Chapter 1083 Avoidance
Middle Earth.
The coast of the East China Sea.
The pass was already filled with livestock and carriages, and many huts were surrounded by crowds.
There were also monks sitting in some pavilions.
A young man in a green robe and carrying a sword case also came to the pass. Looking at the hundred-foot-high pass, he walked towards the gate leisurely without paying attention to the large army of soldiers standing beside him.
Before he could walk over, a flying token suddenly stood in front of him.
The token was rolled into a strong man about ten feet tall.
He was shining with golden light and holding a ring knife.
He said coldly and stiffly: "The Wanfa Sect has closed the mountain. Please sit next to it."
The strong man pointed to a pavilion on the side.
The young man looked over. Those mortal armies could not pose a threat to him at all. As a Yuanying Zhenjun, he was not afraid of this strong man.
He said loudly: "I have something important to do, I can't wait, please let me go, otherwise don't blame Daojianwu..."
"Little brother."
The young man was stunned when he heard it.
The old man in the pavilion waved his hand and said: "Little brother, don't be impulsive, there are thousands of barriers ahead, you can't pass other barriers even if you pass this one."
Feeling the old man's aura of transformation, the young man looked at the swelling strong man, thought about it and gave up.
"What a pity." On the top of the city, a venerable in a black and white robe squatted, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, with a look of regret: "I thought that if this kid wanted to break in, I wouldn't have to wait here so boringly. I didn't expect that young people nowadays are so aware of the times."
The venerable standing next to him with his shoulders crossed said angrily: "Damn it!"
"Do you think we, the disciples of Wanfa Sect, are coolies?"
"Guxianlou is fighting with others, but instead of going to Guxianlou's Taoist temple, it comes to the coast of the East China Sea. For the battle with Daojun, it will lock billions of miles of territory, a total of 1,350 levels, how much manpower and material resources have been invested..."
"Fortunately, Guxianlou is willing to provide spiritual stones."
The squatting venerable shrugged, spit out the dogtail grass, and said: "Besides, we don't have to worry about anything with the ancestor watching."
The venerable with his arms crossed said happily: "I heard that the ancestor Wanling is also in the East China Sea."
"The ancestor Wanling volunteered."
"But the ancestor Wanling is really young, so he is just the deputy commander, and the commander is still the old Taoist."
...
East China Sea
Jialong Pass.
The two Taoist Lords sitting in the palace were listening to the reports of the juniors.
The thin old man in the main seat looked at the other seat with a smile and asked: "What do you think, Elder Wanling? Are there any omissions in these arrangements that you can point out?"
"Elder Fu's decision will never go wrong."
"I came here with the mentality of learning, so I dare not talk about guidance."
The tall Taoist Lord wearing a black and red Taoist robe and a hood bowed slightly.
The evil ghost mask blocked most of his face, only a pair of double pupils rotated.
Those juniors hurriedly lowered their heads, wanting to see but not daring to. They had heard of the reputation of this elder, and the legends he had piled up were enough to compile into a long and great work.
Not to mention the distant past, the giant monster was killed in the West Sea, the evil god was destroyed in the North Lu, and the Wanfa Daotong was rebuilt in a lost world...
The Emperor personally accepted him as a disciple.
Originally, the sect wanted to transfer this God of Killing to the West to fight against Buddhism, but he didn't want to go there, but volunteered to come to the East Sea to suppress it.
He had a clean background, and he worked his way up from a small place to the center, and he made countless contributions. In addition, he was young, and he was definitely a representative of the younger generation. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was the one that everyone expected.
Fu Daojun was surprised and smiled, "The future is limitless."
Then he talked about business: "This time, there are many sects and forces coming and going, Shangqing, Daluo Sect, Yuhuang..., Taiyi Shengxian, Taiyi Donghuang,..., Da Leiyin Temple, Wanfo Temple, Tantric Sect, Baima..., you don't need to pay so much attention to these, you should guard against Xuanmen."
"Elder, we are Xuanmen, why should we guard against Xuanmen?"
"Many forces of Xuanmen participated in the planning of the Ancient Immortal Building in the forbidden land of the gods, involving many cultivators, Hehuan, Five Elements Weide Law Alliance, Dongxuantian, Yunxiatian..., Tianmen, Xingxuan, Shengguang Holy Land..."
Fu Daojun said in a deep voice: "If they take action, it will easily become a war in the cultivation world, and many people will die."
...
Inside the palace of Hehuan Sect
Liu Yanghe bowed respectfully and said, "Master, why did you come out of retreat so early? It's only July now, and it's still a long way to the middle of the month."
The cultivator sitting in the main seat said solemnly, "It's better to come out of retreat earlier, so that I can see the strength of that person."
Seeing the master so serious, Liu Yanghe felt uncomfortable.
In just a blink of an eye, the treasure that he once regarded as an opportunity has moved the sect. He secretly hated himself for his mediocre means and not being able to break out of the siege in the battle of the forbidden land of the gods and become the treasure.
"Master, don't worry, that person's strength is indeed extraordinary. I have been fighting with him for a long time. If it weren't for the help of many Taoist friends, I would have been defeated. But compared with the long-famous Yuan Tong Daojun, he is like a firefly against the bright moon, and is not at the same level at all."
"Yuan Tong Daojun can definitely kill him."
Liu Yanghe sighed at Tu Shanjun's self-importance in his heart.
Thinking about the man's arrogance.
The man who had just achieved enlightenment in the forbidden land of the gods actually tried to summon his soul to fight with Yuan Tong.
"Shut up!"
The chief Taoist snorted coldly: "What do you know? When great ways fight, it's not easy to tell who wins or loses. How come you haven't achieved enlightenment yet?"
"I will wait for you to come back from the palace of the Wanfa Sect before I come out of retreat. If you can't achieve enlightenment, how can you attract people's attention?"
"You can't tell the difference between the primary and the secondary!"
Liu Yanghe was scolded profusely, but he didn't dare to refute anything. He went to show his courtesy to his master when he was asked to leave seclusion.
Plop.
"Disciple knows his mistake."
"The disciple also wants to win favor and add another elder to the sect. The disciple can also take the opportunity to cross this threshold."
Liu Yanghe sighed in grievance. At that time, he was a great sage, and the other party was just a saint. He didn't expect how long it would have passed before he suddenly became enlightened.
If I had known better, I would have proposed marriage earlier.
A large number of saints can still marry each other.
You marry one, and I marry another.
It is equivalent to a tacit understanding of allies.
The Taoist Lord on the main seat softened his heart and comforted him: "Look carefully and study, and if you understand the Tao, you will become the Tao. Don't think about these things."
"The Wanfa Sect was still weak in ancient times, but it was completely established in the Middle Ages. Although its foundation is slightly inferior, this sect has some evil sects. The disciples are highly qualified and fast in cultivation, and they have the potential to be the leader in Xuanmen."
…
July thirteenth. Wang Yuwei of Dongxuantian frowned and said, "It's not because you don't dare to come. The Dao Lord's fortress of the Ancient Immortal Tower is right in the sky."
"Hard to say."
"If he really cowers in the cloudy sky and doesn't come out, Guxianlou will not send Dao Lord to kill Dongyue for fear of Dongyue. At most, he will use force to suppress the situation and use other forces to force him. But wouldn't this weaken the opponent? "
"Once Mr. Yuan Tongdao crosses the Three Flowers Realm, there will be no way to save him."
"He has to come whether he comes, or he has to come if he doesn't come. There is no choice."
"The difference is just dying standing up and dying on your knees."
"Why?"
"This matter has to start from the place where the God of Zhengfa is forbidden."
A group of Xuanmen saints gathered together and listened to the various additions, finally understanding the grudge.
He was even more surprised to hear that the main soul of the weapon spirit had taken out the future soul of the Cui family great sage.
That one ranks quite high on the Holy Master list.
No matter where this matter was brought up, everyone would jump at it, and it was difficult for Guxianlou to remain calm. After such a long time, the old matter was brought up again, and he planned to settle the grudges.
It didn't actually take long.
"..."
Tang An Huang and Xuan Nan were side by side.
Emperor Tang An looked at Dao Lord sitting cross-legged in the void on the sea in the distance.
He withdrew his gaze and said, "I heard that fellow Taoist's senior brother, Master Ruzang, left Daleiyin Temple and went to Yintian. Could this be the reason why fellow Taoist came here?"
"Amitabha, it is true that this young monk has a purpose, but the more important thing is to resolve the cause and effect."
"The young monk still took action in the Divine Forbidden City."
Xuannan chanted the Buddha's name.
…
Buzz!
Ripples appeared in the void, like the waves of a long river pushing forward. A giant ship tore open the gap in the void to reveal itself in the barrier, then broke through the barrier and hung in the sky.
Boom!
Accompanied by huge waves, the giant ship steadily rode the waves of the East China Sea.
The rolling waves are like white silk spreading to both sides under the push of a loom.
"Coming."
The giant ship continued sailing under the spotlight.
Wu Rong, who was sitting cross-legged at the front of the deck, still had his eyes closed, relying on the magic weapon standing behind him, as if he was adjusting his breath and entering a state of concentration. It was still a time to recharge his batteries.
He will not leave the giant ship before July 15th, nor will he appear in the void of the domain.
"This...should we wake up Mr. Fu..."
The leader of the Xiangliu Clan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and seemed to be shaking with fear.
The sight that greeted him made him want to run away.
He didn't see those eyes and pressure when he went to Dongyue, but he saw them here.
Great sages are like clouds, saints are like rain.
The palaces and fortresses are connected to the city.
Throwing him into that pile doesn't look good at all.
"Yes, why do I feel that something is wrong with the formation..."
The leader of the Yingzhao tribe shrank back.
Yu Shen, who commanded the soldiers to dock, always had a calm expression and said calmly: "The master of the palace needs to recharge his batteries and no one is allowed to disturb him."
"They won't do anything to us. Don't be afraid. Even if we die here, it doesn't matter. We are enough to leave our names in the long history!"
Zhu Yan Tongbing stayed calm and gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, if you are afraid of a ball, you will die! I have already put all my wealth and life at risk!"
"Arrived."
"Make a fire and cook!"
Thousands of armored soldiers were quietly deployed under the leadership of Wu Huoqi.
…
"Look, they even ate it."
"Really eaten?"
"These little cultivators are heartless and don't know what they are facing. Look at those saints, they are so frightened that they are shaking in their legs."
"..."
July fourteenth.
Negative.
breeze.
…
July 15th.
clear.
It's windy.
Flags move.
Shadows come.
A tall ghost appeared on the deck of the giant ship and also appeared next to Wu Rong.
Tushanjun pinched his fingers.
Oval purple and black nail rhythm.
The voice of the magnetic sand was ethereal and said: "In the middle of the seventh month, the gate of ghosts opens, and the earthly officials come down to determine the good and evil in the world. The Taoist priests then chant sutras at night, and the hungry prisoners are also liberated."
Lean down.
Turned into a crazy ghost.
Wu Rong opened his eyes suddenly, and his big frosty eyes turned into yin and yang ghost eyes.
Slowly raise your palm.
A phantom ghost hand moved with him.
The moment he held the soul flag, his ghostly hand also tightened his grip.
boom!
The mysterious breath of the avenue turned into a demon that covered the sun and the sky.
Wu Rong, whose mouth was full of fangs, looked at Daoying who had already stood up in the distance, and said hoarsely: "Stay away from strangers!"