The entrance to the pass was already crowded with livestock, carriages and horses, and many shanties were surrounded by water.
There are also some monks sitting in some pavilions.
A young man wearing a green robe and carrying a sword box also came to the pass. Looking at Baizhang Xiongguan, he ignored the soldiers standing around him and walked towards the gate calmly.
Before he could walk over, a hanging token suddenly stood in front of him.
The token was rolled into earth and turned into a strong man about ten feet tall.
His body was covered with golden light, and he was holding a ring knife.
He said coldly and stiffly: "Wanfa Sect has sealed the mountain, please come and sit aside."
As he spoke, Lux pointed to the pavilion on one side.
The young man looked sideways and saw that those mortal armies could not pose a threat to him. As the Nascent Soul Lord, he was not afraid of this strong man.
He said loudly: "I have important things to pass, and I can't wait. Please get out of my way, otherwise don't blame Dao Jian Wu..."
"Little brother."
The young man was startled when he heard this.
The old man in the pavilion waved and said: "Little brother, don't be impulsive. There are thousands of barriers ahead. Even if you get through this one, you won't be able to pass the others."
Feeling the aura of the old man transforming into a god, the young man looked at the swelling powerhouse and thought for a while before giving up.
"It's a pity." On the top of the city, squatting was a god-incarnation venerable in black and white robes, holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, with a look of regret: "I thought this kid was going to break in, so I wouldn't be so boring.
Staying here, I didn’t expect young people today to be so aware of current affairs.”
Standing next to him, the venerable man holding his shoulders said angrily: "Fuck!"
"Do you think we Wanfa Sect disciples are coolies?"
"To fight with people in Guxian Tower, instead of going to the dojo of Guxian Tower, we come to the coast of the East China Sea. The battle for the Dao Lord requires locking up hundreds of millions of miles of territory and a total of 1,350 levels. How much manpower and material resources have been invested...
"
"Fortunately, Guxian Tower is willing to produce spiritual stones."
The squatting venerable shrugged his shoulders, spit out dogtail grass, and said: "Besides, we don't have to worry about anything since our ancestors are watching."
The lord holding his arms said happily: "I heard that the ancestor of Wanling is also in the East China Sea."
"Ancestor Wanling took the initiative to invite you."
"But Ancestor Wanling is really young, so he is just the deputy commander. The coach is still the old Taoist master."
…
East China Sea.
Jialongguan.
The two Taoists sitting in the palace are listening to the reports of the juniors.
The thin old man sitting in the main seat looked at the other seat with a smile and asked: "Elder Wanling, what do you think? Is there anything missing in these arrangements that you can point out?"
"Elder Fu decides where there will be mistakes."
"I came here with a learning attitude and don't dare to give advice."
Lord Gao Daodao, who was wearing a black and red robe and a hood, bowed his hands slightly and saluted.
The evil ghost mask blocked most of his face, except for a pair of pupils.
The juniors hurriedly lowered their heads, wanting to take a look but not daring to look. They had long heard of the reputation of this elder, and the piled up legends were enough to compile a long work.
Not to mention far away, the giant monsters were slain in the West Sea, the evil gods were destroyed in Beilu, and the ten thousand laws and traditions were rebuilt in a lost world...
Emperor Zun personally accepted him as his disciple.
Originally, the sect wanted to send this Taoist murderer to the West to fight against the Buddhist sect. Unexpectedly, he refused to go there and instead asked Ying to come to the East China Sea to suppress him.
He comes from a clean background, has worked his way from a small place to the center, and has made countless contributions. In addition, he is young and is a representative of the younger generation. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is well-received by the public.
Fu Daojun was surprised and said with a smile: "The future is bright."
Then he talked about the business: "There are many sects coming and going this time, including Shangqing, Daluo Sect, Jade Emperor..., Taiyi Shengxian, Taiyi Donghuang,..., Daleiyin Temple, Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, Esoteric Sect,
White horse..., you don’t need to pay so much attention to these, just be on guard against Xuanmen.”
"Elder, we are Xuanmen, why should we guard against Xuanmen?"
"Many forces in the Xuanmen participated in the plan of the Ancient Immortal Tower in the Forbidden Land of Gods, involving many monks, Hehuan, Five Elements Weide Dharma Alliance, Dongxuantian, Yunxiatian..., Tianmen, Xingxuan, Holy Light Holy Land...
…”
Fu Daojun said in a deep voice: "If they take action, it will easily turn into a war in the spiritual world, and many people will lose their lives."
…
Inside the palace of Hehuan Sect.
Liu Yanghe saluted respectfully and said, "Master, why did you come out of seclusion so early? It's only July now, and it's still far from the middle of the month."
The monk sitting on the main seat looked solemn and said: "It's better to get out of seclusion early and let me see the true and false status of that person."
Seeing his master being so serious, Liu Yanghe felt awkward.
In just the blink of an eye, the treasure that he once regarded as a chance had already moved the sect. He secretly resented his mediocre skills for not fighting through the battle in the forbidden land to become the treasure winner.
"Master, don't worry, that man's strength is indeed extraordinary. The disciples have been unable to defeat him for a long time. If it weren't for the help of many Taoist friends, he would have been defeated. However, compared with the long-famous Yuan Tongdao, he is like a firefly.
Haoyue is not on the same level at all."
"Yuan Tongdao will definitely kill him."
Liu Yanghe mostly sighed at Tu Shanjun's overestimation of his abilities.
Consider that man's arrogance.
The man who had first attained enlightenment in the Forbidden Land that day actually tried to summon souls to fight with Yuan Tong.
"shut up!"
The Taoist leader snorted coldly: "What do you know? In the struggle between the great ways, it is not so easy to determine the victory or defeat. Why haven't you achieved enlightenment yet if you are so capable?"
"I have to wait for you to come back from the Wanfa Sect's palace after leaving seclusion. How can you attract people's attention if you are still unable to become enlightened?"
“Can’t tell the difference between priorities!”
Liu Yanghe was scolded terribly, but he did not dare to refute anything. He went to show his courtesy to the master who asked him to leave seclusion.
Plop.
"Disciple knows his mistake."
"The disciple also wants to win favor and add another elder to the sect. The disciple can also take the opportunity to cross this threshold."
Liu Yanghe sighed in grievance. At that time, he was a great sage and the other party was just a saint. He didn't expect how long it would have passed before he suddenly became enlightened.
If I had known earlier, I would have proposed marriage earlier.
A large number of saints can still marry each other.
You marry one, and I marry another.
It is equivalent to a tacit understanding of allies.
The Taoist Lord on the main seat softened his heart and comforted him: "Look carefully and study, and if you understand the Tao, you will become the Tao. Don't think about these things."
"The Wanfa Sect was still weak in ancient times, but it was completely established in the Middle Ages. Although its foundation is slightly inferior, this sect has some evil sects. The disciples are highly qualified and fast in cultivation, and they have the potential to be the leader in Xuanmen."
…
July 13th. Wang Yuwei from Dongxuantian frowned and said, "It's not because you don't dare to come. The Daojun fortress of Guxian Tower is right in the sky."
"Hard to say."
"If he really cowers in the cloudy sky and doesn't come out, Guxian Tower will not send Dao Lord to kill Dongyue for fear of Dongyue. At most, it will use force to suppress the situation and use other forces to force him. But wouldn't this make the opponent weaker?
"
"Once Mr. Yuan Tongdao crosses the Three Flowers Realm, there will be no way to save him."
"He has to come whether he comes, or he has to come if he doesn't come. There is no choice."
"The difference is just dying standing up and dying on your knees."
"Why?"
"This matter has to start from the place where the Dharma God is forbidden."
A group of Xuanmen saints gathered together and listened to the various additions, finally understanding the grudge.
He was even more surprised to hear that the main soul of the weapon spirit had taken out the future soul of the Cui family great sage.
That one ranks quite high on the Holy Lord List.
Everyone would jump at this matter, and it was difficult for Guxianlou to remain calm. After such a long time, the old matter was brought up again, with the intention of settling the grudges.
It didn't actually take long.
"..."
Tang An Huang and Xuan Nan were side by side.
Emperor Tang An looked at Dao Lord sitting cross-legged in the void on the sea in the distance.
He withdrew his gaze and said: "I heard that fellow Taoist's senior brother, Master Ruzang, left Daleiyin Temple and went to Yintian. Isn't that why fellow Taoist came here?"
"Amitabha, it is true that this young monk has a purpose, but more importantly, it is about settling the cause and effect."
"The young monk still took action in the Divine Forbidden City."
Xuannan chanted the Buddha's name.
…
Buzz!
Ripples appeared in the void, just like the waves of a long river. A giant ship tore open the gap in the void to reveal itself in the barrier, then broke through the barrier and hung in the sky.
Boom!
Accompanied by huge waves, the giant ship steadily rode the waves of the East China Sea.
The rolling waves are like white silk spreading to both sides under the push of a loom.
"Coming."
The giant ship continued sailing under the spotlight.
Wu Rong, who was sitting cross-legged at the front of the deck, still had his eyes closed, relying on the magic weapon standing behind him, as if he was adjusting his breath or entering a state of concentration. It was still a time to recharge his batteries.
He will not leave the giant ship before July 15th, nor will he appear in the void of the domain.
"This...should we wake up Mr. Fu..."
The leader of the Xiangliu Clan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and seemed to be trembling with fear.
The sight that greeted him made him want to run away.
He didn't see those eyes and pressure when he went to Dongyue, but he saw them here.
Great sages are like clouds, saints are like rain.
Palaces and fortresses connect the city.
Throwing him into that pile doesn't look good at all.
"Yes, why do I feel that something is wrong with the formation..."
The leader of the Yingzhao tribe shrank back.
Yu Shen, who commanded the soldiers to dock, always looked calm and said calmly: "The master of the palace needs to recharge his batteries and no one is allowed to disturb him."
"They won't do anything to us. Don't be afraid. Even if we die here, it doesn't matter. We are enough to leave our names in the long history!"
Zhu Yan Tongbing remained calm and gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, if you are afraid of a ball, you will die! I have already put all my wealth and life at risk!"
"Arrived."
"Make a fire and cook!"
Thousands of armored soldiers were quietly deployed under the leadership of Wu Huoqi.
…
"Look, they even ate it."
"Really eaten?"
"These little cultivators are heartless and don't know what they are facing. Look at those saints, they are scared to the point of shaking their legs."
"..."
July fourteenth.
Negative.
breeze.
…
July 15th.
clear.
It's windy.
Flags move.
Shadows cover up.
A tall ghost appeared on the deck of the giant ship, and also appeared next to Wu Rong.
Tu Shanjun pinched his fingers.
Oval purple and black nail rhythm.
The voice of the magnetic sand was ethereal and said: "In the middle of the seventh month, the gate of ghosts opens, and the earthly officials come down to determine the good and evil in the world. The Taoist priests then chant sutras at night, and the hungry prisoners are also liberated."
Lean down.
Turned into a crazy ghost.
Wu Rong opened his eyes suddenly, and his big frosty eyes turned into yin and yang ghost eyes.
Slowly raise your palms.
A phantom ghost hand moved with him.
The moment he held the soul flag, his ghostly hand also tightened his grip.
boom!
The mysterious breath of the avenue turns into a demon that blocks the sun and covers the sky.
Wu Rong, whose mouth was full of fangs, looked at Daoying who had already stood up in the distance, and said hoarsely: "Stay away from strangers!"