Rushing!

The breeze is blowing, the purple leaves are swaying, the purple bamboos are standing like swords, and the mountains are like flags, guarding the overseas spiritual mountains!

Wu Ming's eyes flickered, he stepped forward quickly, grabbed a purple bamboo and uprooted it, quickly put it into the dragon's clothes, hurriedly bundled his clothes again, looked around from the corner of his eyes to make sure that there was no one, and stretched out his evil hands to Zizhu again.

The sun rises, the sunset rests, looking from afar, Wu Ming is like an old farmer harvesting fruits, tireless, cheerful and energetic hands and used like wheels, the purple bamboo forest where he passed was hit by the seedlings, and a large open space soon appeared, the corners of his mouth almost grinned to the back of his ears, and there was a trace of crystal saliva hanging on it.

If there is a person with strong divine sense here, he must be able to see that although his eyes are bright, they have no focal length, and his pupils are dilated, which is a sign of distraction!

"No...... right"

I don't know how long it took, Wu Ming's eyes suddenly became clear, and he looked around in shock, there should have been an open space behind him, but it was still full of purple, and the purple bamboos were swaying in the wind, as if beckoning, more like a silent mockery.

"Whew!"

Wu Ming closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and the soul in the sea of consciousness came out with wisps of golden light, and there was an image of a dragon, his eyes opened and closed, the golden light burst out, and there was a dragon shadow roaring in the depths of his pupils, and the purple light scattered everywhere he went, revealing the purple bamboo forest again!

"I see!"

Looking at the hundreds of purple bamboos pulled out of the dragon clothes, they were bamboo leaves, and the corners of Wu Ming's mouth flashed with a wry smile, after all, the Tao was too shallow.

Zizhu Island is an overseas spiritual mountain, which is as famous as Penglai in the East China Sea, but the difference is that Penglai Immortal Sect founded a sect, but Zizhu Island is only a hermitage for this Bodhisattva.

And the island's specialty purple bamboo, is a piece of heaven and earth spiritual roots, nourished by the sea veins, countless branches, ordinary ten-year-old purple bamboo, it is comparable to the spirit soldier, a hundred years is the Xuan soldier, a thousand years of treasure soldiers, ten thousand years of Taoist weapons!

It is rumored that the spiritual root of heaven and earth is extraordinary, and the holy power is immeasurable, and Zizhu Island was also born, just like a realm, when it was coveted by the Dragon Palace of the South China Sea, it never thought that the Buddha Bodhisattva was born, and it will be owned by it from then on.

How can such treasures be readily available?

Rao is Wu Ming is extraordinary, and he was also blinded by Baoguang, it was definitely not a deliberate layout, but just a simple treasure that touched people's hearts!

"The younger generation is offended, please ......"

Wu Ming straightened his clothes, bowed and saluted, and before he finished speaking, a purple light appeared in front of him.

Airplanes!

The thickness of a bucket, the length of nine zhang, and the purple bamboo with nine hundred and eighty-one sections appear silently.

"It's ......"

Wu Ming's pupils shrank, he groaned slightly, and thanked him again, "Thank you Bodhisattva for the treasure!"

Airplanes!

Unexpectedly, before the words fell, Zizhu trembled, and shook it as if it was displeased, making a whining sound!

"The kid doesn't know the fairy face, and he is ashamed to receive the fairy gift!"

No matter how stupid Wu Ming was, he knew that this must have been a gift from the legendary Heaven and Earth Spirit Root, the Innate Purple Bamboo Spirit.

Airplanes!

The purple bamboo in the sky swayed, and the purple light shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a few moments, it turned into a three-foot-long, thin-handed, nine-section bamboo sword like a divine soldier.

Different from ordinary blades, the bamboo sword has no edge, the whole body is rounded, only the joints are convex, countless blades form the sword jaw, the end root system is like a coiling dragon, and the top is sharp like a sword tip!

The most eye-catching thing is that there are cloud patterns flickering on the sword body from time to time, and there seems to be great power to restrain it, which is natural!

Wu Ming frowned, but instead of the slightest joy, he had a little more hesitation, almost worry.

Dao Yun is natural, bamboo sword soldier!

This is a Dao sword transformed by a 10,000-year-old purple bamboo!

"It's hard to do!"

Wu Ming secretly thought in his heart, but his face was full of joy and he held the purple bamboo sword, which made his complexion change greatly, the moment he touched the bamboo sword, the purple light on it was like electricity, lingering around his fingertips, crackling.

Burst!

Wu Mingru was hit hard, his whole body trembled, and he watched as a drop of pale golden red blood appeared on his fingertips, and a pop exploded at the tip of the sword.

Rise!

The blood mist was filled, the dragon roared arrogantly, and under the traction of the purple light, the blood mist flashed into a blood-golden swimming dragon and submerged into the tip of the sword, and a trace of blood appeared along the sword body, reaching the handle.

There was a fine crushing sound, but the countless bamboo leaves at the jaw of the sword seemed to come to life, waving in the wind, going up along the sword body, and the purple light bloomed, turning into a purple-gold blade, which made people dare not look directly!

"Good stuff!"

Wu Ming silently felt the feeling of blood connection born out of thin air, and with a movement of his heart, the purple gold brilliance rose again, and the bamboo leaves silently retreated to the sword jaw, and then disappeared from his fingertips in a flash, appearing in his life.

There, there is a dragon horn like a mountain, and there is a sword and a sword on each of the two branches, which are the Cold Moon Sword and the Dragon Fall Sword!

The appearance of the purple bamboo sword made the two bloom together, the cold rainbow was like the moon, and the cold light was like blood, reflecting each other, but it couldn't resist the brilliance of the purple bamboo sword, and it was slowly distributed, and finally hung between the two horns!

The lines on the double horns seem to come to life, constantly swimming, making a fine rustling sound, making the light of the three sharps, constantly submerging into it, and feeding back, so that the cycle repeats, and the breath is enhanced little by little!

"Hey!"

Wu Ming sighed secretly, reorganized his clothes and bowed to the purple bamboo forest, and went straight to the top of the mountain.

got a Heavenly Dao Sword out of thin air, not only did he not have the slightest joy, but he became heavier and heavier, but there was still indescribable joy on his face, which was really contradictory and depressing!

It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided!

As soon as he thought of this, Wu Ming's footsteps became more and more brisk, and the joy on his face became more real, enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way, as if playing in the mountains and rivers, until the depths of the purple bamboo forest, in front of a bamboo building with a lotus pond.

"Hey, when I said goodbye, it was a pity, I couldn't sleep at night, I never thought that I would see Fairy Lan here today!"

The two women in the lotus pond were dressed in sackcloth monk robes, but it was difficult to hide their natural beauty, Wu Ming recognized at a glance that it was Sister Lan Xinhui, and couldn't help but whistle.

"Master Wu, the Buddha Gate is pure, and you can't make times!"

Lan Xinhui got up slowly, her beautiful eyes were as clear as water, she saluted with a double ten-in-eleven salute, and proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Amitabha!"

"You ......"

What made Wu Ming's expression stunned was that Lan Xinhui wore the brim of the bhikshuni monk's hat on his head, and the green silk was missing.

I never thought that this famous exquisite goddess of the Great Song Dynasty and even the famous Shenzhou would really become a monk.

Even if he seems to be a person who is as sincere as iron and stone, when he thinks of such a peerless strange woman, who will have the Muyu method in her hand in the future, and often accompany the ancient Buddha of the green light, she can't help but feel sorry for a while, and there is no admiration, more of a trace of annoyance for no reason.

It seems that such a strange woman should bloom in Shenzhou and leave a strong stroke, why should she keep it for a lifetime?

"Hey, even if the fairy has a Buddha in his heart, why not make hundreds of millions of men in Shenzhou sigh!"

Wu Ming sighed sincerely.

"The donor's words are serious!"

Lan Xinhui's head drooped slightly, and she said, "Don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself!"

Wu Ming was stunned and looked at Lan Xinhui in a daze.

"Dengzi!"

Lan Xinsu snorted lightly in displeasure, and looked at Wu Ming with some confusion.

I don't know if it's because Wu Ming only has his sister in his eyes and ignores her sister, or because Wu Ming offended Lan Xinhui.

"Sister Ling has a good life, and she will always accompany the green light ancient Buddha and stay for a lifetime, and you don't know how to stop you, who is a sister?"

Wu Ming shouted.

"Huh?"

Lan Xinsu was stunned, as if she was frightened by this half-truth, and said aggrievedly, "My sister...... Master Huiyue...... Hey!"

"The donor must have something important to do here, so why stay here?"

Lan Xinhui said lightly.

"Excuse me!"

Wu Ming hugged his fists, lifted the hem of his clothes, climbed the bamboo tower, and inadvertently glanced deeply at the shadow that was enough to make any man dream, and then lifted the curtain and entered.

"Sister!"

Lan Xinsu choked, her shoulders trembled slightly, and hidden tears fell into the water, setting off faint ripples.

"Amitabha!"

Lan Xinhui clasped her hands together, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and silently picked lotus flowers, her moon-like face was reflected in the water, even if there were ripples, it was difficult to hide the peerless beauty.

"After the end of school, I entered Wu Ziming, met the Bodhisattva, thank the Bodhisattva for suppressing the demon shark and saving the boy!"

When he arrived in the building, he didn't wait to see the situation inside, Wu Ming clenched his fists and shook it to the end.

"Do you have a grudge in your heart?"

The cold and sympathetic sound of warmth rose, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, clear and pleasant.

"Don't dare!"

"Don't you dare?"

"It's not the kid who has a grudge in his heart, but the people of Yazhou!"

Wu Ming frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

"Giggles, listen to this kid's words, say that he is exquisite, and he is causing trouble everywhere, saying that he is palpitating and cunning, but there is a demon robbery, in my opinion, my sister might as well accept him as an apprentice, it is better than him causing trouble again!"

The silver bell-like smile is like a spring breeze, which makes people's hearts sway.

"You are ......"

Wu Ming looked up in amazement, but saw two women who couldn't see their faces sitting opposite each other, one of them could be seen wearing a golden wisp of xiaxia, extravagant, and the other woman was indifferent like a lotus flower in the pool, not fighting or grabbing, out of the mud without staining, stunned to wear a sackcloth monk robe out of the sense of independence of the world!

"Buddhism is quiet and inactive, this son is not pure, how can I enter my Buddhism?"

The woman shook her head indifferently, fiddling with the tea cup, her slender jade fingers were as white and flawless as lotus roots, which made people dare not have the slightest charming thought.

"Boy Meng Lang, my unintentional move disturbed the Bodhisattva's cultivation, and I ask the Bodhisattva to forgive my sins!"

Wu Ming didn't know that this woman was the Bodhisattva of Takijing who shocked the South China Sea and made the water tribe dare not cross the thunder pond for half a step, nor did he dare to delve into the identity of another woman, so he immediately bowed his head and bowed deeply.

"Before you stepped into Yazhou, you were planning the Nangong family, this is a step-by-step plan, a way of deep calculation, how can it be called an unintentional Meng Lang's move?"

Takijing Bodhisattva said indifferently, without the meaning of blame, but it implied the power of heaven, which made people bow down.

"I ...... Whoa!"

Wu Ming's heart was shocked, and he almost blurted out his truest thoughts, but fortunately, at the last moment, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and only woke up with severe pain.

Words follow the law, Shengwei Tiancheng!

It's just that the bite is too hard, half of the tongue is almost bitten off, and the corners of the mouth overflow with wisps of red blood, which is extremely dazzling.

The noble and extraordinary woman suddenly put down the teacup and made a clanging sound!

"What's the name of the sword?"

The Bodhisattva seems to be unconscious.

"Sword ...... Nine...... Nine Tribulations...... Sword!"

The corners of Wu Ming's mouth were bleeding and indistinct, and he slowly stood up straight while inhaling cold air.

Thundered!

Before the words fell, the purple bamboo sword in the fate was blooming, and the Dao rhyme soared, penetrating the void, causing the wind and clouds above Zizhu Island to change color, and the thunder was overwhelming!