Chapter 899
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They couldn't help flying to the Wannian palace together. The bell rang again and again all the way. The sound was like thunder, knocking on the hearts of everyone, weeping and complaining day by day, causing the animation sky to be sad.
At this time, the bell has sounded 30 times, and a sad atmosphere diffuses from the top of the mountain. Even those who do not know the meaning of the bell will feel inexplicably sad when they only hear it, let alone know its meaning. Each bell ring is like stabbing them in the heart with a knife.
When he flew to the main hall square, he saw that the hall door was open. A sad and angry man in a silver star Satin Robe was using his hand as a mallet to knock the big clock again and again. With each knock, a star on the clock disappeared.
"Zhang Zun!" the crowd saw it and blurted out a voice at the same time.
At this time, they saw a group of people kneeling in the square, impressively Yan Beiqiu and others.
But there are only more than a dozen of the more than 100 people who went out.
Why is even the earth fairy missing?
Do you mean
Everyone was black.
"Beiqiu, what's going on? What about the others? Why are you the only ones back?" a real fairy rushed up and yelled.
A sad autumn with a heart as cunning as a fox is just sobbing.
Seeing her appearance and the ringing bell, everyone was completely cold.
The bell is still ringing, and its sound is more and more solemn and stirring. Since it came out, there has never been such a hearty shock star. Until today, it finally has the opportunity to become powerful. In the wailing of no progress, Rao was the body of an immortal and had extraordinary ambition. He also felt unable to hold himself. Finally, he knelt down one by one and cried loudly.
The sound of mourning is becoming more and more powerful in this group of immortal grief. When the bell rings a hundred times, the loud bell has sounded through the whole Tianlu Shenzhou, as if everyone heard the cry from the horizon.
The bell didn't stop until 104. With the last bell, the moon, which represents the earth fairy, also darkened.
The world finally felt the boundless power of the falling star bell. Under the influence of the bell, everything fell into great grief, as if the trees and stones were crying.
On the square, a large number of disciples, Zhenxian, Dixian and Zifu, knelt down. They no longer divided each other, regardless of their image. Everyone was crying together.
On the contrary, the supreme leader ignored the power of the falling star bell. After striking 104 bells, he turned and walked towards the hall.
When he came to the deep part of the hall, the palm teacher fell on his knees with a plop and said in a long voice, "Xinglan is incompetent. He killed the pillars of the door. Please punish him!"
A sigh followed: "I already know what happened, but can I find out who did it?"
Yan Beiqiu robbed the ground with her head: "disciples are useless!"
The implication is naturally not found out.
"Can I bring back the body?"
"Only one." Yan Beiqiu said. She took out a corpse, which was one of the corpses robbed in the Tang Dynasty that day, but Yan Beiqiu collected it and sealed it with a secret method to prevent it from returning to the ruins. This moment is presented.
When he saw a fairy wind in the hall blowing on the corpse, he saw two lights shining from the corpse's eyes and falling into the air to form a picture. In the picture, Tang robber took up the knife and cut it off, which was the last scene that the deceased saw before he died.
"It's him?" Yan Beiqiu trembled when she saw that it was Tang Jie.
For this person, she will not forget.
"Do you know the origin of this person's name?" Xinglan palm asked.
Another person nearby has replied: "his name is Hong Qianli. He is in the period of getting out of the body. The sect doesn't know. He looks like a casual cultivation."
"San Xiu? How dare San Xiu attack our xingluomen? How can he kill hundreds of elites of our sect? There must be a mastermind behind this!" the old and magnificent voice in Daduan has spread.
Xinglan immediately said, "master, can you trace back?"
The magnificent voice sighed, "no, it happened too long. The yuan God is too early and the fairy spirit is scattered. It is the limit to be able to extract this last look. However, since he has his appearance and name, he can't escape the calculation of Yan Tianshen wherever he goes."
"Yan Tian divine calculation?" Xinglan was surprised: "master, do you mean that elder?"
The old voice in the hall has said: "don't many people of Qi Tianzong die? Even if there is no clue, it's useless for Yan Tianshen. They need our information, and we also need them. Go and find Qi Tianzong with the information, and they will tell us where the hongqianli is."
"Please punish me!" Jun Baimei was kneeling on a futon in a hut behind the mountain of Qi Tianzong, trembling and crying sadly.
Surprisingly, the child who sat cross legged in front of him and knelt down was a child who looked only seven or eight years old.
The little boy waved his hand and asked Jun Baimei to get up. He sighed with an old sigh: "well, they deserve this disaster. I once taught a divination in the king's court. It's called a great evil. If I can turn bad into good, I will seize the luck of heaven and earth. However, they don't have this fate after all."
"The luck of heaven and earth?" Jun Baimei was surprised: "is the man who killed them the one favored by fate?"
The boy nodded slowly: "if not, how can I kill so many people of Qi Tianzong? Even I can't trace him."
"Then..."
"Don't worry, don't worry." the little boy waved his hand: "clues will come naturally, jump out of the way of fate, and there are many ways to catch thieves and murders. At least my old friend is good at this."
Jun Baimei was shocked again: "the master means that the adult? But will he be willing?"
"He will be willing. Even if he doesn't have to rely on divine calculation and fate deduction, I know he will come." the little boy suddenly paused and looked into the distance: "it's more urgent than I thought. He has come."
A moment later, he saw several Taoist shadows flying here. The first one was in blue robes, with a big cock painted on his chest. Seeing that Xiuwei was a local immortal, he came to the thatched cottage and bowed down: "come in the name of the great God of the despicable sect. The little Mousi has met the immortal."
The little boy nodded his head and said, "can you bring what I want?"
"Back to the fairy, I've brought it." Mou Siming raised his hands, and a little image in his palm bloomed, which is the image of Tang robbery.
"His name is Hong Qianli. He is an out of body practitioner. He participated in the massacre of the practitioners sent by us. Other information is not detailed for the time being."
Unexpectedly, the little boy's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw it: "what a strong power of fate, the luck of heaven and earth, and the love of an elephant... It's enough to have him!"
When he said that he had thrown something, it was a mirror of yin and Yang and eight trigrams. When he flew into the air, he closed the image in the mirror, and the words "Hong Qianli" appeared next to him.
The image rises constantly in the mirror, and below it is a magnificent mountain and river gradually emerging, which is the scene of the wasteland. Then the image of Tang Jie turned around in the air and suddenly threw it at one of them.
"Found it!" Mou Siming said in surprise.
But there was a vast area in the mirror, and there was no end to it.
"Why is it so large?" Mu Siming was stunned.
Yantian mirror is a Taoist soldier of destiny. It controls the destiny of the world. As long as there are specific information, you don't know it in its mirror. But now what appears in the mirror is an area, which is rare.
Even the old fairy was stunned. Then Fang said, "maybe it has something to do with the power of fate on him. If it is closer, it may be clearer."
He didn't know that hongqianli was a pseudonym. If the condition was wrong, it would be difficult to accurately locate it. You should know that there are often people with the same name, surname or similar appearance in the world, but there are almost no people with the same name and the same appearance. Therefore, the calculation of diffractive mirror needs such basic conditions, and the more detailed, the better. If the foundation is wrong, it is naturally difficult to be accurate.
If it is the usual, the immortal will be aware of the problem. However, Qi Tianzong has not made such a low-level mistake in recent thousands of years and is not prepared psychologically. Second, it happened that Tang Jie was entangled by fate. The way of destiny is mysterious and unpredictable, and the ability is ever-changing. There are all kinds of things. It is not surprising that there is such a way to cover up their own secret, so they ignore other possibilities.
After thinking about it, the old fairy said, "Bai Mei, you made a big mistake. You caused heavy losses to the elite of our sect. Now I punish you to eat the heart stream immediately and be sentenced to 500 years."
Jun Bai Mei replied with a trembling voice, "yes!"
No, the old fairy said again, "Liu Feng, hold the Yantian mirror and go with them to catch this boy named Hong Qianli."
"Yes, disciple." a young man appeared from nowhere, saluted the immortal, photographed the Yantian mirror and flew out.
"Yes!" Xinglan bowed to the end.
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They couldn't help flying to the Wannian palace together. The bell rang again and again all the way. The sound was like thunder, knocking on the hearts of everyone, weeping and complaining day by day, causing the animation sky to be sad.
At this time, the bell has sounded 30 times, and a sad atmosphere diffuses from the top of the mountain. Even those who do not know the meaning of the bell will feel inexplicably sad when they only hear it, let alone know its meaning. Each bell ring is like stabbing them in the heart with a knife.
When he flew to the main hall square, he saw that the hall door was open. A sad and angry man in a silver star Satin Robe was using his hand as a mallet to knock the big clock again and again. With each knock, a star on the clock disappeared.
"Zhang Zun!" the crowd saw it and blurted out a voice at the same time.
At this time, they saw a group of people kneeling in the square, impressively Yan Beiqiu and others.
But there are only more than a dozen of the more than 100 people who went out.
Why is even the earth fairy missing?
Do you mean
Everyone was black.
"Beiqiu, what's going on? What about the others? Why are you the only ones back?" a real fairy rushed up and yelled.
A sad autumn with a heart as cunning as a fox is just sobbing.
Seeing her appearance and the ringing bell, everyone was completely cold.
The bell is still ringing, and its sound is more and more solemn and stirring. Since it came out, there has never been such a hearty shock star. Until today, it finally has the opportunity to become powerful. In the wailing of no progress, Rao was the body of an immortal and had extraordinary ambition. He also felt unable to hold himself. Finally, he knelt down one by one and cried loudly.
The sound of mourning is becoming more and more powerful in this group of immortal grief. When the bell rings a hundred times, the loud bell has sounded through the whole Tianlu Shenzhou, as if everyone heard the cry from the horizon.
The bell didn't stop until 104. With the last bell, the moon, which represents the earth fairy, also darkened.
The world finally felt the boundless power of the falling star bell. Under the influence of the bell, everything fell into great grief, as if the trees and stones were crying.
On the square, a large number of disciples, Zhenxian, Dixian and Zifu, knelt down. They no longer divided each other, regardless of their image. Everyone was crying together.
On the contrary, the supreme leader ignored the power of the falling star bell. After striking 104 bells, he turned and walked towards the hall.
When he came to the deep part of the hall, the palm teacher fell on his knees with a plop and said in a long voice, "Xinglan is incompetent. He killed the pillars of the door. Please punish him!"
A sigh followed: "I already know what happened, but can I find out who did it?"
Yan Beiqiu robbed the ground with her head: "disciples are useless!"
The implication is naturally not found out.
"Can I bring back the body?"
"Only one." Yan Beiqiu said. She took out a corpse, which was one of the corpses robbed in the Tang Dynasty that day, but Yan Beiqiu collected it and sealed it with a secret method to prevent it from returning to the ruins. This moment is presented.
When he saw a fairy wind in the hall blowing on the corpse, he saw two lights shining from the corpse's eyes and falling into the air to form a picture. In the picture, Tang robber took up the knife and cut it off, which was the last scene that the deceased saw before he died.
"It's him?" Yan Beiqiu trembled when she saw that it was Tang Jie.
For this person, she will not forget.
"Do you know the origin of this person's name?" Xinglan palm asked.
Another person nearby has replied: "his name is Hong Qianli. He is in the period of getting out of the body. The sect doesn't know. He looks like a casual cultivation."
"San Xiu? How dare San Xiu attack our xingluomen? How can he kill hundreds of elites of our sect? There must be a mastermind behind this!" the old and magnificent voice in Daduan has spread.
Xinglan immediately said, "master, can you trace back?"
The magnificent voice sighed, "no, it happened too long. The yuan God is too early and the fairy spirit is scattered. It is the limit to be able to extract this last look. However, since he has his appearance and name, he can't escape the calculation of Yan Tianshen wherever he goes."
"Yan Tian divine calculation?" Xinglan was surprised: "master, do you mean that elder?"
The old voice in the hall has said: "don't many people of Qi Tianzong die? Even if there is no clue, it's useless for Yan Tianshen. They need our information, and we also need them. Go and find Qi Tianzong with the information, and they will tell us where the hongqianli is."
"Please punish me!" Jun Baimei was kneeling on a futon in a hut behind the mountain of Qi Tianzong, trembling and crying sadly.
Surprisingly, the child who sat cross legged in front of him and knelt down was a child who looked only seven or eight years old.
The little boy waved his hand and asked Jun Baimei to get up. He sighed with an old sigh: "well, they deserve this disaster. I once taught a divination in the king's court. It's called a great evil. If I can turn bad into good, I will seize the luck of heaven and earth. However, they don't have this fate after all."
"The luck of heaven and earth?" Jun Baimei was surprised: "is the man who killed them the one favored by fate?"
The boy nodded slowly: "if not, how can I kill so many people of Qi Tianzong? Even I can't trace him."
"Then..."
"Don't worry, don't worry." the little boy waved his hand: "clues will come naturally, jump out of the way of fate, and there are many ways to catch thieves and murders. At least my old friend is good at this."
Jun Baimei was shocked again: "the master means that the adult? But will he be willing?"
"He will be willing. Even if he doesn't have to rely on divine calculation and fate deduction, I know he will come." the little boy suddenly paused and looked into the distance: "it's more urgent than I thought. He has come."
A moment later, he saw several Taoist shadows flying here. The first one was in blue robes, with a big cock painted on his chest. Seeing that Xiuwei was a local immortal, he came to the thatched cottage and bowed down: "come in the name of the great God of the despicable sect. The little Mousi has met the immortal."
The little boy nodded his head and said, "can you bring what I want?"
"Back to the fairy, I've brought it." Mou Siming raised his hands, and a little image in his palm bloomed, which is the image of Tang robbery.
"His name is Hong Qianli. He is an out of body practitioner. He participated in the massacre of the practitioners sent by us. Other information is not detailed for the time being."
Unexpectedly, the little boy's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw it: "what a strong power of fate, the luck of heaven and earth, and the love of an elephant... It's enough to have him!"
When he said that he had thrown something, it was a mirror of yin and Yang and eight trigrams. When he flew into the air, he closed the image in the mirror, and the words "Hong Qianli" appeared next to him.
The image rises constantly in the mirror, and below it is a magnificent mountain and river gradually emerging, which is the scene of the wasteland. Then the image of Tang Jie turned around in the air and suddenly threw it at one of them.
"Found it!" Mou Siming said in surprise.
But there was a vast area in the mirror, and there was no end to it.
"Why is it so large?" Mu Siming was stunned.
Yantian mirror is a Taoist soldier of destiny. It controls the destiny of the world. As long as there are specific information, you don't know it in its mirror. But now what appears in the mirror is an area, which is rare.
Even the old fairy was stunned. Then Fang said, "maybe it has something to do with the power of fate on him. If it is closer, it may be clearer."
He didn't know that hongqianli was a pseudonym. If the condition was wrong, it would be difficult to accurately locate it. You should know that there are often people with the same name, surname or similar appearance in the world, but there are almost no people with the same name and the same appearance. Therefore, the calculation of diffractive mirror needs such basic conditions, and the more detailed, the better. If the foundation is wrong, it is naturally difficult to be accurate.
If it is the usual, the immortal will be aware of the problem. However, Qi Tianzong has not made such a low-level mistake in recent thousands of years and is not prepared psychologically. Second, it happened that Tang Jie was entangled by fate. The way of destiny is mysterious and unpredictable, and the ability is ever-changing. There are all kinds of things. It is not surprising that there is such a way to cover up their own secret, so they ignore other possibilities.
After thinking about it, the old fairy said, "Bai Mei, you made a big mistake. You caused heavy losses to the elite of our sect. Now I punish you to eat the heart stream immediately and be sentenced to 500 years."
Jun Bai Mei replied with a trembling voice, "yes!"
No, the old fairy said again, "Liu Feng, hold the Yantian mirror and go with them to catch this boy named Hong Qianli."
"Yes, disciple." a young man appeared from nowhere, saluted the immortal, photographed the Yantian mirror and flew out.
"Yes!" Xinglan bowed to the end.
They couldn't help flying to the Wannian palace together. The bell rang again and again all the way. The sound was like thunder, knocking on the hearts of everyone, weeping and complaining day by day, causing the animation sky to be sad.At this time, the bell has sounded 30 times, and a sad atmosphere diffuses from the top of the mountain. Even those who do not know the meaning of the bell will feel inexplicably sad when they only hear it, let alone know its meaning. Each bell ring is like stabbing them in the heart with a knife.When he flew to the main hall square, he saw that the hall door was open. A sad and angry man in a silver star Satin Robe was using his hand as a mallet to knock the big clock again and again. With each knock, a star on the clock disappeared."Zhang Zun!" the crowd saw it and blurted out a voice at the same time.At this time, they saw a group of people kneeling in the square, impressively Yan Beiqiu and others.But there are only more than a dozen of the more than 100 people who went out.Why is even the earth fairy missing?Do you meanEveryone was black."Beiqiu, what's going on? What about the others? Why are you the only ones back?" a real fairy rushed up and yelled.A sad autumn with a heart as cunning as a fox is just sobbing.Seeing her appearance and the ringing bell, everyone was completely cold.The bell is still ringing, and its sound is more and more solemn and stirring. Since it came out, there has never been such a hearty shock star. Until today, it finally has the opportunity to become powerful. In the wailing of no progress, Rao was the body of an immortal and had extraordinary ambition. He also felt unable to hold himself. Finally, he knelt down one by one and cried loudly.The sound of mourning is becoming more and more powerful in this group of immortal grief. When the bell rings a hundred times, the loud bell has sounded through the whole Tianlu Shenzhou, as if everyone heard the cry from the horizon.The bell didn't stop until 104. With the last bell, the moon, which represents the earth fairy, also darkened.The world finally felt the boundless power of the falling star bell. Under the influence of the bell, everything fell into great grief, as if the trees and stones were crying.On the square, a large number of disciples, Zhenxian, Dixian and Zifu, knelt down. They no longer divided each other, regardless of their image. Everyone was crying together.On the contrary, the supreme leader ignored the power of the falling star bell. After striking 104 bells, he turned and walked towards the hall.When he came to the deep part of the hall, the palm teacher fell on his knees with a plop and said in a long voice, "Xinglan is incompetent. He killed the pillars of the door. Please punish him!"A sigh followed: "I already know what happened, but can I find out who did it?"Yan Beiqiu robbed the ground with her head: "disciples are useless!"The implication is naturally not found out."Can I bring back the body?""Only one." Yan Beiqiu said. She took out a corpse, which was one of the corpses robbed in the Tang Dynasty that day, but Yan Beiqiu collected it and sealed it with a secret method to prevent it from returning to the ruins. This moment is presented.When he saw a fairy wind in the hall blowing on the corpse, he saw two lights shining from the corpse's eyes and falling into the air to form a picture. In the picture, Tang robber took up the knife and cut it off, which was the last scene that the deceased saw before he died."It's him?" Yan Beiqiu trembled when she saw that it was Tang Jie.For this person, she will not forget."Do you know the origin of this person's name?" Xinglan palm asked.Another person nearby has replied: "his name is Hong Qianli. He is in the period of getting out of the body. The sect doesn't know. He looks like a casual cultivation.""San Xiu? How dare San Xiu attack our xingluomen? How can he kill hundreds of elites of our sect? There must be a mastermind behind this!" the old and magnificent voice in Daduan has spread.Xinglan immediately said, "master, can you trace back?"The magnificent voice sighed, "no, it happened too long. The yuan God is too early and the fairy spirit is scattered. It is the limit to be able to extract this last look. However, since he has his appearance and name, he can't escape the calculation of Yan Tianshen wherever he goes.""Yan Tian divine calculation?" Xinglan was surprised: "master, do you mean that elder?"The old voice in the hall has said: "don't many people of Qi Tianzong die? Even if there is no clue, it's useless for Yan Tianshen. They need our information, and we also need them. Go and find Qi Tianzong with the information, and they will tell us where the hongqianli is.""Please punish me!" Jun Baimei was kneeling on a futon in a hut behind the mountain of Qi Tianzong, trembling and crying sadly.Surprisingly, the child who sat cross legged in front of him and knelt down was a child who looked only seven or eight years old.The little boy waved his hand and asked Jun Baimei to get up. He sighed with an old sigh: "well, they deserve this disaster. I once taught a divination in the king's court. It's called a great evil. If I can turn bad into good, I will seize the luck of heaven and earth. However, they don't have this fate after all.""The luck of heaven and earth?" Jun Baimei was surprised: "is the man who killed them the one favored by fate?"The boy nodded slowly: "if not, how can I kill so many people of Qi Tianzong? Even I can't trace him.""Then...""Don't worry, don't worry." the little boy waved his hand: "clues will come naturally, jump out of the way of fate, and there are many ways to catch thieves and murders. At least my old friend is good at this."Jun Baimei was shocked again: "the master means that the adult? But will he be willing?""He will be willing. Even if he doesn't have to rely on divine calculation and fate deduction, I know he will come." the little boy suddenly paused and looked into the distance: "it's more urgent than I thought. He has come."A moment later, he saw several Taoist shadows flying here. The first one was in blue robes, with a big cock painted on his chest. Seeing that Xiuwei was a local immortal, he came to the thatched cottage and bowed down: "come in the name of the great God of the despicable sect. The little Mousi has met the immortal."The little boy nodded his head and said, "can you bring what I want?""Back to the fairy, I've brought it." Mou Siming raised his hands, and a little image in his palm bloomed, which is the image of Tang robbery."His name is Hong Qianli. He is an out of body practitioner. He participated in the massacre of the practitioners sent by us. Other information is not detailed for the time being."Unexpectedly, the little boy's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw it: "what a strong power of fate, the luck of heaven and earth, and the love of an elephant... It's enough to have him!"When he said that he had thrown something, it was a mirror of yin and Yang and eight trigrams. When he flew into the air, he closed the image in the mirror, and the words "Hong Qianli" appeared next to him.The image rises constantly in the mirror, and below it is a magnificent mountain and river gradually emerging, which is the scene of the wasteland. Then the image of Tang Jie turned around in the air and suddenly threw it at one of them."Found it!" Mou Siming said in surprise.But there was a vast area in the mirror, and there was no end to it."Why is it so large?" Mu Siming was stunned.Yantian mirror is a Taoist soldier of destiny. It controls the destiny of the world. As long as there are specific information, you don't know it in its mirror. But now what appears in the mirror is an area, which is rare.Even the old fairy was stunned. Then Fang said, "maybe it has something to do with the power of fate on him. If it is closer, it may be clearer."He didn't know that hongqianli was a pseudonym. If the condition was wrong, it would be difficult to accurately locate it. You should know that there are often people with the same name, surname or similar appearance in the world, but there are almost no people with the same name and the same appearance. Therefore, the calculation of diffractive mirror needs such basic conditions, and the more detailed, the better. If the foundation is wrong, it is naturally difficult to be accurate.If it is the usual, the immortal will be aware of the problem. However, Qi Tianzong has not made such a low-level mistake in recent thousands of years and is not prepared psychologically. Second, it happened that Tang Jie was entangled by fate. The way of destiny is mysterious and unpredictable, and the ability is ever-changing. There are all kinds of things. It is not surprising that there is such a way to cover up their own secret, so they ignore other possibilities.After thinking about it, the old fairy said, "Bai Mei, you made a big mistake. You caused heavy losses to the elite of our sect. Now I punish you to eat the heart stream immediately and be sentenced to 500 years."Jun Bai Mei replied with a trembling voice, "yes!"No, the old fairy said again, "Liu Feng, hold the Yantian mirror and go with them to catch this boy named Hong Qianli.""Yes, disciple." a young man appeared from nowhere, saluted the immortal, photographed the Yantian mirror and flew out."Yes!" Xinglan bowed to the end.
