Chapter 293 Dean of Dao 1 Academy!
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Mu Xiao San Sheng
The situation is tense, and a new round of shocking battle may break out at any time.
Countless people held their breath and concentrated, not daring to make a sound, their whole bodies tensed up, and their minds were restless.
"If you don't want to die, then back off!"
The old man of a certain faction wanted to live a few more years, so he took the lead in retreating to the back.
"Srustling..."
More and more monks have made a decision to step back, not daring to block the way at this juncture, which is no different from direct reincarnation.
"Why can't I contact my ancestor?"
A strong man at the peak of the Mahayana secretly used the method of sound transmission, wanting to talk to an ancestor in the Kunlun world and seek instructions.
However, no matter how the outside monks tried to transmit the sound, they didn't get a reply from the Kunlun Realm, and they froze in place, very anxious and at a loss.
In the realm of Kunlun, above the sea of clouds stands a Zijin palace.
There is a white jade corridor outside the hall, about [-] meters long, magnificent and majestic, like a fairy palace.
There are fourteen divine bridge masters living in the Kunlun Realm, one of whom hid in the deepest place and did not show up.
The other thirteen top powers stood side by side outside the Zijin Hall, standing on the heights of the White Jade Corridor.
They were all dressed in luxurious brocade clothes, and their faces were extremely solemn, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Very few old antiques showed a bit of fear in their eyes, they did not have the expression of a hidden powerhouse, as if a mortal had met a fierce tiger, panicked, and his hairs stood on end.
who is here?Or is there another reason?What are they afraid of?
"call--"
A gust of wind blew away a dense fog and white clouds.
All the elders stood at the end of the white jade corridor, all looking straight at the beginning of the corridor, serious and nervous.
The wind lifted and the clouds dispersed, so that this long corridor was no longer covered.
At the starting point, a vague figure stood.
A few wisps of mist that hadn't dissipated, clinging to the man's body, seemed real and fake, like a dream.
"That little doll belongs to me, you can't move."
The atmosphere became more and more tense, the man opened his mouth, and his tone was flat.
Listen to this voice, it is a woman.
"We didn't make a move."
An old man in white said.
"I know exactly what you are thinking. I came here to remind you this time, don't make a mess."
The man spoke unhurriedly, his voice was ethereal, as if he had come from another world, giving off an illusionary feeling.
"You take yourself too seriously!" A grumpy old man with white beard snorted coldly, he didn't like the feeling of being threatened: "Don't say I didn't move, even if I did, can you how?"
After these words fell, the man fell silent.
Are you afraid?
The elders couldn't help but have such thoughts.
Immediately afterwards, the elders secretly shook their heads and cut off their thoughts.
She will be afraid?
Impossible.
People like her are born lawless and never afraid of anything.
Hey!
Suddenly, the man took a step forward.
The footsteps were very slight, but everyone could hear them very clearly at this moment.
The hearts of all the elders trembled at this moment, and their hands tightened involuntarily.
The man walked slowly, like a mortal, without performing any Taoism.
However, the more ordinary that person behaved, the more flustered the elders became, and subconsciously launched defensive measures.
The forward speed was slow, and the body gradually passed through the few clouds that did not clear away, revealing its true face.
Short stature, about five feet.
She was wearing a long snow-white dress, dragging on the ground.A white ribbon is tied around her waist, and her long hair is tied tightly with a hosta patterned with Bana flowers.
His eyes were like water, with a cool taste.The collarbone is as white as jade, without any blemish.
Vermilion lips and bright teeth, no powder or daisy.
She has a beautiful face, like a fairy in a painting.
If you forget about her height and her cool appearance in the white dress, she looks like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, and she does not eat fireworks in the world.
Yan Ximeng, her name.
As for her identity, she is the dean of the legendary Taoist Academy!
Lolita's body, Yujie's face.
She is like an ice lotus growing on the top of a thousand mountains, untouchable and independent from the world.
"Da da da......"
Yan Ximeng walked forward slowly, every step she took would put great psychological pressure on these old guys, and she was extremely nervous.
Many years ago, the Kunlun community gave Yan Ximeng an invitation letter.
Yan Ximeng tore it up without saying a word.
With the status of Kunlun Realm, of course he is very dissatisfied and wants to get back his face.
The result is very simple, Yan Ximeng used his strength to make the Kunlun world regress.
There is no need to fight to the death for a little bit of face, just take a step back and open up the sea and the sky.
The elders knew that Yan Ximeng might make a move, but they didn't dare to take the lead.
fear!
Because they are well aware of Yan Ximeng's strength, which is extremely terrifying, and it is difficult to find an opponent in this world.
The invisible coercion diffused from Yan Ximeng's body, distorting the void of the entire Kunlun Small World, and the law became very unstable.
Yan Ximeng's face was indifferent, and a few strands of blue hair fluttered slightly, adding a bit of ethereal air to her.
With her ability, she can completely change her appearance.
However, she didn't do that. These are meaningless things, so they won't be a waste of time.
She has lived for more than 2 years, why does her face remain the same, and the years have not left a trace on her face?
It has something to do with her strength, and it is also because of the Wannian Zhuyan Pill of Daoyi Academy.
Changing appearance with Taoism is a method of camouflage, and practitioners who are not weak can see it.
Therefore, the elderly female monks of many forces do not use supernatural powers to hide their true faces, but try their best to find the holy medicine that can truly maintain their youthful appearance.
"What do you want to do?"
After half a stick of incense passed, an old man couldn't bear the pressure and asked loudly.
Yan Ximeng's forward speed was not very fast, and he only walked a few hundred meters, but it made the strong men restless, and their whole bodies were tense like strings.
To this, Yan Ximeng didn't answer, with a cold face.
"Da da da......"
Continue walking, maintaining a speed.
The sound of footsteps was like a magic sound from the abyss, constantly attacking the souls of everyone.
Suddenly, the white-bearded old man couldn't bear this mental oppression any longer. With a loud cry, he rose into the air, a powerful force erupted from his body, and he condensed his supernatural powers, striking out: "Ah!"
The old man with white beard was the one who provoked Yan Ximeng just now, so what if he threatened to move Chen Qingyuan.
Yan Ximeng seems to be walking, but in fact he has already made a move.
The soul attack in the Divine Bridge Realm was aimed at the white-bearded old man, and the rest were just affected.
"boom!"
Facing this scene, Yan Ximeng calmly raised his right hand lightly, and pushed forward with a palm.
"Boom rumble..."
"thump!"
The supernatural powers of the old man with white beard collapsed in an instant.
Before Yan Ximeng's palm fell on him, he had already caused a lot of injuries, his chest collapsed, and all internal organs were damaged.
"not good!"
All the bosses turned pale with fright, and they used Taoism one after another to help the old man with white beard defend against the enemy.
Countless people held their breath and concentrated, not daring to make a sound, their whole bodies tensed up, and their minds were restless.
"If you don't want to die, then back off!"
The old man of a certain faction wanted to live a few more years, so he took the lead in retreating to the back.
"Srustling..."
More and more monks have made a decision to step back, not daring to block the way at this juncture, which is no different from direct reincarnation.
"Why can't I contact my ancestor?"
A strong man at the peak of the Mahayana secretly used the method of sound transmission, wanting to talk to an ancestor in the Kunlun world and seek instructions.
However, no matter how the outside monks tried to transmit the sound, they didn't get a reply from the Kunlun Realm, and they froze in place, very anxious and at a loss.
In the realm of Kunlun, above the sea of clouds stands a Zijin palace.
There is a white jade corridor outside the hall, about [-] meters long, magnificent and majestic, like a fairy palace.
There are fourteen divine bridge masters living in the Kunlun Realm, one of whom hid in the deepest place and did not show up.
The other thirteen top powers stood side by side outside the Zijin Hall, standing on the heights of the White Jade Corridor.
They were all dressed in luxurious brocade clothes, and their faces were extremely solemn, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Very few old antiques showed a bit of fear in their eyes, they did not have the expression of a hidden powerhouse, as if a mortal had met a fierce tiger, panicked, and his hairs stood on end.
who is here?Or is there another reason?What are they afraid of?
"call--"
A gust of wind blew away a dense fog and white clouds.
All the elders stood at the end of the white jade corridor, all looking straight at the beginning of the corridor, serious and nervous.
The wind lifted and the clouds dispersed, so that this long corridor was no longer covered.
At the starting point, a vague figure stood.
A few wisps of mist that hadn't dissipated, clinging to the man's body, seemed real and fake, like a dream.
"That little doll belongs to me, you can't move."
The atmosphere became more and more tense, the man opened his mouth, and his tone was flat.
Listen to this voice, it is a woman.
"We didn't make a move."
An old man in white said.
"I know exactly what you are thinking. I came here to remind you this time, don't make a mess."
The man spoke unhurriedly, his voice was ethereal, as if he had come from another world, giving off an illusionary feeling.
"You take yourself too seriously!" A grumpy old man with white beard snorted coldly, he didn't like the feeling of being threatened: "Don't say I didn't move, even if I did, can you how?"
After these words fell, the man fell silent.
Are you afraid?
The elders couldn't help but have such thoughts.
Immediately afterwards, the elders secretly shook their heads and cut off their thoughts.
She will be afraid?
Impossible.
People like her are born lawless and never afraid of anything.
Hey!
Suddenly, the man took a step forward.
The footsteps were very slight, but everyone could hear them very clearly at this moment.
The hearts of all the elders trembled at this moment, and their hands tightened involuntarily.
The man walked slowly, like a mortal, without performing any Taoism.
However, the more ordinary that person behaved, the more flustered the elders became, and subconsciously launched defensive measures.
The forward speed was slow, and the body gradually passed through the few clouds that did not clear away, revealing its true face.
Short stature, about five feet.
She was wearing a long snow-white dress, dragging on the ground.A white ribbon is tied around her waist, and her long hair is tied tightly with a hosta patterned with Bana flowers.
His eyes were like water, with a cool taste.The collarbone is as white as jade, without any blemish.
Vermilion lips and bright teeth, no powder or daisy.
She has a beautiful face, like a fairy in a painting.
If you forget about her height and her cool appearance in the white dress, she looks like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, and she does not eat fireworks in the world.
Yan Ximeng, her name.
As for her identity, she is the dean of the legendary Taoist Academy!
Lolita's body, Yujie's face.
She is like an ice lotus growing on the top of a thousand mountains, untouchable and independent from the world.
"Da da da......"
Yan Ximeng walked forward slowly, every step she took would put great psychological pressure on these old guys, and she was extremely nervous.
Many years ago, the Kunlun community gave Yan Ximeng an invitation letter.
Yan Ximeng tore it up without saying a word.
With the status of Kunlun Realm, of course he is very dissatisfied and wants to get back his face.
The result is very simple, Yan Ximeng used his strength to make the Kunlun world regress.
There is no need to fight to the death for a little bit of face, just take a step back and open up the sea and the sky.
The elders knew that Yan Ximeng might make a move, but they didn't dare to take the lead.
fear!
Because they are well aware of Yan Ximeng's strength, which is extremely terrifying, and it is difficult to find an opponent in this world.
The invisible coercion diffused from Yan Ximeng's body, distorting the void of the entire Kunlun Small World, and the law became very unstable.
Yan Ximeng's face was indifferent, and a few strands of blue hair fluttered slightly, adding a bit of ethereal air to her.
With her ability, she can completely change her appearance.
However, she didn't do that. These are meaningless things, so they won't be a waste of time.
She has lived for more than 2 years, why does her face remain the same, and the years have not left a trace on her face?
It has something to do with her strength, and it is also because of the Wannian Zhuyan Pill of Daoyi Academy.
Changing appearance with Taoism is a method of camouflage, and practitioners who are not weak can see it.
Therefore, the elderly female monks of many forces do not use supernatural powers to hide their true faces, but try their best to find the holy medicine that can truly maintain their youthful appearance.
"What do you want to do?"
After half a stick of incense passed, an old man couldn't bear the pressure and asked loudly.
Yan Ximeng's forward speed was not very fast, and he only walked a few hundred meters, but it made the strong men restless, and their whole bodies were tense like strings.
To this, Yan Ximeng didn't answer, with a cold face.
"Da da da......"
Continue walking, maintaining a speed.
The sound of footsteps was like a magic sound from the abyss, constantly attacking the souls of everyone.
Suddenly, the white-bearded old man couldn't bear this mental oppression any longer. With a loud cry, he rose into the air, a powerful force erupted from his body, and he condensed his supernatural powers, striking out: "Ah!"
The old man with white beard was the one who provoked Yan Ximeng just now, so what if he threatened to move Chen Qingyuan.
Yan Ximeng seems to be walking, but in fact he has already made a move.
The soul attack in the Divine Bridge Realm was aimed at the white-bearded old man, and the rest were just affected.
"boom!"
Facing this scene, Yan Ximeng calmly raised his right hand lightly, and pushed forward with a palm.
"Boom rumble..."
"thump!"
The supernatural powers of the old man with white beard collapsed in an instant.
Before Yan Ximeng's palm fell on him, he had already caused a lot of injuries, his chest collapsed, and all internal organs were damaged.
"not good!"
All the bosses turned pale with fright, and they used Taoism one after another to help the old man with white beard defend against the enemy.
