come down.

Continuously falling.

Liu Yuanzheng's thoughts were transformed into a sea of ​​endless clouds and kept falling downwards. The bitter wind swept through. At first, the boy still realized the biting coldness, but with the change of time, the boy's consciousness began to become blurred in the rapid wind.

Finally, the boy's illusion was shattered, and only a trace of spiritual light disappeared into the white clouds.

With a very short change, Liu Yuan seemed to have a very long dream.

When he woke up from his dream, Liu Yuanzheng felt the extremely real touch again, no longer watching the flowers in the fog or watching the moon in the water.

A ray of thought of him returned to the spiritual platform.

The boy opened his eyes in a daze, but it was still the wide vestibule on Yue Ting Peak.

But when the boy cut out this thought, it was still dawn in the morning, but the sun was setting and the red clouds were everywhere.

The experience of this day made the boy feel like a dream and feel deeply moved.

He seemed to have lost his speech for a moment, pursed his lips, and his face was still filled with a numbness in shock, and stood up in a daze.

Looking around, all the practitioners on the huge jade altar were in their ordinary postures.

Everyone looked at each other and looked at the expressions on the faces of others, as if they were looking in the mirror.

Suddenly, someone grinned blankly, and then more people laughed like this.

There were bursts of laughter on the jade altar, and Liu Yuan was turning his head to look into the Taoist hall. At some point, the figures of the head of An Wenzi and the elders of the four sects disappeared.

Looking at the end of the jade altar, the expressions of the Baiyang Zen practitioners here were also very wonderful. They said that they were like dreams, but everything that happened in the fairyland was truly imprinted in their memories.

The last storm of the Dan Banquet made Baiyang Zen Buddhism feel a huge force in his heart, and he didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

Zen Master Jinghai's face became increasingly compassionate, as if she was thinking about some scenes that she couldn't bear to say or see.

Just as he was looking around, at some point, Zong An Daozi had already walked to Liu Yuanzheng's side, and behind him were the two Daozis, Zong Lin and Zong Guang.

Seeing Liu Yuanzheng's gaze, Zong An Daozi smiled and reached out to pat the boy on the shoulder.

"There is no need to wait for the alchemy banquet to reward you. After that, elders will pile up five-color altars to bring us the gifts we have obtained. It will be delivered to you and me in these few days.

Yuan Yi, at this moment, you should go back to your residence and go into seclusion for a moment. What you see and hear in the Dan Banquet is very mysterious. Don’t wait until your memory is blurred and you regret it!

There is also the immortal scripture that others are hard to say. We four can search for one day to discuss what we have gained here.”

After all, he was a personal preacher with a profound level of practice. Taoist Zong An seemed to have completely come back to his senses and felt in a daze.

Listening to Zong An Daozi's voice, Liu Yuanzheng woke up little by little. He responded respectfully when he heard this. He followed everyone down Yue Ting Peak, and then said no further words.

...

Back mountain, Chengdao Peak.

In the Great Dao Hall, only Master An Wenzi and Master Yuandao were there. They sat cross-legged in the center of the hall. At this moment, it was Master An Wenzi who said something and showed his attitude towards Master Yuandao to ask for advice.

In a moment ago, Master An Wenzi had carefully reposted the events that happened during the Dan Banquet to the old master Yuandao.

In the place, the old real man opened his eyes tiredly. In his old and turbid eyes, there seemed to be a Nine Palace God Seal turning into colorful light, flashing away.

"So, have you recorded all the "Guiyuan Leixia Jing"?"

Upon hearing this, Master An Wenzi nodded, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just looked embarrassed.

Seeing the change in the expression of the leader An Wenzi, the old man nodded with clarity, "It seems that after hearing the ancient immortals' sermons, you have made a great progress. Guiyuan, Guiyuan, Yin and Yang merge into chaos, and it is also Guiyuan. I think this will save you from the thousand-year hard work. Before the sermon, Songhe Ancient Immortal mentioned me? It seems that this scripture is also told to me, and someone wants to urge me to ascend."

The old master Yuandao said it plainly, and the face of Master An Wenzi suddenly changed, "Old Ancestor?"

"What? After experiencing this experience today, you haven't seen it clearly?"

"The disciple just saw a rough outline, so naturally he was not as real as the ancestor. I hope the ancestor will give me some advice."

The old real man nodded, stretched out his hand, and pointed his finger in the air.

"The truth is the dependence of good and bad. Many changes in the world are disasters for some people, but for others, it is fate. When luck turns over, some people will never be restored, so naturally some people will rise up.

Eliminate the Zen, which was a cause and effect that the ancient Xuanmen had long been determined. Therefore, the Buddha's kingdom in the upper realm was destroyed, which made the fortunes of the Buddha sect weak. However, only by cutting off the Buddhist traditions in the human world can it be considered to be a way to eliminate the roots.

This is the fate of destroying Buddha and completely breaking the cause and effect of the fortune of the ancient Xuanmen! The general trend is surging, and all the practitioners of the Xuanmen are among them. I don’t know how many people can pass through the disaster, attain enlightenment, and even achieve the holy position of the immortal king!

When the disaster comes and the saint comes out, the ancient immortals in the upper realm will not be able to sit still with such an opportunity! Now it seems that the ancient immortals of Songhe will come first and cause trouble. For us, today is the beginning of the disaster.

But for the ancient immortals of Songhe, he was able to enter the field first from the ancient immortals of the Immortal Land. I think he had already made a move a long time ago. This game of chess has been put to the middle of the game and is just waiting to be finished.

For all the cultivators in the human world, the disaster is confusing, and for the ancient immortals of Songhe, the general situation has been achieved and the situation is clear. This is the first situation of excessive disasters, so as to seek the Taoist career of the immortal king!”

While speaking, the old master Yuandao's hand lightly tapped in the void, as if such a game of chess really appeared in front of the old master.

"I dare to ask the ancestor, why did he do the first scene of this disaster?"

"Well, although the escape from the West has declined for a long time, the centipede insect died without being stiff. It is not a matter of destruction of Buddha's death in one go. Moreover, there are now signs of Buddha's evil and demons collusion, which can move the whole body with one blow.

Therefore, the fate of destroying Buddhas is a great disaster. The only thing that can be left to the ancient immortals of Songhe is this first game! He chose Baiyang Zen as the reason, so he would preach the Thunder Sutra in the alchemy banquet, which is the benefit of our sect.

Because the matter is traced back to the source, it will fall into the case of the demon fox. If you use the Baiyang Zen Buddhism as an article, you can never avoid my sect. However, the thunder scriptures are also for me. The ancient immortal is talking about me. Either you understand the immortal scriptures, save yourself from practicing hard for the ages and ascend to the ground, or you cannot take action to intervene in the first scene of this disaster, so as not to make things difficult for the ancient immortals."

As Master Yuandao said this, Master An Wenzi's expression calmed down. For a moment, Master Yuandao seemed to have thought a lot.

"Since that's the case, what's the charter this first game?"

Upon hearing this, the old master Yuan Dao was stunned at first, and then glanced at Master An Wenzi, "Didn't it be drawn in the alchemy banquet?"

In the same place, Master An Wenzi showed a sudden realization.

After a while, the head of the tutor left.

In the Taoist Hall, the turbid eyes of the old master Yuan Dao stared at the red clouds all over the sky.

"The stream clouds first rise and sink to the pavilion, and the storm is about to come and the wind fills the building."

"It's not the time, it's not the time..."
Chapter completed!