New White Snake Asking Immortals

The fragrant grass is long and the green willows are long, and the double swallows return.

There are many tombs and new mounds on the slopes of the grassland. All the disciples who died in battle are buried in this peaceful mountain, regardless of their level of cultivation. Practitioners have dreamed of leaving the world for a hundred years. Huashan is the final destination of monk Chunyang.

At this time, what Chunyang pursues is still ashes return to ashes, there are not too many complicated rules, and ordinary people are no different from ordinary people.

All were buried before the sun rose this morning, the first time in countless years that the Pure Yang Palace suffered heavy losses...

Sacrifice the mountain and inform the world.

Entering the earth, heaven and man are separated forever.

The cuckoo is empty and the bird is calling, the tits are chirping and jumping around on the tree, Bai Yujun sits on the boulder on the hillside where wild flowers are blooming, watching the family's burial, holding up the wine gourd, drinking a few sips of rice wine, and raising her hand to stroke it. long hair.

Bai Yujun is a flood dragon, so he can't get too close to the funeral, or he will easily bump into the soul of the dead, so he can only stand far away to say goodbye.

He raised the wine gourd and poured wine in front of him three times. All he could do now was to improve the feng shui of the cemetery and bless them devoutly. He would pay the utmost respect to his comrade Bai Yujun who died in battle.

The funeral was very simple and peaceful, with pear blossoms falling like snow, sprinkled with new mounds...

"Let's go, I wish you peace and happiness, and I will climb Shenhua Mountain and return to Chunyang in the next life."

Not everyone can get the blessing of the dragon, but anyone who gets the blessing will improve their fate and have many benefits. Even the dragon has a little bit of dragon nature. At present, it is the best blessing in this world. There are few people in the world who receive the blessing of the dragon. There are very few of them, and most of them are cursed viciously by a certain dragon.

He casually brushed the loose strands of hair in front of his eyes and behind his ears, poured the wine again and found that the gourd was empty.

Shrugged and continued to sit in a daze.

The best friend of the deceased was weeping and crying in front of the grave, heartbroken, even a practitioner cannot escape the human nature and cannot erase this vulgarity, does non-human fireworks really exist?

Perhaps, this is the purpose of practicing hard, no longer bound by death, to live freely and be a god.

Sitting on the top of the boulder, there is a phantom of a white flood dragon lying behind his head. The head of the phantom flood dragon changes with the movements of a certain white. Wherever a certain white looks, the white flood dragon also makes corresponding movements. .

The dead are buried,

The same door left the hillside and returned to the mountain gate, Bai Yujun flew lightly to the height of Mount Hua.

Return to Qingxu Palace.

Take a few quick steps to relieve the inertia brought by the landing. I have nothing to do every day and wait for the next big event in Chunyang. I have no interest in meditating and practicing. I just want to sleep or run around. I just want to wait for Chu Zhe to be the head and return to Nanhuang. Shenhua Mountain is too boring Anyway, at present, there will be no war between the two religions for at least a thousand years.

As for the changes in the Central Plains, it has nothing to do with Bai, just go ahead and don't harm Nanhuang.

Inexplicably, the old peach tree on Xiandao on the top of Zuowang Peak became different. Young disciples often gathered under the tree for the sake of good luck, and more because they wanted to understand the secret of becoming a real person.

Many stories happened under the tree of the future master and he also succeeded in enlightenment. Everyone remembers the peach petals that suddenly appeared when the future master broke through that day...

Reminiscent of the many rumors between the future master and Jiao Nu, the young disciples felt itchy, especially the romantic lace news of the high-ranking ones, which made people want to stop.

Just like the current mentality of many people in the Central Plains, Snake Girl may not be accepted by the world, but Jiao Girl is definitely popular.

A certain Bai was too lazy to answer, and began to spend his days sleeping, curled up on the bed and entered a dormant state...

...

A temple in the south.

The once resplendent temples are now dilapidated, beams and pillars collapsed, gods and statues are broken and bloodstained everywhere...

In the hall filled with the smell of ashes and charcoal, Huang Zhao, who was missing an arm, tried his best to get close to the corner, his expression panicked and trembling. It's broken, especially the King of Wisdom has become mentally ill!

Afraid, afraid that the Eagle Clan in Fengleiya of the Southern Wilderness would find him and demand a duel.

It didn't understand, couldn't figure out why his father, who was a demon king in the stage of transformation into a god, was defeated by those demon commanders. He hated those low-blooded eagle clans in his heart, but he was extremely afraid and dared not leave the temple.

In the main hall, King Wisdom was going crazy, Huang Zhao couldn't understand what he was talking about...

"Who am I! Who am I?"

"I am the King of Wisdom? Yes, I am the King of Wisdom, but is it true? Who is the King of Wisdom?"

"No! Who are you!"

The roar echoed endlessly in the empty hall, and the broken golden statue looked down on the madness of the King of Wisdom, with a expressionless and compassionate face. Huang Zhao didn't think the god was alive, because it never performed the so-called miracles and didn't say anything. After a word, even if someone smashes it, there is no expression. There is only myself and an old lunatic in this hall.

Frightened and sad, my father said before he left that he would help him grow his wings again, but now no one cares.

Western religion has suffered heavy losses since the defeat of Shenhua Mountain. More than half of the casualties in the Yuanying stage and Jindan stage were injured. Their strength was greatly reduced. The fall of Mount Hua has witnessed the decline of Western religions, and it has become a laughing stock.

Only when I returned to the Southland did I find out that the old nest suffered heavy losses, countless temples were damaged, assets were looted, and disciples of the disciples died and scattered. If the loss can be recovered by defeating Chunyang Palace, the idea is very unrealistic.

Many people wake up like a dream, knowing that they overestimated the power of the sect and thought that others would not dare to disturb them. Who knows that there are many people in the world who are not afraid of the Western sect, especially Nan Huang who doesn't care about the power of the Central Plains at all.

After returning, King Wisdom went crazy.

"Yu Rong! You must be lying to me! You think you can drive me crazy with this method? You're dreaming!"

Huang Zhao wanted to say that the real person had already succeeded, but he didn't dare to speak out for safety reasons. Now that he lost a wing and his speed was greatly reduced, he couldn't cause trouble like before.

Suddenly, Huang Zhao heard footsteps at the door!

The footsteps are very light, I feel very polite and educated, step by step...

The burnt-yellow, pitch-black broken curtains and prayer flags swayed, and Huang Zhao's eagle eyes could only see someone walking barefoot under the curtains. Just seeing a pair of feet made him feel at ease and relaxed, and his heart was no longer afraid or anxious.

After being burned by the fire, the dark hall suddenly became brighter, and the soft light diffused to illuminate the statue.

The old King of Wisdom, who was mentally shocked and became crazy, turned around suddenly, stared at the figure behind the curtain flying wildly with bright eyes, and roared loudly with chaotic breath in his hand.

"Who are you! This is mine! I am the King of Wisdom!"

After the roar, there was silence, and those feet were still walking forward, as if they were about to push away the curtain of prayer flags and appeared in front of them. Then, Huang Zhao heard the most peaceful voice in the world, full of magnetism.

"Yes, you are the King of Wisdom, but you are not the King of Wisdom, true or false is not important."

The old Wisdom King tried his best to tilt his body to see who was behind the shaking prayer flags. The other party was pretending to be a ghost, but he couldn't use his cultivation to see his face clearly. It's different, all I feel at this moment is boundless fear...

"Who are you...! Come out!"

After the fire, the broken prayer flags parted, and a young monk came out...

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