My Girlfriend From Turquoise Pond Requests My Help After My Millennium Seclusion

The northern border.

The western branch of the Wuyun Mountains.

The blue-faced ghost warrior is fighting the wood demon.

boom!

But some time.

All wood demons were killed by ghost warriors.

Pakistani logistics.

Transport stone personnel.

boom!

A young man smashed the wood demon with one punch.

"The Wushuangquan God protects my fists, cuts through thorns, and kills the Northern Wilderness Monster Race."

"die!"

boom!

Another punch.

After making sure that no enemy survived, Aoki took out the wooden plaque around his neck, put it in his hands, and worshipped it devoutly.

"What are you doing?" The ghost general looked at Aoki and asked.

"Respect the God of Wushuangquan, protect my fists, and kill countless monsters.

In the future, when the fist god dies, I will become the new fist god.

Now I want to be a boxing god, the first punch in Pakistan.

Among all those who worship the God of Wushuangquan, stand out.

Earn military exploits, make merit monuments. "Aoki said excitedly.

As if everything was to be expected.

"You're the first punch? No, the first punch is me." A ghost man immediately said.

"No, I am. I have worshipped Wushuangquan God for three years." Another ghost scholar said.

"I have worshipped for decades." Aoki said directly.

"I've been there for decades, and I still have the statue of the fist god."

Aoki refused to accept it, took out the wooden sign on his neck and said:

"Then do you have this? Wushuangquan God's first statue card in Pakistan, I carved it."

"This..." Everyone looked surprised.

They looked at the wooden sign and found that the punching posture on it was very imposing, mighty and vivid.

It's like having a spirit.

"Aoki, carve one for me."

"I want it too, I want it too."

"Then who is the first punch in Pakistan?"

"Aoki, Aoki, the first punch in the country of Ba."

The logistics ghost general, looked at these people and said:

"Hurry up, Aoki will carve first in the middle."

"Yes, Commander." Aoki responded immediately.

...

...

In the north of the Western Wilderness, it is extremely far away from Kunlun.

There was a wounded man carrying a dying boy on his back.

Go all the way.

Dare not to stop at all.

It seemed that someone would rush up at any time behind him.

"Ao Man, is the road wrong?" Ao Ye asked.

Yes, they are the Dragon Clan Ao Ye and the Eighth Prince Ao Man who have disappeared for decades.

Ao Man opened his eyes with difficulty,

Looking ahead, he nodded slightly, but did not speak.

He felt like he was going to die.

"Hold on, you are a congenital fairy, as long as you pass this level, you can be promoted directly to a true fairy." Ao Ye said.

He was still moving forward, not even a single point slower.

"Uncle Ao Ye, put me down, you should be able to escape." Ao Man's voice was a little weak.

"I'm just an ordinary dragon, a rotten dragon who loves to drink.

But you are different. You are a congenital fairy, and you are the future powerhouse of our dragon race. "

"The innate fairy is actually quite ordinary..."

boom!

"Following again."

Ao Ye gritted his teeth, and then increased his speed, the dragon's secret technique surged.

If the road back to the four seas hadn't been blocked, they wouldn't be so embarrassed.

Seeing that Ao Man is about to die, Ao Ye said:

"It's only a few years from here to Kunlun, and it's very, very fast."

"Um..."

...

...

Kunlun Temple.

A floating platform.

Jiang Lan sat cross-legged.

He never went to comprehend the Kunlun Heart Sutra, but instead looked at the Shanhaijingjing in the sea of ​​insight.

Then he saw a mirror that was like water but could not see through, followed by images of mountains and seas, which seemed to be uneven.

Simple and vast.

This is the mountain and sea mirror of heaven and earth creation.

Feeling it at will, he has a feeling.

The Great Wilderness World, he can use this mirror to watch.

But to see something, you need enough medium.

Cause and effect, breath, objects, whatever.

"It seems that it is of little use."

He had nothing to look for, nothing to see.

However, Jiang Lan was a little curious whether Shanhaijing could find him.

No idea to use it.

too dangerous.

He decided to stay here and wait for the end.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lan suddenly remembered something, how long will the Kunlun Temple be open?

No one ever said that.

Just say that if you get lost in the temple, you will be sent out.

"......"

A person who cultivates immortals, ten years of life are at your fingertips.

It is not special to open ten years here.

Jiang Lan no longer worried, but closed his eyes to review the previous Dao, the previous law.

If you are familiar with everything, you can start to deduce the formation.

There are many things that can be done.

Time will not be wasted.

Jiang Lan sat here and stopped paying attention to others. During this period, he could sense that there were other people passing by.

The other party didn't make a sound, just left.

Some people stayed for two days before leaving.

No one disturbed.

Of course, there are also people like him who sit cross-legged and try to comprehend the Kunlun Heart Sutra.

Just a month later, they left.

Never wasted time here.

So far, few people will stick to the Kunlun Heart Sutra.

The Heart Sutra is amazing, but everyone understands that some things are hard to come by.

Furthermore, the Kunlun Heart Sutra does not represent anything.

It is not that learning can only go further.

If you want to go faster and farther, you need to rely on yourself after all.

The deeper the Dao comprehension is, the faster and farther you go.

The Kunlun Heart Sutra cannot help people to realize the Tao.

In a few months, Jiang Lan has been familiar with all the techniques, but he has never tried it.

Need to go back to the Nether Cave and try again.

Then he began to deduce the formation.

With this deduction, he fell into a state of selflessness, as if countless formations were presented around him for him to test.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Lan finally broke through the formation that had troubled him for a long time.

When he opened his eyes, all he saw was the stone tablet.

No one was seen around.

"How long has it been?"

Jiang Lan was a little curious.

Array deduction, easy to forget the time.

But it must have been a long time.

"Three years have passed."

A sudden voice sounded behind Jiang Lan.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Lan moved forward some distance, then turned to look at the source of the sound.

It was a middle-aged man with a fiery red on the edge of his white robe.

Seemingly ordinary people, but there is a sense of vastness.

So strong.

This is Jiang Lan's first feeling.

"Senior?" Jiang Lan kept himself calm.

This should be the senior in the temple. If the other party wants to do something to him, he will not wait for him to wake up.

Furthermore, he has always maintained his inherent vigilance, and someone will know if he approaches.

However, he never noticed the existence of this person.

"What were you doing just now?" The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Lan curiously.

"I was going to understand the mental method, but I suddenly thought of the problem of the formation method, and I fell into it." Jiang Lan said truthfully.

He really wasn't comprehending the Dharma.

"Are you a disciple of Fifth Peak?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Junior Ninth Peak, Jiang Lan." Jiang Lan said.

"Ninth Peak, no wonder I can sit here for so long." The middle-aged man nodded in understanding, and then explained:

"This tablet of Kunlun Heart Sutra will arouse the state of mind, let alone comprehension, even if you sit here, few people will exceed three months.

You sat straight for three years.

Made me very curious. "

Jiang Lan: "..."

Never felt anything.

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