The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Le Ning slowly touched the spine of his vest, closed his eyes, "Mr. Wen, you have already seen it, right?"

Wen Xingzhi was silent for a moment, then embraced Le Ning, and hugged him gently.

Yes, as early as on the Rose Coast, he discovered that Le Ning, who was made of his bones, locked in a safe lock, and overwhelmed by good luck, was actually a half-demon made of a human soul.

Le Ning buried himself in Wen Xingzhi's shoulder and neck sadly, feeling the scalding heat in his spine, suddenly remembered the hexagrams that were divination before, which were not clear at the time, but now the memories are clearer.

The hexagram image is not only dead, but has been dead for a long time.

The resentment was seen through, the mist slowly dissipated, and the sealed memory was also revived. The first thing I remembered was that day, the old man suddenly said that he would leave for a while, and told him not to guard in the mountain, but to go down the mountain to have a look.

He asked the old man where he was going and when he would be back.

The old man said that he was going to a place far, far away, and he would come back when he was not sad because he hadn't come back for a long time.

Since he learned the technique, he has spent 200 years in the mountains suppressing ghosts and transforming evil spirits. His comprehension is really mediocre, and he doesn't understand the unfinished meaning of the old man's words.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the mountain was restored to a piece of scorched earth, with bones everywhere. In front of one of the thatched huts, a light, almost transparent figure floated slowly.

That can no longer be regarded as the soul body, but just a trace of remnants left after the soul body dissipated.

Bai Ying has gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face. He seems to know that Le Ning will come back, with a smile on the corner of his mouth and eyes, "Xiao Le Ning is back."

Le Ning came out of Wen Xingzhi's arms, grabbed Wen Xingzhi's hand, his whole body was shaking, he slowly stretched out a hand, knowing that remnants were invisible, he still touched it like a fool.

Five fingers pierced through the translucent soul body, everything was empty, and there was no longer the old but warm and dry power in memory.

"Old man..."

"Xiao Lening is back."

The remnants fluttered, and the voice was still steady, as if he had never gone down the mountain, as if he had just gone out to save a few cunning and difficult grudges.

Le Ning stared blankly at the floating Cannian, his throat was dry, his eyes were red, he couldn't believe that he just went down the mountain, and everything changed when he came back.

There is no longer anyone who will wait for him to go home, and there is no longer a small thatched cottage that is warm and full of people.

"why……"

Even though he asked like this, but the sealed memory came back, combined with the antecedent, everything has an explanation.

It has been 200 years, and the sealing formation is the same as before, but the resentment is brewing all the time, and there is a possibility of breaking the seal at any time. It is already very difficult for the two of them to suppress it.

In such a desperate situation, one must either stick to it and both of them will be torn to pieces by the grieving ghost in the end, or send one of them out to fight for a chance outside.

On the day before going down the mountain, the old man seemed to mention it unintentionally, saying that the mountain is full of vitality, and the flowers must be blooming very well. He asked him to go down the mountain to see how the flowers are blooming...

Wen Xingzhi patted Le Ning's back slowly, at this moment, any words of comfort seemed pale and powerless.

The resentment from Le Ning's side dissipated, and a few from Guan Pu's side also came out.

Le Ning and the others entered the Taoist Priest in white, that is, Ming Zhi's resentment, but Guan Pu's group entered the resentment of the Ming Huazong who set up a sacrificial and killing array back then and sacrificed tens of thousands of people.

When the two met, they finally had a comprehensive understanding of what happened to Ming Huazong back then.

From the perspective of everyone in the Ming Hua Sect, Ming Zhi is simply a rebellious ancestor, born rebellious, not offering sacrifices when it should be sacrificed, and not contributing when it is time to contribute.

The cause of this collapse 200 years ago is very simple. At that time, a powerful evil spirit appeared. Ming Huazong was the number one sect in the world, so it was naturally responsible for eliminating evil spirits.

But after fighting all the way, they found that Xie Chong is strong, but the stronger one is the stick-shaped magic weapon in his hand. With the superposition of the two, the strongest fighting power of several old schools of Ming Huazong can't beat it.

In fact, it's not completely impossible, the main reason is that they want to get rid of the evil spirits, but they also want that powerful magic weapon.

What?You said that it was already the number one sect at that time, so it’s okay if it’s not that strong?

How to do that, the weak want to be strong, and of course the strong want to be stronger.

So the top leaders of all the sects thought of a way to offer sacrifices, and the sacrifices went out of the killing array, only killing evil spirits and keeping magic weapons.

Then the question arises again, who should make the sacrifice?

A group of old guys are old monsters who have lived for nearly a hundred years, and people who have lived for a hundred years are already mature, let alone monks.

They are all at the peak of strength, and they are not willing to give up a lot of power. Moreover, they have a high status, so it is not appropriate to send them.

After choosing and choosing, Ming Zhi, who is full of aura and powerful, but his status only looks high, but in fact he is just an ordinary person is the most suitable.

Ming Zhi cultivates the good way, not the way of the Brilliant Virgin, so naturally he disagrees.

But there is a way to agree, and when you disagree, Ming Huazong also has a way to disagree. On the one hand, it uses righteousness to suppress, and on the other hand, it uses relatives and friends to persecute.

What can Mingzhi do, nothing can be done, he can only agree.

Then, taking advantage of the blood sacrifice, he released the half-suppressed evil spirit!

At that time, the suppression of evil spirits had consumed many members of the Ming Huazong. This time, the evil spirits were reborn, and the big bosses of Ming Huazong really almost died before ending it.

However, the most important thing is that the magic weapon they have been staring at has not yet been obtained, but was taken away by Mingzhi by fishing in troubled waters!

So many people died, but they didn't get the things. It is conceivable how angry Ming Huazong was vomiting blood. Mingzhi's master scolded Mingzhi for being rebellious and evil. up.

It is very simple for a master to deal with his disciples, especially those he has taught himself.

Soon, Mingzhi became a big evil that everyone shouted and beat, and Mingzhi's master summoned all the sects in the world to eliminate the evil.

Ming Huazong's humble and noble head took the initiative to invite, and naturally everyone in the world agreed, and the most powerful group came.

After coming here, although some people raised objections to the legitimacy of the matter itself, most of the objections were based on knowing that the magic weapon in Mingzhi's hands had the ability to become a god, enough to make one's wishes come true.

The remaining few who had objections were naturally cleaned up by Ming Huazong's immortal spirit.

The great brilliance of saving the magic world may not necessarily kill people, but the combination of this greatness and greed will definitely do it.

That battle was very difficult. Mingzhi took the magic weapon and fought from the top of the Zongmen Mountain where he was practicing small cultivation to the bottom of the mountain. He just felt that everyone wanted his own life, and there was no place for him in the world.

Since everyone wants his life, let's perish together.

He died, but based on the magic weapon, he left behind a large sealing formation that sealed the mountains of Ming Huazong.

All those who participated in this war should not even think about being reincarnated or reincarnated, they will never be reincarnated!

Guan Pu and the others were locked in a miasma of resentment, and they were forced to watch Ming Huazong's underworld operations all the way, until they almost had a cerebral hemorrhage.

Le Ning was also silent when he heard it, and the breath in his chest was rushing. After a long time, he took a deep breath and spoke softly.

"Mr. Wen, what exactly is your body?"

During this period of time, I have been very busy and in a hurry. I just know that Mr. Wen has extraordinary power, but Le Ning has never asked in depth.

Le Ning asked softly, and Wen Xing stopped back very naturally, "It's a dragon."

"Sure enough." Even though there was a little speculation before, now it is confirmed, Le Ning is still a little shocked.

The dragon, even in the ancient times when the aura was not cut off, was the head of the gods.

Le Ning turned to look at the person, "Then Mr. Wen, will your strength be strong? Can you save the entire world of resentment?"

Wen Xingzhi smiled lightly, it was a smile that belonged only to God, and it was absolute confidence in his own strength.

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On the border of Yuncheng, the Department of Strange News has been spinning around for almost three days, dismissing people day and night.

In the middle of the night, Tan Mingyuan, who stayed up all night to deal with official business, was far from relaxed for a moment. He glanced at the business report that was so full of screens that he could almost drown himself, and heaved a long sigh.

The work of the minister is really not done by humans, and neither is the acting minister. Everything has to be done carefully and carefully, as if walking on eggshells, in order to handle it well.

Asking him to do this by himself is forcing Zhang Fei to embroider.

Tan Mingyuan walked out of the tent with his blood exhausted and looked at the mountains covered in black air in the distance.

The residents of Yuncheng have almost moved, and now the office of the Department of Strange News is stationed here, but it is the closest to the mountains.

They still have some resistance to resentment. Standing at the front, they can quickly see clearly if there is any movement. If the big formation really collapses, they can be regarded as the first line of warning.

Three days.

Up to three days.

It is now the last hours of the third day.

It's hard to imagine how terrible it would be if Le Ning and the others didn't succeed, the soaring resentment would rush out like a floodgate, let alone Yuncheng, the surrounding cities would be barren of grass, and the entire Southwest would probably be extinct from humans and animals.

Just when Tan Mingyuan thought about it more and more, his heart became colder and colder, amidst the endless resentment, the faint silver-blue light flashed suddenly.

This flash was so flashed in his heart that his heart almost stopped beating.

What, what's going on!

Tan Mingyuan felt that he probably misread it, how could such an important formation be able to flash!

However, soon, the reports from his subordinates shattered his illusions.

Really, really flashing!

Whether it is drone photography or naked eye observation, it shows that the formation is shaking.

But soon there was no need for others to report, because Tan Mingyuan saw the big formation flashing again.

And it flashed faster and faster, the light became weaker and weaker, until at a certain moment, it suddenly disappeared!

"Quick! Prepare to evacuate! Report the progress to the headquarters!"

Tan Mingyuan almost yelled out. While picking up the important documents and preparing to evacuate them, he stared at the mountain.

The billowing resentment was like a billowing angry wave, gushing out from the center of the formation, one layer after another, every time Tan Mingyuan felt that it was already scary enough, and there would be more next time.

Several helicopters roared at the same time, and a group of people from the Strange News Department almost showed the speed of fighting and rushing into the helicopters.

However, just as the helicopter was about to take off, Tan Mingyuan suddenly grabbed the window.

"Wait a moment!"

In the depths of the mountains, where the resentment is the deepest and the heaviest, a blue light is shining.

Bright, dazzling, but not dazzling, as if the warmth of the source.

"what is that……"

"What a kind light..."

Everyone in the Mystery Department, who was retreating in an emergency, forgot what they were going to do, and their eyes could only instinctively follow that ray of light.

I saw that green glow centered on the shattered formation, lighting up sequentially, along the rolling mountains, endlessly.

Everyone was stunned.

"What the hell is that..."

How could it be so strong, spread over hundreds of thousands of mountains.

It was in this shock that everyone heard a long howl.

It's hard to tell what kind of sound it is. It's as powerful as a tiger, and as ethereal as a whale. It's a sound that's never been heard before, but it's rooted in instinct.

Around the mountains, no matter people or beasts, they were all attracted by this voice, and couldn't help themselves to look at the blue light.

All then saw a scene they would recall for the rest of their lives.

In the endless black resentment, a blue dragon soared into the sky and flew straight into the sky.

Antlers, camel head, python body, green scales and golden bones, the majestic body length almost covers the contiguous mountains.

It soared into the sky, raised its head and let out another long roar, as if roaring out the depression that had been suppressed for a hundred years.

The extreme of beauty is anti-element, and the extreme of arrogance is anti-harmony.

Gentle and elegant, it is a god.

The majestic aura belonging to the last god in the world lingers in the world.

Everyone felt tears welling up in their eyes, and felt the power from the source with all their minds.

Dragons actually exist!

Before everyone could recover from the shock of seeing the dragon, they saw that huge blue long dragon suddenly turned its head and lowered its eyes.

On the mountains, resentment surged, rushing toward the Department of Strange News like a tide, coming close to each other, and one could feel the evil spirit soaring into the sky with one's breath.

"Let's go!" Tan Mingyuan finally came to his senses, and hurriedly yelled to get out of the way of the helicopter. That resentment can really eat people!

The crowd also came to their senses, the resentment that was a hundred times stronger than Yuncheng's resentment, if they were hit, they wouldn't even be able to find a good bone!

"Come on!"

"quick!"

A group of people are in chaos, their scalps are about to explode.

However, just when the tide of resentment was about to rush to the top, the blue dragon in the distance suddenly roared and breathed out dragon flames.

The bright red flames rushed down faster than the resentment, covering all the resentment with an unstoppable momentum.

The surging resentment was covered in such a way, like sand washed away by water, it quickly melted away.

The flame uses resentment as fuel, and explodes from the place where the resentment is the strongest. It is simply the natural nemesis of resentment. In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming resentment is replaced by scorching flames.