Signing Into Immortal Martial World

　　 The front and back Nine Palaces Protecting the Mountains Array uses the nine-fold round island floating in the sky as its hub.

　　 Borrowing ground veins, water veins, and air veins, the three are combined to form a top-notch formation.

　　According to the records of the Xuantian Baolu enshrined in the Patriarch Pavilion, the core of this formation is named "Taiqing Sky Map".

　　 is connected to the high sky and sent down to the nine places.

Once 　　 is opened, a total of nine layers of front and back large formations are superimposed, covering the mountain gate.

　　The invading enemy falls into it, like falling into the void, there is no distinction between up, down, left, and right.

　　 Unless you are proficient in the number of onmyojis and the method of breaking the formation, it is difficult to escape.

　　 In the end, only the body and soul can be wiped out, without any vitality.

　　 It is rumored that the first generation of heavenly masters set up this battle, and suddenly a thousand demons attacked the gate of the mountain, but it was still unable to shake anything.

　　 It can be seen that it is amazing!

　　 Regrettably, that Xuan'ao formation can only be used as a display now, and it has no practical significance.

　　 There used to be a nine-fold innate master of the mortal realm. He had exhausted hundreds of years of hard cultivation, and he couldn't even move a bit.

　　 is like a child lifting a tens of thousands of kilograms of heavy hammer, extremely difficult.

　　 The ancestors of the past had accidentally mentioned that they wanted to use this powerful Taiqing dome array.

　　 Either one's own cultivation has reached an unimaginable high and deep realm, and the accumulation is extremely abundant.

　　 Either fill a massive amount of spirit crystals to support operation.

　　 But with the demise of the ancient orthodoxy, the spirit crystals that were once used as the currency of the magic monks are also depleted.

　　 For ten thousand years, the front and back Nine Palaces Array has borrowed the veins to maintain the most basic defense.

　　 And, this is enough.

　　 "Let him break the mountain gate!"

　　 Xing Chenzi in the ancestral pavilion, felt the violent fluctuation of vitality from the outside world.

　　 Like a hurricane crossing the border, sweeping the nine round islands.

　　The pavilions and palaces collapsed and collapsed.

　　 The poultry were scattered, running hurriedly.

　　 Disciple and disciple, many casualties.

　　 The contemporary head of the Zixiao Palace, seeing the messy scene, a blood rushed to his forehead.

　　 seemed to be stomped on the face, and felt extremely humiliated.

　　 You know, ever since it ranks among the holy places.

　　 Zixiao Palace will overwhelm the world, no one dares to commit.

　　 Even if it dates back to the Yuan Dynasty, he has only had the tragic experience of being beaten up to the mountain gate twice.

　　 Today!

　　 But the emperor of Da Zhou smashed the mountain gate thousands of miles away.

　　 "It's so deceiving!"

　　 The sub-eyes of the stars want to split, and the hatred is like a tide.

　　 But after a few breaths, he calmed down again.

　　 Take a deep breath and suppress the anger.

　　 The contemporary head teacher of the Zixiao Palace has resolute eyes, and he drives the spiritual dragon and tiger sword.

　　 cut down!

　　 The sword shines like a blazing sun!

　　 hum!

　　 The Du Gongfu seal was cut in half and fell to the ground.

　　 The invisible air machine that was connected to one body was finally cut off.

　　 The dragon-print cloud boot that was still to be stepped on gradually faded away.

　　 "Teacher!"

　　 "Which lunatic is it!"

　　 "Step on the broken mountain gate and insult my Taoist ancestors! What a courage!"

　　 "You must find this person and fight against it together!"

　　 "……"

　　 Numerous noises boiled up.

　　 The disciple of the doorman in the Zixiao Palace, the elder Qingxiu, is no different from the enemy.

　　 There are a few streams of light soaring into the sky and landing on the eighth roundabout.

　　 are all dressed in black and white robes, and their breath is either subtle or strong.

　　 "Be safe and not irritable."

　　 Xingchenzi waved his big sleeves, and the male and female dragon and tiger swords surrounded the whole body, like two swimming fish floating in the void.

　　 His voice spreads into the spirit spring, like the eighth round island in the palace of heaven.

　　 The words were clear, and it was thunderous.

　　 "Send my decree! The Zixiao Palace seals the gate of the mountain, and all the disciples are clothed with vegetables, and they will be worshipped for three days!"

　　 Xingchenzi's eyes are hard to hide sadness, and his face is as cold as cast iron.

　　 He originally opposed Master's going to Tianjing, taking the inheritance of Taoism as a bet, and he was all in a siege.

　　 Instead of fighting with the emperor of Da Zhou, it is better to compromise.

　　 Endure him for two hundred years, five hundred years.

　　 After this.

　　The dynasty collapsed, and the holy land lasted forever.

　　 The world of a family, can it really last forever?

　　 has not been there since ancient times, and there is no such reason.

　　The ancient emperor and the emperor will all die, not to mention the secular dynasty.

　　 can last for a long time, and the only thing that will last forever is the orthodoxy.

　　 "The gates of the mountain are sealed, all covered in plain, three days of sacrifice..."

　　 Everyone's complexion changed drastically.

　　 then.

　　 All silence, holding your breath.

　　 "The real dragon of the Great Zhou, can't even hold down the Holy Land?"

　　 "The previous headmaster also suffered an accident? Is it really the master of the devil?"

　　 "How did he make the move after tens of thousands of miles away?"

　　 "……"

　　 Eye contact, divine will intertwined, stirring the void, stirring up a circle of ripples.

　　 "Let’s break up, count the casualties, restart the formation, repair the temple, and guard the respective floating islands."

　　 Xingchenzi waved his hand helplessly, he had to admit a cruel fact.

　　 The six sacred places that once ruled China can no longer control the Great Zhou Dynasty.

　　 Even if Zhao Mu is arrogant and arrogant, he smashes the gate of Zixiao Palace.

　　 It is impossible to ask for justice and be held accountable.

　　 That is self-infuriating.

　　 Although, Xing Chenzi didn't know what happened to Tianjing.

　　 But since the Fang Lei Chi Great Seal who suppressed the mountain gate fell into the hands of Da Zhou Zhenlong.

　　 That must mean that the Master and even the Holy Land have been defeated.

　　 "How many homes are left?"

　　 Xingchenzi estimated that Zixiao Palace's sparse morality and luck may have been lost.

　　 The danger of overturning is imminent.

　　 When the crowd dispersed, this contemporary head teacher who felt alone was unable to support himself burned incense and prayed and chanted the Taoist scriptures.

　　 The fragrance of the three pillars slowly burned out, and he just took off the three clear bells.

Among the several artifacts left by the Heavenly Master, only this one is the easiest to use, and does not require too strict conditions.

　　 "There is only such a little bit left in the background... Oh, you can be called a stubborn disciple, lose everything."

　　 Xingchenzi shook his head and smiled bitterly.

　　 holds the sanqingling bell that protects the mind and suppresses the outer demon in his right hand.

　　 walked out of the ancestor pavilion and went to the depths of the ninth roundabout.

　　 On the way, passing by the quiet pool where the golden lotus of Qi Luck is withered and withered.

　　 Then cross a white jade bridge, board the towering green hills, and cross the ropeway trestle bridge.

　　The numerous palaces concealed it, like mountains and mountains, showing a bit of desertedness and loneliness.

　　 In the Zixiao Palace, only previous master teachers can enter the ninth round island.

　　 trespassing by others is a capital crime.

　　 As for the reasons for this, not many people know.

　　 At about half a time, Xing Chenzi finally saw the majestic hall made of pure copper.

　　 Before the eaves, there is a vermilion lacquer and gold plaque with three large characters on the left.

　　 Town Demon Temple.

　　 There are two heavy doors on the front, with golden locks as big as arms.

　　 There are dozens of seals crossed on it, and when you look carefully, the small characters overlapped and overlapped, twisting like a tadpole.

　　 These are all written in cinnabar, revealing a mysterious meaning.

　　 "Open."

　　 Xingchenzi didn't say much, went straight to the door, pinched out a few seals, and gave a soft drink.

　　The golden lock cast with copper juice suddenly opened.

　　 crunch, crunch.

　　The machine rotates, making a harsh rubbing sound.

　　 The thick copper door opened on its own, like a giant beast opening its blood basin, devouring light and vitality.

　　 Inside the hall, it was pitch black.

　　 It seems as if the sky has not been seen for hundreds of thousands of years, leaving only clumps of thick ink.

　　 Yin wind circling, whizzing past.

　　 There was a screaming and screaming faintly, and weird shadows passed by.

　　 Xingchenzi shook the three clear bells, and the crisp sound opened the evil atmosphere.

　　 His complexion didn't change, and he walked inside.

　　 There is an iron monument about five or six feet high in the center of the main hall.

　　 Below is one of Jiulongzi's 屃, which looks like a giant tortoise bearing a heavy load.

　　 The 呑屃 carrying the iron stele, those cold eyes.

　　 flashed suddenly, revealing the breath of living creatures.

　　咚! Boom! Boom!

　　 Xingchenzi shook the three clear bells, making a thunderous sound.

　　 Protect your mind and not be disturbed.

　　 He looked up, and the inscription on the inscription was full of dragon chapters and phoenix seals, celestial talismans, and ancient characters.

　　Don't say that the disciple of the Zixiao Palace, the elder instructor.

　　 Six holy places, hundreds of millions of lives in China.

　　 Maybe no one dares to say, knowing all the inscriptions on it.

　　 Even Xingchenzi only knows two characters.

Blood God.

　　……

　　……

　　 "It's decisive."

　　 Zhao Mu, who was in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, looked through the big seal of Fang Lei Chi.

　　 stepped out and smashed the gate of the Zixiao Palace.

　　 Three thousand years of true energy surged out, condensed into one point.

　　 rushed into the front and back of the Nine Palaces Array, abruptly defeated it.

　　 Before he could continue his actions, the air mechanism of Lei Chi Dayin and the other secondary seal was interrupted.

　　 The Peiran Qi machine that moved the mountain and took the mountain became a rootless tree, water without a source.

　　 Lost his support, helplessly disperse.

　　 "It's just that the nine-fold ring of the island clearly shows the Zhong Lingluo, why is it that the blood is looming?"

　　 Zhao Mu remembered his shocking glance, the changes he had seen through the emperor's look-at-qi technique.

　　 "The reason behind the six holy places occupying the ancient Taoist heritage is probably not that simple."

　　 His thoughts flashed, he just thought about it for a moment, and then left him behind.

　　 These questions, when you visit the holy place, you will naturally be able to figure it out.

　　 "Master teachers and elders, how are you thinking about it?"

　　 Zhao Mu restrained his vitality, rolled up the big seal of Fang Leichi with his big sleeves, and sat back on the throne of the ninety-five years.

　　 Eyes swept across Feng Xingkong, Pang Jingyang and others~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The latter had a complicated look, and finally nodded slowly and said in unison:

　　 "I respect your majesty's will."

　　 It's a basic martial arts study, even if it is in Jiaotong University Zhou.

　　 Except for losing a bit of authentic style, the rest is harmless.

　　 "Dare to ask your Majesty, who edited Wu Jing?"

　　 After Feng Xingkong agreed, he asked suddenly.

　　 "Naturally, I personally preside over it."

　　 Zhao Mu chuckled.

　　 "I wonder if Fengmou had the honor to see it after it was written?"

　　Feng Xing Kong is Wu Chi, and he is very interested in the Wu Jing that the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty will compile.

　　He wants to know the superb person who has reached the top of Zhou Tian’s list,

　　 What kind of martial arts can be compiled using the basic martial arts of each school.

　　 It's not just talking about taking hundreds of sources and turning them into one's own use.

　　 What's more, the easier and more basic the content, the harder it is to condense and extract.

　　 "If you are interested in Fengzhangjiao, you might as well stay in Tianjing for a while and participate in it yourself."

　　 Zhao Mu's eyes are so deep that people can't see through the true thoughts.

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