"Isn't there only one destined marriage?" Someone asked: "Has Siming Palace deceived you?"

"The Palace of Life never makes mistakes, let alone lie." A woman came out in the crowd, wearing a rolling silver-edged white robe and a cold temperament. She is Qin Yaohua, the young master of Siming Palace.

Qin Yaohua stood in front of Miao Congshu, entered the cannon fire ring filled with smoke, and adapted well.

She said: "Even if the Palace of Life lies, I can't deceive Longjun and Jushan lay Buddhist."

The dragon clan is favored by the way of heaven and is superior to many creatures. In addition, the Taoist sect of all dharmas practices the way of nature, so it is quite close to the way of heaven. In particular, the tree is still born with the Taoist bone, which has some responses to the way of heaven and its own destiny.

Otherwise, how could Dongting Dragon Lord truly believe it based on Miao Congshu's destiny?

Xue Tingchao has half of the blood of immortals, and follows the way of heaven, and is similar to the situation of Deng Qizhi. As early as when he first met, he knew that he had a deep conflict with Miao Congshu, and his later development also fulfilled his perception.

The Palace of Life can deceive other people in the cultivation world, but it can't deceive Xue Tingchao and Deng Qizhi.

"What's more, no matter how brave my life palace is, I dare not deceive the Demon Lord and the Realm Lord." Qin Yaohua: "The Ming Palace has always had good friends with Taixuan Sect, and there is no reason to deceive the Sect Master."

She takes good care of everyone and her speech is very good.

Deng Qizhi and Xue Tingchao acknowledged Qin Yaohua's words, and Ying Fanghu and Lu Sangtu also knew that there was no need for the Life Palace to lie to them on this matter.

So there is nothing wrong with the Palace of Life.

Miao Congshu really has countless marriage lines!

Some people present couldn't help but feel sad.

Some people have been self-sufficient for 180 years, while others have accumulated pools to raise sea fish, and the fish fry is different!

Even if you have different destinies from others, the way of heaven is too partial.

"I hope that in the cold winter, a hot body can warm my cold heart." Wu Yaoli was extremely melancholy: "I am already thirty years old."

The monk Naisha: "I will get used to it after you are one hundred years old."

Wu Yaoli: "..." I felt offended.

He sighed helplessly and continued, "So Fellow Miao's current position is also a destined love?"

Naisha's monk: "It's possible."

It must have just stopped running!

The others present thought in their hearts that there is no reason why the previous few were in love, but now the current person who is so good at mixing oil in honey is not.

And I feel that there will be several more in the future. Even if the current employee becomes an ex on the spot, I don’t think there is anything wrong.

On this side, Ying Fanghu and others frowned and fell into deep thought. They had the "destined love" as their most powerful reliance, but they found that even the "marriage stone" was in batches and the same style was very annoying.

Especially even the annotations are exactly the same!

Perfunctory and trampling on one's own pride.

At this time, they looked at Yu Fuli at the same time, as if they wanted to know if he was also what Miao Congshu called "destined love".

Qin Yaohua took out the marriage stone: "Why might this fellow Taoist, why not deduce it?" She looked around the famous masters in the cultivation world present, paused and said with encouragement, "Since they can, you should be able to do it too."

Yu Fuli asked Miao Congshu: "Do you think I can do it?"

Miao Congshu felt that it was not OK and was very uncertain inside. Because he fell in love with Yu Fuli at first sight when he saw the beauty, so he used all his tricks to get it. Because he was so happy that he quickly forgot his ex-loving relationship, he also forgot about the fact that he had the "destined love".

If the other exes were all 'love' and Yu Fuli was not...

No!

impossible!

Just by his love for Yu Fuli and their frequency of dual cultivation, we can easily judge and conclude that Lao Yu must be the true love!!

Miao Congshu nodded, full of confidence in his heart, giving Yu Fuli a twelve-point affirmation.

Qin Yaohua injected spiritual power into the marriage stone, and then burned the appearance of Miao Congshu and Yu Fuli. Although the two wore disguise masks, they did not hinder the deduction of the marriage stone.

However, the Marriage Stone finally only recorded Miao Congshu's true appearance, and could not record Yu Fuli. She could only see a vague and irrecognizable black figure.

Qin Yaohua looked surprised. After trying several times to change the marriage stone, she still couldn't deduce Yu Fuli. She looked up at Yu Fuli in surprise, but found that she seemed to be looking at a fog.

Yu Fuli's real face, cultivation and destiny were all hidden in the fog, and she could not see clearly even after exhausting her life's cultivation.

"Who are you?!"

Yu Fuli: "Since you can't deduce it, I'll do it."

As soon as the words finished, the marriage stone left Qin Yaohua's palm and fell on the table. At the same time, the marriage stone in the palm of Lu Sangtu, Ying Fanghu and others also flew away from their palm and fell on the table.

The six marriage stones were arranged in a straight line, making a "crackling" sound, and countless cracks broke out on the surface, and then they broke into powder in the eyes of everyone.

Lu Sangtu and others changed their faces and looked at Yu Fuli with vigilance.

Yu Fuli snatched the marriage stone from their hands without even moving his fingers, which shows that his cultivation level is higher than their imagination.

Xue Tingchao's remnant soul belonging to Wen Jincheng in the sea of ​​consciousness was roaring wildly, which was not only a horror and hatred for Yu Fuli, but also a pathological love for Miao Congshu next to him.

After the marriage stone was broken into powder, it ran at high speed on the table, forming a map of the stars in the sky. I wonder how Yu Fuli deduced it, but the monk with low cultivation could not hold on for a moment. He felt that his eyes and brain were hurt, so he quickly lowered his head and did not dare to read his deduction again.

Miao Congshu insisted on looking for a while, and the sea of ​​consciousness was already stinging.

After a moment, the results came out.

Miao Dongshu looked at the head and saw that the table top was made of powder and made into two lines of big characters: far-fetched and thoughtful. He fetched water from a bamboo basket and sought fish from a tree.

"..." Miao Congshu: "How about it, do it again?"

Yu Fuli waved his sleeves: "No need."

The square table piled up into a hill and the powder rose up instantly, and two lines of dazzling comments were swept up by the wind, as if the fate of irresistible and arrogantly shattered. The powder pounced on the square tables on both sides, and the steaming food was covered with a layer of marriage stone powder.

Qin Yaohua felt sorry for six marriage stones. The monks on both tables felt sorry for the delicious food full of spiritual energy, but they all shrank their shoulders the next moment. The terrifying and dangerous aura gradually spread, and their instinct prompted them to roll and crawl away. The monks who took one step later even felt their legs were weak.

Yu Fuli stood up, grabbed the void in his right hand, and a long black and light-impermeable sword appeared out of thin air, condensed by pure divine power.

He grabbed the disguise on his face with his left hand and kneaded the mask into a ball, threw it aside. Yu Fuli sighed irritably and coldly: "Forget it. Kill them all." He was too lazy to care about it.

What kind of ex-love is destined to be destined to the heavenly way, hinder him, deny him, plunder, seize, annoying, disgusting, kill all the things that are all gone.

The hair crown suddenly cracked, Yu Fuli's long hair scattered, his wide robe automatically hangs in the air without wind. The long knife hangs down, aims the tip of the knife at the ground, and cuts the ground into neat halves like cutting tofu.

Yu Fuli glanced at Miao Congshu and stretched out his hand: "Come here."

Miao Congshu held Yu Fuli's hand, and when the other party pulled it, he entered the world in his sleeve.

Yu Fuli looked around everyone present, and his long sword split Qingyou Hall in half, touching the Taixuan Sect’s mountain protection formation and sending out an alarm.

The alarm was a heavy bell, like thunder, reaching the nine heavens and spreading throughout the sects. Even Fuyun City heard the sound and couldn't help but look up, but they couldn't see anything.

In Qingyou Palace, Qin Yaohua felt something was wrong, so she quickly retreated and scolded him loudly: "Run!"

The sect of Siming Palace heard her order and quickly withdrew from Qingyou Hall. The monks who were a little far away saw that they were unclear, but followed them. The distance was a little closer, and when they saw that the situation was not good, they quickly packed up and prepared to run away.

The Wanfa Taoist Sect shouted that Wu Yaoli would run away quickly. Wu Yaoli wanted a monk to be by his side and a Buddha was in his heart, and his life was very safe. But when he looked back, he found that the group of bald donkeys ran away without a trace.

He said "I'm a day" in his heart and ran away quickly.

The beams and rafters of Qingyou Palace were cut in half by Yu Fuli, and they were shaking and unable to last long. When all the monks ran out, the building of Qingyou Palace collapsed and turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.

The figures of Lu Sangtu and others quickly turned into flowing light, left Qingyou Hall, stomped in the air without relying on flying spirit weapons. The originally empty sky was densely filled with people, and they formed a circle to surround Yu Fuli in the middle.

The two sides seem to be clearly distinguished, but more people do not want to participate in the fight between the big guys. They maintained their melon-eating attitude when they were in Qingyou Hall just now, and chose a good position to wait and see without saying a word from afar.

Lu Sangtu, Xue Tingchao and other five people stood in different positions to surround Yu Fuli, with a serious expression on their faces, guarded each other, and awe-inspiring in fighting.

The silver thread connecting the outside world of Taixuan Sect was cut off, and the source of the information was trapped. He immediately understood that Yu Fuli had trapped them all in the Taixuan Sect's mountain protection formation, and his meaning was very clear, either Yu Fuli died or these exes died.

Ying Fanghu, who had long wanted to kill others, welcomed this. He laughed softly, and the silver thread buried in the mountains broke out from the ground, erected a series of oily green and poisonous fences to stop the other monks from escaping and interfering.

"Today, all the sects are present, just for a testimony." Ying Fanghu coughed twice, and the silver jewelry on his body jingled. The raised smile was innocent and bright, and the malice in his eyes was overflowing. "We voluntarily fight to the death, and our private decision has nothing to do with the sect, and the right path and the right path. We are responsible for our own life and death, regardless of the consequences."

"how?"

Lu Sangtu held the ghost-headed demon sword in his palm and raised his eyes: "I have no objection."

Deng Qizhi's face was expressionless. Because of murderous intention, fighting intention, and jealous intention, his spiritual power rose rapidly so that it could not be covered by his original body. The dragon scales on his cheeks appeared and disappeared. He said concisely: "Ke."

Xue Tingchao lowered his head and lowered his eyes, his pupils had turned into a strange blood-red color. Wen Jincheng's remnant soul fell down again and again under constant suppression, and got up. The paranoid and pathological admiration and his own properly controlled love intersected and merged with each other.

In the process of plunder and fighting, Wen Jincheng's remnant soul gradually merged. The twist that Wen Jincheng could not love but opened up the tide of Xue Tingchao locked under the lake of calmness.

He laughed and replied calmly: "Okay."

Among the few people, only Xu Fuxue practiced the latest, so he had the lowest cultivation level. In this death fight, he was basically equivalent to cannon fodder. The leader of Taixuan Sect disagreed. He attempted to break into the poison array set up by Yingfanghu, and scolded Xu Fuxue hard and immediately withdrew from the death fight.

Xu Fuxue shook his head, turned his back to the leader of Taixuan Sect, held his natal sword tightly, and participated in the death fight with determination than at any moment in more than 20 years.

"If I retreat with fear, I really have no chance again." Xu Fuxue blinked his eyes, apologized to his father, took a step forward, and silently expressed his attitude.

**

The universe in the sleeve.

Miao Congshu was searching for a spiritual weapon that could play the situation outside at any time in mustard seed space. After seeing a string of purple glass Buddhist beads glowing. He turned around and pulled out the string of Buddhist beads that he threw in casually, thinking for a moment, suddenly remembering its origin.

In the illusion of Lingxu, the whole family gave him Buddhist beads.

Miao Congshu shook the Buddhist beads and saw a Buddhist verse engraved on it and read it out. The next moment, white smoke emerged from the Buddhist beads and turned into the illusion of the monk Naisha. There were also the tip of Baiwu Mountain in the illusion, and there were several heads like braised eggs next to it.

The monk Naisha waved: "Master Miao."

Miao Congshu: "You have something to do?"

Naisha's monk: "Did you forget that we still want to explore the mystery of Buddhism together?"

"Is it interesting to take advantage of the situation?" Miao Congshu: "I am in a state of decline now, and there is no need for you to take the opportunity to abduct me into a monk."

"Your current and several exes are fighting hard outside. Personally, I support Mr. Yu." Naisha's monk: "But no matter what the result is, you are still the one who is miserable."

"You don't say anything when Lao Yu is here, you're taking advantage of the death to poach the corner. You're quite creative." Miao Congshu refused: "Small and unique, real thing."

"I'll ask you a question," said Naisha's monk slowly, "Are you sure you only have the five loves outside?"
Chapter completed!