I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

The thick yellow rises from the stone mirror and gradually dyes the entire stone mirror.

The pitch-black shoots sprouted from the bottom of the stone mirror, gradually grew stronger, and grew into thick magic vines in an instant.

The Twelve Supreme Beings present, Yu Xingchen, the master of the Xuanqing Palace, and even the real head of the Baili Changkong suddenly rose up, and the Supreme Master Shuanghua turned pale, and spoke incoherently: "Enchanting secrets! No, no, no!" ! This is not the secret technique of enchantment! The secret technique of enchantment is not like this... Feng Li is not that powerful..."

Baili Changkong stared at the magic vine on Zhengji's mirror with a serious expression, almost so gloomy that water dripped out: "This is an enchanting secret technique that has not completed the last step of refining the demon!"

The Qingfeng Mingyue Dharma image behind Xuanqing's head suddenly blew violently: "Feng Li is too deceitful!"

Baili Changkong closed his eyes for a moment, and said coldly: "It may not be Feng Li."

For a moment, the most calm and composed one was the Great Elder Wan Changqing.

On the stone mirror, the magic vines were still growing, until they almost covered the surface of the stone mirror before barely stopping.

At the moment when the magic vine stopped growing, a hazy blue light emanated from the mirror surface of the stone mirror, covering the Great Elder Wan Changqing.

Wan Changqing struggled.

In the sky of hundreds of miles, a string of red talismans flowed out from his fingertips, wrapped around Wan Changqing, and fixed Wan Changqing in place when he was about to dodge.

The soft and hazy blue light instantly wrapped Wan Changqing in the center.

Wan Changqing was caught in the cyan brilliance, struggled imperceptibly for a while and then calmed down. The expression on his ordinary face was bewildered and ferocious.

The dark vine-like magic pattern drilled out from the collar of the robe, and gradually climbed up and fixed on the peaceful cheek.

The exposed magic pattern suddenly encountered a blue light, as if encountering a natural enemy, and wanted to shrink into Wan Changqing's flesh and blood, but was dragged away from Wan Changqing's almost transparent white body bit by bit. skin.

The black "vines" scurried about in the blue light like a swimming snake, but they still failed to escape from the blue light's imprisonment.

As the magic pattern was peeled off bit by bit, Wan Changqing's eyes gradually regained clarity.

The light and shadow of thousands of years floated in front of his eyes, and he seemed to have returned to the high-spirited look when he first entered the mountain gate.

When I returned to the Zuoding Cave Mansion and found the ancient jade slips, I was ambitious.

Wan Changqing raised his hand and looked at the magic pattern in his palm that could not disappear no matter what, and the corner of his mouth curled up bitterly: "Time! Fate!"

He thought that he had obtained the ancient romance and hoped for a long life, but he didn't think that the great fairyland would be ruined by this "fate".

Venerable Shuanghua felt sorrow from his heart, tears streaming down his face: "Master..."

The Great Elder Wan Changqing looked up at Shuanghua, and smiled lightly: "Girl, don't cry."

Master Shuanghua bit his lip, trying to hold back his tears, but the teardrops at the end of his eyes still fell like broken beads.

Great Elder Wan Changqing sighed softly, his eyes fell on Baili Changkong: "Senior brother."

Baili Changkong's face was tense and he didn't say a word.

Wan Changqing said helplessly: "I can only accompany you here."

"For more than three thousand years, you and I have competed for the position of the sect leader, seized the power within the sect, and robbed the resources within the sect..." Baili Changkong returned to his calm and clear appearance, but his voice was a little hoarse, "Fill me countless Trouble, do you want to leave like this?"

Wan Changqing's ordinary eyebrows and eyes were stained with a smile, and they became more elegant: "Senior brother still holds grudges like this."

"Don't have a conscience." Baili Changkong scolded with a smile, "If I hold a grudge, can you safely and securely rule the Xuanyuan Palace for so many years?"

Wan Changqing smiled, and bowed slightly towards the sky: "I have practiced Taoism for more than three thousand years, and my mind has been invaded by demons for more than three thousand years. It is all thanks to my brother's tolerance that I have practiced steadily so far. This is the end of the matter, let me say more It's useless. It's just that I can give up everything, only a few disciples who don't worry about it can worry about it."

"Third Senior Brother, if you are worried, you can take care of yourself." Xuan Qing's cold voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

Wan Changqing shook his head: "We can only entrust them to seniors and juniors."

Yu Xingchen, the Venerable Xuanqing, released a pair of pure white winged magic weapons: "With the mirror of righteousness, and the elder brother to watch over, the third elder brother can always last for a while, so I will kill Ten Thousand Yougu and capture Feng Li!" Come!"

Wan Changqing spread out his palm, and turned the palm covered with magic patterns towards Yu Xingchen and Baili Changkong: "It's too late, and..."

Baili Changkong stared at the magic pattern in Wan Changqing's palm, his eyes seemed to be poisoned, wishing to crush the person who performed the enchanting secret technique: "And this enchanting secret technique was not done by Feng Li, 3000 years ago He has just started, and he is not yet able to perform this secret technique."

"The former grand elder of the Nether Sect, Venerable Master Xuan, is amazingly talented and arrogant, if it wasn't for the accident 3000 years ago that made him disappear..." Wan Changqing smiled with joy, "I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago." Becoming a puppet, I don’t know how many wrong things I have done to humiliate my master.”

"Boxuan has fallen." Yu Xingchen stated.

Wan Changqing shook his head: "No, if he really dies, the magic pattern will not grow to the scale it is today on my Taoist body. The only possibility is that he used the secret technique, deceived everyone, and still survived in the world."

"Moreover, I have a feeling in my heart that Boxuan is about to return, and there will be another bloody storm before my eyes." As he said, Wan Changqing closed his palms and calmly reversed the true essence in his dantian, "Master Zhang Real man, this disciple has been in the business for more than [-] years, and he has not made a single achievement. He has also caused a lot of trouble in the sect. A catastrophe, send Venerable Na Boxuan to comply with the law of heaven."

Wan Changqing turned around and looked out of the hall through the closed gate, as if he wanted to imprint the appearance of the ten peaks of Yuntai into the true spirit: "I have no regrets in this life, and I hope that I will be lucky enough to enter the fairy gate again in the next life and be protected by my senior brother." .”

The color of the Baili Changkong changed slightly, and the golden dragon cable in his palm instantly rolled towards Wan Changqing, but it was still a step too late.

The continuous green hills fell apart, and thousands of birds and beasts turned into nothingness.

The dharma phase of Xuanmen Shangzun collapsed, tearing apart the void.

The sudden cracks in the space devoured the chaotic and disordered ideas, the scorching blue light, the black magic vines wandering in the clear light, and the flesh and blood connected with the magic vines.

Before the nobles in the hall could react, Wan Changqing, the Great Elder of the Taiqing School and the master of the Xuanyuan Hall, fell like this.

Baili Changkong's face turned ashen instantly.

A pair of jade-white hands grasped the air several times, and finally condensed a bit of true spirit in the palm: "You are willing to go to immortality, and you are afraid of what he, Boxuan, will do?"

The anger contained in this voice is chilling to hear.

All the people in the hall showed mournful expressions, and even felt resentment and anger towards Lord Boxuan whom the Great Elder said.

The Venerable Master who had a burst of temper was trembling slightly, wishing he could kill Xiang Wanyougu immediately.

They had never heard of Boxuan's vicious name, they only knew that this guy had "fallen" for 3000 years, and even killed their Great Elder!

Man said that the younger generation in the palace, even Yu Xingchen, the superior Xuanqing who was born 500 years later than Baili Changkong and Wan Changqing, had never experienced Boxuan's magical power.

Therefore, when Yu Xingchen shook the unfolded wings behind him, he had already ascended into the sky.

Baili Changkong raised his hand and grabbed a snow-white wing, grabbing Yu Xingchen forcefully back to the hall: "Don't let down your third senior brother's painstaking efforts."

Yu Xingchen said with a livid face, "Forgive me for not understanding."

Bailichangkong looked around at the angrily-faced superiors in the hall, and said slowly: "Honor Boxuan, the genius who has not been born in the Nether Sect for hundreds of millions of years, if it hadn't been conspired by someone, it may have been hundreds of millions of years, I have been born in Kyushu. The first cultivator who successfully ascended, if he returns, it will definitely not be the blessing of my profound sect."

Yu Xingchen said coldly: "Can he still be stronger than Feng Li?"

Baili Changkong carefully put the true spirit gathered in the palm of his hand into a box carved with soul-nourishing wood: "Feng Li Nai Boxuan's first apprentice, although his cultivation is unpredictable, but when Venerable Boxuan died He is only two hundred years old, and he will not have time to obtain the true biography of Venerable Boxuan."

Baili Changkong put the wooden box of soul cultivation into the world in his palm, "You have never experienced that era, so you don't know the horror of Bo Xuan. But just think that Feng Li today is not as good as Bo Xuan back then, and you can imagine a little bit of it. It's awesome."

All the lords were silent when they heard the words.

"He dared to get involved in my Taiqing and caused me to fall, the Great Elder Taiqing. Of course, I can't just let it go. It's just that revenge should not be rash, but a long-term plan." Baili Changkong flicked his sleeves, eliminating the remaining space cracks in the sky, smoothing the chaotic situation. Inspired, walk to the front of Zhengji mirror and open the sea of ​​consciousness.

On the Zhengji mirror, the red clouds instantly dyed the stone mirror red.

Baili Changkong stood in front of the stone mirror like a pure blood-colored jewel, turned around and looked at the people in the hall, and said unhurriedly: "You need to remember that I, the Great Elder Taiqing, has never been infected by magic, but Occasionally, I realized something, and I felt that the opportunity to ascend was approaching, so I closed the death gate."

Everyone in the hall promised nothing.

Bailichangkong closed the sea of ​​consciousness, walked to the cloud bed, stood on the stone steps, looked down at the people in the hall, and said: "Today's affairs in the hall, those who spread them will be punished as traitors."

Everyone in the hall bowed again and promised.

Baili Changkong sat on the cloud bed and closed his eyes: "In the future, Xuanyuan Hall will be temporarily held by Haori, if you have any unresolved matters, you can come and ask me."

Hao Ri's reverent voice should be: "I would like to abide by the decree of the Master Master."

With a flick of his sleeves, Baili Changkong withdrew the palace guard formation: "Let's disperse."

The Twelve Supreme Venerables silently withdrew from Yuanhe Hall.

Elder Ge of the Dianzhengyuan followed closely behind with a Zhengji mirror.

Feng Yuanjiu followed Elder Ge out of Yuanhe Hall, and couldn't help but stop and look back.

Looking through the gradually closing door, looking at the ethereal figure in the depths of the hall, it seemed as if he saw thousands of years of loneliness.

Feng Yuanjiu stopped and did not leave, and the eight disciples followed closely behind him.

After a while, Feng Yuanjiu came back to his senses, and said calmly: "I also invite all juniors and sisters to have a glass of water and wine on Yingri Peak."

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