Chapter 540: Xiayou

"Command?" Wumu Eyed Lianmin was trembling, and saw the voice above coldly say: "How bold..."

Wumu Eyed Lianmin kowtowed, shocked:

"Small repair understands! Small repair understands! The adult's immortal career is vast, and the life nature is heaven-made. Small repair's fate is thin and entered a wrong path, only having a turning point in life to see the adult's face one or two!"

"Since I have seen the adult, my life has climbed to the dignity... Small repair understands, it counts as the top ones coming together... After seeing the immortal appearance, I must also die here... Now there is only a heart of respect!"

Wumu Eyed Lianmin mourned: "Dust fate is all kinds, the karma created, all willing to repay with the body, suffer all kinds of karma fire burning, only willing to get a clean body, throw into the immortal's dignity, as a Taoist boy in the immortal's cave, a small official in the Dharma world..."

He was mournful in voice and color, and his Dharma tears were full, making Lu Jiangxian couldn't help but sigh:

'Worthy of being a Buddhist compassion! A pair of good lips!'

His voice was light, echoing in the air, ignoring Wumu Eyed Lianmin's full belly of words, and coldly said:

"This seat has placed chess pieces in the world, but you have many hands and feet... If traces are left in the future, this seat will not only call you to be burned by all kinds of karma fire..."

Wumu Eyed Lianmin understood that the key point had come, only wishing he could take out his heart to show it, shocked: "Immortal... Immortal... Small repair still has some means! Must do this thing properly! Never let the Immortal worry about it, if there is trouble, must suffer the most painful and deep suffering, never be able to transcend!"

Unexpectedly, a bright light fell from above, directly into his mind, and the voice of the white-clothed immortal above was ethereal, replying:

"Today's oath, should be on your body."

Lu Jiangxian's hand brilliance flowed, Mingyang nature flashed, the Wumu Eyed Lianmin in front of him scattered like smoke and disappeared. The moon-white hall disappeared slowly, returning to the deep sky.

Wumu Eyed Lianmin's memory flowed, Lu Jiangxian looked carefully twice.

This Wumu Eyed Lianmin's secular name was Xiao, and he was originally a small cultivator in the Tiefo State in the north. He practiced demonic arts. At that time, under the rule of Emperor Zhaowu Father Qiyanzhi, this Wumu Eyed Lianmin was still a follower of the Helian family.

"This Father Qiyanzhi is an enlightened monarch. Under his rule, the three paths of immortal, demonic, and Buddhist are equal, each prosperous, and each has a place."

At that time, Wumu Eyed Lianmin broke through Foundation Establishment. In his memory, the sun was dim, the sky was full of red blood, the wood and stone on the road were weeping, and everyone was panicked. The Helian family ancestor just showed his head, and was hooked away by something, leaving only panicked screams.

Wumu hid in the ground for three months. When he came out, he knew that Emperor Zhaowu Father Qiyanzhi collapsed in Yincheng Prefecture, and the Crown Prince Father Qidangle ascended the throne, welcoming the seven statues into the capital. Because of his demonic cultivator status, Wumu was frequently pursued and almost lost his life.

He hurriedly threw away the Dao system and turned to the Buddhist sect. Unexpectedly, his temperament happened to be consistent with this path, and he walked to the position of compassion step by step.

This person cherished his life the most. Even if he became a Dharma Master and had many reincarnation means, he rarely left the north, only doing whatever he wanted on his one-third of an acre of Wumu Temple. In his 700-year memory, he spent 400 years enjoying himself.

He had a whim and planned to go to the south. Who knew that he had just arrived in Xu State in Jiangbei, and happened to meet Duanmu Kui who came to Jiangbei to search for things and had seen immortals. Wumu saw that he was only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and he was a compassion, laughed three times, but didn't expect to be beaten into meat mud by Duanmu Kui holding a book, and the compassion body he had was wasted, and he never crossed the river again.

"700 years of practice..."

Most of Wumu's memory is Buddhist cultivation methods, but after all, he has practiced for 700 years, and he has studied the cultivation methods of demonic and immortal cultivation. Needless to say, the demonic cultivation methods, and the immortal cultivation ones are all ancient methods.

"No wonder Wumu Eyed Lianmin also classifies Zifu Golden Core Dao as demonic cultivation..."

He quickly changed direction and checked carefully. In Wumu Eyed Lianmin's memory, there were three other phenomena of True Monarch-level falling like Emperor Zhaowu, not to mention the suspected ones...

"The other three times are concentrated in the two hundred years from 700 years ago to 500 years ago..."

Lu Jiangxian silently recorded it, used the backhand left in Wumu Eyed Lianmin's soul, and secretly observed the scene in Taixu.

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Wumu Eyed Lianmin woke up from Taixu in a trance, the magic formula in his hand was only pinched halfway, it seemed that only one breath had passed, only feeling like a lifetime away, golden light flashing in front of him, lotus falling.

He was shocked for a moment, feeling the scorching magic power looming in the depths of his soul, understanding that everything just now was not an illusion, and his heart was bitter to the bottom.

"How?"

A compassion with red skin and green eyes on the side asked, but the tone was very mocking: "Wumu adult woke up suddenly, presumably it was moved by the number of lives, and there was some good opportunity! Tell me about it?"

Although the crowd of compassions were motionless, each holding a magic instrument, like a pile of dense statues, Wumu Eyed Lianmin understood that his pause had already fallen into the eyes of the crowd, and they were all looking at him.

What made him even more cold was the 【Maha Zhelu】 Mohe behind him. Although he was sinking in Taixu, phantomized into a thousand-eye body to watch Xu State, but if there was a big movement, this Mohe would definitely look over, and his situation would be even more difficult.

He was not panicked, the small copper sword in his hand pretended to be panicked and retracted, and sure enough, he saw the red-skinned green-eyed compassion laugh, sarcastically: "It was your Luo Han who died!"

As soon as this remark came out, he secretly called out well in his heart, and sure enough, the peeping eyes retreated more than half, and moved away uninterestingly. Wumu Eyed Lianmin only said coldly:

"Chiluo, what does it have to do with you?"

The dojo of this Chiluo Eyed Lianmin was adjacent to his Wumu Temple, and he had always been at odds with him, and there were many disputes in the early years. Wumu hated him for a long time, and for the first time felt that this guy was somewhat useful. He made the expression of being fierce and cowardly, and sure enough, he saw Chiluo Eyed Lianmin smile:

"Did your Luo Han die in Jiangnan?"

Before he could answer, Chiluo Eyed Lianmin only said:

"Duanmu Kui died long ago! Afraid to such an extent... it is considered to have lost the face of Empty No Phase, 【Maha Zhelu】 adult actually has such waste under his hands? If I were there at that time, I would definitely beat this barbarian to a bloody head."

'Not good!'

He called out bitterly in his heart, and sure enough, as soon as 【Maha Zhelu】 was mentioned, an eye looked over slowly behind him, staring straight at the two, his voice like a ghost: "Don't be noisy! There are guests coming."

Wumu Eyed Lianmin's heart eased, secretly said: "It is indeed the Immortal's means are high. My life number has been handed over to Mohe, and there is something planted in my soul, but he doesn't know it at all... It is indeed at least a Golden Core-level means!"

He was thinking, but in front of him, hundreds of golden rays rose, a lotus platform flew up out of thin air, sitting on it was a five or six-year-old child, carved with pink and jade, exquisite and cute, with a golden temple floating behind him, and incense and burning smoke like a waterfall flowing out, soft and good-looking.

Below, a small cultivator immediately announced: "Respectfully welcome the 【Great Eyed Lianmin Good Music Lotus World Phase】 Jinlian Mohe dignity of Lotus Temple!"

"【Good Music Phase】 someone is coming..."

The crowd of compassions flashed thoughts, and saw the child's voice drifting, calling: "Maha Zhelu! Someone from the Tuoba family is coming!"

Bai Xiang Valley.

Li Xizhi practiced for half a year, calm and quiet, and it was winter with snow. The mountains and forests were white, and the scenery was different from Jiangnan, which was very reassuring.

After guarding for a long time, it happened that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth changed continuously, and the rosy light flowed. Li Xizhi's accumulation was solid, swallowed the talisman pill, and logically broke through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

The two people who came with him: Yu Yuwei of Panqi Peak, Quan Yi of Lenghe Peak, have gradually settled down. Yu Yuwei's two disciples have arrived, and Quan Yi, who was timid at first, also practiced with peace of mind.

Several people talked in the courtyard from time to time, facing the white snow all over the sky. The two juniors served in front, and everyone in the valley knelt and listened to the side, listening to the intoxication, drinking and discussing some small Dao matters, and there was really a bit of leisure.

Occasionally, people from several checkpoints managed by everyone came from the valley, and the guarding Foundation Establishment cultivators came to report, but there was nothing major, only a few demonic cultivators ran over.

"Brother Xizhi!"

The middle-aged man Quan Yi now called him brother. Although he was slightly older, he did not dare to be big.

"What a good snow!"

In half a year, Li Xizhi was also familiar with this Quan Yi. This person grew up in the sect, his mind was not deep, he had no wife or children, and only an old mother in the peak.

He had no intention of a Daoist partner, and had no partners. The rare thing he did was to successfully build the foundation. He just wanted to protect his mother to spend his old age in peace. Now he was requisitioned, naturally unwilling, but after more than half a year, he was familiar, and he had a bit of a smile.

Yu Yuwei sat on the side, sipped wine, and sighed: "Xizhi... your family's elder is really divine... array cut Murong Wu..."

Li Xizhi sneered. He was indeed happy when he got the news. Quan Yi asked east and west. After a few months, it faded away. Only this Yu Yuwei remembered it all the time, always talking about it, often with memories.

Li Xizhi nodded slightly, still thinking about his family on the other side of the mountain, staring quietly at the snow, and before long, he actually saw a piece of black light galloping from the south, stopping outside the array.

"Hmm?"

Li Xizhi stood up, and Yu Yuwei, who was calm, also became serious. Suddenly he heard someone shouting outside the array:

"Third Young Master! Third Young Master? Wushao is here! Sending something over!"

"Li Wushao..."

Li Xizhi was somewhat surprised. This demon snake was subdued by his father Li Yuanjiao personally. He naturally had seen this demon snake, and even in the name of the sect, he was Li Wushao's master.

Recognizing it at a glance, he flew to the front of the array and asked softly:

"How is the family? Why did you send you over?"

Li Wushao was dusty, shook off the flying snow on his body, revealed the black clothes that had not changed for ten thousand years, and replied: "Third Young Master, the pass just resisted a wave of demonic cultivators, and there is no major problem. It is Qinghong adult who collected the magic treasure and recast it, and let the subordinate send it over."

Li Xizhi nodded, observed carefully, it was indeed Li Wushao. He checked several tokens, and only then went out of the array. Li Wushao stared at him twice, and a look of envy appeared on his gloomy face, saying: "Third Young Master's cultivation has also surpassed me! Truly envious of me."

Li Xizhi used spiritual sense to look, it was indeed Li Wushao. Only then did he lead him into the array, replying: "Although your practice is slow, you have a long life, each has its own benefits... Don't say who envies whom."

Li Xizhi apologized to the people in the courtyard and took Li Wushao back to the room. Only then did Li Wushao take a folding fan from his sleeve.

Then he saw that the fan was dark blue, presenting more than half an arc circle, twelve umbrella bones were clean and neat, emitting gloomy luster, seemingly mixed with some kind of rosy light, and the fan body floated with dots of colorful light.

Li Xizhi revealed a bit of a smile, took it in his hand, and felt it carefully. Li Wushao replied:

"This was snatched by Qinghong adult after killing the Helian family. Originally, there were only six fan bones. It was a demonic treasure, refined very exquisitely with souls and blood energy, capable of blowing gray demonic wind, and perhaps there are other uses..."

"Later, I asked someone to modify it carefully, thinking of taking it to the Young Master, so these blood energy souls were removed, and cold essence and mysterious iron were used to supplement it. The quality fell slightly, but it can be considered good."

"It was originally a large fan that could cover half a person. Now that the fan bones have been added and the fan surface has been thickened, it is only the size of a chest... I searched and searched and only got a little rosy light treasure, and melted it in."

Li Xizhi listened carefully, and replied very softly "Good". From his perspective, this magic treasure can only be considered ordinary in Foundation Establishment, but it has a different meaning, so he smiled:

"Trouble Wushao senior to tell the aunt, laboring the aunt to worry."

Li Wushao nodded, replying:

"Must bring it..."

Li Xizhi nodded, and Li Xizhi quickly thought of one thing:

"Back then when I broke through, Xiaoer picked a 【Six-colored Rainbow Mist】 for me, which is still in the storage bag. It is just right to take it out, refine it day and night, and refine it into this fan surface."

He was thinking about this, Li Wushao nodded quickly, took a letter and handed it to him, cupped his hands and replied:

"Then the subordinate will go back... just afraid that if I leave for too long, something will happen to the checkpoint, and I will fall into the mouth of others..."

Li Xizhi naturally nodded, sent him all the way, and flew to the outside of the array. Li Wushao's gloomy face hesitated for a while, replying:

"The old master is not in the world... Wushao should have guarded by the Young Master's side, but I was assigned not to be nearby, so please take care of yourself, Young Master."

This old snake was gloomy on weekdays, and didn't be polite when scolding people, but after decades, he lived a life that was completely incomparable to the East Sea. He remembered the kindness. Li Xizhi listened silently for a breath, nodded, and sent him all the way out of the valley.

He hung this 【Xiayou】 spirit fan at his waist, flew with the wind all the way, read the letter, and understood the situation in the pass. He fell back into the array. Yu Yuwei only looked at it and smiled:

"Congratulations to Xizhi for getting the magic treasure."

Quan Yi looked enviously, he only took it for granted that the sword behind Li Xizhi must be Foundation Establishment, and he had feather clothes, and the treasure fan was also Foundation Establishment. He congratulated him twice and sighed secretly: 'It's a pity that my Quan family's ancestors... missed the opportunity, the great opportunity was invested in Qingchi alone... even if it occupied more territory and waited for merger, it would be fine... My Quan family could also compare with Yuan, Yu, Ning and other surnames, not to the point of single transmission from generation to generation...'

He was thinking secretly, Li Xizhi and Yu Yuwei stood up in horror, looking at the north together, only to see gray mist rising, looming, floating in the air.

Quan Yi's face turned pale, shocked: "The Tuoba family has movement!" ===== CHAPTER 541 =====

"Congratulations to Xizhi for obtaining a magic treasure."

Quan Yi cast an envious glance. He took it for granted that the sword behind Li Xizhi was definitely Foundation Establishment, and he also had a feather garment; the precious fan was also Foundation Establishment. After offering two words of congratulations, he sighed inwardly: 'It is only a pity that my Quan clan ancestors... missed the opportunity. A great opportunity to throw oneself into Qingchi alone early on... even if it were just to occupy more territory and wait to be annexed... My Quan clan could also be better than the Yuan, Yu, and Ning surnames, and not end up at the point of having only one heir per generation...'

Just as he was thinking this secretly, Li Xizhi and Yu Yuwei stood up in horror, both looking toward the north. They saw gray, misty fog rising, appearing and disappearing, floating in the air.

Quan Yi's face turned pale, and he said in terror: "The Tuoba family is making a move!"