Mingxuantian, which means Mingjing Gaoxuan, sounds like the name tends to the cultivator camp.
This is the garrison of Old Man Mojing, and it is also one of the twenty-one secret realms under the command of the Son of Fortune.
Practitioners here mostly use mirror magic weapons, probably because raw materials can be found everywhere in the secret realm.
The ores, hardware, crystals, etc. in the mountains are different from the roughness in the human world. They are smooth on any side and can be used with a little polishing. Clouds often condense on the water surface and become mirrors when they fall to the ground, reporting the best material for the magic weapon.
The natural environment here was a unique wonderland for Old Man Mo Jing. He plunged into it and refused to leave.
On this day, the old man grinding the mirror was finding a good piece of material and was about to grind it carefully when he was suddenly summoned.
This time is different from usual, targeting all places in the twenty-one secret realms of the subordinates.
The sons of fate, the Shanhua siblings, are now going to exert their power under their command.
Needless to say, the target must be the Buddhist Sangha.
Because in the whole world, except for those without hair, there is no other target who can receive such grand treatment.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
On the way, Old Man Mo Jing met Huo Fengjun and other Master Gao Tian, and knew that the son of Qi Yun had spent a lot of money.
In normal battles, at most a few similar characters would take part, but now they all came together.
After seeing countless figures, standing in the Litian passage, ready to go, these are the elites of the major secret realms.
"Old man grinding the mirror, you have waited for this day."
Lord Huo Feng said to the old man Mo Jing, a simple sentence contains infinite meanings.
This attack on the Buddhist Sangha clearly shows that the Son of Fortune is under great pressure.
Because a big event happened recently, Wufa has four more secret realms under his command. Two of them are from practitioners who have made trouble in school and from ghosts respectively. The remaining two are from the son of luck, Mo.
Betrayal.
"I heard it was Changli Tian and Wuluotian, and those two were quick to see the opportunity."
Lord Huo Feng mentioned the two defected colleagues without any hint of hatred, but with a bit of ridicule in his tone.
Although there are only four secret realm days, it is a sign of extreme danger, and the uninitiated will start poaching.
Thinking back to those days, when the Son of Destiny first rose up, he also used one or two secret realms to exert his power, and in an instant he was out of control.
Today, the Buddhist Sangha is also copying their path. Can this be tolerated?
"Kill the bald dog."
All the senior officials were present, Mingshan and Hua Ling, without saying a word, just shouted slogans.
The bald dog generally refers to the practitioners in the Sangha who are ordained and call themselves monks. It also specifically refers to the founder of the trend of hairless people.
The old man Mojing, also known as Wang Fu, looked at everything in front of him and felt absurd in his heart. Is this a business war?
Two companies that are still in the entrepreneurial stage are now competing for the market and starting a bloody battle!
With an order, all members of the Twenty-One Secret Realm Heavens began to mobilize.
The old man Mojing led Ming Xuantian's army and merged into the team in a mighty manner.
"Master, the enemy is coming."
In a courtyard covered with fine sand, Wufa sat on the steps, Bushehou and others sat on the ground, just listening quietly.
Looking closely, there are many new faces in the sangha, for example, a young child with short arms and short legs, plump and cute, sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at his toes in ecstasy.
There is also a natural heterogeneous species that is more than ten feet tall, with long hands and long legs, skinny as a stick, and its ears hang down on its shoulders.
A ball of white hair is shaped like a rolling ball, but it has five facial features and seven orifices. If you look carefully, you can see that it is an old man as short as a Confucian scholar. His beard and hair are all white, and his whole body can be retracted into the snow-white beard.
These strangers were all ranked in front of the Unforgiving Marquis, and they were listening to the Wufa people.
After a few croaks, a pitch-black crow landed on the shoulder of the hairless man, "The Son of Luck is here to kill him."
The hairless man opened his eyes and saw that each eyeball had four holes hidden in it.
At every moment, if the child's hole is magnified countless times, one can see the land of Cang Palace, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, as well as countless creatures in it.
Changli Tian, Wulu Tian? The four secret heavens that took refuge in Wufa are now refined into his eyes and become a child's hole.
Word by word, after reading the scripture, Wufa sighed and said, "Misfortune is coming from the sky."
But the crow croaked, "The soldiers are coming to block the water and cover up the soil. The master has a lot of talents, just in time to subdue the two evil dragons."
"That's wrong."
The hairless man turned to look at the crow, "You have served me for many years and have been loyal and sincere, so I will give you a good piece of clothing."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed, and the dark feathers on the crow's body fell inch by inch, replaced by bright light, which gradually deposited into gorgeous feathers and tail feathers, with five colors flowing and colorful.
In the blink of an eye, the crow turned into a peacock, dragging its long tail feathers and lowering its head to comb the silky down.
Among the crowd, Gao Tianshi, who was originally guarding Changlitian and Wuluotian, looked up in reverence, his eyes full of madmen.
After entering Buddhism, you realize that yesterday was not what you are today, and you are what you are today. Only by following the master can you have an infinitely bright future.
As for the children of luck, evil spirits and outsiders disdain to associate with them.
"Huhu."
The sound of snoring sounded, and it turned out that the fat baby was asleep. His fat hands were spread out, and the two big vermilion characters "人" and "福" were revealed on the palms of the hands.
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After the death of Hua Xianren, another seat was vacated. Not long after the good news, the Buddhist Sangha and the Sons of Destiny started a war.
In the human world, standing in the vast land and looking towards Cang Palace, a magnificent scene is before your eyes.
The Cang Palace is so big that the sun and moon are hidden, but the outlines of huge celestial bodies emerge, crowded and overlapping.
These huge outlines are often irregular shapes. The clods made by children playing with mud are more regular than this.
However, each outline occupied the Cang Palace, directly squeezing the sun, moon and stars into nowhere.
No matter day or night, the outline of the sky is arranged vertically and horizontally. During the day, it is a dull mark, and at night, it becomes a faintly glowing light source.
There are no more or less outlines, there are exactly twenty-one, corresponding to the number of Secret Realm Heavens under the command of the Son of Destiny.
That's right, the huge celestial body across the sky is the secret sky.
The Son of Luck really spent a lot of money this time. In addition to sending out all his men, he even moved to the secret realm.
Huge pressure came from the secret realm in the sky and was immediately transmitted to the Buddhist monks. Buddhist believers from all over the world directly endured hostility, unabashed hostility.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! On the side of the Son of Destiny, the battle has been set to destroy the Buddhist Sangha.
Countless practitioners flew out from the secret realm, looking for Buddhist believers from the bottom to eliminate them.
The strategy is initially obvious, starting from the smallest details, cutting down the foundation of the Buddhist Sangha, and finally killing the uninitiated and a group of followers.
The Shanhua siblings snatched food from the tiger's mouth and robbed twenty-one secret heavens from the spiritual sect and the ghost tribe of the ten directions. They have never been kind people. "Kill the bald dogs and leave no one behind."
Hua Ling thought about the scene in the mirror of Old Man Mojing, where she was trampled under his feet. Her chest was filled with joy and she wished she could kill someone.
This time, no matter what you say, you can’t let the Wufa go.
In Yunzhong Taoist Palace, on the tops of tall buildings, practitioners with fluttering clothes stood looking at the vast world below.
Various Dharma Eyes and Heavenly Eyes cast beams of light to keep an eye on the fighting situation.
The launch of the Sons of Destiny and the Buddhist Sangha can be said to have stirred up a thousand waves at once.
These two companies are both rising stars, threatening the dualistic opposition between practitioners and ghosts.
Although most practitioners don't take it seriously, the higher-ups know that the two are powerful enemies.
Throughout history, there are some behemoths that did not develop from the twilight stage of the old era.
Not to mention it far away, I think back then the Four Imperial Schools were at their peak, and so were the Three Pure Ones and Five Emperors.
"After collecting all the information within seven days, uncle will send it to Master Fu Tian and Master Sikong."
Not long after, a cultivator came down from the roof of the hall to summarize the news and report it.
Yunzhong Dao Palace seems to be keeping a low profile during this period, but in fact it is paying attention to the actions of these two parties and analyzing them one by one.
Therefore, under the calm appearance, Yunzhong Dao Palace was very busy.
Fu Ruyi and Sikong Qixuan, after receiving the usual summary of information, did not start to analyze it, but looked into the depths of the Dao Palace.
"Should we start?"
"Yes, could there be a better time than now?"
Deep in the Dao Palace, in front of the master of the Dao Palace, stood the three palace masters Taiqing, Yuqing and Shangqing, as well as almost all the Gaotian Masters of the Yunzhong Dao Palace, even Yunyang Lao Dao was among them.
"Everyone, the opportunity has come."
The master of the Dao Palace said loudly, "When the battle begins, the son of luck will have no time to care about others. It is a good opportunity to become an immortal."
That's right, the two rising stars are now fighting each other with no time to separate themselves, it's a God-given opportunity.
Moreover, the death of Immortal Hua directly doubled his status.
Originally, all parties were competing for the only opportunity. Now there are two opportunities. The fierceness of the competition has been greatly reduced, and the success rate shared by each competitor has also been greatly improved.
The master of the Taoist Palace was glowing red, obviously determined that great things would happen.
According to the internal decision of the Yunzhong Dao Palace, this time the master of the Dao Palace will be promoted to immortality, and one will compete with the other two.
As for Yunyang Old Taoist, he is now a foreign aid. Except for the master of Dao Palace and the master of Taiqing Palace, no one knows that he is now Gao Tianshi, and they think that he is still a loose immortal.
The tall stone statue dropped stones, revealing its flesh and blood. It suddenly transformed from a stone statue into a living person. It opened its bright eyes and "the personality finally appeared."
"After all these years, I only have the last breath left."
Beside a tidal flat somewhere, beneath a large mass of green algae, a small mountain-like turtle shell stuck out of its head. It turned out to be the head of an old man with gray hair.
He squinted at the sky, passing through the twenty-one secret realms, and saw something deeper and far away.
"God has mercy on me. I finally waited for this moment before my life was over."
The emergence of the two personalities directly exploded many ancient beings. They have been lingering until now, and finally waited for the opportunity.
The personality of gods is not worth mentioning for some beings, but for most cultivators and ghosts, it is a life-saving thing and the key to escape from this catastrophe of annihilation by gods and ghosts.