Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure Chapter 231: 230.229.1
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The magic fetus has recently grown to the size of a five-year-old child. After a battle on the river, his identity was washed clean in the water. Now it looks red with red lips and white teeth, cute and cute, which is very pleasant to see.
Dao Master Yuan and Dao Master Ming, who are connected with Heaven, are a little helpless with him.
The ability of this magic fetus is too weird and can measure people's hearts. They are good people, but this magic fetus has a natural perception of bad luck and can always escape the catastrophe at critical times. They chased them for a few days. Except for the spread of evil, it has no effect.
They had already tried their best to overestimate this magic tire, but they didn't want to underestimate it in the end.
In the current situation, it is difficult to ride a tiger.
If you keep consuming it like this, it's not a solution, but if you just pull your hands and let the devil fetus disappear, then half of the sins caused by the devil fetus in the future will be counted on them.
Even if they are immortal and immortal, the sin will always be confessed to the descendants of the descendants. The way of heaven is not a clear existence of rewards and punishments. The sins it brings have always been honors and honors. One loss is damaged, just like Daxuan went retrograde back then, doing whatever he wanted, and finally collapsed, Heaven did not pay attention to those Daxuan people, a catastrophe, the human luck was greatly damaged, and the population was not alive, and it only slowed down for a thousand years. Come on. At the same time, population is also the key to the luck of the human race. Without people, there are thousands of methods for those great xuan remnants, and there is no way to gather people and immortals. They can only be slaughtered by Taoism.
And they are now, just like Daxuan thousands of years ago. If this demon fetus can't be stopped, the fear of the world's cultivators for the three main gates will collapse in an instant, and the children of the people will suffer. The conspiracy that comes will be a thousand and a hundred times the previous one, plus the enmity that was forgotten before recklessly, if a bad one is not good, there will be a scourge of destruction.
Ming Dao Master and Yuan Dao Master looked at each other, and both called Daxuan Qingxiao in their hearts at the same time. According to the agreement, he should complete the preparations for the enchanting demon formation and let them lead the demon to the past, but why there is no movement.
Divine consciousness spread, and Luo Qingxiao's response was quickly received. The other party just said one thing, and was seriously injured when he encountered the master of Xing Dao.
This caught them by surprise. When they were about to discuss countermeasures, they saw Feng Qingxiu, who was on the sidelines, suddenly pressing her chest and quickly leaving the field.
I should have gone to see the Xing Dao master, and the two Dao masters understood in their hearts.
Then the line of sight fell back to the demon fetus.
"What's the use of seeing me?" The kid was holding a bun that he got from nowhere. It was swollen with blisters, and he was holding it curiously, feeling the feeling of eating. It was very strange and weird. Feel, but not annoying.
"He's gone, can you consider joining us?" The Lord of Heavenly Path asked suddenly, and then as if thinking of something, he threw a packet of pastries from the white jade bracelet, "This, count me, please It’s more delicious than steamed buns."
The Demon Tire took the cake, glanced at it blankly, opened it curiously, took a bite, and instantly narrowed his eyes, quickly throwing away the steamed bun.
"Then, let's talk." Holding the pastry, he said while eating.
As he was talking, he saw another person who was hurt and not seen, appeared not far away.
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Feng Qingxiu received the call from the master, so she let go of the magic tire and hurried over.
Fortunately, Anfeng's main tragedy was just the beginning. With a few tricks, Feng Qingxiu took the demon from that day and broke the tragedy.
An Xian, who came back slowly, shook her head and glanced at Yang Yinyin who was looking sour. She coughed slightly uncomfortably. Turning her head to the side, she saw the young man nailed to the mountain wall. Memories, naturally know that this is the culprit of the year.
But at this time, this person has no soul, leaving nothing but a shell, even if he is cut through thousands of times, it is useless.
She stepped forward and took the sword off, the body slid to the ground, and the arm was released, revealing a snow-white little rabbit. An Xian took a closer look and saw that the rabbit was just a doll with a skeleton in a rabbit leather case. After all, he stopped watching, but turned around and returned the long sword to the head, and then knelt down to apologize.
This time she was too impulsive. She left the shelter of the Golden Crow before she fell into Luo Qingxiao's hands. It was because of her bravery that she caused such a big trouble to Yang Yuyin. Please forgive me and help them. Thank you.
Naturally no one will blame her.
Yang Yuyin even said helplessly: "Don't worry, I don't need you to pay for the medicine for the young woman."
"No, I should pay for it, I will not excuse me!" An Xian said with a sense of righteousness, and quickly went through this immortal cave mansion in a few laps.
But this cave is actually poorer than her Jianfeng, and apart from some tea sets and flowers, there is nothing of value at all.
……
So An Xian went and hit the wall with a punch. The peak collapsed and buried the entire cave together with the only one.
After discussing, they thought that they should return to the Central Continent sooner to treat Yang Yuyin's injuries, but An Xian's sword really hurt his heart, and the fighting power at this moment is almost zero.
An Xian also hurts the soul because of exorcism. At this moment, the soul is unstable, so he needs to use a special medicine pill to stabilize the soul. In fact, An Xian feels that with his resilience, it can be used for a few days without any pill. She has no right to speak, she can only listen to something.
Yang Yuyin's injury was serious, so they had to let go of the demon fetus first and take him and An Xian back to heal their injuries.
With the Lord of Kun-Lai, they can go back much faster than when they came.
At this time, Haicheng’s other courtyard was also very nervous. When I saw the master brother Yang, Brother Yang came back, he also brought the head and the first disciple. They were very excited. Many people who wanted to come and watch the head up close, let The goblin was forced out.
After that, the disciples began to report on recent events.
From the day when Senior Brother Yang chased Baiyue and left, there were suddenly many more enchanted monks in Zhongzhou. Some were directly beheaded, and some were sent by relatives and friends to the Little Kun-Lai Hospital for medical treatment.
God’s soul into the devil is extremely difficult to cure. Medical practitioners have studied for a long time and cured one, but this time-consuming and labor-intensive treatment of elixirs is difficult to promote.
But the monks who came to seek medical treatment couldn't wait. There were several medical disturbances in a row. If it weren't for the formation of support, I'm afraid there will be a big battle.
They decided to change their way of thinking. After a few days of research, the medical practitioners really used their talents one by one, and it really made them think of a way.
Money is not with mortals.
Mortals have no power. Once they become useless, the magical mind will leave automatically.
So they abolished the cultivation level of these monks, no matter whether they were Yuan Ying or transforming gods.
Then they waited for them to wake up, and then sew up his damaged meridians. As long as they were supplemented with a pill, they would soon be able to recover.
But within a few days, the situation in Central Continent deteriorated rapidly.
There are more and more monks who have become enchanted, and they often hurt others. Even if there is a big formation, there are too few Kun-Lai disciples in the other courtyard. If there is not a monkfish, it will be difficult to control the situation.
"Head, Central Continent is chaotic, should we continue to stay?" Yang Yinyin looked a little tired, and said seriously, "We are letting our disciples experience good, but now the situation in Central Continent is too chaotic, I am afraid it will not be a hundred years old. , Can’t calm down."
The monster released too many demon, and it will definitely be impossible to deal with it for a while.
"Xiaoqing, what do you think?"
Feng Qingxiu thought for a while, then said: "One year has come, or else, let's change the group."
Yang Yuyin nodded in satisfaction: "Then I will make arrangements."
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In the dense forests of the mountains, a group of old and young monks who drag their families and take their mouths are building some temporary shelters under the cover of towering old trees.
All of them looked haggard and low morale. They seemed to have not washed their shirts for more than ten days, and they were all muddy wrinkles.
After a while, the tree house was almost built. The young monk in the lead took out a bottle of pill, carefully divided out a few pills, and let the accompanying monks take it down.
"Father," a round-faced teenager raised his head, with lingering fear in his eyes, "It's been several days, how long can we get to Haicheng?"
"It's still early," the headed youth whispered, "how far we have gone, not so fast!"
"But, without real yuan, we are just a little stronger ordinary people," the young man said aggrievedly, "Little Kun-Lai Sea City is so far away, how long do we have to walk? It's better to pull out the lock pulse needle. Fly over..."
"Shut up!" The young man glared at him, "How many times have you said that Zhenyuan recruits a demon, are there few people dead these days?"
The teenager shut up aggrievedly.
A teenager next to him patted him comfortingly.
The camp fell into silence. They were originally family monks from Central Continent, managing a city, but the recent Daojiao forced them to abandon their ancestors and leave here.
The young man still remembers that day when several monks in the family suddenly went crazy and slaughtered them in the city. They spent a lot of effort to kill them, but after that, more and more monks were instigated. The Patriarch made a decisive decision and stopped the movement of the true essence with the lock pulse needle used for punishment. This stopped the momentum of enchantment-only monks can enchant. Mortals are enchanted, and it is difficult to bear the devil, and they will soon die. .
But how can a monk get used to being locked in his true essence? There are always one or two people who want to break free from this restriction. The Patriarch also knows that this is not a long-term solution, so he wants to go to Kun Lai for a while. It's the best to get on the Kun-Lai boat and go to the peaceful Xizhou.
On this refuge, I discovered that there were cultivators everywhere, as well as the cultivators and cultivators that people cleaned up. In the chaos, countless cultivators fell, and countless cultivators became famous among them.
Seeing that the atmosphere was dull, the young brother smiled reluctantly and asked his father: "Father, what do you say we can do when we go to Kun-Lai? Would you like to bring some gold and silver to sell the land?"
"Do you want to settle down? We won't come back?" the boy asked a little puzzled.
"Zhongzhou is so chaotic, what can I do to come back." The leader sighed, "Go, live for three generations, you can choose the dragon and the phoenix."
The young man quietly touched the jade clasp in his arms, with a look of hope: "If you can marry a Kun-Lai fairy, you don't need three generations."
The leader had never been able to see the monks who wanted to marry the three big girls, but now he suddenly recognized his son's words. For a while, his old face was a bit shy, and he looked at his son coldly: "Hurry up, rest an hour later. Just set off."
Both teenagers nodded.
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