Chapter 2 Abduction

At the moment when the father and son died, not far from half a mountain, a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe was looking for something. There was no legendary sword light under his feet, but stood alone in the air, sometimes disappearing, and sometimes reappearing. If there are immortals here, they will definitely shout out, the yuan god is a great success! Only the monks who have become great gods can stand in the air without external force, and can shrink the ground into an inch, and have the ability to manipulate the space. But such a character should dive in Dongfu to cope with the upcoming disaster. How can he still wander in this small mountain range?

It turned out that this man was a monk from Wangya Mountain in Dacuize, in the west of the sky. His name was Xuan Mingzi. He was an evil giant. With a thousand ghosts and mother's soul swords across the mainland, he had few enemies, and he had created boundless killings. In order to practice this swordsmanship, I don't know how many people's lives, but his whereabouts were erratic. Ding, and got the mantock of the ancient evil cultivation on Wangya Mountain, and set up a big array of heavenly blood.

This array is the killing array of ancient inheritance. Although it is not as powerful as the legendary divine arrays, today's monastic world can't do anything about it, so many righteous monks can't do anything about it. Originally, Xuan Mingzi knew that his evil was too heavy, and he would definitely cause an unprecedented disaster when he crossed the disaster. So there was a bloody array on Wangya Mountain, trying to use this ancient fierce array to resist the power of the heavenly disaster. However, in recent days, the disaster is getting closer and closer. Feeling the unpredictable power, I can't help but feel that this array alone can't resist the magnificent power, so I think about it and go down the mountain to find an opportunity.

A spiritual eye of the earth vein was suddenly found here in half of the mountain, which is the earth eye left after the original spiritual vein of half a mountain was cut off. You should know that this spiritual eye is the essence of heaven and earth. Each vein is occupied by powerful monsters or immortals. I can't find it at all. Even if I grab it, I will fight at this moment when the disaster is approaching. The breath emitted by time will also drive the heavenly disaster to launch in advance. After discovering this semi-mutilated earth's eye, Xuan Mingzi can't help but be overjoyed. With this earth's eye, he can put on the Xuantian spirit array, use the spirit of heaven and earth to attract extraterritorial demons and transform into yuan gods. Then he can cultivate the second yuan god and pass the heavenly disaster. Fairy Tao is promising.

But if you want to lay this Xuantian spiritual array, there will be a spirit of heaven and earth as an eye. This is a little difficult for Xuan Mingzi. This spirit of heaven and earth is also very difficult to find. When he is in trouble, there is a wave of spiritual power not far away. Looking at this fluctuation, it must be the spiritual power that can only be emitted by the innate spirit body, which makes Xuan Mingzi can't help but be shocked. He was so happy that his figure flashed and disappeared in mid-air. It is also Xuan Mingzi who has killed too much, and the hit should be robbed. The disaster is coming to shield the sky. If in the past, you will definitely think about how can it be such a coincidence that the pillow comes when you are thirsty? The ownerless spiritual eye, the natural spirit body is so coincidental to be in front of you? He will definitely deduce it, but under the guidance of this heaven and earth machine, he has lost his consciousness, and he can't seek benefits and avoid harm, deduce the heavenly machine.

At this time, Gan Ningcheng couldn't help but be disheartened. He closed his eyes and waited for the ghost to give him a good pleasure, but he heard a sharp scream. When he opened his eyes, the ghost was actually lying in the distance. The black gas on his body was almost invisible now. Even the body, which originally looked solid, was like nothing. The Buddha is about to dissipate half. In front of him, there stood a small figure, holding the hunting fork that had just been blown in his hand. The original dark yellow fork rod of Huang Zhenmu now flashed with a fiery red luster. It seemed that the ghost was hit by this hunting fork and did not know whether to live or death.

The demon tiger, who was sitting there watching the play, jumped up in surprise. His family knew his own affairs. The ghost was originally raised by it and was connected with it, but now his connection with the ghost is looming. It seems that the ghost is on the verge of dissipating. This ghost can be raised anyway. For nearly a hundred years, I have half of my strength. If I am not controlled, I will also have a headache when I am in line with that fast as the wind. I didn't expect that I didn't know whether to live or die under the blow of the inconspicuous little man in front of me.

Thinking of this, the demon tiger couldn't help looking at the little man with a weapon in front of him. The reason why he asked the ghost to take action just now was that he felt that Gan Ningcheng was full of blood, and the spiritual soldier in his hand was very dangerous. Even a demon like the demon tiger did not dare to try it himself. Although he grasped Gan Ningcheng later, It's not worth losing both sides, but I didn't expect that the little man in front of him holding this weapon in his hand actually made him feel more dangerous. The demon tiger couldn't help roaring and had a trace of retreat.

Now Gan Ping is about to cry. The terrible monster in front of him is looking at himself with two big copper bell-like eyes. How has this nine-year-old child ever experienced this? But thinking of the injured father behind him, he still clenched his teeth and stared at the monster in front of him. What if it jumps up and jumps up? The little head was very scared, and tears swirled in his eyes, but he still stood in front of the tiger demon without retreating.

The tiger demon was also a little depressed. Seeing that the father and son were full of blood and should be the best delicacy, they didn't expect to lose a ghost because of this. They wanted to leave, but they were still a little unwilling. Just as the two sides confronted each other, there was a shout from the sky: "Evil beast, don't hurt people." The tiger demon felt a burst of pressure from the sky and felt bad. He hurriedly wanted to escape. A pale black sword light fell from the air and rushed to the tiger demon like a human figure. It flew out in an instant, but the tiger demon stood on the spot and then fell down. This sword spirit of thousands of ghosts and mothers has taken away the essence of its whole body. Soul, the Minglingzi's fierce name is Weihe Tianfu, and it really lives up to its reputation.

Gan Ning stared at the body of the fallen demon tiger in front of him and was stunned there. The monster who had just forced his father and son to fight for their lives just now died tragically on the spot in a blink of an eye. Gan Ning, who came back to his mind, quickly looked up at the sky and saw a Taoist priest dressed up in the air slowly falling down. The man's snow-white hair rolled up a bun. A jade hairpin was inserted in his head, and a few waps of silver-white beard floated in the wind. Unfortunately, a pair of triangular eyes destroyed the image of this fairy bone, which was quite strange. Seeing the old man fall from the air, his eyes stared at Gan Ping tightly. There were still words in his mouth. Gan Ping faintly heard words in his mouth, as if Words like Zhiyang Ling Body.

Seeing this, Gan Ningcheng rushed over, grabbed the hunting fork in Gan Ping's hand, threw it aside, and knelt down according to Gan Ping. He bent his knees and knelt in front of the man, shouting, "Xie Xianchang's kindness to save his life." Gan Ningcheng kowtowed several times in a row, but found that the immortal in front of him did not respond. He couldn't help looking up. He saw the man's hands trembling and staring at Gan Ping with his eyes. In the flashing triangular eyes, Gan Ningcheng actually found a trace of familiar light, like the light flashing in the eyes of the demon tiger just now. It was greedy and extreme greed. It's like swallowing the little man in his eyes.

Gan Ningcheng hurriedly hugged his son and lowered his head and shouted, "Thank you for saving my life, but there is an appointment, and I will die." This sound shocked the Taoist in front of him. Only when he found his gaffe, he couldn't help coughing dryly: "Well, raise your hand. Needless to say thank you. Get up." Gan Ningcheng stood up honestly, and Gan Ning also got up, and a pair of bright black eyes looked at the legendary fairy curiously.

The Taoist looked at the father and son and said with a smile, "The poor underworld son is practicing in Wangya Mountain. Passing by this place and seeing the demon tiger as a curse, he will get rid of it." Gan Ningcheng was originally a burly and heroic man, but he was also restrained in front of the legendary fairy and said in a hurry, "Thank you, Minglingzi Xianchang. This place has just been destroyed by the demon tiger. Let me clean it up and cook tea for the immortal." Although Gan Ningcheng is a rude person, he is not a fool. It is rumored that immortals do not eat fireworks in the world, but tea can still be drunk. For this lifesaver, this is the only way to treat him.

When he turned around and was about to look for things in the destroyed house, Ming Lingzi said, "Slow it." Gan Ningcheng turned around in a hurry and bowed down and asked, "What else does Xianchang have to order?" There is no need to cook tea. I still have something to do. I can't wait too long." How is this good? Please take a break for a while, and it's not too late to leave. Hearing this, Ming Lingzi smiled and pretended to be a fairy and Taoist and said, "I have excellent qualifications. It's a good fairy cultivation seedling. It's a pity to fool around in this world. Let me take it back to **, and I will definitely become a talent."

Hearing this, Gan Ningcheng was ecstatic in his heart, but he was a fairy, a magical power to move mountains and seas, an immortal body, and a carefree life. He can take a fancy to his son, but it's a great blessing. With the guidance of the immortals, is it still useful to let Ping'er go to a private school? Thinking of this, he couldn't help bowing and saying, "The immortal likes the dog. It's his blessing and creation." After saying that, he turned around and picked up Gan Ping and said with a smile, "Ping'er, the fairy is going to take you to practice."

Gan Ping looked at his ecstatic father and said, "Will Dad go with Ping'er?" Er, this... Gan Ningcheng couldn't help saying that he was ecstatic when he heard that Xianchang was going to accept his son as an apprentice. But on second thought, isn't there no time for the father and son to meet again? I heard that the fairy has been sitting in the mountain for decades. At that time, I'm afraid I will become a pair of bones. Thinking of this, I am reluctant to part with it. Thinking of this, he looked back at Ming Lingzi and suddenly found the greedy light in Ming Lingzi's eyes. He was staring at his son and suddenly didn't realize the way he looked at him. I couldn't help thinking about the usual expression of Ming Lingzi when he first saw Xiao Gan. His eyes like the tiger demon couldn't help shivering and hurriedly said to Ming Lingzi, "Xian Chang, the dog is still young and can't leave home. Can you wait a few more years? I will definitely send him to the mountain in person. What do you think?"

When Xuan Mingzi heard this, he couldn't help but look down and thought to himself, waiting for a few years, where can I find this baby in a few years? At this moment, he made up his mind, and the rich man in front of him agreed. If he didn't agree, he would forcibly plunder the child and destroy the man. However, he still put on a kind look and said, "That's not necessary. It's just that the road to the poor cave is far away. Now there are still important things to do. It may be possible to have this fate in a few years." After saying that, a pair of triangular eyes stared at Gan Ningcheng tightly. As long as the man in front of him said another word, he would immediately turn around and kill people.

It is also Gan Ningcheng's good creation. This Xuanmingzi has no way to kill people in his life. Killing a person is like destroying an ant. It's just that today, when he encounters happy events, he has the hope of becoming an immortal, so he did not set up a killer. In the past, how could anyone dare to say no in front of this world's murderer?

Gan Ningcheng couldn't help hesitating when he heard Xuan Mingzi's words. He listened to the meaning of Xianchang's words. If he missed it now, it might be far away. Xianyuan, thank God that he could meet him once in his life. How could he be so unsatied that he was actually hindered by the female love here. Thinking of this, he was cruel and gave a deep salute to Xuan Mingzi and said, "Thank you, Xian Changcheng. Since Xian Chang has a fancy to the dog, it is his blessing. When the villain cleans up for him and tells him something, he will send him on the road with Xianchang."

After saying that, he pulled Xiao Ganping aside and told him carefully. It was nothing more than some words that obeyed the teacher and practiced hard. Finally, he took off a jade pendant on his neck and hung it on the neck of Xiao Ganping, who had cried tirelessly. He said, "Pinger, if you are successful in practicing Taoism, remember to visit the Gan family in Tiancheng in the east of Mangyuan. Looking for a father, maybe you and my father and son will meet each other on the day. At this time, Xiao Ganping was already crying and said, "Dad, Ping'er doesn't want to cultivate immortals. Ping'er wants to be with his father." Seeing this, Gan Ningcheng couldn't help crying. Tears fell down, and he hugged his beloved son tightly and refused to let go.

After a long time, he suddenly pushed Gan Ning away and strode to Xuan Mingzi's side. He knelt down on his knees and said, "The immortal is on the top. This son has grown up in the mountains and forests since his mother is absent. If there is anything stubbornness, please pity his life." He said that he was already sobbing. Xuan Mingzi raised his eyebrows and said: "That's easy to say. When he is successful in practicing, you and your son can meet again." As soon as the words fell, he waved his big sleeves, and in an instant, the little Ganping who was still crying disappeared. Only Gan Ningcheng was left to kneel on the ground alone, with tears streaming down his face.

Xuan Mingzi left with a big sleeve and refused to delay again. Did he have a successful monaste? Father and son get together? Humph! I'm afraid it's a timeless meeting, right? After making the eyes of Xuantian's soul-grabbing array, it is certain that the soul is scattered. Even a wisp of remnant soul can't be reincarnated. How can we talk about the day of saying goodbye? It's ridiculous that this ant Xiaomin actually didn't know this Yang spirit body. Bai Bai let me pick up a bargain. Thinking of the hope of soaring, the fairy way can be expected, Xuan Mingzi's heart immediately warmed up and turned to that. The mutilated spiritual eyes flew away.