Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Tonight, I wonder how many people will be shocked. There are ordinary people, powerful people, and hidden people. If they organize their shocked sentences into a book, they will probably be unable to hit millions of words.

Perhaps just a "dream" can express the core of the mood of many people.

Coupled with the wording "Impossible, are my eyes blurry?", it is more specific.

Everyone is saying such words and expressing such emotions.

This is normal, because everyone has a desire to express their feelings. After seeing something extremely shocked and extremely impossible, they will naturally talk to the people around them to relieve the shock in their hearts.

Tonight, they saw the golden sword lotus covering the sky.

That scene that is impossible to appear in the human world.

Even in mythological stories, there are rarely such concrete and exaggerated images.

No matter where they were, from what angle they saw this scene,

They will all engrave what they see tonight in their minds and will never forget them for life.

This is the first time in everyone's life that in this seemingly ordinary world, there is such a terrifying force. It can determine all life and death with one word, one force can accommodate all riots, and one finger can destroy everything...

This is not based on the accumulation of quantity or the power that can be compensated by all external objects.

But such power is only the power that Xia Ji exerted by one of the "Twenty Secret Treasures". Although there is a secret treasure similar to the "copy" function in his "Twenty Secret Treasures", such power is destined to be used occasionally, and is an unsolvable thing used to directly cut off the cause of the problem at critical moments.

As the finger fell from a hundred eight thousand miles away, the sharp, strange and elongated roar settled.

On Wudang Mountain, the panic atmosphere was settled.

A moment ago...

The old Taoist is turning into a golden cloud, floating in the mountains without any rest.

Other little Taoists either put their acupoints on themselves or were smiling and pulling their swords to commit suicide.

This terrifying scene and this weird feeling make people shudder.

Even if the old Taoist uses all his strength and even if he takes one step, he will use the legendary "shrinking the ground into an inch", he will never be able to save all his disciples.

Many disciples, right in front of him, smiled strangely, stared at him with resentment, roared sharply, and questioned: "You killed me!"

"You are not a good leader!"

"You killed me!"

"Why did you kill me?"

"Why?!!"

The heads were grabbed and thrown at him. The old Taoist had no time to collect their bodies, so he rushed to the next place.

And the head of the man who once called him "the head" hit the cold ground, rolled around for a few times, turning his face full of blood and dust.

But the old Taoist couldn't stop, he couldn't break the game.

He couldn't take action to hurt the Jinying.

He calmly and tried his best to save him.

And finally...

Everything is settled.

When the old Taoist appeared in front of a young Taoist priest who was about to commit suicide and was unable to save him, the young Taoist priest suddenly stopped and stared at the old Taoist who suddenly appeared in a daze, as if he was awakened from a dream.

He exclaimed like a murmur: "Palm...Palm..."

The old Taoist priest nodded, and at the same time, he stretched out his hand and pointed the little Taoist priest's acupoint.

after...

He never felt that there was a suicide again.

The cold and cold feeling that enveloped Wudang dispersed inexplicably and then disappeared without a trace.

The old Taoist hunched his back, turned his head slowly, looked at the golden shadow standing at the mountain gate, and murmured: "It seems that it has been solved..."

Gaze a little,

He seemed to feel something, and his body suddenly floated.

A cloud of smoke flashed by in place,

His figure is already in a very far distance.

The old Taoist waved his long sleeves, arched down in front of the mountain gate, and bowed his head to the golden shadow.

The golden light in the sky disappeared and was collected into the golden shadow, like a solar prominence storm with a flaming sun. After the raging, it returned to calm and returned to the core in the brilliance.

The heaven and earth are darker,

But the old Taoist became more and more respectful, not looking at or asking, but just bowing down.

Everyone was unable to move their acupoints, and he was the only one standing under the mountain gate of the Wudang Arch.

A leisurely and free voice sounded in the world.

"It's over here, and the world will not stay for a long time..."

Although this voice is unspeakable in other people's ears, Xia Ji... just feels that he is shouting in awkwardly.

After all, his miraculous attack is not just for use. Since the problem has been solved, it is time to let himself go to heaven.

His identity as a tiger immortal is too invincible and lonely, and he can no longer tolerate him in the world.

And, the old Taoist's respectful voice came.

"Xiao Daodao Xuanzi, I would like to ask the name of the immortal. In the future, I will offer incense and dare not slackewer."

After saying that, the old Taoist looked up slightly and looked at the golden shadow that had already gathered with awe of worshiping the gods.

Xia Ji:...

Seeing that his master was so respectful, he felt very uncomfortable.

Before, he talked about the Fire De Star Lord, but his senior sister was going to become the palace master of the Divine Fire Palace, and even invited the "Fire De Star Lord's Golden Body". If he talked about it again... Wudang was afraid that he would still have to carve a golden body and establish a palace...

However, if you don't say anything, it won't be considered a break.

what to do?

Think about it briefly.

Xia Ji stretched out his right hand and raised an index finger.

Then he laughed loudly, wanting to leave...

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, looked slightly, looked towards Zixiao Palace in the distance, and said in a faint awkward voice: "Goodbye, fellow Taoist Qing Zhuzi."

The sound spread and fell into the ears of all Wudang disciples.

After saying this, Xia Ji did not hesitate at all. He quickly canceled his account and could not keep it anymore.

Skip away...

So he instantly entered the mustard seed world.

A grain of sand mixed in the countless sands under the mountain gate, and no one would pay attention.

When the wind blows, the sand will go wherever it goes with the wind.

In the world, the light disappeared.

Only in front of the Zixiao Palace in Wudang in the distance were lanterns hanging under the eaves, and the candlelight burning in the palace was shaking out a dim light.

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment. Sure enough, he was not wrong. Qing Zhuzi's Fire Deity Star Lord's seal was probably given by this existence, and Qing Zhuzi was once again confirmed as the reincarnation of the god.

And this god suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly, without any trace.

What is his name...?

The old Taoist thought of the raised index finger and fell into thought.

The index finger indicates "one".

In the golden light, there is a golden "one".

Life is in the Tao.

Then everything comes.

So, did he come from thirty-three days?

The way to create the world is to follow from top to bottom.

The way to practice is to go from bottom to top, which is to reverse.

If you follow the rules, you will die from birth and return to reincarnation.

If you go against it, you will live to death, only seeking immortality.

This way of going against others is mysterious and mysterious, and cannot be understood or pointed out. The old Taoist only has the word "one" in his mind.
To be continued...