Chapter 150:

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A faint breeze blew through the northernmost land, and Luo gradually disappeared into an invisible figure. He walked on the top of Zhangzhou, but no one could see him. He walked step by step on the land of the 36 states, walked through a large river, a mountain range, and came to a cliff in Zhangzhou.
On the cliff, the wind is cold and the clouds are pressing.
Junmei Xiulang’s monk stood on the cliff, and the wind rolled up his black hair and clothes. By his side, many monks passed by and went to the nine dangerous dangers of the broken cliffs. They were going to find opportunities and conduct their experiences.
What is the situation at the bottom of the cliff?
Luo gradually looked into the distance, just like the decade when he lost his mysterious spirit. He stood on the peak of this cliff for a long time, and looked at the end of heaven and earth without a focal point. However, this time, he only looked at it for a short while and then regained his sight.
The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared, appearing in the ninth danger of the broken cliff.
The abyss is still the abyss. This is a dangerous situation that was once swayed by the sun when the Cang Ruo demon was young.
The Broken Cliff is a crack in the earth that was opened by an immortal tens of thousands of years ago, and gradually formed a broken cliff. Then 50,000 years ago, the last phoenix in the world fell to the bottom of the rip, leaving a phoenix tree; 40,000 years ago, the young and fascinating demon king came here and saw the same family of gods and beasts. Phoenix obsessed, and saw the phoenix tree.
The demon king is the first of the sixty-four demon statues.
When Cang Ruo Zun thought to come to feel lonely, there was only one beast in the world, so he looked at the almost crazy Fenghuang emperor’s obsession, and did not have the heart to hurt the other side, but by the broken cliff, the nine dangers The situation opened up an abyss to Yuanzhou, making it a dangerous place for ordinary people to enter, protecting this phoenix tree and this obsession.
When Luo gradually went to the position where the phoenix tree was located, it was found that the phoenix tree had already fallen into the leaves, and it was completely withered, and the obsessiveness of Akasaka was no longer seen. He walked silently forward and gently stroked the dry trunk of the phoenix tree.
However, Wutong still has no response, and seems to have died for many years.
Re-emerged, the ruthless cliff is still in danger, but Wutong and Akasaka have long since disappeared.
Resting on the phoenix tree for three days, Luo gradually cleared up again. When he disappeared again, he had already arrived at Feihuazong.
Feihuazong is located in Mingzhou and Chaozhou. Luo gradually cleared the place once, but remembered the flowers of the mountains that I had seen.
Standing on the sky, he soon felt that there were two atmospheres of the monks in the flying flower sect, and a monk hidden in the back mountain. The breath was a half-step fairyland. However, even if the other party has only one step, it can be ascended into a fairy, but still does not notice the atmosphere of Luo gradually clear.
Luo gradually cleared the beginning of the gods, but the strength is far more than this realm. He touched the world of the world, and even almost became a heaven.
Just as Luo Qingqing once said to Jiu Lian Zun, the realm does not mean everything. Jiu Lian in the half-step fairyland did not participate in the eighth win, but the Luo gradually cleared the early days of the gods. This is the real strength.
In the sky above the flying flower sect, Luo gradually stayed for only three days. Like the same gust of wind, he gently blew into a secluded small courtyard of Feihuazong, sitting in the courtyard filled with pear flowers, and drinking tea from his own place.
There is no difference between this courtyard and his memory. Only the one who drinks tea has only one, and the white sage is not here.
Three days later, Luo gradually stepped forward and left. When he left, he saw a woman dressed in a light yellow dress coming from afar and landed in the back of the Zongmen Mountain. She looks soft and elegant, and when she landed, all the disciples leaned over and bowed, respectfully said: "Feng Si Shi Shu."
Luo gradually cleared his eyes and then smiled and shook his head.
- Again, the flying flower sect is still there, and the Fengsi fairy has not fallen.
The next place is Qinzhou.
There are only six major families left in Xuantian, and the Mohist House has stood for 30,000 years in the Xuantian continent. It is the first of the six great families, and its strength far exceeds the other five. It is said that in the 30,000 years, the Mohist family has risen into a fairy since a certain peerless person, and there are five immortals, leaving a lot of confidence for the Mohist family.
Luo gradually settled in a teahouse in Qinzhou where the Moh family was located. Other people could not see him, but he quietly drank tea.
In the center of the teahouse, a savvy storyteller said that he said: "We say that Qinzhou, the most remarkable thing is the Xiuxian Mojia. 咱Qinzhou is not a barren land like Yuanzhou, a plaque of Qinzhou Inn. When you kneel down and take advantage of three people, you have to marry a monk. Why is Qinzhou so prosperous? It is because of the Mohist family that they are rooted in Qinzhou."
A middle-aged man with a monk looks happily: "Don't talk nonsense, continue."
The storyteller stroked a goatee and continued: "I said that 30,000 years ago, there were nine great families in Xuantian mainland. At that time, the Mohist family was the first. It was rumored that the Mohist had a genius, a thousand. Years old is the cultivation of the late Shenhua, and accompanied by the peak of the Taihua Mountain Yufeng Peak, and traveled through the entire Xuantian continent! The two famous names are really famous, it is said that these two great powers are not only life and death. Friends, and later became a Taoist. When they were four thousand years old, they flew together into a fairy, leaving a good story."
Some mortal people asked curiously: "The genius of the Mohist family is a woman?"
The storyteller swayed his head.
A young mortal girl asked: "Is the power of Taihuashan a woman at the time?"
The storyteller shook again.
All the people were shocked, but they saw a young monk from a handsome and gentleman who patted the table and sang: "My ancestor is a man, and the peak of the Taihua Mountain is also a man. My generation of people who cultivate the fairy, where the so-called men and women are different, If you disagree, dare you ask me a sword in my hand?"
The people immediately dared not to say anything again. The storyteller apparently did not expect that there was a Mexican family in this small teahouse. He was red-faced and ready to change the story.
Who knows that the Mexican family smiled boldly and said: "We have a bright and bright home, and you continue to say, if you don't say it, I will tell you, let the people of the world know the prestige of my ancestors. Although my ancestor has already risen three Wannian, but still the pride of my Mohist family, the ancestor named ... 咦, the mother of the ancestor has not told me before..."
"His name is Mo Qing."
A clear, low-pitched voice rang out beside the children of the Moh family. The young monk turned his head and looked at it subconsciously. Only then did he find himself sitting next to his own man in a green shirt.
The monk carefully looked at each other, but whenever he moved his eyes, he found that he could not remember what he had just seen, and he could not always see what the other party looked like.
The Mozi children asked with vigilance: "How do you know the name of my ancestors?"
The man in the green shirt laughed low, like a spring breeze, he took some broken silver and left it on the table. When everyone looked at him carefully, he had already left, leaving only a vain words: "He called ink. Qing, his Taoist name is Jiu Lian. Taihua Mountain and the Mojia generation have made good connections, and today they have a chance to see you with the Mojiazi and leave you a chance."
The other people in the teahouse didn't know why they looked at the broken silver on the table. Only the young and handsome Mozi's child was foolish and stupid, and a blue glow flashed between the eyebrows. For a long time, he has been sitting in the seat of this tea house, because he is a child of Moh, no one dares to ask him to leave.
He rose for a full three days.
Three days later, he suddenly got up and excitedly bowed to the place where the man in the green shirt had been sitting.
"The Mohist family is the third son of Moqiu, thanking the predecessors for giving them a chance!"
- Again, the Moh is still the head of the family, and the shackles have not been exiled to the cold desert.
Then there are Zhangzhou, Lanzhou, Mengzhou, Ganzhou...
Xuantian mainland has six major families, headed by the Mohist family, and the other five families are Yunjia, Cangjia, Weijia, butjia and Huantai.
I don’t see the white house, I don’t see my family, I don’t see the Geng family.
Among the many sects, Taihua Mountain stands out from the mountains with insurmountable strength. Under it, there are four major sects, headed by Yuanzong, followed by Feihuazong, and the Shenjian sect is slightly obvious in the last few thousand years. The youngest of the four ancestral sects, Xiongzong, have surpassed the gods. The trend of the sword.
Luo gradually walked slowly to the mountain where the soul was once broken. It was already ridiculous.
A thousand years ago, the Broken Soul was only a second-rate sect. They found a relic of the immortal, and they wanted to be swallowed up, and finally they were completely destroyed. The ruins are dangerous. On the Xuantian continent, many of the great powers have fallen, including an elder of the Taihua Mountain Cong Shuangfeng, named Xing Xingzi.
Luo gradually saw the remains of the broken souls being used as beasts by many beasts. He looked at them silently, then turned and left.
When I arrived in Ganzhou, it was already dark.
However, in the Zongmen Mountain area of ​​Guiyuanzong, a warm and bright Buddha light illuminates the heavens and the earth, and a golden golden lotus is opened.袅袅 袅袅 音 不断 不断 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在
This voice is sincere and sincere: "The heart is sincere, its true thoughts, it is hell, it is also the way home. May this merit, solemn Buddha Pure Land. Report the four graces, the next three hardships. If there are people, Learned about Bodhicitta. Eliminate the barriers of the susceptibility to the stagnation of the affair. Amitabha, here is the true meaning, and why frivolous."
跪 僧 僧 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归 归
A white and clear young monk smiled slightly, like the spring light of the willow, bright and gentle.
This meditation conference opened for seven days. Luo gradually settled in the clouds. He listened to the young monk and argued for seven days. When he was on the last day, he waited for the young monk to return to the house. He smiled and said: "Listen to the Buddha. When the child walks in the world, he never owes people cause and effect."
Under the bright sunshine, the smile of Tsing Yi’s monk is beautiful and beautiful.
It was the Buddha who couldn’t help but stay for a moment. Then he went to a Buddhist ceremony and smiled: "What is the cause, what is the fruit?"
Luo gradually cleared up: "I have a acquaintance with the Buddha, it is because of it. It is a reversal, it is a fruit."
The two men laughed in unison, and Luo gradually settled back to Yuanzong for a few days before he left under the buddhist.
- Again, the confidant is still the one, the Buddha has never changed.
Crossing Zhangzhou is Yunzhou, and then passing through a big river, it is the magic domain.
More than a thousand years ago, a demon repaired out of the world, forced by the powerful strength of the righteous monk had to admit the status of the magic repair, but also recognized the "magic respect" of the prestige. Magic Qianqiu divided an area next to Yunzhou as a magical domain to accommodate the magic of the world and establish the Magic Palace.
When Luo gradually came to the magic mountain of the Magic Road, he heard a voice of angry roar.
The Magic Road Palace left protects Qin Qinhe likes to wear white clothes. He is carrying a big knife and chasing behind a black man. The appearance of the two is similar, they are handsome and easy, but Qin Guihe is softer.
Qin Guihe roared: "You put Yunxiang out again, how do you let her go out again! Qin Siyi, you stand for Laozi! Waiting for the palace owner to come back and know that Yunxiang went to the 36th state. you see how he will dispose of you. do not think you are sixty years ago Bridging of God, I will not dare to beat you, I dare you to stop! "
Qin Siyi was cold with a handsome face and said with a blank expression: "You put the knife down first."
Qin Guihe directly smashed the big knife: "Let your grandfather's knife!"
Qin Siyi stretched out his fingers and caught the flying knife, which was nothing to attack. He curled his eyebrows: "My grandfather is also your grandfather."
"That put your son's knife!!!"
"...I don't have a son."
"Whose knife is that?"
"Let my lover's knife."
A magical palace in Huang Yi is sitting in the palace on the top of the mountain, turning a blind eye to the two inexplicable guards under the mountain. There have been many magic repairs to report, one person said that "left guardian law broke a palace", one person said "right guardian law in order not to hurt the left guardian law, has been running to the mountains."
At this point, I only took a table, and the pressure of the early days of the gods spilled out. The eyebrows screamed and shouted: "The palace master only went out for five days, and you will make such a look! Yunxiang is stubborn, but also It is impossible to have an accident. She has already had a fit period. Qin Guihe, you should not use the title. Qin Siyi, you repeat, where is Yunxiang going?"
Qin Siyi grabbed his brother's waist and held a big knife in one hand. He looked up to the position of the palace and said: "Zhangzhou."
In the sky, Luo gradually sighed and heard the words, and finally could not help but sneer.
- Again, the Magic Road Palace is still the Magic Road Palace, Yunxiang still went to Zhangzhou.
I have never seen a good friend, although Luo Qingqing said that he regrets, but he is not too anxious.
The magic millennium has been promoted to the gods more than 800 years ago, and it has long been the cultivation of the middle of the gods. His life is still two thousand years old. The limit is far away from him. It is only a matter of time before flying into a fairy. At least the magic is still alive.
Luo gradually cleared the next thing to go to the demon.
Three thousand years ago, the sixty-four demon statues did not fall, and even now, not only the beasts, but even the demon can fly. Although the sixty-four demon statues, only more than 20 demon statues have successfully soared, but the relationship between the Terran and the demon family is not so tense, but occasionally some local wars will occur because of the competition for resources.
At this time, among the Yaozu, the light is the heavenly demon, but it is more than forty. Luo gradually walks in the cold of the forest, no one can detect his existence. He walked through the thirteenth sea, all the way forward, went to the depths of the demon, did not see the eternal age, but when he reached the second sea, stopped in front of a stone monument.
This stone monument is called "The Unique Longevity Monument."
Luo gradually looked at the stone tablet silently. For a long time, he lifted his footsteps and left.
Three thousand years ago, Cang Ruo demon did not give pointers. The breath of the beast was not contaminated with this stone tablet. Therefore, the stone tablet is still a stone monument, and it can never become a monster, not to mention the demon.
In the current enchantment, there are some ancient demon statues that gradually come to know. Cang Ruo, Zi Yan, Ming Jia and several other demon statues have been in the past 30,000 years, and some demon statues can not become immortals, but they have not fallen for a while, but there are still less than 10,000 years left. life.
When he left the enchantment, Luo gradually passed the first sea. He thought for a moment and went to Longdao.
Long Island used to be the home of Cang Ruo, and later became the home of Jin.
Luo gradually cleared the original just to look at it from a distance. Whoever expected that he had not been close, he heard a burst of explosions coming from near Longdao. When he was close, he saw that the magic of the sky was filled with the dragon island of the birds and flowers. A glamorous red demon adorned the long whip, and the white dragon was pulled over, and the voice sneered coldly. Road: "If there is anything else, your father and your mother's old friend will come here by visiting your name. The deity will rush to the demon and open the killing ring. Do you believe it or not?"
The white dragon flashed a dazzling light, and instantly turned into an elegant and elegant blue demon statue.
Upon seeing it, the Red Devil turned and wanted to leave. The latter suddenly caught him from behind him. His voice was soft and gentle, as if the spring water hit the rock: "Ignore them, good, good."
"Snapped--"
A whip slammed on the other's cheek, but the sound was loud, but it only broke a few hairs, and did not really hurt this handsome and precious face.
The magic picks up an eyebrow and uses the whip handle to evoke the squat of Jin, and says: "Then you have to go with me to find him after a few days."
Jin hesitated and frowned, and finally nodded.
Losing the shape of Luo in the distance: "..."
Almost all fleeing, Luo gradually cleared all the way from the first sea of ​​the demon to the Taihua Mountain. He subconsciously rushed into the Taihua Mountain and went to the Yufeng Peak.
Even after a few days, the impact of the scene on Luo Qingqing was too great.
Although he knew in the northern part of the land, the heart of Jin’s departure did not know why, even in the chest of the magic. However, there is nothing in the empty chest, and there is only one demon, which maintains his breath. Therefore, Jin’s retreat has fallen sharply, and even the hope that the beast can be a fairy can be broken.
But why, come back again, the heart of Jin’s departure is still in the chest of the magic, why are they...
It turned out to be that kind of relationship!
Luo gradually felt that when he was on the last time, he might be too hasty and did not observe anything. He panicked into the Yufeng Peak, rushed through dozens of bans, almost slammed through the bamboo forest, just as soon as he looked up, he saw two elegant and chic bamboo houses and... one standing in the bamboo house Before, looking down at his white sage.
His eyes were slightly wide, and Luo’s heart seemed to have a drum in his heart. He stood in the bamboo forest and couldn’t even say a word.
This scene, he has seen countless times in the past few years.
At that time, he took Li Xiuchen to the nightmare. Every time he met a nightmare, he would meet this scene. In this illusion, this man shouted his name over and over, hugged him over and over again, and passed the hot temperature to him over and over again.
But they are all just illusions.
But now...
"Get rid of."
The cold and indifferent voice rang softly on the jade peak, and Luo gradually cleared his body stiffly, only to see that the slender and transparent phoenix was reflecting a self-conscious. He was no longer calm and calm, he began to panic, and he even began to fear.
Luo gradually recalled his previous situation with the mysterious spirit. He trembled and sang, and his heart was filled with sourness, but his face was respectful and said seriously: "Master, disciple... come back. Disciple There are still some things to think about. I want to go back to the house first, and I will tell you about the experience of going out tomorrow."
Luo gradually cleared his toes and couldn't wait to go to his bamboo house.
He suddenly realized that even if all of this was started again, even if Jiulian, Moqing, and Cangru had their excellent endings, even if the heavens in this world had already been re-established, even the monsters could become immortals.
But those people are no longer those people.
Mo Qiu is a child of the Mohist family, but the devil has never known him.
He and Xuan Lingzi ... are just masters and apprentices. He does not know whether Xuan Lingzi will still like him, but as long as he is still an apprentice of this person, he will be satisfied.
As long as those people are doing very well, he has nothing to ask for.
But just as Luo gradually cleared the bamboo house, his hand was suddenly pulled.
Luo gradually turned to look at the horror, but his arm was pulled forward and suddenly fell into a arms. The elegant lotus scent lingers in the nose, and Luo gradually trembles and does not dare to move, but the man’s hand gently grips his waist, the gentle voice is almost petting, whispering in his ear
"Get rid of, I am back."
Luo gradually cleared his eyes and looked up to see this person. I saw that the mysterious spirit is still so indifferent expression, but a pair of scorpions are soft and sullen, immersed in rich feelings, almost a look at Luo gradually clear: this is still his silent!
No matter why the mysterious son would remember those, Luo gradually held the other side tightly and said hoarsely: "Master." When the two words fell, the youth had already trembled with a tail, and seemed to have a crying sound. .
Xuan Lingzi kissed Luo’s face with pity, and each kiss was as feather-like as it was to treat the most important treasures in the world. Luo gradually swayed the scorpion and let the other party kiss like this. When Xuan Lingzi kissed the lips quickly, he slowly stopped moving and looked down at Luo.
Luo gradually cleared his head and looked at him.
Just a glance, but it seems like a million years.
Luo gradually cleared the neck of Xuan Lingzi, and he had to kiss him regardless of the place, but he listened to this moment. At the end of Taihua, there was an arrogant and arrogant voice: "Luohuashan’s Luo gradually clears, man? Deity Come see you, don't give the deity down!"
Luo gradually became a stiff body, and his mind flashed an impossible answer.
Xuan Lingzi has held him even tighter and said: "Don't ignore him."
Luo gradually cleared his mind and said: "But he is a magician, how can he come here, why should he call me like that, is he like you... Hehe..."
The hot and hot kiss sealed Luo’s words, and Xuan Lingzi’s arms were strong, and the beloved was in his arms, as if he was to be embedded in the flesh and blood. From the beginning of the Wei dynasty to the later cooperation, Luo gradually plunged into the kiss wholeheartedly, filling the hollow in his heart with the temperature close together.
Under the peak of Yuxi, Moqianqiu shouted a few times, but did not wait for the response of the people on the mountain, but waited for some monks in the Taihua Mountain.
On the peak of Yuxi, a pair of masters and apprentices clung together, and when they kissed, they went to the bamboo house and stopped asking about anything from the outside world.
In the clear and cloudless sky, a thick book fell from the sky and seemed to be on the peak of the jade. However, this book was only half-flying, and it was smashed into pieces by an invisible force. The force returned quietly to heaven, and the fragments of the book were swept by the wind, becoming powdered, and never seen again.
"Seeking Immortal"?
It’s just not a fairy.