Chapter 267 Disabled Old People, Wind and Clouds R rise

In the eight wilderness lock soul array, Han Qinghui is still motionless, allowing the black * chain of the lock soul to be wrapped vertically and horizontally, and his body is just shining stars, rising and falling from time to time.

After another hour like this, the sky is dark, the stars are towering in the sky, and the moon is high. These eight mysterious people in black saw that no matter how they urged the array, they could not get close to each other, let alone suppress, and gradually became impatient. The most taboo way to fight in battle is to be impetuous. As soon as they had this idea, Han Qinghui, the other party, had already noticed it, and immediately made a change.

Han Qinghui and Huangshang moved and suddenly got up. The stars were shining all over him, like a galaxy, which was even more gorgeous than the starry moon. The starlight instantly spread away, covering a radius of several miles, and submerged the eight people in black and the eight wilderness lock soul array in the galaxy.

The eight people were suddenly shocked, and only felt that they had changed their time and space in a trance, as if they were in the vast galaxy. Looking up, the stars were still the same, and the towering stars seemed to have an inexplicable feeling with the stars around them, changing positions, no longer like before. One of them had some insight and shouted in shock, "Zhou Tianxinghe! You are from the Xinghe Hall, the holy land of the fairy family!"

Han Qinghui just ignored it. The power of the yuan god around her body fluctuated, and the starlight around her was also undulating, like a sea of stars, and there were infinite killings hidden in the beauty. The infinite starlight wrapped around it, fluctuating, and turned into a starlight and neon, which set off like a star fairy, which was extremely beautiful.

Han Qinghui suddenly opened his eyes. Wherever he could see, the galaxy flowed and rotated rapidly, gradually drowning the eight people. Even the yuan god had never escaped. He didn't know where he went, only the eight barren lock soul flags were still struggling.

Han Qinghui was about to collect the black flag when he felt that a great force suddenly appeared in the eight-barren lock soul flag. With a slight vibration, he took off into the air. Han Qinghui was about to chase after him when Fang Daoming's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Qinghui, stay here and let it go."

Han Qinghui received the power of the formation and recovered as usual, and saw Fang Daoming take Han Qinghui out of the void. Fang Daoming said, "I have left a trace of genshen in the black flag, so let it go."

Han Qinghui knew what he meant when he heard the words, so he was no longer pursued. Lin Wanyue said, "Sister's Taoism is so powerful. I have been here for a long time. I want to take action, but I was blocked by my brother. I said that my sister will be able to break the array. Sure enough."

Han Qinghui smiled and only said a "eagle insect trick". Her Taoist magic power is already the peak cultivation of the immortals, but her heart is doomed and can't be broken, so she has been unable to become a heavenly immortals. If you talk about Taoism alone, I'm afraid she is better than some immortals.

Fang Daoming asked about the passage of this fight, and the latter came together. It turned out that after Han Lin broke up at noon, she came to the suburbs to look for them. In the evening, when I found a remote mountain temple between the mountains and forests far away, I went forward to ask. Unexpectedly, the people in this mountain temple were so strange that they didn't answer, so eight people came out and took action at Han Qinghui to capture him. Han Qinghui resisted and ran away. When they arrived here, the eight people saw that they were not far from the capital city, so they suddenly took out the eight black flags and joined hands to trap Han Qinghui in it, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

Han Qinghui said, "That mountain temple is quite strange. It's better to explore it."

Fang Daoming nodded and said yes. With Han Qinghui leading the way, the three of them flew away from the Baili Mountain Road and saw a mountain temple looming between the secluded valleys. This place is extremely hidden and has night cover. If Han Qinghui hadn't known in advance, it would have been really difficult to find.

Fang Daoming soared in the sky, suspended a hundred miles high in height, and even hidden his body to avoid frightening the snake, and then let go of his mind and slowly explore. In this mountain temple, there are one hundred and eight people, all of whom are men, even the people with the highest cultivation, and they have not been cultivated as Yuanshen. It seems that the eight people who fought with Han Qinghui just now are already the essence of all the essence.

Fang Daoming's mind went deep, but he didn't find anything suspicious. It was just that there was a dungeon deep in this mountain temple, in which a white-haired old man was trapped. The old man only survived, but was tortured. He was not only thin and weak, but also his eyes, ears and tongues were removed and he was disabled for life. Fang Dao was shocked and secretly, and he didn't know what kind of person the old man had offended and was tortured like this.

Fang Daoming used the art of moving, but when the yuan god shocked, he secretly rolled out the disabled old man, sent him to the tower of creation, soaked in the real water of Shangyuan, and recovered from his injury.

This old man is already a crippled body and has long broken his mind, but the person who imprisoned him does not want him to die. Every critical point is a glimmer of life with him, which makes life worse than death. Such a sudden change in time and space, the old man suddenly saw that he was lying in a neck river. The river was warm and full of vitality, slowly infiltrating his crippled body. Unexpectedly, he slowly recovered and gradually became powerful, but his already disabled eyes, ears and tongue could not be regenerated. The old man hurriedly asked, "I don't know which fairy saved the little old man. This box is polite."

Although the old man is disabled, he is also a person who refines the spirit. In a trance, he felt a gentle voice in his mind: "You are easy to recuperate. If you are poor, you will not suffer losses in the future."

When the old man saw that there was only one sentence and nothing else, he knew that he had met a master, so he didn't ask much and rest assured.

Han Qinghui asked about this, Fang Daoming said a few words about his calculation, and the former understood it.

Fang Daoming and other three people went back to the inn and took a short rest. The sky was getting brighter and louder. With the cultivation of the three people, they have already eaten and drink dew, and they don't need to eat, but now they are in the secular world, that is, they will be at ease. The three went out early, looked for the most famous teahouse, and tasted tea. During this period, there were more and more guests, and everyone talked about a shocking event.

It is rumored that Cheng Yao, General Liangzhou Zhenguan, who had just returned to work in the court yesterday, asked for a saint in front of the current emperor. These two are just ordinary people. Their ancestral homeland is Guazhou Prefecture. When they come to the capital, they are sued by the imperial court. The object of the complaint is the true self-go religion and its master of the country. Cheng Yao's recent move was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, which shocked the situation that the court had been surging eastward and became magnificent.

These two grassroots people sued the current national teacher and the true self-teaching religion for rampant behavior among the people, breaking the law and discipline, forcibly occupying land, and killing innocent people indiscriminately, which has reached the point of harming the country and the people. Today, the emperor heard these accusations. Although his face was extremely ugly at that time, he had not made a conclusion. He just ordered Dali Temple to temporarily take them in custody, and the next day, he would hold three meetings and announce the world.

This emperor has no conclusion, which does not mean that the ministers have not discussed it. As we all know, this general Cheng was born under the imperial master and is now subordinate to the lieutenant. What he said is no one behind his back, which is a joke. But who is behind this, the master? Captain? Or both, it will make the ministers want to break their heads. If the imperial master and the lieutenant join hands to overthrow the national division, it is not impossible. Then these trusted ministers have to work together. If they are only one of them, the ministers should think about their future first. Moreover, there is still a Dazai Lord who has not moved in the four powerful ministers and national pillars today.

After listening to other people's comments, Fang Daoming and the three have secretly guessed the context of this, but this true religion is quite powerful. Its master is also a Taoist, which is usually extremely mysterious. If Cheng Yaojin wants to rely on these two brothers to sue the national teacher, it is difficult to ascend to heaven.

After breakfast, the Han Lin sisters still wanted to go out of the city to find the girl, but they were stopped by Fang Daoming. "According to my estimation, the girl should not be on the outskirts of the city. You'd better look for it in the city, and I'm afraid that the medicine will be a little prison, but I can't sit back and need to help her."

Han Qinghui answered, and the two sisters only looked slowly in the city. As for Fang Daoming, they went to the restaurant on the ten-mile long embankment that day to wait for one person. Sure enough, Fang Daoming just sat down for a moment, and someone else found him. It was the middle-aged scribe who took a picture at the table that day.

When the middle-aged scribe saw Fang Daoming here, there was a trace of joy on his face, and he saluted: "The Taoist priest's fairy is hard to find. I have been here for two days and finally came here."

Fang Daoming smiled and said, "The poor Tao didn't want to come here, but I guessed that my husband wanted to find the poor way, so I waited here."

This middle-aged scribe was shocked, but he was also a person who had seen the world, and then as usual: "The Taoist priest not only knows that I am looking for a Taoist priest, but also should be counted as what I am looking for a Taoist priest. I don't know if it is convenient."

"It can't be calculated," Fang Daoming shook his head and smiled and said, "Although the monk can calculate the past and the future, it is also limited to the other party's cultivation lower than himself. However, once the royal children are touched, there is a disturbance of the spirit of heaven in the dark, and it is difficult for anyone to calculate clearly."

The shock of the middle-aged scribe was different. He immediately glanced left and right, and then asked in a low voice, "I don't know if it's convenient to move and find a quiet place to talk."

"Why not, sir, just lead the way."

The middle-aged scribe was overjoyed and immediately led Fang Daoming to a delicate manor, dismissed the servants in the manor, found a ghost house, and personally presented fragrant tea. Before he could speak, he made another deep bow.

Fang Daoming turned his body sideways with a smile: "No, no, please say what's the matter, sir."

The middle-aged scribe also knew that the monk had a strange temper, so he stopped and fell from the position of guest with Fang Daoming and opened the chat box. It doesn't matter, but it led Fang Daoming into a political struggle * political struggle * vortex, which even provoked Han Qinghui's heart disaster. It took him a long time to break free, and even triggered a dragon and tiger struggle in the heavenly pilgrimage land of this capital city.