Signing Into Immortal Martial World

"I shouldn't send Xuanji to be the supervisor. He is too anxious, and he always wants to do everything in one go."

The current head of the Zixiao Palace, Xing Chenzi, stood up, shook his head and said:

"The first royal prince of the great Zhou Dynasty is a Sanqi nobleman, and his life path cannot be reflected."

"The second is the appearance of the true dragon. The more the wind and thunder are surging, the more calamity is added, the easier it is to take advantage of the situation."

"When the two are added together, Xuanji's innate arithmetic is completely useless."

The old way was sorrowful, and his fingers moved the pool.

Borrowing the Qi machine of Wanxiang Baojing, mirror Yin Xuanji's life trajectory.

"Xuanji should have inherited the Zixiao Palace Headmaster, and is expected to take the seat of the world's first Dao."

"It's a pity, I died in Xishan early."

Xingchenzi's eyes flickered, his face showed sorrow, and he said in a deep voice:

"That killing game seemed to be foolproof, but in fact it was very variable."

"Either, he, Xie Wuchang Deng Du, Sha Wang Mo Xuyan and others, can slaughter the true dragon."

"Either, I'm stuck in the ground and buried my life."

It has been several days since the battle of Tianjing Xishan.

The six holy places received the news the next day, and the aura of the message was flying all over the sky, shuttled through the void, and never stopped.

Among them, the most shocked and the most intense reaction.

There is nothing more like the Zixiao Palace and the Six Demon Gates that have broken two generations of masters.

The former is without the contemporary son, and the master teaches the true biography.

For the latter, only the Innate Grand Master filled in eight.

Even for the Holy Land, this is an extremely heavy loss.

"You saw Xuanji in the first place, and you chose it as the true biography, because you think he is high-spirited, but he doesn't recognize his fate, and has a clear heart."

The old Dao sighed deeply, looked at the withered golden lotus, and said helplessly:

"But who knows about the general changes, the shift of vitality, the unpredictable will of heaven, and the emergence of a real dragon."

"After Xishan's besieged and killed, the great prince of Zhou was even more unstoppable."

He reached out his hand to fiddle with the quiet pool of that side, rippling circles.

Countless illusory trajectories, like lines intertwined, form a mess.

The waves gleamed, reflecting the fragmented picture.

"Nine-Five, the flying dragon is in the sky."

Suddenly, the thin and old-fashioned back buckled down, as if his energy had been drained, and his figure shook suddenly.

"Sure enough, the prince of the Great Zhou has already risen, and the emperor star is on the throne, like a dragon in nine days."

"Qiyun has reached its peak, and there is no sign of decline."

Xing Chenzi hurriedly stepped forward, assisting and spying on the master, whose lifespan was impaired.

Seeing the many trajectories reflected by the Wanxiang treasure mirror, his face was like pig iron, and his voice was like a cold current:

"If this is the case, why should Zixiao Palace go to compete with Zhao Mu again? Even if he cultivates into a martial arts immortal, he will only dominate the world for five hundred years."

"Mount Xumi and Shangyin Academy have stepped on our heads for a thousand years, so why not endure it again!"

The thin old man with black robe and white hair trembled, and his backhand grabbed his apprentice.

A pair of dim eyes, like two faint ghosts, looked straight at the stars.

He seemed to squeeze a voice from his throat, hoarsely said:

"If Xuanji hasn't had an accident before, it doesn't matter if Zixiao Palace continues to work as a tortoise."

"Anyway, the six sacred places are all prosperous, and all lost."

"The magic gate missed, the Zixiao Palace smashed into the sand, the monks of Mount Sumeru, the poor of the Shangyin Academy, they always come to clean up the mess."

"Ke Xuanji died, and the last luck entrusted to him was gone."

In the thin and old tone, there is a sense of determination.

As if there is no retreat, gamblers who are about to lose all their wealth.

Xing Chenzi was stunned for a moment. He had never seen such an expression of a calm master in the face of major events.

According to what he thought, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was as powerful as a rainbow, and his luck was prosperous.

Naturally, we must avoid the edge and make other plans.

For example, they are connected vertically and horizontally.

To talk about Da Chu and Da Yu, it is best to add Yuan Meng.

The tripartite siege, condensed the general trend, weakened the fortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Then, when Zhao Mu's fate is weak, things will be reversed.

Then contact the holy land master to kill it.

"What the Nine Golden Lotus of Qi Luck represents is the survival and future of Zixiao Palace."

"Withered Badou, the orthodoxy is in danger of overturning."

"Even the last one can't be kept. That means that the Qi Luck and Qi amount accumulated over ten thousand years in Zixiao Palace has been consumed to the point."

"If you don't stop the Great Zhou Zhenlong, you, me, and the disciples under him, I'm afraid it will be difficult to keep."

The thin and old Dao's face was ruthless, and there was no trace of the air of celestial spirit.

His whole life's hard work is tied to innate arithmetic, the way of qi circulation.

Therefore, it is more profound than Xingchenzi to understand what prosperity must decline, and the calamity is inevitable.

The prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty is "Ninth Five-Year Plan, the Flying Dragon is in the Sky".

But Zixiao Palace has become "the dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is mysterious and yellow."

Only by fighting back and trying to break the game can we seize the first opportunity.

"On the day of ascending to the throne, Zhao Mu's luck was the most unprecedented. At the peak, the flying dragon was in the sky, unstoppable."

The lean old way consumes a few life dollars, and barely finds a road to risk from the countless complex and changeable trajectories.

"The emperor of martial arts, the dragon is added to the body, and the hearts of all people are tied to him."

"As the saying goes, things must be counterproductive."

"At that time, I will open Lei Chi... Now that everyone in the world says that he is a descendant of the Emperor Yuan, the Son of Destiny who came into being after tens of thousands of years?"

"That's good! How the Yuan Emperor died, I will do the same again!"

Xing Chenzi opened his mouth and subconsciously discouraged him:

"Master, Lei Chi cannot be moved lightly."

"It requires at least one hundred people, fifty people for qi training, and twenty people for dragon elephants to open it once, and it takes countless qi, blood, and spirits to be able to achieve one moment or three.

"If it fails, the Zixiao Palace will not only be severely injured, but will not even have the last trace of life."

As the head teacher, he naturally knows what Lei Chi is.

The Taoism inherited by the Zixiao Palace is one of the three religions, the Taoist ancestral court.

The core of it is the method of Cardinal Thunder of "Going up to the heavens and going to the earth for a million".

The background is so profound that ordinary people can hardly imagine it.

It was just for some reason that the patriarchs of the Zixiao Palace were not willing to use it lightly.

"This is a risky move. If there is no way out, I don't want to."

The thin and old mind is determined, UU reading www.uukanshu.com ordered:

"Repair the book in other sacred places, don't delay any longer, and give the prince of the Great Zhou time to grow up."

"In addition, the Demon Sect has died so many innate great masters, and discussed with them privately to unblock the Ten Thousand Demon Caverns."

Xingchenzi's heart was beating wildly, as if he couldn't believe it.

Ten Thousand Demon Cave?

What did Master see in the Vientiane Mirror?

Will make such a decision!

"Now it's the autumn of survival and death, so I can't care about anything else."

"Go and do it, and if you keep going, the Holy Land will be completely unable to control the Great Zhou Zhenlong."

The thin and old Daoist is in a dispirited mood, and he doesn't want to make this risky move.

There is no way.

The prince of the Great Zhou obviously had the heart to unify the Divine State and establish a dynasty.

The obstacles that stand in front of you are the first family members, the second is the gangs, and the third is the heroes of the nations.

In the final analysis, there is actually only one enemy.

That is the six holy places that have been passed down for thousands of years and are actually the world's co-lord.

"Zhao Mu wants to follow the way of the emperor, and we are the way to replace the sky."

The thin old man sat up straight with difficulty, his words murderous.

"This is a Taoist dispute! There is no room for change! Only immortality!"

Xing Chenzi's pupils shrank as if shocked by the coldness in Master's eyes.

Realizing that the situation is critical, he put aside his concerns and nodded silently.

In any case, the Zixiao Palace must keep the orthodoxy.

Thunder strikes the six holy grounds, may it not be able to suppress that lucky big Zhou Zhenlong?