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

Lingtai Mountain, inside the bamboo building.

A cute little white tiger sneaked out of the room.

While moving his four hooves, he looked around and looked around to observe the surrounding situation.

After a while, in the elixir garden, the little white tiger became even more sneaky.

Turning a blind eye to other exotic flowers and plants, with a flick of the nose, he smells the scent and knows the way, turning around and around, sneaking all the way.

Finally, we stopped under a towering tree. This tree was golden in color, with luxuriant branches and leaves. It exuded rich starry brilliance, as if it was bathing in the stars all over the sky. It was sacred and extraordinary.

It is the acquired spiritual root of the highest grade: the little star fruit tree.

The amber pupils stared at the star fruits hanging on the branches. The little white tiger couldn't hold it back. It whined and used its hind hooves hard. With the breeze, the whole tiger flew up and rushed forward.

However, the opposite happened.

Accompanied by the sound of gold and iron clashing, the little white tiger bumped into the invisible restraint, feeling dizzy, with stars in his eyes, and teetering on the verge of collapse.

When he was about to fall to the ground, he was picked up by the fur on his back with a hand. Looking at the little white tiger that was smashed to pieces due to gluttony, Mo Yan was delighted and chuckled.

"Pindao's elixir garden is full of restrictions, how could it be stolen by you so easily?"

Mo Yan flicked the cute thing in his hand and his head collapsed. Mo Yan, holding the little white tiger with sad eyebrows and droopy eyes, as if he had admitted his mistake, turned and left the elixir garden and walked towards the bamboo pavilion. In the pavilion, the breeze was blowing. Little white tiger.

Bai Hu lay quietly on the bamboo table, listless.

Mo Yan sat on the bamboo chair, looking at the blossoming white lotus in the spiritual pond, sipping a sip of bamboo tea, his eyes meditative.

It had been a hundred years since he killed Qiong Qi.

A hundred years ago, Mo Yan After Yan brought the little white tiger back to the dojo, he waited for the White Tiger clan to come looking for him so that he could make some requests. The White Tiger clan is a large clan in the West, with a long heritage and profound heritage, older than the Sumeru Mountains.

Even if the West is prone to disasters , the inspiration for creation has plummeted and become extremely barren. The White Tiger Clan still occupies the only high-grade Cave Heaven Blessed Land in the West. The depth of its heritage is unimaginable.

Mo Yan wants to take the opportunity to exchange high-grade innate fire energy with them. It is best to have it, but it can be done without. In exchange for other spiritual objects.

This is also the reason why he came to rescue the little white tiger.

As a result, after waiting for a hundred years, there was no movement.

Thirty years ago, the acquired high-grade spiritual root star fruit tree finally grew and bore the first batch of fruits. Yan picked four.

He tasted one for himself, and gave the other three to Qing Wu, Wu Xin and Little White Tiger respectively. From then on, he was obsessed with this little guy. He started stealing one after another.

He suffered a loss every time, but he always remembered whether to eat or not. Fight.

At this time, Mo Yan received a transmission note.

Master Zhunti and his uncle finally came out of seclusion

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Mount Sumeru, Bodhi Hall.

Feeling the increasingly vast and unpredictable aura of Zhunti, Mo Yan bowed and saluted, and said happily

"Congratulations, Master, for advancing on the great road again"

"I wish Master to attain enlightenment as soon as possible and have a long and holy life."

After firing a burst of magic power to lift his apprentice up, Zhunti said with a smile.

"Long time no see, your cultivation has reached the late stage of Taiyi"

"The magic power is deep, the body is strong, and the foundation is solid. It can be seen that you have practiced diligently and never slackened off over the years, which is very good."

As both disciples of the Tao Ancestor, he ranks at the bottom, and his cultivation base is not as good as that of San Qing, Nu Wa and Jie Yin Dao brothers.

But his disciples are up to par!

Not only is he the first disciple of the third generation of Xuanmen, his cultivation is not shallow, but he is also above When the innate gods and demons follow, their luck will be long and their blessings will be profound.

The future disciples of Sanqing Nuwa will definitely not be able to compare with her!

Mo Yan saluted again and said respectfully

"It is because of the master’s teachings that the disciples are where they are today."

Zhunti said with a smile.

"There is no need to be so polite between you and me, master and disciple."

"I have not taught a sermon for many years, so today I will explain to you the mysteries of Daluo and teach you some magical powers and secrets of Mount Sumeru."

"You also need to prepare for this situation in advance."

It is about the Tao, and Mo Yan dare not neglect it.

He sits on a futon, with a focused expression, and listens attentively to the Tao.

In the Bodhi Hall, Tao sounds fill the air, Tao rhymes intertwine, interpreting the mysterious Tao and the truth, golden flowers fall from the sky, and golden lotuses surge from the ground.

Three feet above the head At this place, the best Bodhi seed hangs down the light of wisdom; in the soul of the Lingtai, the pure bell shakes gently; on the lips, teeth and tongue, the enlightenment tea leaves emit the fragrance. After his understanding greatly increased, Mo Yan accompanied the sound of the Tao, instantly entered the Tao, and steered a thousand-foot-long boat. Wandering in the vast ocean, facing the wind, fighting the wind and waves, the speed is extremely fast, and the benefits are huge. The Taoism is more perfect, the magical power is more powerful, the magic power is stronger, the body is stronger, and the soul is more flawless.

Seeing this scene, I am satisfied. A smile.

Apart from Zixiao Palace Listening to Tao and Hongmeng Ziqi, this disciple is the greatest blessing he has received in his endless years.

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After a thousand years, the sermon ends.

A hundred years later, Mo Yan woke up.

After thanking the master, he asked

"Master, my disciple’s path has been perfected."

"Only one innate high-grade Lihuo Qi is missing, and the five Qi can reach the Yuan, and truly set foot in the realm of Taiyi perfection."

"May I ask if Master has this thing or something similar to it? The disciple is willing to exchange a pound of enlightenment tea leaves."

Going up to the cloud platform, Zhunti was silent.

He seemed to have thought of something difficult to recall, and then said after a moment

"When I became friends from all over the world, I traveled to the Southern Continent and had a pleasant chat with the ancestral phoenix who was sitting on the immortal volcano. We made an agreement that we would not enter the Southern Continent in this era."

"The spiritual objects obtained in the past have been exhausted. Neither I nor your uncle have high-grade fire-attributed innate spiritual objects in our hands."

Thinking of the experience of being suppressed and beaten, Zhunti was a little embarrassed. He was indeed reckless when he was just starting out. With the help of Daluo Jinxian's cultivation, he went directly to the immortal volcano to form a relationship.

Just when Zuhuang woke up from his deep sleep, not only did he Withholding the income from his marriage, he was given a good lesson and made an oath of heaven.

Fortunately, Zhunti is no longer what it used to be. He has been tempered for a long time. Even if he is embarrassed in his heart and has a calm face, he will even modify the original encounter. After a while, he described being forced as sympathy.

As for the senior brother, he is an ascetic monk.

Although his cultivation level is high, he is poorer than him and cannot be expected at all.

On the cloud platform, he glanced at his disciples and continued.

"I see there is a trace of White Tiger Clan Karma in you"

"Just now, I was concentrating on my calculations, communicating with the way of heaven, and found out that you saved a white tiger thousands of years ago."

"In the last era, the White Tiger Clan was an ally of the Qilin Clan, and they fought with the Feng Clan for many years. Maybe they will have something left in their hands."

"Soon, the White Tiger Clan will solve the foreign troubles and come to look for you. You can ask about it."

Mo Yan stood up and bowed to salute.

"Disciple, thank you Master for your guidance."

"Then he returned to the dojo and waited for the White Tiger Clan to come."

Before leaving, Mo Yan left six acquired star fruits and gave them to Master Zhunti and his uncle to try.

By the way, he reminded them that if there is an innate fruit core, don't forget his share, maybe it can help the West again. Cultivate some spiritual roots.

After giving each of the two boys in gold and white a star fruit, Mo Yan drove the escape light and flew away through the sky.