Longevity: Beginning from the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 170 The Man Who Blocks the Road (Please Subscribe~)
Zuichun Tower can be said to be the most famous flower house in Qingbo City, even within hundreds of miles.

It is said that it has a history of hundreds of years, and it can be regarded as a veritable "time-honored brand".

At that time, there was a woman Li Ping'er who was so popular and known as "the most prostitute in Gyeonggi".

When this woman was in the limelight, she was able to attract the rich and powerful from all over the world to join her, spending money like water just to make Bomei smile.

But later I heard that Li Ping'er disappeared suddenly. Some said that the wives and wives of various families jointly dealt with it, some said that she was raised by some powerful person in a foreign house, and some outrageous said that this girl had seen through the world of mortals and went to cultivate immortals.

Lin Xuanzhi opened a private room where he could see the singing and dancing performances downstairs, and started enjoying it without asking anyone else to accompany him.

People come and go in this kind of place, there is no habit, Lin Xuanzhi's behavior is considered normal.

"Lang is in the heart."

"When the concubine is heartbroken."

"The grievances are known to the moon."

"Meeting is not easy and separation is easy~"

"It's too late to regret now."

"I don't know if that day the phoenixes danced their wings together."

"Do you remember the butterfly's kindness?"

"Brother knows it by himself, but regrets that the old love has nowhere to go."

"Would you like to have a mother without a father and an orphan."

"Guess, you spy on me again and I've been ill for a long time."

"Not enough will be sad for you everywhere."

"..."

The resentful singing of Qi Qi actually made all the guests applaud again and again, some sensitive young masters even had red eyes, couldn't help pulling the woman beside him to whisper softly, and finally moved back to the room a little bit.

His eyes swept over some women, and Lin Xuanzhi couldn't help chuckling: "It's really a good place."

"Unexpectedly, this is still the place of Fengyue Temple."

He didn't pay attention to other things, he had booked the private room for three days, and no one would disturb him during that time.

He took out the Yuanjun Immortal Pot and stroked it gently, but after a while, a golden cloud spewed out from the mouth of the Kung Fu Pot.

Yuan Junzi sat on the cloud head quite surprised and smiled: "Little friend needs help from the poor so soon?"

Lin Xuanzhi nodded slightly, and explained with a smile: "In two days, I need to bother the real person and the junior to activate the magic weapon together."

After some reasons, Yuan Junzi nodded happily: "It's a little effort. Although the state is not perfect now, it is still possible for you and me to jointly hit the full blow of that magic weapon."

The Canglongzhu is a magic weapon for surviving disasters. With a small horse and cart, it is difficult for Lin Xuanzhi to exert its full power.

And Yuan Junzi is still returning to his state now, but with his state, he can easily grasp all the treasures of the magic weapon, and with the magic power provided by Lin Xuanzhi, with such cooperation, he can exert the full power of the magic weapon.

Helping the same family cross the catastrophe, Yuan Junzi's eyes could not help but sigh with emotion.

He didn't have any comrades and friends who he couldn't fully trust when he crossed the catastrophe.

And while the two were accumulating strength, Qian Xuzi in the small courtyard was also waiting for the last wave of his disaster.

Gathering fortune, borrowing people's power.

He has walked the world for many years, and he is still very sure about crossing the catastrophe.

The wind of the wind disaster is not the southeast and northwest wind, nor the Hexun Jinshuo wind, nor the flower willow, pine and bamboo wind, but the wind called the wind.

This wind is born from the void of heaven and earth, blows into the six viscera from the Xinmen, passes through the dantian, penetrates the nine orifices, and weakens the bones and flesh. It can startle the primordial spirit and move the real spirit. The inside and outside of the fleshy body have been tempered extremely meticulously. Once this disaster passes, one can become a Yangshen.

Qianxuzi's body is filled with purple energy, which is the divine light of his own mana, and also has the energy of merit.

Above the head, the lanterns of the Eight Views Palace are brightly lit, illuminating the body and mind.

At this moment, the fire in the palace lantern flickered suddenly, like a candle in the wind, and it seemed to be extinguished in an instant.

Qian Xuzi's figure became a little illusory and flickering, his face was slightly pale, but fortunately, the purple air around him suddenly turned into Qingyun and enveloped him.

At the same time, in his almost pure yang soul, the precious light of Taishang Yin and Yang Tushi shone towards the pervasive wind.

Under the blessing of Ford, Qian Xuzi can always grasp a glimmer of life in the midst of hardships.

"Fellow Taoist Qianxuzi is about to overcome the three disasters, and I'm here to congratulate you. I guess it's not too late?"

An unassuming voice sounded, and at the same time, a deep black tide exuded ice-cold silence and submerged towards Qian Xuzi.

The entire small courtyard seemed to be a lone boat drifting in the black ocean, and it seemed to be in danger.

Qian Xuzi's face darkened slightly, but he did not lose his momentum at all: "King of Black Water, you dare to come when the old way is crossing the catastrophe."

In an instant, a divine light shone into the void from the two black holes in the eyes, directly forcing out a figure hiding in it.

But it was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a cold and gloomy face, and he looked at Qianxuzi with no malice in his eyes.

Crash.

The black ocean set off huge waves, and Xuanming Zhenshui swept towards Qian Xuzi again.

Nine black dragons rose up behind the Black Water Dharma King, gathered into a deep divine light and brushed towards Qian Xuzi.

Xuanming Wanhua Divine Light!

Qian Xuzi didn't dare to be careless, a curtain of purple fire was instantly sprinkled from the Eight Views Palace Lantern, and at the same time he raised his hand and tapped the void, thousands of thunders resounded in the black ocean.

Dharma King Heishui snorted softly, "How much strength do you have against the windstorm?"

Looking at the unmoving, still turbulent black ocean, Qian Xuzi couldn't help but nodded: "It's Xuanming Black Water Mirror."

After blocking the first wave of attacks from the Blackwater Dharma King, Qianxuzi's face turned pale again, and his figure couldn't help but feel a little illusory.

Above Yuanshen, Taishang Yinyang Tushi Baoguang was resisting the wind disaster, which dragged a large part of his energy.

Heishui Dharma King also saw Qian Xuzi's state, couldn't help laughing and said: "Old Niubi also has today."

Xuanming Wanhua divine light flashed out again, which even attracted the black Wang Yang to move together.

Qian Xuzi only felt that the whole world was squeezing him, and there were other principles and laws interfering with him.

He couldn't help sighing softly: "Why bother."

A skeletal hand protruded, and the entire black ocean trembled instantly. The sea water kept shrinking and receding, as if it was about to retract into a dark and cold mirror.

The face of the Black Water Dharma King changed, he raised his hand and tapped Wang Yang to stabilize the magic weapon, and at the same time waved a black seal of his sleeve and rose into the air, as if carrying the weight of the world and rolling towards the void.

However, with a flick of the bone finger, the natal magic weapon of the Black Water Dharma King flew upside down, without any effect.

"Your level of cultivation will prevent people from crossing the catastrophe? Call the helper out."

As soon as Master Gu's leisurely words fell, a round of golden sun shone into the black ocean, and in the brilliance, the figure of Master Gu also appeared.

"A yang god and a real person of the second calamity, the two think highly of nephew Qianxu."

In the golden sun, a young figure sat cross-legged, and said in a serious tone: "If you think highly of fellow Taoist Qianxu, you must guard against the means of the noble sect."

"Fellow Daoist is the one who failed in Xuandu to watch the decline of the physical body?"

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