Tian Yuan

The practitioners who came here did not find any rare treasures.

"It's him!"

Everyone was surprised when they saw Lu Nanxian sitting on the top of the mountain.

"Lu Nanxian of Confucianism, isn't he already abolished? Why is he here?"

Confucianism did not hide the news that Lu Nanxian had become a useless person, and everyone knew about it.Therefore, at this moment, seeing Lu Nanxian sitting and enlightening the Tao, attracting auspicious clouds from the Dao, I was extremely surprised.

"Everyone who realizes the Tao, is it necessary to reappear the old scene?"

Hundreds of years ago, Lu Nanxian felt the Confucian classics in a small town and embarked on the road of practice. In a single thought, he crossed the innate realm and directly possessed the golden core cultivation base.

As soon as this matter happened, the whole world was shocked, and many old guys opened their eyes in shock, and sighed, the proud son of heaven.

"No way!"

Now, Lu Nanxian might do it again.

The auspicious cloud of Dao Dao covers Qidao Mountain, and no one else can approach it.

Nangongge hid in the crowd, concealed her aura, was ordinary and did not attract anyone's attention.

A few days later, Lu Nanxian got up slowly, and Daoguang came from the nine heavens and fell on him like a dazzling Xiayi.

There was a fluctuation of cultivation base breath on his body, and he climbed rapidly.

In just a few hours, it has reached the peak of integration.

Only one step away, you will reach the crossing catastrophe!

After reading the great Confucian classics, it took three years to realize Taoism and master it.

Now transforming into a dragon, come nine days later.

Lu Nanxian once again stood in the center of the big stage.

The cultivator who witnessed Lu Nanxian reaching the peak of the fusion with his own eyes was astonished as a heavenly man and couldn't believe it.

Among the crowd, those who belong to Confucianism and Taoism are well aware of the terrifying potential of Lu Nanxian, who has entered Taoism twice as a mortal.This matter will spread to all parts of the world at an extremely fast speed, causing a sensation.

Inside the Confucian School, there will be huge waves rolling up, whether it is a high-ranking person or an ordinary Confucian scholar, the name "Lu Nanxian" will be deeply engraved on the soul, and it will be indelible.

After entering Taoism, Lu Nanxian did not leave, and still sat on the top of Qidao Mountain, trying to write down the Confucian characters on the stone tablet in his own way.

Due to the extraordinary writing left by the great Confucianism in ancient times, it took a long time for Lu Nanxian to write a single character.

Persevere, there will be a day when it will be completed.

Many strong men came to look for him, wanting to form a good relationship with Lu Nanxian.

Lu Nanxian turned a deaf ear to this and ignored it.

Even if the high level of the Confucianism sect came, they ignored it.

"Let's go, goodbye."

A sound transmission from Nangongge fell into Lu Nanxian's ears.

Hearing the farewell words, Lu Nanxian put down the movement of writing, got up immediately, and tidied up his appearance.Then, he bowed deeply in the direction of the distance, and the words of gratitude were hidden in his heart.

"Who is Mr. Lu saluting to?"

The monks looked into the distance, but they couldn't see a figure, and they were puzzled.

The son is gone, and his destination is unknown.

Time flies like a white horse, and it will never return.

Another seven years have passed, and the competition in the new era has intensified.

Counting the time, Chen Qingyuan has been in the old land for more than ten years.

The outside world is very lively, with constant fighting everywhere.

For example, Chang Ziqiu stayed in Beihuang to practice, but was attacked and killed by the Changsheng Daomen.The reason was that Zeng Chang Ziqiu injured the Holy Son of the Changsheng Daomen in full view.

After many twists and turns, Chang Ziqiu fled with a broken arm.

Later, a certain Dao of Swordsman couldn't understand the behavior of the Changsheng Daomen, blocked the door with a knife, defeated [-] Mahayana monks in a row, and made it clear that he wanted to protect Chang Ziqiu's way.

In the end, each took a step back and the matter subsided.

Another thing is that Fengye, the eldest grandson of the Misty Palace of the Northern Wilderness, stepped into the ancient realm area of ​​the Dizhou, and accidentally obtained the inheritance of Emperor Qiyou Zhun.

A jade slip inherited from Emperor Qiyou Zhun, and a Guqin.

All the strong men have been fighting for ten years, looking for opportunities in the mausoleum of Emperor Zhun with fear, never expecting to be robbed of fortune by a junior, so furious, disregarding face, and wanting to snatch it.

The ancestors of Misty Palace have been guarding the Dao in secret all the time. Relying on their first cultivation at the Shenqiao, most of the Xiaoxiao were repelled, and they immediately left the Dizhou with their eldest grandson Fengye, not daring to delay for a moment.

I heard that Patriarch Misty and grandson Fengye were intercepted on their way back.Patriarch Misty risked his life, sacrificed the treasure of the clan, and was seriously injured, so he escaped by luck.

The troubled times came, and the old things hiding in the dark began to show up.

Even if Changsun Fengye fled back to the Northern Wilderness, there was still a terrifying existence chasing him, refusing to give up.

At the critical moment, Dean Daoyi made a move.

"roll!"

With a wave of his palm in the air, he knocked out a strong man with three steps from Shenqiao out of the Northern Wilderness, intimidating the world.

With the dean's intervention, those guys in Dizhou hurriedly put away their perverted thoughts and dared not chase anymore.

"Thank you, my lord, for your help."

Patriarch Misty clasped his fists and bowed to the position of Daoyi Academy, his clothes were blood-stained, his wounds were grim, and his breath was disordered.

The dean didn't answer, with a cold look on his face.

"Old Ancestor, who helped?"

Changsun Fengye was well protected and had no injuries, but his face was slightly pale.

"The dean of Dao Yi Academy."

The ancestor replied.

Changsun Fengye looked surprised and remembered this favor.

At this time, another place.

A world-shattering storm is about to erupt in the Buddhist gate of Dongtu.

A high-level inside the Buddhist sect, taking advantage of the old monk's retreat, found evidence that the Buddha's son was related to the You Clan, and exposed it to the public.

As a result, the story of the Buddha's son breaking the sex precept and giving birth to a child spread wildly in all walks of life.

Among them is the powerful handwriting of the demon race. It did not cause a storm before because of insufficient evidence, and no one would believe it if it was spread.Now that the time is ripe, it is natural to publicize it well and tarnish the reputation of Buddhism.

A certain eminent Buddhist monk was controlled by the demons at some point.It has been lurking until now, and it has dealt a painful blow to Buddhism.

"impossible!"

"Buddhist son of Dongtu gave birth to a child with the princess of You Clan, which is extremely absurd!"

"Someone gave evidence, which seems to be true. If it is confirmed, the reputation of Buddhism accumulated for countless years will be destroyed in one day."

"It's really interesting that the Buddhist disciples who have high hopes in Buddhism actually broke the sex ring."

All of a sudden, the heavens trembled, and forces from all walks of life fell into trouble.

Buddhism is at the core of the great storm, and the pace of promoting Buddhism was forced to stop.

Those hostile forces that have grievances with Buddhism, add fuel and vinegar, and spread it wantonly.

What's more, it is also said that Buddhism and You Clan have collusion.

In short, the current situation of Buddhism is very difficult, but it is a catastrophe, which affects the future luck of Buddhism.

Storms are raging, and there is no place for peace.

Chen Qingyuan, who is located deep in the old soil, is completely ignorant of the outside situation.

Ten years of conquest, fighting hundreds of powerful enemies, created a reincarnation combat body, the only one in eternity.

The cultivation base has risen, and it has reached the peak of the Fusion Realm.

On this day, Chen Qingyuan pushed away the red mist in front of him, and saw a familiar place.

"are you back?"

The familiar place is not very far from Qingzong.On Chen Qingyuan's indifferent face, there was a bit of strange emotional fluctuation, the chill on his body gradually subsided, and his eyes became clear.