Legend of the Great Saint

On the middle axis of Vientiane City, there is a majestic palace, second only in height to the skyscraper, with a large complex on the waist of half a mountain, golden and brilliant. The skyscraper has a bottom-up cloud, but the building has a top-down prestige.

If you compare Vientiane to a country, a practitioner's country, Vientiane City is the capital city, and this building is similar to an administrative center like "Forbidden City” or "Senate”, which deals with all matters within the city or within the country, called the "fax palace”.

As the name implies, fax the hall of disciples. The status of the Vientiane sect, which is governed jointly by the fax disciples, can also be seen. All housework is handled here, including disputes between facsimile disciples.

In the fax palace, in the main palace, a nun was frowning and screaming.

Dressed in a luxurious purple dress, she has dark hair and tall plates, stacked like clouds, and her skin is as white as snow, making her the most beautiful woman in the world. Yet the face is soothing and sophisticated, quite queenly.

The nine-foot-long case before her sits on the middle axis of Vientiane City and even this faithful palace.

It is the third sister, Daimonfan, who is in charge of the Truth Palace.

Because whoever becomes the eldest brother, she is the third sister, so privately known as the “Three Sisters Forever”, or by other fax disciple theatres as "Long Live the Third Sister”.

If “Big Brother” is the king of a nation, in charge of the army, expropriate the Quartet. Then she is the prime minister of the country, the Japanese government, nothing big, and all the affairs of the Sect are handled by her.

“Sister. Qingyang's Qingyang real person wants to see you. ”

A female disciple walked in with her hands and feet and said softly. Perhaps things are too busy. Recently, Third Sister's temper has grown more and more. It seems like she has changed personally. In the past, she was gentle and friendly, laughable. She was very considerate to everyone, but she was not angry and arrogant. She dared not offend. And now all her subordinates are cautious when they see her, and the atmosphere dares not breathe.

“Nope! ”

Sure enough, Daimon never lifted his head, and his tone was full of impatience.

As soon as all the messages of the Qingyang view - the origin, the development, the status quo, the name of the Patriarch and the main disciples were fixed - were in full possession, it was immediately concluded that no real person in Qingyang could survive five holdups of old waste in 3,000 years.

However, “Mitsuko” and “Mitsuko" under his door are worth recruiting, especially Mitsuko, who is said to have risen from a very small world and reached the peak of Jindan in the early days of construction in just a few decades.

Because of the rarity and difficulty of spirituality in the small world, the talents, hearts and benefits of such people are generally excellent, and she is also a nun and deserves attention.

If it was normal, she might call to take a look, but now she's not in the mood.

These days, more and more people like this refuse to join Vientiane sect properly, think that it is some kind of subjective idea to want special treatment, all of them bothered her.

But considering the image of Vientiane, he added: "Go and entertain yourself! Be polite.” Special treatment is impossible, and there is no shortage of a visiting disciple in Vientiane, let alone a so-called genius.

“Yes." The female disciple leads the way.

Daimonfan's eyebrows were tighter, his eyes fluttering, his hands pounding, and his attention seemed not to be on the book in front of him at all, but he was thinking about something else...

In fact, no matter how difficult the matter may be, it is not difficult for a Yangshen monk to handle it. She thinks better than the so-called wise in mortals who meditate for three days and three nights.

Her true affliction, like the Qingyang real person, is the imminent catastrophe of heaven and earth.

Her position is higher than that of a Qingyang real person, closer to the sky, and she can see more things - she has smelled the bloody smell of war and even the rotten smell of death.

With her gift, she would have always had the opportunity to become the "master sister", but the "king” must preside over the martial arts. It was to stay away from the war that she had always felt comfortable being a "prime minister”. She wears dreams that she is proud of her meat and practises hard for longevity, not to fight with the devil people.

However, there are some things she can't do, no matter how intelligent she is. The heavens and the earth are robbed, the true fairies themselves are difficult to protect, not to mention a Yanggod monk in the district.

Not to mention, at the moment of the birth of Fluorescent Demon, there was already a real fairy meteor. Normal practitioners may not be able to distinguish between God and the 3,000 worlds, but she can.

At that time, she watched the star break through the sky and fall to the earth after the bright glow erupted. In her raging mind, everything in her memory seemed so slow, it was an inch by inch fall.

In the depths of the pitch-black sky, a star gleams suddenly. Made her have a nightmare all night.

Since then, she's changed. Panic, scorching, catastrophe - she has a fool among mortals who meditates for three days and three nights without being able to solve her troubles - like a gambler who owes a sharp loan. Tomorrow the debtor will come to the door with more than a dozen fighters, and she won't even get a penny.

The atmosphere of the whole Vientiane sect has also changed, and the Emperor of Hailing has sealed the Sky Book House, stopped reading any books, and stopped seeing anyone.

Facsimile disciples have begun to practise desperately without agreement, or to gather Fabao's weapons in preparation for the Holocaust. More and more small and medium-sized sects want to be integrated into Vientiane sects.

Strangely enough, over nine days, the stars seemed to be shaken by demons, not knowing how to react for a moment, or something deeper.

So, based on the fairies, the practitioners below disturbed and earned their livelihood, like the ants before the storm, climbed as far up the tree as possible. But the god emperor above was completely silent, and the niggardly one refused to send down a will, explaining a little about the star that appeared in the sky, and wondering what he was going to do.

In this complexity and silence, there seems to be an invisible string in tension. At the moment of collapse, everything in front of you will collapse.

And there's a bad feeling hidden in torturing her. It seemed like something bad would happen to her soon, and worst of all, she couldn't confirm whether it was just a normal panic or whether it was true.

The only way to do this is to strike your mind at the work ahead of you and draw a hint of control over your destiny. The right hand pulled out a string of scraps and filled a blank sheet of paper like a printing press. Just as she felt she was about to succeed, the disciple walked in again, interrupting her thoughts.

“What's wrong now?” There is a little anger in the voice.

“Third Sister, Qingyang Real People has a female apprentice, said to be the eldest brother's deceased.” The disciple trembled and said Weiwei.

Daemon stopped, looked up, "Really? ”

“That's what he said. ”

“Let them in… wait, I'll meet you there! ”