In the Flying Pavilion.

Closed doors and windows, the floor was covered with frost.

The two bright moons quietly entered, making flowers near the water, sprinkling with the flowers, grinding with the color of the stone, and vaguely being able to hear the cold sound of nothingness, which was cold and soaked into the bones.

Li Yuanfeng sat upright on the couch, only to see that he was green behind him, the eighth song was raised high, if the mountain was abrupt, rugged and shiny, his eyes were cold, there was a copper coin mark on the eyebrows, his wings were spread, from bottom to top, narrow and long like a knife, the fine and dense seal text was rotating, the glow was brilliant, and he forgot to see it.

At first glance, it looks a little more clear.

Ding dong

When the eighth song and the treasure money merged, all of a sudden, a mysterious and wonderful induction was generated, and in an instant, the power of the invisible magnetic field spread out, with Li Yuanfeng as the center, going in all directions.

Only Li Yuanfeng can see that the power of the magnetic field looks like a tide, but inside, it is the exquisite appearance of hundreds of millions of ghost cars holding the treasure money, especially the wings of money, constantly flapping.

Let's talk about the Lingshu, changed into a magic robe, the bun was half scattered, the person was in the moon halo, raised his head slightly, and spit out the two qi of yin and yang from his mouth and nose, one was clear and the other was turbid, coming and going, and was slapping a jade pot that was not big or small.

Due to his background, although Lingshu acted like a big demon and was unscrupulous, it could be seen that his cultivation was the way of a demon immortal, which was more important than qi and external force, so after seeing the power of the outstanding people of the Xuanmen of Nanzhan Continent, he put the idea of improving his strength on the magic weapon.

Anyway, the magic weapon given by Li Yuanfeng is of extraordinary quality and powerful, as long as he practices Ruyi and runs as one, he will have a little more room to toss and turn when he encounters a strong enemy in the future.

The spirit is engrossed, the yin and yang qi that is swallowed from the nostrils is great, and the wisps of power enter from the mouth of the jade pot, and gradually it is full, and then the patterns on the body of the pot change from dull to bright, and the hexagram becomes lifelike.

But at this time, an invisible magnetic field whistled out from the pavilion, like the wind and clouds, as soon as it arrived, it swept on the small pot, and suddenly the light on the small pot disappeared, became dim again, and then swayed, clicked, and fell to the ground.

The corpse was dumbfounded when he saw the small pot on the ground.

After a while, the corpse sensed it, and found that his hard-won sacrifice had been completely cut off, and his divine will seemed to be dragged into the wind, and he was blown left and right, and he was dizzy.

"This,"

Lingshu looked into the pavilion, and saw that the golden light was shining in the sky, full of color, filling his pupils, he knew that it might be the movement caused by the Nine Desolation Demon Saint, and he didn't dare to say more, so he could only pick up the small pot again, put it in his sleeve, and find a time to practice again.

Not only the corpse, but also the two people in the pavilion, Qingmian and the princess of all saints, were also affected and shocked.

The eighth song fuses the power of the invisible magnetic field caused by the qualitative change of the treasure money, and continues to go outward, and the power that is difficult to see with the naked eye is boiling, filling in time and space.

In the extreme sky, there is a treasure scroll, it looks like only twenty or thirty zhang, it can hide the universe, gather stones into a mountain, drill a rock into a pool, the green bamboo and pine colors reflect each other, the cranes dance, from time to time send out a crisp crane chirping sound, stirring in all directions.

In the very center, there are Hongqiao three or five, arched like a crescent moon, and then descend thousands of silk yarn lanterns, the lights are shining in the air, and there are hanging pearls and emeralds, magnificent.

On the Hongqiao, there are men and women, the men are handsome, the women are beautiful, in pairs, get together, blow the flute and dance music, very relaxed.

The graceful and light song not only tells the love between men and women, but more importantly, the way of yin and yang.

The double cultivation of the Xuanmen Sect is not in the pleasure of the physical body, but in the perfection of the heart and mind.

The two people at the head, also a man and a woman, look very young, the young man wears a crown, wears a unicorn robe, hangs a jade pendant on his waist, his face is like jade, majestic and generous, and the woman is covered with a palace skirt, with exquisite facial features and no flaws, which is a very typical classical lady style.

The two of them were together, talking about the situation in the Tang Dynasty in Nanzhan Buzhou.

Wang Xiangzhi's eyes were quiet, and he glanced at the colleagues on the Hongqiao, and said: "In the Tang Dynasty, the wind is surging, just let them see it, take a look, maybe there will be their own chance." ”

"Hmm. ”

Fairy Qinyun nodded, her hair swayed in front of her cheeks, and her skin became more and more like jade, and said: "Many outstanding disciples in the Xuanmen have come, and they have dealt with each other, and they often sit in the well and watch the sky in the sect. ”

"The disciples in our sect have all gone through multiple tests before they get started, and it is not enough to sit in the well and watch the sky. ”

Wang Xiangzhi smiled at first, then withdrew his smile again, sighed, and said: "But seeing the sages and thinking together, we have to do it, in the past hundred years, our Shizhen Sect has fallen a little behind. ”

The Shizhen Sect is a well-known double cultivation sect, inherited from the Nine Heavens Xuannu lineage, and the roots are very deep, but for some reason, after the era came, the outstanding disciples of other Xuanmen sects sprung up in an endless stream, which made people dazzled, but their Shizhen Sect only had two or three kittens and dogs, and the few were pitiful.

Originally, it was all about the same, but now that the other sects have taken off, only the Shizhen Sect is left to stand still, or even retreat, which is really embarrassing.

"Perhaps,"

Fairy Qinyun didn't know why, and suddenly thought of an elegant and lonely figure, in the middle of the moon, dancing, smiling lightly, and said: "It is the luck in the door that gathers on Senior Sister Chu alone, unlike other sects where the rain and dew are evenly wet." ”

"Senior Sister Chu,"

When Wang Xiangzhi heard these three words, he was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe what you said makes sense, and it depends on Senior Sister Chu in the door." ”

Fairy Qinyun was just about to continue talking, the two of them suddenly sensed something, raised their heads at the same time, looked outside, and saw that as soon as the power of the invisible magnetic field appeared, it spread into the treasure scroll, and the carefully crafted flying magic weapon in the sect could not be stopped, allowing it to sweep in, and everywhere it went, there were whirlpools one after another.

As for the magic weapon in the hands of the disciples of the Shizhen School on the Hongqiao, whether it is the baoqin, the ribbon is also, or the hole flute, the flute, the magic sword, etc., etc., all those who are limited to the outside are the light on the surface after three or five times, and then fall into silence, and the same as the golden lamp, crackling and falling to the ground.

"Oops,"

"Oops,"

"It hurts,"

“......”

Not only did the magic weapon fall to the ground and lose its induction, but the disciples of the Shizhen Sect on Hongqiao lost their induction at the same time as the magic weapon, and their divine thoughts were like being cut by a knife, which hurt very much.

Suddenly, on the Hongqiao, the male disciples lost their voices, and the female disciples muttered.

"What's going on?"

Wang Xiangzhi and Qinyun Fairy also felt that an invisible force had invaded and wanted to erase their sacrifice to their magic sword, but fortunately, the two of them had cultivated extraordinary, and after the combination, they had the ability to be not inferior to the immortals, so they were caught off guard and resisted the invisible magnetic force, and then their faces changed color.

"Let's go out. ”

Wang Xiangzhi found that what was even worse was that this invisible magnetic force was emitted, which directly blurred the connection between Wang Xiangzhi and the treasure scroll, and the flying magic weapon was uncontrollable, which was terrible.

"From. ”

Wang Xiangzhi and Qinyun Fairy broke off and shouted, each exerting their magical powers, condensing into a big yin and yang lotus, with a fragrant fragrance, wrapping the same door, and jumping out into the gangfeng.

The Gangfeng that split their heads and covered their faces came over, making both of them feel uncomfortable, and they also watched as they saw that the various magic weapons that were cut off by invisible magnetic force had no support and kept falling.

It's a lot of losses.

Li Yuanfeng didn't know that the power caused by the fusion of the eighth song and the treasure money caused by the pond fish was in trouble, and he was raising his head at this time and looking in the direction of Chang'an City, where the Buddha was full of light and the sky was full of polar earth, and the golden cicada was about to take the stage to preside over the festival.

After the puja, the golden cicada will receive the treasure given by the Buddha brought by Guanyin Bodhisattva, and then officially go to the west to learn the scriptures.

It's just that somehow, this festival is so loud?

What's going on?

Li Yuanfeng groaned slightly, and his mind moved, letting Bai Yan carry Feige on his back and take a closer look.