After taking a breath, he sighed: "Including me, there seem to be a total of three thousand and one people in the palace!"
"More than ninety percent of people are empty shells and ashes..."
"Even so, those empty shells and ashes are still alive..."
"I don't know if it's the old god or the mathematical clock!"
Thinking about this, Xu Ji knew that that ancient Taoist palace most likely played a decisive role in this mythical world.
It may even be the reason why the old immortal became the Taoist ancestor.
"Even Sanqing is under the sect... Could it be that the master of the palace is... the legendary Pangu?" Xu Ji wondered.
Of course, these doubts are not important.
For Xu Ji, the biggest gain from this study was that he learned the subtleties and mysteries of the fighting techniques of powerful giants.
Although, I didn’t learn much.
But, it’s better than relying on Dao Ancestor’s magical power and forcefully doing everything in the past!
I was thinking of going to find Meng Bai and give him the drawings of the clock and the pendulum clock I brought.
Let the craftsmen of China try to make it.
Xu Ji's fingers suddenly pinched.
The pupils of his eyes rotated at this moment.
At this moment, he could even 'see' his pupils from a third perspective.
Two green lotuses replaced the eyes in the eye sockets.
Lotus blossoms, lightning and thunder.
So, he saw a simple, solemn, sacred and solemn Buddhist temple.
In the temple, there is a Buddha lying high.
In front of the Buddha, the woman holding the sword looked at the Buddha in front of her with great vigilance.
Opposite this woman, there is a solemn Bodhisattva, who seems to have evil intentions.
Don't ask why Xu Ji can distinguish between Buddha and Bodhisattva.
He just knows!
Moreover, when he saw the Buddha and Bodhisattva, the soap-black divine sword in Xu Ji's hand jumped slightly.
The divine sword has spirit, so the killing intent is boiling!
Judging from the reaction of the divine sword, the Buddha and Bodhisattva are both enemies that this treasure wants to kill quickly!
And the woman holding the sword...
Xu Ji's feeling is very subtle.
Some are like the 'Hanzhixian' who visited him a few days ago.
Vaguely, it looks like he is a disciple of an old god.
But it's not quite the same.
This subtle feeling is difficult to describe.
Just like at this moment, he seemed to see through thousands of mountains and rivers at a glance, and directly saw the inside of the Buddhist temple who didn't know how far away.
And, nothing seems stagnant.
The white Bodhisattva put his hands together and said something.
Under Xu Ji's gaze, he seemed to pick up something.
A colorful orb with flowing fireflies.
The moment I saw the orb.
Xu Ji's fingers twitched.
Somehow, he knew that the orb was the relic!
In front of his eyes, a sword light flashed, falling straight into the distance.
Xu Ji knew it and thought about it.
"It turns out it's him!"
When he and the old god changed for the first time, he had a vague feeling that someone was spying on him. At that time, he was so panicked when he first came to the treasure land that he drew his sword and instinctively gave a warning.
All this time, he thought that he was just warning the snoopers.
But now, he knows.
With one sword strike that day, those who spied on him were already wiped out by the sword!
All that's left is the jewel in front of you!
Cause and effect are intertwined.
Countless lines appeared in Xu Ji's eyes.
Even though the orb is a dead thing!
However, there are countless connections with the woman holding the sword.
Many lines stretched out, intertwining with the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas.
For ordinary people, even if they can see these lines of cause and effect, it is difficult to understand their meaning.
But Xu Ji only took one look, and under the eyes of Daozu, all the causes and consequences could not be concealed!
"They are using that relic to frame that woman!"
Xu Ji immediately understood that the relic was a trap.
As long as that suspected old god's disciple falls into the trap, he may be doomed!
"Hmph!" Xu Ji immediately grasped the hilt of the soap-black divine sword.
Although he is not from the mythical world.
But I have also read a lot of novels.
Therefore, we know that if a disciple in that sect is killed and the elders turn a blind eye, the sect will probably take jujube pills.
What's more, in this mythical world, human affairs seem to be closely related to Taozu.
Therefore, he just thought about it.
Then he drew out the soap-black divine sword.
The next moment, the sword light slashed down.
…
In the Vulture Palace.
Ran Deng suddenly felt uneasy.
The coffin buried in Lingjiu Mountain is also warning at this moment.
Danger!
fierce!
He raised his head suddenly, and the twenty-four heavens completely rose.
Protect the entire Lingjiu Mountain!
However, the twenty-four heavens have just risen.
Then there was a sword light slashing down.
A sword comes from the west without trace or trace, without cause or effect.
Indefensible and unpredictable.
This is……
Heavenly Sword!
Cut off the leader!
White Lotus Bodhisattva also raised his head in fear at the moment when the twenty-four heavens rose.
He saw the shadow of Qingping Sword falling straight above his head.
It’s just for him!
White Lotus Bodhisattva was immediately horrified!
The sword light struck the twenty-four heavens where the burning lanterns were rising, like cutting through mud and snow.
The glory of the twenty-four heavens has quietly dimmed!
"Burn the lamp!" White Lotus Bodhisattva cursed in his heart.
He knew that Ran Deng fell under the light of the sword, and after discovering that the target was him, he no longer used his life, but only symbolically 'blocked him'.
This is for him to die!
But at this moment, Bai Lian's Zen mind and the Buddha's bones were all covered and locked by the Qing Ping Sword.
The bone-piercing ice of death rises from the heart of the Tao.
If Qing Ping dies under the sword, he will surely be wiped out in ashes!
thump!
White Lotus Bodhisattva immediately knelt down, revealed his body as a boy, and shouted: "Master, forgive me! Master, forgive me! Master, spare my life!"
You will definitely retaliate against the leader.
Fierce as fire, Lingbao Tianzun!
Under the light of the sword, how could the boy Bailian not know the cause of his death?
Just now, how dare he! How dare he! Threaten the only two disciples who are now at ease in front of the Saint of Jiejiao!
What's more important is that she is still a female disciple!
Who doesn’t know! Who doesn’t know!
The saint who taught Jiejiao loved his female disciple the most in his life!
Damn it! Damn it!
Who said that Our Lady of Wudang had already left Jiejiao?
Who said that Master Jie had already ignored her?
Even if it's true, so what!
How can the maverick leader Jie be bullied by the younger generation?
At the moment of life and death, Bai Lian looked pitifully towards Our Lady of Wudang, wanting to ask for mercy!
I beg the saint to show you your noble hand.
This is his only chance of survival.
However, what he saw was the Holy Mother of Wudang. She bowed Yingying and kowtowed with her long body: "Disciple Wudang, I respectfully send greetings to the teacher!"
But there was not a word, not a word of mercy.
The Holy Mother's body trembled up and down, and tears fell in large drops from her eyes.
"Teacher... didn't give up on me!"
"He still considers me his disciple!"
At this moment, I don’t have the heart to be a Holy Mother, I only have gratitude!
My mentor, regardless of all the things she had done in the past, was magnanimous. Even after knowing who she was, he was still willing to recognize her as his disciple, and he was still willing to admit that she was a disciple of Jie Jiao.
He even did not hesitate to draw his sword and cut down the West.
You have to stand up for her, and you have to vent your anger for her!
