From the formation to the time it breaks down, it only takes a moment.
In the eyes of the Quanzhen Taoists, there was only admiration and fear.
The seemingly unknown young man in front of him has actually reached a level of spiritual enlightenment in his body!
When the sword energy rises, it's like rivers and lakes bursting their banks and mountains towering.
When the sword moves with energy, it is as fast as thunder and flashes, brilliant and unpredictable.
At this moment, when the sword energy disappeared, there was no trace again.
Sure enough, under the Grand Master, all living beings are equal. This statement is not false.
And based on the insights of the Quanzhen Seventh Son, they felt an unprecedented level of surprise.
With the surging inner energy that Zhou Xuanxin had just unleashed, he was probably on a par with the Chongyang Master who shocked the past and the present.
Ma Yu's face was dejected and he smiled bitterly.
"Your Excellency's cultivation is so profound that I can't wait to match him."
"Since Your Excellency can guarantee that Li Mochou will no longer cause harm to the world, we have nothing to say."
Zhou Xuanxin frowned after hearing this.
He knew that although the Quanzhen Seven Sons had different personalities, they were all the first-class gentlemen in the world today.
As for Taoists, although they pursue the right path, they also know how to follow the trend and will never make a fuss about a mere Li Mochou and force the entire sect to fight for victory.
There may still be hidden secrets in it.
But seeing Ma Yu and others hesitating, Zhou Xuanxin immediately smiled.
"As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. The boy had previously stood in the way of Quanzhen, but only in a hurry. He was repaying the favor of Wudang Master Zhang, but today he and Quanzhen have a serious friendship."
"Children of the Jianghu, please enjoy your grudges. If you Taoist priests don't dislike it, I would like to hear what difficulties the Quanzhen Sect has now."
As soon as these words came out, Ma Yudeng immediately became happy.
It turned out that when he came to Wudang alone, in addition to begging Zhang Sanfeng to help him out of trouble, he also asked for help from others.
However, even Taoist giants like Wudang were unable to do what he wanted.
Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji dispersed the disciples behind them and led Zhou Xuanxin back to the main gate of Qianshan.
However, the three of them did not return to Chongyang Palace.
Instead, he stopped at a valley behind Chongyang Palace.
I saw green grass here, blooming mountain flowers, sheltered from wind and rain by the cliffs, and it was a leisurely scene.
It's just that the Western Zhou Dynasty was full of vitality, but the only place in the east was withered and yellow vegetation, with a dead pine half hanging.
Under the withered pine, there is a pool of sparkling water.
But in the pool, there was a bunch of withered lotus hanging down. It was yellow and shriveled, without any vitality at all.
"This is......"
Zhou Xuanxin suddenly felt something in his heart.
"Is this the lucky lotus?"
"Young hero is knowledgeable and well-informed. This is exactly the luck lotus that Master planted for our Quanzhen Sect..."
Zhou Xuanxin was secretly shocked.
Because this Luck Lotus was a seed that he had just received as a gift from the system when he was reading thousands of books.
He knew that this thing was conceived by the essence of heaven and earth, and contained the mighty destiny of the ages.
It cannot be attained without a great master, and cannot be cultivated without a great master.
Even if an ordinary person gets it and plants it in water, the spiritual energy will inevitably leak out in the end. Even if the luck is there, it will only serve as a wedding dress for others.
And if the luck lotus gathers in a place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flourishes, it can form a sect and a country. It can achieve prosperity for at least hundreds of years and a flourishing martial arts.
On the contrary, it looks a bit bleak.
If the luck lotus withers, it symbolizes that the fortune here has declined and it will be difficult to rebuild its glory.
Zhou Xuan suddenly understood why Ma Yuyuan went to Wudang but ultimately returned unsatisfied.
Foreign enemies are easy to retreat, but luck is difficult to sustain.
The Wudang Sect only has a Lotus Pond of Luck behind its Zhenwu Hall.
The last time Zhou Xuanxin saw it, it was still in bud and was condensing the aura of the mountain.
But the withered lotus in front of me is really too pitiful.
"I feel ashamed to say that since Master passed away, half of the Quanzhen Qi Luck Lotus has withered from nine branches to nine flowers."
"Since Uncle Zhou left the religion, two more flowers have withered."
"Over the years, even though we have worked hard and devoted ourselves to cultivating Taoism, we can't stop the fate of the remaining lotus flowers from gradually withering."
"To this day, only the fragment of this flower remains."
Ma Yu's face was filled with guilt.
"I have lost both my talent and my virtue, which makes my true luck worse than before."
"Young hero is at such an age and has entered the realm of a great master. If there is a way to save my true luck, then we can restore our friendship. Li Mochou's affairs will naturally depend on young hero's decision."
Zhou Xuan thought for a moment.
He was not stingy with a lucky lotus seed.
It's just that since Ma Yu entered Wudang, and to this day, it seems that everything happened unnaturally.
"Taoist Master Ma Yu, I have something to ask."
"Young hero, please speak."
"The Quanzhen Sect has staged such a grand spectacle to hunt down Li Mochou. Is what they are seeking is justice in the world, or is there another hidden agenda?"
As soon as these words came out, Ma Yudeng's face condensed.
Qiu Chuji behind him even stopped breathing.
"Could it be that the young hero really has a miraculous plan?"
"To be honest, when the luck lotus withered in front of me, everyone in Quanzhen was shocked. But on that day, an expert came to the Chongyang Palace and personally used his superb cultivation to renew the luck lotus for three more years. Year fortune."
Zhou Xuanxin seemed calm and calm, but inside, he couldn't help but feel a slight tremor.
The general trend of luck is a numerological cycle. How can anyone change it by relying on their own cultivation?
He hesitated for a moment, took out the luck lotus seed given by the system, and threw it into the pool.
Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji hadn't seen clearly what he had thrown.
But he saw a green spot of light coming out of his hand and falling into the pool with a splash.
In an instant, spiritual energy rose from the mountains, clouds and mist gathered, the trees became more green, and all kinds of beasts bowed their heads in worship.
It has the air of a fairy cave.
The pool of water in front of him suddenly changed from turbid to boiling and began to vibrate violently.
The turbid air rose and turned into a cloud of cold air, like a water dragon, circling upward.
This aura had just been born, and it was incompatible with the pure spiritual aura around it.
It exudes a cold, cold, and cruel air, and the head of the path is about to shoot away.
Zhou Xuanxin snorted coldly.
"It's so easy to leave!"
But seeing that the cloud of Yin Qi had not yet galloped a few feet away, Zhou Xuanxin's figure had already jumped ahead.
Just point one point and it will hit the center of Yin Qi.
But that ball of Yin Qi trembled violently, as if rushing into a cage, and even let out a soul-stirring and ferocious roar.
Ma Yu and others felt chills running down their spines.
What is living in this lotus pond of luck!
At this moment, Zhou Xuanxin couldn't help but feel very curious.
This extremely sinister inner energy actually came from the combat power of a great master who was thousands of miles away!
But after just a moment of realization, disdain appeared on Zhou Xuanxin's cheeks.
"Huanyin Zhijin, Cheng Kun, you really have a long-term plan!"
Zhou Xuanxin's words were extremely cold.
"You use your own insidious skills to damage the luck of others and strengthen yourself, then I will use your insidious skills to meet the insidious ones today!"
Having said that, it was seen that although Zhou Xuanxin still had the posture of sticking out one finger, his whole aura seemed to be that of two people.
The previously pure and vigorous energy suddenly disappeared, and another overwhelming and overwhelming intention to destroy the world emerged at the fingertips.
Prison-breaking power!
For a moment, although the spiritual power of Western Zhou Dynasty condensed to the bank of the lotus pond, the process also stopped at this moment.
It seemed that he was afraid of Zhou Xuanxin's sudden burst of world-destroying inner energy.
Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji looked at each other, their eyes full of despair and admiration.
What is desperate is that the young man in front of him has actually mastered the art of purity and dignity, as well as the power of world-destroying tyranny. Even if he practices hard for ten more lives, what is the use?
What I admire is that this young man, who is only a mere age, has actually reached such a stage, and today he is even gifting his own luck lotus seed. How can the Quanzhen Taoists not respect or admire him?
But this time, the yin energy lingering on the fingertips that refused to dissipate seemed to be captured by the famous family, and dissipated instantly.
But thousands of miles away, on Shaoshi Mountain, a frowning Shaolin monk Yuan Zhen suddenly showed a look of decadence on his face.
A mouthful of blood spurted out!
"Good boy... dare to stop me from absorbing the luck of the blessed land..."
As the power of Huanyin's fingers dissipated instantly, Zhou Xuanxin's aura became stable again.
The spiritual energy of the Western Zhou Dynasty gathered and swarmed in. After a moment, the water in the Qi Luck Lotus Pond became clear again.
The old luck lotus that withered and died has long since turned into powder.
Turning around, there was a jasper-like lotus bud slowly poking out of the water.
