What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 4: The Prestige of a Saint
"Isn't this too exciting!?" Xu Ji said uncontrollably as he looked at a flying sword that was constantly circling around him.

This sword is not long, at most [-] to [-] centimeters.

The whole body of the sword is jujube black, as if there is some kind of obscure brilliance.

On the sword body, there are green leaves, which continue to appear as the sword body shuttles.

Xu Ji was shocked to see it.

Because this sword is extremely powerful.

The countless treasures in the mist, every time they encounter this sword edge, they will take the initiative to back down and dare not fight against it.

Fortunately, the sword seemed to recognize him.

Just circling around his body, it seems extremely intimate.

Xu Ji couldn't help but think of the big yellow dog 'A Huang' that he raised when he was a child.

'A Huang' is a local dog, very spiritual.

Every time he comes home from school and pushes open the door, 'A Huang' must be waiting at the door.

I remember one time, he and the neighbor's children fought over something.

When Ah Huang heard the sound, he immediately rushed out of the house and grinned at the other children.

The other party was so frightened that he cried and ran home to complain.

This sword is also normal.

Just when he had the idea of ​​'panic', he automatically flew out of the mist and shuttled around him.

The green leaves stretched out, as if to give him courage, as if to say: Don't be afraid, master, I am here!No matter how small it is, it is only a sword.

But the problem is...

Xu Ji looked at the flying sword that was constantly surrounding him.

He bowed his head.

"I'm just a Xibei!"

"Don't talk about magical powers, you can't even draw talismans!"

"If I encounter this old monster's enemy and come at me... I'm afraid I'm not going to be directly smashed to pieces!"

Xu Ji is self-aware.

He is just an ordinary person who graduated from the second degree.

The shoulders cannot be resisted, and the hands cannot be lifted.

How can we survive in a world of immortal heroes that is full of crises and may stage murder and treasure hunts at every turn?
What if there is a magic weapon?

He won't use it.

Therefore, these magic weapons may also become the source of their own death.

The common man is innocent, but he is guilty!

The flying sword seemed to sense his emotions.

The sword light is getting higher and higher.

The green leaves that appeared on the sword changed from virtual to solid.

Green leaves appeared in the mist, which were lotus leaves condensed by sword light.

Above the lotus leaf, the destructive power spread out, arousing countless magical treasures in the entire stone room, resonating one after another.

Dao Dao Divine Light rose, reflecting the entire stone room into boundless light.

Xu Ji was stunned.

"Sure enough!"

"It's just too exciting!"

So many magic weapons...

This old monster's net worth is too rich, right?
However, the more this is the case, the more worried Xu Ji is.

In this stone room, the number of magical treasures collected is inexhaustible.

There are so many treasures that the old monster never made by himself.

There shouldn't be such a boring old monster!
Therefore, there can only be one answer: I am afraid most of these treasures belong to others.

As for how to get here?

Isn't that easy?
Murder for treasure!

This old monster that he has passed through is probably the old ancestor of this immortal world, a giant of the evil way.

Typical villain!

If it is known, this big villain will not even know how to make treasures.

I am afraid that it will be staged immediately, the plot of the world's righteous path besieging the ancestors of the demon sect.

With his small arms and calves, he was about to be wheeled over rice.

But now, so many magic weapons are shining brightly, I'm afraid it's not to tell everyone by typing on the public screen: I have a lot of treasures here, you can grab them if you have the ability!

In case there is another stunned green, really come to snatch it, and pierce his tiger skin...

So he panicked even more!

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Tian Peng shivered, holding the Heavenly Court Talisman in his hand, and stood on the blue wave in front of Zizhi Cliff.

This heavenly general, at this moment, only felt that his legs were filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all.

Every pore on his body was trembling with shiver.

In the soul, only one thought flashed: Danger!

He wanted to cry but looked at the sky above Zizhi Cliff.

I saw that on the Zizhi Cliff, a sword shadow hung high, bursting with infinite light, stirring the vitality of the world.

The clouds on the sky have become chaotic under the control of the sword shadow.

For a time, the stars are dim, the golden crow is colorless, and the sun is dark!
The whole world seems to have lost its color.

Flowers are withering, green leaves are withering, and everything is crying!
The waves under his feet were also boiling and rolling, roaring furiously.

Let him sway, and even stand unsteady.

Only with the help of the protection of the Heavenly Court Talisman in his hand, he was not swept into the seabed of the East China Sea by a wave.

Even so, the canopy was dripping with sweat, and the whole body was cold, and I regretted it!
At this moment, he finally knew what the power of a saint was!
He also finally understood why, for thousands of years, the sect master had been trapped in the Biyou Palace, and the sky and the ground were still talking about his name and his color changed!
Such a glorious power, such a power of heaven and earth.

The leader of the sect is worthy of being the first to kill under the sect of Taoist ancestors!

"Why am I so rude!?" He lamented, "I have to talk too much!"

"it's good now!"

"Dead!"

He complained to himself in bits and pieces: "Old Zhu, Lao Zhu, you say, even with your shallow cultivation, you dare to interfere in the affairs of the saint?"

"Don't know how to write the word gray?"

Righteously talking, the breath on Zizhi Cliff became more and more terrifying.

The sky seemed to have fallen.

Thick dark clouds rolled down, although there was no thunder, no thunder was heard.

But in the dark clouds, there are countless brilliance of spiritual treasures, which are faint, as if they are ready to go.

The waves under my feet became more and more turbulent.

The waves that rolled up sounded like the sound of a sword, clanging loudly.

The two fights made him shiver.

"Grey! Grey!"

"My old Zhu is going to be ashes today!" Tian Peng collapsed on the waves in front of Zizhi Cliff. He only remembered to hold on to the Heavenly Court Talisman in his hand, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw. Same.

He didn't know that the terrifying power on the Zizhi Cliff was the sect master who was deducing some extremely terrifying supernatural power?

Or should I just give him a little bit of color to the blind little god who communicated on behalf of the Jade Emperor?

But Tianpeng still recognized the sword shadow hanging on the Zizhi Cliff.

That must be the phantom of Qingping Sword!
According to legend, the innate spiritual treasure that the sect leader took with him!

It is also the innate treasure that intercepts the teaching and suppresses the luck, and its status is still above the four swords of Zhuxian!
So, there will be the present scene.

Wanbao echoes, the world resonates!
So he understood that he was a little careless, and he was afraid that he would immediately get into trouble on the spot!
The saints in Biyou Palace were never good-tempered.

Tianpeng remembered a secret he heard in the heaven after he ascended.

It is said that when the Great Tribulation of the Gods was conferred back then, in the Myriad Immortals formation, the sect master was angry with the crown, and he had to re-train the earth, water, wind and fire.

Although I don't know if it's true or not.

But the hole may not be without wind!
A saint who has to re-train even when he is extremely angry, if he has an attack, he can find an excuse at will.

His life, immediately gray!
It is also this Tianpeng who has a deep blessing. When even a plop, he raised the talisman in his hand high, urging the light of the heaven to shine in all directions, and shouted in his mouth: "The teacher is on top, the disciple Tianpeng, Feng Hao. The decree of the Tianjin Quemira Heavenly Palace has come to pay homage to the teacher, and I hope that the teacher will accept the supernatural powers and forgive the disciples!"

By the power of Fu Zhao's voice transmission.

The canopy's voice actually crossed the layers of waves, countless dark clouds, and reached the Biyou Palace, echoing in the depths of the palace.

Tianpeng knows that this is the special feature of the Heavenly Court Talisman.

It was a privilege bestowed by the Taoist ancestors to the Jade Emperor.

Even the sage dojo can communicate without hindrance and without isolation.

But this privilege cannot be used easily.

Otherwise, there is suspicion of disrespecting saints.

But now, Tianpeng has no other way but to bite the bullet and use the power of this talisman to communicate directly with Biyou Palace.

no way!
Otherwise, I am afraid it will be gray!

The phantom of the Qingping Sword has stirred up the power of the world.

Can't say, the next moment will be a killing intent.

Fortunately, he is also clever, knows the relationship of clinging, and calls himself a 'disciple', calling himself a disciple.

And this is actually in theory, it is also said in the past.

Although it is said that the Dao in the world is passed down by Dao ancestors.

However, under the Taoist ancestor, how many people can understand the mystery of the Taoist Dao?

Therefore, preaching is different.

And the Taoism practiced by the human race was handed down by the Sanqing.

This sect leader is one of the three clears, so Tianpeng's last sentence of 'teaching teacher' can barely count.

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"Teacher in charge is above, disciple Tianpeng, according to the decree of Haotian Jinque Miluo Tiangong, came to pay homage to Teacher, and I hope that Teacher has received magical powers and forgives the disciple!"

Shouting loudly into the ears.

Xu Ji was stunned.

"Teacher in charge?"

"This old monster I traveled through is really a big boss in this world!" He thought, chewing on the information and intelligence revealed in it.

"Tianpeng...it seems very familiar!"

"Could it be..."

A vivid image appeared in his mind.

The fat-headed and big-eared guy with a rake shouted in a panic, "Brother Monkey, Brother Monkey, the master was captured by the monster!"

"I'd better go back to Gao Lao Zhuang!"

So, Xu Ji couldn't help laughing.

Immediately, he shook his head again: "It shouldn't be him!"

But this smile also dispelled the panic and nervousness he had experienced since crossing.

Let him calm down.

The treasured sword that was constantly shuttled around him, showing pieces of green lotus leaves, also became quiet and automatically fell in front of him, stretched out and grabbed it in his hand.

As soon as he started, Baojian had a very close connection with him.

As if the sword were part of his body.

They are very close to each other.

Moreover, holding this sword, Xu Ji felt extremely steady and at ease.

As if with a sword in hand, there is no place in the sky that cannot be cut, and there is no one who cannot be cut to death.

Even the sky can also poke a hole.

Even if Xu Ji doesn't understand magic weapons, he also understands that this sword in his hand is probably a great treasure!
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The wind was calm, the clouds closed and the sky was clear.

Tianpeng got up tremblingly and looked at Zizhi Cliff ahead.

The cliff that stands above the thousands of miles of blue waves in the secret realm of the East China Sea is now shining brightly.

Qingyun purple smoke condenses the auspicious mist, Yuchen essence lingers, and the sun and moon are blooming.

Wannian old cypress, lush and lush, with peach fragrant apricots blooming all over the palace.

The light of moral auspiciousness rises into the sky.

Immortal mist rises in it, and the fragrance of the innate and infinite comes to the nostrils.

Biyou Palace!
This sage's dojo, which had been hidden for thousands of years, finally appeared from Zizhi Cliff!

Even though Tian Peng wiped off his sweat, he respectfully walked towards the saintly dojo, and did not dare to wait for someone to pick him up.

Because he knew that after proclaiming himself a god, the sect master was trapped in Biyou Palace, separated from the world for a long time. Not only did he dismiss the boys who were serving under the door, but he even put his mounts on the mountains, leaving him unattended.

From then on, the sage was alone and alone, in the blue light stone room.

Does anyone know what he is doing?
No one has ever seen him!
But there is one thing, in heaven and earth, it is clear: Intercept sect master has always paid for his kindness and righteousness, and his hatred will be avenged!
Conferred God's catastrophe, suffered such a big loss.

How can you just let it go?
The disciple boy was dismissed, and even the mount was returned to the mountain tomb.

Isn't this just telling everyone: the cause and effect of conferred gods, we will settle together in the next catastrophe!
(End of this chapter)