Lingxian Zhenjun

"You guys want to go down to earth, but I won't give it to you!"

The faint words floated in the wind and rain, and fell into the ears of the surrounding people and gods, making them look over in astonishment.

"what?!"

Kui Mulang's voice exploded, followed by another sentence: "How dare you!"

Regardless of the fact that there was still a sword behind him, the dragon body that was faster than his feet rushed to the opposite side like crazy. The wriggling white dragon billowed up, waving its long body to stop the wolf-headed, human-body fairy, and lay in the middle of the opponent's progress. , Bai Susu raised his head: "Sir, go away!"

The shaken Han Youniang wiped the blood stains from the corner of her mouth, and rushed over with a roar of "Ah!", but was knocked over by Kui Mulang with a casual swing, and rolled on the ground with another pounce, hugging the opponent's legs.

Bai Jiao was also entangled in Kui Mulang at this moment, trying her best not to let the fairy approach Chen Yuan. She didn't understand why the other party had to go towards the husband, but since the other party wanted to do this, it must be right to do the opposite.

"You guys... go away!"

No matter how Kui Mulang used his divine power to knock this person and a monster into the air, he rushed forward without fear of death, entangled him, and made him upset and wanted to end them, but Chen Yuan in front of his vision was watching with a smile on his face. Looking at himself, the raised hand gathered bright Dharma light.

"I am the cause, and there will be results later... If I hadn't come, you would have no chance to take advantage of it."

"Hehe, Erlang Zhenjun, don't go too far with your big words, I'm still here." Yin Jiao tilted his head, "It's almost time, if you can't take me down, go to the sky and cry. See if there are any gods willing help you."

The disheveled, ragged crazy old man sat in the shade of a tree, yawned, and lay down lazily.

"Go back quickly, dear boy, and bring some food tonight."

"Chen Yuan!!"

Luodu is thousands of miles away, and Yuejie people flock to cross the Ruihe River. The lonely little girl is holding three copper coins and standing in front of two piles of tombs, and timidly handed them to the man.

Then, a small figure standing on a steam wheel stopped him halfway, "Kui Mulang, how many more rounds do you want to fight with the prince?"

There was thunder again, and among the blue and white lightning, Chen Yuan's robe flew up in the wind, and as the mana gathered in her hands became brighter and brighter, traces of blood oozed from her eyes, nose, nose, and ears.

"Chen Yuan..." Kui Mulang slowed down his tone, and took a step closer: "Even if it's a chess piece, what you get in return is an opportunity that many people can't even dream of. To become a fairy, so many emperors and generals can't even dream of it." , even if it’s good to be a pawn once, to live a hundred years, to stand high above the clouds, to descend from the mortal world to be respected by the people, what’s wrong with that?”

The truth is often hurtful.

Hearing this, Kui Mulang fell silent, and so did Nezha in the distance. Mantian gods and Buddhas used a mortal to come here and do such a thing, which is really hard to say.

In the view of flying geese fluttering in the wind and rain, the old Taoist named Yunlong fought with the priests of the barbarians with a sword, and swung the sword to cut out pieces of cold light: "Today the city is alive and people are here!"

"Save dozens of people, or save tens of thousands of people?!"

He just continued on his own: "You let a soul that does not belong here come to this world to do such a thing, but you are actually afraid of karma... I am an outsider, and I will be wiped out in the future, oh, I should be called Becoming an immortal...is an understatement, don't be afraid of God knowing...After all, I don't belong here..."

"Yuan thanked Zhenjun Erlang for his kindness, but if the heavens can enforce the law impartially, how can the 28 constellations go down to the realm? If Zhenjun captures them today, what about tomorrow? Will they come down in the next day? It will be even more concealed then. , it’s hard to notice...Anyway, Yuan thanked Zhenjun and the third prince.”

"Actually, from the moment I practiced, when I had the temple in my heart, it was the cause and effect left behind by you... Am I right?" Chen Yuan's voice was flat, but anyone could still hear it. Is disappointed, sad.

"Second Master, I beg you in this world, and you must bless me with a long life." Green smoke curled up over the wooden sculpture with heavy beard and jujube.

"If you were me, how would you choose."

By this time, everything had been explained, and he had nothing to worry about.

A man from a famous family chased after him with a magic sword in his hand, and shouted: "Chen Yuan!!"

During the contemptuous words, little Nezha tilted his head slightly, looked at Chen Yuan from the corner of his eye, and sighed inwardly.

The obese Taoist sat on the rickety bullock cart, looked at a piece of silver in his hand, and smirked: "Understood, from now on I will call you Master!"

The Dharma light flickered, and the depths were like ripples in a secluded well, swaying out many lights and shadows from the past deep in the memory of the mind.

Above the ruins in the distance, Chen Yuan's words also came at this moment.

In the wind and rain, Chen Yuan on the ruins stroked her long beard, arched her hands and bowed to Yang Jian and Nezha in the distance.

Under the Suppression Grotto where the iron chains dangled, the skinny old man closed his eyes.

All along, he had little contact with Chen Yuan, not because he was aloof, but after knowing this, he felt guilty towards this mortal monk.

Hearing Chen Yuan's faint words, Kui Mulang bared his fangs, and rushed over, the opposite Chen Yuan, who was motionless, suddenly turned into a puff of green smoke in his vision, and under the claws he grabbed, just A wooden stick slid from his palm to the ground, rolling twice.

The light and fluttering words drifted away in the whimpering wind and rain.

"Chen Yuan, don't act like a little girl. I will take this Yinjiao back to the sky, and the 28 constellations will be punished. I can let this matter go. You can continue to practice with peace of mind, and the world will be safe."

No face to speak to him.

Kui Mulang raised his wolf head and shouted loudly, looked around, and saw a figure staring at the ruins of a wooden building on one side, standing alone on the ruins.

The lonely figure over there did not answer his words.

boom!
The moment he straightened up, the sky was cloudy and thunderous, and the field was illuminated by bluish-white electric light, reflecting faces with complex expressions.Kui Mulang in front of the ruins shook his head vigorously, threw out some thoughts, put on a fierce expression again, and rushed towards Chen Yuan.

What the other party wanted to do, he had done before, saving the people of Chentangguan.

Over there, there were two bangs, fine scales splashed over, Kui Mulang slapped the dragon body wrapped around his body, hit it on the ground, raised his foot and kicked back, and also kicked the woman in Tsing Yi. The ground flipped and flew.

"Junior brother, the master asked me to excuse me, what will be the next performance?" San'er stood in front of the lamp shadow with a thin smile, pointing outside with a silly smile.

Chen Yuan looked at Kui Mulang who was entangled, and Yang Jian and Tai Sui Xingjun Yin Jiao who were fighting in the magic circle in the distance, "Before I figured this out, I thought I was the lucky one to come here." I came to this world to practice Taoism and become a fairy, to appreciate the scenery other than human beings, and to yearn for the immeasurable immortality, but unfortunately... I was wrong... I am just an ordinary person, a chosen chess piece that can be used."

In the battle in the distance, Yang Jian melted the rain curtain with a single knife, and pulled out a streamer-like fan shape. His three eyes burst into divine light and forced the Tai Sui Xingjun on the opposite side to retreat. He looked at Chen Yuan on the ruins.

The light and shadow turned, and the dying god looked over and spit out a mouthful.

"Chen Yuan, you will find out one day that those gods are just liars!"

The Kunlun mirror was driven by the three gods with divine power. In the divine light, the kindly grand master turned his face slightly, with gloomy eyes, hiding murderous intentions.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Chen Yuan slowly curled her fingers——