came to the world, dressed in white.

The dazzling light shines out in an instant, and a ray of light from the sky illuminates the poor land.

At this moment, Xianqiong's eyes poured out, and a long purple light came out.

The white jade floats and disperses, the white clouds float, the evil god fights, the fairy dome falls, and a wisp of spiritual consciousness escapes into the fairy mountain.

Agitated by the origin of the fairy mountain, after being baptized by the thoughts of the people in the fairy mountain, suffering from all kinds of samsara, sinking down.The combination of consciousness created the method of dreaming into the magic machine in the turmoil, and disperses one's own aura.

Turn around the plight, lay out the world, wait until the end of the calamity, return to the magic, achieve the origin of the fairy mountain, and merge the fairy mountain into success.

Finally, he became the master of Xianshan Mountain.

Stretch your arms, stand with your arms outstretched, the clouds gather and disperse in the sky, and the misty clouds turn into a lonely city.

The phantoms of ancient and modern heroes reappear, between Qiongyu and Yu, the universe is empty, and the poems resound through the sky.

"Baiyujing in the sky, with twelve cities on the fifth floor. Immortals are like clouds and Han, and the only thought in Qianqiu."

White clouds condense, spiritual energy gathers, and the ancient imprints of heaven and earth combine.

Kong Kong said loudly, "Nine Peaks, Fifth Floor, Twelve Cities."

As the words fell, the void in the sky appeared, nine eye-catching peaks appeared, five colossal buildings transformed, twelve places suddenly came alive, and the people came to life at dawn.

The celestial dome standing with hands spread out is floating in the sky, and a celestial mountain behind it rises and falls, above the head, white clouds float, nine peaks, five floors, and twelve cities are transformed into reality.

When the image gradually became real, the fairy dome stepped out, leaped into the void, and stood on the top of the fifth floor, walking on white jade, and the fairy clothes fluttered.

"Spiritual Consciousness from Ancient to Modern in Immortal Mountain, Gathering" Spread your hands and open again, the world has undergone tremendous changes, the mysterious thirteen servants of the sky, light and shadow scattered, and magical changes appear in the place created by destiny.

The fairy mountain accepts the fate of the reincarnation of the heaven and the earth, does not enter the reincarnation, regardless of life and death, and does not speak of good or evil, this is the fairy mountain.

Gathering spiritual consciousness, thousands of heroic figures from ancient and modern times bravely entered, and the fifth floor and twelve cities scattered in the sky were filled with human figures for a moment, vaguely, and the mountains and rivers were everywhere.

The "good luck" stand is held in hand, the fingertips are unpredictable, and the mysterious and unpredictable light flows.

Vitality manifested, and the nine fairy peaks attached to the periphery of Baiyujing began to float.

Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Zhong, Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui, the nine characters appear in the void, inscribed down, and engraved on the nine peaks.

"When the nine peaks stand, the nine gods who guard the mountain will appear." The words fell, and in the twelve cities on the fifth floor, thousands of swords fluttered, and the thaumaturgy was brilliant.

At the moment of communication at the peak, nine people broke through the clouds and landed on top of the nine peaks.

The guardian of the nine peaks appears, and the nine fairy peaks work naturally.

Xianqiong smiled slightly and sighed, "It's finally done!"

Above the void in the back, a fairy mountain is looming, and strange light spots spread into Xianqiong's body.

The figure fluttered down, the toes touched the ground, and slowly fell into the fairy dome.Infinite power of good fortune, thousands of spiritual senses from ancient to modern times, gather and disperse the good fortune of heaven and earth, created by the hands of Xian Qiong.

"Since the ancient planning, the establishment of the Rebellious Fate Pavilion, drifting away into the sky, predicting the future, destroying the destiny of heaven, and gathering the power of rebellious fate, today is actually exhausted in one day, I don't know if it is worth it." Xian Qiong carefully stared at the world under his feet. Wonderful place.With a fluttering mind, he murmured.

Before the ages, he fell in the battle of the evil gods.The body of the celestial body merges with the origin of the celestial mountain, and after thousands of reincarnations, he comprehends the method of dreaming into the magic machine, disperses the spiritual consciousness, reincarnates through calamities, and establishes the Pavilion of Rebellion.Break the destiny of the sky, collect the power of rebellion, calculate the future, and plan the eternity.

As Xianqiong's words fell, Xianqiong Bai Yujing began to slowly disappear.

Shi Potian stunned the gate of the mountain, and the chaos outside the world is called the fairy vault.

Today, I will use up the calculations of thousands of years, and I will rebuild the skills of all ages in the future.

Chapter 4 planning the world

When the nine peaks are settled, the fifth floor stands tall, the twelve cities are majestic and lush, the fairy dome slowly floats away the robes, the purple gold and white jade crown is faint, and the fiber long sword is tied around the waist.one
Wearing a long gown while waving the armrest, he stood on top of Bai Yujing.The qi of the nine peaks is combined, projected on the fifth floor, and the twelve cities should be accumulated.

Stirring out, a palace slowly appeared above the sky, with a sense of immortality and misty clouds, white jade paving the ground, gold bricks, white clouds surrounding it, and cranes standing there.

A plaque was written, saying Baiyujing.

Three thousand feet below the mysterious underworld, a dark figure was surprised to see a strange scene hanging in the air, which was extremely surprising.

"The realm outside the sky is magnificent, and those who are dazzled don't know when they will be able to experience it!" The tone was surprised, but there was a wild atmosphere.

"Immortal energy? Let the playwright of Yongye look forward to it!" The mysterious magician put on a crown and spoke coldly.

"Those who exceed the plan are more interesting!"

"Hahahahaha!" A deep smile burst out.

Puppet Yi is silent, standing quietly aside, controlling the puppet master, becoming more and more mysterious, narrating his uneasy state of mind.

Within the De Feng Ancient Road, a majestic figure stood, with the Zheng Dharma Sword on his back, holding the Heng Lv Dian in his hand, and raised his eyes faintly to look into the sky.

The eyebrows and eyes were complicated, and the sadness was slippery, and finally turned into a leisurely sigh.

"Hey!"

Thinking about the past, how many unresolved melancholy, how many irreversible vicissitudes, finally turned that black hair into this snow silk.

"Honorable Faru!"

Yu Lijing was dressed in purple, full of awe, caring but nervous.

The capital of Shouyu, the seven peaks in the northern sky, is calm and arrogant, looking down on the world. The founder of Shouyu, Yang Shenni Shenyang, waved his big hand and temporarily stayed in the discussion.

Looking up into the void, one can see nine fairy peaks in the sky, and within the fairy peaks there are magnificent scenes looming.The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the white jade singing is empty.

A figure of Zhuoran stood on the fairy peak with his hands spread out.A school of immortal demeanor, outstanding and unaware, white clothes fluttering and sleeping.

What catches the eye is a peerless master, the fairy family from outside the world, but what catches the eye is the poor overlord who dominates the world.

"Has Yangshen ever been afraid of anyone?"

The aura suddenly appeared, and the sudden aura pressed down. Everyone in the elf world trembled and dared not speak.

After a while, Yangshen regained his momentum, a trace of gentleness flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the elves in front of him with soft eyes.

"Yangshen, I don't know what happened just now?" Yang Si came out and asked doubtfully.It can change the expression of the majestic and decisive Yangshen, and it is expected that something big will happen.

The bright moon does not return to Shennei, and people feel that the emperor has a complicated expression.Looking at the sky sadly, Bai Yujing floated leisurely above the sky.

"Hey!"

People feel very helpless and sigh, but their mind is just a little more sad.

"Juejun? I don't know why you sigh for no reason!" Xi Yan'er looked at the sighing Juejun, poured a cup of tea, and asked.

Hearing Xi Yaner's question, Renjue Weijun turned his head to look, but his eyes became more complicated.

The first floor of Youjie is full of darkness, and a domineering figure stands suddenly, with his back to the common people, facing a wooden box that is enchanting the evil sky.

Youyouran said, "Nine-five boxes, when will my hegemony be achieved?"

Suddenly, the figure seemed to feel something, and turned around to look into the void outside the world.

"Is there another wave in the difficult situation?" His expression was deep, and he didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

"No one can stop my hegemony, and the plan of the scorched earth and demon universe will surely come true!" Suddenly, the generation of demon masters of Youjie thought of something, and wild smiles resounded through the void.

"The calamity spreads all over the world, and the decree brings six misfortunes and seven killings; disasters permeate the past and present, and dominates the eight disasters and nine evils alone. The one demon of all ages is the master against the sky."

Step out one step, and the poem will resound to the end of the world, dominate the ancient and modern, and cover the world.

Xianqiong looked at the peak of Xianjiao in disbelief, just now.He may have witnessed the appearance and disappearance of a gate of heaven between the looming.

He has a complex expression, with his hands behind his back.Taking one step forward and standing upright, Xianqiong nodded his head desolately, and saluted behind his back with both hands.He said calmly, "Where is the Lord of the Nine Peaks?"

As soon as the words fell, nine figures flashed in the surrounding nine peaks and fell in front of Xianqiong.

Immortal Qiong looked at the nine people in front of him, no longer gave in to the excitement of the past, and said calmly, "The land is in a difficult situation, and a catastrophe is about to happen. I planned a thousand years ago to disperse the gods and the world, gather the power to defy fate, and reverse the destiny in the future."

"This time, it was exhausted all at once. Condensate the imprint of the spiritual consciousness of you and the others, and help the few of you to be reborn.

"The battle against fate has already begun!"

The fairy mountain contains ancient and modern spiritual consciousness. Only the power of defying destiny and imposing a brand can reverse life and death and rejoin the creation.

Xianqiong began to plan the power to defy fate aeons ago, intending to reverse and change the destiny of the future.Rescue a few brothers, or. . . . .

In silence, Xian Qiong suddenly remembered something.Since the fall, the fairy mountain has reappeared, and Xian Qiong has been thinking about Sister Yu.

It's a pity that the most powerful spiritual sense in ancient and modern times can't count, but sister Yu, who is already ordinary in talent, is uninhabited, and there is nothing to check.

Even if the Immortal Qiong is integrated into the origin of the Immortal Mountain, it is powerless, and the future battle will also have this cause and effect.

"Exhausting the power of rebellion only awakened you and the other nine people. You already know what the plan is."

"I won't go into details anymore. After today, arrange the affairs of Xianfeng, so let's leave now!"

Xianqiong's expression suddenly changed, and he exhorted carefully.A plan through the ages, success or failure in the present, even if it is as indifferent as a fairy sky, you can't help but be cautious.

Listen to Xianqiong's words, although several people are good or evil, they have gone through Xianshan once.However, his mind has changed. Although he may be dissatisfied, he just listens quietly.

When Xianqiong finished speaking, several people responded, either the sword intent was turbulent, or the dharma intent was turbulent, and they retreated from Miaomiao.

"Traveling in adversity, changes occur suddenly, and the thirteenth chapters of Taiqiong derive the fate of the world. This time, all the battles have been reversed. I don't know how much power to defy fate?"

Looking at the figures floating away, Xian Qiong was wearing a white fairy robe. His face was expressionless, his mind was far away, he was calculating the future and planning for variables.

"Senior brother who doesn't worry!" Sighed, the little junior brother of Xianmen is not easy to do!

After a while, the nine immortal peaks outside Bai Yujing began to undergo magical changes. The Nine Palace Formation began to operate spontaneously, and streams of light flickered. However, the Lord of the Nine Peaks had already begun to leave the Immortal Dome and go to the land of misery.

Shaking his head helplessly, he looked at the urgent crowd.Xianqiong looked down at the fifth floor and twelve cities below his feet again, thousands of brand marks competed with each other.All ancient and modern spiritual consciousness gathered here, just to seize the tenth opportunity to rebel against fate.

"Now that the Lord of the Nine Peaks has set off, as the Lord of the Immortal Vault, I should also start planning!" He murmured in a low voice, as the fairy mountains rose and fell behind him, and the phantom of the universe flashed.

"Let's go and have a look at the second senior brother!" Suddenly, Xianqiong's expression was complicated, and he remembered the white-haired Confucian who had a strange expression just now.

"A farewell in the past, is this already the case?" He said in a low voice, but his heart ached.

Losing the one you love the most is painful.Losing the most respected person, filial piety is difficult.For those who lose their best friends, friendship will not be paid.But he still has to bear the responsibility of his father, his body is full of vicissitudes, and he can't suppress it.

The king of royal life and loyalty, the king of law and Confucianism, the king of selflessness, the king of white-haired immortals.

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