Updated: 2012-12-07

After morning class, no one who had not cultivated true energy had no tasks. A group of white-branded rookies of the Dharma-gendered generation quickly returned to the monk's dormitory and rushed to practice hard. Only Zong Heng shook his arms and ran leisurely to the glazed tower located at Lianhua Peak - this nine-story pagoda is the inn of the Huohuan Room. There is a large transfer teleportation array on each pagoda.

It is not free to open the Great Movement Array for a shuttle trip. Every 100-mile teleportation distance, you have to bring your own spiritual sand to provide power source. In addition, you also need to pay equivalent tolls for import and export magic arrays. The market is 4,000 miles away from the Huohua Room. Logically speaking, a novice who has only been in the first three days can't afford a huge travel fee of 120 spiritual sand after selling his waist.

But who is Zong Heng? After he transferred the right to use the elite cave, he earned a total of 4,000 spiritual sand.

When he arrived at the market, the heads guarding the formation almost crushed their corneas.

This is the first time they have seen a small shrimp that has not even been opened up in the Qi Sea, and they have emerged from the teleportation array. You must know that in order to save money, many monks in the Foundation Establishment stage use to control spiritual birds and magic weapons to transport them.

Zong Heng didn't mind the shocked gazes around him, and walked into each store with ease. His generous work and poor level caused a big and small sensation in the market. Before he knew it, several greedy tails were sneaky and covered up behind the handsome boy.

After finishing the goods, Zong Heng grinned contempt behind him and came to the glass pagoda in the center of the market again. After giving the big gifts of spiritual sand, he stood on the magic circle with a ray of light and shadow as yellow cranes. He was so angry that several followers who were waiting to beat the stick and peel the pigs were almost vomiting blood.

"I heard that there is a peerless handsome guy in this generation of Fazi. Is it the beautiful boy just now?" Two Tou Tuo, who guarded the magic circle, coldly took back his sharp eyes from several famine thieves who were leaving. This was the market of Maha Wuliang Palace, but the people who came here to do business were mixed with dragons and snakes. If the handsome guy just now didn't need to pass the teleportation array, he would evaporate on earth if he couldn't leave ten miles.

"It should be him. I feel a little sorry for such a handsome young man to join our Maha Wuliang Palace. You haven't seen a few female cultivators meet him, and the expressions on their faces seem to be ovulating."

"Didn't the Fazi generation just survived the tribulation for only two or three days? Why is this junior brother still richer than you and me? Without blinking, he took more than two hundred pieces of spiritual sand from the treasure bag, and he had to pay more than one hundred more. Even if he was covered by his own mother, he shouldn't be so mean!"

"Yes, if we were going to the Liusha Villa, we would definitely be driving the flying needle to eat the wind and sand all the way. We would not be willing to waste many spiritual sands at once."

"It's really awesome for people to get so angry that we're having a little bit of awkward!"

There was another movement in the center of the teleportation array of Great Transfer. A group of black shadows of Wuyangyang appeared out of thin air in light, and the mountains enveloped two poor ghosts who were wailing.

There were seventeen or eighteen visitors, all of whom were bald heads with fragrant scars, dusty but energetic.

The two Tou Tuo who were guarding the magic circle were a little distracted at first, and glanced over lazily. This glance made them froze, and their faces turned pale.

Fuck the slut! Are these guys too big? There are fourteen foundation-building masters wearing scoop hats, and two Jindan masters wearing Banzha hats. The leading old man with long eyebrows is half as tender as a childish baby, and half as dry as an old crocodile. The one he wore on his head was actually a mountain hat, which was clearly the Dharma King of the Nascent Soul stage!

No genius treasures were revealed in the market of Maha Wuliang Palace. Which sect would organize such a large group to come here?

Not here to make trouble, right?

The two guarding the turrets didn't feel the same.

These people are also Buddhist practices, but they are definitely not Buddhist practices in Dongsheng Shenzhou, because the Buddhist practices in Dongzhou do not have scalds on their heads, nor do they wear cassocks.

This should be the custom of the Southern Continent.

Our Maha Wuliang Palace's hands are not that long, so it is impossible to have a holiday with such a distant monk fellow monks. Moreover, with a lineup of one Nascent Soul, two golden elixirs and fourteen foundation-building lines, it is a bit overestimated to come to Maha Wuliang Palace to cause trouble.

"Damn!" A sharp-eyed head Tuo looked up the other party's teleportation node and suddenly found that this group of people and horses had actually traveled here from the market of the Great Benefit Temple in Jujiuzhou - between the five islands in the East China Sea, but they were all separated by a vast ocean million miles away!

"Good, good!" The old Nascent Soul monster with a half-dried and half-loving mandarin duck face folded his hands and greeted the two poor people in a slight way. His head tilted slightly, and a master in the foundation-building stage immediately pointed out more than a thousand spirit stones from the treasure bag and handed over it.

"The ancient Buddha has disappeared with the shadow of the clouds, and the divine needle is still cold with the moonlight! You are polite." The two guarding the formation heads were shaking when they received such a large toll. Grandma, the turnover of the year was completed in one day today: "I wonder where you are in the fairyland, are you going to buy and buy the market for our Maha Wuliang Palace? Or are you going to stay in tin and place an order?"

“We just walked by the precious land…”

"Passing by?" The two Toutuo, who were guarding the formation, blinked their eyes, and felt very strange. The Five Islands of the East China Sea are an inconspicuous remote town in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and the Small Fozhou is even more in a corner in Donghai Wuyu. What are the reasons why you, a group of Buddhist practitioners from Nanzhan Continent, passed by here?

"The two of you, Lao Jia, helped us copy a map of Xiao Fozhou..." The foundation-building master who paid the money took out another wisdom bead and a piece of spiritual sand and handed it over: "If you can save money in other places, you can just mark the desert areas one by one."

"That's a waste of trouble. Our little Fozhou is just a desert." The two guards smiled happily, thinking that the money was too easy to make.

When they heard them say that the Little Fozhou was just a desert, a group of Buddhist cultivators who came from afar could not hide their faces, and they could not find anything they could find, and they could find a happy expression without any effort.

After seeing off these foreign monks, Dou Yuejiao, the chief manager of the market, slowly flew into the Glazed Pagoda with a flying needle. The powerful force just now overflowed, and it was hard not to attract his attention.

After a routine investigation, I found that the group of Buddhist practitioners from other places had copied a map of the Chanjuan Desert and shuttled to the market of Lanruo Temple. Although Dou Yuejiao was a little puzzled, she did not think too much about it.

If you change the foundation building period here, you must have noticed something wrong.

But he is just an outer elite at the seventh level of Qi Refining. There is some inside story about Maha Wuliang Palace, and he is not qualified to know it.

"Damn it, since I discovered the Spirit Gourd Realm, Lanruo Temple's friendship has become more and more extensive, and they have all been hooked up with Buddhist cultivators in the Nanzhan Continent!"

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The Liusha Villa is an important stronghold located by the Maha Wuliang Palace on the edge of the Chanjuan Desert. Zong Heng came here, of course, not as simple as he said to the host of the villa. Everything he had allowed to go out was nonsense. His treasure bag contained three pairs of newly purchased lotus silk sliver bushings. Of course, he went to the Gupta Grottoes in the Chanjuan Desert, opened the time and space tunnel through the road mark, entered the Giant Spirit Realm, and ate all the residue left in the three Dharma Xiang Qingyun in the Banana Valley!

If you tell others this, no one would believe it. A cultivation novice who has not even opened up a sea of ​​qi and has no real energy in his body wants to open the time and space tunnel? What should I do to open it?

What else can I use? Of course, I use the forbidden formation!

Why did Zong Heng go to the market to buy the Five Elements Spiritual Flag, Seven Star Cinnabar, Moro Golden Paint, and Flower Brush? These things are all necessary equipment for setting up restrictions! The reason why the prohibition formation is called Qimen Dunjia is that it is a clever and intelligent guide, which can borrow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for me to use, and it can achieve a huge effect of making a big difference!

It must be admitted that the prohibited formation is almost the most complicated and complicated knowledge in the cultivation world. If you have a slight difference, you will be a thousand miles away. If you don’t have decades of water grinding skills and talent, you can basically not get started. Amateurs like Zong Heng who have just entered the cultivation world, not to mention being involved in the cultivation world, even thinking about it is a sin.

If it were before, Zong Heng would definitely be powerless. But now, the forbidden formation is his specialty.

This used to refer to him in his previous life.

In his previous life, his secular name was also Zongheng, and his magic name was also Faming. Because he possessed the outstanding talent of pushing the sage and watching the moon secret sword intent and Qimen Dunjia, he stood out soon after he entered the school and became the most eye-catching star of the Maha Wuliang Palace Dharma generation.

The most important understanding for cultivators, the Immortal Merchant, is so outstanding that the Rocket upgrade speed that has been promoted to the first level in one year has even won him a loud nickname of God's expansion! Even the Xiao Xitian Elders Group, which is not easy to see the Dharma, believes that he is very likely to break the historical record of Maha Wuliang Palace's Qi Refining and Promoting Foundation Building for 25 years and nine months!

However, after just three years, the seemingly bright future came to an end.

——The world of Jambudvipa ushered in the fifteenth Yuanhui disaster!

Overnight, Xiao Fozhou became the most terrifying and miserable ghost creature in the world. The countless creatures and the cultivation elites all died out in this catastrophe, and the jades sank together.

There were less than a hundred monks who finally escaped to Dongsheng Shenzhou safely in the five islands of the East China Sea!

And Zong Heng is the only survivor of Maha Wuliang Palace!

After five hundred years of wandering and countless times of life hanging on the thread, Zong Heng, the dog who lost his life, finally cultivated the Golden Elixir Stage to the Great Perfection Realm in a bumpy and bumpy manner. If he successfully survived the heavenly tribulation and promoted himself to the Nascent Soul, he would have the strength and qualification to reopen the mountain gate and recreate the Maha Wuliang Palace! But perhaps the pressure was too great and too heavy. Zong Heng, who had lost his mind, finally turned into ashes in the sky in the thunder tribulation, and his soul was destroyed.

At the moment when he was zero distance from death, Zong Heng had no fear, no despair, only a faint regret.

From then on, no one in the world of Jambudvipa knew that there was a Buddhist sect named Maha Wuliang Palace in the world. No one knew that a Buddhist sect with the Dharma name Dharma Ming had come, seen, loved, hated, delusion, struggle, battle, and failure.

"How great would it be if God could make me do it again..." This was the last thought that Zong Heng had passed through his mind. Then he was terrified to find that he was actually sitting in a magnificent Buddhist temple, surrounded by densely packed teenagers, and melodious Buddhist chants came from his ears. With his eyes at his fingertips, the expression of the elder Xiwuwei's joyful but majestic.

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