011 Yi Xuanzi

The fire knife in reverse illuminates the dark Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, which also reflects the white face of the narcissus.

"I haven't seen you for 15 years, and you are still at the level of immortality." The fierce fire knife was accompanied by Yang Zifan's ridicule, and the water fairy mobilized the spirit in her body to produce a large water mist to block the fire knife.

The fire knife trembled, and the water fairy's face became whiter and whiter. He had used ten times of his immortal power, but Yang Zifan's fingers two feet away did not move.

Is the Death Book really that magical?

He looked at the dark book with only resentment in his heart.

"Don't complain. If you have a benevolence from the beginning, why would there be today?" Yang Zifan's figure had appeared in a strange posture in front of the water mist, raising his hand and gently pushing forward.

The water fairy only felt that her hands were hammered and shouted to the left in pain: "Help me."

There was no response in the dark. He covered his hands and retreated in despair. The flying knives blocked his way. Yang Zifan raised his hand, and the blue light covered his hand * a lotus on his forehead shone more and more.

The water fairy completely collapsed. He learned that Yang Zifan had come to the fairyland. He thought that he would definitely be able to play with him and applaud with his own cultivation. He never thought that Yang Zifan, who had first arrived in the fairyland, had the strength to compete with the female immortal emperor.

The cyan palm stretches the distance between the two to the neck of the narcissus, and the narcissus will disappear with just a touch.

However, Yang Zifan's murderous spirit suddenly dissipated. He put his hand on the narcissus's shoulder and patted him and said, "I'm not like you."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared in the darkness.

He didn't take away the mortal book and didn't plan to look at it again. It's an honor to learn it. Why do you need to read the spells recorded on its page?

The water fairy collapsed on the ground and wiped the cold sweat on her forehead and stared at the mortal book, with a dead color in her eyes. Fifteen years ago, the teenager in those years had become like this. He looked up and smiled miserably: "Long Xiaofeng, Long Xiaofeng, you really accepted a good apprentice...haha...haha!"

The laughter was sad, but there was no hidden scriptures. In the dark, the plain palm picked up the mortal book.

"Why don't you look at it, do you know the hydrian?"

The water fairy collapsed on the ground and looked at the shadow in the dark without saying a word. After a while, he stood up and patted the dust on his clothes and said, "I will never be his enemy again."

"Oh!" The man in the dark was surprised and looked at him quietly with the tie on the mortal book.

The water fairy turned around and staggered away. In the dark, the man suddenly threw out the mortal book, and the book flew to the water fairy.

A line of strange words appeared in the dark. The narcissus stared at the strange words on the scroll. His face flushed, and a large amount of blood appeared in his eyes. He staggered back two steps, and the words in front of him made him excited and scared.

"Ah!" He screamed strangely, and a large area of black gas appeared all over his body. The black gas dispersed and fell straight on the floor. In the darkness, he got the scroll of heavenly books that waved to the shadow and rolled up and flew back back to his hand.

"Qingjia, bring him a sentence for me."

Qingjia Yingnuo in the right corner of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

"Tell him where Long Xiaofeng is going, and I plan to have an interesting game with him."

Qingjia nodded and retreated into the corner. In the dark, the man pinched the scroll in his hand and said to himself, "Why don't you open it?" Why didn't he call..."

Darkness returns to silence.

I met Yang Zifan, a water fairy, and found that he had grown up. He had grown up in a real sense. He couldn't complain about kindness, but he suppressed his anger and further understood himself.

The cultivation of Taoism is to cultivate the mind. The cultivation of the mind is actually looking for a fit point between your own Taoist heart and heaven and earth. If you are in line with the great success of Taoism, there will be a difference if you don't fit well with Taoism. The key to find the point between Taoism heart and heaven and earth is to find yourself and understand who I am.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent and take everything as rumin dogs, and saints are not benevolent and take the people as ruminant dogs. This is Taishang Laojun's understanding of heaven and earth that forged his merit of Sanqing.

However, Yang Zifan can't agree with his understanding of heaven and earth.

Is heaven and earth not kind? Are saints unkind?

How does unkindness come from merit?

Heaven and earth originate from all things, the origin of saints and mortals, seeking the way to give all things benevolence and righteousness, which is what heaven and earth and saints do.

Although Yang Zifan is not a saint, Qingfeng has kept in mind what he has taught him to be benevolent and righteous since he was a child. He knows exactly what he wants to do and what he should do.

Through the two lanes, Yang Zifan stopped in the depths of the lane and looked back and said, "Come out, you don't have to follow."

"Progress is fast." Qingjia came out of the darkness and was a little surprised that Yang Zifan could find him.

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "How can I play with you if I don't hurry up?"

Qingjia held his hand and said, "Play, I have never thought about it."

Yang Zifan said, "Daluo Jinxian ran to the mortal world to lie to me. What else can this be?"

Qingjia spread out his hand and said, "Wait, I never said that your master was looking for you."

"You are quite good at pretending." Yang Zifan squinted at him and said, "If you need anything, just say it."

Qingjia looked left and right to see if there were any talents around him and said, "I'm curious about how you practice."

Yang Zifan thought he would say something important, but he asked such a question and answered, "Why, you have a greater chance of winning with the current repair."

Qingjia looked at him in surprise and said, "A few months ago, your cultivation was only at the level of immortal generals. In just a few months, you have crossed the four realms of immortals, immortals, immortals and golden immortals. Which of these realms does not require others to practice for hundreds or even thousands of years. I am still interested in such cultivation. Of."

Yang Zifan did not feel a trace of pride after hearing this pile of praises. Instead, he guessed what would happen if nine leaves of green lotus hearts were opened together.

When Qingjia saw him lost in thought, he said, "Do you know that sometimes it's not good to be too fast."

Yang Zifan held his hand and said, "Thank you for reminding me, but I'm afraid that if I'm not happy, I will be tortured by your superiors. Tell me, what are you going to do to arrest me?"

After a painless conversation, the two finally got to the point.

"I won't catch you. Lord Xuanzi asked me to tell you something."

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"Your master is in the hands of the Queen Mother of the West, and Lord Xuanzi wants to play a game with you."

"What game?"

"Bodyguards and murderers."

"Who is the bodyguard and who is the murderer?"

"You are the bodyguard, and he is the murderer. One or two is the deadline."

Yang Zifan said coldly, "Isn't he afraid of the Queen Mother of the West?"

Qingjia looked at him and said, "Will the Queen Mother of the West take care of such things?"

"I advise you not to go." Qingjia didn't know where he came from.

A trace of resoluteness flashed in Yang Zifan's eyes and said, "Go, of course you have to go. Brother Qingjia doesn't have to persuade him."

"That's casual." Qingjia turned around and walked out of the lane to remind him, "Remember the one-month deadline."

Yang Zifan's face changed a little after he left. He was very anxious to hear the news that it was Master, and he was more sure that he was the one who did the Holy Dragon Order on that day in the hands of the Queen Mother of the West.

Master's life must be protected anyway, which is impossible to compromise.

Just how to take this first step?

He suddenly remembered the Empress and didn't have much time to rush in the direction, hoping that she had not returned to her fiefdom.

The mortal world.

The sun walked through the white clouds and shone into the dilapidated hut inside. A black foot in straw shoes shook against the sun. It seemed that he enjoyed the temperature brought by the sun very much. While Yang Zifan agreed to bet, his black feet took it back. A man in blue came out and looked up at his dark face. There was a strange smile on it.

"I want to play, it's good!"

Someone seemed to hear his own words in the sky, and there was a sneer.

"Be good inside, it's not your world outside."

Instead of answering, he raised his hand and raised his middle finger to the sky.

The sky is silent.

The man in blue squatted at the door with a strange smile and took a dead grass at his feet and threw it into the air.

The dead grass turned into a touch of white and disappeared into the sky.

At the same time, Yang Zifan, who was chasing the popular palace, suddenly felt a burst of heat in the back of his head and was so scared that he quickly stopped to touch it. As a result, there was nothing wrong behind his head. He looked around strangely and began the game of Xiaofan's fast running.

Western Pure Land.

The old monkey looked at this scene in the sky and the earth, scratched his head and asked, "Buddha, I really can't figure out why I chose that stupid boy?"

The circle monk said together, "Buddha can't say it."

"I can't say, I'm a Buddha, don't you want to say it." The old monkey grabbed a handful of soil and was about to smash it.

The circle monk smiled and said no.

The old monkey had no choice. He gave him a blank look and ran to the tree and said, "I'm bored with you here. I'm going to play in the fairyland." After saying that, the figure has disappeared into the sky.

The monk in circles did not obstruct it. He rolled up his sleeves and picked up a stone from the ground to draw a circle on the ground. The circles could not be drawn round, but he was full of confidence. He drew and drew, and the smile on his face was even worse.

Someone who is doing the Xiaofan fast running game has no idea that his running around will bring different degrees of reactions from several powerful heads in the three worlds. He didn't know that a big net was laid when he was very young, let alone that he had followed this net to a fixed end since he was born. This is The so-called fate. Fate is always imperceptible and quietly carried out. Then some small conspiracies can be detected.

For example, Xuanzi, the Heavenly Emperor enjoyed flowers in the courtyard every day, which was a little crazy. He did not want to accompany him, so he played a betting game with Yang Zifan. After the game began, he felt that the game of bodyguards and killers was too simple, and decided to add a tone to the game. Material.

Yang Zifan, who was sniffing in the air and chasing in the direction of the palace, did not notice that there was a person flying in the cloud he had released, and he raised his hand and turned out a bow and arrow.

Stand in the air, bend your knees, pull bows, and shoot arrows.

The bow string bounced, and the fairy power turned into an arrow. Yang Zifan was coldly hit by an arrow on his shoulder. The huge impulse hit him into the sky, and at this moment, another arrow flew between the clouds.

The first arrow was hit, and the second arrow Yang Zifan had a dike. He turned over and raised his hand to shoot it. The long arrow turned into a fairy power dissipated, and Yang Zifan turned into a fire and rushed down the clouds.

"Papa!" After two consecutive matches, the sound of vitality collision was deafening.

Yang Zifan's face turned pale, sprayed a mouthful of blood and flew back into the air.

"It's you!"

After suffering a secret loss, Yang Zifan saw clearly who the other party was.

"Who else can I be?" A Xuanzi turned into a long bow turned into a fairy power and looked at Yang Zifan, who sprayed another mouthful of blood, sneered.

Yang Zifan's heart melted into the cold air that the other party poured into his body, and the wound on his shoulder was scarred under the dual effect of immortality and thunder and fire drive.

Seeing such a perverted recovery ability, Xuanzi smashed his mouth and said, "It's really like a cockroach."

Yang Zifan stared at him and said, "The date hasn't arrived yet. Why did you sneak up?"

Yixinzi said, "Don't get me wrong. I only let Qingjia talk for a month, but I didn't say that I couldn't take action against you."

Xuanxian's cultivation is extremely powerful, second only to Jiutian Xuanxian and Shengxian. Few such masters can survive and retreat in the fairyland.

Yang Zifan said warily, "Then what do you want to do?" He knew very well that there was still a certain gap between his cultivation and Yi Xuanzi. At this time, it was not a good thing to be with him.

Yi Xuanzi smiled and said, "I think it's a waste of a month on you, so I'm going to kill you now." An understated sentence fell into his ears but was as suffocating as a thousand years of ice. Yang Zifan smiled after a short silence and said, "Can you kill me?"

"Why not?"

"The Emperor of Heaven does not agree."

Yang Zifan took out his boss's intention to make him have some scruples.

Yi Xuanzi seemed to hear a big joke: "Do you think no one can hear what you said in front of Nantian Gate?"

Yang Zifan said, "It's good to hear it, but you can't kill me."

"Bearby, I almost forgot that I heard that you are immortal." Yi Xuanzi patted his head as if he had really forgotten this matter. He looked at him with a smile and said, "Since it's an immortal body, you can naturally kill it many times. It's a lot of fun."

The words fell, and Yang Zifan was easily killed by Yi Xuanzi in front of him.

Yi Xuanzi looked at the flesh and blood of the sky and smiled, "I don't want to die, I think you can live several times."

The flesh and blood of the sky quickly gathered in the middle. In a few seconds, Yang Zifan returned to his original appearance. The feeling of death was still in his heart. He took a breath of cold air and stared at Xuanzi, only felt that there was something wrong with this person's head.

A Xuanzi smashed his mouth and said, "It's really resurrected. It just exploded from the outside. This time, try it from the inside." He raised his hand and pressed Yang Zifan from the air.

Yang Zifan only felt that the blood in his body was pouring towards his chest in an instant, and the feeling of swelling in his body came with severe pain. He knew that he would be killed if he didn't take action again, so he jumped up and controlled the vitality around him to attack Yi Xuanzi with various different attributes.

Yi Xuanzi looked at the flames, water, wood chips and ice knives pouring around him and did not panic at all. He stretched out his hand and clenched it hard in the palm of his hand.

"Ah!" Yang Zifan exclaimed in pain, and his whole body burst into two pieces from his chest, and scarlet blood splashed everywhere.

The surging flame, water flow, wood chips and ice skates lost control and dissipated invisible.

Yang Zifan was resurrected from death again. The fear of death made his face white, and bean-sized sweat rolled down. Two consecutive deaths cannot be tolerated by ordinary people.

Yi Xuanzi clapped his hands and said, "It seems that I really can't kill you. Try this trick again, freeze."

Yang Zifan was frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant. Yi Xuanzi was very satisfied with his fairy skills. He used a very blunt long knife to walk towards the ice sculpture and said to himself, "If you die, there will be no pain. If you don't die, you will only have more pain."

After saying that, he raised a long knife and cut it to Yang Zifan with his left hand.

"Ah!" Yang Zifan roared, broke away from the ice and attacked Yi Xuanzi's purple mansion with one palm. Xuanzi was slightly shocked and raised his hand and kicked a very simple move.

"Papa!"

Hands and feet collided with Yang Zifan's hands respectively.

The two separated, and Yixuan bulleted the dust on his sleeve. Yang Zifan rubbed his hands and couldn't understand why he couldn't understand him.

Yi Xuanzi looked at him and praised, "Yes, there is progress. The original move can't trap you. Now let's take a look at this move." As long as he finished speaking, he picked up his finger.

Yang Zifan suddenly felt a cold in his body, his blood began to freeze, and his body was stiff, and only his eyes could be turbulent.

"You have an immortal body, and I have the art of killing. Today's trick is very funny." He melted out the blunt sword again and walked to Yang Zifan step by step to split him apart.

Yang Zifan was frightened to find that there was no room for him to fight back in front of Yi Xuanzi's tricks. Looking at the other party approaching step by step, he recalled every detail and tried to find the traces of Yi Xuanzi's fairy art.

"Water." Suddenly, he realized some key points. From the first time he met Yixuanzi to now, the fairy skills shown by Yixuanzi are all water attributes, that is to say, as long as there is water, he can use his magic power.

Inexplicably frozen, and the condensation of blood is all manifestations. Thinking of this, Yang Zifan was overjoyed and secretly said that if he made a layer of isolated things to protect his body full of water, wouldn't it not be so easy to be subject to others?

Heartbeat, spiritual consciousness.

The vitality around him turned into a mask to protect him. Yang Zifan quickly ran Jiuye Qinglian's heart and flowed through all the meridian blood. Yang Zifan's body trembled and came back from the stiff state. He took a long breath and spouted out a large area of Qinglian sky fire.

The fire of the green lotus was so strong that Xuanzi did not dare to pop up a cold current to extinguish the fire. Yang Zifan took advantage of this moment to quickly flee north.

If you can't beat it, you can only run.

Yang Zifan is not a fool. If he can't beat him, he still has to hold on.

Yi Xuanzi shouted to the fleeing Yang Zifan, "Don't run away, it's a waste of energy." After saying that, Zhang Xu's spell of capturing Moke appeared in his mouth that day.

Yang Zifan, who escaped, only felt a flash in front of his eyes and returned to his original place. Yi Xuanzi pinched his finger and looked at him and laughed, "If you don't play enough today, I won't let you go."

Yang Zifan was fooled as a monkey and got angry. He recalled what the other party said when he met Elder Yi Chen that day: "I can't beat you to death. What are you afraid of?"

He shouted and adjusted the cultivation in his body to the best state and wanted to fight with Yi Xuanzi.

A Xuanzi saw his face full of solemnity, and secretly glanced at the ring of the rhinoceros on his right finger at the same time.