Chapter 622 The First Sound of the Storm
In today's Jingchen Mountain, the Yuan Ying monk gathered in the "real person" outside the outside, between the air machine rushing, the shape of the seven -color clouds, the flowing flow, the purple green, the condensed but not scattered. "
One of them was about to speak. Suddenly, if there was something, Yu Guang glanced at the distance. After the mountains, between the cold moon, the light was shining, the light splattered, and the light -colored firestone, in the electric light, a fierce body, a dressed in a thunder. The appearance of the flying dragon appeared, and the prosperity of the treasure was stained with a clear light.
At this time, even the surrounding gas machines were attracted, and they gathered from all directions. The gods will fly, the heavenly girl praises, the light of the circle, and the alarm of the circle constantly trembles and falls into countless brilliance.
This is another Yuan Ying's triple -schochrilar who appeared in Yuan Ying's body, which has such a great momentum.
"The wind is rising."
The monk of the Yuan Ying couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and made a loud voice.
As usual, no matter how famous Zhou Qing is and how extraordinary his status in Zhenyi Sect is, he is only a third-level monk of Nascent Soul, not a Cave Heaven person, and will not create such a big momentum.
Originally, this area was the initiative of the two major upper Xuanmen of the Doumu Palace and the Taibai Sword, and the Zhongxuanmen section of the middle Xuanmen separation of Laojun Guan and Fenghuangtai form a dynamic balance, which has not changed. However, in recent years, the strength of Laojun Guan has risen sharply, faintly, to become the third pole, which has caused an obvious impact on the balance of this area.
What's more, the Zhenyi Sect's move to Xuanmen and its development later made the situation in this area even more complicated, with undercurrents surging.
In such an imminent situation, Zhou Qing, the newly promoted great monk of Zhenyi Sect and a proud figure, came to participate in the Jingchen Dharma Conference with great fanfare, which naturally detonated the major forces secretly competing in this area!
"Let's take a look."
The two looked at each other, understood what the other party thought, and smiled.
Anyway, if the sky is falling and the tall ones are holding on, if the Zhenyi Sect comes really strong, that will be the response of the Doumu Palace and the Taibai Sword Sect.
For forces like them, this area used to be strictly orderly, but instead it was a kind of confinement. The water was really muddy, and it couldn't be said to be a good thing, as they could fish in troubled waters.
On the mountain, the group was walking down from the flying palace, walking along the rugged mountain road.
When we were in the road, the bright moon was shining alone, and there were pine-colored bushes on both sides. From time to time, dewdrops would fall from the leaves at night and hit the bluestone. A clear and clear collision sound spread, filling the air with a circle of cold color.
Walking in the front was a middle-aged man. He wore a star crown on his head and a cassock, embroidered with a crescent-like curved texture. Between the opening and closing of the clouds above his door, flying words were like a crane, making him whole. There is a kind of carefreeness in people.
When we reached the top of the mountain, rows of flying palaces and pavilions appeared in front of us. The middle-aged man took one look and said, "Once again."
The Huang family of Linwu was also among the forefront of many aristocratic families in this area, so they never failed to attend the Jingchen Dharma Assembly and naturally built a resting place on Jingchen Mountain. After all, the Dharma assembly did not end in a few days.
Although this building complex is protected by formation restrictions, everything is intact and not damaged, but it is empty and slightly cold in the wind and sun on the mountain. Seeing this, Huang Ningbing waved his hand and asked the servants he brought to clean up first. He summoned the clan members he brought to come to the central hall.
A treasure pillar in front of the hall is directly inserted into the sky. Below is a fine crushed golden mang, constantly jumping, emitting lightning, dispeling the cold color of this piece. And stand up to look at the children of the group.
When they met the thunderous gazes above, the descendants of the Zhu Linwu Huang family who had come to Jingchen Mountain out of curiosity and joy, regardless of their gender, immediately put away their smiles and stood upright, waiting for Huang Ningbing to speak.
There was silence in the field, and there was no sound.
As a child of the family, it is not uncommon in terms of rules in the guardian.
After Huang Ningbing looked around, he said slowly, his voice was not loud, but it contained majesty, which made people unswerving. "The Jingchen Fa Conference was a chance to make a thousand years. You must do your best. Cultivation "
After a pause, this Nascent Soul monk from Linwu Huang clan continued: "Once you can seize such an opportunity, you will have the best start and be the envy of all your peers in the clan."
If he is determined by these words, he must let all the children present in the scene hear his will. Because this is really a rare shocking party, once missed, it will not be available in the future.
After all, in accordance with the rules of the Jingchen Fa Conference, you can enter the Xuanmen at the Fa Conference, and start directly from the inner disciples. The future is bright. At the same time, the selected disciples and the leader of Xuanmen also have a kind of incense. After the Zongmen, they will definitely be taken care of by the other party. And this time the Jingchen Fa Conference, the leader of the major Xuanmen is stronger than one, and even a number of Moneta triple monks. If they can enter their eyes, it is really helpful. Intersection
At this time, the room inside had been cleaned. Huang Ningbing said a few more words before letting the younger members of the clan go in. He was alone outside, looking at the sky.
Over time, the night has gradually gone, and there is already a touch of white in the distance, and it extends. At this time of dawn, Huang Ningbing suddenly thought of the well -deserved protagonist at the Jingchen Fa Conference.
"Zhou Qing."
When the other party participated in the Jingchen Dharma, he was led by Linwu Huang's team to witness his alarm in the Fa Conference, and was rarely selected as an entry disciple by the real man.
Now, it is Jingchen Mountain and the Jingchen Fa Conference. He is still led by the team, and the other party is a real monk with such a real god.
The wonders of the world and the wonders of nature are difficult to describe in words.
At this moment, if Huang Ningbing sensed something, he raised his head and looked outside Jingchen Mountain.
Almost at the same time, all the Nascent Soul monks on Jingchen Mountain sensed a huge qi movement coming from far away. Wherever it went, it caused the qi movement to sound like bursts of thunder, echoing repeatedly and making everyone boil.
As time goes by, the thunder becomes louder and louder, and the clouds outside the mountain are driven in like the tide by an invisible giant. The weather is diverse and magnificent. After reaching a peak, the clouds at the front formed a halo, and the light above flashed, unprecedentedly bright and dazzling.
When the front halo arrived at Jingchen Mountain, the light had reached its peak, almost lighting up the mountains, covering them with bright colors, and countless indescribable brilliance jumping and colliding inside.
Guo Fubo, a real person from Laojun Temple, was wearing a wide-sleeved long coat, wearing a talisman on his waist, and his eyes were green. He was standing in front of the window of the main hall. He looked outside Jingchen Mountain. The other party had not really arrived yet, but there was a majestic and majestic feeling. The Qi machine has descended, and it is bright and majestic, like the sun, moon and stars, but it is also obscure and deep, as if it is at the bottom of the abyss, making people like him feel an elusive and unpredictable change.
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"What a powerful mana."
There was a touch of bright colors in Guo Fubo's eyes. Even though he knew that the person was a rare Tianjiao in the Xuanmen, he just promoted the monk to have such an unavailable force, which still shocked him.
"That's fine."
Guo Fubo nodded secretly. The arrival of Zhou Qing from Zhenyi Sect was just in time to fight with the people from Doumu Palace and Taibai Sword Sect. For Laojun Guan's layout in this area, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages.
On another mountain peak, Tang Lingmin, a third-level Nascent Soul monk from Doumu Palace, sat motionless on the jade platform. Behind him, there was a huge cold moon rising faintly, and wisps of cold light wandered around the edge. The image of a goddess in the center was revealed, and hundreds of mantras were shuttled back and forth on her fingertips, gathering and dispersing as desired.
She raised her head and looked at the majestic Xuanling Zhenyang Flying Palace that gradually emerged after the halo, with streaks of Rui Cai Baoqi swaying, floating in the air, filling all around, her eyes were cold.
As soon as the thoughts turned, the body of this fairy had already out of the hall and turned into a shocking rainbow. He came to the extreme sky.
Almost inseparable from her, there was a clanging sword sound, and then a brilliant sword light exploded, and a handsome Taoist with long sleeves and black clothes walked out. His eyes were cold and his expression was indifferent. A sword pill on the top of the door kept spinning. , just one look at it can make people feel chilled.
The strength of the two people joined together and became one, like an invisible chain blocking Feigong, slowing down Feigong's progress.
"Sure enough."
Seeing this scene, Guo Fubo, the three major monks from Lao Junguan, was slightly supported by Guo Fubo, his eyes became deep, and he stared at the extreme.
Although Doumu Palace and Taibai Sword Sect tried their best to stop them, the Zhenyi Sect was extremely strong in participating in this ceremony and resisted the pressure and took it. Food. These two major Xuanmen will not just swallow this breath, they will take action of their own accord.
Of course, it is all the masters of Xuanmen. It is impossible to tear the skin completely and fight for you to die. When Zhou Qing entered Jingchen Mountain, he gave him a horse, destroying one of him, was indeed just right.
Anyway, the discussion between Xuanmen colleagues is not limited to the point of view, but who can gain the upper hand will have a considerable impact.
(End of this chapter)