"Fight, hit as hard as possible..."

A blood-clothed Taoist, holding two killing swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, stood on the sea of ​​blood. He glanced at the direction of the East China Sea with fear, and then looked at the murderous monsters and witches under the star formation, and his lips widened.

smile.

Zixiao Palace heard that he arrived late and didn't get a seat. He hasn't been too active in these years. He just practiced quietly in the sea of ​​​​blood, but it was not without gains.

The stronger the killing energy between heaven and earth, the more perfect the innate Taoism in the River Styx, and he felt that his progress in cultivation was accelerating.

In the past, even if he faced Kunpeng, he might not be able to gain the upper hand. Now, after listening to the sermon twice, he felt that even if he faced Taiyi who was holding the Donghuang Bell, he would still be able to fight to a draw.

Improvement in strength is a gratifying thing.

But whenever he thinks of Taoist Mu from Donghai, Taoist Minghe feels a little unhappy.

Sanqing was just that, she was born with amazing heels. Nuwa and Jie Yin also became famous early and were very powerful people, but what the hell is Mu Taoist?

It was only successfully transformed thousands of years ago. Logically speaking, even a thing that is far inferior to Wuzhuang Guanzhen Yuanzi can actually increase its strength so quickly.

"It must be those six futons... The words of the holy throne are true, I regret it."

Styx hit his chest hard.

Feeling angina.

Every time I return to the sea of ​​​​blood and no one sees me, the regret will gnaw at my heart and bones.

"If I hadn't retreated at that time and rushed there early, would I have been able to occupy a futon?

If we fight for the seat, we won't give it up like that idiot Hong Yun, and the situation may be very different at this time. However, don't be too discouraged, plan carefully, there is still hope."

Taoist Styx's eyes sometimes became fierce, sometimes cold, and sometimes his face was full of contemplation. After looking at it for a while, he quietly sank into the sea of ​​blood.

…

"So majestic and murderous. This is the monk of my generation. No one dares to stop us in the world..."

Taoist Tongtian stopped in the clouds and was not in a hurry to return to Kunlun. He witnessed Yang Lin fighting against the twelve ancestral witches and getting rid of the monster clan's star formation in the sky. He was free and easy, coming and going as he pleased. He couldn't help but be elated.

"Huh, he's just a barbarian. No matter how strong his physical body and magical powers are, it doesn't matter if his combat power is not weak. If his moral conduct is poor, he will be busy in the future."

The original Taoist glanced sideways at Tongtian and said with some disdain.

He has always looked down upon the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the demon clan.

Especially in the late stage of the Quasi-Saint, after mastering the Dao, he could see the scenery at a higher place just one step away, and he didn't care about the ups and downs outside.

It doesn't matter if you can fight. The road to becoming a saint depends on the understanding of the rules. It's about the natural way of heaven. Fighting to the death, fighting, just waiting.

In particular, the one who was eager to learn but not imitated actually imitated the ancestral witches to study magical powers and the physical body, which almost made the original Taoist laugh out loud on the spot.

"Don't he know that the way of the witch clan, which specializes in the turbid and evil energy, is extremely hindering the cultivation of the soul and the understanding of the Tao and the Dharma? That's right, he is a little behind on his feet and his knowledge is low. The teacher does not know these basic common sense.

I don’t talk much about it, so it’s not surprising that he doesn’t know.”

"Regardless of whether Tao is good or not, I know that even now, second brother, you may not be able to beat him."

Taoist Tongtian was a little gloating about his misfortune. He didn't know when he started to like watching Taoist Yuan eat. For some reason, seeing the dark face of the second brother who liked to serve it all day long made him feel very comfortable.

"Metal combat is just for Xiao Doyle, why should I fight with him?" Yuan Yuan was not happy and said angrily: "Tongtian, you seem to be able to fight, otherwise, the two of us are squaring off. We haven't competed for several days.

After that, I see you are itchy."

"Who is afraid of whom?"

Taoist Tongtian showed no sign of weakness. He had just seen Taoist Mu fight, and to be honest, his hands were a little itchy.

On the spot, he pulled out the Qingping Sword from his back.

"That's enough. What's the point of fighting among brothers? No matter how strong Mu Taoist is, he will eventually go astray. In a few days, how can he be on par with us? Don't worry too much. Go back to Kunlun and set up a formation to guard the mountain.

This ancient world is noisy and not very clean, so we can’t see it and don’t pay attention to it.”

When I saw Yuan Yuan and Tong Tian quarreling again, I felt like they were three big heads, so I quickly stopped them.

He doesn't like fighting and killing the most. Now that the world is in chaos, he no longer has the mood to go out to find treasures or walk around to understand the world. It's annoying to watch.

It would be better to go back to your own cave, study carefully what you learned from listening to the sermon, and break through the last hurdle as soon as possible.

…

When Yang Lin returned to Hedao in the East China Sea, he found that his dojo was now more and more prosperous.

Let’s not talk about exotic flowers and plants, but just talk about rare birds and animals with gentle temperaments. The island has a lot of them.

Obviously, the two little crane boys still remembered their hobbies and set up a breeding farm early in order to satisfy the master's appetite.

These two guys are quite diligent in their cultivation.

However, after all, it has only been three thousand years, which is not too long. His cultivation is still in the early stage of Golden Immortal, and he is almost able to break through to the middle stage of Golden Immortal.

This is also to be expected.

Even in the prehistoric times, without lacking the vitality of heaven and earth, it would be difficult for ordinary monks to make progress when they reach the Golden Immortal realm.

At this point, you have to pay special attention to your heels and talent.

As long as the talent is slightly inferior, every step forward will take a long time.

The two white cranes are not considered to be aliens from heaven and earth, and their talents are lacking.

According to Yang Lin's judgment, if he did not intervene to force promotion, they could be promoted to the late Golden Immortal stage in their lifetime, which would be regarded as returning to their ancestors by blood.

However, as a boy, there is no need to have too high a level of cultivation. Even if you are a true immortal, let alone the golden immortal realm, it is enough to be able to take care of the cave and run the internal affairs.

There is no need for them in the war.

On the other hand, Xiaolan, this girl in a white dress who kept calling her ancestors, has grown up more and more. Not only has her cultivation improved rapidly, but she has already reached the middle stage of Golden Immortal. She is still planting all those magnolia seeds in her spare time.

It became a towering tree.

There were even more than ten transformed Mulan Tree Spirits.

As soon as Yang Lin came back, a large group of chubby boys and girls came to pay homage to their ancestors, which made Yang Lin feel complicated.

‘Are these my descendants? Well, those who are planted can be considered my descendants.’

He casually gave some gifts to reward these little guys. After some practice tests, he asked Xiaolan to lead them away.

Then, check out the harvest this time.

Leaving aside the gains in Taoism and strength gained from listening to the lectures in Zixiao Palace, the income from the Taoist discussion with Hou Tu on the way is the real big deal.

Originally, in the Zixiao Palace, because he was racing against time to gain enlightenment and practice, he had already exhausted all his martial luck points...

After a "friendly discussion" with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Chapter completed!