Chapter 1066 Junior, come down and have a cup of tea
"Li Changsheng, I misunderstood you. Now that the one who did not let us move the Xuxian Sword Sect can kill these three thousand sects to the sky, can also relieve the hatred in my heart."
The vast sword cultivator and dozens of immortal kings all broke through the air towards the direction of the three thousand gates.
During this period, Lu Qingshu expressed his gratitude to Li Changsheng.
"You don't have to be too polite, you and I have been from the same school after all."
Li Changsheng nodded gently.
A faint contempt flashed deep in his eyes, and he always looked down on Lu Qingshu.
Ouyang Xuanzhen followed behind the team, and at the same time, he did not forget to inform the Dayan Taoist Sect, allowing the well-known elders to go to the San Thousand Taoist Sect.
The last time he was defeated in Sanqiandao Sect, this time, he wanted to recover all the lost face. If he is lucky, he might be able to grab several inheritances of Sanqiandao Sect.
Dayan Taoist Sect.
Xu Qingsong, who was in seclusion, suddenly woke up, looked at the messenger talisman in his hand, and a arrogant smile gradually appeared on his face.
"Fang Chen, you have today too!"
He left the retreating place excitedly and happened to meet Xu Sijiu.
"Father."
Xu Qingsong looked excited: "Have you heard it? Let's go to Sanqiandaomen immediately."
"Well, I've heard that many elders have set off."
Xu Sijiu nodded gently, and the two of them broke through the air and flew towards the San Thousand Gate.
In the wild garden, Zhao Jiaolong and others also heard the sound of the wind.
Hua Miaoqing looked solemn: "I have learned a lot of ancient Taoism from Mr. Fang, and I have already been naturalized in the Three Thousand Daomen Sects. This time..."
"Don't go to die."
Zhao Jiaolong looked solemn: "My elders in my family said that this time the matter is very serious.
No force in Zhongzhou is qualified to intervene. If it intervenes, it will only be crushed to pieces."
Hua Miaoqing thought about it for a few breaths and shook her head gently: "People should have a beginning and an end. If the three thousand gates encounter disasters, I will stop watching. What is the meaning of the way I do in this life?"
"It is human nature to seek good fortune and avoid bad luck."
Zhao Jiaolong frowned.
Hua Miaoqing looked at him a few times and suddenly smiled and said, "Senior Brother, you are a dragon."
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Zhao Jiaolong was silent for a few moments, then nodded gently: "If you want to go, I won't stop you."
Not everyone is like Hua Miaoqing. It is probably only one-third of the disciples of the Wilderness Garden, because they have been naturalized in the Three Thousand Doors, choose to walk with Hua Miaoqing and rush to the Three Thousand Doors.
The ninth generation of royal palace.
Ji Liang and a group of siblings sat in the hall drinking tea. Listening to the sisters and brothers talking loudly, a hint of displeasure flashed between their eyebrows.
Suddenly someone entered the hall and brought a message, which shocked everyone.
"The first place in the imperial list... I have to deal with the Three Thousand Dojos? Even Shintoism was forced away by them?"
Everyone looked at each other.
The eldest son of the ninth king seems to be about thirty years old, but he is very old. He also has his own practice place and has countless descendants. Now his cultivation is almost perfect in the Tao.
He glanced at everyone and smiled faintly: "My father is there at the moment, so I might as well go and take a look. How can I miss this grand occasion?"
"This is indeed a grand occasion."
Ji Liang nodded slightly, and a faint cold light flashed in his eyes.
Three Thousand Gate.
Under the influence of the White Lotus of the Great Dao, the spiritual power here becomes more and more intense, with spiritual fog everywhere. Occasionally, you can see fairy birds flying around, a scene of immortals.
There are endless pilgrims, and people from the mountain gate come and go. These pilgrims have found that every time they finish incense here, their health will get better and better after returning.
Some early incense fans also saw many magical things, and some stories spread from them.
Therefore, in the eyes of these pilgrims, the Three Thousand Gate has become an immortal temple with gods and immortals.
"Sect Master, how many years will we have to go through like this?"
A Taoist asked softly when he put down his teacup.
Zhou Bufan's expression changed slightly. After a few breaths of silence, he saw that everyone's light was falling on him, so he had to speak slowly:
"It's better to live by it."
The beggar Taoist sneered: "If you hadn't had your Ziyang Taoist Sect insisted on joining in this fun, why would we be like this?
Have you ever calculated how many years have we been here? Humph."
Everyone no longer had the strength to scold the beggar Taoist, or they had lost the mood to scold the beggar.
What they think about every day now is how to leave here. This kind of life is a torment for them at every moment.
"Someone is here."
Zhou Bufan suddenly looked into the void and saw some figures appearing in the void. He didn't care at first, but when he looked closely, he found that there were more and more figures, and there seemed to be one inside...
"The Immortal King of the Dayan Taoist Sect is here!"
He saw Ouyang Xuanzhen!
Zhou Bufan stood up subconsciously, his face turned red and extremely excited. The monks from the Ziyang Taoist Sect beside him also stood up one after another. When they saw the movement in the void, they almost shed tears in excitement.
The auras of these monks are more and more unfathomable than the other. They come to the Three Thousand Sects in such a mighty way, and they are definitely not visitors!
Not to mention the immortal kings of the three major Taoist sects in Zhongzhou!
The beggar Taoist was shocked and suspicious. He put down the teacup he had just been drinking, and also stood up and looked at the void.
"Is the day of liberation finally here?"
His eyes gradually became excited.
The monks from the Three Thousand Dao Sects were not panicked after seeing this scene, and immediately sent a message to the sect leader, Mr. Li.
"Those are the monks from the Ziyang Taoist Sect?"
The eyes of the Immortal King Gu Xi suddenly fell on Zhou Bufan and others, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. After so many years, are they still drinking tea here?
Ouyang Xuanzhen looked strange and nodded slightly: "It's them indeed."
The three Taoist immortal kings looked at each other, and they felt more and more that they needed to get rid of the Fang surname.
At some point, this guy was too revenge.
"I really have leisure and leisure."
Lu Qingshu stared at Zhou Bufan and others with a smile, and then said to a sword cultivator beside him:
"Cut their heads first."
Before the sword cultivator could take action, Ouyang Xuanzhen hurriedly stepped forward and told the whole story.
"Oh? Not from Sanqiandaomen? He offended the boy named Fang and was punished to drink the pickled goods here?"
Lu Qingshu was stunned.
A group of sword cultivators looked at the strange tea in the teacups, and their expressions became strange ones.
This group of monks obviously stayed here for many years. If they had been drinking these things every day and night...
"How can they bear it?"
A sword cultivator couldn't help but say.
Yes, how can you bear it?
If it were them, even if they died, they would have to fight. It would be impossible for them to endure this for many years.
"I just don't want to die."
Li Changsheng smiled faintly and said, "If it were you, you might not have chosen the same path as them."
Although the sword cultivators didn't say anything, they were disdainful of this statement in their hearts.
What are you afraid of death?
"Since we are not monks from the Three Thousand Dao Sects, let them live for the time being. A few people will break the mountain gate first."
Lu Qingshu smiled faintly.
At this moment, a rocking chair suddenly appeared near Zhou Bufan, and an old man was swaying back and forth on it. He looked at Lu Qingshu and smiled: