Chapter 1911: New enlightenment (1/2)
This sentence was like Huang Zhongda Lu, with a thunderous roar, slowly rippling through the depths of Fang's brain.
But before he woke up from the shock, he heard another cry that was sharper, resentful and crazy, coming from not far from the Valley of Fury:
”Federation! Li Yao! You are so cruel, so cruel!”
Before the words were over, a green glow rose from the ground and rushed towards the dozens of starships suspended in the sky. Grandpa Fang took a closer look. Among the green glow, he was a supernatural and refined temperament. Noble, beautiful and indispensable blue-shirt saint.
Even if resentment is soaring at this moment, like crazy, that perfect face still makes people feel stunned.
”This seems to be... the'Linglong Little Fairy' Murong Ling, the head of the four fairies in Baihe Prefecture, why is he crazy?”
The father of Fang is so happy and suave, he knows the ”Four Great Lords and Four Fairies” of the major states, counties, and major sects.
The ”Linglong Little Immortal” Murong Ling's cultivation is quite deep, and it seems to be slightly better than him. In a moment, he flew to a height of hundreds of meters, three or four exquisite magic swords swiftly swirling around his body, spurring a wave of wind and thunder. Like an angry roar: ”My father is the leader of the Hundred Hezhou Zhengdao. He has eliminated demons and defended the Tao for nearly a hundred years, and has maintained the order of the party. There has been no mistake. The name of the'Nan Tian Yijian' is like a thunderous sword. Who does not know? Now he has only killed five or six. A mob village was killed by you for no reason? I refuse to accept it, and Murongling refuses to accept it!
”Those mobs are simply to blame. Who told them to come to grab my Murong's food? In broad daylight, robbing the granary would be a gangster, a gangster, a heinous robber! Slay the robber's den and bring the big robbers and the little robbers down. Annihilation, this is a peaceful place, what's wrong with maintaining order? What's wrong with it!”
Murong Ling's screaming screams attracted a large number of ancient sage monks to gather in the valley, staring at the sky dumbfounded.
The Federation starship in the sky did not react at all, and remained silent, as if Murong Ling was speechless, and did not dare to refute her ”reason”.
Murong Ling became more excited, disheveled, and laughed loudly: ”What Star Federation, what vulture Li Yao, don't think I don't know your thoughts, you are just making an excuse to kill my father and plot me Murong. The family property is nothing, who didn't know that my Murong family occupies 30% of the spiritual fields and minerals in Baihe Prefecture, and now they all fall into your hands!
”If you want to add to the crime, there is nothing wrong with it, but with this ridiculous accusation, my family's ancestors’ inheritance is occupied, and the Murong family is ruined. I am not convinced, and the thousands of Taoists in my ancient sacred world will not be convinced. You do this, where is the heaven, where is the heaven, and where is the heaven!
”Vulture Li Yao, don't think that thousands of cultivators in the ancient sacred world are so afraid of your Xingyao Federation. Although Murong Ling is a female stream, he is righteous and righteous. This is a clear truth. Today, I will fight you. !
”You punish the ancestors of Lieyang, but rely on the power of the Yunqin Jinren, the benefits of hundreds of immortal boats, and you have the ability. Don't rely on the immortal boats and the golden men. Come down and fight Murong Ling alone!
”Li Yao, Li Yao, you—”
”Linglong Xiaoxian” Murong Ling drove the flying sword, stirring up the flames, and yelling.
Seeing that there are more and more Daoists gathered in the bottom, and some people even applaud her sparsely. Her courage and pride are also getting more and more full. In a daze, I really see the righteousness and integrity that has been lingering in the ancient sacred world for 100,000 years. Tianli, slowly rising from behind him, provided him with endless power.
I was about to smash my silver teeth, and ran into the biggest ”Xianzhou” at all costs, but saw that the three or four immortal boats on the left and right flashed on the light, and dozens of mysterious lights lased and pierced through oneself fiercely. The body, internal organs, and bones and flesh were instantly turned into ashes. Before the soul had time to make a painful struggle, his soul flew away, and he knew nothing.
The head of the four great fairies in Baihe Prefecture, just like this, there was nothing left.
Only pieces of crystal clear dust crystals, resembling a blizzard in June, contained infinite grievances, slowly falling onto the heads of many ancient sage monks.
Father Fang watched this scene silently.
His face was panic first, then panic, and then bewildered.
However, when the ”June Flying Snow” really landed on the ground and restored the true colors of the dust, the expressions of panic, doubt, and weakness were wiped out.
He was deeply stimulated by the ”Hundred Years Glorious Exhibition” and the scene before him, and he gained a new understanding.
I just feel that there is a thunderbolt in my mind, as if there is a brand new, vast sea, and higher levels of power are constantly pouring into it.
He still doesn't understand the nature of this power.
But it’s okay. In the coming days, the sky in the ancient sacred world has changed, and his Dao Heart is also undergoing earth-shaking changes. One day, he will figure out the source of the power of the Star Federation, and rely on this power to make himself and The Qingyun Sword Sect and the entire Ancient Sage Realm have climbed to a higher peak!
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Whether it is an ancient sage monk like ”Liu Liu Gongzi” Fang Chengzhi who is reborn and changing rapidly, or a stubborn, stubborn generation like ”Linglong Xiaoxian” Murong Ling, they can't interfere with Li Yao's Taoism in the slightest.
Li Yao was not in the Fury Mountain at all at this moment, but in the depths of the training room on a starship in the sky of Dagan Shendu, sitting cross-legged, practicing mysterious and mysterious cultivation.
At this moment, his hair is black and shiny, and there is a faint streamer on his skin, like a patina on precious cultural relics. His expression is calm, calm, and casual. He has reached the point of gestures, exhales and breaths, and the circulation of every thought. Is the level of practice