The Great Talisman

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Dao Yuan stepped forward quickly, blocking Senior Brother Jiu's sight, with a panic in his eyes.

"Oh my God!" Senior Brother Nine pushed away Daoyuan, sighed up to the sky, and wailed: "Wenying Bodhi of Seventh Brother, 80,000-year Huang Jing of Second Brother, and 90,000-year Niuzi of Twelve Brother...and I ... and mine... why is my 70,000-year-old Junpu here with you?"

Senior Brother Jiu rushed over, tears of distressed tears: "Breaking the heavens! The chaos! My 70,000-year Junpu will mature in another 20,000 years, and by then it will be turned into a panacea for the good fortune of the world, which can add tens of thousands out of thin air. Years of mana, you actually picked it in advance..."

"Senior...Brother...Did you make a mistake?" said weakly, "I don't think this is like your Junpu at all."

"Babaojiao, Kuimoto, Zhichu, Guicao, Xunxun..." Every time the name was called, the four brothers felt a pain in his heart. He held his chest, his eyes were red, and he suddenly turned around. Staring at Dao Fate: "Dao Fate!!! Have you hollowed out my mountain elixir!!! I have fought with you! This time I absolutely can't spare you!"

"Brother, please be merciful! Brother, be merciful!" Dao Yuan immediately turned into a escape and flew away.

"It's not just my elixir, but all the elixir of the brothers have been ruined by you! You are a great disaster! You, a witch in the wonderland of the spiritual platform, are fighting the punishment from the patriarch today, and I will fight you to death and death!" Senior Brother Nine carefully picked up his own medicinal materials, wiped them carefully, put them in his sleeves, his distressed eyes twitched.

This elixir was picked before it was mature, it was a violent thing.

"Dao Yuan!!!" Senior Brother Nine roared and turned into a fleeing light and flew up: "Brothers, you have been a thief in the mountain, don't practice, come out and have a look."

A roar spread all over the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. The next moment the whole mountain was crying and howling ghosts, a heart-piercing scream, and those who heard it wept and felt sad.

"Gosh, who stole my yellow sac!!!"

"Why is my 80,000-year-old smoked wood gone?"

"Which one was killed by a thousand swords stole my spiritual spring!"

"Who is it? Who stole my Sophora wood..."

A scream spread throughout the holy realm. Yang Sanyang looked at the light in the mountains and couldn't help but shrink his neck: "Dao Yuan is guilty of anger this time! The spirit medicine in the mountains was emptied by him, brothers It's not irritating."

"Dao Yuan! Dao Yuan! Come out for me!"

"Dao Yuan, you are so deceptive!"

"Scourge Dao Fate, you quickly return my elixir!"

"..."

A group of disciples controlled the clouds and mist and descended on the place where the Dao Yuan was located, and their voices were filled with countless anger.

"Grab the Dao Fate, don't let the evil go away!"

"Tell her to accompany us the elixir!"

"Catch her!"

"..."

The mountain was called noisy, and the mist was all over the place in a moment. Yang Sanyang did not dare to stay in the mountain for a long time, and took a step towards the Daoyi Mountain.

He was a little angry, and wanted to ask for justice for Dao Fate!

Dao Yuan was implicated too deeply and too miserably by him. If he were a man, he shouldn't be called Dao Yuan to bear so much.

Daoyi Peak

Yang Sanyang walked up the mountain with a gloomy expression, and from a distance he saw Daoyi sitting on the top of the mountain, swallowing the clouds and vomiting the fog to practice his skills.

Compared with the misery of Daoyuan, Daoyi's complexion was ruddy at this time and he was comfortable.

"Morality!" Yang Sanyang shouted through gritted teeth.

"That animal is making a big noise again?" said morally coldly.

Looking at the jelly and spirit fruits placed around Daoyi, Yang Sanyang was furious, and was about to step forward to question the servant, only to hear a bell ringing at the ancestor's podium, calling his steps to stop, and his voice was cold and murderous: " Good! Good! Good! It really is very good! Daoyuan does not hesitate to lose the original test medicine for you, but you live here comfortably and comfortably. It is very good! Very good!"

"It turns out that it's you beast, why don't you come to me for cultivating in the mountains?" Moral stood up slowly: "The preaching of the ancestor is about to begin. I don't have time to fight with you beast."

After finishing the clothes, taking a moral step forward, he came to Yang Sanyang and looked at him mockingly: "I know what you think in your heart, but there is no way. Daoyuan just likes me! She would rather give for me, but some people Only for envy! You should give up as soon as possible, Dao Yuan will never like you as a beast."

While speaking, Daoyi stepped across Yang Sanyang and rushed to the mountain where the ancestor preached.

"Crack~" Yang Sanyang's expression turned blue and white, and his murderous intent was so strong that he almost turned into substance. He spit out his mouth at the moral back: "Bah, scumbag!"

The pain of the pregnant pearl stimulated his xinxing, causing a wave of killing and abuse in his heart, but he knew that this is in the mountains, and it is not good to **** with the same family.

"Don't force me, I'm afraid you can't bear the consequences!" A cold murderous intent hung from the corner of Yang Sanyang's mouth, turning into a rainbow of light and heading towards the Patriarch's Hall.

In front of the altar, a group of people had already gathered. All the seniors gathered together, all of them slobbering against the Dao Yuan, each holding half-baked elixir, eyes full of sadness.

Is it easy for others to cultivate a panacea?

That's how you ruined it!

Is it reasonable?

"That's fine! That's fine! The seniors are collecting debts everywhere, and it is a good thing not to give Daoyuan time to refine the medicine, so as not to poison him!" Yang Sanyang rolled his eyes and stood silently to the side, in his heart Decided that this time he would never stand for Dao Yuan.

Looking at Daoyi, his face was sitting on the futon with a calm expression, his eyes closed as if he didn't hear the people's discussion, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

backyard

The ancestor looked at his dark skin, as thin as a skeleton, but he was speechless.

Daoyuan fell to his knees, and his voice was full of trepidation: "Master! Master! You are going to save the savior this time! Disciple... disciple...this time really aroused the anger of the public."

Patriarch rolled his eyes, his eyes full of helplessness: "What can you do if you are a teacher? They are all disciples of the teacher, so you can't be too partial. The movement you made this time is really too big."

"But Master, the disciple is about to die, this time the three plagues will definitely not be over...uuuuuuuuuuu...the disciple will never see you again..." Daoyuan knelt on the ground and cried, Tragic and helpless.

"You...you evil disciple, come here again!" The Patriarch shook his head helplessly: "Creating evil! Come out with me and have a look."

He winked at Tong'er. Tong'er understood him. He walked out of the backyard fiercely and came to the front of the hall. He looked at the noisy disciples. The sound was like thunder, shaking people's minds: "The preaching by the patriarch is coming soon. You are making a noise, otherwise don't blame me for driving you out of the altar."

"Tong Errong, I'm waiting for something important..." Senior Brother Six said, wanting to say something.

"Shut up, no matter how long you dare, I will cross you out!" Tong'er yelled.

The child was so fierce and wicked that all of the brothers suddenly fainted, and dare not say more, the sixth brother walked back to his seat dejectedly.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Wa carefully pulled Yang Sanyang's sleeve.

"It's not the fault of Dao Yuan!" Yang Sanyang shook his head helplessly: "Wait for a good show."

Everyone sat down, the needle drop in the lobby was audible, and only the sound of footsteps were heard. The Patriarch walked in slowly from outside the lobby, followed by the edge of the road, who looked like a frightened deer, and looked at the field like a frightened deer. Brothers.

"Hey, what is that guy who looks like a ghost and is not a ghost? Is it a new disciple of the ancestor?" Daoxing muttered in a low voice.

"It's ugly, uglier than Daoguo, how can Patriarch collect all these weird things!" Six Senior Brother muttered.

"Really it's weird, the Patriarch wants to accept disciples again?"

"..."

The seniors in the field talked a lot, looking at the ‘things’ like a lonely soul and a wild ghost, they didn’t recognize it forcibly, and the ‘things’ in front of them were the fate they were looking for.

Dao Yuan sat next to the Patriarch, and Patriarch stepped onto the stage, swept past the disciples, and his eyes fell on Yang Sanyang: "Dao Guo, how can you lose so much energy and blood foundation?"

"Return to the Patriarch~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The disciple is cultivating a magic weapon that needs to be nurtured with the Three Jewels of Spirit, Qi and God" Yang Sanyang quickly stood up and knelt down in the hall to respectfully salute.

The ancestor heard Yang Sanyang seriously for a while, and seemed to point out: "You have boundless fortunes and a bright future in this life. After all, the love of your children is a foreign object, not as important as your own skills. You are disciples. Among the disciples, the most talented, even if the true God of Da Luo, is also expected to ascend. No matter what happens in the future, as a teacher, I hope you can calm down and don't ruin your foundation."

Yang Sanyang's heart tensed when he heard the words, and suddenly an ominous premonition arose, and there was something else to say, but he saw the ancestor wave his hand to signal his return and not give him a chance to ask questions.

Yang Sanyang suffocated his stomach with doubts and went back, sitting on the futon, thinking to himself, wanting to start a hexagram, but unable to analyze it.

"The day before yesterday, a saint was born, and the calamity was eliminated in front of the mountain. Once the ancestor of the devil was defeated, all beings in the wilderness will worship together!" The patriarch said, scanning the disciples in the hall: "The saint has the scripture "Amitabha Sutra" handed down, which contains the wisdom of the saint, Dao fruit, if you can comprehend one or two, the future is boundless. If you have gained from comprehending the Amitabha Sutra as a teacher in recent years, I will give a lecture today for your enlightenment!"

When the words fell, the patriarch began to preach the Amitabha Sutra, and countless profound meanings gradually came out from the shallower to the deeper.

Next head

Yang Sanyang shook his head and thought to himself: "It's too shallow, and what the Patriarch understands is nothing but fur. The Amitabha Sutra is the fruit of the sage, how could it be that simple?"

He also didn't want to listen to the Tao, and at this time, he was thinking about the meaning of the patriarch's words.

"What the **** do you mean? Patriarchs like this person will never talk to me a bunch of nonsense for no reason!" Yang Sanyang thought.

Since I started to mention something, it must have profound meaning.