As soon as Ji Yi pondered over herself, she was a centenarian, although she lied that she was Chitose when she boasted …

At the last entry, Ji Xiang skipped it directly.
If you see a talented person, you have to kill him or eat him, and you are no different from those people in Lishan River.
The cloud and mist made way for her to tell many things that happened before, including the Biyou Palace and the Qing Dynasty. After listening to it, she was deeply impressed.
"I can’t guess that the immortals in Lishanhe really know how to find things, but how do you know this when you are young? Do those old immortals regard you as their confidant?"
Mao Shandao explained, "I fainted before, but those who were going to descend because the immortal wanted to borrow my body and hide my soul were the third ancestors, and I heard all these sounds when he talked to the mountain master before."
"Actually, I still need to thank the Taoist master. If it weren’t for the Hou Niang’s death and unwillingness to enter the Qing Dynasty, I wouldn’t have got so much time to regain my consciousness, and the third ancestor wouldn’t be busy with the new Tao and put me aside for a short time."
"I woke up after the three ancestors disappeared, or the Lord saved my life."
Ji Xiang disdained, "You have a lot of means to learn from your ancestors. Even the Confucian classics of the Qing Dynasty can be abandoned regardless of what you want to break and start again! If I get your ancestor, do you think I am your real ancestor? "
Maoshan Road reveals a weak smile. "If you have attained the Qing ancestor’s practice, then you are naturally the Qing ancestor."
"But when the ancestors were born, they all knew things. We can’t know them and we won’t know them."
The speed of the cloud rolling like this is too slow. At this time, the birds are flying in the sky. It is strange to look at her like this stepping on the cloud, but the pedestrians are filled with emotion when they see this scene.
"Traveling to the North Sea at dusk, eating morning dew and eating clouds and clouds"
His haggard face recovered a little bit, which made his vitality in the flesh gradually recover and greatly affected her image.
Ji Xiang felt that the true meaning of the three religions in her mind was actually automatically working, and an improved method for walking on clouds emerged.
This surprised Ji Xiang!
"This is enlightenment!"
"This is Daoism?"
Ji Xiang feels that she has found a baby!
I used to grab Maoshan Road as a tour guide. I didn’t expect this little talent to go against the sky!
Just sending a sentiment with a heart made Ji Xiang get a little inspiration. This talent made Ji Xiang admire and felt that this little boy should not go back to Qing Dynasty.
According to the newly emerging improvement method, Ji Xiang merged her clouds into the clouds with the help of the sea of clouds. Suddenly, the sea rolled like a big wave and the wind blew like a sail in the sea, and suddenly the clouds changed and came to a city.
"Six of the seventy-two factions in Maoshan gathered here."
Although it is a temporary deduction of inferior spells, it can be seen that the most basic divine light does not cover up and change the situation.
"What is this city? Why do I feel a little strange? This is not a city of people?"
"The divine light floating inside is not like the gathering place of witchcraft. Of course, my eyes are not very good. Can you give me an explanation?"
At the crossing of Maoshan Mountain, "There are six major buildings in Maoshan Mountain. They didn’t participate in the killing activities of Biyou Palace here, but the mountain owner once speculated that the seemingly calm water surface must be undercurrent."
"I once heard that there was a great epidemic in the city of Liuda, which killed many people, but not many people afterwards. Some people have never heard of this great epidemic."
Ji Xiang looked at this strange city, the capital of six Dojo schools. France, Buddhism and Taoism are different. They are developed by the people. The sects have their own unique spells and the people live in a mixed life.
"It is indeed a very good reason to cover up the epidemic of population disappearance."
Chapter two hundred and twelve That’s him
The air in the city is floating, but there is still a thin layer of yin. At this time, there is a Maoshan Buddhism monk outside a haunted house to help people practice the law. After a while, Huang Fu flew up and sneaked out of the house, screaming and screaming, which made the whole house fall into terror.
A grimace appeared at the gate, and the window was also full of shadows. The owner of the mansion was a wealthy businessman. When he saw this scene, he was almost incontinent. Even the young mage in Maoshan, who was getting rid of ghosts, looked dignified.
But the old mage behind him is very calm.
"Don’t be afraid of this sneaky strength. Don’t be afraid of it. We monks are just something that can be erased easily, even if it takes a lot of people’s sun be the spirit and three souls. It’s just a breeze for you to break it well now."
The old mage points behind the young mage, but the young mage takes a deep breath because he thinks that the strength of relaxed ghosts is not measurable after all. They have no absolute fixed combat power, and there are often many unexpected tricks and changes.
"Are you still afraid?"
The old mage frowned. "What are you afraid of? This sneaky altar can’t drag you from the altar unless there is a big event, and you don’t need to fight it head-on. It’s a fight against the altar. Now it can’t touch you, so it tries to scare you and scare your three souls away, so that your magic can’t be released and it can break your altar."
"I repeat, don’t be afraid to stabilize your mind"
Bianhao merchants are scared to pee and take out some silver. "I don’t think your brother is very good. Why don’t you give us a hand yourself?" Money is not a problem. "
The old mage smiled. "It’s not a question of money. This is the first time my brother has faced this evil spirit and won’t let him accumulate experience. How can he carry forward our orthodoxy?"
"You know the six rules, this altar, unless my disciple is dead, my master won’t help him. The most you can do is to order two sentences and keep the money."
"If you need this, you can change all the immortals’ statues in the home to the owner of Biyou Palace according to our agreement. The day after tomorrow, you will be fragrant and serve the rest, and everything will be the same as when you serve his statues."
"Of course, you should remember the three hanging money requirements."
HaoShang nodded "remember! Hongwu hangs Yongle and Jiajing! "
The old mage nodded and patted him on the shoulder. "That will do. You don’t have to worry too much. Of course, you don’t want my apprentice to die in this fight, do you?"
Haoshang shook his head like a rattle.
At this time, the young mage has stabilized his mind and murmured. The sword in his hand ignited the Fuhuo Fulei and danced in front of him. Suddenly, the wind around him was strong, and the faces on the door panels and walls showed a look of surprise and anger. The altar candlelight also flickered, and the two sides thoroughly fought the spell. The young mage sprinkled chicken blood and twisted incense ashes. Various methods appeared in order to make the forehead sweat.
The old mage was satisfied when he saw this scene, so he gave directions.
"Well, it can make the fragrant fire seconded to the power of the Qing law!"
The power of the Qing dharma circle appeared, and the sword haunted the fragrant fire. The stealthiness immediately panicked, and the evil wind around it seemed to be unwilling.
At this time, the old mage suddenly burst into a strong sense of crisis!
This uneasy sudden Tathagata, the old mage’s eyebrows are deeply wrinkled, and immediately the small six-ring operation is a glimpse of the sky.
Dangerous?
To come? Is this sneaky or a foreign enemy?
That sense of danger is getting heavier and heavier …