Flooded Star Road

"Poor Dao has a predestined relationship with you, I am here to visit you, enjoy the Western Paradise, give a speech on the Three Vehicles, without any problems, and achieve positive results. Isn't it beautiful to set this diamond indestructible?"

"Why do you bother to indulge in the turbid world, struggling hard in the billions of catastrophes, seeking a life from death, seeking a ray of life?"

Unwilling to talk more with Feng Zichen, Zhunti Daoist decided to take him down first. As long as the person arrives on Mount Xumi and stays or not, he can't help him.

With a swipe of the Qibao Miaoshu in his hand, a colorful glow emerged, toward the wind and Zichen.

How extraordinary is the saint's shot!

The colorful glow had not yet touched Feng Zichen, and only by the power radiated from his body, he was firmly fixed on the ground, unable to move at all.

"This is broken!"

This is the biggest crisis Feng Zichen has encountered since his debut. Except for his thinking, his mana, magical powers, spiritual treasures, and everything else cannot be used.

In the face of absolute power, all his previous efforts seemed extremely ridiculous, so pale and weak, with no effect at all.

I could only watch, the colorful glow shrouded, and accompanied by a whirl of heaven and earth, he received himself into a colorful world.

"The golden light of Baoyan reflects the eyes, and the Western magic is the most subtle; thousands of thousands of Yingluo are infinite, and thousands of thousands of Xiangguang are born one after another."

"It's rare for people to bless the gods, and it's not easy to do it in the Qibao Cup. If we go to the lotus platform together this time, we will know that the road will be completed today."

Let’s just mention the Taoist, after receiving Feng Zichen with the Qibao Miaoshu, he couldn’t help feeling happy, waved his sleeves, made a song and walked towards Xumi Mountain.

"Little friends, when you return to Mount Xumi, the poor Tao will teach you the way of relics and the method of golden body, so that you can appreciate the magnificence of Western magic!"

"At that time, you will know what a great opportunity this is for you!"

On the way, the Taoist Zhunti said to Feng Zichen.

"Sage, I am the disciple of Empress Nuwa, you forcibly took me to Mount Xumi, have you ever put Empress in your eyes?"

After receiving the colorful world, Feng Zichen returned to normal instead. When he was moving his body, he heard the words of the Taoist quasi-speaker. Although he was disdainful in his heart, he still said politely.

People under the eaves have to bow their heads, Feng Zichen is still very aware of current affairs.

Besides, how can a saint be insulted. If he was out of anger for a moment, he would scold the quasi-speaking person. In this way, it was justified and it became unreasonable, and it was difficult for anyone to come forward and save him.

"This matter has its own way of being poor, and if you share with the Taoist Nvwa, I won't bother my little friends!"

He replied faintly, and the quasi-said Taoist no longer spoke.

As long as the West can prosper, it is worth noting to offend a saint, that is, to include the Sanqing, and all the great magical powers in the East will offend to death.

But at this moment, above the nine heavens, a cyan orb, carrying infinite wind, shredded layers of space, and at an incredible speed, came straight to the Seven Treasure Tree in the hands of the Taoist person.

"what?"

"Why does the poor Dao feel a little uneasy, as if something bad is going to happen normally!"

As he walked, the eyebrows of the Taoist were quasi-triggered, and suddenly they throbbed, as if they were warning something, making his footsteps involuntary.

Even the saints give birth to bad feelings, it's a big deal.

Regardless of what happened, Zhunzi Daoist did not dare to hesitate, and immediately displayed his magical powers and wanted to return to Mount Xumi.

There, there are people who lead the way. When the time comes, the two saints will join forces, and no matter what happens, they can easily suppress them.

However, before the quasi-tutor would act, the cyan orb crossed the infinite space, came here, and blasted towards him.

"court death!"

Seeing this, the Daoist Zhunzi was furious, and he couldn't help moving the real fire. This was the first time he was attacked since he was sanctified.

There was only a thunder, and an icon appeared in the void; eighteen hands, twenty-four sides, holding the yingluo umbrella cover, flower fish intestines, such as holding a sacred pestle file, golden bells and golden bows, silver halberd flags, etc. Pieces.

It is the supreme golden body of the quasi-speaking Taoist.

"Watch the fight!"

The twenty-four sides spoke in unison, like thunder, shocking all directions, waving their eighteen hands together, each holding a magic weapon, carrying supreme magic power, and hitting the cyan orb fiercely.

It is a pity that the realm of Hongjun Taoist is unpredictable and unpredictable, and it is not comparable to ordinary saints.

How can the magical powers of his old man be blocked by the quasi-teachers?

I saw the cyan orb swayed slightly, ignoring the attack of the quasi-tutor, and hitting Qibao Miaoshu directly, shaking it tremblingly.

Peiran's tremendous power came, and the Taoist Zhunti couldn't stand his strength for a while, couldn't help but loosen his hand, causing the Seven Treasure Tree to escape, flew out, and smashed a mountain not far away.

Taking this opportunity, Feng Zichen made a violent win and escaped from the Seven Treasure Tree. The cyan orb noticed his breath, tumbled around, and fell into his hand.

"This is……"

Before he could think about it, Feng Zichen put away the orb, and immediately evacuated into the void, rushing to the west pole. The other party has already shot at him, don't care if it offends or not, let's run away first.

As long as he can escape to the West Pole, he will be safe, where the white tiger sacred beast sits and is sheltered by him, and the quasi-speakers dare not to persecute excessively.

"Boy stop!"

The Taoist Zhunti received the golden body and called back the Seven Treasure Tree, facing Feng Zichen with a brush!

A colorful glow passed by, time and space condensed, Feng Zichen was born and settled in the void, motionless.

"Naughty!"

At the same time, the Taoist Hongjun who was preaching for Nuwa in Zixiao Palace suddenly frowned and showed an unhappy expression on his face.

"Master, but something happened?"

On the side, Nuwa asked a little nervously.

Suddenly, Hongjun became angry and frightened him, thinking that he had done something wrong, which angered Hongjun.

Taoist Hongjun didn't answer ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, just split a trace of spiritual thoughts and headed west.

Seeing this, Nu Wa breathed a sigh of relief, it was not for him. Immediately, I was a little curious, I don't know which hapless person, angered the master, this time, there is a good show.

Thinking like this, Nu Wa couldn't help but be curious, and looked down in the direction where Taoist Hongjun had left.

...

In the West, Daoist Zhunti was about to step forward and take Feng Zichen away. Without the slightest sign, Daoist Hongjun appeared in front of him so suddenly and shocked him.

"The disciple should mention, I have seen the teacher!"

Shocked in my heart, the quasi-speaker hurriedly worshipped.

But when Zi Xiao talked three times, Taoist Hongjun had to admit the two of them due to cause and effect. But after all, it wasn't Hongjun's favorite disciple, the two of them only got the name of the named disciple.

Therefore, the two of them cannot be called masters like Sanqing and Nüwa; they are the same as the crowd of red dust guests in Zixiao, and they are called teachers.