Chapter 77

Yueguan Taoist's eyes were shining, his mouth turned up and his body turned.

As soon as the big hand turned, the streamer disappeared directly in the void, and a thick brush replaced the position of the streamer. The tip of the pen seems to be stained with blood. The stout penholder was in his hand, shining with gold.

"Boy, look!"

While he rushed to Shiji, he roared at Nezha.

A big move, the nib gently swing: "a day and earth move!"

"Whoosh!"

On the void, a shadow of Fu Zhuan appeared and hit Shiji: "one of Fu Dao's Secret skills: call the wind and call the rain."

Shiji sneered: "I think you have what ability, this call wind and call rain also dare to take out to offer ugliness?"

As soon as his voice fell, Shiji's face showed the color of panic. He hurriedly called the eight trigrams streamer PA back to protect himself. Yueguan stretched out his hand, and a seal script attracted nine days of vigorous wind, and the raindrops towards her

Shiji secretly scolds in the heart: is this the damned rain? This is one yuan of heavy water, OK?

"Boom boom..."

The vigorous wind roared past, and there was no grass in a few miles. A dollar of heavy water falls from the sky, and the earth is full of potholes. As countless rolling stones fell to the ground, the sound of bang bang spread all over the spot.

Holding the Ba Gua Liuguang PA, Shiji has no power to fight back. He can only be beaten passively and can't even say a word. Staring at the moon pass, Taoist's face became pale gradually.

"Wow, that's great!" Nezha's mouth widened, his eyes widened, and he was very excited.

"That's great? Stand aside and watch. " The brush in yueguan's hand was moving again, and a seal character in the void suddenly formed and rushed towards Shiji.

"One of Fu Dao's Secret skills: moving mountains to get mountains"

As soon as the voice fell, the congenital divine pattern on the seal script disappeared. In the past nine days, the vigorous wind disappeared, and the raindrops formed by one yuan heavy water also disappeared. Shiji looked around and looked as if it had passed. He accepted the eight trigrams and glared at the Taoist of yueguan: "up, that thief Taoist!"

"Boom!"

"Ah..."

In Shiji's eyes, the whole world seemed dark. Quickly looked up, a huge mountain toward her down. Did not wait for the reaction, the soil at the foot of the sudden rise, under the two phases even want to squeeze her in the mountain, alive to squeeze to death.

"I really belittle my skill of teaching and moving mountains. What can I do?"

Shiji pinches the Dharma in his hand, and several paths of Shangqing immortal light rush towards the two mountains that fall from the sky and rise from the ground. According to common sense, these two mountains should be broken instantly. However, nothing happened except the rumble.

"Well, what's going on?"

"The sage Lingbao has such a stupid disciple as you. It's a disgrace to him all his life." Yueguan said with a Fu pen.

Shiji was enraged immediately. He bit his teeth at the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood essence spurted out and sprinkled on the Bagua Liuguang handkerchief. This inborn spiritual treasure blooms and shines in the sky: "Huang Jin Li Shi, listen to my command, imperial edict!"

Eight yellow scarf strongmen with several Zhang's body shape sprang up from the congenital Lingbao. Eight feet on the earth, holding the sky in their hands, rigidly supported the two mountains.

"Boy, today I'll show you what it means to play a big knife in front of Guan Gong's gate."

However, Nezha's face was muddled, because at this time, Guan Gong didn't know where to reincarnate, and how could he know who was Guan Gong?

"One of Fu Dao's secret arts: expelling gods and ghosts."

Two seal characters burst out in an instant, one shining with divine light, the other shining with faint light. A Sanskrit sound bursts, a crying wolf howls. Towards the eight yellow scarf warriors. In an instant, it turns into four, allowing the congenital Lingbao to shine, and the eight seal characters are directly printed on the forehead of the eight powerful men.

"Imperial decree: scatter!" The Taoist of yueguan nodded slightly when he saw that the amulet seal had invaded the sea of knowledge of the yellow scarf warrior. A man's words follow the law. Originally, there were eight yellow scarf strongmen with Taiyi Jinxian, which dissipated in the void in an instant.

Although the Huang Jin Li Shi is a Taoist method, it's not from Dan Dao, let alone Qi Dao and array Dao. In the final analysis, this is the divine skill of Xuanmen Fudao. Although this divine skill is sealed in the eight trigrams flowing light handkerchief, how can it be put in the eyes of the founder of the Tao?

"You..." Shiji became angry, jade hand to this streamer handkerchief on a hold, will urge this congenital Lingbao's last card.

However, yueguan Taoist is not ready to give her this opportunity, because he has seen the admiration of Nezha. Shiji is just a Taiyi Jinxian. He can be destroyed by his hands. But yueguan had been given such a long time just to let Nezha see how powerful he was. Lay the groundwork for the subsequent apprenticeship.

"Go

As soon as the sleeve of the robe swung, a pale yellow light went towards the eight trigrams streamer.

A pair of wings on the copper coin, though smelling of copper, glittered with incomparable golden light. Luobao money, this magical and strange existence. For the first time, it showed its great power in this world.

"Bang!"

When Luobao money comes into contact with Shiji's Bagua Liuguang handkerchief, she's scared and wants to fight back. It turns out that nothing happened, and the winged copper coin flew back and landed on yueguan again.

"Hahaha, Taoist thief, are you at a loss? It depends on what I do with it. "

Without saying that, the figure of yueguan Taoist turned into a streamer and passed directly through her body. His face was cold, his eyes were shining with a sense of killing, his long hair was dancing with the wind, and a wisp of hair was hanging down from his forehead, which made him more elegant. On the tip of Fu's pen, it was like dyeing blood. At this time, it really dyed the blood of Shiji.

A tiny wound appeared from Shiji's neck, her voice stopped suddenly, and the pleasure in her eyes did not fade.

But the whole person's vitality gradually disappeared from her body, little by little, until finally completely dissipated.

Taiyi Jinxian and Shiji Niangniang, the second generation disciples of jiejiao sect, simply fell into their cave. Even the shadow of the Apocalypse was not touched. A real battle of God has not started, she has fallen.

"You are not the first, and you will not be the last. But it is also your glory to sacrifice your blood to the flag of God. "

Yueguan Taoist's voice is tiny and can't be checked. His hand swings freely in the air, and the blood stained on the Fu pen is so easily thrown down. Still as it was just taken out, there is no change.

As soon as you turn around, the pen disappears and the flag appears.

There was a gentle smile in the corner of his mouth. He held a long banner in his right hand. He was dressed in a white robe and was spotless. His long hair drifted freely behind him. What a beautiful young man.

As the sleeves of the robe swung at will, the power of space surged over Shiji's corpse, and the body of Taiyi Jinxian turned into vermicelli in this way, without any trace. Yueguan didn't even look at it. He walked slowly towards Nezha.

"My child, how do you like to join me and worship me as a teacher?"

Nezha tilted his head and poked his little face with his hand, looking at the moon pass: "can I say no?"

Yueguan came to him and looked at him lovingly. His big hand touched his cerebellar pouch gently: "what do you say?"

Nezha didn't hesitate at all, and immediately fell to his knees. Heavy kowtow nine ring head: "the spirit bead son visits the teacher."

"Good, good, good!"

In this flood and famine, the teacher and the teacher are far from each other.

Shizun is the name given to Shifu by his disciples. In this flood and famine, the powerful often have no heirs, not unable to live, but unwilling to live. Therefore, the relationship between master and apprentice is much closer than the so-called father son father daughter relationship.

Disciples are the descendants of the master. Whether they are saints or great powers, they must have their own disciples to inherit what they have learned.

The master is the patron of the disciples. Only with the master, and the master is still a great power in the flood and famine, can it be regarded as a step forward of the free cultivation.

They complement each other, support each other and rely on each other.

No one can avoid the vulgarity from the sages of Taoism to the immortals of earth and heaven.

However, teachers are different. Teachers are registered disciples. It's just like jieyinzhunti, Emperor Juntai and others are compared with Hongjun. It's like the four generals of the magic family at the moon pass. Although enter my door, not true biography. Enjoy shelter, but after all, it's not personal, can't be more intimate.

Now the moon pass accepts Nezha, but he is a disciple. In the future, he will inherit Fu Dao and become the first person to inherit it.

Jinao island in the East China Sea:

Taoist Duobao was still shut up in his cave. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and turned into a streamer to rush to biyou palace, the leader of Tongtian sect.

"Master!"

"No need to say more." The master of Tongtian lies on the cloud bed, relaxed and freehand. It seems that he doesn't care about anything. Holding his head in one hand and stroking Qingping sword in the other hand, there were several clear sounds from time to time.

"I didn't expect that before the disaster started, someone fell from my sect." There was a trace of fun in the eyes of Tongtian sect leader.

Shiji is just Taiyi Jinxian. It's neither a personal disciple nor a registered disciple that really enables the master of Tongtian to remember his name. Her fall doesn't matter to the interceptor. The reason why we can know it is that all the disciples who have entered the jiejiao sect have their own spiritual fire to light the candlestick, and the candlestick in Shiji suddenly goes out.

"Please do me a favor to figure out who is so bold. I will go there in person and take him back to the master for disposal."

"There's no need to do that. The disaster is coming. The fate is in disorder. Even if I'm a teacher, I can't figure it out." The master of Tongtian doesn't seem to care, but the sword in his eyes is more and more vigorous.

"Pass on the message. All my intercepting disciples must recite three thousand volumes of Huang ting in silence, so that they will not be killed when the disaster comes. Each of us has his own duty

"Yes

"Let's have our own destiny."