Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

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.

Have you ever lived a day for yourself?

See you in Chapter 5, Faru

Thinking about the truth of the past, although you can't understand your mind, it can also comfort you.

"Back then, in order to prevent the disaster of the evil god, the master used the forbidden trick of the immortal gate - borrowing a sword from the sky. One sword to kill the evil, but it also made my soul disappear and escape into the fairy mountain."

"I think the second senior brother has learned about the past over the years and accumulated it in his heart. He was just shocked to see the immortal intention, so he looked sad!" Xian Qiong's thoughts were dim, and he was determined to tell the true story of the past with a side of Dharma and Confucianism.

It is said that he is dressed in a white robe, made of fairy clothes, with a breeze and a bright moon around his waist, and the sword speaks of how many winds and clouds.

Floating eyebrows are full, and the Dharma talk has come to the ancient road of virtue.

Suddenly, I saw the immortal energy descending, and the white light was ethereal.Suddenly the sky and the earth turned pale, and everything rejuvenated.

The people of the Confucian sect hurried forward to look for the master.

"From one's own knowledge, through the righteousness of all people. Debating the thoughts of the past and the present, and aspiring to the sages and sages."

The Youyou Poetry Horn sounded, and Mi Minoran spoke softly.

"Your Majesty came to Confucianism, morality and ancient way. I don't know when he came from?"

"Would you like to explore Haozheng Wudao?"

It is transmitted softly, the breeze enters, and the evening light shines brightly, transforming the body into a state of austerity and Ling Ling, Dulwich calms the heart.

But Yu Lijing, the head of the Confucian school, dressed in purple clothes, stood gracefully, uttered a new song, and said that the five ways are upright, which is threatening or pointing out.

Immortal energy all over the sky dissipated, he turned his hands and flicked his sleeves, dragged his hands behind his back, the white jade hanging from his waist was empty, and flowers were scattered all over the ground on his feet.

Hearing what Yuli Sutra said, Xianqiong scattered the holy light to protect the body, with a subtle expression, and said, "Li Sutra! Do you still remember Master Uncle?"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Lijing only felt his mind churning. It seemed that there were many memories accumulated in his mind, and he began to roll and jump, wanting to burst out of his brain.

Trying to calm down his thoughts, Yu Lijing recalled the past and remembered everything in his memory, Sister Yu, Yafu, and the little uncle in front of him!
thinking, na na whispering,
"It still can't be as calm as still water! I don't know that my father is here, so what will happen?"

Thoughts flickered in his mind, thinking about everything he had seen in the past, Yu Lijing's expression was slightly dumb.

I'm afraid it can't get any better!
Since his rebirth, he has been running around for his senior brothers, despite the deep friendship and eternal planning.However, his emotions were suppressed and he was silent in his heart. Now he saw that Yuli Jing's expression had lost control and his face had changed.

Immediately, Xianqiong was dumb, and a gentle smile bloomed on his face, it was still that naughty Lijing!

In just a moment, Yu Lijing withdrew his pale expression, turned to dignified, abided by it, and said seriously: "Your Majesty, I don't know what it means to come here?"

Although Yuli Jing has not experienced the situation in the past, he has heard about it.In recent years, my father has been grieving for this, and my junior brother has passed away.Sister Jade also. . . . .

The figure in front of him came here with ulterior motives, no matter it was for Yafu, or the respected Faru, it needed a stop.

Seeing Yulijing who had returned to a dignified appearance, Xianqiong suddenly felt bored.

Feeling irritable, she sighed, "Li Jing has grown up, it's not fun anymore!"

With a lost expression, he didn't want to say more, waved his hands irritably, and said bluntly, "I want to enter Haozheng Wudao!"

After hearing this blunt statement, everyone in the Confucian sect breathed a sigh of relief.Falcon and Confucian respected driver, stationed at the first of the five Taoists in Haozheng, his power is unrivaled.

Although the people who come today say that they are powerful, they still believe in the Fa and Confucianism more than the respect of the Fa and Confucianism.

However, things turned around, Defeng Gudao went back and forth to quibble, Yu Lijing said bluntly, "Recently, Confucianism is a big issue, and Haozheng Wudao has been closed. Your Majesty wants to break into Haozheng Wudao, but it will take a few more days!"

A purple shirt was fluttering slightly, with a sudden expression and leisurely words, worrying about Yafu.Father Ding Ya's plan is that this time, no matter what, the person in front of him cannot enter the Haozheng Five Paths and meet Faru in person.

Hearing what Yuli Sutra said, the expressions of the Confucianists changed, and in the end they were all speechless and silently watching what happened!
Hearing what Yulijing said, Xianqiong looked at Yulijing intently, and the pictures of the past gradually came to mind. Although the world is changing, Yulijing is no longer that naughty child.

It turned into what it is today, but it still remains the same.

"Fengtian, Jun Fengtian, I'm really jealous of you!" Xianqiong murmured. In his previous life, he was watching a play from the outside, and was affected by the fascination of the Confucianism. When he fell into a difficult situation, he resolutely joined the fairy gate and worshiped in the palace. Under Xuanzun's sect.

Just to see the heroic faces of the loyal and loyal Lord Fengtian, and the selfless Dharma and Confucian Lord Fengtian.

Later in Xianmen, regardless of senior brother Mo Yun, or Li Jing in front of him, Jun Fengtian is definitely in his eyes.

"Jun Fengtian, you are really jealous!"

Suddenly, Xian Qiong somewhat understood Doomsday Seventeen.

In the ancient road of Defeng, Yulijing had no choice but to gather all the Confucianists to go to Haozheng Wudao for reasons of the past, and meet the Faru Zunjia.

"What is wrong with the heavens and the earth is not judged by black and white, what is not committed by criminals and ghosts, what is broken by the sun and the moon is not broken. Confucianism, ruthlessness, Confucianism and selflessness."

The horn of Anran Poetry resounded through the void, and when it descended in awe, suddenly a heroic figure with the upright Dharma sword on its back, holding the Zhiheng Code of Laws in its hand, came out of thin air.

Whispering softly, "See the respect of Faru and Confucianism!" Yu Lijing took the lead, and all the Confucianists came down to pay homage.

Immortal Qiong Fusheng stood aside, touched the ground with his toes, and landed in the void to pay respect to the person in front of him.

"Why are all the people here?" Faru's selfless expression was indifferent. Even when he saw a familiar figure from the past, his expression remained unchanged.

White clothes, white hair, Confucian clothing, Confucian classics, fairy spirit, fairy spirit.Reflecting the figure of the past, Xianqiong's gaze was fixed, his expression slightly dumb.

Yuli Jinglie stood up and said, "For the sake of making peace with Confucianism, some people want to break into Haozheng Wudao."

After the words fell, I stood up, looked at my face, said nothing, just waited quietly.

"Who wants to enter Haozheng Five Ways?"

Fa Confucian selfless monarch Fengtian, showing his face and watching, his words are concise, his face is like still water, and he does not move in autumn.

Hearing these words and seeing this scene, Xianqiong stepped forward, faced Faru directly, and said: "I am here!"

The steps are heavy, the words are heavy, one step forward, the challenge arises without knowing why!With one word, I don't know where the love belongs!

"Come to break through the barrier, let's move now!"

Jun Fengtian pointed his hands together, one pointing to the sky, and the Zhengfa sword came out in response to the sound, appearing in the hands of Faru.

Seeing his senior brother like this, Xianqiong simply no longer refuses.I haven't seen it since ancient times. In the past, when it came to martial arts cultivation, among the immortals, the elder brother Yu Xiaoyao and the second elder brother Jun Fengtian were the leaders.

Now that I have returned from calamity, I don't know how to compete!
The handrails stood up, and the fairy dome hanging on the waist was immediately unsheathed. The weapons of the past had long been destroyed.Now this fairy sword was cast from the origin of the fairy mountain by the fairy dome, and it has gone through thousands of reincarnations.

Brothers in the past, when we meet again this time, we draw our swords to face each other, so many loves have turned into so many reincarnations, the friendship is silent, and only the sword can be judged.

Jun Fengtian's move is the secret of the fairy gate-the righteousness of heaven and earth.

Mysterious moves, powerful and powerful, the secret of the immortal sect, the supreme mastery, reappeared in the world today, but it fell into the five ways of Haozheng.

Brothers of the same sect, although there is a difference between superior and inferior, it is only a small difference, ordinary moves are shameless, and the moves are extreme moves.

Surprised to see the senior brother use this unique technique, Xianqiong drew the fairy sword in his hand and assigned it to heaven and earth.

The same is the secret of the immortal sect, and the same is issued by the divine weapon. One is blessed with the innate spirit of the emperor, and the other has gone through thousands of calamities to cultivate an outstanding immortal body that is not invaded by the world of mortals and untainted by the world.

Extreme strokes meet, the result is.
　the weather!Unpredictable, only to find it cold when I got home!It's a pity that it's too late, I've caught a cold and regret it's too late!
　　One commented that Lao Tu would be cheated by the screenwriter.

　　I just want to say here that it is impossible not to cheat, and start now without post-production!

　　I just hope it doesn't get too miserable!
　　If there are any typos, explain what, and the old way will be changed in the background!

　　Everyone should understand the thunderbolt style, but a typo is just a blast.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)