The two left the Jiufeng Sea and turned all the way. During this period, they met many immortals who rode swords to control the wind, but with Xia Ji here, they could completely avoid the spiritual consciousness area in advance and not be noticed by anyone.

After a long time, it was not far from the Tushan clan island.

Xia Ji looked down at the vast ocean map with fresh brushwork. At the last time, he picked up his pen to outline the last area in the southeast, and then let out a long sigh and said naturally: "The sea changes endlessly, with rising tides and falling tides, and the terrain will be different. And some islands in the areas may even move around. It's really bizarre and unpredictable."

Bai Taohua sat beside him with her legs, watching him draw, and then teased: "It's a pity that I can't escape the palm of the Lord."

Xia Ji grabbed her hand and suddenly asked, "If one day you can live well with me in the world, but you have no strength, would you like?"

Bai Taohua's expression froze. After thinking for a while, she sighed softly: "Master, why do you always say strange things? Is this possible?"

Xia Ji just chased and asked, "Will you? After all, you are now the power of nightmare that can shuttle through the dream world is not weak."

Bai Taohua said: "I'll think about it."

She actually thought about it seriously

Autumn of the 238th year of the Great Zhou calendar.

Ten thousand mountains, in the morning light.

Yuankong is a little fat man, about six or seven years old. Because of his outstanding qualifications and sincere dedication to Buddha, he was sent to practice on the hillside of Mount Wantai early.

At this time, in the courtyard of the martial arts courtyard, he was squatting on his horse stance, pushing his fist and palm out with loud shouts, so that the essence and blood of his body could be tempered, so that impurities could be removed with sweat, and the muscles and muscles of his body could be stronger.

Every time you punch, it is like a blacksmith's hammer.

But if the fist wind has not come out and the muscles and bones have not sounded, it is a gentle knock, which is just a superficial basic skill.

Yuankong was sweating profusely, but his legs were already trained. If he had rooted in bamboo shoots, he would be deeply immersed in the mud and stones.

There were nearly a hundred monks of the same size with him, who were neatly "drinking" and shouting, and punching.

Dangdangdang

The bronze bell rang three times.

Yuankong stood up, regulated his energy and breathed, exhaled two turbid breaths, and then quickly joined the team and ran out of the yard. When the autumn wind blew, the body that had just been sweating profusely was like a newly released sword embryo, blowing the crowd of white sweat.

The monks who were practicing in the morning began to run around the mountainside of the snake.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Even if the monk who is a hardworking monk, his whole body is still sore. The Buddha said that only by practicing hard can one obtain spiritual liberation. Only by having no self can one understand the mind and see the nature, attain great Bodhi, present great Nirvana, and obtain the supreme fruit.

He did not move the great Bodhi, but he respected Ksitigarbha Buddha. Since it was what he mentioned, it must be a good Bodhi.

So, at this time, even though he was about to part, he still tried hard to think about happy things, such as secretly gnawing a chicken leg, eating oily mouth, for example, hearing his senior brother saliva flying, his eyes shining, the girl at the foot of the mountain was a tiger,

Life on the mountain is still very humane.

Yuankong slowly forgot the pain in his body, and he said in his heart, "Maybe this is selfless, maybe I am still a genius who is rare in a century."

When I was running halfway up the mountain, my brothers in front suddenly shouted, "Have you met the uncle of the little master", "Hello uncle of the little master", "Did you have breakfast so early?"

When he ran over, he saw that it was a little novice roaming on the mountain road.

This is a real little novice.

Very small, very small, so small that I was only three years old this year.

He was wearing a golden cassock that only the first generation of masters could wear. He seemed to be learning to walk on the mountain road, but the cassock was a bit big, which made the uncle of the master look extremely cute. He staggered from time to time, but his figure suddenly turned into photoelectric and disappeared in place, falling dozens of feet away. It was so shocking that his eyes were about to pop out.

The most important thing is that from beginning to end, this three-year-old junior teacher uncle closed his eyes.

Yuankong's idea of ​​"a rare encounter with a genius in a century" was suddenly destroyed. Tian, ​​he is already the fifth generation disciple. Why is this person so high in his seniority and what kind of adventure is he so powerful?

He can cross a hundred meters in one step, and this kind of body movement is no longer something he can imagine. He hasn't learned to walk yet, right?

And why did he have his eyes closed?

"Hey, hey, hey."

He and his uncle passed by, and gradually got farther away.

When he ran to the top of the mountain, Yuankong suddenly heard the discussion of the uncles, as if he was talking about the Taoist fairy who had been at the peak of his life in recent years was coming to Wantai Mountain to discuss the Tao with his uncles. Now he is on the way here.

The Taoist fairy was said to have a very good appearance, but she had a foggy gauze that made people unable to see her appearance. Despite this, her every move was already fascinated and her inner demons were full of demons.

But the fairy seemed reluctant to take advantage of her appearance, so she usually wears women's companions' men's clothing when walking.

Yuankong suddenly became excited. Can he not be excited when he saw the battle between masters? He was full of madness about martial arts, but he felt that he was moved, but he hurriedly recited Namo Di Ksitigarbha a few times to avoid delusions.

Then, after looking for an opportunity, he asked the older monks curiously about the uncle of the junior master. The older monk smiled: "Uncle Xuanhua is practicing the closed eyes. He has been closed for seven days and seven nights."

Circle and empty:

Extremely far away.

The uncle of the master drooled again, and accompanied by a faint cry, he seemed to be sleeping sweetly. There was no way, the senior brothers were too strict with him. Only by practicing eye-closing Zen can you sleep openly.

On the island of the Tushan clan.

Tushan Ningning took Xia Ji and Taohua to sit in the attic.

Because in the past two years, Taohua's resentment has decreased a lot, and the madness in her bones has also restrained here. She called out softly: "Sister."

Tu Shan Ningning smiled charmingly, but she was not angry. She pulled her little hand and leaned over to ask something like "Is he good to you?" and "Have you treated you badly outside?"

Taohua answered obediently.

The picture is quite strange. Tushan Ningning is a magical movement. Now she has nine immortal tails, and she is the most beautiful girl in this universe. She is charming and has a very long lifespan. She can be said to be a girl who is always graceful. However, peach blossoms look like a noble lady, wrapped in a silk skirt, and she is even more charming. However, from the outside, she is much longer than Tushan Ningning.

If it is reversed, it is normal for her to grasp Ningning's hand.

Tushan Ningning looked at Xia Ji and suddenly said, "You go out, this is my daughter's boudoir."

Xia Ji:

He didn't mind either. He breathed a little relieved when he saw these two people get along like this.

After leaving.

The scene of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law changing their faces in an instant did not appear.

Ningning combed her hands with peach blossom hair, and her smooth palms passed through her skin.

Peach blossoms are a little at a loss.

Ning Ning suddenly said, "You might as well go and practice immortality. Although I hate immortality, if you want to maintain your body shape, it is better to practice immortality. With Xia Ji here, you can get through the tribulation soon."

Her voice was calm, she was really considering the woman in front of her, and she really treated her as her sister. This was the grandeur of the demon clan.

Peach blossom sighed lightly.

How is it possible.

She has now embarked on another path of cultivation and can no longer turn back and go back to cultivate immortality.

At this moment, she suddenly thought of Xia Ji's words, "If you can live in seclusion with me and lose your power, would you like?"

She shook her head, but how could such a ridiculous thing be possible, and how could such a situation be possible?

Outside the attic.

Autumn leaves are floating on the round arch wooden bridge.

Xia Ji had already manipulated the giant turtle toward the direction marked on the map.

The six-man team found the jungler again.

When it was snowing in the deep winter, the team cleaned four small "copies".

Whether it is Ningning or the three great saints, they do not value time very much. The immortals think that hundreds of years are only a short time, let alone the demon clan who is born with a longer life span?

The seven spiritual patterns between Xia Ji's eyebrows have turned into nine.

In theory, the three spiritual patterns can overcome the five elements and become a mysterious immortal.

But the Five Elements Tribulation is different from the Thunder Tribulation, which is a scarce resource. The great demon king needs it, and the golden immortals also need it. This is really weird. Not only do you have to overcome the tribulation, but you also need to find where the tribulation is. If you can't find it, you can't overcome the tribulation.

Xia Jiduo has achieved three thousand years of cultivation, so he once again gave Ningning and the three great saints blessings.

Moonlights fall one after another.

The island is filled with joyful sounds.

Listening to the strange voice, Bai Taohua was a little funny, but she was lonely while smiling. She was not a demon, could not accept the blessings of the demon emperor Zuo Tong, nor could she obtain such a rocket-like improvement in strength.

Suddenly, she felt something, and walked back to the attic and sneaked into her dream. The sky suddenly turned gray and white. The snow in the sky spread the paper money for the dead, full of loneliness.

Now that she has learned about this route of her cultivation.

This is not a fairy.

Not Buddha.

Not a demon.

It is not even the route after the SCO disaster.

It's not a strange chaos.

The holy realm of this route is not any power she knows
To be continued...