Ming hangs in the sky, and is used as a mirror hanging high, and when you hear the name, you tend to be in the camp of practitioners.

This is the guarding place of the old man Mojing, and it is also one of the twenty-one secret realms under the command of the son of Qiyun.

Most practitioners here use mirror magic weapons as the main reason. Is it possible that raw materials can be seen everywhere in the secret realm.

Mountain ore, hardware, crystal, etc. are different from the roughness of the world. Any side of it is smooth and can be used after a little polishing. Sometimes the clouds on the water surface condense, fall to the ground to form a mirror, and report the best magic weapon embryo.

This natural environment is the unique fairyland of the old man Mojing. He plunged in and was reluctant to leave.

On this day, the old man grinding the mirror was finding a piece of good material and was about to grind it carefully when he suddenly received the call.

This time, it was different from usual, targeting all the places in the twenty-one secret realm of subordinates.

The son of luck, Shanhua, siblings, are now going to take up all their forces.

Without further questions, the target must be the Buddhist monks.

Because in the world, except for those who have no birth, there is no second goal to be such a grand treatment.

"Brush!"

The old man grinding the mirror met Huo Fengjun and other Gao Tianshi masters on the way, and knew that the son of luck had invested a lot.

In the past, when fighting, at most, a few similar characters took action, and now they all came.

Seeing countless figures, standing in the passage of the sky, ready to go, these are all elites of the major secret realms.

"Old man grinding the mirror, it's time to wait for this day."

Huo Fengjun said to the old man grinding the mirror, "In a simple sentence, it contains infinite meanings."

This time, the attack on the Buddhist monks shows that the son of luck is under great pressure.

Because a major incident happened recently, under the command of the unfamiliar world, there were four additional secret realms and heavenly refugees. Two of them were obtained from the practitioners and ghosts who had made up their studies and the remaining two were the sons of luck, Moxiao and the water.

"I heard that it was Changli Tian and Wulu Tian, ​​those two people were quick to see the opportunity."

Huo Fengjun mentioned two defected colleagues, but he did not feel hatred, but his tone was a bit ridiculous.

Although there are only four secret realms, it is an extremely dangerous signal, and no-sends have begun to poach.

Looking back at that time, the son of luck had just risen, and he also used one or two secret realms to exert force, and it was out of control in an instant.

Nowadays, Buddhist monks are also copying their paths. Can they endure it?

"Kill the bald dog."

All the senior management arrived, Mingshan and Hua Ling, without saying a word, called the slogan.

Bald dogs generally refer to practitioners in the monastic community, who become monks and call themselves monks, and also refer to the founder of the trend of "no hair".

The old man grinding the mirror, also known as Wang Fu, looked at everything in front of him and felt a sense of absurdity in his heart. Is this a business war?

The two companies that are still in the entrepreneurship stage are now competing for the market and starting a bloody battle!

With a command, all members of the twenty-one secret realm began to launch.

The old man Mo Jing led the Ming Xuantian Army and joined the team in a mighty manner.

"Master, the enemy is here."

In a courtyard covered with fine sand, the hairless person sat on the steps, and the Bushehou and others sat on the ground, listening quietly.

It seems that there are many new faces in the monastic community, such as a young child with short arms and short legs, fat and cute, sitting cross-legged on the ground like a decent look, looking at his toes and jumping.

There are also natural aliens who are more than ten feet tall, with long hands and feet, thin as firewood, and ears looming on their shoulders.

A ball of white hair is like a rolling ball, but it has its facial features and seven orifices. Looking closely, it is a short old man as short as a scholar, with all his beards and hair, and his whole body can be retracted into his snow-white beard.

These strange people are ranked in front of the Forbidden Marquis and listen to the non-historing person.

After a few croaks, a black crow fell on the shoulders of the hairless person, "The son of luck is here to kill him."

The hairless person opened his eyes, but saw that there were four child holes hidden in each eyeball.

Every moment, if the boy's hole is magnified countless times, you can see the land of the Cang Palace, mountains, rivers, lakes, and countless creatures in it.

Changli Tian, ​​Wulu Tian? The four secret realms that defected to the Wuhai Ren are now refined into his eyes and become a child Kong.

Those who have no hair say a word and say a word, after reciting the scriptures, they sighed, "Disaster comes from heaven."

The crow croaked, "The soldiers come and the generals block the water and the soil, and the masters and talents are all there, and they just happen to conquer the two evil dragons."

"This is a bad statement."

The hairless man turned his head and looked at the crow, "You have served me for many years and have been loyal and sincere. I will give you a good dress."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and the black feathers on the crow fell in an inch by inch, replaced by a dazzling light, gradually depositing into gorgeous feathers and tail feathers, flowing in five colors and colorful.

In the blink of an eye, the crow turned into a peacock, dragging its long tail feathers, and lowering its head to combed its silky fluff.

Among the crowd, the guard Gao Tianshi, who was originally Changli Tian and Wuluotian, looked up with a madman.

Only when you enter Buddhism can you realize that yesterday is not the case, today is the case, and only when you follow the master can you have an infinite bright future.

As for the son of luck, the evil demon and heretics, he disdained to join him.

“Huhu.”

The snoring sounded, and it turned out that the fat baby was asleep. The fat hands were spread out, and two large vermilion red characters "生" and "天" were exposed in the palms.

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After Hua Xianren fell, another seat was vacant. Not long after the good news, the Buddhist monks and the son of luck started a war.

In the world, standing in the vast earth and looking at the Cang Palace, a magnificent scene is in front of you

The Cang Palace is so big that the sun and the moon disappear, but huge celestial contours appear, crowded and overlapping.

These huge outlines are often irregular figures, and the blocks of soil made by children playing with mud are more regular than this one

However, one outline of the contour occupies the Cang Palace, directly squeezing the sun, moon and stars to an unknown place.

Regardless of day and night, the outline of the sky is scattered vertically and horizontally. The sun is a faint mark, and the night becomes a vaguely glowing light source.

These outlines are not too many, but there are exactly twenty-one, which corresponds to the number of secret realms under the son of Qiyun.

That's right, the huge celestial body lies in the sky, the secret realm sky.

The son of luck has really invested a lot of money. In addition to all his subordinates, he even moved the secret realm sky.

The huge pressure came from Tianchuan, a secret realm in the air, and was immediately passed on to the Buddhist monks. Buddhist believers from all walks of life directly endured it. Hostility, unconcealed hostility.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The son of Qilu has already set up a clear formation and will destroy the Buddhist monks.

From the secret realm, countless meticulous practitioners flew out from the bottom to find Buddhist believers to destroy them.

The strategy has been initially obvious. Starting from the details, we cut down the foundation of Buddhist monks and finally kill those who have no skills and followers.

Shanhua siblings snatched food from the tiger's mouth, and snatched twenty-one secret realms from the hands of the cultivation sect and the ghosts in the ten directions. They were never good people. "Kill the bald dog, and don't leave any one."

Hua Ling thought about the scene in the mirror of the old man grinding the mirror, but he was stepped on by the other party, and his heart was filled with joy and wished he could kill someone.

This time, I can’t let anyone without a haircut say nothing.

In the Yunzhong Dao Palace, on the tops of high-rise buildings and halls, there were practitioners with fluttering clothes standing, looking at the vast world below.

Various magic eyes and sky eyes cast beams of light, always paying attention to the battle situation.

The son of fortune and the Buddhist monks carried out the development, which caused a lot of waves.

Both schools are rising stars, threatening the binary opposition between practitioners and ghosts.

Although most practitioners and ghosts do not agree with each other, the senior management knows that both are strong enemies.

Throughout history, what are the behemoths that have not developed from the minor stages of the old era.

Not to mention the distant past, I remember that the four imperial schools were at their peak, and the Three Pure Ones also emerged in this way.

"The news was collected within seven days, and the uncle sent it to the Fu Tianshi and Sikong Tianshi."

Soon, a practitioner walked down from the top of the hall and summarized the news and reported it.

Yunzhong Daogong seemed to be low-key during this period, but in fact, he was paying attention to the actions of these two parties and analyzing them one by one.

Therefore, under the calm appearance, the Yunzhongdao Palace was busy.

Fu Ruyi and Sikong Kuixuan did not start analyzing the news they were usually summarized, but looked deep in the Taoist Palace.

"Should it start?"

"Good, can there be a better opportunity than now?"

Deep in the Taoist Palace, in front of the Taoist Palace Master, there were three hall masters, Taiqing, Yuqing and Shangqing, as well as almost all the Gaotian Masters of the Yunzhong Taoist Palace, and even the old Taoist Yunyang was among them.

"Everyone, the opportunity is here."

The master of the Tao Palace said loudly, "When the battle comes, the son of luck, those who have no luck have no time to take care of others, is a good opportunity to ascend to immortality."

Yes, the two rising stars are now fighting for nothing, and they are a good opportunity.

Moreover, the fall of Huaxian directly doubled the person.

Originally, they were fighting for the only opportunity from all directions, but now there are two opportunities. The fierceness of the competition has been greatly reduced, and the success rate of each competitor has also increased significantly.
To be continued...