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Chapter 844 Dajiu Sword Song

The world is a monster, Tao is terrifying, the future is dark, civilization is ugly, society is doomed to collapse, and morality is the root of all evil...

Whispered.There are hallucinations in Lu Zhengkang's thinking. In his crazy delirium, every thought is like a spark under the ice surface, and destruction is faster than flashing.

Outer Dao body sits cross-legged on the heavenly path of the parasol world. In a deep red space, each star is a printable person. The five elements stand on the five sides, and the six days of desire is just a faint shadow. In the mountains of deep space, the six realms rotate quietly in the lower layers of the universe, and the galaxy flows from the cave of the six realms to the boundary of the six days. This is a very slow process. In the sea of ​​stars, this slow flow, It was like a slight wave.

The Wutong realm is different from the original universe, and also different from the completely man-made universe. The humane development in this realm has surpassed the heavenly realm and promotes the development of the natural realm.The traces of Tao are getting stronger and stronger. As long as there is enough time—maybe hundreds of millions of years, this place can be filled with Taoism just like the outside world, so that the monks here can accumulate powerful Taoism.

At this moment, his self-contained sky seal finally condensed in the hands of the outer body, and it was deeply sealed on his chest, reflecting and flickering with the countless seals on his body.

Chu Renjie in Zhonglu could feel the great tremor of his soul. He woke up from his sleep and stroked his chest. He could almost feel the hotness. It was the demon lord who passed the traces of his incarnation to him. Tonight, At this time, he also entered the Tao.

Lu Zhengkang opened his eyes in the Dengxiantai of Kunlun Palace and walked out of the hut. In the clear wine mist, a pure wine mist as pure as a glass sea, interpreting the stories of countless people, one person’s story is enough to be praised, three people The story can be endless, tens of millions, hundreds of millions of ghosts, huge cluster structure, grand narrative, and proud ideology.

All of this evolved in chaos, rushing like a wind whistling in a mountain.

Eventually gathered in Lu Zhengkang's body, red dust, Jiu Chenzi, and Kendo Xiaocheng.

He threw the scarlet scorpion in his sleeves into the sky, like a red firework rising straight up, under the icy blue sky at night when the bright stars above Kunlun Palace shone, it looked like a flower The dandelion-like light disappeared in a flash, it was the phantom of wine mist, like a simple refraction of moonlight.

In the cloud tower, Qing Ningzi looked at the sky outside the Langan, the clouds were sparse, and the light from the fireworks leaked in, like a plain dandelion, floating in the wind.

Sheng Yan came to her, "This kendo, is your little friend?"

Qing Ningzi nodded, "Yes."

"Really an enviable genius of Tianzong." Sheng Yan sighed, "He has the essence of cultivation."

"Master, what is the essence of cultivation?"

"I do not know either."

"Master came to tease people for nothing."

Sheng Yan laughed happily, "You. Let me tell you this, people in the world, out of ten thousand monks, one monk, one thousand monks, there is a wonderful talent who can be brave and diligent, a thousand wonderful talents. Here, there is a real person who can accumulate Taoism, and out of 10,000 real people, there is a genius who can touch the essence of cultivation."

"What is the essence of cultivation?"

"It is the essence of cultivation." Sheng Yan leaned on the railing, resting her cheeks in her hands, and there were no outsiders around. She was lazy and presumptuous, "You see, this Kunlun Palace has no bricks and tiles. Yes, it is said that their real residences are in Xiantai. At the beginning, the kings of the East were divided into the land of immortals. There, the Taoists of Kunlun Palace opened fields and built houses little by little, and only there was real.

Qingningzi heard Lu Zhengkang talk about his daily life in Kunlun Palace, and nodded when he heard that, and was even more curious about Master's saying that "there is no brick and tile".

Sheng Yan sighed, "I don't see the true face of Mount Lu, but I am only in this mountain. The main peak of the Kunlun Palace, the cloud tower, and these pavilions are all the illusions of the Taoists of Kunlun Palace."

Qing Ning Zi sighed, "Illusory magic, is the magical magic of the raccoon fox club?"

"Yes. There is nothing here. There is no brick or tile." Sheng Yan smiled, "It's normal for you to come here for the first time. I don't know. Master also listened to your master."

"But, it's so real, and the formations here are all true."

"This is where they are great, Kunlun Palace, the descendant of Yuqing, they will never get worse."

Lu Zhengkang withdrew the red dragonfly, he knew that Qing Ningzi must have seen it, and she also knew that she had been promoted to become Dan.

Xuanyouzi walked over and slapped him on the back with a grin. "Good job!"

Chen Chenzi silently pinched the back of Xuanyouzi's neck, "Your junior brother is in the pill formation stage, when will you be able to refine the golden core?"

"Ahhhhh, let the back wave push the front wave! Isn't it a good thing that Junior Brother is so brave and diligent? Why are you still targeting me!"

"The brat has no face and skin."

"You didn't learn from the teacher yet."

"Begging!"

The two great masters chased after each other and ran away.

Lu Zhengkang said to the master, "Teacher, the disciple has done it."

Xue Hongzi smiled, "Do you want to name your practice?"

"The practice of the disciple is in the same line as the teacher, why should it be called the modified version of Qiqing Sword Art?"

"Naughty again! Why did you give such a bad name?" Xue Hongzi thought for a while, "Your technique has been out of my arrogance, and also out of your Sixth Master Uncle's barriers. The exquisite kendo is admirable, and you The magic power of... is really weird. It is no longer a serious sword fairy. It is so popular, you should go to the city to practice in the future. The Taoist name given to you by the teachers is really good. Jiuchenzi, just call it Dajiu Jiange. "

"It's hard to hear where it is going." Lu Zhengkang muttered.

Xue Hongzi: "Huh?"

"Ah, it's worthy of being a teacher, even if it's named, it's so high-level, so quiet and extraordinary, it's really decent."

When a group of uncles and uncles heard this, they just laughed, Tao Ranzi also laughed, only the Xuanyouzi who was being chased was wailing.

At this time, Dongfang faintly heard Long Yin, and the teachers reduced their smiles after hearing it, and asked a few juniors to go back to sleep, and they hurried to the main peak.

On the second day, Chilou Fighting Swords began as scheduled, and the Great Hinoki Tianshi stood up and performed a sword dance.

The broad robe and the big sleeves are swayed with stars, and they are so dignified, the mountains and rivers have been quiet for a long time, and the immortals nodded.

Xuanyouzi is not here, he is going to Youxu to fight the law.Next to Lu Zhengkang was Qing Ningzi. He leaned into the ears and laughed softly, "As expected of a serious Taoist priest, dancing is really nice."

Qing Ningzi laughed, "I dance better. Would you like to watch it?"

"Yeah."

"I'll talk about winning."

The sword dance is over, it's time to fight for a new sword.Lu Zhengkang stood up directly, took out the red dragonfly from his sleeve, and gave his hand to the group of sword immortals, "Kunlun Palace Jiuchen, the sword weapon red dragonfly, everyone is the same, and courteous."

"So courageous, I'll teach you!" Someone stepped forward, Lu Zhengkang smiled and said, "Please."

Chapter 845 New Sword

The name of the alcoholic swordsman is very loud.

The person who dared to fight directly was naturally a real Jindan.

Chilou rang three times.

"The monk of Zixiaozong, respect Shaoyang, the sword is Luohui, courteous."

When Lu Zhengkang saw this cultivator of the Purple Heaven Sect, he was dressed in a purple robe, and his mana glowed with purple light. He looked like a purple eggplant with a fluorescent lamp.However, his sword weapons were blue, as if the setting sun reflected the sparse night light. When he waved his sword aura, it was like splashing ink, and the blue clouds whizzed over.

The red dragon rushed into the clouds, so fast, like a beam of light in the sky, suddenly rushed from the east of the East China Sea to the west of the West China Sea.

Chong Shaoyang had long known that the swordsmanship on the opposite side was capable of the gods, and he was not a vegetarian, he was also a second-rank golden pill.Chong Shaoyang pinched his sword and used a secret sword technique: Dongxia Zengyun.