The heavens begin from the Daluo Hall

Chapter 190 Go to
In the sky, Wu Ming soared through the clouds, chasing the rainbow and piercing the clouds in the dense canopy of built trees covering the sky, and followed Fan Wei to a large pavilion formed by intertwined branches and leaves.

He glanced at the eight people present, all of whom were young in appearance, profound in Taoism, and unique in temperament, and all of them were monks who had reached the realm of supernatural powers, and they had walked a considerable distance.

There are a few familiar people, Cen Qing, Nan Gongxian, Huang Jing, Zhang Yuanqing,...

Wu Ming who fell from mid-air greeted one by one, and several of them returned the salute with smiles, but when he saw Zhang Yuanqing, he was a little surprised in his heart, and bowed in a neutral manner.

Unexpectedly, the boy took the initiative to apologize and said, "Brother Wu, what happened before is my fault."

Wu Ming was surprised, and looked at Zhang Yuanqing. The teenage boy's complexion was a little reddish, and he was uncomfortable, and it didn't seem like the other party could say these words.

In fact, this was indeed the case. That day when Zhang Yuanqing went back, Master Xiao pointed out that although the boy was embarrassed due to his temperament, he still obediently apologized according to the senior sister's order.

"It's okay, who wouldn't want to earn a scripture at a time by gambling."

Wu Ming deliberately smiled and said.

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing blushed and froze on the spot, at a loss, not knowing whether to leave angrily or continue to stay and apologize.

"A child living in an ivory tower does not have much opinion."

Seeing this, Wu Ming shook his head and didn't bother to pay attention, it's better to say that he prefers to bully this kind of stubborn little guy, no matter how experienced old Youtiao pokes him, he will just hum a few times and let him scold him.

"Little brother is naughty, how offending."

Suddenly a gentle Taoist stepped forward to break the deadlock between the two.

Wu Ming glanced at the other party, and immediately understood who it was. Zhang Yuanjing, the first true biography of the Supreme Master, sensed the other party's erratic aura, and he was thoughtful, this person should not be far from the Yuanshen.

But he felt that it would not be difficult for him to defeat Zhang Yuanjing.

"It's okay, this matter has already compensated me with a scripture, I was just teasing Yuan Qing one or two."

The Zhang family is powerful, and Wu Ming didn't want to continue the grievances, so he said casually.

I heard that Zhang Yuanqing stared wide-eyed, aggrieved, and returned 'Yuanqing'?He really regarded himself as an elder, but Zhang Yuanjing stopped him and said gently to Wu Ming: "If junior brother encounters trouble in Taihuangdongtian, you can help each other."

Wu Ming nodded politely, and muttered to himself, 'It's not sure who will save who at that time. '

The few people were not familiar with each other, so after a few pleasantries, they each found a place to sit and meditate.

Almost all the true disciples came, except for one who seemed to have exchanged interests with the Zhang family, and Zhang Yuanqing took his place.

Five of the ten people have developed supernatural powers, and the rest are in the stage of refining gangsters, and they basically have their own unique skills, such as Fan Wei's strange fate method, Zhang Yuanqing's dragon and tiger road map.

It's just that, for such an important matter, Wu Ming felt a little weird that there was no one elder who came here.

At this time, Fan Wei leaned over and said with a low smile: "You must know that if you have supernatural powers and high skills, you are already the master of a sect, and the Yuanshen has someone to watch it specially. In addition, no one in the real world has a few cards, which is enough for the Yuanshen Daoist Barely save your life, don't be afraid too much."

Only then did Wu Ming understand that there is a treasure in the Taishang Sect, which can reshape a body with a similar cultivation level just by extracting a ray of breath from a disciple.

But the supernatural powers are immortal, and for Dazong Zhenchuan, as long as the true spirit is immortal, even if the cultivation base is completely lost, the soul is scattered, and it belongs to the category of damage that can be accepted by experience.

As for the method of strangling the true spirit, even the Daoist Yuanshen few mastered it, and most of the channels tacitly follow the unspoken rules of not strangling the true spirit.

"Junior Brother, you don't know. In Taihuangdongtian, the three major domains sent Lingxu immortals to lead a dozen or so souls to face each other across the air to maintain a certain balance."

Fan Wei said indifferently.

"The situation is serious."

Wu Ming said with emotion, when he was about to point out the world, suddenly the sky was roaring, the hazy scene changed drastically, many strange stars flickered, and a huge tentacle of Jianmu entrenched on the crystal wall of the cave slowly pierced through the void and penetrated into the unknown. Famous place.

Booming, a vortex burst open, and this small world seemed to be directly connected to reality. The scenery on the opposite side of the vortex emerged, a large towering Great Wall stood upright, and the chilling barracks were stationed in succession.

"This is..." Wu Ming said in astonishment: "The border of Youzhou?!"

"The Xingvortex has already opened, there is no need to delay, let's enter quickly."

Big brother Zhang Yuanjing gave a loud shout, took the lead and turned into a ray of light and submerged into the vast vortex in the sky, followed by several true disciples also stepped into the vortex without hesitation.

Wu Ming followed, feeling a gust of wind blowing by, and he suddenly came to a strange world, the ground was boundless with vast grassland, the sky was dark and dark red, and the cold wind hit.

He suddenly turned his head, and a huge and magnificent branch and leaf hung down from the dome behind him. The sharp tip touched the void, spreading and wrapping up a vortex, reflecting the scenery of the cave in the fairyland over there.

But soon, the emerald-green branches and leaves of the Qiuqiu slowly retracted, the vortex shrank to a point, and then disappeared, and the sky returned to its original shape.

"The tree builder, the world tree, connects all dharma realms."

Wu Ming took a deep breath, Laoshan blessed land is closed and closed, and can be self-contained, while Taishangdongtian is stronger, standing outside the sky, and can be found by unconventional means.

Combined with Jianmu's ability to cross space and cave to return at any time, it has both offensive and defensive capabilities, and is more deterrent than apocalyptic strikes and intercontinental missiles.

Only if there is a disagreement, the outer defense of the fortress can be forcibly broken, the weak internal organs can be penetrated directly, and the abundant martial arts that can be used to reduce the dimensionality of the Yuanshen Daoist and the Lingxu Immortal are worthy of the three major veins.

"There is still some time left in Taihuangdongtian, let's go to Youzhou Army to stay for a while."

Zhang Yuanjing greeted him.

After the words fell, all the Supreme Masters nodded, and controlled the rainbow light, and landed on a military camp on the edge of the Great Wall.

"You Taishang Taoists can stay in the Bianbi army for a while, and the Youzhou army will be full of glory."

A tall general in crimson armor came forward, full of vitality and blood, like a round of scorching sun, he had already reached the realm of martial saints, with a large army and official seals, he could rival the real Yuanshen.

This man is the commander-in-chief of the Youzhou iron cavalry, a Zhonglang general with a rank of five thousand stones, and the title of the general of the Emperor Han is very valuable, and he is basically only a few people in the army.

Wu Ming didn't greet the high-level Youzhou army with his seniors. He inquired alone and found his old friend Wang Heng.

In a tent, the lights were brightly lit.

The two drank Xianqiong, Wu Ming laughed and said: "Brother Wang is doing well, he can get an independent tent in the army."

"Hey, it's nothing more than a Sima from another tribe whose rank is more than a thousand stones. His cultivation barely reaches the level of an innate martial artist. How can he compare to you. You have become a supernatural being in just a few years. The world changes too fast."

Wang Heng was drunk, and chattered: "My son is about to be sent to Wuyou Ghost Country to build a foundation at the age of six. This kid has a brighter future than me. Now the two countries are about to fight. Can't pave the way for him."

Wu Ming listened and remained silent. The catastrophe is about to start and it will be another ten years of catastrophe for common people. A speck of dust falling on a person is like a mountain.

(End of this chapter)