Chapter 857： Destroy the city

A Taoist statue, five thousand feet tall, hit the city of Xianzhan with one fist.

It was actually unable to penetrate the fairy hairpin city with a punch, not even able to really touch the body of the city, but smashed countless golden lights, but this punch, the qi violent, made the two vassals of the fairy hairpin city where the fist fell. In the city, the weather was in chaos, one place was suddenly windy and rainy, and one place showed signs of heavy snow.

In the two cities, the monsters and earth cultivators swayed and trembled, and the Qi practitioners who had not yet formed the golden core, were in a better situation, and quickly sacrificed their destiny to help stabilize the Taoist heart. Resisting the awe-inspiring power that seemed to be "the imminent calamity", all those who were cultivating felt that their minds were hit by a heavy hammer.

"Really the last hermit of the Great Wall of Sword Qi?!"

When I heard that the hidden official might be a guest in the fairy hairpin city, for a while, many female officials of the fairy hairpin city, such as Yingyan Lizhi, flew out one after another, each in those open areas, or looking up or overlooking the face, They were so energetic and circling, they were fortunate enough to see a living hidden official with their own eyes. Some kindly discouraged them from returning to the land of monasticism, but they all got their eyes rolled.

Lu Chen stood on his toes in the lotus dojo, craned his neck, and said in amazement: "This city is very heavy."

Fairy Hair City is like a gas trainer, with a pill cast by a soldier, hanging behind him, unless it can crush the armor with one punch, otherwise it will always be intact, in short, the tortoise shell is very big.

On a larger scale, the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the night ship are actually the same formation method, the method of avenue movement, the first one was born out of the Tianting ruins.

In the past years, the great ancestor of Yueshan Mountain took advantage of Chen Qingdu's sword to open the way for Feishengcheng and lift the city to another world. Only then did he find the right opportunity to split the Great Wall of Jianqi into two and break the one.

Lu Chen saw the female officials who didn't know the catastrophe was imminent, and laughed, looking forward to Chen Ping An's visit to Bai Yujing in the future.

A Liang made a trip to Bai Yujing that year, and he was amorous.

The female officials in Xianzhan City in front of them were sentimental.

The fairy sisters on the twelfth floor of the Fifth City, even if they had a bit of longing for A Liang, after seeing the man spit and wipe his hair, it is estimated that those loves were also broken, and passed away with the wind, and never mentioned it again.

In fact, Bai Yujing does have a few sisters who are familiar with the Three Heads of Sect. You must know that before that, Aliang, who exchanged two punches with the second head teacher, was an outsider who was mentioned the most in Bai Yujing in a hundred years.

The young hermit is not the case. After meeting, people will only feel that they are well-deserved.

Lu Chen said, "Chen Ping An, you will travel to the Qingming world in the future. You, Brother Yu, and the person from the Ziqi Tower, do whatever you want. I am a person who neither cares nor helps my relatives. I stand on the sidelines and wait for your grievances. During the Qing Dynasty, I will go to visit Baiyujing, such as Verdant City and Shenxiao City. I must lead the way. That's it, it's agreed."

Chen Ping placed it on deaf ears, but handed another punch with his left hand, in a cavalry formation.

Lu Chen shut up immediately, feeling very guilty.

Immortal Hairpin City is like a graceful goddess in a slim heaven and earth, covered in a robe that shields the sky and sun, but was punched out a huge depression.

The fist hovered, only a few dozen feet away from the mountain city.

From a fairy family mansion "half the mountainside" in Xianzhan City, a young demon monk who served as the deputy city lord. The female nun, a fox charming woman near the bed, rolled to the ground, trembling, her eyes were faintly resentful, and she reached out from the ground to attract a dress to cover the spring, he put on his clothes, hesitated for a moment, had no choice The real body showed up, and a thousand-meter-high immortal figure floated outside the house, angrily said: "Where is the lunatic, why do you want to be an enemy of my fairy hairpin city, live enough, and anxious to reincarnate?!"

That person's face was another punch.

Just reply.

The big demon, who showed a thousand-foot-like appearance, choked for a while.

Fortunately, the heaven and earth aura of Xiandan City gathered again on its own, and took the straight punch of the lotus crown Taoist.

This fist qi is even more powerful as a rainbow. For the monks in Xianzhan City, the vision within the city is the surging wind in the city, and countless auras quickly converge into a sea of ​​clouds. The white clouds are like a erected vanity mirror. , Before that punch, and then there was a punch that messed up the sea of ​​clouds, his fist was suddenly as big as a mountain, as if it was about to hit the monk's eyes in the next moment.

The young hidden official with the majesty of the law shattered the white clouds with one punch.

At this time, this person only taught the female officials of Xianzhan City, turning their minds into emotions.

In the wild world, there is only one truth, and the strong is respected.

At the highest point of Xiandan City is a forbidden alchemy room. An old monk with a fairy wind road bone was originally holding a cat fan and staring at the pill furnace. After three punches by the uninvited guest, he had to walk out of the house and stand against the railing. Looking down at the lotus crown, he smiled and said, "Can fellow Taoists stop talking? If there is a misunderstanding, just let it go."

In sight, the Taoist is half a city high.

Fist shakes Gaocheng.

Although the Ascended City Lord looked complacent, he was actually very worried. The kind who didn't come would be unkind, and he didn't know why he got such an uninvited guest.

It is reasonable to say that Xianyan City is in the wild world, and it seems that there are no mortal enemies. Moreover, Xianyan City and Tuoyue Mountain have always had a good relationship, especially the previous battle that invaded the vast world, the wild sixty military accounts, nearly half of them The big demon had done business with Xiandan City. Not long ago, he also dedicated Feijian to Trust Yueshan, and sent an invitation letter with Jian Xiu Feiran, who had become a co-lord of the world, hoping Feiran would come to Xiandan City. It is best that Feiran can not hesitate to write. The four-character book adds a brand-new plaque to his family and shines through the ages.

And Feiran wrote back a letter, agreeing to the matter, saying that he would be a guest in Xianzhan City in the near future.

Unexpectedly, the fascinating Taoist priest had arrived first.

The last time I suffered was a disaster. The ancestor who moved to the mountain by the real name Zhu Wei, in his early years, on the way to congratulate the concubine of Jiluohe, once passed by with a long stick and Yujian on his shoulders. I just felt that the city was too high. , Too annoying, Zhu Li showed his true body, with full strength, slapped dozens of sap on a fairy hairpin city.

It just failed to completely break the prohibition. Although Xianzhan City was indeed precarious and crumbling at the time, it never hit the city with a baton. However, some rumours later only circulated on the top of the wild hills. It was the former city lord of Xianzhan City, who broke his fortune privately. Disappeared. After that catastrophe, Xianzhan City, after thousands of years of painstaking management, continued to build and repair the landscape formation, which is not what it used to be.

Chen Pingan shook his wrists and practiced his hands with three punches first.

The big sleeves swayed, and the surrounding area of ​​Xiandan City was originally floating in a sea of ​​clouds of varying heights, but the sleeves of the green gauze robes were shaken by a wrist movement. The sleeves swayed randomly for a few times, sweeping away all the clouds. And empty, become cloudless.

The old Feisheng, who is the lord of the city, is still amiable, and said with a heart: "Friends of the Daoists can discuss what they ask for and what they are. As long as we can get it, we are willing to give it to the Tao. Friends, it’s just to make friends, to form an incense relationship with fellow Daoists."

Of course, he wouldn't mistake the Taoist in the fourteenth realm with a high probability of being in harmony with Chen Ping An.

This concealed Taoist friend in front of him must have displayed a blindfold. What kind of Taoist attire, what sword-like Great Wall hidden official face, only a few years after Chen Ping'an returned to Haoran?

Step back ten thousand steps and say, even if there is a good thing about falling from the sky, you can fall into the three realms once you fall. Any jade realm in the world, who can hold this great gift? Back then, Tuoyueshan's Li Zhen couldn't catch it, even today's Taoist closed disciple, Shan Qing couldn't catch it.

So as long as the other party is still willing to conceal his identity, it is probably not an unsolvable feud, there is still room for maneuver.

Chen Ping'an glanced north, retracted his gaze, and asked Lu Chen in his heart: "The law can only be so high? Is Zhang Jiao Lu hiding himself?"

It is said that on the top floor of Xiandan City, if a monk leans on a railing and looks into the distance, as long as he has enough eyesight, he is destined to not see the top of Tuoyue Mountain or the head of the Great Wall of Jianqi.

Therefore, there is a proud statement circulating in Xiandan City, Haoran has a cloud in his poems, and dare not speak loudly, for fear of shocking the heavens. But here we have to change the way of thinking, because people did not dare to whisper that day, lest they be heard by the monks in our city.

Lu Chen smiled and said: "A big man, private money, after all, it is a little bit."

At the moment, the Taoist Dharma, the foundation of the Dao, is the five thousand characters handed down by the Taoist ancestors, so it is as high as five thousand feet, not high or low.

Well, as the third head teacher of Bai Yujing, Lu Chen has been a little disciple of the Taoist ancestor for thousands of years, and of course he will have his own Taoism. If it weren't for Lu Chen's advocacy and insisted on accepting apprentices on his behalf, then Lu Chen, the third disciple, would naturally become a veritable Taoist Guanmen disciple after a few more years. But for some reason, it seems that Lu Chen deliberately avoided the matter and abandoned the title himself.

Lu Chen asked with a smile: "It's actually very simple to want to be higher. Have you not turned a page of my three books until now? It's all right, just take this opportunity to browse..."

If Chen Ping’an hasn’t read the "South China Sutra" yet, it would be simple. Today’s Chen Ping’an, as long as he is willing to delve into the Taoist book and spread it out. It is like a divine help, with a kind heart. After reading it again, you will get its true meaning. Everything will come to pass, because Chen Ping'an is now in a position where the mysterious and mysterious "sergeant hears the Tao", and he is a veritable "satisfied person".

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Compared with Taoist ancestors who have only five thousand essays, your three 80,000 words, is the number of words a bit too much? Knowing and leisurely, talking about Zhanzhan, but you say it yourself of."

Obviously, Chen Pingan has read the "South China Sutra". In Bai Yujing’s Nanhua City, the Taoist official was officially included in the Dao Genealogy Ceremony. The least cumbersome was that Lu Chen casually threw out a later engraved version of the Nanhua Sutra.

Lu Chen said solemnly: "Only one is far less than one, more than nine thousand and nine hundred and ninety-nine is more than enough, don't be more greedy."

On the bank of Chen Ping’an’s heart lake, outside the library, three ancient Taoist books of varying thickness appeared, hanging side by side in the air. If there was a wind of turning, the pages of the Taoist scriptures would be turned over.

Lu Chen suddenly palmed his hand with a boxing hand, and said with grief: "Chen Ping An, at any rate, it is a Dao Sect recognized by the Dao Sect, why is it not qualified to be placed in the book building?"

After Chen Ping An~, the original half-city-high Dharma image obtained a copy of the entire Taoism of the South China Sutra, which is three thousand feet higher out of thin air.

To beat the drum style of the gods, hand fists to this high city.

Chen Ping’an reminded: “Master Lu, please don’t be idle, and continue to draw the three moon charms. If you delay business, I’m fine here, but Mr. Qi Lao Jianxian and Mr. Lu may not be easy to talk.”

The criminal officer Haosu took the lead to soar into the moon, when Haosu would use a flying sword's natal magic power to attract the other three sword repairmen to the sky.

Lu Chen said bitterly, "You can't catch an honest person and bully you to death like this."

Borrowing the treasures of the master and the fourteen realms of Taoism to Chen Ping'an, borrowing the sword box to the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect, drawing the three mountain charms at no cost, buying and selling sword washing charms with Qi Tingji, and giving away the moon charm... this far tour , Dare to love to the end, he is an outsider who is not a sword repairer, the busiest?

Chen Pingan delivered the first punch towards Xianzhancheng.

The fairy hairpin city shook, and the ground shook thousands of miles around, and countless gullies were torn out on the ground, the mountains trembled, the river changed its course, and visions grew.

The eight-thousand-thousand-meter tall Taoist figure moved horizontally, and his second fist hit the high city. There were many immortal mansions in the city that were originally elusive. There were towering old trees with branches and leaves falling from the heights. The snow-white waterfall that fell straight down seemed to freeze instantly, like an ice awl hung under the eaves, and then waited until the third punch fell on Xiandan City, the waterfall exploded again, and heavy snow was flying.

Lu Chen squinted his head and couldn't bear to look straight.

According to the archives of the Summer Palace, the main avenue of this fairy hairpin city was refined from the hairpin of the first monk in the world.

It was just one of the pioneers of that ancient battle. Unfortunately, he fell on his way to the sky. The Dao Fa collapsed and dissipated between the heavens and the earth. Only the white jade hairpin in the hair bun was preserved intact, but was left in the world. On the earth, she was nowhere to be found, and was eventually picked up by a female cultivator with profound blessings in the barren world of later generations. She was considered to have obtained this avenue inheritance, and she was the founder of the fairy hairpin city. After entering the five realms of the body, the female cultivator began to build the fairy hairpin city, and at the same time established sects, spreading branches and leaves, and finally in the hands of the four major monks of the city lord, making great efforts to govern and making money, and the fairy hairpin city is built higher and higher.

The current city lord of Fairy Hair City is a great monk in the ascending realm. He is proficient in the three avenues of forging, formation and alchemy. He has friends all over the world.

He also has a deputy city lord of the fairyland cultivation base, the Taoist name Yinlu, is a direct disciple of the current city lord. He is a master of room art. He once bought a female cultivator of the Yulong Sect with the wild army account in advance. Unfortunately, he was taken by the throne. The big demon Qiyun quickly ascends first, stripping the beauty. Otherwise, there will be hundreds of more Yulong Sect female cultivators in the city of Immortal Hairpin.

If a named disciple of Xianzhancheng has cultivated for a hundred years and has not been able to be among the earth immortals, he will be expelled from the land and removed from the landscape genealogy of the ancestor hall of Xianzhancheng. What will happen after that is death or alive, depending on his ability. Dixian disciple, if within five hundred, the monk fails to enter the five realms, the fairy hairpin city will not drive people, according to the ancestral rule, no waste, empty spiritual energy, once the deadline, directly kill on the spot, all walks , Landscape and luck, demon pill, skin bag, all returned to Xianzhan City.

Therefore, the number of direct disciples of Xiandan City has always been small, but the ancestral temple incense is not precarious, because the Jade Pu realm and the earth celestial monks in the wild world come here to serve as worship and guest, as many as those who cross the river. Crucian carp, as long as the money is enough, you can stay in the city for cultivating. The fairy hairpin city is like an acquired cave sky, full of aura and thick like water, which is extremely suitable for cultivation.

In addition, the female officials carefully cultivated in Xianyan City were used to marry with the dynasty of the mountain and the sect on the mountain. The peach and flower makeup of the water fine hairpin, the colorful robes and the water and moon shoes are even more famous in the wild world.

Lu Shen certainly knew why Chen Pingan would make a special trip to Xianzhan City.

If it’s just that Xianyancheng has been bragging about itself, what is the highest city in the world, or the official lane with the newly promoted Throne Great Demon, what kind of in-law relationship is it, with Chen Ping’an’s character, surely it’s not like that. Compete.

Because the weapons forged in Xianzhan City, the robes refined in Jincui City, and the Xianjia wine made by Jiuquan Sect, are among the top ten in the wild.

The Great Wall of Sword Qi was broken by the wilds, and the fairy hairpin city, which was not found by a single monk, was reputed to be able to occupy a successful labor.

Xiandan City continued to spend money to raise the city, of course, because it can make more money. Before being expelled from the city or killed in the city, any monk who was a direct descendant of Xianzhan City is a well-deserved master of casting. He is proficient in weapon casting and magic weapon refining, because the city has a first-class blessed place, an ancient star that fell to the ground. , Making Xiandan City sit on a resource-rich natural arsenal, which can continuously cast armors and equipment on the mountain. Every 30 years, all the major dynasties in the wild world will send envoys to buy weapons here. . The cultivators of Fairy Hairpin City will be sent there, and a large sum of money from the gods will be paid in. The Great Wall of Sword Qi and Haoran have been aggressively attacked before, and a large number of foundry masters have been gathered in Fairy Hair City, and they have been sent to the major military accounts. One of the few armored weapons.

The fairyland big demon Yinlu came to the top floor, stood with the city lord master, and said in his heart: "It's not like a good talker."

Xuan Pu's face was gloomy, and he nodded and said, "It's destined to be unkind."

Yinlu asked, "Master, how many punches can you hold that lunatic?"

After Xianzhan City started the big formation, every time he punched the opponent, it would cost a lot of fairy money. My family’s fairy hairpin city has a thick family background, but the fairy money is piled up into a mountain, no matter how deep the foundation is, it will eventually be punched down. The loss of that fairy money will be painful. If the fairy money is converted into heaven and earth aura , Being imprisoned in the city, it's still not enough to flow out of the fields, but the total loss of 36 large formation center fairy soldiers, half fairy soldiers, and Zhenshan treasures in Xianzhan City is an astronomical repair cost.

The old ascendant cultivator stroked his beard and said: "Where is the boxing method, it is clearly Dao method. Even if the end of the martial arts is on the first floor, no matter how hard the fist is, it can still be harder than the force of the old ancestor who moved the mountain. Stick? In other words, if you want to break through the formation, you can only use one technique and one flying sword. At present, it seems that the problem is not big. Back then, Zhu Fei hit the city with twelve sticks. You need sticks to hit the same place. This guy in front of you is mostly out of reach. He came here to make a name for himself, and he didn't expect to break the city."

Xuan Pu's face was pale, and he actually changed his mind, "Quick Feijian Chuan Trust Yueshan and Yiluohe, and told them that there are powerful enemies coming to invade Xianzhan City, and the strength is equivalent to a throne."

It turns out that the unreliable Daoist's method of punching is arrogant and unreasonable. It seems that the method of Taoism can be continuously stacked, and a punch is heavier than a punch!

Old Ascension Realm thought about it a little, and added: "Old Throne."

The two alchemy boys on the top floor turned into two messenger flying swords, leaving the fairy hairpin city in an instant, traveling thousands of miles away, faster than a great sword fairy's natal flying sword.

Because they are not only true spirits refined from flying swords, but also use a superior talisman method, which is a big talisman that has a lot to do with the Baiyujing Lingbao City, with two lines of spiritual talisman inscribed, the meteor rushing to the moon You Liuhe.

As for how Xianyancheng learned this great charm from Bai Yujing, of course it was bought with money.

Xuan Pu said: "Yinlu, you should immediately be responsible for the abbot's several sets of attacking big formations. In addition to delaying as much as possible, it is best to interrupt the opponent's continuous movement of punches."

When the fairy Yinlu Yufeng left, he heard the once gentle and elegant master, cursed in an indignant tone, "A monk on the top of a mountain must learn how to hand a fist from a reckless man, and he has a thick skin! "

Xuanpu's face became more and more ugly, and the weather was uncertain. It turned out that the flying swords made by the two alchemy boys slammed and shattered without warning thousands of miles away. Two broken talismans were falling on the way to the ground, like Suddenly, the two Bai Yujing little Dao children had to obey the decree obediently as if they were ordered by their ancestors. They flew all the way back to Xianzhan City, and bumped into the big sleeve of the Taoist Faxiang.

The immortal Yinlu, who is the deputy city lord, can no longer care about these trivial matters, and said with a grinning smile: "Open the door to welcome guests!"

Thousands of long swords formed a formation, and from a mansion in Xianyan City, smashed into the head of the Taoist Faxiang.

In addition, there is a long river of Fulu, which rises into the sky in clusters at the foot of the mountain, like the longest celestial rope in the world, trying to wrap one arm of the Taoist man.

Yinlu snorted coldly, spreading his heartfelt message about the immortal residences throughout the city, informing all the foreign hermits who came to this cultivator, don’t be stupid to watch the excitement, “Everyone, don’t just stand by and watch. I believe that no one can get the least bit of a favor when the evil lion breaks the prohibition."

It's just that the two long rivers of sword formation and Fulu, coupled with the shots of many Qi practitioners in Xianzhan City, whether it is magical magic or attacking heavy treasures, without exception, all have failed.

It seems that the Taoist Faxiang does not exist in this world.

However, the Taoist can punch non-stop, falling firmly on the fairy hairpin city.

The long river of swords swept past the head of the Taoist Faxiang. The long rope of the talisman was just a loose knot in the void.

Immortal Hairpin City can only retreat to the second place, focusing on the formation of defenses, large and small mansions, and the archways and couplets above the main road. The brilliance flows everywhere, shining brightly, shining through the area of ​​thousands of miles. .

In particular, the list of signed books are all beautiful words with the meaning of Taoism, and the merits are forever. Xiongguan in the world. indestructible. High and Tianqi. Feng Shui is the most prosperous. unique……

They can all contribute to the already strong enough fairy hairpin city. The price is the true meaning of the Taoism contained in these list books, which gradually dissipates, as if to join a city.

The big monks in the city also offered several talismans, palm-sized talisman papers, which were as big as a mountain in an instant, or the spirit of the talisman was like a river pouring down, and they covered the city together, as if putting on a piece of tricks for the fairy hairpin city. robe.

Obviously it is daytime, but there is a ray of bright moonlight falling on the white jade rail, carved with jade, the moonlight is like water, and the pine shadows are full of steps, like a dream and fantasy.

Near the waterfall in the city, there is a wooden bridge across the mountain, and there is a man who helps the deer, followed by a pair of book girls and maids carrying a suitcase.

The old monk who stopped on the bridge first waved his sleeves to disperse those chaotic waterfalls. The old man looked elegant and looked at the huge face that kept punching. He sighed. Painful, he was nothing but After traveling, I came to Xianzhan City to visit the immortals, and paid for a few scrolls. How could they be exposed to this unseen disaster in a thousand years? The old man took out an antique picture of a sleeping ape on the mountain from his sleeve, and the scroll was thrown out. After outside the bridge, an old ape with a height of thousands of feet appeared in the painting. One stepped on the void and jumped high to meet the punch of the Buddha. As a result, the old ape with a golden line on its back was blocked by the man. A punch was instantly crushed.

On the top of the waterfall, there is a towering archway with the word “Longmen” on the top of the waterfall. There are two masters of the world sitting against each other across the water, one of them is painting.

First, I drew a few birds, charming and lovely, lifelike, fluttering wings and flying high, the mist rose above the scroll, and the aura of the landscape followed the birds and scattered together to stabilize the fairy hair city formation.

Tracing the mountains and rivers, in order to charm the way. With a sound of misty birds, thousands of mountains and rivers are full of wind and smoke.

This old monk, who served as a guest Qing, was named "Slim Mei". He boasted that he had no talent in his life, and only painted the plum blossoms.

Another person throws a talisman into the water, and then there is a huge pond, slowly surfaced, it is using its own weight and natural powers to help Xiandan City stabilize the roots and water transport.

All sorts of strange sights and visions in the city were shaking after the punch outside the city.

Even if the aura of Xiandan City is getting more and more abundant, and there are large formations from the hands of different monks, like mushrooms after the rain, layers of Taoism bless the city, but it still can't stop the punch from the punch. The violent turmoil, the vibration of Gaocheng became more and more exaggerated. Some monster monks with insufficient realm, pale and horrified, could only tremble with the gods money on them, as long as it was not Gu Yuqian, even Xiaoshuqian was included. Squeeze a smash, and use a little bit of strength, just for the fairy hair city to be able to produce more auras.

The old man with the title of thin plum sighed: "Such a high level of beauty, not to mention seeing it, is unheard of."

The monk who threw the talisman in the pool nodded, "It's not just high. This man has no scum and morality. Upon closer inspection, he looks like a seamless pagoda of Buddhism."

Wild monks, if they restore the true body of the demon race, it is largely an alternative "road manifestation", similar to a kind of avenue migrating. There are pros and cons to this move. After all, hard practice is to form a personal body for the general situation. Even if you encounter a life-and-death battle, you must fight to the death if you have to fight to the death. The monks of the monster race will still not easily recover their true bodies, because they will wear down their Taoism and imperceptibly weaken their own Taoism.

Compared with the real body of the demon race, the monks’ sacrificial phenomena are relatively less restricted, but they are hollow and dense. They are of course different from a piece of tofu and a stone. And some monks specialize in Work **** the matter of Dharma and Xiang, and use mystery to deter and frighten hostile monks who don't know the truth.

The unknown Taoist who descended from the sky in front of him visited Xianzhan City inexplicably, and then smashed the city without saying a word. His Dharma image was too shocking.

Just talk about the same way, maybe the lotus nunnery who occupies a savage round of bright moon, and the old master of Luluohe who occupies a lot of water transportation, can barely make this step. It's just that the former has died and disappeared. The latter heard that Liu Qi, who had returned to the world, was intercepted near Guixu, and was finally detained by the Central Earth Confucian Temple in the volcano that was overwhelmed by the Dao.

The old monk with the Taoist name Shoumei wondered: "Really that young hidden official? But when he was in the city head, wasn't he the Yupu realm? According to the news from Tuoyueshan, at the time of the discussion. The realm of Brother Chen Ping'an remains the same, but the realm of martial arts, from the mountain state to the end."

Opposite friends are having fun in their hardships, while constantly drawing dragon symbols and throwing them into the water to increase the water transport of the dragon gate, while smiling and joking: "If the hidden official is left as a guest, you can ask yourself."

"That crown, look like a token of Bai Yujing's three masters? Is it a fake? It is said that the owner of the lotus nunnery has spent countless treasures, and hasn't it been done, and has failed every time? No, who of us in the wild world can do such a feat?"

The monk painter glanced at the lotus crown on the top of the Taoist's head, and said helplessly: "The truth seems to be unimportant. In case we can't keep the fairy hairpin city together, everything will rest, the realm is too great, the Taoist slapped casually. You can shoot us ants to death."

"But if Xianzhan City can bear this catastrophe and the storm settles down, it will be another mountain beauty that can be passed down for thousands of years."

"Besides, didn't you make a special trip to the Great Wall of Sword Qi before, and painted a landscape painting for the young hidden official? Brother Shoumei, you can actually burn incense now and pray that the person outside the city is Chen Ping'an. Maybe you can still have that ray of life on this basis."

"Okay, okay, I'll beg for you when the time comes."

The old monks sitting on both sides of the dragon gate were swaying with the fairy hairpin city. The two old friends joked with each other, but they looked at each other and found that each other was smiling bitterly.

"By the way, how many punches did this guy hand out in total?"

"There are almost twenty-five punches."

"The only hope right now is to pray for that brilliant, who is on the way to Immortal Hairpin City."

At this moment, on the side of the Longmen plaque of the Archway Building, there was a slightly smiling warm voice, which was the most authentic and wild and elegant saying, "My Feiran brother, also come to Xianzhan City as a guest?"

A green-shirted guest with a long sword and sleeves with both hands stood on top, lowered his head and smiled at the old monk with the name of thin plum.

Now that he was in the fourteenth realm, he could do something similar to the Yin Shen traveling out of his body.

Therefore, it takes diligence to practice ascending.

Before punching, Chen Ping'an had secretly sneaked into Xianzhan City, traveling all the way, as if entering the land of no one, looking around for those big formation centers, but he didn't rush to move.

In the lotus dojo above the Buddha statue outside the city, Lu Shen squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand to cover his face, sighed, and suddenly started not expecting Chen Ping'an to travel through the world.

The two monks suddenly looked up at the same time, their expressions horrified.

Flawless body, the atmosphere of harmony between man and nature.

The old monk with the name of thin plum blankly looked at the green shirt guest who was not wearing a crown or robe. His face was naturally familiar. After all, he was so tall that he was standing outside the city.

I saw the green shirt guest flicking his fingers.

The old cultivator of Xianzhancheng Keqing, who was constantly drawing symbols and throwing water, exploded on the spot like a soybean with his body, soul, and Jindan Yuanying.

The green shirt guest smiled and said, "I want to ask you something."

The old monk shut up and waited to die.

Chen Ping’an seemed to have changed his mind, and smiled: “You turn around to help my Feiran brother, saying that this time Chen Ping’an is a guest at Xianzhancheng. It’s a coincidence. It was the return gift of Huang Huaguan in the early years, and then there was another gift on the Wuding River, which is my celebration of Brother Feiran's ascension to the Wild World Co-Master."

The old monk was dull and speechless, murmured: "Are you really the hidden official Chen Pingan?!"

It's a pity that the opponent's figure disappeared in a flash.

The city lord Xuanpu, even if he was a great cultivator of the ascension realm, had no desire to do it himself, not that he didn't want to retreat from the enemy himself, but he didn't dare to leave the city to die.

Xuan Pu is really not good at catching and killing each other.

After Xuanpu handed out twenty punches outside the city, his face was as gray. According to this posture, without ten punches, he would really break through the city. Xuanpu gritted his teeth and went straight to the ancestor hall of Xianzhan City, hanging three pictures. The hanging statue, in the center is a portrait of a woman, young and beautiful, with a white jade hairpin on the head, the other two are the second and third lord of the fairy hairpin city. Under each of the hanging images, there are different There is an incense burner on all the altars, except for the woman who founded the mountain, and there are also two oil lamps on the altar.

After Yiyi worshiped the incense, Xuan Pu took out two porcelain bottles from his sleeves and began to add sesame oil. The two bottles of sesame oil were of an unusual golden color.

After Xuanpu respected the incense and added oil, he said in a deep voice: "The fourth generation of city lord Xuanpu, implore Master and Patriarch for protection."

An old man painted in a portrait, with hair like a halberd, ripples on the surface of the hanging image, and sneer oozing out, he opened his mouth and asked Xuanpu: "How tired is it than that of Zhu?"

Xuanpu's face was bleak, he bowed his head and replied respectfully: "Return to Master, there is nothing worse than that."

In addition, the hanging portrait, with a higher level of seniority, is an old woman-like female nun. In the portrait, holding a whisk in her hand, she said hoarsely, "Couldn't it be an old throne who left the customs by chance?"

Xuanpu replied with a trembling voice: "Return to the ancestor, the disciple sun does not know the other party's roots and feet for the time being, but dare to guess that the other party is not a wild monk."

Xianzhancheng contributed to these two ancestors, and at most three opportunities. Zhu Wei visited the door before, and he has already used each one. In addition, today’s time, it means that if there is another reduction in truth, the two are deliberately planning a way out. , The Patriarch, who is concealed in the secret realm of Yin and Ming, who has worked hard to cultivate, I am afraid that there will be no chance to return to the Yang room. Therefore, it is not that Xuanpu feels distressed by the two bottles of priceless golden sesame oil, but the two ancestors of Xianshacheng will be distressed. If there is a third time for his own Dao life, if Xuanpu is still the lord of the city, even if the two ancestors can protect the fairy hairpin city in the next catastrophe, Xuanpu will definitely not be able to protect his life anyway. Up.

The old man stepped out of the hanging statue and laughed: "Then I'll go and meet this dying fellow for a while."

Within the three sticks of incense, he can stay in the yang room, without worrying about being found by those extremely difficult Yin Ming officials.

It’s just that this Master Xuanpu, who has just landed in the Patriarch Hall, has a sword-backed outsider in a blue shirt and long coat on the threshold. He is leaning on the door with his shoulders and sleeves with both hands. His smiling face is brilliant, "I never thought there would be more The two big fish slipping through the net, the hospitality of Xiandan City is really flattering, and you must come often when you have the opportunity."

The old woman immediately told the other two people in her heart, "Quick battle and quick decision, we work together to kill this Yin God!"

Isolated from the world by the fairy hair city formation, even if it is a Throne Great Demon standing at the pinnacle of the Ascension Realm, standing here with a yin spirit out of his body, he needs to face three Ascended Realm monks at the same time.

Even if the opponent is an unknown fourteenth realm great monk... Xianzhan City has some chance of winning! The premise is not to allow this Yin God to merge with the real body and Dharma of the Taoist outside the city.

Chen Pingan had already quietly shot between the electric light and flint, and knocked over the two incense burners on the table together with the oil lamps, especially the golden sesame oil in the oil lamps, and slid straight into the picture. He smiled and said, "My dear. Get back."

The old woman screamed, and quickly returned to the picture scroll. With her big sleeves rolled, the wind was rolling, she was still unable to knock back the long golden thread. Once the golden sesame oil from the sun, even a drop of it in the place of cultivation, it will be big. The sight of the sun rising into the sky, what is there to hide, she had to be hard-hearted and throw out the whisk, so that she could not bear a drop of golden sesame oil into the picture scroll. At the same time, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the hanging statue that belonged to her. The scrolls came together in an instant, and it seemed as if a dry palm stretched out from a whirlpool, and quickly grabbed the scroll, and was finally taken to Yin Ming by her. It was even the last opportunity of Immortal Hairpin City to ask the gods to come down. Up.

And the old man was a bit slow in his movements, obviously not as experienced as the master. Although the golden thread was stopped, the picture scroll was stretched out and held by the green shirt guest.

Xuanpu was dumbfounded and at a loss.

Chen Ping’an looked at the old city lord of the fairy hairpin city, “Either fight with me within the three sticks of incense, and when your figure dissipates, I will ask Xuanpu Jingxiang to add oil, and we will continue to relive the old days. or You do it yourself and kill this disciple who almost deceived the ancestors. Once Xuanpu died, no one in Xianzhancheng would know how to reduce the truth. Then the picture scroll in my hand, of course, became a worthless one. Waste paper."

Chen Ping'an raised the scroll in his hand and shook it gently, "What do you say?"

The old man waved.

Xuanpu was so scared that his guts were splitting, "Master, don't fall into the divorce of this fellow, master and apprentice work together, there is still a chance of winning..."

But the old ancestor of Xianzhan City, he didn’t even bother to talk nonsense with Xuanpu, a trash disciple who had not succeeded or failed. He directly slammed a natal spell on Xuanpu, and at the same time, he slowly left the ancestor hall. The green shirt guest at the gate asked, "Who are you?"

The swordsman in Qingshan stopped, and when he turned his head to look around, he smiled.

There are also a pair of pure golden eyes.

The old ancestor in the Patriarch Hall was silent, and immediately stopped asking questions. He just killed Xuanpu quickly and solved this **** trouble.

There are two masters and apprentices in the house. Relatively speaking, Xuanpu suffered too much, after all, the master had been practicing the ghost way for thousands of years.

Before a stick of incense, a ancestor hall was soon torn down by the two masters and apprentices.

The ascending realm great monk Xuanpu, the current city lord of Xianzhan City, just died in the hands of his master.

Chen Ping'an had nothing to do, and after confirming that Xuanpu was dead, he threw the hanging statue in his hand and went to the alchemy site on the top of the mountain.

At the last glance, Chen Ping’an was actually not looking at the pair of masters and disciples who turned against each other, but the founder of the fairy hairpin city with a hairpin on the top. The portrait of the woman seemed to open the sky. She glanced at the back of the blue shirt, and she sighed faintly. With a sound, it seemed as if I had met an old friend, and I didn't seem to be sure of the other party's identity, and then a picture scroll burned out on its own.

Lu Chen squatted in the dojo, rubbing his chin. If the young mountain master of Luopo Mountain had picked Zhengyang Mountain with his sword, he was practicing his hand for the upcoming sword to cut the mountain.

So today, if you don't rush to shake Xianzhan City, how can it be like warming up for Bai Yujing in the future? Isn't South China City going to be affected by Chiyu?

So Lu Chen didn't expect Chen Ping'an to enter the fourteenth level as soon as possible.

And outside the city.

Chen Ping'an destroyed the No. 1 city in the world with the spirit of beating the drums, which he learned from the awe-inspiring Wu Fu Cui Cheng.

The same fist moves, fists are delivered, as if the fist intent is superimposed endlessly.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers centered on Xianzhan City, all felt the vibration of countless thunderous thunder exploding at the same time under the earth and high places in the world.

One punch completely penetrated the mountain and water restrictions of Xianzhan City, and the fist of that human figure finally touched the real body of Gaocheng.

With another punch, most of the arms of the Taoist's Faxiang, like a mountain chisel, fell into the fairy hairpin city.

The third punch directly penetrated the entire city of Xianzhan, with the entire arm traversing the city, and then swept back and forth with one arm, and the highest city in the world was beaten in two.

The upper half of the sloping and collapsing Gaocheng was held on the side by the Taoist Faxiang, and pushed out with great force. It fell to the ground hundreds of miles away, and the raised dust covered the sky.

As for the remaining half of the high city, the Taoist Faxiang interlaced his hands and ten fingers, folded his fist, lifted it high, and slammed it down quickly, hitting half of the city continuously deep into the ground.