The forty-ninth chapter, the chaos between the north and the south, the voice of conquest

When a secret bloody storm broke out in the prosperous land in the south, the Mianfeng Corridor and Guiling Temple in the northwest Daxueshan were also preparing for a severe battle. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"

Chaotic and disorderly conquests only bring harm to Daoism. The seniors of the Holy Land, who knew this well, controlled the contradiction between the two sides within a reasonable range. This control was not strict, but it also played a role in delaying the outbreak of the conflict. Maybe they didn't mean to eliminate the contradiction completely at first, but just wanted to maximize the conflict at a suitable time.

This natural loophole makes Yunqing full of expectations for the site selection of Jieshan in the near future.

"There may be a fighting method before the site selection of Jieshan. At that time, the direct disciples are not allowed to participate in it, so you are the key to success or failure." Lioyuan said to Yunqing beside him.

A group of them walked in the vast snow in scarlet monk robes, like a deep scar tearing the earth.

This world is already desolate, and even snow wolves and white bears are rare, but these flesh-and-blood Buddhist cultivators can withstand the coldness of all things frozen over mountains and mountains, all the way forward.

Yun Qing felt that judging from the number of times that Yuan had emphasized the "fighting method" along the way, most of the meeting with Mianfeng Gallery this time would not be good. There is also the fact that the direct disciples do not participate in the fighting method, she also thinks it is quite meaningful when she thinks about it.

Inheritance of the Holy Land has always been a special existence. To a certain extent, the direct disciple means the future of this holy land. Each of them has a unique strength, and each of them has the potential to aspire to the Great Dao. With the same cultivation base, their realm and strength are often much higher than that of ordinary disciples. For example, there are more than 10,000 disciples in the Lvtian Temple lineage, but there are only ten people in the direct line.

Such top-notch disciples have never been afraid of fighting, except for one circumstance, that there will be casualties in the fight. No holy place is willing to suffer the fall of the direct descendant, because all direct descendant disciples are geniuses that are hard to come by, and every one of them has been poured into countless efforts by the holy land.

They are no longer ordinary practitioners, but have been symbolized as a symbol of a lineage of inheritance.

The fighting method of Jieshan site selection excludes the direct disciples who can best represent the strength of the Holy Land, which also seems to indicate that blood will be seen in this trip.

"You haven't entered the Dao yet, but you have to be prepared. But no matter what, you cannot avoid fighting." Li Yuan's words were very tough.

Yun Qing nodded: "You must do your best."

The group walked quickly towards the top of the snow-capped mountain in the south, but it didn't take long before they reached their destination. "Ya * Wen * Yan * Qing * first * hair" The snow mountain altar at the top of the mountain is still well preserved, but the outermost barrier has been closed, and everyone sat on the ground, their bodies steaming in the thick snow .

Looking down from the sky, the scattered monk robes looked like red flowers blooming from the white snow.

As soon as several people sat down, peach blossoms began to fall in the sky.

Yun Qing sat still, not moving, but his mind was looking upwards. A beautifully decorated building ship flew from the distant sky.

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On the top of the building boat, there are sparse Zhu Lanqi, and the corridor waist is back, peach blossoms scattered from the bow, accompanied by a slight breeze with a cool fragrance. It was obviously daytime, but the lights on the ship were bright and the sound and light were messy, making people unable to control their own eyes and ears. More than a dozen women in palace attire leaned on the railings to look out, fanned lightly, and slowly tilted their temples and buns.

The little peach blossoms fell with the wind, and as soon as they touched the ground, they took root and sprouted, and countless small peach branches grew in this icy and snowy field. It seemed that the place where everyone in Guiling Temple was located would be turned into a peach blossom forest.

Yunqing noticed that every time these peach trees grew, there would be a thin peach miasma lingering around. When the peach trees grew up, was afraid that this peach miasma would directly invade the soul and make people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

She held her breath, protected herself, and did not resist. Most of these reversing celestial phenomena are from the direct disciple of the other party, and they will not sit idly by.

Sure enough, I could only hear Yuan suddenly say aloud: "Amitabha, how are the fellow Daoists at Sleeping Phoenix Gallery?"

This shout made even Yun Qing's eardrums hurt, and her chest became stuffy. The surrounding peach saplings actually turned into powder in the blink of an eye, and only a little bit of rubble remained on the ground, looking desolate and miserable, and could not bear to look directly at it.

It is mentioned in the "Vimalakirti Sutra" that "acting is fearless, like a lion's roar. What it speaks is like a thunderclap." This scripture came from this scripture just after the fate. This is originally the technique used in Buddhist teachings, but it has evolved so far to frighten demons, destroy all dharmas, and make people's hearts take refuge.

There was a crisp laughter in the sky, a peach-colored silk ribbon flew down from the bow of the boat, and the disciples of the Sleeping Phoenix Gallery walked down the narrow silk one by one. Yun Qing's mind falls on the person at the end, isn't that Zheng Zhenzhen? Then she glanced at the person in the lead again, and her heart suddenly became alert.

The man was plump and charming, wearing only a thin gauze, and his chest was still open, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin. Carrying a wine jar in her hand, she took a sip of wine and sang with a smile: "The trees are full of trees and delicate and red, and the ten thousand branches are bright and spring. Why should it be forged for a thousand years, and it will show the world's creation of chemicals."

"Liao Yuan, I haven't seen you for so many years, why are you so long-winded? I remember you didn't say hello to us last time..."

Li Yuan shouted the Buddha's name, and his face was calm: "It is said that all dharmas are impermanent, but the Tathagata is eternal and unchanged. The poor monk has changed, naturally because he has not reached the realm of truth."

Although Yun Qing didn't understand much about this verse, she could hear that Fate was testing the woman's cultivation.

The woman laughed crisply, and while drinking, she waved her hand and said, "You haven't reached the realm of truth, and I haven't reached the realm of all things, so I'm just each other. I won't talk much about gossip, what do you think about Jieshan?"

With a finger in the void, a little bit of Sanskrit flashed, and it turned into the word "Nansan": "I don't know what Daoist Jiuhuan thinks?"

"Move three mountains to the south? Hahaha, even if Jue Luan came here, he didn't dare to mention such conditions to me. You should think about it clearly and then talk about it." Jiuhuan's drinking stopped for a while, and he suddenly burst out laughing.

"Exactly what Jue Luan meant, what advice does Daoist Jiuhuan have?" Luoyuan's expression was indifferent, and his tone was as calm as ever.

"Oh?" Jiu Huan extended his voice, and the vision of a storm faintly flashed around his body, "How about Bei San?"

"This snow-capped mountain is too close to Zizai Cliff, and Jue Luan is afraid that something might go wrong if he is not stationed properly." Lie Yuan folded his hands together.

The implication is that if you don't move the three mountains to the south, then Jue Luan can't say that he will directly attack Jieyouya from Zizaiya.

These words are close to a threat, Jiuhuan's expression is a little chilly, and the image of storm and rain gradually turns into the image of violent wind and heavy snow: "Northern Second, it can't be less."

"Nan San." Lie Yuan was unbelievably tough. This was quite different from his usual prudence and modesty, Yun Qing couldn't help but wonder if he had talked to Jue Luan before he set off.

"Then there's no way." Jiuhuan's illusion suddenly dissipated, and she smiled brightly, "Sisters!"

"Would you like to use your own body to prove the law and have a discussion with the fellow Daoists of Guiling Temple?"

Yun Qing's heart shuddered, thinking that Jue Luan's unreliable request was to provoke a fight between the two sects. But what good is this for him, isn't it the right way to coordinate with each other to solve the Jieshan matter?

This Jiuhuan must have figured out this, so he challenged without hesitation.

Ever since the Temple of Heaven left the northwest, Guiling Temple and Mianfeng Corridor have had small frictions, but there has never been a major conflict in the past 100 years. However, it is not easy to maintain this balance. If one side loses restraint, it may make the whole situation slip to the worst place.

Although Yun Qing felt that a major conflict between the two parties would break out soon, he did not expect that it would be at this important snow mountain ceremony. Originally, she planned to add fire to make the situation worse, but unexpectedly, Jue Luan had already made arrangements, and it was considered that she pushed the situation to a worse place one step before her.

Is this something else, or is it just an add-on to the other end of the scale?

Should she follow the trend now, or should she not follow the routine laid out by that person?

Yun Qing looked at the end of the queue and wanted to look up at her, but Zheng Zhenzhen, who was afraid that others would find something, flashed countless thoughts in her heart.

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South, the mirror capital.

The altar of Lütian, which had just been raised for the Hundred Flowers Festival, obscured the sky in Jingdu overnight.

The altar of walking on the sky is a humane weapon of war, and the destruction of more than a dozen cities more than a hundred years ago was just a matter of day and night. This time, all the people of Jingguo vaguely felt that something was wrong.

The whole body of the holy altar is pure white, and the holy brilliance illuminates the earth, becoming more and more intense day by day. The water in the holy pool in the center of the altar gradually decreased, or in other words, it became more solid. At first it was like a translucent colloid, but later it became harder and brighter.

The water in the pool is continuously replenished by the wishing power of the altar of thousands of points, and as soon as it penetrates into the holy pool, it solidifies into white stone.

Within a day, the stone pillar had reached the sky, and even the top could not be seen.

Another day, five hundred disciples from the inner sect offered blood sacrifices at the holy altar to feed the holy pool with their own essence and blood.

The national teacher prayed, and the Holy Ring came.

The Holy Ring is big enough to cover the entire Mirror City, and it continues to expand with the continuous infusion of willpower.

The beam of light after the blood sacrifice can support the holy ring effortlessly, but there is also a certain time limit.

"The wish of all the people is full of wings. The power of walking on the sky is illustrious. With my flesh and blood, I will conquer the southern barbarians!"

The five hundred disciples sang the sacrificial song in unison, and the singing resounded throughout the Dajing Capital City with the expansion of the Holy Ring.

"Fight for my humanity!"

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