Minghui just shouted, the golden hall had already begun to crumble, trembling everywhere, flowing out bursts of Dharma light, he looked frightened, knowing that the Jindan monk who was hooked up would definitely be able to hear it, and hurriedly shouted:
"Senior, spare my life! Senior spare his life! Minghui studied under Jin Lian Maha, and the Lotus Sect is the Dharma Taoist system, and I only ask for the life of the monk, and I will not set foot on the lake in the future!"
The Golden Hall shook and slowly stabilized, and Minghui Void bowed for a long time before daring to get up and fly out for a while.
Minghui tried on the newly grown arm, looked into the golden hall magic weapon, and saw a dazzling colorful light rising and falling, the broken arm had turned into a puddle of white water, the golden hall was propped up to make a crunching sound, and the handsome men and dancers who were housed in it shouted and screamed, like ants on a hot pot.
"It's a pity!"
These people were collected by Minghui from all over the world, spanning the entire north of all kinds of postures, and also spent a lot of thought, seeing that they were about to be burned to death by the colorful light, Minghui cursed in a low voice and spoke:
"Give up your skins and come to my temple! Now that the cultivation of Maha is close at hand, when I cultivate into a paradise, you will still be happy!"
So he lifted the golden hall above his head, opened his mouth wide, revealing his white teeth and pink tongue and lips, his saliva was as shiny as dewdrops, faintly revealing a hint of fragrance.
He turned it upside down, and suddenly rolled down a piece of people the size of a fingernail, one after another into his mouth, Minghui's white and flawless teeth bited up and down, and for a while the broken limbs and broken flesh flew around, bright red traces flowed on his pink lips, but the waiters in the upper hall were ecstatic and jumped into his mouth one after another.
After dozens of breaths, Minghui licked her lips and said contentedly:
"Replenish your vitality first, and then go back and ask Maha, can you keep my golden temple."
Minghui looked in the direction of Li Jing Mountain fearfully, and didn't even dare to think about Li Qinghong, he walked at the critical moment of life and death, and his heart was already extremely frightened, so he only thought to himself:
"This Li family is probably the handiwork of a venerable person, I've never heard of it, let me go back and ask Master, let's go! Let's go!"
Only the foot of the Yuting Mountain was scarlet, from the threshold to the steps, full of all kinds of filth, several neighbors worked together to clean up the dirt all over the floor, and each went home.
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Yutingshan has been under the rule of the An family for a long time, and it has only returned to the Li family over the years, Li Min is used to living a hard life, and the demon cultivator Murong Xia has not caused much turmoil, and more than a hundred people have died.
Li Yuanjiao plunged headlong into the many affairs of Wutu Mountain, Li Yuanping took over the affairs of the family and gradually became busy, he held a red pen and gently ticked on the wooden slip in front of the eucalyptus.
The congenital illness made Li Yuanping look a little weak, his eyebrows were always furrowed, as if there were many heavy worries pressing on his heart, and it was difficult to let go.
"This year's harvest is better, and there will be less losses."
Li Yuanping muttered in his heart, looked at the middle-aged man serving beside him, and said softly:
"Uncle has been working in the clan courtyard for many years, and I am the first to run a house, so I ask my uncle to give me more guidance."
The old man on the side had sunken eye sockets, gray temples, and unsightly withered straw, but the clothes on his body were neatly packed.
The people at the northern foot of Dali Mountain are precocious, married and had children at the age of twelve or thirteen, and in the end they only lived to be forty or fifty years old.
Although the master sent people to comfort him, it also meant that his lineage completely drew out of the center of power.
Hearing Li Yuanping's question, Li Xie Wen didn't dare even and replied:
"The old man has been working in the clan courtyard for many years, so he has a clearer ear and eye, and he doesn't dare to give instructions."
Li Yuanping waved his hand, and then saw the old man introduce:
"Nowadays, there are only three non-main qi cultivators in the family, and there are only three people who have cultivated the Dharma: An Yuyan, who practiced qi at the seventh level, Chen Donghe, who practiced qi at the fourth level, and Tian Youdao, who practiced qi at the first level.
"The remaining two fetal breath peaks, three fetal breath fifth layers of Yujing Wheel, ten fetal breath fourth layers, and one hundred and fifteen fetal breath minor repairs, most of them are old guys who are not good tools."
Li Yuanping nodded slightly, and Li Xiewen continued:
"The clan courtyard has two of the five layers of fetal breath, three of the fourth layer of fetal breath, and countless mortal spies below the fourth layer.
Li Yuanping gave him a seat, let the servant serve the tea, and spoke:
"Please also ask your uncle to teach you."
Li Xie Wen thanked him, his expression was calm, and he said respectfully:
"The most powerful is Mrs. Dou of the Dou family, who is the peak cultivation of fetal breath, surrounded by many, like cooking oil on fire, although the Dou family does not have the name of the surname, it is already the reality of the surname, private spiritual field, making friends with the upper and lower levels, and making good prestige."
Li Yuanping moved the tea on the eucalyptus and stared at Li Xiewen silently, but Li Xiewen shook his head unconsciously, pointed to Dou Yi, who was shrinking his head and cowering as if he was about to get into the cracks in the ground, and continued:
"The Dou family has been placed next to the young master, which can be seen."
Li Yuanping exhaled, laughed, and replied:
"I already know about Dou's affairs."
Dou Yi, who was the next leader, had cultivation on his body, but he cowered in front of Mrs. Dou and Li Yuan, and was pointed at by an old mortal man, and anger suddenly rose in his heart, and he quietly raised his head, but saw Li Yuan staring straight at him, and hurriedly lowered his head.
Li Xiewen nodded silently, clasped his hands and said:
"The Chen family relies on Chen Donghe, has always been the head of the Wang surname, and is a respected guest for everyone, Mr. Chen is low-key and never public, but the Chen family has a child called Chen Mufeng, who is seventeen years old, and has a fourth layer of fetal breath, and is a disciple of Li Qiuyang.
"Okay."
Li Yuanping nodded with a smile, Li Xiewen's old face was full of wrinkles, and he said softly:
"As for the rest of the surnames, the Tian family is outgoing, the Liu family is depressed, the Xu family has thin descendants, and the Ren family is not harmonious.
Li Yuanping nodded suddenly, asked a few more questions about his family, shook Li Xiewen's hand, and said seriously:
"I am young and young, and I still hope my uncle will give me more guidance on family matters."
Li Xiewen naturally responded again and again, and after a while, he retreated, Li Yuanping sat down again, pinched the jade cup on the eucalyptus with his pale fingers, looked at Dou Yi at the next head, and said with a smile:
"Uncle Xie Wen has been running the family under his father for many years, but unfortunately his body is weak, otherwise I will have to entrust him with a big responsibility."
So he picked up the wooden slip and read it carefully, and then sent Li Xiewen away, and then saw a clan soldier reporting, and said respectfully:
"Young master, Madam is here."