The land of Sichuan is full of beautiful scenery. Surrounded by a thousand-mile fertile field in the center, there are countless beautiful mountains and beautiful waters.

Although the majestic Qingcheng is on the same list as Xixuan Mountain, it has clear mountains, clear water, shrouded clouds and mist, and is very different from the vast and majestic Xixuan Mountain. Legend has it that there are immortals in Qingcheng Mountain, but the valleys are deep and dangerous, and there are many insects and beasts. Those ordinary

How can the common people have the ability to go into the mountains to look for the fairy? Even if there are a few brave and talented people, there is no news after entering Qingcheng Mountain. After coming and going, the people around Qingcheng Mountain dare not go into the mountains again.

During the New Year and festivals, more and more people offer sacrifices. Some offer sacrifices to the land of mountain gods, some offer sacrifices to wandering immortals, and some offer sacrifices to mandrills and ghosts.

Since the immortal way is becoming more and more popular in Qingcheng Mountain, many wandering monks and Taoists have emerged, all claiming to have great magic power and are willing to accept money from others and eliminate disasters from others. It is difficult for foolish men and women to know the truth after seeing that appearance.

Dangtang, I believed it three points in my heart and gave some hard-earned coins in exchange for some peace of mind.

At the beginning of winter this year, lead clouds suddenly gathered in Qingcheng Mountain, and a strong wind blew up. Then a thunderbolt was heard, which spread hundreds of miles away. A woodcutter who lived at the foot of the mountain and went to cut firewood saw countless purple thunder falling deep in Qingcheng Mountain, as wide as a forest.

, it was as powerful as the waves, and they were so frightened that they ran out of the mountain. After that, the people around the mountain became more and more convinced that there were gods living in the mountain. There were also those who knew a little about Feng Shui, and they talked loudly, saying that this was the birth of goblins, and the world would be in chaos.

There are mountains in Qingcheng Mountain, and in that inaccessible place, there is another blessed land of cave heaven. This place is shaded by clouds all year round, with flying springs washing stones, strange flowers and stars, and evergreen trees. This is the real blessed land of Qingcheng recorded in Taoist books.

The Qingcheng Mountain is strange and steep, but there is always a glimmer of life in the desperate place, which coincides with the idea of ​​an endless road. There is a large Taoist temple on the mountain peak, with green tiles and green walls, which is integrated with the mountain scenery.

Meaning. This Taoist temple is one of the three pillars of the righteous path, and the Qingxu Palace is famous all over the world.

Purple thunder fell from the sky on Qingcheng Mountain, and it happened to fall on Qingxu Palace. The palace-protecting spirit treasure array that Qingxu Palace was proud of was useless in front of the purple thunder, and a large area of ​​houses and Taoist temples were destroyed. Fortunately, it was destroyed.

They were all in the wing of the northwest corner of the palace, which did not cause too much disaster, but there were also many young disciples casualties. For a while, the Qingxu Palace was busy putting out fires and rescuing people.

After the dust finally settled, a middle-aged Taoist emerged from the fire scene, saluted the several immortals who were standing on the steps with their hands behind their backs, looking as if they were immortals: "Hui Bingren, the sky fire has been extinguished. After a preliminary inventory, I

A total of nine disciples were injured in the palace, and one died, all of whom were young disciples who had just entered the palace. I ask the real person to use his methods and treat each one."

At this time, more than ten Taoist priests had carried out ten young Taoist priests, nine injured and one dead, from the fire scene and placed them neatly in front of the steps. At the top of the eighteen jade steps, there were seven Taoist immortals standing. They all had their hands hanging behind their backs.

His eyes looked as if the world was collapsing in front of him and remained unmoved, as if the person who was killed or injured was not a disciple of this palace.

Hearing the advice of the middle-aged Taoist, an old Taoist with a purple face on the left slowly opened his eyes and said: "Dao Jing, you are so uncontrollable over a trivial matter, your cultivation in Shanghuang Jinlu is not right.

Good thing."

After Dao Jing hurriedly admitted his mistake, the real man said: "Carry him into the Sanhua Palace, and wait for me to collect his soul and soul and regain his life!"

Even though he had just been reprimanded by the real man, Dao Jing was still visibly relieved and hurriedly directed the four little Taoist priests to carry the scorched and lifeless disciple to follow the real man to the Sanhua Hall. He also asked the young Taoists to carry

The Taoist priest carried the injured disciple to the alchemy room and arranged for several Taoist priests who were skilled in medical alchemy to diagnose and treat them. Only then did they bother to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.

Up and down the Qingxu Palace, everyone is as graceful as an immortal, and behaves in a measured manner, even when putting out fires and rescuing people. The only exception is this middle-aged Taoist priest. He is tall and burly, with a shiny face, and he can be said to have a majestic appearance. This is just one thing.

The big man was incompatible with the ethereal aura of Qingxu Palace.

Dao Jing was a profound Taoist, and his position in the palace was not low. He was the chief minister this time, but he was always the first to save people. As a result, he ended up with a gray head and a disgraced face. His face was covered in black ash and was washed away by sweat, leaving black streaks and white streaks.

, he was already in an indescribable embarrassment, but this time he wiped it with his sleeve, and it was even worse. When he stepped forward to reply, some of the real people frowned slightly.

Dao Jing seemed completely unaware and said: "The disciples have all been rescued. Next, we need to take stock of the damage to the artifacts. The fire scene will not be cleared until tomorrow..."

Before he finished speaking, a young disciple in the fire scene suddenly shouted: "Uncle Daojing, there is another person here!"

Dao Jing was shocked and shouted: "There is another person? How is it possible? I have clearly checked him! Carry him to Sanhua Hall quickly and ask Master Xuyuan to renew his life and lock the soul. It will be too late!"

At this time, the young disciple shouted again: "But he is still alive, and it seems that he is not injured yet!"

Dao Jing's face changed drastically, and the six real people in Qingxu Palace who were standing on the high steps were also moved at the same time!

The purple thunder that fell from the sky this time was unusual and overbearing, leaving no grass behind where it was affected. Daojing searched the fire scene with his spiritual sense, and only came out to report when he was sure that there was no more life in the fire scene. The seven real people of Qingxu Palace seemed to

He was just standing idle on the steps with his hands behind his hands. In fact, he had already searched the entire fire scene several times with his spiritual consciousness. Apart from the disciples who were cleaning up the fire scene, he also found no signs of life.

But why are there still people in the fire scene?

Dao Jing was eager to save people and ran into the ruins after the fire disaster. The six real people on the steps looked at each other and floated up at the same time, one foot above the ground, and followed Dao Jing into the fire scene.

In a blink of an eye, Daojing had found the young Taoist priest who made the noise. Looking in the direction of his finger, he saw a three-foot-square circular shallow pit under a broken wall not far away. There was a person lying in the pit, looking at his clothes.

He was a low-level disciple in the Qingxu Palace. Most of his Taoist robes were destroyed by purple thunder. He was staring blankly at the sky, opening and closing his lips, mumbling something to himself.

Dao Jing shouted angrily at the young Taoist priest who was still standing dumbfounded: "Why don't you help him up when he only knows how to stand?" He ran forward without waiting for the young Taoist priest to reply.

Dao Jing did not hear the young Taoist priest behind him saying cowardly: "I...dare not..." He also did not understand lip reading, so he did not know what the disciple lying on his back in the pit was mumbling to himself.

"Who am I? Where is this place?"

He looked up at the high blue sky and thought blankly, but no matter how hard he tried to recall, he could only think of the purple fire and the indescribable pain.

Purple flames, purple flames are beating everywhere!

This was all he could think of.

In the boundless pain, he could only remember the moment that had just happened. It was not until the sky reappeared in front of him and the pain subsided slightly that he regained the ability to remember.

In an instant, countless pictures flashed through his mind. These pictures were fragmented and it was impossible to discern their true meaning. However, they were so real and unusual that he could not tell which ones were real and which ones were illusions.

"Dao Jing, be careful!" The calls of the real people behind him made Dao Jing's heart tremble. He stopped in an instant and stopped at the edge of the pit. At this moment, the man at the bottom of the pit had turned his face, with a pair of clear eyes.

His watery eyes were staring at Dao Jing.

boom!

In an instant, Dao Jing only felt that thousands of thunderbolts were exploding in his head at the same time, and thousands of golden snakes were dancing wildly in front of his eyes. As soon as the golden snake danced a few times, it exploded into countless tiny fragments of stray light, like a

A mirror broken into millions of pieces, each piece has a picture, recording all the states of all sentient beings. If the fragmented scene has substance, it wanders around indefinitely, just like cutting the consciousness in the center of Daojing's brain into pieces.

, every cut was painful. Immediately afterwards, another turbulent and cold murderous intent poured out from the scene. This murderous intent was so heavy. What frightened Dao Jing was that this murderous intent was even more indifferent. Even though there were

He could kill all the people in the world and still not feel any emotion in his heart. When the murderous intention surged, thousands of broken mirrors were replaced with images of massacre and cruelty.

The disciples of Qingxu Palace were naturally unaware of the changes in Jing's heart. They only saw Dao Jing's fat body rising into the air, with two thin lines of blood drawn from his nose, and his feet splashing out about ten feet away. They looked shocking and couldn't help it.

They all exclaimed.

The young man in the pit had already stood up, with purple flames flowing in his eyes, just staring at Dao Jing.

"This...isn't this Yin Feng?" a young Taoist priest shouted.

"Sure enough, it's him! Yin Feng injured Uncle Dao Jing!"

"Nonsense! Yinfeng has only been in Taoism for a few years, how could he hurt Uncle Daojing..."

Great changes occurred one after another. The young disciples of Qingxu Palace had long lost their bearings and formed a noisy group. The young man was attracted by the noise and turned to look at the young disciples. A chill gradually rose under his feet, and he felt quietly.

In the wind, a vague murderous intention spread unknowingly.

The noisy Qingxu Palace disciples shut up at almost the same moment, and there was silence for a moment. Only Dao Jing's huge body fell to the ground and made a roar.

The young man slowly scanned the audience. Wherever he looked, all the Qingxu Palace disciples were struck by invisible giant hammers. Their faces turned pale and they retreated hastily. Some of them were particularly timid, their legs weakened and they actually sat down.

He fell to the ground. The surrounding Qingxu disciples retreated like a tide, just exposing a few of them. These young disciples were extremely frightened for a moment, unable to hide, avoid, and unable to escape. In desperation, they unexpectedly

Suddenly burst into tears.

The young man looked around, opened his mouth slightly, blew out a puff of light purple gas, and then sighed in an inaudible voice: "It turns out that this is the mortal world..."

When he raised his legs, the wind blew, and clouds rose where he landed. He walked a few steps in front of the young disciples who could not move, and asked softly: "Then...who am I?"

With such a close distance, the few disciples who were already timid were so frightened that they were stunned by his murderous intention. They moved back wailing. Only one of them was a little bolder and pointed at him and said: "You,

You, you are Yin, Yinfeng! Don’t kill me, don’t kill me!”

At this time, a loud shout suddenly came from the side: "You are so bold and evil, you dare to go wild in Qingxu Palace and hurt my senior brother Daojing! With your meager skills, how dare you treat the world like no one else? Today I will let you see Qingxu Palace."

True Dharma!"

The young man turned around and saw a thin, middle-aged Taoist priest standing next to Dao Jing, pointing his fingers and scolding him. This Taoist priest had always been on good terms with Dao Jing. At this moment, he saw that Dao Jing's face was like gold paper, his nose was bleeding profusely, and he fell to the ground.

He got up, anxious and angry for a moment. After cursing, he raised his sword finger with his left hand and kept swiping it in front of his body, while at the same time chanting curses rapidly in his mouth.

He has profound skills. As soon as he raised his hand, seven-colored light sand poured out from his fingertips and floated in the air, condensing into gorgeous tracks. In an instant, a magic circle was about to take shape.

The young man frowned, stared at the Taoist priest, and said nothing. The Taoist just made eye contact with the young man, his hands froze, and the incantation in his mouth suddenly stopped, and then he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. He let out a cry,

He can actually forcibly activate Taoism.

The young man waited patiently for him to finish the Taoist spell, then he opened his lips and teeth lightly and shouted: "Broken!"

In an instant, it was like an invisible gust of wind blew by, sweeping away all the seven-color light sand around the Taoist priest, without even a single particle falling. The Taoist priest was stunned on the spot, rubbed his eyes, and then believed that the seven-color light sand he had sent had been blown away.

This boy was completely ruined by just one word!

He cheered up, took out another talisman from his arms, yelled, held the talisman in his left hand, and lit the real fire with the two index fingers of his right hand, and went towards the talisman. Unexpectedly, the young man yelled "Broken" again.

!", the charm actually ignited into a ball of fire and was destroyed.

As expected, the Taoist's Taoist skills were profound, and he immediately changed several spells one after another, all of which were advanced techniques that the ordinary disciples of Qingxu Palace next to him rarely saw. However, no matter how his Taoist skills changed, the young man just stood calmly and shouted.

Broken, that is, broken cleanly.

"Yinfeng, since you were born in Qingxu, why are you so disrespectful to the teacher?" This question came from afar, and its voice was loud and clear, quietly dispersing the murderous intention in the field. While the question was still echoing, a voice

A real man walked slowly over. He looked about fifty years old, with a fairy-like spirit and an ethereal aura all over his body.

The Taoist priest shouted to Yinfeng: "Evil disciple, why don't you quickly pay your respects to Master Xuxuan?!"

The young man still stood with his hands behind his hands, and said calmly: "I worship the heaven and the earth first, and the great road secondly. In this turbid world, what place can there be for ordinary people to worship?"

The Taoist was so angry that he was trembling all over, pointing at the young man, and was speechless for a moment. He was determined to step forward and fight, but the young man was obviously of low moral character, but his evil ways were tight, and all his proud Taoism was destroyed with just one word.

It's clean. He just wants to fight hard, so how can he fight?
To be continued...