Buddha fairy tour

Chapter 407
Yeyue nodded. It is indeed his first time to come to the United States, and he is indeed alone. He flew here
"Yes, please also tell me the direction to go back to China."

The painter pointed to the right, and said: "There is an airport 2000 meters along the straight line here. There is a flight back to China. I suggest you take a taxi. It is several streets away, and it will take more than an hour to walk."

"Thank you, bye fellow."

"Goodbye!"

In a flash, Yeyue arrived at the airport 2000 meters away, and no one noticed anything unusual on the street.

Follow the returning plane back home, Yeyue found the name of the returning plane from the flight schedule, and was lying on the top of the plane at the moment, using an invisibility technique, otherwise the security guard would invite him to drink tea soon.

Not long after, the plane started to take off, and Yeyue was lying on the top of the fuselage. The strong wind brought by the plane's flight had no effect on him at all. I didn't expect that humans in the human world could create such a product as an airplane, which made Yeyue look at him with admiration. , this flight altitude is already close to the fusion stage, and the speed is no less than that of the out-of-body stage monks. If a monk in the out-of-body stage is caught off guard and hit by this plane, he will probably return to the west. Only monks above the body stage can fly. There is true energy for automatic defense.

In the heavenly court of the fairy world, the emperor of heaven was walking in the back garden, he couldn't help but figure out what he was doing, and muttered in his mouth: "Which one of the great powers opened the space channel and entered the earth just now, and even entered the human world, even if this level is not Xeon The quasi-sage is not much worse, but there are only a dozen or so strong people in the fairy world who have such supernatural powers, and none of them go to chaos. Could it be that alien alien creatures can't do it, so how can there be such powerful fluctuations in fairy power? , or, he is back." The Heavenly Emperor raised his head, is it really him? Ten years have passed, ten years have passed according to the time of the human world, and he has finally returned and achieved the body of a saint. For his The Heavenly Emperor also understood a little more about the matter, and sighed, soon, a major event will happen in the Three Realms.

On Xiaoling Mountain in the fairy world, the Tathagata Buddha is preaching scriptures, five hundred arhats, and dozens of Bodhisattvas are sitting quietly. The sage is preaching, and the whole Lingshan Mountain is full of golden flowers, and the fairy lights are shining. Suddenly, the sound of chanting sutras stops. , The Tathagata Buddha made calculations, only felt that the secrets of heaven were dim and unclear, he sighed, and finally came back. I don’t know what will be ushered in in my Buddhist gate in the near future.
And in a small temple tens of thousands of miles away from Xiaoling Mountain, two monks wearing golden cassocks are sitting in it. If there is a powerful person who has heard the Taoism in Zixiao Palace at the beginning of the beginning of heaven, he must recognize these two monks. People, but the second sage of Buddhism, Zhunti, welcome!

In the temple, two sighs came out, but there was no more sound.

In Wa Palace, a peerless and beautiful woman sighed leisurely.

In front of Zixiao Palace, the three sages of Taoism, Taiqing Daodetianzun Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, and Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun gathered together. As we all know, since the battle of the gods, the Sanqing Tianzun seldom came and went. Qinglingbao Tianzun Tongtian Cult Master has been closed to the island for thousands of years, and this time is probably the first time in thousands of years to show up.

The three sages of Taoism stood in front of Zixiao Palace for a long time, and then there was a sigh from inside the palace, and the gate of the palace opened wide, "You come here."

"The ninth reincarnation of Lin Wanrou No. 30——Zhao Rourou, now living in Jinyun City, Zhejiang Province, China, a virtuous person of the 120th generation, with a life expectancy of 3000 years." A flash of surprise flashed in King Qin Guang's eyes. It was actually a virtuous person of the [-]th generation. I'm afraid it's the first one in [-] years, but how is it possible, the meritorious person of the [-]th generation should have achieved the immortal way long ago, thinking about it, King Qin Guang respectfully said: "Shangxian, this is the information of the person you are looking for."

"Yes." A man in white nodded and said, "I'm sorry to bother you."

"Don't dare, dare not." King Qin Guang put his attitude extremely low. He was just a little golden fairy. When the other party went down to the underworld, nine golden flowers appeared on his head, indicating that he was a quasi-holy existence. Immortals, quasi-sages, the gap is like a grain of sand compared with Mount Everest, 1 golden immortals can't deal with a quasi-sage.

"Take this as a thank you gift." Yeyue popped out an elixir from her finger, and fled away, Xiaorou, we will meet soon, a faint smile hung on Yeyue's face.

Qin Guangwang held a pill in his hand, and the strong immortal energy radiated out. He felt comfortable when he smelled it. Looking at the elixir in his hand, he couldn't help but gasped. The ultimate elixir, with this elixir, I was afraid It is within 30 years to break through the bottleneck of the Golden Immortal peak. King Qin Guang's hands trembled with excitement, and he bowed, "Thank you for the generous gift from the Immortal."

From the entrance to the hall of the Zhao family mansion in Jinyun, hundreds of people fell on the ground, their life and death are unknown, and they were all from the Zhao family in their clothes.

"Wang Zongren, don't bully others too much. When I, Zhao Heng, became famous in the cultivation world, you were still a little baby who could only suckle!" A middle-aged man with a firm face held a flying sword and looked at the More than twenty people shouted angrily, "My daughter has already said that she doesn't want to marry you. Don't you really want to force a person with meritorious virtues to fail? Don't be afraid of the cycle of karma!"

"Joke, if it weren't for your daughter's meritorious body, we wouldn't have come here. Do you think your Zhao family is still the same as the Zhao family 200 years ago? What's worth my Wang family forming an alliance with you?"

A young man with a handsome appearance who is definitely a star face in modern times sneered, and his words virtually destroyed his goodwill, "It is your blessing that our Wang family wants to marry and form an alliance with you. I advise you to hand over Zhao Rourou as soon as possible. Come out, otherwise your Zhao family will be destroyed, your true spirit will be scattered, and you will never be reborn forever."

These words made the expression of more than a dozen Zhao family members standing in the hall change, and the grumpy second Zhao shouted angrily: "The yellow-haired boy is rude, don't think that there is a Sanxian ancestor!" It's amazing, your Sanxian ancestor didn't come this time, I can't beat him, but it's more than enough to kill you." The flying sword in his hand was like a shooting star straight at Wang Zongren. There is an atmosphere of danger.

Facing this sword, Wang Zongren, who was only in the early stage of consecration, had a calm face. Although he was pale by the aura of Jin Danqi, there was a trace of disdain in his mouth, and Zhao Heng suddenly had a bad feeling.

Soon, after a premonition test, only a cold snort was heard, and a ball of true energy blasted out with lightning speed, Zhao Er's flying sword rolled back, and the flying sword was connected with the monk's mind, the flying sword was severely injured, and Mr. Zhao Erdeng Dengdeng retreated a few steps, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

But behind Wang Zongren, a stern old man came out, "There is something to say, if the young master really dies here, I am afraid that the Zhao and Wang families will really become enemies of life and death. With the strength of the old master, you Zhao The family has no power to resist at all."

When Zhao Heng saw the stern old man, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Are you "Flying Feather Canghong" Huang Yu?"

The grim old man clasped his fists and said, "Thanks to Patriarch Zhao for remembering the name of the old man, Patriarch Zhao, please listen to the old man's advice. I have always admired the Zhao family. Those who plead with the old master for you, with the reputation of the Zhao family, their status will definitely not be inferior to the old ones."

"I didn't expect that Feiyu Canghong, who was originally an upright and upright monk, became the lackey of the Wang family. I knew the ambitions of the Wang family a long time ago. I didn't expect you to move so fast. My Zhao family will not give in. Huang Yu, I am sorry. You have been attracted to fame for a long time, why did you seek refuge with the Wang family, you know that if the Wang family’s ambition succeeds, blood will flow into rivers in the cultivation world, and people will be devastated.” Zhao Heng said bitterly, not to mention the old ancestor of the Wang family’s Sanxian, who is right in front of him. This Huang Yu is enough to destroy the Zhao family. The strongest member of the Zhao family is only Zhao Heng, a monk at the peak of the Nascent Soul, and Huang Yu is a strong man in the early stage of leaving his body.

(End of this chapter)