A palm for a punch, a simple confrontation, what is shown in front of the monster and the human is the most magnificent front of the monasticism, with the mountains and seas destroyed, the sky and the earth darkened.

It is a battle that can represent this prosperous era and will be recorded in the annals of history. This news cannot be concealed and will fly all over the sky and spread far and wide.

Pang Bai was bursting with inspiration, his hand speed was fast, and his silver brushstrokes slid out of the golden paper. His pen moved like a dragon and a snake, flowing like clouds and water, and his strokes became like wind, all done with one swipe.

"Well done! Well done! New blood has arrived in the North!" Pang Bai was astonishingly energetic, devoted to his career, as if he was in a daze, writing and writing diligently, and kept talking.

As he spoke, and laughed secretly from time to time, the monks around him looked strange and quietly moved away.

He had a premonition that Wang Daju's popularity would last forever. It was developing day by day. It was so exciting that he couldn't resist it. Now, big shots would look at him with suspicion!

Think about it, it's luck! He was on a business trip and was delayed here, but he didn't expect it! He didn't expect it! It was destined that the big news would fall on him. In the future, if he sells the news, he can blatantly increase the price!

The aftermath of the battle took a long time to dissipate. The mountainous area for several miles was already in a mess. The previous hills were flattened and collapsed into deep pits. The scene left an aftertaste, like the sound of the sky, lingering for a long time.

They were witnesses to the monstrous event. Thinking about it makes people excited. The sect forces in Chidi and those in power secretly observed their disciples with a strange light in their eyes. They were fascinated, as if they were looking at the target.

Some of the second-generation ancestors are used to being domineering in the sect, whether they are teenagers or young adults, but at this time, they also lowered their heads, as if they were reflecting on themselves. It is rare and precious for a prodigal to return with gold.

The age of that person and the beast is the same as them, or even younger, but the strength is so abnormal and powerful, far beyond them, it is not an exaggeration to change the world.

This trip is enough. The quality of these infected disciples will be higher. For the sect, it is a guarantee that it will not decline in the future.

At the same time, some people are wondering, for these two perverts, how much of the strength they exert is their full strength? If they go all out, how powerful it would be.

Will they be directly shattered by the aftermath at the beginning? They are separated by several miles and protected by those in power. Now, their bodies are sore, like the pain of cracking, as if there are knives carved into their bodies.

The soul of the spirit is also a system, as if there are countless golden needles pricking it, its ears are deafened, and its eyes are blind.

The Holy Son of Dayan, Shen Yun, is handsome, wearing plain white light clothes, every thread is like the thread of moonlight. He is as calm as the bright moon, his clothes are dancing lightly, his slender body stands in this blessed place, his breath is not visible, like a jade cup flowing in

The mortal world is still brilliant.

Staring at Miao Jiu quietly, he nodded slightly, his eyes sparkling, like the ancient sea, vast and boundless, with rippling blue waves, endless expanse, and among the flying waves and the sand, there are pearls left in the sea.

"Rubai, come back." Quietly, Holy Son Dayan spoke slowly, like a sound from the sky, with a special rhythm, as if he had come into contact with the great road.

The words are soft and gentle, like the breeze blowing by and the moonlight shining down. The voice seems to heal the darkness in everyone's hearts, giving people a sense of intimacy, but keeping a distance, making people alienated, as if covered with gauze and hazy.

And misty.

"But..." Liu Rubai wanted to say something else, but her eyes showed unwillingness and she glared at Miao Jiu, but she was supported by a gentle force.

"It doesn't need to be like this between you and me." Saint Son of Dayan said again, "You can't stop that tribulation thunder. You can also see that this fellow Taoist has always had a spare hand." Saint Son of Dayan said calmly.

, as if it were otherworldly, with shining eyes, but it kept looking at Meow Jiu.

"As my lord's servant, asking my lord to rescue me is really Rubai." Liu Rubai responded. He suddenly realized that no wonder the decree flew into the sky and released a brilliant light. He was very moved and frightened.

Expressing regret for oneself and remembering the future.

"You have been away for a long time. Come back soon. You need to practice and settle down. In this great era, you cannot fall behind. What is carved on your body is the gift of heaven and earth." The Holy Son of Dayan is only twenty years old, but

It seems that after hundreds of years of practice, the understanding of Tao is also frightening. Like Taoist, even when he enters the realm of gods in the future, there will be a road to heaven waiting for him to step onto it.

This group of people is destined to go further. Not only are they lacking in their own qualifications and Taoist foundations, cultivation resources, opportunities, magical powers, and scriptures, they will go far away quickly along the way of cultivation.

, it is the dazzling and exotic flower that blooms in this era.

Just like the Holy Son of Dayan, he has been with the "Starting Tao Sutra" since he was a child. It is a required course for spiritual practice. He has been studying it deeply to this day. There is also the existence of the person who compiled this Tao Sutra.

, personally preaching the Dharma, this is a rare privilege, comparable to exploring the supreme Taoist treasure.

This makes every move he makes seem to be in line with nature, bathed in a special Taoist charm, making him like a Taoist disciple in the dust, possessed by a god king.

"Understood!" Liu Rubai put on her clothes and buttoned up her battle armor, as if it was sealed again. The depiction of the evil beast gradually appeared on the breastplate, and the tiger's body seemed to be covered with evil aura.

It turned into the shape of a stomach.

At this time, the skull-armored horse came slowly closer.

"Since I was born, I have been lacking a suitable partner. Now that you are born, would you like to accompany me?" The Holy Son of Dayan looked at Miao Jiu for a while, and then began to invite, conveying his goodwill.

"No!" Meow Jiu refused without even thinking. "I grew up in the mountains, have been in fairyland, and have seen all kinds of big scenes. Do you think you can raise a cat if you want to? Humph?"

~!Another person who covets me, wants me to be a war beast? No need to talk!

"Really, that's such a pity." Dayan Shengzi unconsciously showed a trace of regret. What he valued was not Miao Jiu's cuteness, but his strength, which would promote his growth, become stronger and stronger, and transform.

.

After a brief confrontation, he could feel Miao Jiu's strong Daoji, powerful strength, and extraordinary background. He had carefully observed that Miao Jiu was suspected of being from that clan. Although the color of his hair was different, his appearance and qualifications were the same as those of that clan.

The same people are all the same.

Before he was born, he had gone through many secret scriptures and scriptures in the collection of scriptures in the Dayan Pure Land, including Liao Liao Wuji's unique copy that had gone through great changes and been preserved for countless years. It was very precious and he had dabbled in many of them.

There are those cute creatures from all realms. This tribe has a long history, and its origin is difficult to detect and trace. It seems to have a very big background.

If you are not born, then as soon as you are born, it represents a big event. You have experienced in the great world and you are the leading creature of that era.

The sign left last time was that he was still with an ancient emperor.

"Is it really the reflection of this life...the Mingjiu clan..." Saint Son Dayan recalled, a hazy halo of light rose behind his head, and he couldn't help but whisper.

So, this name was finally blurted out, setting off a hurricane, whizzing past among the monks present, each one's heart palpitating and their eyes shrinking.

Mingjiu, Mingjiu, this tough little tiger cub named Wang Daju is indeed Mingjiu!

As if it has been officially certified, more and more demons and people believe that Miao Jiu is the legendary Ming Jiu, and firmly believe that Miao Jiu is the Ming Jiu in their hearts.

The orange life nine born in the era.

"Fellow Taoist Daju, if I have the opportunity, I look forward to sitting down and discussing the Tao with you." The figure of Holy Son Dayan gradually became blurred, and the light gate gradually dispersed, turning into brilliant light, dots of glittering, like falling rain, the decree of the law.

When it fell, the jade light was dim and there were numerous cracks on it.

"That's okay." Meow Jiu responded.

Liu Rubai took the decree with one hand, put it away, and took a deep look at Miao Jiu. This situation was entirely due to his own doing. He thought so, and had nothing to say. He was still timid when summoned.

The bone-armored horse, a ferocious beast of a generation, is really afraid of Miao Jiu.

Liu Rubai stepped onto the dimly glowing chariot and rode away into the sky. The wind and thunder rolled and roared continuously, spreading down from the sky and echoing throughout the heaven and earth.

So, all the eyes here fell on Miao Jiu. Although the process was very twisted, the goal was still achieved, right?

"Meow hahaha... cough cough... haha... I'm not very promising, young master!" Meow Jiu stood in the air with arms akimbo, laughing, but no one would understand anyway, it was very presumptuous, and he laughed accidentally

Seeing this, Zixia Dongtian smiled slightly and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, this is the Mingjiu clan! Although they are cute, their fighting power is unparalleled and their aptitudes are extraordinary.

There are unofficial legends that this clan once went to the sea to catch Kun, and went to heaven to cross the phoenix. They can live nine lives, which means they have nine lives, and each life is stronger than the last. Rumor has it that if you survive those nine lives, you will come into contact with unimaginable realms.

Perhaps it is the ultimate in spiritual practice.

Miao Jiu combed his hair in front of the public. There were too many eyes on him, so he changed his direction and turned his back to the audience.

"...Fighting with the Holy Son of Dayan, his brilliance is very bright, and he is not weak. Wang Daju, the legendary Fate Nine!" Pang Bai wrote the last sentence in a hurry, raised his eyes and looked at Miao Jiu, invisibly,

There is a storm gathering, and Miaojiu is the eye of the storm!

"Next, you have to find out where I am?" Miao Jiu muttered, turned around, walked back and forth, glanced left and right, and found that besides a few women he knew, there was only one other.

Don't know anyone.

Immediately, he sighed and walked with difficulty, in the direction of Zixia Cave under the surprised, surprised and complicated eyes of many monks.

Falling in front of the Zixia Cave, Li Xiaoxiao was still a little dazed. Miaojiu said with his spiritual thoughts: "Xiaoxiao! Let's... meow meow!" The next moment, he was held tightly in Wei'er's arms, and then he left.

Trapped in tribulation.
Chapter completed!