MTL - Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World-Chapter 40 No more
Afternoon of the day.
At the top of the holy fire, over the open white jade plaza, a white rainbow broke through from a distance and slanted down.
After the dawn of the light, a middle-aged man with a white scarf and a headscarf was born.
This man was swaying and falling down. As soon as he landed, he heard a man’s voice behind him:
"South Palace Brothers"
The Confucian middle-aged man looked back and saw that he was only a few hundred feet away. A black man who wore a five-yellow crown and a blue robes was coming toward him.
The man seemed to be unhappy, but with a series of afterimages behind him, each step was enough to span several tens of feet, and he was in front of him.
"Zhuang Laodi, let's go together." Confucian middle-aged man with a smile and a black man must say a word.
"The last time this was a fascinating move, but it was more than ten years ago." The black-shoulders nodded, and their eyes swept away in the distance, and the dawn of the glimpse of several speeds said.
This Confucian middle-aged man and the black-shoulders are the two peaks of the Yunfeng and Luoxia peaks, and the Nangong Changshan and Zhuangzi swim.
"Most of the time is for the theft of the Tibetan Buddhist Scriptures. I am afraid that it will be inevitable to be held accountable." Nangong Changshan shook his head and sighed.
"I was busy with refining a potion, but I heard some people mentioned it. I said that the theft was a bit strange... The thief could pass through the ban and enter the cabinet, eventually failing to extend the old shot. Keep him." Zhuang Ziyou is also looking dignified.
"This is indeed a bit bizarre. I want to come to the meeting for a while. The elders will also elaborate on one or two." Nangong Changshan nodded.
During the speech, they had crossed the square and came to an imposing Zhuhong Palace. Both of them were very tacit and no longer lived, and stepped into the steps and stepped into the hall.
In the middle of the hall, the main position is three feet above the ground. There is a large carved chair on the top. In the lower hand position, there is a row of seats on the left and right sides.
Above the beams and columns behind the seats, they are all inlaid with gold jade, engraving a variety of rare birds and animals.
On the left seat closest to the main seat, sitting in a red-haired man in a red robe, his figure is like a tower, his face is dark and watery, and his body is full of awe-inspiring momentum.
Nangong Changshan and Zhuang Ziyou looked at each other and picked up two adjacent positions to sit down and close their eyes.
After waiting for a while, some people walked into the hall, and in a short time they filled the seats in the hall.
Everyone has a look of illusion, and there is no monk below the stage of the gods.
But at the moment, they are not very natural in their faces. At most, they nod their heads and say hello. It seems that no one is interested in saying something.
In the entire hall, the atmosphere is somewhat depressed and dull.
After the whole hall was almost full of seats, and after half a column of incense, only two figures came out of the hall.
Everyone in the temple saw this and immediately stood up. Even the red-haired man was no exception. They all bowed and said in unison:
"See the elders, see the head!"
The purple-haired man who walked in front of the snow and looked handsome and clear, was the only super-elder Sima Jingming of the cold flames, and the high-ranking middle-aged man with his face and solemnity was cold. Liu Jingzhu, the head of Yan Zong.
Sima Jingming came to the main seat and did not sit down. His eyes swept from everyone below.
The breath on his body is not obvious, but it is so casual to stand in front, but there is a sense of oppression that makes people feel terrified, all the points are low, and even the atmosphere does not dare to breathe, even dare not Visually.
After a long while, the cold flame sect's Mahayana period was too high, and the opening was slow:
"A few days ago, there were some things happening in Tianfutang and Zangjingge. Today, the guests are invited to come here, and this is for this matter." The voice is not big, but it is full of an indescribable majesty.
Everyone has a tight mind, and they are silent, waiting for the elders to be accountable.
As a result, the Mahayana Power said in an unquestionable tone that everyone would be stunned:
"This is the end of the matter, stop all traces and searches in the sect, and don't have to go deeper."
Upon hearing this, the people in the hall couldn’t believe their ears, and they couldn’t help but face each other.
For a time, no one dared to ask questions directly.
"Sima brother, theft of the Tibetan Classics is a matter of great importance, I..." The red-haired man standing at the forefront couldn’t help but step forward and break the silence.
When he hadn't finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sima Jingming coldly: "Hui Yan's younger brother, do I still need to say the second time?"
After all, his sleeves glimpsed and turned to go straight to the inner hall, leaving behind some red-haired big men and major peaks in the hall.
At this time, the head Liu Jingzhu also opened:
"distraction"
He only said these two words, and he just left the sleeves.
After a while, above the white jade square outside the main hall.
"Stop the search? The Tibetan Classics lost so many precious books, is this the case?" Zhuang Ziyou seems to have not slowed down, and could not help but ask Nangong Changshan.
"The loss of the classics is no problem. The Zong Nei has a copy of it, but if these cheats are passed out, it will be very bad. The decision of the elders is so natural that I have no intention to use it. "Nan Gongfeng said with a smile."
Although he said this in his mouth, the doubts in his heart did not decrease.
......
Not long after, the entire disciple of the Cold Flames found something that was puzzling.
Two important places in the village were stolen, but Zong Nei suddenly stopped all tracing and searching.
Although everyone has been talking about it, the peaks and peaks of the peaks are all ignorant, and they seem to be reluctant to talk more.
Ever since, such a shocking event that shocked the entire mountain gate, it was so confusing that it was gone.
The founder of Han Li did not know about the series of accidents that occurred in the Zong, but he was hiding in the Dongfu and trying to figure out the Little Big Dipper.
Before I just hurriedly read it, now the more he tries to figure it out, the more he feels that this method is mysterious and unpredictable, and his heart is also extremely excited.
Speaking of it, since he stepped into the cultivation of the immortal world, he has also been exposed to a lot of refining exercises. Some of them mainly temper the muscles, some have the skills to sculpt the bones, and some exercise the internal organs, just like he has cultivated. Wuzang forged yuan.
However, this small Big Dipper Yuangong is another way of cultivating, but it is ‘Xuanxuan’.
What is Xuanzang?
Han Li was confused, and Xiao Beidou Xingyuan did not elaborate on it. However, the cultivation process described in the classics was inconspicuous, and it took him a long time to see through his vision.
To put it simply, if this skill can be cultivated into Dacheng, the power of one punch will be enough to break the void, and the strength is much better than that of the average immortal.
However, in contrast, there are many drawbacks.
The first is that the process of practicing this work is extremely painful, and those who are not determined enough can not persist to the end.
There is also the difficulty of attracting the power of stars. After all, the stars are far in the depths of time and space, too far away, so this practice is also extremely time consuming.
Han Li directly ignores this, even if he plans to start practicing.
He first went out for a while until he returned again the next day, when all the bans in the Dongfu area were opened.
In the following time, he took a circle in Dongfu, chose a suitable secret room, and opened a large hole at the top of the room to directly see the sky.
After doing all this, Han Li sat down on the spot and quietly spit and adjusted.
To cultivate this kind of practice from the immortal world, it is natural to restore the physical and mental power to the best condition to cope with the various situations that may arise later.
