Misty rain, Guzhou, Guangming peak.


    This is the highest mountain in Yanyu Guzhou and the only place that can break through the rainfall layer and be sunny all year round.


    Hilltop, terrace.


    Looking around, there is an endless sea of white clouds,


    The white clouds fluctuate and surge endlessly. The sky is blue and pure. With a touch of fear, it seems that you can reach out and pick up a star.


    Xiao Yushi has been standing on the terrace for 16 hours.


    She is observing the movement of the sea of clouds.


    All things have laws to follow. Even the sky and cloud sea condensed by endless moisture can find some wonderful rules and orders in the seemingly complex changes.


    This is the enlightenment and practice of Xiao Yushi.


    As long as she meets difficulties in practice, she will go to this terrace, look at the sea of clouds, watch clouds and realize the Tao.


    Since childhood.


    Over time, Xiao Yushi also understood her Taoism from the turbulent sea of clouds.


    After realizing the Tao, Xiao Yushi hasn''t been here for a long time, but recently, Xiao Yushi has come very frequently, especially after returning from Dongli holy land, she will come almost every two days.


    Looking at the sea of clouds again, I didn''t understand the Tao, but wanted to disperse the appearance of the prodigal son from my mind.


    "Saint, something big has happened!"


    A female lantern bearer rushed onto the terrace and said.


    "Why are you so frightened?" Xiao Yushi asked with a frozen eyebrow.


    "The Lord... Is dead!"


    Peacock continent, Tianjin garden.


    Kong lingxuan was walking among the flowers with the hand of a beautiful woman. She looked anxious and said, "mother, why are you not in a hurry when such a big thing has happened."


    "What''s the use of urgency? What should have happened has already happened, and no one can stop it. No matter what challenges the Dongli sea area will face in the future, just try to keep your territory. We can''t worry about anything else."


    Kong lingxuan sighed, "I really don''t understand how the powerful existence of the Lord can easily die. It''s incredible."


    "Holy Lord? He''s just a bad old man dying. How vast and dangerous the Xuanyuan continent is. A bad old man like him doesn''t feel at ease to stay at home for the elderly and go out to be a hero. He''s just looking for his own death."


    This beautiful young woman is the peacock Ming king, Kong Miaoyin, one of the four Ming kings in the Dongli sea area!


    "Xuan''er, the Su Chen you mentioned is really a master level divine pattern master?"


    "Of course it''s true. How dare Xuaner deceive her mother, and... Xuaner recognizes Su Chen as his brother."


    "Oh? Then I have more sons. I don''t know if it''s so simple." Kong Miaoyin rubbed Kong lingxuan''s head with a smile, and her eyes were full of doting.


    Kong lingxuan blushed: "mother, don''t make fun of your daughter."


    "Take the time to go to beixuan continent and invite your good brother. My mother wants to compete with him. I''ve been stuck on the threshold of the master level for more than 50 years. If I don''t hurry up, I won''t spend the next 50 years."


    Kong lingxuan looked tight and said, "mother, have you had a relapse?"


    "No wonder others let me be greedy and want to break through the 99 disaster. I was not qualified to enter the sea of suffering in those years, but now... Your good brother may be an opportunity for me to break through."


    Kong lingxuan was shocked: "mother, do you have hope to break through the September 9 disaster?"


    Once we break through the 99 catastrophe, we will be the strong ones in lunhai!


    "Thirty percent is sure. With your good brother, maybe fifty percent."


    "Daughter, I''m leaving for beixuan!"


    "Don''t worry. The Dongli sea area will be turbulent in the past few days. You can go to sea when the situation eases a little."


    Dongli Beihai.


    An active volcano is erupting violently in Huoyuan continent.


    Rolling fire clouds block out the sun, as if even the sky is burning.


    On the fire cloud, a large number of gods are fighting with a group of demons.


    Just then, a loud roar came from the sky.


    It was the skeleton of a dragon with a length of more than kilometers. The Dragon didn''t know how many years it had died. Even its bones had been covered with years, but now it was flying on the clouds.


    On the keel stood a bald man with bare arms and bare feet. There was a ray of holy treasure light blooming between the man''s eyebrows, but there were black stripes full of magic on his head. He held a magic bead and a golden tripod in one hand.


    An old God official saw this scene and was so frightened that he lost most of his soul.


    "It''s him! He''s back!"


    "Great God, who is he?"


    "Demon monk - LV Yinyang!"


    Dongli East China Sea.


    Numerous ancient states, purple and green palace.


    "Master, big things are bad. The devil is coming!"


    "Buzz!"


    With a flash of black light, the inside and outside of the main hall fell into a thick darkness. Before the little Taoist boy could escape, he seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible big hands. His body bones kept twisting, as if he were twisting a towel. He twisted out the blood in his body bit by bit. The blood dripped in the darkness, and there was a burst of satisfied laughter.


    "Jie Jie... What delicious blood! I haven''t tasted such a fresh taste for a long time."


    Prick!


    A purple green sword roared to cut off the darkness and reproduce the light.


    The devil fell to the ground, spitting out black blood from his mouth. He looked at the old man coming out of the hall in horror and couldn''t believe: "immortal crape myrtle... It''s impossible. You didn''t die 500 years ago!"


    Prick!


    Another purple green sword came out and directly chopped the devil''s head.


    The old man brushed away, and there was no wave on his old face.


    "Taotao, don''t run around. Go to the holy land with me. That''s where you were born. You should go back and have a look for so many years."


    A snow-white, pink and delicate plum blossom deer with bright red plum blossom marks came and said, "real man, can I become a human?"


    "Not yet. When you meet the right person, the shackles imposed on you can naturally be untied. At that time, you will be qualified to become the shining saint of Sanqing."


    "Sanqing saint is very powerful?"


    "The saint of Sanqing is not powerful, but when you become the saint of Sanqing, you are qualified to learn the saint Sutra left by the founder of Sanqing Taoism. As long as you can cultivate the saint Sutra, you may become the fifth immortal to break away from the sea of suffering in Xuanyuan mainland after 7000 years."


    "Master, you talk about the bitter sea all day, but I''ve tasted it. The sea is salty, not bitter, and there are many fish and shrimp in the sea, which are very delicious."


    Immortal Ziwei smiled and said, "you are still young. When you are as old as master, you will know how bitter the sea of suffering is."