Wu Xing was like this. He took a shower and changed his clothes late at night, then opened a secret room and flashed into it.

The secret room was narrow and the light was dim. He lit the oil lamp on the wall, coughed, and came to a small altar.

After piously performing the tedious and solemn etiquette, he felt that his heart was calm, so he lit two sandalwood sticks respectfully on top of his head, and bowed down.

The murmuring prayer is like the whisper in the ear, and like the whisper in the dream.

Slowly, the statue of the god on the altar lit up, and a trace of warmth that only he could perceive was projected from the statue and directly acted on his soul.

This warmth is like a staring projected from an unknown world, both clear and blurry, and it seems to contain endless mysteries. Wu Xingyun tried his best to understand the mystery. Unfortunately, if you gain something, you will feel like you have nothing to gain, and only a faint unwillingness and melancholy slowly arise.

After the prayer, he opened his eyes and caught the last trace of the afterglow of the statue.

After finishing the prayer once every seven days, leaving the secret room, the faint unwillingness and melancholy became stronger.

He began to stare at his face in the bronze mirror. His old age and his white hair and beard could no longer be concealed. This indicates that his life is at its limit. If he cannot make a breakthrough, the dust will return to dust and the soil will return to soil not far ahead.

"Daojun!"

His face suddenly became distorted, and the bronze mirror shattered with a crack under the stimulation of the bursting aura and power!

"The incarnation of the Great Dao that emerged from nowhere!"

His figure flashed and he sat back on the cushion. His luck sounded and he began to enter into meditation.

Wu Xingyun was originally an elder-level disciple of a medium-sized sect in the northern border, but now he is an unknown old cultivator in this camp.

Wu Xingyun, who used to accept his fate, has already made a clear plan for the last 10 or 20 years of his life.

In the sect, he is a respectable elder and willing to support his juniors. Outside the sect, he is a well-known and enthusiastic heart. Even if a first-level low-level cultivator comes to him, he will uphold this morality and rules and never bully the weak or dominate others.

Returning to the simple and simple temperament and gentle and honest elder style have won him a noble reputation and prestige.

However, all this was broken when hope came.

Taoist Lord appeared!

It's like a rock breaks through the sky!

A skeptical attempt illuminated all his hopes and enthusiasm.

From then on, the once innocent and honest elder who was once absent-minded and honest man disappeared.

For the sake of Taoist Lord, he finally broke through the former natural barrier five years ago and entered the late stage of foundation building.

This breakthrough made him ecstatic and exposed him!

The sect could not stay, and the relatives could only ask for blessings. At that time, he left everything aside without hesitation and entered the wilderness, thinking about returning home in glory and compensation after forming a pill.

However!

But reality gave him a heavy blow.

The Taoist Lord’s role is obvious every time he breaks through the big and small realms.

But the Taoist Lord cannot erase the accumulation of the long-lasting years out of thin air.

Before reaching the level, monks need to practice bit by bit. The seventh floor to the eighth floor or even the ninth floor is a process of accumulation. The Taoist Lord cannot improve you out of thin air, just like he cannot fill the water in the bucket out of thin air.

But such accumulation takes time, and Wu Xingyun, who is about to live, lacks the most time.

Therefore, no matter how hard he works or struggles, he can only increase his utilitarianism, reduce the quality of his faith, and can only make the inner demons deep seeds, and cannot make him jump from the seventh level to the nineth level, let alone the foundation building is perfect and the possibility of a elixir.

He understands this principle!

However, in front of the Great Dao and the Longevity, he suddenly gained hope after despair. After abandoning everything, he refused to accept his fate and refused to believe it.

The inner demons are sown deeply, and after every prayer is completed, they are alone in the unwillingness and despair that penetrates the soul in countless late nights.

A quiet camp, no one knew that a beast that was unwilling, roaring, desperate, had awakened in the body of the old cultivator who had no sense of existence. The beast was fed by unwilling and despair every day and had grown to a strong enough.

Wu Xingyun's body sitting cross-legged could not help but tremble slightly. The day passed, and the deadline was approaching one day, day after day, how many days would there be?

This Taoist Lord——Stop, stop!

Wu Xingyun woke up in horror and recovered his reason from endless resentment.

Sin, sin!

He quickly recited his prayers silently, allowing his desire, admiration and expectation to occupy his mind again.

That night passed like this.

The next day, the entire camp woke up from the silence.

Wu Xingyun washed up simply, walked out of his simple cave, walked through the rugged and winding corridors, and found the right path from the forks and confusing illusions.

Walking along the way, a distance of a few kilometers is coming in an instant.

The camp is located in a valley surrounded by cliffs. The cliffs around the valley have been hollowed out by a large number of Taoist monks, forming a large-scale hiding place.

There is also a fourth-level illusion array hidden in the valley. Even if the monks pass by the sky, they will be confused by the valley bottom appearance presented by the illusion array.

The illusion array itself does not have the ability to protect and cannot isolate wild beasts with powerful spiritual consciousness. Therefore, this camp has always been in a state that it is possible to give up at any time. It has been beyond the expectations of most people to exist until now.

When Wu Xingyun walked out of the cliff, he blocked the sudden bright light with the back of his hand. When his eyes were slightly accustomed to it, he smiled all over his face and greeted the church members he didn't know along the way. He was also the etiquette that had just emerged in the Taoist sect.

Here, the difference between cultivation and rank is about to be the lowest. For example, the pastors responsible for the things here are all in the late stage of Qi training and are not old, but they instruct high-level scholars like Wu Xingyun to assign daily tasks to answer questions in their faith, make words on behalf of the Taoist king, and enjoy high prestige.

The camp was bustling with people, and the increasingly cheerful laughter of several female church members flowed in it like silver bells.

One of the priests sat in the thatched hut, and a large number of monks had gathered to wait.

Wu Xingyun walked into the cottage alone while they greeted him, and happened to meet a middle-aged monk in arrow clothes reporting to the priest.

"A hundred miles away, the traces of the puppet army have been found. The route of the movement has just passed through our camp. The danger has arrived. I suggest that the transfer be carried out immediately."

When the priest saw Wu Xingyun, he nodded and signaled him to sit down and listen together.

"Do you want to give up this stronghold?" The pastor seemed a little hesitant.

"The pastor, you must not be lucky at this time. Once they discover it, everything will be over. It will not only harm yourself, but also involve the relatives outside."

"My fellow Witch, what do you think?"

Wu Xingyun smiled kindly, "Everything is based on the meaning of the Holy See. I have no objection!"

Upon hearing this, the pastor frowned slightly, "Since that's the case, let me discuss with several other pastors before making a decision."

"Shepherd, it's urgent!" The middle-aged monk in an arrow suit urgently made a decision.

At this moment, the sharp sirens suddenly broke the serene and silence of the early morning and echoed throughout the camp.

The three people in the cottage were stunned for a moment, but Wu Xingyun was the first to react and said, "Oh no, he rushed to the priest, sacrificed his magic weapon, flew around him, and looked out of the cottage with great vigilance.

Outside the cottage, panic and noise sounded. The priest behind Wu Xingyun pushed him away and rushed out anxiously.

"Shepherd, dangerous!"

The priest turned around and looked at Wu Xingyun deeply. He walked out of the thatched hut and saw the Taoist monks in the valley doing everything like headless flies, but few people were preparing to evacuate according to the preview plan.

Dangdangdangdangdangdangdang!!

The priest rang the alarm bell, and the monk who was in panic suddenly had guidance. However, before the teleportation array that could only be used three times was opened, a voice came from outside the array: "Don't panic, all the church members, Xie Hui, who is also a Taoist sect, had a brief stay here two years ago, and several pastors were familiar with it."

"etc!"

Another priest strode with great strides in the crowd, and the priest protected by Wu Xingyun left everyone to greet him.

The two pastors met and talked in a low voice. The newly emerging pastor raised his voice and shouted, "Thank you, who are you bringing?"

"But the Pastor Pei Qi? The one who came with me was the Gate of Hope in the oracle!"

"What?" The pastor named Pei Qi was shocked, and then he was ecstatic, "Seriously?"

"It's true! I'll ask the shepherd to remove the illusion array. Is it true or false? You can tell at a glance!"

oracle!?

Wu Xingyun's face changed!

What oracle?

He looked around and found that most of the people were surprised to be happy. It seemed that he had known it to the oracle for a long time.

Why don't I?

Wu Xingyun's body trembled. At this time, the distance and status of each person in front of the throne of Tao can be seen at a glance.

Unfortunately, he was excluded from the first echelon.

This discovery was like a blow to the end, making him feel dizzy.

By the time he regained his rationality and tranquility, the camp was already in a state of laughter and joy.

The illusion array above the valley was revoked, and you could see that a large group of people were slowly landing.

The person in the leader looked really young, but he was already in the middle stage of foundation building. Looking at Feng Shen’s handsomeness and dressed in Taoist costumes, it made people feel intimate.

Behind him is the official who just sent a message, Xie Hui.

Several pastors all appeared and had carefully welcomed them.

In the valley, all the Taoist monks appeared, and there were only more than 300 people.

Wu Xingyun, a qi above the foundation building, sensed three, and one of his cultivation was faintly above him, but he was only about sixty years old!

Suddenly, all this became particularly unreal in his eyes. With a slight trembling, he suddenly felt that everyone on the scene was so disgusting.

Su Cheng had just landed and was chatting with several pastors. Suddenly he felt a little uncomfortable, subconsciously looking at the source of discomfort.

At this glance, he only caught a corner of Wu Xingyun's clothes when he disappeared.

"Master Wu, what's wrong?"

Su Cheng turned around and showed a kind smile: "It's nothing, let's talk inside."

"please!"
Chapter completed!