Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Kun-Lai Mountain, Zhaoyue Peak

After molesting Xiaoqing, Ji Yun came and brought Luo Chi.

"You can see the luck, you should also understand the arithmetic of heaven, right?" Ji Yun asked.

"Understand a little." The big treasure hunter Luo Chi said cautiously, his face was a little red, because he was born with a heavenly eye, and he was a master of Taiqing's "Tai Xuan Seeing the True Understanding of God", and then Tai Qing The old monster sent not only caught him personally, but also used a lot of benefits to get his grandmother to agree to him to practice the Taiqing method, but the grandmother also said that he is still a person who accepts the way of heaven, but is willing to practice a little more. It's just a method.

"Tell me." Ji Yunlai said lightly.

This is no problem. Luo Chi has a rare opportunity to talk to Xing Dao master in person. Anyway, the deduction technique he learned is also from the Taiqing school, and selling it has little effect on Jie Tian Dao.

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One said it was three days and four nights. When he finished speaking, his cultivation base was like Luochi, and he was a little thirsty.

"Then I will try, can you calculate the specific location of this person?" Hearing that he has learned the depths, he can easily locate the whereabouts of people in the same realm. This is something he can't easily determine now, it seems this People are indeed different. No wonder the Taiqing Sect will ask a demon saint to come and ask someone, and Ji Yun will stretch out his hand and take out a piece of Yang Yuyin's hair from Mount Taiyi a thousand miles away.

"Here, let me try. Last time I was arrested, my millennium tortoise shell was taken away." Not dare to say too much, Luo Chi took out a few copper coins, and the money was thick with pulp, which was often used at first glance.

Ji Yun came to think about it, then stretched out his hand in the air and took out a pair of tortoise shells to him: "Use this."

Luo Chi blushed and stretched out his hand to take it. He is an expert in recognizing tortoise shells, but when he got his hands, he was shocked: "God! This, this...this tortoise shell, yes, it's a hundred thousand years old, how can this be possible?? "

How can you be a demon saint for hundreds of thousands of years, right? ? How can you get it right?

Ji Yunlai said lightly: "I borrowed it, use it, I have to return it to him when I use it up."

It just didn't get the old turtle's consent when borrowing.

Luo Chi was a little trembling, but he still tried his best to carefully open his eyes. After a series of complicated and incomparable legal decisions, a gap was opened on his forehead, and a cold golden eye was staring up and down at the tortoise shell. After a few breaths, there was a message. Into Luo Chi's mind.

"The master of this hair is in the Eye of the South China Sea, near the hometown. There is catastrophe but no danger. It just seems to be troubled and unable to get out." Luo Chi said seriously.

"Thank you, you did a good job." Ji Yun came to calculate for a moment, and found that the information was true, so he couldn't help but pat his shoulder.

It's really easy to use...Luo Chi can't easily return it in this way.

The praised Luo Chi's heart beats like a drum and feels so happy.

But I don't know if it was an illusion, Luo Chi sensitively discovered that when he praised himself, it seemed that the apprentice next to Xing Dao Master was very unhappy.

In addition, is he dazzled? Why are their masters and apprentices so lucky?

It's almost inseparable...

As he thought, he reluctantly returned the tortoise shell to the Xing Dao master... It really seemed to be, this shell was simply the best treasure he had ever gotten.

"Can you lend me a few days?" He still couldn't bear to let go.

"Ask him." When Ji Yunlai waved his hand, Luo Chi only felt that with a flower in front of him, he had already come to a giant cloud turtle...He was ugly because he didn't have a shell!

The shellless cloud turtle looked at the sky with a desolate face and burn marks on its head and tail. Then someone turned his high eyes and landed on Luo Chi, who was holding the turtle shell tightly.

Luo Chi: "..."

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Under the Nine Abyss

A quiet and gentle stream continued silently on the river bank.

The river is mixed with yellow water, but the sky on both sides of the river is a weird day and month, as if the light from this bank cannot fall to the other bank of the river.

Under the sun, by the river on this bank, wormwood grows thickly. On the other side of the river, there are countless flowers blooming without roots and leaves. Sometimes petals fall into the water, and they are melted by the turbid river water, leaving no trace.

A man in Tsing Yi stood quietly among the wormwood, gazing peacefully at the other side. His face was pure and elegant, and his eyes filled with stars were a little sad and relieved. A drop of blood fell on the grass, as if immersed in paper. Page, disappeared.

After a long time, the blood slowly condensed and turned into a pocket-sized human form in his palm. If the Kun-Lai disciple saw this human form, he might have to go up and pass a sword.

"The feeling of death is a bit uncomfortable." Qiu Yuansheng touched his neck, his heart lingering, Master An Feng's sword turned ten thousand years, Shengsheng cut a million pieces of meat from him, and gave him a happy moment at the moment of death. , He discovered that he actually didn’t want to die very much. The feeling of being melted just now in Wangchuan was also very scary and didn’t want to remember...

"Finally, there is something that can make you afraid, which is also a good thing." The big sacrifice stared at the figure in the palm of his hand and smiled.

"I thought you didn't care about me." Qiu Yuansheng smiled.

"You are my closed disciple, so you don't care about it." The sacrificial priest said gently, "It's just that you have a trace of Xing Dao master's spirit in your soul, and you don't leave until you enter Wangchuan."

"It seems that you have planned for a long time, so what are we going to do next?" Qiu Yuansheng tilted his head, "Don't say, continue to deal with Kun-Lai, I don't think you want to find anything from the master of Xingdao. ."

The high priest was silent for a moment before sighing faintly: "I can only find another way, but even if I don't do it, there will be people who will do it. There is no mercy, Asheng."

"Yes," Qiu Yuansheng looked up, "I listen to you."

"Are you interested in going to Ziyun Road to play?" The big sacrifice said gently.

"I'm not very interested, but I can go." Qiu Yuansheng nodded. The priest said that he must have prepared his body, so he asked with a little excitement, "Are we going to deal with Ziyun Dao?"

"Well, the Yuan Dao Master of the Taiqing Sect wants us to do a little favor. Be careful. I will call your soul out of Wangchuan. I have already angered the water of the Yellow Spring. Within a hundred years, if you die again, it will be true. The soul fly is annihilated." The big sacrifice warned.

"The disciple must be careful." Qiu Yuansheng said seriously.

The big sacrifice gently nodded and looked at the sky, the sun and the moon, still a bit regretful: "Look, Asheng, the sun and the moon are on the same sky, and this will be the same."

"If you miss it, you will miss it." Qiu Yuansheng disapproved, "Opportunities that are not seized are not considered opportunities."

"It's a mistake, I'm talking about this moment. Back then, I took advantage of this day to recruit his soul." The Great Sacrifice said slowly, "That time Taiyan Tianshu cost me a thousand years of Taoism."

Qiu Yuansheng knew who he was talking about, and only Xing Dao master would suffer the sacrifice.

"At that time, he really couldn't see what he has today. It's a pity that he will become an enemy if he thinks about it." The big sacrifice chuckled softly. "One thousand years, if you have to wait for this celestial phenomenon to appear, it will be a thousand years later, a thousand years. , We have to wait another thousand years."

"Perhaps, for ten thousand years, those people who are locked up on the other side have long been..." Nothing? Qiu Yuansheng still knew something.

"If this is the case, it is also a relief." The high priest looked at the river bank and sneered. "But no, our Kun-Lai bereaved have long been made into a pillar of physical human beings of the Great Profound Dragon Qi, imprisoned on the other bank, immortal and immortal. One can be sacrificed and one will come out."

He came from there. He couldn't be more clear about these things. Only when Prince Great Xuan was born, Emperor Xuan would find a survivor from the forbidden area that was in line with his prince's fate, set a spell, and become the prince's protection.

Qiu Yuan shrank his neck, and boldly pushed the topic away: "The Taiqing faction has trouble with Ziyun Dao, have they finally lost their breath?"

He has heard from the Great Sacrifice that the human race has cultivated for thousands of years and has been rejuvenated, and the dragon veins are rising. Back then, Daxuan established the country because of the great ancestor who was born in response to the heaven and earth dragon veins, and destroyed the first of the four door-to-doors thousands of years ago. After Kun-Lai, it took Kun-Lai tens of thousands of years to accumulate dragon energy to prosper all the way.

"Naturally, the Xizhou of the Xing Dao master has its own roots. Ning Dao master still wants the Taiqing heritage to be stable, so he has to take action. How can he let the other humans' luck." The big sacrifice raised his head. " Now I can only cooperate with him, it’s just that it’s not as good as it is... let the people wait first, anyway, ten thousand years have passed, and it is not bad for these thousand years."

The old man who took Ji Yunlai back then was also the one who escaped from Kun-Lai thousands of years ago, but now it seems that it is really hard to tell which side is worse.

"Human Dragon Vessel, where will it be set this time?" Qiu Yuansheng was eager to try, and it would definitely be another **** storm. "In addition, if the sacrifices depend on luck in everything, then the struggle of those of us is not too ridiculous. Is it?"

He doesn't believe in these things very much.

"In the Eye of the South China Sea, near Guixu, as for your second question-Asheng, qi luck is only an external force, and people with brains can use it." There was contempt passing by the eyebrows of the big sacrifice, "Otherwise, Daxuan took time back then. The human race’s luck for thousands of years will not be defeated and subjugated. Similarly, the Xing Dao master was able to rebirth from the immortal realm and recreate the universe when I was backlashed by the heaven’s luck. Therefore, the air luck can certainly make one person. One faction is stable and smooth for the time being. If you don’t know how to make good use of it, you will have your luck back one day."

"That's it," Qiu Yuansheng nodded vigorously: "The disciple has been taught."

"Be careful here, say it again, this is your last life, don't be so dissatisfied with before, be careful in everything." The high priest warned, "This life is not a dream."

"I know, I must be careful," Qiu Yuansheng nodded. One hundred years later, as long as he doesn't die within one hundred years, he can still continue to wander, but he really needs to be careful in these hundred years.

The author has something to say: Qiu Xiaoxiao has to break away from the dream he thought. His death is meaningful. Don’t be afraid that he will continue to do things. He will not appear for the time being. Died.

As compensation for them to make people angry, the double watch tomorrow, do you want to see Black Snake, Big Brother, or Xiaoqing's "Deep as the sea" (you know:)) outside?