All Heavens Start with Lu Xiaofeng

"Uncle Puzhen, be careful."

Qi Hao squeezed his fingers, and the ice sword turned into a white sword light, which was as fast as lightning, bringing up a burst of cold air, and threw it straight at the white-clothed monk's back.

A disciple like Lu Xueqi who has just started may not necessarily understand Qi Hao's strength.

But Wen Min and other disciples who participated in the last Qimai martial arts competition knew that Qi Hao was the top master among the younger generation, if it wasn't for Tongtian Peak who had an even more amazingly talented Xiao Yicai, he might have won the first place.Therefore, although the upcoming Qimai Martial Arts Competition has not yet officially started, many disciples already believe that he will be the leader.

As for Puzhen, a wonderful monk in white, although he is a peerless genius born once in a thousand years in Buddhism, it has only been two years since he entered Tianyin Temple. How strong can his cultivation be?

Wen Min and the other women couldn't help but the wonderful monk in white became worried.

The wonderful monk in white didn't turn his head back. When the ice sword was approaching, the string of beads around his neck suddenly shone with golden light, forming a golden wall, and the sparks of "ding" splashed everywhere, blocking the ice sword. .

"Is this the magic weapon Myriad Dao Wuji of Junior Brother Puzhen?" Taoist Cangsong's expression was slightly concentrating: "Qihao, don't worry about it, you can't hurt your Uncle Puzhen with the protection of such gods."

"Yes, Master."

Qi Hao was eager to try, he pinched the sword formula in his hand, the ice sword was white and generous, and he was about to unleash the sword again.

"Stop, you are not allowed to hurt him."

At this moment, a slightly childish voice sounded, and a red glow came from a distance, and the sound of the wind pierced the air, like a long red dragon, changing quickly and unparalleled.

Qi Hao frowned, pinched the sword formula, and let out a dragon's cry of "choke", the ice sword burst into dazzling white light, not only easily resisting the menacing rays of light, but also reflected a radius of several tens of feet into a piece of white, covering the ground. The bursts of frost make people feel like they are in a world of ice and snow, made of silver and jade.

"Tian Buyi, what do you mean?"

Cang Song frowned, looking at Tian Buyi's family flying from a distance, among them was Tian Ling'er offering amber red silk to protect the monk in white.

"Cangsong, I still want to ask you what do you mean!?"

Tian Buyi puffed out his stomach, and snorted coldly: "You are the head of Longshou Peak, and you are also in charge of punishment, but you encourage your disciples to attack the distinguished guests of Tianyin Temple on Tongtian Peak?"

"This is a discussion, what does it have to do with you."

On the other side, Tian Linger fought with Qi Hao.

With Tian Linger's strength, she is no match for Qihao.

But for some reason, when he saw the lively and delicate girl in red, his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't bear to fight hard, so that the ice sword and the amber red silk were in a stalemate.

However, just because he couldn't bear to do it hard, it didn't mean Tian Linger couldn't bear to do it hard.

But seeing Tian Ling'er's beautiful eyes opened wide, her arms fluttered, her red clothes fluttered, her delicate body slowly rose into the air, like a fairy.Crossing his left and right hands over his chest, he shouted coquettishly, "Bie Shen."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw the glow of the sun.The amber scarlet silk, which was originally one or two feet long, grew so many times in an instant, it filled up a radius of ten feet, and even suppressed the white light of the Frost Sword. A moment later, the red silk surrounded Qi Hao even more. In the middle, it rushed past like a red sea wave, impenetrable.

But Taoist Cangsong didn't show any worry on his face.

A calm smile appeared on the corner of Qi Hao's mouth.

Just as Qihao was chanting words, and the ice sword was shining brightly at the same time, the monk in white bowed his head and called out the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

Qi Hao only felt a roar in his head, and his expression was in a trance.

And in the next moment, the person was already drawn by the amber red silk, and the person fell out.Although the reaction was extremely fast, and Taiji Xuanqingdao was urged to move quickly, so that he would not fall to the ground and be disheartened, but he was still quite embarrassed.

"Presumptuous!" Taoist Cangsong's face changed, and he was about to explode.

"What are you doing!?"

At this moment, three people walked out from the Yuqing Palace.

The person in front, wearing a dark green Taoist robe, with a fairy-like demeanor, warm and deep eyes, but with a faint power that ordinary people can't imagine, is the famous master Daoxuan of the Qingyun sect.

Then there was an old monk with wrinkled faces, a shabby cassock, and his whole body was dirty.I'm afraid that if you don't say it, no one will know that he is Puzhi, one of the four famous monks in Tianyin Temple.

It's just that the string of jasper rosary beads in his hand is not extraordinary, it is lean and clear, dazzling the eyes, emitting a faint blue light.

Strangely, among the dozen or so sapphire rosary beads of the same size and clear and clean, there is this one dark purple bead with a faint black light that is neither jade nor stone.

When Taoist Cangsong caught sight of the hanging bead, an imperceptible greed flashed across.

As for the last person, it was Master Shuiyue.

Daoxuan Daoxuan made adjustments, so naturally they couldn't fight anymore, and they each dispersed in the end.

Tian Linger chased after the white-clothed monk, her blue hair fluttered, she tugged at her sleeves and said, "I want to listen to you playing the piano too."

It was because some disciple told the wonderful monk in white that he was playing the piano in front of Zangshu Pavilion that she brought her parents along, but she didn't want to see that stinky-faced guy unleashing a sword as soon as he came.

The white-clothed monk smiled slightly, and whispered something into Tian Linger's ear.

Tian Linger blushed, nodded, and bounced around to find Tian Buyi, Suru and his wife.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to stare at Qi Hao and make a face, disgusting guy.

But no matter if it's from Tongtian Peak or Xiaozhufeng, even if it's a few decades later, they still won't forget the monk in white playing the qin.

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In response to the stars and the moon, a young monk in a moon-white monk's robe came to the back mountain of the Big Bamboo Peak.

With his toes pointing to his feet, he walked against the wind without the help of magic weapons at all, like a fairy, looking straight into the depths of the back mountain.

This was the first time Yu Liancheng visited Dazhufeng under the night light. The moment he set foot on Dazhufeng, he faintly felt a strange wave coming from the back mountain.

Nian thought that there was still some time left in the agreement with Tian Linger, so she came to find out.

Not long after, the monk in white had reached the depths of the valley. Looking ahead, he could only see sparse trees and the faint sound of water.

After a while, it suddenly opened up in front of my eyes, and it really was an open space, the ground was full of gravel, and there was a small green pool in the middle, with rippling water, heading east.

"It should be in this Bitan."

The monk in white looked towards Bitan, and saw that with the clear water as the center, within three feet there was not a blade of grass growing.But three feet away, there are lush forests.

And in the center of the pond, there is a pile of chaotic rocks of different sizes and shapes.

Among the chaotic rocks, a short colored stick was inserted obliquely, a part of which was exposed above the water, and the rest was submerged in the water.The whole body of the short stick is pitch-black, with no visible material, it is very ugly, like a fire stick.

And when he got close to Bitan, a nauseating feeling rose from his internal organs and rushed straight to his forehead, and the closer he got, the stronger the nauseating feeling became.

The white-clothed monk read all the strange books in the world, and the records in the ancient book "Ten Strange Treasures" immediately popped up in his mind: There is a strange iron in the sky, which falls in the nine secluded worlds, and the ghost fire burns the spirits of the ghosts to refine them. Taken into shape, gathering ghostly energy for thousands of years, forming soul-stirring power for thousands of years...

"Is the rumored evil thing taking souls?"

The white-clothed monk muttered to himself, running the "Dafan Prajna", and with a palm of his hand, five fingers grasped it, and the magic wand turned into black light and flew into his hand.

This legendary evil creature seemed to be just a short stick about two feet long, its tentacles were icy cold, and the roaring sounds of ghosts could be heard, but it couldn't do any harm to him.

The Dafan Prajna in the hands of the monk in white suddenly exploded with force, and waves of upright force charged into the evil thing.If the four great monks of Tianyin Temple were here, they might be extremely surprised.

Just because Puzhen Dafan Prajna is far more powerful and powerful than all of them imagined, it can almost be described as vast and boundless, constantly charging the soul stick.

In addition, the monk in white clasped his palms violently, urging the power of "shaking the heavens", and the force that was enough to split mountains and seas poured into the soul-destroying stick at the same time.

Even though this Dementor Rod is a rare evil in the world, under the double attack, it made a "click, click" sound after a short while, and cracks spread, spreading all over the Dementor Rod in a blink of an eye.Finally, with a sound of "collapse", it was completely transformed into countless fragments and shot out.And a black air drilled out of the soul-destroying stick, as if he wanted to escape spiritually, but was sucked into the hanging beads of the monk in white.

When I met monk Puzhi two years ago, besides the name of Yu Liancheng, the wonderful monk in white only had this magic weapon named Wan Dao Wu Ji.This magic weapon is extremely strange and has many abilities, even the four great monks are amazed by it.

Most of the black air was sucked into "Wan Dao Wu Ji", but a small part got into the mind of the monk in white.

This black air is formed by the gathering of malevolent energy, hostility, etc. In an instant, countless images surged in his mind, aroused past memories, and affected scenes of scenes of mountains of swords and seas of blood, and mountains of corpses.

The most thrilling scene happened in a place called Tiger Head City.

In that life, Beimang had an army of 40, attacking Hutou City with all its strength.

On Hutou City, there are 18 martial arts masters.

He incarnates as the most beautiful man in the world, Murong Tonghuang.

He was an enemy of tens of thousands of people, beheaded the immortal Jiujiu 81, and more than [-] soldiers of the Northern Mang army died in his hands.

Some people regard him as Murong Shuangkui and Murong Invincible.Some people also secretly said that he is Beiliang's lackey and executioner.

In addition to this scene, there are also bloody scenes flooding in. They are all fighting with people and fighting with powerful enemies. Killing is useless.

Most of the people who died at his hands were killed in a proper way.But it would be a lie to say that there were no innocents among them.

Those so-called giants in the magic way probably didn't kill even one tenth or one percent of the white-clothed monk like him.

In a trance, phantoms were distorted in all directions, vaguely tens of thousands of distorted human faces, howling and moaning, as if they were all people who died in his hands, which contained the power of horror and disillusionment, which made people palpitate.

Yu Liancheng clasped his hands together, just looking at the phantom scenes in front of him lightly, neither sad nor happy, never retreating.

Thus, the phantom collapsed.

However, the mundane monk in white clothes, who is not dusty, unconsciously permeated his heart with the desire to kill.

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