A group of people turned around at the mountain pass. Ding Peijun and Fu Ping quickly fell silent and stood up straight.

The great elder of the Nanhai Sect, Nanwang, stopped at the mountain pass, glanced at the dark disciples in the square, and led Han Xuzi without expression, holding Quezi, Yaohua, Yaohua, and Return Zi in one after another, and they were all thunder tribulation cultivators. Yun Fei followed them respectfully and deliberately dragged back two positions.

Six of the top ten elders came, Qingfengzi and Liuyunzi guarded Jiguo all year round. Recently, because of the assassination of Nanxing, the other two elders left Luofu Island to investigate.

When Ding Junpei saw Yun Fei, his heart suddenly burst out, wondering how he could walk with the elders.

Yun Fei was worried and turned to the front of the elite disciples and stood at the front. Seeing Luo Shang hanging alone at the end of the Yanzi Tower team, a trace of discomfort flashed through his heart.

He knew that they excluded her and even warned Ding Junpei for this, but he couldn't change the situation.

The complex emotions flashed away, and Yun Fei no longer considered it. Among the three thousand disciples, only he and Luo Shang knew that what was about to happen was too important.

He did not underestimate the enemy. In order to avoid the excitement of the sound beam to attract the other party's attention when he was at the Yamaguchi, he did not use the sound transmission to enter the secret, but instead played a play with his senior sister. Unexpectedly, he fell into a big fuss and couldn't even figure out the other party's cultivation level.

How could he be the ancestor if he is so treacherous and hides his head and tail?

If so, how good it would be.

Looking south, three long beards with elegant appearance. They are the only Taoist Huoju among the top ten elders. Before Zhenren Miaoluo went into seclusion, he appointed him to take charge of the entire sect. If nothing unexpected happens, he will become the next leader.

Nan Xing was assassinated, shocking the world of cultivation. But compared with today's events, it is not worth mentioning.

In fact, nothing can be compared, except for the fire burning city by the Demon Clan Saint Queen, the great war of the world, and the great changes in Kunlun.

He stood quietly in front of the sea, only five steps away from the sea, bent his back respectfully, folded his hands on his lower abdomen to form yin and yang handprints, and waited in a complicated mood.

As a great monk at the fourth level of Thunder Tribulation, Nan Wang received the Furong Order sent by Yun Fei and immediately sensed a ray of divine thought sealed by the Supreme Ancestor in the jade plaque. Not only him, but also elders such as Xu Hanzi and Hu Quezi.

The token is correct, but will the person who appears with the card be the ancestor?

For thousands of years, some monks have ascended to the Taoist sect, but no exiled immortals have come down to earth. Even Master Miaoluo cannot figure out what happened, so Nanwang is naturally even less clear.

This person is fake, and his plan is about to come out, and he wants to annex the Nanhai Sect in one go without blood. He dares to land on the island alone, at least he is a master of the sixth level of thunder tribulation.

So the elders discussed and made preparations.

On the one hand, he played "Welcome the Luan and receive the carriage" to welcome the "ancestor". On the other hand, he sent someone to invite two Supreme Elders who ignored the academic affairs. At the same time, he was ambushing the elite and preparing to activate the island ban at any time.

A sudden sign of strange signs.

The fog suddenly rose on the sea surface, and quickly drew a circle with a radius of thirty feet close to the shore. The sea water in the circle surging violently, like a pot of boiled water. The white fog was quickly thick, and the center was condensed but not dissipated, as if a white jade pillar pierced from the bottom of the sea into the sky, and then stopped when it rose to about five feet.

The sea breeze blows gently, and the square suddenly cools, like a spiritual rain, filled with pure spiritual energy.

This scene happened too quickly, and although I didn't understand the meaning, some people couldn't help but exclaim.

What a quarrel?

Nan Wang's thoughts changed, but he did not turn back to scold the fussy disciple. He felt keenly and found that a lonely pressure swept across the entire square, almost causing his mind to lose his mind.

This pressure is very mild, without aggressive edge, nor does it contain terrifying oppression. However, it is majestic and ancient, and the spiritual consciousness cultivated with the Nanhai Sect is like a well of water, which is more solid than the spiritual consciousness sealed by the Supreme Real Person in the head of the sect.

It was like a stern old man raised his head and glanced across the children and grandchildren. He was introverted and calm.

The sea water gradually flattens, and countless small whirlpools emerge, like a pool of fish scales.

The mist at the top of the "White Jade Column" surrounds, and a sky-blue Taoist robe is faintly revealed. An old man with a strange appearance stands in the air, spinning quietly, but it is difficult to see the whole picture clearly.

There was a neat inhalation sound in the square, and his mouth wide open and his eyes almost rolled all over the ground.

For five hundred years, the portrait of the old man has been hanging at the first master of the Nanhai School, and before the supreme real person, everyone kowtowed countless times, how could they not recognize him?

Wuliang Tianzun, this is not a living ghost during the day... Uh no, we meet a living god, our ancestor!

No wonder we have to use "Welcome the Luan and receive the Drive".

The male disciples almost shouted, while the female disciples were in tears, but they saw that the elders had not spoken, so they had to hold back their surprise and surprise.

This outstanding actor who pretends to be a mad immortal at the doorstep of the Nanhai School and is not afraid of breaking the sky, a classical and romantic performance artist, is naturally Chu Shenshang who commits crimes against the wind.

He sneaked out of the Zi Mansion and wrapped his spiritual rope around his body. It wasn't that the predestination of the predecessor Yun Fei would shoot a sharp palm, but there was really such a long list of things that had no place to put.

This thing softens as long as it exudes a little spiritual energy, and after a few breaths, it becomes extremely hard. Now it is inserted into the sea like a javelin, and Chu Fan stands on the top with one foot. There is no way, although the Yi Jing has washed the marrow, the Vajra body is extremely heavy and cannot hover in the air with a breath of true energy like an ordinary monk.

The spiritual energy drilled out a lot of small eyes from the spiritual rope, and sprayed spiritual energy outwards. It was mixed with water vapor around it, lingering like a fairy fog and auspicious clouds.

This prop, this effect is amazing!

The God Chu spent a lot of money and felt very painful.

The ejected spiritual energy contains the soul aura of the Diandaoist. You are not afraid of the masters of the South China Sea Sect, but you are afraid of not investigating. The real taste of the ancestors will make you faint and you will be scared to death.

The man, the Dian Taoist, recorded in historical books, is actually ugly and distinctive.

The old man carved on the jade plaque had his forehead bulging, his chin was bulging, and his beard was like a living Zhong Kui, who could ward off evil spirits wherever he went.

Chu Fan changed his body shape and appearance within a certain range, just like playing. It was easier to become ugly, but the trouble was his bearded face.

He caught up with Dabai, climbed back to the sea boat and found a pair of scissors to twist a few strands of hair, and put a yam on it. Just now, when the water was hidden in the fog, he quickly broke the yam and put his hair on his chin with sticky juice, which seemed to be similar.

With a safe distance of thirty feet, clouds and mists stood on the sea, and Chu Shenshang applied all his resources to the extreme.

In the sea water six feet deep, Dabai stood up with a spiritual rope in his mouth and grinned.

This guy is four feet tall, with rapid evolution and strong strength.

With a constant stream of spiritual energy "nozzle", Dabai felt so comfortable. It didn't last long, and he felt numb and itchy in his mouth. The spiritual energy sprayed very fast, as sharp as a gun. It took a little longer, and even if it was rough and thick, it could not withstand it.

Dabai cleverly retracted his jaw and bent his body, changing the vertical biting of the spiritual rope to hold it in a slanted manner.

However……

A bigger test is here.

The crystal gasification absorbs huge heat, and the sea water temperature drops sharply. The spiritual rope forms ice crystals, which are developing in the direction of popsicles, popsicles and icicles. Even the white body is covered with a layer of frost.

If it is broken, I will turn into a pile of extremely tender frozen seafood!

Dabai was in tears, but he couldn't notify Chu Fan, so he had to grit his teeth and hold on.

Brother, hurry up and finish the matter, let's get out. Otherwise, a big ice sculpture would be created here, and our brothers would be frozen into a target of survival!

A slight tremor came from his feet, and Chu Shenbang ignored it at all. Dabai, this stupid guy, was hairless and couldn't do anything securely.

Nan Wang bowed and led everyone to shout in unison, meeting the real person!

Ah, Damn, the situation of the gods? What does it mean to meet the real person and reject the ancestors from a thousand miles? Shouldn’t this young master’s body be shaken, the turtle’s aura soared into the sky, and all the cultivators of all sizes bowed to worship the gods?

The real person refers to gods and gods, and later became a kind of honorable title, respectful title, and was used in the secular world. Unless it is worn on the head of a great monk like Miaoluo, it is a high hat and does not have substantial deterrence. Just like calling a small official at the wine table an adult, it is actually not a fool.

The plot unexpectedly happened and the script suddenly got stuck. Mr. Chu was stunned and had to continue to turn around.

But this mysterious and solemn slow-motion effect turns into funny and frivolous when it turns too much. What should I do?

Report your own home? It must not be possible.

How could the immortal Linfan weaken his aura and lose his identity? Besides, the ancestors came to the door of the little boy, so why would he introduce himself in a long and long way?

It was a cold situation, silent.

In the awkward silence where the needle can be heard, a weak voice sounded.

"Disciple Luo Shang, pay homage to the Immortal Patriarch!"

The Chu Godsel felt relieved and felt as if he heard the sound of nature.

This girl's voice sounds so good, it's simply amazing.

I am so smart that I didn't waste a box of rouge given by this young master.
Chapter completed!