Honghuang: Rebirth of Lingzhu, I am the leader of the West

Kunlun Mountain, Taiqing Peak.

Time passes, but the fight remains the same.

It's just that no matter how many magical powers and magical techniques Cihang uses, he can't shake Xuandu at all.

He only used the Taiqing Divine Thunder and raised the flaming flag off the ground, and it was like an eternal fairy island. No matter how strong the wind was, the waves were raging, and the tsunami was raging, it remained still.

The red light of the flaming flag rose from the ground, and the Taiqing Divine Thunder became more and more fierce.

The great powers here all congratulate Saint Taiqing, not only because Xuandu has won, but also because his strength far exceeds that of Cihang, and he has a successor in the human religion.

The three religions are integrated into one body, sharing prosperity and loss together.

Xuandu strives for success, Yuqing and Shangqing are equally proud.

The three pure saints were all smiling.

The Second Sage of the West didn't think there was anything wrong. Cihang's defeat was expected. Anyway, the reputation of the Western Sect has been spread and it has gained a lot.

Cihang is also a fourth-generation disciple of Xuanmen, so it doesn't matter if he loses.

Mo Yan was more open-minded.

In his eyes, winning or losing is a kind of realization.

As long as your heart is always pure, you will not be afraid of dust and frost from the outside world.

On the fighting stage, there is no doubt about the outcome.

But at the end of the battle, Cihang directly removed the Seven Treasures Dharma Lotus and used the power of the Great Freedom and Nirvana to carry the Taiqing Divine Thunder together.

She was like a traveler braving the wind and snow, despite the wind and snow, her expression remained firm and never timid.

Thunder is like rain, thunder is like wind.

She shuttled through it, trying her best to absorb and refine it.

As if an ant is crawling towards the top of the mountain, unwavering in its determination regardless of rain or shine.

Finally, after passing through layers of restraints, breaking through the thunder net blockade, and walking to Xuandu, Cihang had cultivated the first level of this magical power.

The nirvana body was just formed, and Cihang, who was seriously injured, recovered as before.

The blood-stained white clothes are clean again, and even the Taoist heart that was dusty due to the defeat is once again spotless, pure and comfortable.

After washing away the lead, Cihang's body lost a bit of sharpness and his aura became warmer. He bowed to Xuandu and saluted.

"Thank you, uncle, for helping me."

After the ceremony, she turned around and walked off the fighting stage and sat down again.

Not to mention powerful, even the third generation disciples of Xuanmen could see that Cihang was different.

Xuandu won this fight, but Cihang also Didn’t lose.

After collecting his magical powers and spiritual treasures, Xuandu put away the complicated emotions on his face and returned to the futon to sit down.

This unique discussion won the praise of the powerful Taoists.

Just when Saint Taiqing was about to announce the result, Mo Yan stepped onto the stage.

This scene was beyond the expectations of many great experts. Even Saint Sanqing and Saint Nuwa were astonished. The color of pain on Saint Yingying's face became even thicker. When Saint Taiqing turned to ask questions, he immediately looked away and deceived himself and others. He deliberately Turn a blind eye.

As for the Saint Zhunti, he has long been smiling like a flower.

The Saint Taiqing is unwilling to pay attention to it.

"Since it is a dispute between three generations of Xuanmen disciples, how can Pindao be the less important?"

As soon as Mo Yan said these words, the corners of the mouth of the powerful Xuanmen twitched.

They all looked at Saint Zhunti, and the meaning in their eyes was very clear:

Like a teacher, there must be a disciple!

They are all such scoundrels!

They really come from the same origin!

Accurately. The smile on Saint Ti's face became even brighter.

He turned a blind eye to the accusations and astonishment of the powerful men. He was even open and generous and allowed them to look at him.

Anyway, after a few glances, he would not lose a piece of meat, and the spiritual treasure would be enough.

Even the Xuanmen disciples looked weird..

All because they did not expect that Sage Mo Yan would ignore his dignity and bully the younger ones.

But then they laughed at themselves.

Because Sage Mo Yan was also a third-generation disciple of Xuanmen.

It was just that he stood too tall.

Even most of the Zixiao Palace All the successful guests were left behind by him.

So they defaulted that he would not intervene.

They defaulted that he would just sit back and watch.

They defaulted that he was one of the spectators.

But they never thought that Saint Mo Yan would also participate in the fight.

But he just chose And they met the conditions.

He was a third-generation disciple and a junior.

Although he was ridiculously strong, that was the fact.

They also saw that Sage Mo Yan aspired to the innate high-grade spiritual treasure.

But they were unable to stop it and had mixed reactions.

Some disciples felt that Mo Yan The saint has lost his grace, bullied the weak with force, and has no shame.

Some disciples feel that saint Mo Yan is worthy of admiration. The west is barren. If it were them, they would take this opportunity to get the spiritual treasure in an open and honest way, whether for their own use or for other purposes. Giving it to fellow sects or disciples can help them go further on the road. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!) The

Taoist masters also quickly thought of this truth.

In response, they had complicated expressions. The reactions were the same as those of the three generations of disciples, mainly showing two extreme views.

But no matter which one, they had to admit:

Sage Mo Yan was indeed qualified to participate.

Even they saw it more thoroughly than the disciples.

Mo Yan's move was aspirational In the innate spiritual treasure, he is teaching three generations of disciples another principle. In the ancient times, the weak preyed on the strong, and the strong were respected!

Whoever has a big fist has a big truth!

Now, he can still seize the loopholes in the Tao Discussion Conference and only treat him as a disciple of the same generation. Reason to them.

When they actually face a crisis in the future, they will know the crueler truth.

Although there are some rogues, the truth is true.

0 Ask for flowers. Taiqing Saint was helpless, and finally the leader was captured by Mo Yan.

This discussion conference came to an end. , both reasonable and unreasonable.

Mo Yan doesn’t care what other creatures think.[]

Whether it’s disdain or contempt.

The West is poor, and Western religions are even less wealthy than the three Eastern religions.

If you can get the innate spiritual treasure in a fair and just way, without killing any living beings, and without having to worry about cause and effect, why not do it?

As for face, Mo Yan doesn't care.

My mind is at peace and pure!

As long as he thinks it's worth it, why should he care about rumors?

In the end, everything will be false!

Only when the Tao mind is at ease is it true!

The only thing you can control is reality!

All dharmas are empty, but I am not empty.

What's more, if given the chance, would other Taoist masters really be indifferent to these four innate high-grade spiritual treasures?

After all, they are also somewhat envious.

That being the case, what does their opinion have to do with him?

If you really want to have a good relationship, you won't belittle what he did today; if it's just a superficial relationship, you don't have to care.

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On the fighting stage.

Mo Yan waved his sleeves and collected three innate high-grade spiritual treasures, leaving only the Water and Fire Picture.

Sage Shangqing was a little surprised. He looked over curiously and saw Mo Yan bowing to Sage Sanqing and Sage Nuwa.

"The later generations dared to ask the saint if he had twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls in his hand. Mo Yan was willing to exchange the Water and Fire Diagram for half a kilogram of Enlightenment Tea."

Hearing this, the four saints were stunned.

After a little communication with the way of heaven, they knew the truth.

After thinking for a moment, the saint of Shangqing agreed to exchange.

However, he did not ask for the water and fire map and the enlightenment tea, but made a request

"Fellow Taoist Ran Deng is a powerful man from the East, but he defected to the West. I was not willing to exchange, but in the end I changed my mind."

"He should have missed the opportunity and needed to waste some time to become a quasi-sage, but because of you, Fellow Taoist Randeng touched the threshold of a quasi-sage in advance, and the quasi-sage is in sight from afar"

"You are its lifeline"

"Now he is begging for the remaining twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls. Pindao is very curious about how far Ran Deng can go after seizing this glimmer of hope."

"Because of you and Ran Deng, can the West seize a glimmer of hope and recover early?"

"If it succeeds at this time, it proves that a glimmer of vitality is the great road. The poor Taoist will also be happy to observe the changes between Ran Deng and the West, and the Tao will make great progress; if it fails, you may owe Randeng a cause and effect to Jie Jiao, and I will not endanger you and others in the future. When you die, you need to repay the factory"