Zhang Daoling stood at the center of the world at this time, holding the fairy sword in his right hand to clear his dream, and holding his left hand behind his back, his face was calm, like a fairy from a high seat overlooking the world. Above his head was the North Star hanging high, with the mountains, rivers, sun and moon rotating around the North Star, and the stars were moving around.

Rotating around the North Star, more like rotating around Zhang Daoling, Zhang Daoling stomped his feet slightly, the galaxy shook, the sea water rolled, countless stars fell, and countless sea water crashed and splashed, shining brightly.

In this world, he is the master, he is the emperor, he is the god!

The female ghost Lin Wanjing was now deep in the deep ocean and had difficulty breathing. She wanted to escape from the sea water, but found that the sea surface was like a film as thin as cicada wings. No matter how hard she tried to tear it, she could only touch it but not pull it.

Open, this feeling was like she had no strength but couldn't use it. It was unbearable for her, especially since the sea water was extremely heavy-bearing. It was heavier than mercury and seemed to be thousands of pounds. Pressing on her was like crushing her into powder.

, turned into nothingness, but she clearly felt that this could not kill her. It was just seawater pouring into her body, oppressing her internal organs, making it difficult for her to breathe, and going crazy. Although she wanted to die, this kind of suffocation

Under the sensation, his body struggled reflexively, and his whole face turned purple, looking hideous and terrifying.

At this moment, Zhang Daoling happened to be stepping on the water above the head of the female ghost Lin Wanjing, looking down at her indifferently, reflecting the stars, as if her life and death were nothing more than ants in his eyes, and her desperate efforts were just a joke.

When the female ghost Lin Wanjing opened her mouth to speak, she found that she could not utter a single word. She opened her mouth wide but could not utter a single word. She could only struggle silently. The blood-red skirt rippled in the water, fluttering softly, like blood flowing into the water.

The pure sea was incompatible and could not be accommodated. It could only exist in a state of being like water but not water, like blood but not blood. Moreover, she could not use any spiritual energy at all, and all the spiritual energy in the Qi Mansion disappeared.

Even the last connection with heaven and earth has been cut off, just like an ordinary woman falling into the water, unable to escape, unable to die, and can only feel pain.

She began to sink, but she was overworked mentally and lost consciousness. She slowly fell into the abyss bit by bit. Her limbs were splayed out in the water, her skirt fluttering, and she still maintained such a struggling movement, falling.

In the process, she saw the golden carp, but she was too small, so small that she was like a grain of dust in front of the carp, like a grain of sand in the sea, or a mayfly. The carp didn't even want to look at her.

In the world of those fragmented lenses, she saw herself, the self who grew up quietly. In the mirror, she held a flower needle in her hand and stirred a piece of blue silk. The silk material was not very outstanding, but she

How happy she was, because it was her first time learning embroidery, and it was her mother who taught her it herself. As soon as the scene turned, she took the first money she earned on her own, happily ran to her parents and said, from now on she will

She can support herself, I hope they don't worry. There are still so many beautiful pictures flashing one by one. She feels bitter in her heart as she falls downwards. A thick bitter smile appears at the corner of her mouth. Everything is gone. Everything is over. How can those beautiful things just disappear?

Her wife is missing? Look at her now. There is a horrific scar on her face from being injured by a fire charm ten years ago. Her eyes are scarlet, as if thick blood is swirling, and her nails are long and stained with too much flesh and blood.

A tear fell from the corner of her eye, and it turned out to be a tear of blood. The blood tear melted into the sea and disappeared in an instant.

She slowly closed her eyes, which were dim and dull. She was really too tired. Let her rest for a while and sleep forever.

Zhang Daoling still looked indifferent. He couldn't cover all these complicated and trivial matters, and it was difficult for him to take care of them. He was just a passer-by in this world. Since he was a passer-by, there was no need to intervene. Everything under the mountain was too complicated, and even he was unwilling to go there.

Because of the cause and effect, he has cultivated a cold heart since his cultivation. As for Zhang Yuanyi, he admits that he has selfish motives. Zhang Yuanyi is a battle between him and a person. He can choose to let Zhang Yuanyi die.

In Jewelry Town, this does not count as his defeat, but he has not. He has lived for too long. Longzhou Taoist, Xuantian Sect leader Li Yunhao, and the elder Xiang Yang are just young people in front of him, so at the beginning

The reason why Longzhou Taoist cannot recognize him is not because Longzhou Taoist has been sinking for too long, and his life is too short. Thousands of years are nothing in front of him. Even monks who have not lived for tens of thousands of years need not say they know him.

But people will feel bored after living for too long, just like fighting with Zhang Yuanyi as a chess piece and the whole world as a chessboard. It is something that he rarely takes seriously. He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the northwest. His old friend didn't know

Are you ready? Don't let me down in the battle between us. But he shook his head again and laughed at himself. How could he be disappointed? He was surprised just by Zhang Yuanyi who was sent over.

I don’t know how that guy found such an incredible person. This wouldn’t have been possible without thousands of years of premeditation.

So he mentally calculated tens of thousands of ways to deal with it, and finally chose such a fatal method, the most extreme method, and he didn't need to say what kind of conspiracy it was, but directly pointed out the conspiracy of the relationship, just to tell that person

Man, this is how I fight against you. I want to force you to trade your life with me. Since we are trying to compete with each other, that’s great. After all, we are all old bastards who have lived for countless years. Whoever is a coward is the real one?

Bastard.

Since we are fighting, we don’t care about life and death. We just use the whole world as a chessboard and everyone in the world as chess pieces to see who has more chess pieces left in the end! Or simply no one has any chess pieces left, and the world returns to chaos.

In turmoil, there are no more immortal cultivators in the world!

Zhang Daoling looked in the northwest direction, his eyes cold but like a burning light, penetrating this world, and then passing through the outside world, going straight to the distance!

Nanga Island, the holy land of the Demon Cult, there is a young man wearing a green raincoat and a green hat, sitting on the highest peak of Nanga Island

On top of Feiyu Peak, he was fishing in the sea of ​​clouds with a slender green bamboo fishing rod in his hand.

It was as if he and Zhang Daoling were looking at each other from a distance across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, with a smile in his eyes and a hint of contempt, and said softly: "Don't worry, I will never let you down. I haven't grown up eating hard food after all these years."

As he spoke, he waved the green bamboo fishing rod in his hand, and a vague silk thread was pulled straight down, spanning thousands of miles, through the sea of ​​clouds, and then through the mountains, falling into the endless sea. The sea was originally rough and turbulent.

, when the fishhook enters the sea, it calms down instantly and there are no more waves.

No matter how the wind and waves rise, sit firmly on the Diaoyutai!

Zhang Daoling took back the world, and Zhang Yuan fell to the ground one by one, with his butt blossoming.

"Ouch!" Zhang Yuanyi touched his butt and got up from the ground, "Master, you can't be gentler, your apprentice will be knocked silly by you."

The female ghost Lin Wanjing on the other side was in a worse situation than Zhang Yuanyi. After landing, she fell to the ground with one hand on the ground and slapped her chest hard with the other. Seawater kept coughing out from her mouth, her hair was messy, and her body was dripping with water.

The surrounding area was wet and in a state of disarray.

Zhang Yuan patted his head again and again, remembering what he had just seen Zongzong, and slowly walked to Zhang Daoling's side and asked in a low voice: "Master, is what you said just now real? Or am I dreaming."

Zhang Daoling touched Zhang Yuanyi's head, smiled without saying a word, and his eyes were gentle.

The female ghost Lin Wanjing finally stopped messing around. She looked at Zhang Daoling with sad eyes and looked extremely painful, and begged: "I beg you, please give me a break, the little girl really can't bear it anymore."

As he spoke, his eyes were filled with tears, and the big pea-sized teardrops fell onto the dusty ground, splashing and carrying dust with them.

Zhang Daoling looked at the female ghost Lin Wanjing with calm eyes. He sighed and took out a piece of golden foil paper from the Qiankun bag. There were a large number of inscriptions and seals on it. With a thought in his mind, the foil paper burned in the air, like a

Fire red elf.

When everything was burned out, a red silk thread was born in the firelight. Zhang Daoling held the thread with his hand and gently pulled it.

In the Tang Dynasty in China, in a remote town, there was a Taoist priest wearing a yellow Taoist coat who was telling people fortunes.

He stood on the top of a small hill, with one hand behind his back and the other pointing at the mountains in front, looking far away, and said calmly: "Look at this mountain range, it looks like a dragon bone coiled around. The peaks here are dragon heads, and the tops of the mountains here are dragon heads."

It is the dragon's tail, the dragon's head receives Qi, and the dragon's tail stores Qi. There is a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right. There is running water behind and a high mountain in front. The breeze comes slowly, and you slowly realize that there is another dragon's tail connected to the dragon's head. The cycle is continuous, the breath is continuous, hiding the wind and gathering water.

Fudo is a perfect Feng Shui treasure land. Being buried in it is like being in a cornucopia. It will definitely benefit future generations and you can also live in a wealthy family after reincarnation."

A fat man with a fleshy face and a bloated figure next to him smiled, nodded and bowed, and said to the Taoist priest: "Thank you, Taoist Priest, for finding this Feng Shui treasure land for me. I'd rather trouble you to choose a good and auspicious day to bury my elderly family member!"

The Taoist priest closed his eyes and muttered words, which were unfamiliar words that the fat man could not understand, like Sanskrit.

After reciting a song, the Taoist priest opened his eyes and said to the fat man: "There is no rush at this time! I still have a few rituals to complete before I can bury him. This is the icing on the cake."

The fat man was even more overjoyed when he heard this. He took out a jade pendant from his belt and handed it to the Taoist priest and said, "Then I have to thank the Taoist priest for your help. A small gift is not a sign of respect. When the work is completed, there will be more rewards."

The Taoist priest's eyes lit up when he saw the jade pendant, but he quickly covered it up, silently accepted the jade pendant, and said with a fairy-like tone: "You go down first, I will cast a few spells here to perfect the feng shui. You can influence my practice here.

Already."

The fat man nodded again and walked slowly down the mountain. His whole body was like a round ball. Every step he took, the flesh on his body shook and became very greasy.

When the fat man walked away, the Taoist fell down on the top of the mountain and fell asleep with his face facing the sky. He held the fine jade pendant in his hand, put it on his eyes, took out a copper coin from his sleeve, and let out a long breath.

The tone is so comfortable! This feeling is so comfortable, so many fools will believe it just by saying a few nonsense words, it is really so easy to make money.

In fact, this Taoist priest is really talking nonsense. Even the simplest situation of flowing water in front and mountains behind can be said to be mountains in front and flowing water in the back. There are mountains in the front and the road is closed, and there are flowing water blocking the road. This is a treasure place for gathering Feng Shui. It is clearly a gathering place.

If a person is buried in a place filled with evil spirits, he will be unlucky in the future, and it will be difficult for him to be reincarnated.

But how can this Taoist priest care about this? Anyway, these fools make a lot of money. It will be the same ten years ago and ten years from now. There is always no shortage of rich fools.

It was so good that he supported many people like him. He held the jade pendant in his left hand and the copper coins in his right hand. The jade pendant and the copper coins struck each other, making a "ding-ding" sound.

A crazy guy.

But suddenly, it was as if someone grabbed his neck from behind, and his whole body was like a flying sword, and he was instantly pulled away from the top of the mountain!

Along the way, the Taoist priest encountered mountains and rivers, as if he was deliberately looking for trouble for himself. He felt uncomfortable all the time. Sometimes his head was bleeding and his body was bruised and bruised. At other times, the cold wind was biting and penetrated his soul. The most uncomfortable thing was when he arrived.

When he was in the water, it was like someone was holding his head down and he couldn't lift it up. He took several mouthfuls of dirty water, but he could control it extremely well. Every time he was about to lose consciousness,

When he fell asleep, he was lifted up, and just when he was about to recover, he was pushed into the water again, and this cycle continued without end.

I don’t know how long it took for the inexplicable force to finally stop and throw him to the ground. Now he is covered in bruises and wounds. Only the top part of the yellow monk’s coat is in tatters. It’s hard to save up.

Wei Mo's moral integrity has been completely lost, and his mind has reached its limit. He wants to take a deep sleep, but the wounds on his body are as painful as being sprinkled with salt, forcing him to keep his mind awake.

At this time, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if there were countless cotton needles stuck in it. He forced himself to hold himself up and looked around. The surrounding area was desolate. It was a run-down house, with rotten walls and overgrown weeds. He

I saw a scholar looking at him condescendingly with a calm face, and a little Taoist priest hiding behind the scholar and secretly looking at him.

His expression softened slightly, and he endured the severe pain and asked: "May I ask this gentleman, where is this place and why am I here."

The man looked straight ahead without looking at him, as if he didn't bother to look at him at all. He followed the scholar's gaze and saw a face that he would never forget in his life. That face still made him remember it even ten years later.

A fresh face.

It was Lin Wanjing, the woman who turned into a ghost.

Lin Wanjing looked fierce at this time, clenching her fists, clenching her teeth, staring at him with a cannibalistic look. She tried her best to suppress the hatred in her heart, so that her fingers were embedded in her palms, and the roots of her teeth were bleeding. It was extremely scary! How could she forget?

This person, this person was the one who caused her to lose everything and turn into such a miserable state. She could not wait to dig out his internal organs, crush his soul, and take off his head right now!

The Taoist priest hurried to Zhang Daoling. At this time, he had lost all his magic power and was tortured along the way. He was already at the end of his strength and was no match for the female ghost. He wanted to grab Zhang Daoling's trouser legs, but found that he could not even take two steps from Zhang Daoling.

He couldn't get inside, as if the people in front of him thought he was too dirty and wouldn't let him get close.

The Taoist priest didn't care about this and shouted loudly: "Sir, help me! Sir, please kill this female ghost quickly. This female ghost has done many evil things and has dozens of lives on her hands. We must get up early to eradicate her, otherwise she will become a disaster in the future!"

Lin Wanjing finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward with all her strength, vowing to tear this man into pieces.

But suddenly he was frozen in place, unable to move, and could only keep waving his hands.

Zhang Daoling said slowly: "You can't kill him."

Lin Wanjing's heart was full of hatred, and she yelled: "Why!"
To be continued...