In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Ha Yi in the crowd looked at Wugou with his eyes covered with black silk cloth, and then at the golden monk, curiously said:

"Wugou, is this your ancestor?"

Wugou shook his head:

"The little monk has no ancestors, and the mentor of the little monk is the founder of this lineage."

"Oh~" Ah Yi suddenly realized something, and then continued to ask: "Then who is this golden monk?"

"He is the Tathagata for this term."

"This term? Isn't the Tathagata the name of a person?" Ah Yi was confused.

"No, Tathagata is not a name, but a name." Wugou patiently explained:

"The Tathagata, that is, the person who came from the truthful way and revealed the truth, is also one of the ten Dharma names of Sakyamuni."

Ah Yi was dizzy, didn't ask any more questions, and ate the chicken drumstick silently.

The rules of Zen Buddhism are too complicated, and he is too lazy to ask.

In the arena, one powerful senior after another appeared above the heads of the youngsters in an endless stream, until finally, an ordinary-looking middle-aged Taoist appeared,

This Taoist looks ordinary, his eyes are plain, and his clothes are far less gorgeous than the others before him, but when he appeared, almost all the great powers in the realm of heaven and man were silent one by one.

Lin Xiaolu raised his head, watching the middle-aged Taoist fly by curiously, and the middle-aged Taoist also glanced at him.

At that moment, Lin Xiaolu, who was not afraid of anything, couldn't help but shiver.

It wasn't the fear in his heart, but the fear of his soul. He felt his soul trembling subconsciously.

On the other side, Xiao Yuer also watched the middle-aged Taoist fly by.

But she lost interest after just one glance, and didn't take this person seriously.

On the front side of the scroll, the middle-aged Taoist landed, and all the surrounding monks in the heavenly realm, except the golden monk, all stepped out of the way, and the golden monk put his palm on his chest and smiled slightly:

"Sovereign, the future of the seniors."

The middle-aged man nodded, and his calm eyes fell on the masters of the 24 solar terms, Shangguan Dabu, Jiang Taiqing, Kong Zhongni and others.

Seeing the appearance of this middle-aged man named Mu Chaoge, Kong Zhongni also sighed slightly.

In fact, in terms of cultivation, whether it is Jian Shang of the Great Wild Sword Ancient Sect or Little Phoenix of the Immemorial East Phoenix Sect, they are not weaker than Shangguan and Jiang Huang.But the last three sects are now dominated by the Unlimited Sect. Unless Senior Zongheng intervenes, they can only be sealed in their own realms.

Today, Senior Zongheng won't come, and I don't know why he invites Mu Chaoge. After all, if Mu Chaoge suddenly makes a move, then I... will be a little bit overwhelmed.

At this moment, the 24 Celestial Realm masters are all looking at Mu Chaoge as if they are facing the enemy, and Shangguan's big funeral, Jiang Taiqing, and Kong Zhongni's expressions are a little more relaxed, and the other few neutral Celestial Realm powerhouses are basically the same. It's all the old gods, with an "I'm just here to travel" posture.

Fortunately, Mu Chaoge didn't intend to do anything, but looked at Kong Zhongni calmly, and asked softly:

"Mr. Zhongni, the masters of the 24 departments of the Immortal Cultivator Academy are all monks who have a good relationship with Li Mingru. I would like to ask, what does this mean?"

His voice is very gentle, it doesn't sound like a brutal person, but it is full of coercion.

Facing his "gentle" question, before Kong Zhongni could answer, the fiery Luo Wujin spoke first:

"The academy remains neutral, whoever is the master of the 24 lines has nothing to do with your Unlimited Sect!"

As soon as these words came out, all the monks of the Unlimited Sect frowned slightly, and Mu Chaoge looked at Luo Wujin for the first time with Gujing Wubo's eyes.

But he only glanced at it and said flatly:

"You don't even have the right to die by my hands."

As soon as these words came out, Luo Wujin's death-gray eyes were instantly cold, and just about to speak, Shangguan Burial suddenly came to Mu Chaoge in an instant.

The extremely short man looked up at Mu Chaoge, grinned and said:

"Today is the day when Senior Zongheng let the students visit the border outside the territory. If you want to do it, find a day where the little old man can practice with you?"

Mu Chaoge cast a glance at Shangguan Dabu, whose nosebleed was still wet, and said softly:

"Ancestor Shangguan, please dry off the nosebleed before talking to the suzerain."

Shangguan's old burial blushed, and he was forced by embarrassment for a while.

Jiang Taiqing at the side saw this, a white light flashed in his hand, and a token appeared in his palm.

He first glanced contemptuously at Shangguan's funeral, and then seemed to say: "Look at your virtue." Then he looked at Mu Chaoge.

"Sect Master Mu, please respect yourself."

Mu Chaoge glanced at Jiang Taiqing's token, a rare flash of fear in his eyes.

Then he smiled.

"It seems that His Majesty Jiang has obtained the approval of the First Emperor, and even obtained the First Emperor's order. Congratulations."

"There is nothing to congratulate." Jiang Taiqing also said with a blank expression: "Although you are a man of destiny, you should know that His Majesty Shi Huang is best at disobeying the will of heaven."

Hearing this, Mu Chaoge's smile continued:

"So...he's dead."

"Although His Majesty is dead, the souls of his hundred thousand soldiers are still there!"

In the arena, Mu Chaoge and Jiang Taiqing refused to give in to each other for a while, and seeing this situation, Kong Zhongni finally had to speak:

"Senior Zongheng went to the outside world, Xiaochao, give the old man some face."

At this point, Mu Chaoge finally looked at the elegant old man in front of him, and nodded slightly:

"Mr. is the master of the Three Thousand Worlds, and we are all students of the master. If the master speaks, the students dare not disobey."

Hearing this, Kong Zhongni showed a kind smile, but the next moment, Mu Chaoge said: "But..."

As soon as the word "but" came out, the expressions of everyone present changed.

Mu Chaoge is so arrogant!

I saw Mu Chaoge standing in front of thousands of monks in the Heavenly Human Realm, and said with a blank expression:

"My sect, Han Mingzi, has calculated that there will be a thousand-year catastrophe in the world of cultivating immortals. It is related to Li Mingru. This catastrophe is a young man in the mortal world. There is wood in his surname, and wood represents life, which is endless. Mr. Zhongni, do you know about this? !"

Hearing this, Kong Zhongni frowned and did not speak.

Han Mingzi is the number one hexagram master in the world of cultivating immortals, and he has never missed anything he calculated.

In the arena, Mu Chaoge continued to speak:

"This suzerain understands that no matter how accurate the hexagram is, you can't arbitrarily impose rootless crimes, and this suzerain is not targeting that child because of Li Mingru, but he is too special. This suzerain has seen him with the Nine Nether Mirror In his life, he forcibly relied on martial arts to reach the Nascent Soul Realm, and comprehended all kinds of martial arts methods that can be established. Among them, there is an internal force, which can be compared to the spiritual power of a cultivator. It can be called an act of creation, so the suzerain wants Send him to reincarnate.

You can rest assured that the suzerain will compensate him, plant a spiritual seed in his soul, and protect him in the next life, who is amazingly talented and talented in cultivation, how about it?

This is for the world of cultivating immortals! "

As soon as the sonorous and forceful words came out, the audience fell silent.

At the same time, the focus of discussion among all the powerhouses - the tyrant of Winter Melon Village - Marshal Lin Xiaolu, is holding a duck in one hand and picking his nose with the other in the student group, bragging to the surrounding students that he robbed him when he was seven years old. The story of a cultivator.

Everything started from that time~