My brother is so stable

Only when Duxianmen was attacked by some puppet demons before, the ancestor of Duxianmen, the real Duer, and the great master Xuandu appeared, would it be reasonable.

There was friction between the three great immortal sects and the Xiaoyao Xianzong, and there was a possibility of a full-scale war among the immortal sects. It was not easy for an old master like Dao Er to take action directly, so he sent the jade talisman to the Duxian sect, and sent his disciples to come over .

In the past, in such a situation, it was generally impossible to fight. After the two sides came to rescue each other, there would be a highly respected senior who "coincidentally passed by" and then "let me say something fair" to be a peacemaker.

But now...

"It's unstable."

Ji Wuyou bowed his head and coughed a few times, glanced at his soul, and sighed slightly.

He could almost cripple himself by refining supernatural powers, which he really didn't expect.

It's also because my foundation is not enough and my origin is too weak. I am already a bit reluctant to become a golden immortal. It is indeed a bit too hasty to force myself to cultivate such powerful supernatural powers.

Of course, he is only weak in primordial spirit, not weak in Taoist body.

The poisonous dragon wine and Guyuan elixir secretly brought by the sensible little disciple Jiuwu before, he used a little, but there was no obvious effect.

To this day, Ji Wuyou still has two puzzles:

Why is the proportion of Taoist companions always several times higher than that of other immortal sects?

What is it about longevity, under his nose, he became the second disciple of the second most powerful immortal god in the heaven and the leader of the Renjiao, Master Taiqing?

He also made a contract for this life with Fairy Yunxiao...

If you don’t understand it, if you don’t understand it well, it’s hard to understand.

Ji Wuyou has been guarding the secret of longevity with all his strength, so much so that he stood up several times and forcibly lied, covering up some visions for longevity.

He didn't understand at first, why Changshou had to worry about this before, but gradually, Ji Wuyou understood.

Changshou used his identity as a disciple of Duxian Sect as a layer of camouflage, so as to avoid the eyes of the Western religion during his rise.

And the reason why Ji Wuyou took the initiative to show up to protect each other several times, and tried his best to control his desire to confide, and even didn't say much about his master, except that it was because Li Changshou was invited, the main reason...

"Changshou is also a disciple of Duxian Sect. If he is the head of the sect, he will help if he can. '

Ji Wuyou exhaled slowly.

I don't know how Wangqing and the others are in the Three Thousand Worlds. Being able to help Changshou is actually their own chance, and they can get the merits of heaven and the luck of heaven.

It's a pity that he is the head of the Duxian Sect, and he can't retire early to go to the three thousand worlds to be wonderful before finding the next head.

Is Xuanya doing well in the Heavenly Court?

This silly girl is sometimes too upright, and the people in Honghuang are the most sinister, so it is a good thing to be able to go to heaven to develop.

But whether the sect masters and immortals go to heaven or not, they still respect their own choices.

The pursuit of cultivation is longevity, but from the perspective of a medium-sized immortal sect, there are very few longevity immortals, so what most qi refiners pursue is actually a long and unrestrained lifespan.

This point, Changshou doesn't seem to be deeply impressed, if I have a chance later, I will talk to Changshou...

Cough, make a statement, make a statement.

Today is not what it used to be, Xiao Changshou, who has never moved the head.

The jade talisman stopped turning between his fingers, Ji Wuyou turned around, put the jade talisman in his sleeve, flew out of the window on a cloud, concealed his whereabouts, and floated towards Xiaoqiong Peak.

Arriving at the outskirts of Little Qiongfeng, Ji Wuyou waited for a while, and when there was a wave of spiritual energy in front of him, he quietly slipped into the thick formation of Little Qiongfeng.

Every time he feels Xiao Qiongfeng's formation, two words will appear in Ji Wuyou's heart...

waste.

There are only three or two disciples on one peak, so what's the use of setting up the nine-fold twelve formation?It's impossible for Da Luo Jinxian to attack Little Qiongfeng, right?

If this is the case, wouldn't Da Luo Jinxian be dead?

Flying through the thick convective layer of spiritual power of the formation, a peaceful, quiet, and somewhat peaceful spiritual peak is revealed in front of your eyes.

Take a look at the ancient spirit wood forest full of the essence of wood blossoms, feel the essence of ancient water essence contained in the spirit lake, the whole mountain peak is like a heavenly blessed land in the sense of immortality...

But Ji Wuyou is fully aware that this little Qiongfeng was originally just a small broken peak whose peak was cut off and its aura was destroyed in the war ten thousand years ago.

Longevity is already so powerful.

Um?Why is there a small peak beside the lake?

Hey!It will move!

That hill-like giant stood up, raised his head and waved to Ji Wuyou, although his movements were natural, but because of his huge body, he seemed very slow.

"Master"

"Ling, Lingling," Ji Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the terrifying power brewing in Xiong Lingli's body, his Adam's apple couldn't help trembling twice.

Is this still his named disciple?

Now, with one punch, I am afraid that Jinxian, who is already injured, will be seriously injured, right?

It is indeed the backbone of the people who follow the longevity!

Ji Wuyou showed a gentle smile, stretched out his left palm, and condensed Xianli into a huge palm. He patted Xiong Lingli's forehead lightly, and said with a smile:

"I haven't seen you recently, I've grown taller, not bad, not bad."

Xiong Lingli giggled sheepishly, and there was a muffled thunder on Little Qiong Peak.

By the Linghu Lake, Li Changshou and Ling'e, who were waiting for Ji Wuyou to fall, were in a mess in the strong wind brought by Xiong Lingli, and they couldn't help showing a faint smile when they saw this scene.

Li Changshou is a Paper Daoist here, and his body has already started to prepare to go to Nanfang Buzhou to stop those evil cultivators who want to hunt the mortal emperor.

This [-]% is caused by the Western religion, and this method is much better than what the Western religion did before.

It can be said to be the bottom line, targeting the weakness of Heavenly Court, aiming at what Li Changshou is quite concerned about and has the most far-reaching influence, the system of Heavenly Court, Xianqi, and Shang tribes, thus affecting the influence of Heavenly Court on the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods...

Blindly guessing that Maitreya, the master of Western teaching, is operating.

Now at this moment, it is indeed time for the Western Church to do something, or else they will have to wait for death.

Seeing Ji Wuyou flying down slowly, Li Changshou smiled slightly, and bowed to Ling'e together.

"Meet the master."

Ji Wuyou hurriedly lowered his cloud head, bowed back to Li Changshou, and said with a smile, "I pay my respects to Lord Xing. It's poor people who should pay their respects to Lord Xing."