Douluo mainland: I am Qian Renxue's fiancé

Chapter 285 The Desolate City Gate!Short-lived ghost Heijiaren!

The Hall of Explanation and Education!

Under a statue of Yuanshi Tianzun, stood a middle-aged man.

He is dressed in a purple Taoist robe and has a majestic face with Chinese characters.
The eyebrows are thick, and a bunch of hair-like long eyebrows hang down from the end of each eyebrow.

His eyes were piercing, and when others saw it, they couldn't help shouting out, "Immortal Master".

Jiong!
The statue of Tianzun flashed a light, and a golden figure sat cross-legged on the clouds,
Behind him, hovered a miraculous halo of law!The power of laws intertwined and flowing above is daunting!
When the golden light dissipated, a white-haired, kind-faced old man appeared.

Seeing the old man, the middle-aged man who had stood in front of the statue earlier clasped his fists and performed a Taoist ritual.

"Disciple of the Lower Realm, Jiuhu pays homage to the Patriarch!"

The middle-aged man shouted piously.

The white-haired old man stopped in mid-air, opened his eyes, looked down at the disciples, and spoke succinctly.

"What's the important thing to call me to come today?"

"Reporting to Patriarch, the flat peach in the southern region has appeared in the world. According to the disciple's report, it is a ten thousand-year top-quality flat peach..."

When Yuanshi Tianzun's avatar finished speaking, Jiuhu spoke quickly, and revealed the information about Pantao.

heard!Yuanshi Tianzun was shocked!
After the catastrophe of Journey to the West, this flat peach fell into the hands of the Queen Mother of the West!
If the gods and Buddhas want to ask for one, they have to follow her face.

As for forcing each other with Taoism, that is even more impossible!Just because the Queen Mother of the West is the maiden of Daozu Hongjun!

If you move her, you have to weigh yourself, whether you can wrestle with Daozu Hongjun.

"Is this true?" Yuanshi Tianzun asked again.

Jiuhu still said the same thing, nodded and answered firmly.

"This statement is not false!"

After a moment of silence, Yuanshi Tianzun left a sentence of a saint's order and disappeared in front of the statue.

"Among the three teachings and nine streams, I am the most prosperous in explaining teachings. Don't be contaminated with too much cause and effect in your actions this time, lest there will be changes in the catastrophe. Remember..."

thump!
Jiuhu bowed his head on his knees, and kowtowed respectfully to send Yuanshi Tianzun away.

Southern domain!On a mountain road a kilometer away from the city of death, a young man in white and a man in green,

A little bookboy holding a straight half-meter branch, gesticulating as he walked.

Wherever he went, an inch of grass would be snapped in half!

Swish swish!
"Old Dog Slaying the Dragon! Take a sword from my master! Ha~!"

The little book boy shouted loudly!Wrist turn instant!

A cyan energy rushed to the branch in his hand!With a whoosh, a half arc of sword energy flew out!

Swish swish!
Where the sword energy passed, the grass and trees collapsed to the ground!The flat cut is even pleasing to the eye.

"Master...Master! I can make a sword, look!"

Ziming excitedly ran to Zijun's side, pulled his robe and pointed to the fallen grass and trees as a gesture.

Hearing the sound and looking at it, Zi Jun showed a slight smile on his mouth. This kid has a whole body of cultivation, but he has not learned any martial arts.

Although this scene was unintentional, it is enough to prove that this son has some talent for sword cultivation.

"Not bad, but it's still close. Do you still remember the sword manual that my master gave you?"

Zijun looked down at him, and the latter raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger to tap his cheek, pondered for a moment and backtracked.

"Hmm... Qi goes up to the court and then goes down to the Xuan, and the Qi goes up to the court and then goes down to the Xuan, and the Qi to pass through the meridian week.

Listening to Ziming memorize the entire chapter of Chaos Sword Gang Secret Art verbatim.

Zijun smiled gratifiedly, and said with a smile.

"If you can't achieve it, even if you are swinging a world-shattering sword, it will be nothing more than an appearance..."

If there is no sword in his hand in the future, he will be controlled by others when confronting the enemy!

Because of this, the Dao Dharma taught to you by the young master did not rely mainly on external force,

Now it seems that the method you have cultivated has put the cart before the horse....

Hearing this, Ziming Mao suddenly realized, the practice of the past few days,
Whenever the sword energy in his body exploded by a point, he wanted to vent his coolness.

But how can he, who has not gotten a glimpse of the door, achieve the realm of having a sword without a sword in his hand?
Only then did he hold the branches all the way, instead of the swordless realm, and practice the way of the sword!

But he forgot that Zijun taught him the way of swordsmanship, but it was different from ordinary people!
Opening volume one!It is to practice the state of having no sword in your heart is better than having a sword!
Although it is difficult to start, if you master it, everything in the world must be a sword!

"I know I'm wrong, please master to punish..." Zi Ming lost his face, lowered his head and cupped his hands to beg for a beating.

Raising his hand to touch his head, Zijun didn't scold him, picked up the wine gourd and raised his head to take a sip of the gourd spirit wine and said with a smile.

"This chaotic sword gang formula is difficult to learn, and making mistakes is common. The most important thing is to correct mistakes once you know them, and learn new things by reviewing the past."

Withdrawing his palm, Ziming grinned, bent down to pick up the branch on the ground,
After hesitating for a moment, he threw it into the grass, turned around and chased after Zijun.

"Master, isn't the senior brother of my great disciple of Kaishan particularly powerful? Does he also learn the general formula of Chaos Sword and Gang?"

Ziming opened his mouth to ask a question, but Zijun shook his head and answered with his hands behind his back.

"His cultivation method is different from yours. You two have your own strengths. There is no need to compare one or two."

On the branch, a blue sparrow looked at the branch in the grass pile, exuding blue-gray sword intent,
After observing for a moment, I leaned over and flew away, picked up the branch and flew to the distance...

At the gate of Xiangsheng City, there are no bustling people, only a man in black armor holding a rusty iron gun, leaning against the gate, drowsy.

Looking up, the golden plaque printed with the word "Passionate" has rusted, and the surface is covered with black gold, which is similar to rust.

Not only that, the city walls are covered with green moss and vines.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it, what a city should look like.

"In the years to come, this City of Rebirth has changed a lot, it's becoming more and more like a city of death, hey! Master, look at that!"

Ziming raised his finger and pointed to the plaque behind the Heijia city gate guard, and called Zi Jundao.

Looking in the direction Ziming pointed, a line of concise handwriting, the size of a child's fist, was engraved on the plaque.

"Don't approach strangers, ghosts and gods take refuge temporarily, and if you enter this city, life and death are up to you?"

After finishing speaking, Zi Jun stepped forward with great interest, while the black armored soldier lying on the ground,

I don't know if it was on purpose or because I slept too deeply, but I didn't sense Zi Jun approaching.

"Hey! Who are you? Why are you sleeping here?" Ziming stretched out his hand and pushed the black armored guard.

Bang Dang~!
I saw the helmet with the black iron face rolled to the ground!
Seeing this scene, Ziming was so frightened that he slipped behind Zijun, chanting words even more nervously.

"Bodhisattva bless! Buddha bless! No! Master should bless you! Master! I didn't kill anyone, it fell by itself."

Ziming looked terrified, and hid behind Zijun to explain.

Although he has practiced for thousands of years, he has a life in his hand and dare not touch it.

Most of the lives on the hands of Longhu Mountain belonged to the pheasant and wild duck clan.

No wonder he was so scared. "Who! Dare to disturb Master's Qingmeng, dare to come to this ghost town? Don't die!"

Inside the black armor, a head slowly sticks out, that person looks ordinary,
His pale face looked lifeless, like a corpse that had been frozen to death.

(End of this chapter)