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Text Chapter 142 Flying Immortal Descending to Earth

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    Buzz!  Buzz!

    Following Pei Yuan's words, Zhizhen Taoist, Wei Yi was shocked to find that the air around him was like boiling water, splashing violently, reaching the level visible to the naked eye.

    The space in front of it shook violently, like a fragile mirror surface, showing a series of folds and cracks.

    The walls on all sides rattled, and the dense cobweb patterns cracked. The whole hall was shaking and might collapse at any time.

    Daoist Zhizhen, Wei Yi and the others felt their eyes dimmed, and then fell to their knees with a 'thud' at some point, and the majestic and mighty force like a river and sea pressed on them, making them powerless to resist.

    There was a crisp sound like roasted beans erupting in the body, as if even the bones were about to be crushed, but the mind was unprecedentedly clear, and he felt the torment that pierced the soul all the time.

    Taoist Zhizhen was drenched in cold sweat, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead, and he was extremely horrified.

    fear!

    He felt unprecedented terror!

    "Such a cultivation level, such a cultivation level I am afraid that even if he is number one in the Fengyun spectrum, the Mozong Yan Xingkong may not be able to match it. Could it be that this person is a flying fairy?"

    Taoist Zhizhen was terrified, and many speculations emerged.

    Although there are flying immortals in this world, all of them are gone forever, but the strength displayed by the young people in the hall makes Taoist Zhizhen have to make this guess.

    Looking at the vastness of the world, except for a few great masters, Taoist Zhizhen thinks that he is not under any masters.

    But the opponent can shake the world with just a single breath, and oppress them to kneel down. Such awe-inspiring power is really unimaginable, surpassing all masters in the world.

    A group of people knelt down on the ground, terrified.

    Pei Yuan lost his momentum, and the hall fell into silence again. Even though everyone was kneeling, he continued to read martial arts secret books.

    Read one volume after another.

    Fists, palms and swords, all kinds of martial arts.

    Pei Yuan found more and more shadows of the Baxiang system.

    Closing the last book, Pei Yuan's robe sleeves fluttered, and the silk book that recorded the secret code of ten thousand calamities fell into the palm of his hand.

    Pei Yuanping spread it out, looked at the crowd kneeling in His Highness, and said, "Are you here for this thing?"

    Taoist Zhizhen, Wei Yi and the others found that they could speak again, Wei Yi took a deep breath, restrained the fear in his heart, but his tone was unavoidably trembling: "Senior, please forgive me for being blind and not aware of superiors"

    In the martial arts world, most people with profound cultivation bases have good looks and skills, Wei Yi speculates that this young master is probably not some old monster.

    "You threw out this silk book and caused disasters to come to the east. Have you ever cared about other people's lives?"

    Pei Yuan glanced at Wei Yi, who trembled and said hastily, "Senior, I, I"

    He was so confused and filled with panic that he was so incoherent that it was difficult for him to speak a complete sentence, and he only heard the first sigh.

    Amidst this sigh, Wei Yi's eyes were blurred, his eyes seemed to be raised upwards, and he saw the people in the hall, Taoist Zhizhen, Yan Wei and those senior officials of the Longmen Sect with terrified faces and trembling bodies like sifting chaff.

    And all eyes were on him.

    "Why do they look at me like that?"

    Wei Yi was puzzled, and even his thinking froze. Looking down with difficulty, he found that his body had swelled like a balloon, his skin and flesh had been torn, and his muscles and bones were broken.

    With a bang, Wei Yi's whole body exploded.

    It's just that before his flesh and blood spattered, Pei Yuantan's hand grasped falsely, and the blooming blood flower was quickly snuffed out, and the blood flower in a radius of Zhang Xu quickly shrank into a fist-sized ball of flesh and blood.  It got smaller and smaller until it melted into the air like a bubble with a 'poof' sound.

    A living person is obliterated in front of his eyes with a wave of his hand, without even the slightest trace of existence.

    This ghostly scene frightened everyone present to tremble even more violently.

    Yan Wei let out a scream, her face was pale, and wet liquid dripped from her skirt.

    "The tricks of the immortals, the tricks of the immortals!" Taoist Zhizhen's eyes went blank for a moment, and then he shook his head violently, roaring wildly in his heart, and knocked his head heavily on the ground. With a "bang", the hard floor cracked and shattered.

    "Who are you guys?" Pei Yuan asked casually.

    Taoist Zhizhen still bowed his head on the ground, not daring to raise his head, he hurriedly said: "Xiaodao Zhizhen is the head teacher of Zhenyi. Hearing that brother Wei Liangpeng was in distress, he came to Longmen to inquire."

    Nine hundred years ago, Wanjiemen split into six sects, three of which have been successively divided into several hundred years.When it was destroyed, only the Shinichi, Longmen, and Yanshan sects remained.

    Among the three factions, the Yanshan faction has very few disciples and is about to be expelled from the Wulin. On the contrary, the Shinichi and Longmen factions are becoming more and more prosperous, and they are both included in the eight major schools of the martial arts.

    Pei Yuan was noncommittal, the spirit diffused out, and entered the sea of ??consciousness of Taoist Zhizhen silently.

    In a few breaths, I saw through its deepest secrets.

    Wei Liangpeng was attacked, and the mastermind behind the scenes was precisely this Daoist Zhizhen who called Wei Liangpeng a brother and brother, and what he sought was the secret book of the Longmen sect.

    Even, as early as ten years ago, Taoist Zhizhen sent his hands to Yanshan secretly, and took away the other party's secret code.

    After years of searching, six copies of the secret book were scattered, and Taoist Zhizhen has collected four copies. Apart from the Longmen one, the remaining one is collected by the Dayan court.

    However, Taoist Zhizhen has already contacted the imperial court, and at the price of agreeing to do something for the imperial court, he agreed to trade the secret code at the Golden Summit in three days.

    Pei Yuan was not interested in paying attention to these dirty things of Daoist Zhizhen, but he dug out four more secret books from his mind, and with five copies in hand, he concentrated on them silently, and passed on one method to another in his heart.

    After a while, Pei Yuan deduced the perfect Myriad Calamity Secret Code from the five secret codes.

    "After this technique has been practiced to great success, there are six most terrifying energies in every gesture, mountain, swamp, water, fire, wind, and thunder. On this basis, the energies are blended together, and there are three more deformations.  Mountains and swamps change, water and fire change, wind and thunder change!"

    "Eight Powers and Eight Elephants The cultivation method of this world is really inseparable from the Eight Elephants system."

    Pei Yuan understood.

    "Everyone get up." Pei Yuan looked at the people below, and said calmly: "Prepare the car for me, and set off for Jinding Mountain."

    The people of the Longmen faction acted quickly, or they were scared out of their wits by Pei Yuan, and they just wanted to send the demon god away as soon as possible.

    After half an hour.

    On the official road, the wheels of a dozen carriages were turning, raising dust, and heading towards Jinding Mountain.

    The carriage that Pei Yuan was riding in was the most spacious, pulled by four big horses, and the carriage was arranged like an exquisite small room.

    Daoist Zhizhen and two disciples sat in the front room, waved their whips, and took over the work of the coachman.

    A large and soft brocade mat was spread in the carriage, and in the middle was a stuck table, on which a pot of wine was warmed, and a smoky smell of wine lingered in the room.

    Yan Wei changed into a dress, and seemed to be tainted by the smell of alcohol, her face was flushed, and she knelt at Pei Yuan's feet, gently kneading his legs for him.

    In addition to wine, the compartment is also full of books, not any martial arts secrets, most of them are poems and songs from this world, geography and humanities, customs notes, unofficial history and anecdotes, and even folk tales about ghosts and ghosts  .

    Pei Yuan is currently holding a wine glass in one hand and a book of ghost fox novels in the other, engrossed in reading.

    Except for this carriage, the rest of the dozen or so carriages are also prepared for loading books. Every time he passes through a city, Pei Yuan will send people to buy books. With his reading speed, buying books may not be comparable to his reading ability  quick.

    After traveling for hundreds of miles, the sky gradually darkened, and the sounds of beasts roaring and birds singing came from the countryside.

    The front of the road was suddenly blocked by people. Two groups of people shouted and roared, brandished their swords, and fought desperately together.

    Taoist Zhizhen flew up from the car and looked forward, only to realize that it was a group of horse thieves fighting with a team of escorts. His heart was extremely depressed, and he fell into the battlefield immediately. A long sword in his hand flashed coldly, "Whoosh!"  "Amid the sound of breaking wind, several human heads rolled into the air.

    ? Wei Yi Zhizhen Taoist Wei Liangpeng Yan Wei Zhenyi Longmen Yan Xingkong Myriad Tribulations Patriarch Fengyun.
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