Top Level Air Fortune, Secretly Trained For Thousands of Years

Mahayana Sermon, if there is destiny in the next life

When he came under the hibiscus tree, Han Jue saw that Murongqi had returned, he meditated under the tree, thinking hard.

The black prison chicken was napping on the tree, Yang Tiandong was practicing, Xun Changan was sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking at the horizon, not knowing what he was thinking, his back was sad.

Han Jue looked up, and there were still three suns in the sky.

The two little golden crows could not enter, but they were unwilling to leave, they were truly persistent.

When Murong Qi saw Han Jue coming, he immediately got up and saluted.

Han Jue nodded slightly.

Murong Qi leaned forward and asked nervously, "Master, can I ask for advice from you?"

"What can I ask?"

"There are thousands of ways in the world, which is the most powerful? Kendo?"

"There is no strongest way, only the strongest hermit."

"Master, I feel I'm no match for Kendo."

Murong looked worried. Recently, he had often come out to do tasks. He discovered that his combat power could not surpass the rank like Tianjiao rumored. He even felt that he was a little mediocre.

Han Jue calmly asked, "Then do you think you're a match for what?"

"I'm not sure either."

"Then go and learn. There were various spells in the Yuqing Saint Sect. When you find one that suits you, you will come to me again. I'll direct you personally."

"Thank you sir!"

Murong was startled, hurriedly saluted, and immediately left.

Han Jue looked towards the hibiscus tree, the hibiscus tree was already very tall, and the earth fairy gourd plant on the tree was growing well, but they do not know when they will bloom and bear fruit.

After watching for a while, Han Jue returned to Xiantian Dongfu and started practicing the ninth layer of the six reincarnation techniques!

...

One year later.

In the vast palace of the great prison, tens of thousands of straight monks were still practicing.

The hall was filled with demonic energy, constantly eroding the spiritual power of true cultivators, cultivators could only train, fight vigorously, and suffer without words.

Fairy Xing Hongxuan and Xi Xuan were also practicing.

Most of the time, monks do not communicate, as if they were retreating.

Rumbling-talk

The door of the main hall suddenly opened, and a burly figure appeared, it was a voracious Arhat.

The Greedy Arhat glanced at the monks in the temple and slowly said: "You still have half a year. If you are willing to join the Devil Path, you can report to the Demon Cultivation outside the temple at any time. After half a year, the Devil Welcome Ceremony was opened. Anyone who is unwilling to give up will become a true demon victim!"

Leaving behind these words, the Greedy Arhat turned around.

"Wait on! I'm willing to be a magic repair!"

A middle-aged man shouted loudly and stood up tremblingly.

The monks around him threw an angry look at him.

One of them unsheathed his sword directly, trying to kill the middle-aged man.

A demonic gas emerged from thin air, blocking his sword from flying out, and then wrapping around the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man showed shock on his face.

Seeing this, the other monks could not help themselves.

"I also want to join the magic path!"

"me too!"

"Senior, please protect us!"

"I don't want to die, sorry, everyone!"

"Honored fellow Daoists, we have tried our best, it really didn't work!"

More and more monks stood up.

Shengzong Yuqing's pupils also flickered and fidgeted.

The real Jiuding said in a deep voice: "My disciple from the Saint Jade Sect can only die upright, not giving up on the demons!"

Hearing that, Shengzong Yuqing's disciples looked at each other, and none of them stood up.

Xing Hongxuan called out towards the storage ring, but Han did not reply at all, he could only sigh.

In the current situation, Han would never be able to help them.

Even if Han Jue came alone, it was impossible for him to cross mountains and rivers to come here in a short period of time.

You know, it took them decades to get here.

...

Murong Qi visited Han Jue and said that he had found a suitable way for her.

Han Jue walked out of Xiantian Dongfu and took him sitting under a hibiscus tree.

The sword of enlightenment also came to have fun.

The black prison chicken on the tree opened its eyes and looked at them curiously.

"Master, I think a weapon suitable for me is a weapon, or an old warrior, but cultivators rarely use long warriors, and old warriors are more suitable for mortal combat," murong Qi said sadly.

Han was definitely not surprised, he deserved to be the God of War in the Palace.

God of War did mostly use long soldiers, whether it was mythical or mortal.

Han Jue waved his hand, cut off the branch of the hibiscus tree, used spiritual power to cut it into a wooden weapon, handed it to Murongqi, and said, "From now on, it will be your weapon."

After Murongqi caught him, he was stunned, he disliked it, but was shocked.

The hibiscus tree was Han Jue's most precious treasure, and it even attracted two suns. This tree should be a sacred tree, and Han Jue cut off the branches for her ...

Other people do not have this treatment!

[Murongqi's fondness towards you has increased, and his current favorite rank is 5 stars]

"Master, this ..." Murong Qi hesitated.

Xun Changan also hurriedly said: "Master, this can't be done!"

Han Jue glared at him and said, "Are you now helping me connect the branches?"

Xun Changan was embarrassed and could only give up.

"Today, I'm preaching to you, talking about the true meaning of the heavens and the earth, and seeing if you can understand your own magical or Taoist powers."

Han Jue continued, and immediately sat down when Yang Tiandong heard him.

Mahayana Sermons, this kind of treatment, even Tianxian Tianjiao House might not have it!

Han Jue started preaching, his unexpected voice, making Murongqi and the others quickly enter a state of understanding and thought.

They did not hear what Han Jue said, but Han Jue's voice had power that allowed them to quickly enter concentration and even increase their comprehension!

...

the explosion!

The door of the main hall opened, and a famous demon cultivator quickly entered, and a greedy Arhat voice came out, saying: "Send them to the demon altar, but those who dare to resist, do so, punish them immediately!"

The godly monks suddenly panicked.

Huang Jihao woke up first and snorted coldly: "I want to see if you can laugh last!"

He took the lead in stepping out, not letting the other demons touch himself.

The others got up, as did Jiuding Zhenren, Xing Hongxuan, and Fairy Xixuan.

The real Jiuding laughed as he walked.

"My disciples from Shengzong Yuqing are all fine!"

His words swept over the panic of the disciples of the Yuqing Sacred Sect.

There's blood on everybody's chest.

Don't be afraid to die!

Xing Hongxuan noticed that many of the surrounding demons were godly monks who had previously given up, and could not help but show contempt.

He sighed softly: "My husband, we will be husband and wife in the next life."

“Your husband is Elder Han?” Fairy Xi Xuan asked.

Xing Hongxuan also lives in the mountain peri~www.mtlnovel.com~ but the two women do not communicate much.

Xing Hongxuan replied: "Yes."

"There may be no hope in the next life. When you reincarnated, he might have become immortal."

"..."

Xing Hongxuan was depressed.

Fairy Xi Xuan raised her mouth slightly and smiled furtively.

Guan Yougang walked over and said, "Sir sister, before I die, I have a sentence that I have long withstood..."

"I don't want to listen."

"I……"

“Brother, if there is a destiny in the next life, I will be an older sister, I will protect you and give back the care you have given me in this life.

"..."

Nearly 20,000 true monks walked out of the main hall with all their might.