Jiuzun asked

"After all, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, which is also a gift and a calamity." Zhuang Mengzhou woke up like a dream, and his hair turned gray in an instant.

"Ning Wumengdie's dream, don't give it a gift, don't rob it."

That Zhuang Miao also looked dazed, sluggish on the ground, looking at his teacher in his life, it was also his chance in his life, and it was also his calamity in his life.

"Have you ever heard of Nightless Nine Rivers?" Xiao asked softly.

Both Zhuang Mengzhou and Zhuang Miao had dull eyes and looked rather sluggish, but they saw the blue clouds recede and a ray of sky fell on the three of them.

"Nightless Jiuchuan." Zhuang Mengzhou called out, and said softly, "Maybe it's a god or demon."

The surrounding area was still full of dead energy, but it was blown away by the light and clear wind!

That nightless Jiuchuan's eyes were deeply imprinted in Xiao Wenwen's sea of ​​consciousness. After thinking about it carefully, they were really quite familiar.

He seems to be a relative, an old friend, and the Asking Sword in his hand...

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The next day, Zhuang Mengzhou wanted to enter Taihao Qi Yuan with Xiao Wendao, but was delayed for three days by this accident.

The master and apprentice stayed in a wooden hut for three days.

In the wooden hut, there was no sound, it was silent.

Suddenly, the door opened and the sky brightened.

Zhuang Mengzhou was dressed in red, with a guqin on his back, and said softly, "Zhuang Miao and I will go together."

Xiao asked indifferently, and followed Zhuang Mengzhou towards Qiyuan.

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Taihao Qiyuan, ethereal soul.

Taoist Dimple Zong, I heard that when someone enters Taihao Qiyuan, thousands of people will look at him from time to time.

"Hidden soul hall."

When Xiao Wenwen looked at the building in front of him, he saw thousands of people standing in front of the main hall.

"Do you know...why the female cultivator of the dimple sect didn't step out of this Lancang Mountain?" Zhuang Mengzhou called out, picking up a piece of orchid and holding it in the palm of his hand.

"For Immortal Emperor Taihao?"

"Humph..." Zhuang Mengzhou said lightly, "How can there be such thousands of lovesickness."

Xiao Wenwen took a look, but saw fireflies dotted on the Hall of Hidden Souls, like stars in the sky.

"If the abyss of energy doesn't collapse, who dares to enter the world." Zhuang Meng shouted on Zhou Zhou, staring at the little fireflies on the Hall of Hidden Souls.

"Here are the soul breaths of 3000 people."

Suddenly, Xiao Wenwen was startled, and immediately understood the method of Immortal Emperor Taihao, using power to restrain the soul, even if he couldn't love love, he would love love.

The tens of thousands of female cultivators left behind by the dimple sect are just "widows".

Zhuang Mengzhou was holding the ancient and wonderful qin, but he saw the word "Dusheng" engraved on the qin.

"This song is an inch of lovesickness and an inch of gray."

In an instant, the sound of the zither is faint. The first smell is crying blood, the second smell is heartbreaking, and the third smell is breaking people's hearts.

When the song is finished, the guqin is broken.

Zhuang Mengzhou carried half of the guqin, stepped on the soul table in the hall of hidden souls, took down a soul bottle, and held it in his palm.

"Even if I die, I will be perfect."

When Xiao Wenwen looked at Zhuang Mengzhou's expression, it seemed that he had lost all his thoughts.

This red dress looks like a person...

Really like Nalan Chanyi...

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"Qiyuan is cut off from the world, and the tiny spirit you are looking for is in this trapped palace of Qiyuan." After Zhuang Mengzhou finished speaking, he turned into a swallowtail butterfly and landed on Xiao Wenwen's left shoulder.

"If you die in the abyss of qi, your life and soul will be guaranteed to escape into reincarnation."

Xiao Wenwen nodded lightly, knowing that this Taihao Qiyuan might be his catastrophe.

"Muel... you are waiting here."

"Wait until I come out of the abyss."

Zhuang Miao looked at the black butterfly she had turned into, nodded lightly and said: "I would like to obey... the teacher's order."

In an instant, Zhuang Miao's state of mind seemed to have matured a lot...

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As soon as I breathed into the abyss, I saw that the extreme sky was muddled.

"This place is the place where Taihao practiced Taoism back then, and it is not only dangerous." Zhuang Mengzhou shouted, and continued: "He opened the world and this place, so he used the sky and the earth as his law, and one thought as his art, and here is his forbidden soul. "

Xiao Wenwen lived in the Qiyuan, and he seemed to feel that this situation seemed familiar.

Looking into the eyes, there are countless formations in this abyss of energy.

One step into the killing formation, the other step into the trapped formation.

"hiss···."

As soon as he entered this abyss, even Xiao Wenwen couldn't help feeling tense, his legs seemed to be lifting a thousand-weight mountain.

His feet are like a thousand weights, and his body is like the weight of the sky.

At the first thought, Wuji Fengtian Jue.

Zhuang Meng Zhou looked at Xiao Wendao who was standing there, thought he wanted to rest for a while, but saw that he was as light as a feather.

Even Zhuang Mengzhou, who has practiced Taoism for tens of thousands of years, has never seen this kind of Taoism.

Zhuang Mengzhou knew that this place was the "Chongshan Formation" set up by Immortal Emperor Taihao.

Back then, there was a fairy who strayed into the Chongshan formation.In one breath, it turned into blood foam and died on the spot.

And that immortal way, whose cultivation base has reached the level of an immortal monarch, surpasses the current Xiao Wen by a whole realm.

Even the Immortal Emperor Taihao back then, who entered the Chongshan formation, could not be as light as a feather.

"Is there anyone else who envies the soul?"

Suddenly, in the deep and mountainous place, one person exclaimed, even Xiao Wendao was shocked.

In an instant, he saw a hundred feet away, the bloody eyes lifted, and the air of death filled the air.

"The Way of Demon Refining."

Zhuang Mengzhou looked at the human way, and knew that the person in front of him was definitely not a kind person.

Ding bell... Ding... Ding.

A strange sound of copper bells, lingering around his side from time to time, seems like a song like a song, quite ear-piercing.

"Life is life and death is life, and death and death are life and death. Huangquan is not burned, and the soul of life enters the Tao."

Xiao Wen asked for joy in his heart for no reason, it seemed that this thought was dead, but it was full of life.

I saw that treacherous demon refining Taoist, hanging the copper bell above his head, and a pair of white pupils floating in the air.

"Back then, when Immortal Emperor Taihao opened the sky, he was also a fairy cultivator, and also a god and demon." Zhuang Mengzhou sighed lightly, and continued: "Therefore, this place is also a place that demon cultivators covet."

In an instant, the devil's voice entered my ears, disturbing my heart.

Xiao Wenwen's mind was agitated, his Daoist heart was unstable, but he saw that the cultivator of refining demons was like a ghost.

"Hey, I have the unique way of lightning method, which can eliminate evil spirits. I have a lightning-gathering talisman, but..."

Zhuang Mengzhou hadn't finished speaking when he saw Xiao Wendao holding his Wendao sword, attracting thunder and lightning from the sky, like a demon.

As a cultivator of demon refining, when he looked at Xiao Wenwen's sword tip and the thunder and lightning light, he let out a devil's cry, and wanted to run away.

"Shen Lei Yan Bing."

Zhuang Meng looked at Xiao Wendao's figure on weekdays, but his heart moved. Is he... the incarnation of Immortal Emperor Taihao?

Thousands of sword qi burst forth.

Within a thousand feet around, there was a thunderstorm, but seeing the Taoist cultivator, he knelt on the spot without avoiding it.

"Tianzun...forgive me."

A thunderstorm, retractable freely.

In a flash of thunder, it dissipated invisible three inches above the head of Dao of Refining Demons.

Zhuang Meng looked at Moxiu on weekdays, but he was sincere and apprehensive, and said in a low voice: "The people of Moxiu are all treacherous people with likes and dislikes, you must be careful."

Xiao Wenwen didn't say a word, and rose from the fire together, abolishing the cultivation base of that demon cultivator.

He touched Colorless Lihuo with his fingertips, and was surprised to see Moxiu's appearance.

"You are...a woman."

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed away, away from the fire and extinguished, only to hear the demon cultivator call: "Ghost blowing the lamp, don't get close."