Jiuzun asked

The word "Pan Zun" on the imperial edict dissipated under the sky fire, and Yuanshan's shackles were loosened.

But branding the Dragon Soul Curse is not an easy task.

"It's a great favor for Dao Zun to help the Yuanshan Jiao clan." Mo Jiao, the leader, cupped his hands and continued: "But the curse branded by the dragon soul cannot be solved by Taoism."

Mo Jiao bowed his head and saluted, while the blue cloud above Yuanshan turned into a gray dog, barking like a dog looking up to the sky, biting the sun and the moon.

"This is the handwriting of some demon saint."

Xiao asked to see that the fantasy of this soul curse was definitely not the handiwork of the monkeys in the Great Sacred Sect, they did not have such means.

"Ghost Valley...eating cranes." Mo Jiao bowed his head in response, his old eyes full of murderous intent.

"Blood is used as a matchmaker, and the curse must be solved with blood." The alcoholic three idiots shouted, seeing that this was a knot.

The battle between the Crane and Flood Dragon is not caused by natural enemies, but that there was a festival when the chaos in the heavens first opened, and it has long been an inextricable knot.

"Where is Guigu Mountain?" Xiao asked quietly.

Mo Jiao pondered and looked at Xiao Wendao's expression, he didn't seem to be lying, his old eyes moved, and he knelt down and said, "Immortal Venerable...you don't have to go to Guigu Mountain, there is a traitor crane demon in the Great Sacred Sect. But... .”

Xiao Wenwen looked at Mo Jiao, feeling distressed, and said in a low voice, "Let's ask."

Mo Jiao was not procrastinating, and asked: "My Jiaolong belongs to the old Taoist."

What he said was that he didn't believe that there are good people in the heavens. Although he was grateful in his heart, he had to pay the price after all.If it was such a price, the Yuanshan Jiao clan couldn't bear it, even if they stayed in Yuanshan to death, they couldn't cut off the Yuanshan Jiao clan's bloodline.

"You'll understand later." Xiao asked, but he didn't want to say more, and he didn't want to bring Chunchun to the table.

After all, Chunchun and the Yuanshan Jiao Clan also had an incompatible relationship.

Seeing Xiao Wenwen's expression, Mo Jiao didn't want to say more, thinking that this Yuanshan has something to offer, so he felt at ease.

"You are right here." Xiao asked, unwilling to let the drunkard go with him.

This is also a consideration, after all, no one knows the depth of the Great Saint Mansion.And Yuanshan is dominated by drunkards, and there are not many people who can fight against drunkards in the huge world of good fortune.

"Okay..." The alcoholic three idiots stretched their waists, lying on the top of Yuanshan Mountain.

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Bamian City, the layout of the city is based on the Taoist gossip layout.

Looking down from the sky, in the Eight Faces City, the day and night are different, and the feng shui is excellent.The flow of immortal energy in this city is continuous, and there is an endless stream of human immortals and demon saints.

In Bamian City, most Qizong and Danzong walked in it, and few sword cultivators were seen.

The holy statues in the city are all monkey saints, arrogant and arrogant, and everyone in Bamian City knows the legend of "Great Saint".

Not under the jurisdiction of Qilin, not under the control of Phoenix!

He even disdains immortals, gods and demons, and is often proud of eating immortals every day, fighting to break the sky, eating millions of immortals and destroying the heavens.

Legend has it that the patriarch of the Great Sacred Sect had long considered cultivating Taoism as the Immortal Emperor, and refining it into the Immortal King.

As soon as Xiao Wenwen entered the Bamian City, he had already heard the deeds of this great sage through 10 years.

And Bamian City is adjacent to Beishu Mountain. It can be regarded as the largest city in the northern border in the fortune world.

The Great Sacred Sect is located in the "Bajie Cave" in Juling Mountain in the northwest of Bamian City, and it is also a rare fairy cave in the entire Great Sacred City.

At this time, Xiao Wendao was standing outside Bajie Cave, with the corpses of demon saints behind him.

Sea of ​​blood, vengeance!

Outside the Bajie Cave, a demon saint from the Heavenly Immortal Realm stood on the ground holding a purple mans gossip sword. He was ten feet long and stood with his head bowed, but there was no anger in his eyes.

This demon saint couldn't see Xiao Wendao's methods, he might have seen Xiao Wendao's Taoism, and these little demons who died were insignificant people.

"Fellow Daoist...how angry." The man called out with a gentle tone.

"I don't like seeing you." Xiao asked.

In a breath, the embroidery needles transformed by the Kunlun Tianji stick burst out, and the demon sage hadn't recovered from his senses, and there was a bloody color between his eyebrows, like plum blossoms in March.

A burst of fire burned his body, and it was full of ashes.

This resolute method really made the demon saint of the Great Sacred Sect tremble with fright, and then retreated into the Bajie Cave.

Xiao Wenwen glanced at the hundred-foot-tall statue of the demon saint in Bamian City. He stood on the statue, snapped off the head of the statue, and threw it out of the Bajie Cave of the Great Sacred Sect.

Suddenly, the Giant Spirit Mountain trembled, and from the Bajie Cave, there was a chilling aura.

The layout of the entire Bamian City suddenly turned into a "dead city", but the ascetics in the Bamian City disappeared.

Above the dome of the sky in Bamian City, dark clouds were pressing down on the city, but within the dark clouds, a mirror appeared, the mirror surface was simple and unsophisticated, like a giant spirit god, holding that ancient mirror, reflecting Xiao Wendao's figure.

"Heaven Palm Realm... Debate the True Body."

A simple and unsophisticated speech came out from the Bajie Cave, and I saw the Zhangtian territory, covering the entire Xiao Wendao.

But the figure behind the mirror is a white-haired Taoist in a black and purple Taoist robe. The Taoist's face is haggard, his fingertips are thin, and the mirror surface is like a mirror lake, rippling with smoke.

"Heaven palm spell... Pugao Wanling."

"The soul of the disciple... the five internal organs are mysterious."

"The blue dragon and the white tiger... against the wind and the cloud."

"Taiyi has a life... Zhu Xian's law."

The old man with white hair was chanting "Heaven Palm Mantra Spirit", and it was quite difficult, as if his knowledge was too shallow to control the Sky Palm Mirror.

But in the end, the white-haired old man was bleeding from his seven orifices, using the blood as a sacrifice, and saw a crack in the sky palm mirror, and a giant hand coming out of the lens, covering the sky.

Xiao Wenwen raised his head and looked at the giant palm, the palm print reads "wind", and he remembered it, the Tao of Three Lives.

It seemed that Xiao Wendao's body was swallowed by the Sky Palm Mirror, and a smear of blood appeared on the mirror surface of the Sky Palm Mirror.

The white-haired old man had a treacherous smile on his lips, and put the mirror in his hand, his old eyes looked at the mirror, but his face was full of strange colors.

"Impossible...impossible."

At this time, the Holy Master of the Great Saint Sect, with drooping eyelids, said with a smile: "Who is it... the demon saint."

He also looked sideways, and when he saw the mirror of Zhang Tianjing, his face was shocked, and within a breath, there was no trace of blood.

"There's nothing... there's nothing."

The Holy Master of the Great Saint Sect muttered to himself, and staggered back. The white-haired old man hurriedly supported the Great Holy Master to stabilize his figure.

"Impossible...impossible."

The disciples and grandchildren of the Great Saint Sect did not know why the faces of the Holy Master and the Immortal Master changed drastically.

The Zhangtian mirror can be described as the most created "fairy tool" in the world of good fortune, and it is also the handwriting of the "magic machine" above the 33 heavens.

The greatest good fortune of Zhang Tianjing is not to subdue demons, saints and immortals, but to be able to see the details of any cultivator.

Whether it is a human immortal or a demon saint, one can see their natal magic weapon or the real body of the demon saint.

There is nothing in the palm sky mirror.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the two of them.

"The dog path...can be used again."