One hundred and sixty-seventh chapter Meizhi's comment on beauty [two chapters in one]
On the viewing platform, as Xu Yong once again opened his eyes with double pupils, amid the sound of Taoism that sounded like the harmony of the gods, the body of Shen Tingyun, the opponent of Nanhua Palace, retreated for dozens of miles.
He moved his hands, developing countless wonderful techniques and magical powers, trying to compete with the heavy-eyed gaze that seemed to be trying to regulate yin and yang.
But in the end, he was inevitably overwhelmed by the chaos and got involved.
Bai Zhu saw that Nanhua Palace Shen Tingyun's clothes were completely torn, and his naked body was as crystal clear as jade, with countless tadpole-shaped words seemingly engraved in it, shining brightly.
"The ones from Nanhua Palace are among the best even in physical sanctification."
While Baizhu was thinking, a heartbeat quietly sounded in his mind.
He turned his head, and the handsome young man looked into his eyes with a smile.
The two looked at each other and bowed lightly at the same time.
"Huh?" Bai Shu sighed.
At this moment, on the golden platform, except for Xu Yong and Shen Tingyun of Nanhua Palace, everyone else has gradually come to light.
"Shen Tingyun's pure Taoist body is not at home. I'm afraid he won't be able to do well against Chongtong."
Chen Jizi smiled warmly and suddenly changed the subject.
"What is Huncheng's body?" he asked Baizhu.
This question came out of the blue. Bai Shu was stunned for a moment, but he still responded:
"With nothingness as its body."
"If nothingness is regarded as a mixture, the mixture and the Tao are one and two?"
"One and two."
"Please clarify the reason."
"The two are also mixed according to the body and collection, and they are named Sun Dao; they are connected to the body, for Tong, and Tong, Hui, and Yifen, so the day is also two. There is also the same one, there is no difference in Tao, so it is Tong and discernment, and it is mixed without distinction. , the purpose is to collect and connect, so the day is also one."
Bai Shu calmed down and spoke slowly. He frowned slightly and said:
"Brother Chen asks these questions because he wants to consider Pindao?"
"Shen Zhenjun is too worried."
Chen Jizi's voice was light and had no fluctuation.
"I'm just curious, who is Shen Zhenjun?"
"I'm just a Taoist priest out of interest." Bai Shu spread his hands: "Who else could it be?"
"The True Lord defeated Xu Yong's heavy-eyed son, and with his nameless voice, he defeated all the powerful ones. He defeated Shenya Gongyin, Zuo Chengye of the Danbei Zuo Family, the genius of the aristocratic family and the Holy Land, when he met the True Lord The kings and queens all fell into disgrace one after another."
The handsome young man who stood as tall as a white crane lowered his head slightly. He stared at the feathered Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown and spoke softly:
"Where did Shen Zhenjun come from? A noble family, a holy land, or a member of the royal family? Among the three kingdoms of Zheng, Chu and Wei, where is Shen Zhenjun's hometown?"
"Brother Chen seems to care about me very much."
"Maybe."
Chen Jizi smiled slightly:
"This encounter in Qingli Palace is really a gathering of storms. In thirty or fifty years, on the battlefield that determines the power of the world, who among us on the golden battlefield will stand with whom?"
"Brother Chen's courage can be described as burning like a flame, like a wild mountain."
Bai Shu also smiled:
"I am narrow-minded and cannot conceive the world, nor can I conceive so many things."
"What is Mr. Shen Zhen thinking?" Chen Jizi said with a hint of curiosity.
"Immortality." Bai Shu said softly: "I practice for immortality."
While the two were talking, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted.
Shen Tingyun gave a deep shout, turned his palms and lifted up a vast thundercloud, protecting it around the treasure body.
He rubbed the clouds and used electricity, like a majestic thunder god driving away the wind and clouds, crackling, and dazzling light bloomed in Shen Tingyun's acupoint.
Lei Ze Da Shu
Seeing that his pure Dao body was about to be broken by the double pupil, at the critical moment, Shen Tingyun used another great magical power.
He slowly stepped out of the thunder. His original clothes had long been shattered into dust. The majestic lightning condensed into armor and covered Shen Tingyun's skin, making him look divine and awe-inspiring.
"The final blow." Shen Tingyun said in a hoarse voice: "Determine the outcome!"
"The final blow."
Xu Yong, whose pupils were like two magic wells, smiled. He looked around and saw that everyone else on the golden battle stage was paying close attention and looked very interested.
"The final blow will determine the outcome." Xu Yong said calmly: "It is indeed a bit embarrassing to spend so long with you and be watched like a monkey."
"Double-eyed child, you are arrogant!"
Shen Tingyun was furious. He moved his hands, and the vast thunderstorm shook violently.
The thunderclouds all over the sky swept over in an instant, and the flames were billowing, like the gods throwing thunderous spears from the clouds.
Shen Tingyun's palms glowed, and a three-foot-long dazzling divine spear suddenly shot out towards Xu Yong following the endless thunder clouds.
boom!!!
The invisible field spread out, as if it was about to tear apart the golden battle platform. The murderous intention in the divine spear spread into every detail of the void, faintly connecting it into a large net, which was about to tear Xu Yong in the net from his physical body to his soul. God, kill them all.
Before the sea-like thunderclouds approached, Xu Yong's expression remained calm, and his feet were firmly planted in the void without moving at all, just like an old pine rooted in the rock.
"it's over."
Facing the Thunder Punishment Spear that was very close at hand and approaching the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, Xu Yong spoke softly.
His eyes were densely covered with runes, creating a brilliant light.
At the same time, blood suddenly flowed from Xu Yong's eyes.
The moment the blood flowed out, chaotic light suddenly shot out from the double pupils.
There was no violent collision, the expected situation did not happen, and even the sound was imperceptible.
Both Lei Hai and the Thunder Punishment Spear, which Shen Tingyun regarded as a decisive blow, were too fragile to be attacked by the chaotic light of the heavy pupils.
For example, if you throw frost and snow into a cauldron filled with boiling oil, all the thunderclouds will disappear into smoke.
And all this is just a snap of your fingers.
Before the smile on Shen Tingyun's face dissipated, the expression on his face had been replaced by horror.
Facing that beam of chaotic light, Shen Tingyun's eyes were about to burst. He hurriedly took out several magic weapons, big seals, jade mountains and copper bells, all of which emitted divine power to face the chaotic light.
Those magic weapons are like mud cows falling into the sea.
Just when the chaotic light was about to cut through Shen Tingyun's Niwan Palace, beside the golden battle platform, Lord Zhemei, who was supervising the battle, swayed slightly.
The man with a handsome face suddenly moved inside. He raised his magic sword and stood in front of the horrified Shen Tingyun.
Mr. Zhemei's figure swayed slightly, and he raised his head with an incredible look on his face.
And that chaotic light also disappeared without a trace.
"Xu Yong."
Mr. Zhemei waved his hand, and Shen Tingyun behind him was teleported out of the golden battle stage.
He looked around and announced the outcome of the battle in a deep voice.
"Win!"
At this point, only eight of the sixteen people were left.
Luojiang Chen family, Chen Jizi; Kuci, Heng'an; Chu royal family, Chu; Xintong Mei family, Mei Zhiwen.
Gu Zang Xu Jia, Xu Yong; Damo Fen, Li Feibai; Chang Jin Xie Jia, Xie Jianwu; Shen Mo.
Five aristocratic families, three holy places.
Zuo Chengye faced off against Baizhu, but was defeated by the Great Peacock Divine Light in the perfect state.
Peacock once used this wonderful skill to dominate the world, and it is obvious that it is extraordinary.
And Chu Xiang faced Chu again. This time, the young man with white hair on his temples didn't hold back at all.
The flying sword named Chu Xiang was killed hundreds of times in his fight against Buddha, almost killing him.
"If Shen Tingyun's pure Dao body were a little stronger, he might be able to win."
Chen Jizi looked at Shen Tingyun, who was staggering and vomiting blood and being rescued by Nanhua Palace people, and said regretfully:
"Using Lei Ze's art to take a risk is really a mistake."
"Brother Xu is exhausted."
The face of Chongpuzi was as usual, and there seemed to be no clues. However, under Bai Shu's secret observation with his Shura eyes, Xu Yong had already exhausted all his true body, and he was just holding on.
That beam of chaotic light that broke through all kinds of magical powers and all kinds of wonderful techniques also caused a lot of damage to himself.
"How much stronger can the Tao body be?"
Bai Shu was a little curious and asked Chen Jizi:
"How strong do you have to be to block Brother Xu's chaotic light?"
"Miss Bai's pure body."
Chen Jizi nodded slightly, turned his gaze to the magnificent viewing platform held by Yun Ni, and said with a smile:
"With her accomplishments, I think she can catch that beam of chaotic light."
"white?"
Bai Zhu also focused on the past.
On the stage where the ceremony was held, a girl with a charming and naive face was enjoying her meal, completely forgetting herself.
"She slapped me." Bai Zhu smiled: "At that time, I just felt like a sacred mountain hit my chest, and my breath was not smooth."
Chen Jizi was stunned, then laughed out loud.
As if aware of the two people's gazes, the originally ignorant Bai suddenly raised her little head. She looked at the two of them suspiciously, curled her lips, and showed a look of disgust on her face.
In full view of everyone, the girl slowly rolled her eyes and made a big grimace at the two of them.
Bang!
The dark-faced old Taoist Hanxu stretched out his hand and slapped the little head that was so proud that he was shaking his head again.
Bai Shu smiled and looked away. Today was over and he was about to move out of the golden battle platform.
Suddenly, a warm voice sounded softly.
Holding a magical sword in his hand and with signs of thousands of water flowing above his head, Zhimei-kun smiled and spoke to the crowd.
The host of the Dragon Palace here spoke, and everyone held their breath and looked at Mr. Zhemei one after another.
"The golden battle platform will open again in three days. This is the old rule."
Mr. Zhemei said loudly:
"The wise men and women are gathering here, and Xiaojiao doesn't want to show off. If the next fight fails, it will be decided by drawing lots?"
He gave a slight salute to the eight people on the golden battle platform and laughed loudly:
"I wonder if the eight Taoist brothers think this method is feasible?"
Seeing Mr. Zhe Mei's salute, everyone bowed and returned the salute to him. Even Chen Jizi did not dare to neglect at all.
"I'm free to do it."
Mei Zhiwen, a young man in yellow shirt, was the first to speak. He shrugged and looked at Baizhu and the remaining seven people, without concealing the eagerness in his eyes.
"Seven worldly brothers." He sighed quietly and raised the corner of his mouth: "They are all extremely beautiful. I am very happy to be able to fight with you."
In the dead silence or astonishment, he spread his hands and smiled eagerly.
"The king of Guangling, Chu Gaogu, is like the moon rising in the east and fighting in the east, and the good wind follows him; Brother Xu Yong and Xu are calm, like a green fir house with a clear sunset. His double pupils also have a special interest. Mei liked it very much."
Li Feibai, Brother Li, is majestic and born with a northern atmosphere, just like a desolate desert with few strong winds; Each flower represents a branch.
As for Brother Heng'an Heng, the more Mei looks at you, the more interesting and endless the joy you feel, just like the rustling of fallen leaves and the green moss leaking through the rain. The more you taste it, the more mellow the taste will be."
At this time, the surroundings were already silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
"As for Chen Jizi, Brother Chen and Zhenjun Shen Mo, they are the highlight of this incident."
He cleared his throat, his expression unexpectedly straightened, and he spoke solemnly:
"Brother Ji Zi has two connotations of beauty and dilution. He is like a lone crane flying in the vast abyss, with an autumn pond below. He is also like a bright moonlit house and a painted bridge with green shadows. He is so noble and refreshing."
"And Shen Zhenjun..."
Mei Zhiwen was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"The waves are like waves of ten thousand hectares. They are clear when they are clear and not muddy when they are disturbed. Their appearance is high and clear, like the beautiful trees in the Yaolin."
He smiled slowly:
"Like the dawn of the moon, like the autumn air, the wonderfully created natural state makes Mei particularly heartbroken. Seeing it is like watching the customs."
The corners of the young man's mouth in the yellow shirt were raised high, looking satisfied. His lips moved slightly, and just when he was about to continue speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a thunderous shout.
"Mei Zhiwen, boy, shut up, I, Xin Tongmei, cannot afford to disgrace this man!"
A middle-aged scribe was furious and shouted at Mei Zhiwen:
"If you dare to speak again, I will let you have two more beautiful concubines!"
"Anyway, you have all engaged me, and I will get married when I get back."
Mei Zhiwen sighed quietly and glanced at everyone reluctantly:
"Finally, let Mei be wild again."
"Gentlemen!"
He spoke loudly and said with a long smile:
"Please don't hold back, welcome me as much as you want! Being able to share the stage with seven brothers, Mei, Mei..."
Mei Zhiwen took a long breath, with a gentle look on his face: "Mei is so happy, her heart almost beats out of her chest!"
"I won't hold back." Bai Zhu said calmly: "You can rest assured."
"I won't hold back either." Chen Jizi's voice was equally calm.
Hengan's face was expressionless, while Xu Yong was furious.
The remaining people all had different expressions.
"I regard you as a brother." Xie Jianwu touched his head and said in distress: "You actually..."
"I regard you as more than just a brother." Mei Zhiwen said meaningfully.
The middle-aged man who was born in the Xin Tongmei clan and who once asked Zhimei to ask questions, his face turned green and turned white, and everyone looked at him curiously.
The middle-aged man finally couldn't hold it any longer. He let out a loud roar, turned into light, and flew far away from this place.
"He will die, the one named Mei Zhiwen."
On the viewing platform, Bai shrank his neck and quietly asked Master Hanxu.
"Xin Tongmei." Old Master Hanxu stroked his white beard, "She really made a big splash."
On the side, Mr. Zhemei, who had a complicated face, cleared his throat, and a gorgeous gold bottle appeared in his hand.
"Please draw lots." Mr. Zhemei smiled helplessly.
The eight people looked at each other and used their own methods to use their magical powers towards the golden bottle.
"One." Xu Yong pinched his jade sign and said in confusion.
At this time, King Chu of Guangling, whose temples were white, looked at him. The jade sign in Chu's hand was also engraved with "一".
"It looks like I'm fighting you." Xu Yong sighed: "It's really a tough battle."
Li Feibai and Xie Jianwu drew a number at the same time, while Mei Zhiwen faced Hengan.
"It's three."
Bai Shu raised the jade sign in his hand to Chen Jizi. At the same time, he also saw clearly that the number on Chen Jizi's jade sign was the same as his own.
"I didn't expect to meet Mr. Shen." Chen Jizi smiled warmly.
"I will do my best." The legitimate son of the Chen family in Luojiang said softly.
"The same goes for poor Taoists."
The two looked at each other with a smile and moved out of the formation.
And as the battle was announced, the crowd outside the stadium suddenly became excited.
"Senior brother." Cui Yuanzhou looked at Bai Shu's incarnation turning into rainbow light and walked away, and said worriedly: "Can senior brother win?"
"It's hard to say." Monk Huiyuan was silent for a moment, shook his head and said nothing.
Regarding what Chen Jizi said, not to mention the few people present, no one in the world could say such nonsense.
And in the viewing platform, one of the crystal palaces.
The handsome monk frowned slightly, took one step forward, and chased after Bai Shu in the distance.
"Buddha!"
The Shui tribes and others serving on the side were shocked and followed them one after another:
"Buddha, wait for us!"
Before they could catch up, a warm golden light appeared out of thin air, stopping the water tribe who wanted to follow.
"I have some personal matters."
Xuanzang's voice sounded softly:
"Dear donors, please wait for the young monk for a moment. There is no need to follow."
All the water tribes who were serving him looked at each other, but finally gave up and did not follow him.
…
When the atmosphere in Qingli Palace was heated and people were buzzing.
Suddenly, outside the large formation in the deep water, the water rippled slightly, and a middle-aged monk and a man wearing a sapphire mask appeared out of thin air outside the Qingli Palace formation.
"I haven't been to this place for a long time."
Looking at the tens of thousands of endless splendid palaces within the formation, the man in the sapphire mask sighed softly:
"Looking at these things, it really feels like a world away."
