Sovereign to Immortality

Overseas Star Palace is above a haunted island.

The great Luo Xianzun of the Dragon family invited the Bailian Bodhisattva of the Shu nationality to drink tea on the island.

Bailian Bodhisattva put down the fragrant tea in his hand and asked faintly: "Long Zun has invited the poor to drink tea here. I don't know what it means to be the Dragon Palace? Is it the meaning of the Yuan Dynasty? Or is it the meaning of the Dragon?"

Yongzheng refilled the tea pot of Bailian Bodhisattva with a refreshing tea. He laughed and said: "The Bodhisattva is more worried. The old dragon invited the Bodhisattva to come here without any interest. It is just a new spiritual tea that the younger generation has given. Exclusively, the Bodhisattva is invited to taste it together."

Having said that, Yongzheng Longzun put down the teapot in his hand and said: "After all, the real good tea, in the mouth of the real tea-lover, can be judged one or two!"

Bailian Bodhisattva thanked the tea buds handed over by Yongzheng Longzun, his eyes narrowed down and said: "I don't know who is the younger generation who gave tea to the dragon. Why are the younger generations with filial piety? It’s really awkward and embarrassing.”

Yongzheng Longzun "haha" smiled and said: "The Bodhisattva is pure-minded, and the younger generation is filial piety, fearing that he will also have a reputation of six uncleanness."

Bailian Bodhisattva put down the samovar for the second time, faintly said: "So, is Long Zun optimistic about Xishan Yang?"

Yongzheng Longzun also collected the smile on his face and said: "It is the shortest time for Laolong to eat his family. After being trusted by others, he has to be loyal."

Bai Lian nodded and said: "The meaning of the dragon, the barren has understood that since this spiritual tea has been enjoyed, the poor will leave."

Yongzheng Long Zun arched his hand and said: "Buddha appreciates the face, the old dragon has a light on his face, so he will not send it."

A white fog was used, and the White Lotus Bodhisattva had disappeared, leaving only a piece of sandalwood floating.

The horned dragon statue appeared from behind the cockroach, saying: "The white lotus bodhisattva has left like this. You are not afraid that he will go to the Xishan Star Palace once he turns around?"

I just smashed myself into a cup of spiritual tea, and said slowly: "The monks don't swear!"

When the horned dragon thinks and thinks, he asks: "So what about Xishan Yang? If this time Yang’s defeat, I wouldn’t have nothing to gain, but also to confess with the family?"

Yongzheng Long Zun heard a strange look at the corner and said: "How can there be no income? Only we are the real drought and flood!"

Seeing that the horn is still a strange look, he is just saying: "If that Xishan Yang's ability to survive this robbery, if it is really awkward, can it be that Xishan Yang's whole family fits up and down? Dead? When the time comes, the girl will naturally shelter the Yang family's monks as much as possible, and the Yang family monks will naturally understand who to trust, especially the rumored blood of the Junshan little friend. The Yang family monks who can survive are not fools. When we don't do anything at all, there will naturally be Yang family monks who will take the initiative to send us something of interest. This will not only have the reputation of benevolence, but also the essence of Yang's heritage. Why do you have two things in one fell swoop?"

The horns suddenly stunned, and the sigh is still **** is still old! ——

A **** river descends from the sky, and where Yan Dazhi’s eyes are, there is a strong **** atmosphere everywhere.

Yan Dazhi has a long volley and tears the blood curtain of the sky into two pieces.

However, before he left from the fly, there was blood coming from all sides, and the blood curtain would be covered again.

Yan Dazhi tried several times to break through the **** curtains and broke out. In desperation, he had to raise four hands to play around the body, and joined together to form a rune barrier, resisting the slamming of the **** waves.

When Yan Dazhi and the immortal being hidden in the darkness formed a stalemate, a voice suddenly passed through the blood curtain surrounding him and passed to his ear.

"Oh, this has been going on for thousands of years. The Shura people are not growing up a little. Are they still giving the Mozu a rush to fight?"

Yan Dazhi’s heart moved, and the four-character circus around him suddenly rushed into the blood curtain around him. As the four deafening roars sounded, four hot white brilliance flashed in the blood curtain, making the whole world There are only red and white colors left.

At the same time, Yan Dazhi's long sword once again cut the blood curtain, and when the blood curtain around him tried to close again, there was a sudden drop of rain outside the blood screen.

The raindrops of the sparse pull are falling, the blood curtain of the sky is like a spring snow in the sun, and soon there is only a thin layer of red blood.

"Xuanyin Zhenshui!"

A voice with three fears in anger came along: "Who is it!"

Yan Dazhi knew that the opportunity was rare. He saw that the blood fog around him had a tendency to turn thick and contract, and even the sword of the sword broke through the void and broke out.

The moment when Yan Dazhi broke out, he was seeing two people in the air and standing against each other, and from the two breathable atmospheres, it is clear that the cultivation has reached the peak of the fairy godland.

However, compared with the Shura monk who was covered in blood and the blood was almost filled with hundreds of feet, the other fat monk on the other side was enchanted, and Yan Dazhi was already clear in the first time. Enemy and me.

And the Shura Zhenxian apparently also realized that the situation was not good, and he turned to escape.

However, this time Yan Dazhi was early, and several fairy charms had already flown to the direction of escape before forming a simple character array. At the moment of the collapse, the piece of void was completely shattered, so that Shura Have to stop.

Followed by Yan Dazhi, he has already chased the side of the other side. A sword swept, and half of the void was split under the tears of Jianmang, so that Shura had to retreat, but happened to fall in Yan Dazhi and the demon. Before and after the pinch.

Yan Dazhi’s previous entry into Yuzhou soon fell into the ambush of the other side, and it was made by people everywhere. It’s hard to break out. It’s just when the evil spirits are not venting.

However, he did not forget to thank the demon who helped him out of trouble.

"Thank you for your help from Daoyou. I don't know how the friends call it. In the Xiatan area, Yan Dazhi is polite!"

Yan Dazhi said, while he was pressing the Shura Zhenxian, he said to the fat big demon.

The demon fairy smells the words first, followed by the "haha" laugh, said: "It turned out to be Yan predecessors, I did not expect that you actually came to Xishan, it is really disrespectful and disrespectful, in the next Pang, it is Junshan Xianzun Demon only, today's seniors are really lucky for three generations."

Although the two sides have never met each other, the immortals who are family sects of each other naturally know each other's existence. Once they pass each other's name, they naturally understand that the other person is their own person, and they immediately become familiar with each other. The siege, the cooperation between each other also instantly smoothed the three points.

Although Yan Dazhi's swordsmanship is fierce, the means of Fu Yu are equally extraordinary. The swords and the characters are combined. The strength that erupted in a flash is almost no less than the Pang Wei who is at the peak of the Yuanshen Wonderland.

However, Yan Dazhi found that even under such circumstances, the Shura still paid most of his attention to Pang Wei. It seems that the jealousy of Pang Wei is far above him.

This allowed Yan Dazhi to remember the "Xuanyin Zhenshui" that he had heard when the blood screen of Shura was broken.

Thinking of this, Yan Dazhi suddenly moved his heart and bite his fingers. He used his own blood as a guide. The volley outlined two voids, which were played on the sides of Shura and blocked the way of Shura’s dodge.

Followed by Yan Dazhi and fluttered on the body, inspiring the body of Xianyuan, and his own swordsmanship to the extreme, forced that Shura had to retreat to the direction of Pang Wei.

And Pang Wei clearly understood that Yan Dazhi thought, after taking a deep breath, Zhang mouth sprayed, and a group of Xuanyin real water refining in the abdomen turned into a raindrop, and the space where Shura diddge was sealed.

"what"

Shura gave a tragic sigh, and those Xuanyin true water would permeate the blood of his body, and the moment he fell on him, the clothes and the body under the body of the week followed the fester, and turned into a smoky smoke dissipated in the air.

When Yan Dazhi saw this, he would let go of the opportunity to beat the dog, and Jianmang turned into a thin thread in the void, tangling toward Shura’s head.

Suddenly there was a **** outburst in the body of the Shura. It seemed to use a mystery that stimulated the potential. In one fell swoop, the black water that infiltrated into the body was discharged, but this obviously made Shura’s own vitality hurt.

But this also makes Shura have a chance to escape, and I saw Shura, who has completely turned into a **** man, and circumvented Yan Dazhi’s silk swordsman when it was not allowed to be sent, and then the blood was actually worn. After Yan Dazhi’s sword-like blockade, he walked away from the sky.

"Not good, let him escape!"

Yan Dazhi’s eyes stunned his sword and fell into disappointment.

"He can't escape!"

Pang Wei’s voice came, and Yan Dazhi discovered that he was no longer in his original position.

A huge fangs swept through the air, but it ran into the blood of the Shura, and returned to the original position with the body of the Shura.

Yan Dazhi’s swordsmanship flickered, and Shura’s body was already turned into four segments under the Jianguang, and even the screams did not come out.

“Pang Daoyou means admirable!”

Yan Dazhi sincerely praised.

"Haha, the predecessors have been modest, and Pangmou just just practiced a bit of Xuanyin Zhenshui, restraining the **** magic of Shura."

Pang Wei did not dare to take it in front of him.

"Xuanyin Zhenshui? Dare to ask Pang Daoyou, is this thing the source of water?"

Yan Dazhi does not seem to have heard of this.

Pang Wei explained: "Neither is nor is it, this Xuanyin true water is a kind of inheritance of my Tianpeng family, but it is also a way to reshape the real body of the fairy to be able to achieve the true body of the canopy, can be used to partially replace The power of the source to the treasure, Pangmou can train this supernatural powers, but also thanks to a pot of yin cold springs given by Junshan Xianzun."

Having said that, Pang Wei seems to think of something, and there is a hint of ridicule on the surface. "But Junshan Xianzun once said that the demon domain blood built by the Mozu in the Shuxian star field seems to be based on a Above the shade of the cold spring."