Vol 2 Chapter 372: Long Song 1 Comes to the World

The fireworks flew and the plants were scorched.
When the beautiful misty fairy mountain of Yangshan was transformed into a piece of scorched earth, the whole mountain was razed to the ground.
Thousands of ghosts and gods arrived on the same day, and numerous infernal ghosts and thunders burned and bombarded the mountains. When the Yangmen battled the 800-day flying sword of Gancheng, there was no resistance and it was destroyed in an instant.
In the barren mountains, Zhan Xinping looked gloomy and stepped deep into the mud.
He was exhausted at this moment, and in order to avoid those behind him, he chose to walk on those wild mountains and paths.
The Great Dangyang Gate has been destroyed at this moment. Li Yunying is one of the three ambassadors of the sword in the gate because of his high practice in the Dangyang Gate. When foreign enemies invade, he must be able to resist it. Still unknown.
He was able to get out of it by relying on the magical tools and vessels that Qian Cang had sent before crossing the realm.
At this moment, he couldn't help annoying himself that the cultivation was too low, otherwise what happened? At least you can forcibly take Li Yunying away.
When others came to this world, they were still swaying in the duality of Mingqi, but after arriving here, because they did not have the ambition to motivate, they slackened a lot, but they did not move forward when they first came.
After walking for a long time, he saw a cave hidden by branches and branches in front of him.
After he first entered the boundary, although he thought he could travel freely in this world, for some consideration, he left a cave that can be used as a retreat, and put some important things in it. Here.
After entering, he closed the door, and with a snap of his fingers, the pearl on the wall lit up instantly, took a few steps, swallowed a pill, and sat down on a thick futon to adjust his breath.
After breathing down, he uttered a few mantras in his mouth, half a moment, a bream carp probed into the brain, and emerged from the ground. Seeing him, he jumped out and pleased to turn around.
Because Biyuxuan is the second ancestor of the Cang Cang, almost every disciple crossing Zhaoming Tianchi in Zhaoyou Tianchi has one or two souls, and this carp was brought by him.
He asked indifferently: "Has it been opened below?"
The carp shook its tail.
Zhan Xinping breathed a sigh of relief. There was a direct access to the sea under the cave, but there was no suitable path. Now that it is clear, even if the Holy Saints chase them, there is nowhere to escape.
After a night of meditation, he got up and took out a bird's egg from the gold-bronze frame, forcing the inner gas into it.
After a while, the eggshell burst, and a fledgling came out from there, making a tender sound there.
He took a few secret Dan pills and fed them, but after a few hours, he grew into a humble bird.
The bird is called Hanning, which he also brought from the Zongmen. This can be used instead of the monk to listen to the news. It was not used in the past, but now he has to take it out.
After releasing the bird, he waited carefully in the cave.
About half a month later, with a sound of flapping wings, the bird turned back.
Zhan Xinping took a drop of blood from his body and swallowed it. During this period, everything the bird saw and heard came to mind.
For a long time, he opened his eyes, and his spirit was slightly rejuvenated.
It turned out that it was not one family that suffered the calamity, and many factions were broken. Among the people who attacked the Dangyang faction, many of them were formerly outstanding combatants, but somehow they are now dead. Follow the Holy Religion.
Zhan Xinping thought about it. According to this view, Li Yunying may have been captured, and he may not necessarily die. It is almost impossible to save him just by doing his work.
And whether it is those flying boats or ghost fire thunder, this is not like the indigenous people of this side can get out, he suspected that the heavenly religion is likely to come from heaven.
"With my own strength, I can't compete with the Holy Religion at all, unless there is help from the sect ..."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help hesitating.
He deliberately cast aside Zhuo Jiezhu, he really has the support of the negative sect, and if the teacher comes, he must have no good results.
It was just that he felt that the power of the Heavenly Religion would surely grow bigger and bigger, and he would then have to hide in these caves to stay awake and not dare to show his head. If he was not careful, he might lose his life.
He secretly said, "Retrieve the Niezhu beads first, use or not, and talk later."
After calculating for a long time, as soon as he stood up, he entered the crypt opened by the bream carp, but only one night later, he emerged on the edge of a large river.
This is the largest river on this land and land, and it is also the place where he threw the Beads of the Nether World back then.
It is just very difficult to find this thing, after all, no one knows where the thing has fallen after so many years.
But he has no good way now, he can only search for it while avoiding the pursuit of the Holy Ghost.
This search is seven years later.
He went back and forth three times over the river, and walked through all the tributaries, and finally over the ocean, but there was no result.
However, he did not give up, because this was his only retreat and reliance, and he was not pure luck. Every time he searched for a place, he would place a spell that he personally painted, as long as there was a clever idea. The passing of similar things will cause the rune paper to change, and when it is inspected again, you will find something.
Another two years later, when checking a certain rune paper, he accidentally found that a rune was curled up, and his heart was instantly inspiring. After searching the nearby rune papers, he found that the thing was heading all the way up. That direction, however, is a part of the altar leading to the Church of Heaven.
Although he had scruples in his mind, he couldn't take care of them at this time, so he followed and pursued them all the way.
Shanhaijie, Pengyuan School, Jingchen Hall.
Waking up from a deep seat, Jiang Yan opened his eyes and looked into the temple, seeing that there were no changes in the surrounding things before he closed his retreat.
He looked above the wall on the right, where a picture was hanging. The first one is a single portrait of Shan Huizhen. In the drawing, she wears a cloud-wrapped palace, holding a jade bead high in her hand, her head bowed slightly, her feet stepping on Zhiyun, her belt is light, her posture is beautiful, she is beautiful.
He remembered that the two had done it for themselves after they became acquaintances, but in a flash, the latter had been passed on for decades.
Looking away, he looked to the left side of the temple wall. There was a large picture that stretched across the entire palace wall, depicting the mountains and rivers at the time of Jiuzhou. They are all included, he still remembers that when he wrote the pen, his chest was full of feelings and he burst out.
Looking away, I looked at the other pictures one by one. There was either a portrait of a disciple disciple in the past, or the beautiful scenery of Jiuzhou that he himself painted. Seeing these, the past scenes could not help but be seen.
He practiced for three thousand years, and indeed left too many traces. Some were only in the memory, and some were so preserved.
After sitting still for a while, he called out a moment, half a moment, the door of the palace slowly opened, a disciple came in, bowed down, and said, "Real person?"
Jiang Yan asked, "I've been in retreat for a long time, but now the door is good?"
The disciple saw that there was no vision outside Jiang Yan. Obviously, this time he did not break the barrier, his heart sank slightly, but he calmed down immediately and said, "Return to the real person, everything is fine in the door."
Jiang Yan nodded and said, "That's all right. You can invite the elders in the door."
The disciple wanted to say something, but when he saw that Jiang Yan didn't want to say much, he didn't mention it again. He bowed his head and said yes, bowed and saluted, and then retreated.
Before long, several elders all entered the hall with a solemn expression, and after half an hour, each came out again, but no one said that it was Jiang Jiang's call that they did.
The news spread quickly, but it was only one day, almost all the people in the door knew about it, and all kinds of remarks came out.
"Jiang Zhenren has been in retreat for a long time, but this time he went out without success, and the number of birthdays has already arrived. This time, he called all the elders, for fear of explaining what happened behind him."
"When the real person is gone, how can I compare the Pengyuan faction with those who are not around? I am afraid that this generation will never look at me anymore."
"Even if a real person is reincarnated, there are still too many ancestors to guide them, and the next life can be opened to memory ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It's nothing, but I can't wait for the relationship with the last sect. So is the real person. What about a disciple? "
"Why do you say that? The real person has done everything for me. I do n’t know how much tired I have been in these years. It would be a pity if thousands of years of repairs were done if the real person couldn't get through this time."
Although Jiang Yan was in the temple at this moment, these words were heard clearly, and for a moment he felt only the warmth and coldness of the world, and he was in his heart.
He shook his head and smiled, and said, "How many storms and rains in the world, the breeze comes with only a sound."
He turned to the confession hall, worshiped Zhang Yan for a few weeks, and admired: "The disciples are enlightened by the Taoism, it is the joints, and they have not been able to worship the mentor even when they are out of the gate.
After worshiping, he returned to the same place and sat on the futon again. After a short while, a golden flame ignited on his body, rising from his feet, bottom to top, and over his head. Instantly turned into nothingness, but between the dazzling eyes, but now it is in the same place. At this time, it is no longer the original look. At this moment, he has cut off the mortal body and formed the Fa body!
As soon as the monk entered the world, because the Qi machine was complete, it was supposed to be silent and there was no news coming out, but this time, the practitioners in the door saw a golden fire in the palace, linking heaven and earth. It seems that heaven and man are in harmony, and such visions can be seen even as far away as other continents.
Jiang Yan looked up slightly, looked through the palace door, where the morning dawn floated, smiled, and groaned in his mouth: "Xi Wen Shang Fa had been instructed before he could obtain the true gold from the fire of fire, and a song was released. Only cut off the body and not the heart! "
Yin Bo, just waving his sleeves, the things in front of the temple are like eternity, and instantly disappeared the dust, and then looked up at the sky to see the sky, Xu Yan, a light rainbow broke the sky, already following the fire of that day , Broke away!
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