Destiny’s Catalogue

"Master, are you okay?" When Yan Yutong's disciples saw their master rushing into the area covered by the **** corpse, and after throwing a ball of glare, they lay frozen on the ground, there was no movement for a long time, for fear of something wrong with her, hurry up. Ran over.

Yan Yutong stopped his mind. Thinking of the thrills just now, he has never met in his life. Even if he used to fight with people in life and death, he did not have the current feeling of life and death speed and the ability to escape birth. Just thinking about it is scared. Endlessly, as long as the thought turns a little bit slower, the flight flies a little later, and the life-saving secret technique is performed a little later, now I am afraid that I have become colorful pus, even if there is a spiritual tool, Dao robe protector.

Not wanting to lose dignity and dignity in front of the disciple, Yan Yutong suppressed the fear in his heart, tucked his hair together, patted the pink Taoist robe, stood up, and slowed down his voice and said: "It's okay for the teacher, just showing my secrets. I lost my strength for a while."

"Master (host), you are fine." All the disciples gathered around and said joyfully.

Yan Yutong watched them one by one, and breathed a sigh of relief: "You can all be harmless, I'm relieved. Did Senior Luo save you and wait?" She glanced at Luo Zizhan who was not far away.

All the disciples responded in unison: "It was Senior Luo who rescued him, and the disciples of the other three factions were also rescued by him."

Yan Yutong nodded and walked to Luo Zizhan.

Just after walking a few steps, she saw the tower-like Tao Bantang and walked towards Luo Zizhan.

"Sect Master Tao, you also escaped? It's really gratifying." Yan Yutong said hello with a smile. She is not in the mood to laugh now.

Tao Bantang's face was also ugly, but it was concealed a lot by his dark face, and he still had a lingering fear: "Dangerously escaped. Daoyou Zou and Daoyou Li just took a half step. When I turned around and looked over, they were already under pressure. Under those flesh and blood corpses."

Yan Yutong thought of the colorful pus just now, and the big pit several feet deep. The fate of Zou Hong and Li Tao is self-evident. I am afraid that even the bones and relics will be hard to find.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt better, compared to Zou Hong and Li Tao. Although she has lost her only spiritual weapon, it is something to be thankful and happy to stand here steadily, so she sighed with a smile: "It's a pity that the two Taoists are now."

Tao Bantang knew the power of blood water and bone spurs, but he didn't witness it with his own eyes like Yan Yutong did, so he didn't particularly feel it. After a few sighs, he turned to Luo Zizhan.

He just turned around, showing his back, Yan Yutong's eyes widened. Trembled: "Master Tao, you, your back?"

Tao Bantang is inexplicable, so what happened to my back? But be cautious. He still looked at his back with his divine consciousness, this look only scared him almost stunned.

A pale scar started from his Yuzhen acupoint and continued down, tracing his hair and robes. It disappeared from the tail vertebrae, and the Dao Robe of Eighth Heaven Perfection was cut open by this scar, as if ordinary clothes were cut by a sharp sword, revealing the dark muscles of his back.

Where this pale scar passed, the surroundings became deadly pale, with the same hair and skin, although the wound was not serious. But it makes people feel paralyzed.

It may be that when he finally escaped, he was lightly wiped by a huge bone spur. If it is a little more straight... Tao Bantang suddenly got up in white hair and did not dare to think about it anymore. What happened to Zou Hong and Li Tao Be extremely sympathetic.

The flesh and blood corpses in the sky still fell like rain, covering the clouds and starry sky, making it difficult for Luo Zizhan to see the last sword and the mighty starlight pillar, so he became upset and wanted to forcefully break through the blood. , Bone spurs, corpses, and knowing that the flying sword of his life was damaged, and his strength was insufficient.

The bone spurs are fortunate to say that the mixture of the venom and blood of the colorful magic clam is infinitely poisonous in the world, and the blood of the unihorned monster also implies the power of decay and decay, and it is of the Yin God grade, without the seventh or eighth order of Taoism guards. , It's a dead end.

"Senior Luo." Tao Bantang and Yan Yutong's voice sounded in Luo Zizhan's ears.

Luo Zizhan returned to his senses and understood that it would be difficult to see such a vast sword in this life. After calming down, he faintly replied: "What are you waiting for?"

Tao Bantang and Yan Yutong said in unison: "The younger generation is here to pay tribute to Senior Xie Luo to rescue his disciples." Then each took out a piece of the flesh and blood of the seven-gold jade owl: "Senior, please accept it."

"It's just easy." Luo Zizhan didn't mind saving people, but he was also polite. He took two pieces of flesh and blood. Together, these are almost enough to repair his life flying sword. "It's a pity that the two monks Now." He knew that the other two would be hard to escape.

When it comes to this, Tao Bantang and Yan Yutong are very scared, and when they are slightly different, they both end up with them.

Settling his mind, Yan Yutong asked with curiosity and yearning: "Senior Luo, I don't know if the white jade cloud sends out a magnificent sword that kills the demons, but, is it the real soul?"

Tao Bantang also looked at Luo Zizhan excitedly. The power of that sword exceeded his and others' imagination. It was definitely not something that the Yin God Venerable could display, even if it was a sword formation.

Luo Zizhan is a top-grade golden pill. Although he has never seen a real person, he knows many secrets. After he is ready to advance to Yinshen, he will find a sect with a real person or go to the Sanxiu League to use their Channel, travel to the open world in the heavens and worlds, seeking the opportunity of the soul, so solemnly and yearning for the authentic: "It should be the real person who is killing the devil."

Tao Bantang and Yan Yutong were excited and inexplicably excited. They never thought that they would also have a day when they would meet the real person in the legend. They were real immortals with longevity! Moreover, you can also see the fairy swordsmanship of the immortals, which can serve the wonderful and mighty origins, so that you and others will benefit endlessly!

After finally calming down, Tao Bantang asked, "Senior Luo, why is there a real person here to kill the demon? And this has been the case for a year or a half."

Of course, Luo Zizhan didn’t know the reason. Although he was also curious about this, he could only guess for himself: “Our big world has lost its mulch since the ancient collapse, and it is difficult to stop the invasion of the gods. Later, he has always been the guardian of the gods. , But the Shenxiao Palace consumed a lot when it stabilized the world in the ancient times. According to my guess, it may be insufficient and the guardian power often has flaws, so real people are responsible for guarding."

"It's no wonder that real people rarely appear in front of monks. They are almost legendary. They are hidden behind them in obscurity. They are responsible for this important event that affects the survival of our world. They are truly'immortals'!" Yan Yutong's tone was full of worship and admiration. Yearning, although Tao Bantang did not speak, his gleaming eyes revealed the same thoughts.

At this time, the flesh and blood corpses rushing from the sky finally stopped. All the monks who were present hurriedly looked up, and saw the surrounding aura, clouds, and qi crazily rushing into the middle cavity, causing the qi layer to instantly restore its original state, allowing everyone It's hard to see the things above the nine layers of gang gas.

"If we hadn't witnessed it with our own eyes, I would have thought it was a monk who achieved the golden core, and the wind was going up..." Yan Yutong's words with a smile came to a halt after witnessing the situation around a hundred miles away.

The yellow sand in a radius of a hundred miles disappeared, the rock under the yellow sand disappeared, and a huge hole of unknown depth appeared. The walls of the huge hole were slowly shining with colorful and dark light, and occasionally a few white bone spurs could be seen. Apart from this, there is nothing.

Tao Bantang looked pale, and his dark skin couldn't hide it. Thinking of the scars on his back, he swallowed with difficulty: "Looking at the legends and records before, there are often souls and Jindan cultivators watching the narration of real fighting. In retrospect, I'm afraid it's all a lie. It must be within a few hundred miles to be able to see so clearly. Hey, if you dare to see the real fight within a few hundred miles, it will be difficult to leave the ashes. We are thousands of miles away. Here, the people who looked vaguely, almost disappeared."

"Perhaps they are hiding in the formation. But how can they be like this again and again? So unless they are all immortal, not burned by fire, not broken by lightning." Yan Yutong continued.

Needless to say, the other disciples had been trembling with fright a long time ago, even Luo Zizhan's face was pale, and he felt a little fear in his heart.

"In the future, I will encounter real fighting methods, no matter how mysterious and beneficial, I will be as far away as possible." Yan Yutong looked at the huge hole in front of him, remembering the colorful pus, and gritted his teeth.

Tao Bantang focused his head on agreeing, real fighting is too dangerous, even watching on the sidelines is a life of nine deaths, you need to be cautious and then cautious.

Huang Sha re-rolled, Yan Yutong and Tao Bantang each picked up a few huge bone spurs, and took their disciples, bid farewell to Luo Zizhan, and returned to Yunliu City.

Luo Zizhan looked into the sky with burning eyes, and wanted to fly into the air layer to ask the real man for swordsmanship, but he thought that the real man was guarding Jiuxiao and resisting the demon, so he was a little hesitant.

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On the way back to Yunliu City, Yan Yutong and Tao Bantang were silent and thoughtful. Suddenly, Yan Yutong asked, "Master Tao, have you learned something about the swordsmanship performed by a real man just now?"

Tao Bantang glanced at her and smiled slightly: "There are always those star trails flashing in my mind. It seems that there is a sword technique just about to come out, but it is vain and difficult to grasp. I am afraid that the same is true of Yan Daoyou?"

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and stopped talking. After returning to Yunliu City, they annexed the other two factions.

After decades of comprehension, the two of them each created a sword technique from the trajectory of the stars in that week, which is considered extraordinary below the golden core, and it is the secret of this small sect.

At the beginning of the two swordsmanships, Tao Bantang and Yan Yutong left similar words in unison. Among them, Tao Bantang's:

"By coincidence, in the depths of the vast sea, I witnessed real immortals slaying the devil. The magic of the immortal swordsmanship, evolving into the vast starry sky, is the only thing I can see for the rest of my life, and it is rare in my dream."

"Xiyu Xiu is low-minded, ignorant, and thinking back and forth, there is no one but one can only take its profoundness and evolve into this sword technique. Because of its origin, the sword technique is named'Xiang Qunxing Sword'. The disciples under Wangmen can learn something from it, and get one of the essence of the fairy sword technique, which will shine on the main school. This sword technique is not true and cannot be taught."

"Thinking about the fairy swordsmanship, the last sword that is vast, magnificent, and all the exquisites before can not be seen carefully. Sad! What a pity! What a pity!"

"Tao Bantang recorded it in Guanjin Garden at three quarters of the fifth ugly day of September."