New White Snake Asking Immortals

Flocks of egrets fly in the ancient pine forest.

Egrets fly over the rice fields and over the mountains, and the wind blows through the peach forest, bringing up a row of pink and white peach petals dancing with the wind, passing by the egrets and a little mist, and drifting to the three blue mountains in the distance.

Standing on the edge of the cliff at the top of the peak, Bai Yujun watched the petals fly away, and saw the egrets embellishing the needle green of the seedlings.

"What a wonderful world, but there is no order, and there are three evil cultivators in a small town."

Maybe this small world is too remote, and all kinds of cultivation methods are like weeds after the rain. No matter what kind of cultivation method, the creatures only want to increase their strength, and some cultivation methods are no different from demons.

Bai Yujun can see that the origin of the world is constantly being bitten, and if this continues, the small world will wither.

In fact, Mr. Bai Yu is not against selfishness, but there is always a limit to everything.

Certain ways of practice are called evil and demons, which destroy and erode the rules of order to strengthen themselves. Naturally, they are mutually exclusive with dragons and other gods and beasts who were born adhering to the rules of order. They may temporarily stop confrontation because of their interests, but they will never be able to live in harmony.

Unless the betrayal chooses to blend in with the other party, the chances of the demon turning back to the right are very slim.

Or some mythical beasts give up the rules of order in order to adapt to the trend of the times. If they do so, it is difficult to determine whether they are mythical beasts.

There are too many dark and negative auras between the world and the earth.

There are still many Zhengxiu who are as weak as fireflies resisting, their aura flickering and dimming, stubborn and tenacious.

Bai Yujun saw the familiar aura in it, the female cultivator who obtained the primary pure Yang formula, and Ge Qianhu who dared to raise a knife to the demon with a mortal body, perhaps because he had seen the real dragon, his luck was enhanced, and his destiny was favored by the will of the world , can achieve a career in the future.

Rubbed his temples.

Reaching out to pick a few pine needles from the ancient pines on the peak, stuffing them in his mouth and chewing boredly.

The old branches of the pines have strong roots, the clouds are gloomy and gray, and the needles are also particularly dark green.

It is Bai's nature to build order. He wanted to see if the creatures in the small world could turn the situation around and restore order. If they couldn't, he could only cut the mess of his own empire quickly in order to save trouble.

Blinking, the eyes switched to observation mode, and saw the big snake approaching the mansion.

With the help of the wind, you can hear all the sounds, and filter out the rest of the useless noise. There is no secret in front of Moubai.

As expected, the snake's enemy also wanted to get rid of the troubles that had been entangled for thirty-five years, and invited practitioners to wait for it to enter the urn.

Near the town.

The three-entry mansion, which was instructed by a Feng Shui master, has a brand-new paint color and obvious traces of new construction.

The courtyard outside the living room door of the main house was full of people.

A vigorous young man, a woman with a baby in her arms, a handsome newlywed wife, a trembling concubine, a restless child, and a maidservant guarding the courtyard, etc., stood in the courtyard and whispered in a low voice, looking at Careful in the living room, both envious and afraid.

At the main entrance of the living room, a few low-ranking monks wearing the same lavender clothes stood on both sides, looking arrogantly at the big family in the courtyard.

His eyes occasionally lingered on the young daughter-in-law, Meiqie, examining him unscrupulously.

There were also many people in the living room.

The owner of this newly built house, a former warrior, now has a fat body and sunken eye sockets. He deliberately bowed his head slightly, stood beside him with a smile on his face, served tea and water, and enthusiastically served a middle-aged monk sitting in the main seat.

Those who can live to old age in the world of swords and swords are all human spirits, and those without brains will only become reckless men who are driven by others. They can help others with their blood at any time, and those who can support dozens of people in their families are all brains.

Rough tea from the countryside is not in the monk's eyes, and fruit without aura can't arouse the monk's interest. Fortunately, there is a young son with medium qualifications to talk to the master, and he stands beside him occasionally to chat.

Being able to have a son in his fifties shows that he is living a good life in his old age.

The middle-aged monk was wearing an expensive purple cassock, and he looked at the bearded and flattering old man only from the corner of his eyes.

Only the boy who was only six years old was in his eyes.

The boy was clever and smart, he glanced at his father, and immediately understood what his father wanted to ask.

"Master, will that nasty snake spirit come today?"

The fat old man immediately praised his youngest son silently, he is indeed a good seedling in cultivation, smart and winky, he will definitely have a good future in the future, and his family is finally going to prosper.

The purple-clothed cultivator stroked his beard and smiled slightly, posing in a calm and calm manner.

"It's very close, don't worry, it's just a mountain monster, there's no need to act as a teacher, it's not worth mentioning."

The big snake only knows superficial demon skills and instincts, and any disciple at the early stage of Qi refining outside the door can kill it.

If it wasn't for meeting a seedling who practiced well, he wouldn't be bothered to waste time here.

The boy's aptitude is moderate, ordinary in the eyes of the big sect, but a treasure in the eyes of the small sect, those arrogance and high aptitude belong to the strong, even if they meet by chance, they should be sent as tributes to the upper family, and the genius is hidden The consequences are serious.

It's all luck for Xiaomenxiaopai to pick up a middle-level qualification.

The backers behind him will not compete with their subordinates for middle-level disciples.

The practice world seems to be full of excitement.

In fact, the inferior qualifications are the most numerous existences, and they work hard all their lives to support the geniuses.

The fat old man never thought in the past thirty-five years that the big snake that made the whole family fearful was nothing in the eyes of the monks. There were also monks in the other three families in the town. Each of the big households has one or two early-stage Qi-refining monks, ordinary casual cultivators who have just stepped into the world of practice.

Any one of them can easily kill the snake spirit~www.wuxiamtl.com~ They haven't done anything for many years, they thought they couldn't fight the big snake, but they just wanted to see a joke.

But the fat old man didn't resent, at most he was a little bit resentful, no one cared about other people's life or death because we were neither relatives nor relatives.

It's different now, the four monks at the early stage of Qi refining from the three families are standing outside the gate, and they are not even qualified to enter the door to say hello.

The feeling of reaching the sky in one step is really cool, and the whole body is comfortable.

With his own experience in the world and his son's cleverness, he will definitely become a figure in the future. From then on, his family will be promoted to become a master, and it will not be a problem to prosper for five generations.

When people reach their old age, what they think about the most is that the future generations will flourish, and there will be hope for some people.

While the fat old man was thinking about the future, the middle-aged monk looked towards the door.

"The snake spirit is here."

The fat old man who was immersed in fantasy suddenly shuddered, unconsciously recalling those vicious eyes.

Suddenly, the outside and inside of the house were illuminated by dazzling light for an instant.

Before everyone in the courtyard could react, a thunderstorm followed, and the roar shook the ears of ordinary people in the town. The adults yelled at the children, and the buffaloes were frightened.

The middle-aged monk and several young monks were also taken aback. The thunder and lightning were overhead, and they had an inexplicable bad feeling in their hearts.

After careful inspection, no trace of the spell was found before he was relieved.

Less than five breaths apart, I heard the crackling of leaves and tiles outside, and the splashing of water droplets from the torrential rain.

It was raining, and everyone in the courtyard ran to the eaves to shelter from the rain.

The lotus pond outside the gate of the house is white, and in the woods opposite, Da Shekou, who had been waiting for a long time, resolutely swam to the enemy's house, squeezed open the lotus flowers waiting to be released in the downpour, and swam to the gate of the mansion with his head held high.

There was another flash of lightning, and the big black-spotted snake was very obvious in the lotus pond.