Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

  Chapter 29 Immortals do not know themselves in front of them, and the Tao has walked together without asking for it

   This smile, how calm!

  No, it can even be said to be unfathomable.

   "It's over, the devil won't be defeated, right?"

   Zhou Yimo retreated in his heart.

  Luo Yu didn't return home for a long time, and he felt that it was not good. Now that he saw this Taoist priest, he was even more uneasy.

   Even if the opponent is not, he dare not bet.

  They who have maintained the black evil formation for a whole night can be said to be exhausted, Cheng Xiaocheng and the others may get out of trouble at any time.

   He looked at the six roads, looking for a way to retreat.

   Little did he know that Zhang Ming was also beating drums in his heart. The opponent's squeamish glances mean several things. Now he only has his passive ability to take effect, but he can't beat the opponent.

   Just when the two were jealous of each other, the Heisha Mystery Formation couldn't hold it any longer and turned into black gas.

  The disciples of the Quetang loosened their hands and fell backwards.

   Soon, the pitch-black light curtain receded, revealing more than 300 Qiongyu Sword Sect disciples sitting cross-legged.

   In front of Yijianping, lay a huge lava behemoth bound by a green ribbon.

   The pale girl opened her eyes and saw the familiar light blue figure at a glance, with a bright smile like melting ice and snow on her face, and murmured in her mouth:

   "Qing Hui Daoist..."

   "I knew you would be back..."

   After the girl finished speaking, she was exhausted and fell to the ground, "I... didn't disappoint everyone."

The teachers and disciples behind    exclaimed: "Senior Sister Xueqing!" "Senior Sister!" "Senior nephew..."

   And this sentence shocked Zhou Yimo!

  Boom——

  The lava giant escaped from the control of the demon-binding cable, slowly stood up straight, and roared in the sky!

   The aquamarine ribbon shrank back to his wrist.

   Sikong Jianli's legs trembled: "Uncle De, what... what kind of monster is this? What about the immortal fate you promised!"

   The Qiongyu Sword Sect who fought against the black and evil all night was also exhausted. The third elder, Cheng Xiaocheng, dragged his tired body and shouted, "Be careful, the lava beast has awakened! Back off, back off! You can't compete!"

   She herself stepped forward and tried to save Lu Xueqing.

   Zhang Ming's eyes shrank, it's worse!

  The highest combat power here is Elder Cheng of Qiongyu Sword Sect, and the teachers of Thirteen Peaks, who are in the life-shaping realm and the reunification realm respectively, but now they are weak and have no strength to fight again.

   The only one who can fight is Uncle De.

   And Zhou Yimo of the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect still has some demon essence left, plus the lava giant beast in its heyday, it can definitely sweep the audience, and the Qiongyu Sword Sect is in danger!

  The giant lava beast who shaped his life at the beginning of his life roared again, and suddenly reached out his claws and patted Lu Xueqing below.

   However, Zhou Yimo was also the first to notice the change in Zhang Ming's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel tight: "It's bad! This mysterious Taoist priest is going to do it!"

   He understood deeply.

   If you don't go, you can't go by yourself!

   In the next second, he turned into a light and fled into the distance. At the same time, he shouted at the lava giant: "Chiyan, don't fight! Do your best to keep me away!"

  The lava behemoth was stunned for a moment, then stopped the claws that slapped it, his eyes were confused for a moment, and immediately followed Zhou Yimo's instructions, turned around and stepped in the direction of the light to chase.

   Layers of flames fell behind him.

   This is like squid inkjet, a means of blocking and distracting to deal with danger.

   Everyone was a little stunned, what's the situation?

   Zhang Ming was also a little confused.

   Zhou Yimo breathed a sigh of relief and did not chase after him!

   Immediately, the three hundred teachers and disciples of the Qiongyu Sword Sect seemed to remember something, and immediately looked at Zhang Ming's position with burning eyes, and bowed down all at once.

   "Many thanks to Daoist Qinghui for saving Qiongyu!"

   "Many thanks to Daoist Qinghui for saving Qiongyu!"

   "Many thanks to Daoist Qinghui for saving Qiongyu!"

  “…”

The sound of    resounded through the sky, like a tide, wave after wave, full of sincerity and worship.

   Sikong Jianli and the three were stunned!

   They looked sideways at the young Taoist priest who was casually pulling out of the water, thinking to themselves who are we saving someone? Did you really save yourself, didn't you touch porcelain?

  This person can be thanked by the entire Qiongyu Sword Sect. He is clearly an unfathomable expert. How could he be reduced to waiting in the mountain stream and waiting for him and others to rescue him!

  The only possibility is that the other party deliberately fell into the water on a whim to test himself and others.

  It is really unfathomable to act like an expert.

   Sikong wiped off his sweat.

  Fortunately, the three of them have withstood the test!

   "This... Daoist Qing Hui, I apologize, I admit that I saw you look good when I was fishing for you, and I sneaked a couple of cheeks, I really didn't mean to..."

   Ah Fu said in a weeping voice.

   Zhang Ming's face was a little dark, he pretended not to hear, took two steps forward, and said, "Everyone, please get up, Pindao didn't do anything, everyone is serious!"

  We will worship again.

   That night, Cheng Xiaocheng and the 300 disciples had already confirmed the truth to each other.

   She also finally knew who the Taoist priest Qing Hui was. After hearing about his deeds on Zhuoguang Mountain, she was shocked. Now, Demon Lord Luo Yu has not come back, but Daoist Qing Hui has come back. Everyone understands what this means.

   The Supreme Elder Li Du and the Second Elder Hu Xueshen, who betrayed the Qiongyu Sword Sect, have not appeared until now.

   From Lu Xueqing's few words, they all guessed that this was the handwriting of Taoist priest Qing Hui.

   With the power of one person, the building will collapse.

   Great kindness and great virtue, how can you not worship!

   As for the death of the Sect Leader Xia Changqing, he can only blame him for taking the blame and hitting the blade himself.

  Sikong asked Ai Ai during the ceremony: "Qinghui Daoist, can I join the Qiongyu Sword Sect?"

   It was only at this time that he woke up and said what to ask for the immortal, the immortal did not know himself before him, and the Tao had walked with him but did not seek it.

   Uncle De, who has always been reticent and defensive, also changed his eyes, his expression was extremely respectful, and even a very terrifying thought popped up in his heart. Will there be one of the two demon monks in the duel... is Daoist Qing Hui?

   He felt chills all over his body and dared not speak.

   "Young Master Sikong, the Qiongyu Sword Sect has undergone a major change. In the opinion of the poor, you might as well stay here for a few days. When the situation stabilizes, you can discuss the matter of apprenticeship and sword training."

   Zhang Ming suggested ambiguously.

   In the past few days, Sikong Jianli can weigh again, everyone has their own path, and cultivation may not be suitable.

  If after this, Sikong Jianli is still obsessed with cultivating immortals and learning swordsmanship, then it is okay to ask the masters of the Qiongyu swordsmen to say a few words.

  Sikong received his approval and thanked him continuously.

   The remaining Quetang disciples were quickly cleared by Elder Cheng, and the Qiongyu Sword Sect finally quieted down.

   They looked at the devastated Qiongyu Mountain and felt sad, but they quickly threw themselves into the reconstruction of the Sword Sect. Sikong Jianli mixed in with the disciples and helped together.

   "Qing Hui Daoist, the old man has something to ask for."

   Zhang Ming's avatar, although his cultivation base was frozen, was still welcomed into the Chengtian Hall by the Qiongyu Sword Sect with the highest etiquette. In the evening, the third elder came to pay his respects.

   "That girl, Xueqing, has been under your care for many days. She banned the lava beast by herself last night. Now she is overdrafted and in danger. The old man asks the Taoist priest for help!"

   Elder Cheng respectfully requested.

   Zhang Ming was stunned for a moment, what, what happened to his migrant worker? This can't be done, gotta go see it!

   The two quickly came to Yixiang Pavilion, only to see Lu Xueqing lying in the gauze tent with a pale face, surrounded by cigarettes, setting off the sick and weak woman like a fairy.

   "The Taoist..."

   She murmured unconsciously.

   Zhang Ming stepped forward to check his pulse, and commanded in a deep voice, "Elder Cheng, please go and fetch a gold needle to undress him. The poor road uses the thirteen needles of the ghost gate to insert it to help him clear the meridians."

  Cheng Xiaocheng was overjoyed, and at the same time admired that Daoist Qing Hui really knew medical skills, and Xueqing was saved!

   (end of this chapter)