"Did I … not die?"
"At that moment, at least dozens of cultivators above the Golden Core Realm attacked me furiously. Even if I did not become a sieve, I would not have survived."
"However, in a flash, I and Martial Nephew Wen arrived here. There were two immortals sitting on the clouds, and one of them even bowed to me with a Taoist salute …"
"Help my disciple?"
"Are you Yang Jian's master?" Fu Dongliu asked subconsciously. Then, he quickly changed his words and smiled awkwardly.
Only then did he look at Yuding Zhenren carefully. He found that Yuding's face was not handsome, but he was very pleasant to look at. He gave people a sense of sincerity and steadiness, as if he had been washed with lead and accumulated for countless years.
It was a kind of steadiness that gave people a sense of security, without any sense of oppression.
As for the other old Taoist, he was sloppy and had a thieving look in his eyes. He raised his hand to touch his mustache and giggled foolishly …
When Fu Dongliu looked at Yuding Zhenren again, he felt that he was an immortal!
Fu Dongliu cupped his hands to Yuding Zhenren and said, "Thank you for saving me, Senior. Brother Yang is being hunted, why … why don't you save him?"
The young princess also came to her senses. She looked at Yuding blankly and did not know what to say.
Before Yuding said anything, the old Taoist picked up his teacup and said with a smile, "What is there to save? What is there to save? Isn't it Yang Jian's master who launched the Inescapable Net to kill Yang Jian? This person is just a trial for him to let him know how difficult the Untainted World is. What is there to save? "
"This …"
Fu Dongliu's eyes were a little blank, and then he smiled bitterly. He roughly understood the cause and effect.
It seemed that the Heaven Rift Valley's Taoist Scripture, which made the cultivators in the Concealed Realm crazy, did not exist.
The culprit who attracted thousands of cultivators and caused the intense hunting was right in front of him. It turned out to be Yang Jian's master.
And all of this was just an experience arranged for Yang Jian.
It was a pity that he had foolishly risked his life to repay Brother Yang's kindness to the Sect, but the young girl beside him also had the same thoughts, both of them prepared to die.
Yuding flipped his hand and made two cloud chairs. He said warmly, "Please rest here for the time being. Later, I'll have to ask the two of you to help my disciple resolve the difficulties in his heart. If I have offended you in any way, I apologize. "
"Haha." Fu Dongliu raised his head and laughed. His laughter was filled with helplessness and desolation. "In the end, I'm just a fool. Thank you for saving my life, Senior! "
He walked two steps on the cloud and sat on the cloud chair.
The young princess was a little angry at first, but when she saw Yuding Zhenren's temperament and appearance, she couldn't get angry. Thinking that he was Yang Jian's teacher, she lowered her head and sat beside Fu Dongliu.
Although Yuding had saved them and apologized twice, the two of them still felt a little uncomfortable.
However, they heard the old Daoist priest enlighten the two of them. "Don't complain. This is your good fortune. This is Yuding Zhenren, one of the twelve Golden Immortals of Chanism. He has hidden the deepest. He is also one of the top mystical beings in the Primordial World. "
"Senior, you're being too serious." Yuding glanced over.
The old Daoist priest spread his hands and sat there without saying anything else.
Although his mystical abilities were not as good as Yuding's, the old Daoist priest was not afraid of him. After all, he had a high chance of escaping from Yuding Zhenren even if he was seriously injured.
Fu Dongliu and the young princess looked at each other and saw the bitter smiles and confusion in each other's eyes.
Yuding Zhenren drew a circle casually. He used the technique of observing the fog in the clouds. There were ripples in the circle at first, and then an image gradually appeared.
In the image, Yang Jian fought and retreated. He used the simplest method of throwing stones to kill the pursuers behind him.
Seeing that the cultivators and flying boats were about to surround him, Yang Jian focused on escaping. Then, he occupied the terrain and attacked from afar with stones again.
Compared to the battle in the mystic realm, Yang Jian no longer had any scruples when he attacked.
Anyone who wanted his life had to be prepared to have their lives taken away by him!
"Chanism …"
Fu Dongliu retracted his gaze. He knew that with the immortal Yuding Zhenren here, he naturally did not have to worry about Yang Jian's safety.
The difference between immortals and mortals in this world was as difficult as ascending to the sky.
The old Daoist priest chuckled. "Haven't you heard of Chanism? This great world was truly hopeless. The Dao Sect should know about it, right? Have you heard of the three sects of Dao Sect? This is the disciple of the Sage, the Sage! "
"Sage!" Fu Dongliu's eyes widened, and he almost jumped out of the cloud chair.
Yuding looked at the old Daoist helplessly. How could he not know that the old Daoist priest was mocking him?
Yuding pondered for a while, and then told him the whole story.
"I had no choice but to arrange this training. My disciple has great luck, and he is one of the Tribulation Takers in the next Eon. I have tried to change his fate, but the fate has been decided. "
"The third and fourth generation disciples of Chanism are all people with great fortune. Most of their cultivation is meditating in the mountains. With the luck of Chanism, they can safely obtain the Dao Fruit of Longevity."
"However, my disciple is going to face the endless Eon. If he cultivates in the mountains, no matter how high his cultivation is, he will probably be destroyed when the Great Tribulation comes. He has to go through a lot of training."
"At this moment, my disciple's cultivation is still weak, so I am here to protect him. Once he has the power to protect himself, he will have to go out and fight for his own destiny. "
Fu Dongliu could be proud of himself for making Yuding Zhenren explain so much in one breath.
Unfortunately, Fu Dongliu had a stubborn streak in his bones. In a low, muffled voice, he said, "But if it's like this, although it's a bit offensive, your clan's disciple is a disciple, but the disciples of other clans are not?"
Yuding sighed, and could not speak anymore. This time, he was really unreasonable.
The old Daoist priest could not stand it anymore. He was one of the twelve Golden Immortals, how could he not understand a cultivator's words?
"You brat, you're really ignorant! Although this Enlightened Master used the hands of many cultivators to train his disciple, those who died died because of their greed! "
The old Daoist snorted, "Besides, this Enlightened Master set up a formation, and used the blood condensed from the death of these cultivators to nourish this world, so that it can survive for another thousand years! What else do you want? "
Fu Dongliu trembled when he heard this. He looked at Yuding with a complicated gaze, and finally, he could only sigh …
"Oh no! He's in trouble! "The young princess suddenly said.
Among the four of them, she was the only one who had been staring at the cloud mirror.
In the cloud mirror, the group of cultivators who were chasing after Yang Jian was sent flying by a few old men. These old men were not protecting Yang Jian, but they were suppressing Yang Jian with a few streams of light.
Fu Dongliu said in a low voice, "It's the experts of the older generation from each sect! I've seen this person's portrait! He died a thousand years ago! "
"It's okay." Yuding's voice seemed to have some kind of calming power. "That disciple of mine has a mystic technique to protect his body. Those who have not become immortals should not be seriously injured."
As soon as Yuding finished speaking, in the cloud mirror, Yang Jian was hit in the back by a golden shuttle. Yang Jian's Qi and blood surged, and he lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood …
That golden shuttle was an immortal treasure that surpassed the realm of Dharma treasures!
"Pfft!" The old Daoist could not help but turn his head and shrug his shoulders.
Yuding's expression was also gloomy. He moved his fingers slightly, and the golden shuttle exploded with a bang. The person who controlled the golden shuttle was so scared that he was covered in white sweat.
Yuding raised his hand again, and a black light flew down the cloud …
In the cloud mirror, the figures of old men came from all directions, and their auras became stronger and stronger.
Yang Jian could not fight them, so he could only run again. However, these old men did not attack each other. Instead, they tacitly forced Yang Jian to run in a certain direction.
Heaven Rift Valley.
The black light released by Yuding shuttled through the cloud and followed closely behind Yang Jian, ready to land at any time.
In front of Yang Jian, there were more than ten old men who floated like immortals, and they set up a large array.
Yang Jian did not know what was going on, so he rushed in. He only felt that the world was spinning, and his figure flashed and disappeared …
When he reappeared, Yang Jian and the six girls who were sleeping soundly in his arms were unscathed. Looking up, he found himself in the wilderness that he had never been to before.
There was black gravel under his feet. When he looked up, many figures appeared in front of him, and there were nearly a hundred old men.
"Go in."
An old man with a tall hat said coldly.
Yang Jian turned his head and saw a gloomy valley behind him. The valley was filled with black fog, and there were sounds of ghosts crying.
Although the Reiki of Heaven and Earth was about to dry up, these old men who had been cultivating for hundreds and thousands of years were not stupid.
The six girls in Yang Jian's arms, and the rumors about the Taoist Canon in the Heaven Rift Valley were all strange. They asked Yang Jian to take the six girls into the Heaven Rift Valley, so that Yang Jian could explore the way for them.
If there was really a Taoist Canon here, in their opinion, it would not be a problem to take down Yang Jian, and it would not be too late to make a move then.
Seeing that Yang Jian did not move, the old man shouted again, "Go in! Or die! "
"Die?"
Yang Jian smiled coldly and slowly raised his head. His long hair was no longer fluttering, but his eyes were full of arrogance that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you say you want me to die? "
The old man with the tall hat was not angry at all, but sneered, "You just have some brute force. I guess you have some opportunities, but you have no ability."
"I have no ability?" Yang Jian pointed at the old man and scolded, "You so-called seniors, you let those disciples with low cultivation to test my methods with their lives. Is this what you call ability? Hahaha! You are just a bunch of thieves! Why should I, Yang Jian, be afraid of you? "
The old man's face was full of anger, and he smiled coldly, "Do you really think I can't kill you?"
At this moment, a black light rushed out of the Sky Rift Valley, and with a clang, it was inserted in front of Yang Jian.
Those old men all opened their eyes wide, and saw in front of Yang Jian, a long sword shining with black light was inserted into the stone one foot, and it was trembling slightly at this time.
Yang Jian did not even look at it, and raised his hand to grab the sword.
Anyway, it was a desperate situation. Even if this strange long sword was a magic weapon that could devour people's souls, so what?
Clang!
The long sword was unsheathed, and the fierce killing intent on it soared into the sky.
Yang Jian held Liu Ya in his arms with his left hand, and did not notice that Liu Ya had woken up at this time. She was staring at him with a pair of eyes that he had never seen before, with some appreciation, some confusion, and some gentleness in her eyes.
This was definitely not the eyes of a four or five-year-old girl, because it was too vicissitude and too plain.
"Come on!"
Yang Jian shouted angrily, and his Qi rushed to the sky. He pointed the long sword diagonally, as if the sky and the earth could not tolerate his fighting intent!
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