"Master Qin Ye, you are wrong, the Sword of the Troubled Times is not your business alone, you can't bear this kind of responsibility. There is a secret ancestor blessing in the Shanting Temple, relying on a steady stream of mental power and merit to be able to barely suppress the evil qi of the sword of the troubled world, if it is given to you, it will be the greatest harm to you. The host looked at Qin Ye with a compassionate expression.

"Hmph, host this time you were wrong. Mizu emphasized that I would not go to hell, who would go to hell, why should I sacrifice myself in exchange for the happiness of the people of the world? Not to mention that I am the king of the Daxu Dynasty and the son of heaven in the current dynasty. In front of the Son of Heaven, the evil forces me to retreat, and the sword of the troubled times is helpless against me. Qin Ye raised his eyebrows and said with a serious face.

Qin Ye has always robbed other people's treasures since his debut, and this time he was robbed of the sword of the six-headed serpent in a high-sounding manner by the host in front of him, how could he bear it?

"I have mercy. The Qin Ye benefactor in front of him has already deeply cherished the evil thoughts of the sword of the troubled times, and if he is let go, I am afraid that it will cause chaos to the people in the world. I wielded a butcher's knife to cut off the evil in the world and save the people of the world. The host clasped his hands together at the Mizu in front of him, and kept atoning for his sins in his mouth.

"Qin Ye, let's go!"

The silver-haired Xuanzun's face changed greatly after hearing the host's words, and the remaining more than 600,000 Nine Trick Dragon Pills in his hand no longer wanted to donate, and he pulled Qin Ye and the three of them to walk out of the Shanting Temple.

"Donor, don't leave if you come!"

The presiding voice resounded throughout the Shanting Temple, and countless prohibitions appeared in an instant. The entire hall was enveloped by a steady stream of mental power.

"What do you mean by this? We have also given merit, and we don't want the sword of troubled times. Is it impossible to leave your Shanting Temple now?" said the silver-haired Xuanzun with anger on his face.

"This benefactor, the three of you can leave. However, the Qin Ye benefactor has already been caught in the silent recitation of the sword of the troubled times, and he needs to use the power and merits of the secret ancestor to resolve it, so that he can restore his true free body, so please forgive the old monk for not being able to agree to your request. The host shook his head and didn't give the silver-haired Xuanzun any face.

"Bald donkey, at first I looked down on you. Nian has always been a little thin with you on the face of your Shanting Temple that saved the people of the Western Regions. Now that what you have done has made me angry, I advise you to obediently let us go, otherwise I will make a big fuss about the Shanting Temple. The green tendons on the silver-haired Xuanzun's forehead instantly bulged, and his eyes widened.

It is worthy of being a silver-haired Xuanzun, and his temper is somewhat similar to mine. Qin Ye saw the silver-haired Xuanzun's demeanor and movements, and his face was full of admiration.

"Falling into the Demon Path, another donor fell into the Demon Path. Even if one person is ferryed, two people are ferryed, and the old monk should be compassionate today. After the host finished speaking, his dry hands suddenly turned into two golden balls, and countless thoughts shrouded the four of Qin Ye.

"Hmph, I'm not easy to mess with. ”

The silver-haired Xuanzun's own black hair stood up, and the aura of the Sword of the Troubled Times once again filled the main hall. Seeing this, the host suddenly withdrew his palm, and did not dare to rashly touch the atmosphere of the troubled world. Although his cultivation was slightly higher than that of the silver-haired Xuanzun, he did not reach the strength of the Xuansheng. In addition, he has been casting spells on Qin Ye for thirty days, and now he is also very weak.

"Fall for me. ”

The silver-haired Xuanzun looked at the dodging presiding monk, and kicked towards his chest with a flying kick, and his feet were filled with strong wind power, and the silver-haired Xuanzun had wind attributes, and his speed was much faster than that of Xuanzun of the same level.

The presiding monk hurriedly tied one hand to his chest and made a gesture. A huge phantom statue was firmly protecting his body in it, and he was not severely injured by the silver-haired Xuanzun.

"Forget the fire!"

Qin Ye used the Forgetful Fire to burn the telekinesis above the gate, and a pitch-black loophole appeared in the center of the Yuanyuan's telekinetic power. Even if it is a gurgling mind, you have to bow your head in the face of the fire of forgetfulness.

"Senior, let's go!"

Qin Ye said to the silver-haired Xuanzun, this is the host's territory, and there is no good fruit to eat for Qin Ye and the others on the other party's territory.

"Bald donkey, you don't really want this sword of troubled times, in that case, I will fulfill you!"

The silver-haired Xuanzun curled his long hair when he was leaving, and the sword of the troubled times was also taken away by him. Relying on the hurried body, the host of the Shanting Temple was also helpless against the silver-haired Xuanzun.

"Qin Ye, let's go this way!"

The silver-haired Xuanzun led Qin Ye and the three of them towards the bottom of the Mountain Pavilion Temple, and Qin Ye came in lying down when he came. I don't know anything about all the directions of Shanting Temple, but with the constant reminders of the silver-haired Xuanzun, I didn't take one more detour.

"Who would have thought that Shanting Temple would be so sinister, pretending to have no desires and no desires outside, saving the common people, but behind the scenes, they were robbing the treasure of the Qin Sect Master, and even our lives were not spared after the matter was revealed. Zi Chuan Xing said angrily.

"Brother Chuanxing, it's not the time to complain, how to leave Shanting Temple is the king. Qin Ye said with a straight face. It is not easy to get out of the Mountain Pavilion Temple, this is a place where both the old man and the dark dragon are terrifying.

"Eight Dharma Protectors, you will stop the four donors!"

The presiding voice of the Shanting Temple was like a bell, and he commanded. At this moment, he knelt in front of the statue with a reverent face, the dim statue continued to descend with brilliant light, and the host was bathed in yellow light, and his cultivation was constantly recovering.

"Yes!"

Eight bald monks with golden luster on their foreheads and large sticks in their hands spoke in unison. After the words fell, they fell in front of Qin Ye and the others. Everyone's cultivation is a half-step Xuanzun, and the big stick in his hand is also a superb treasure.

"Hmph, this kind of small array wants to trap the deity? really because I have been in the Passing Demon River for decades?" The silver-haired Xuanzun snorted heavily, and then the qi in his hand erupted, and a red-white air flow appeared on him, and the authentic wind and fire attributes were constantly operated by him.

"Wind and fire!"

The silver-haired Xuanzun roared, and the martial art of the fusion of the two natures of wind and fire brightened Qin Ye's eyes for the first time. Countless winds and fires fused together, setting off a fiery wave. At the moment of casting the Wind and Fire Cloud Stray Bullet, the silver-haired Xuanzun lifted the bodies of Qin Ye and the three of them from the ground, lest they be accidentally injured.

"The two natures of wind and fire are actually fused together, which is much more powerful than using martial arts separately, and at the same time, it saves a lot of qi. I didn't expect that martial arts could be used like this, and today opened my eyes for the first time. Qin Ye looked at the silver-haired Xuanzun and said with a shocking expression.

The silver-haired Xuanzun's Wind Fire Cloud Stray Bullet was much more powerful than the combination of the two attributes of wood and fire that Qin Ye used the Phantom Clone Technique to cast. This is an innate martial art that is fused in the sea of qi, and Qin Ye's wood attribute and fire attribute are the fusion of the acquired one, not on the same level.

After Qin Ye finished speaking, he pondered unconsciously, waiting for a familiar voice to appear. But this time it didn't take a long time. In the past, when he encountered novel tricks or places that Qin Ye had not seen, Elder Shu would replenish them at any time to help Qin Ye broaden his horizons.

But today, the old man suffered from the host's conspiracy, and the bead that had been cultivating for ten thousand years was also ignited by its old man, and the injury was several times more serious than that of the Dark Dragon Venerable, even if it woke up again, it would not have the previous supernatural powers.

"Eight Sticks of Mental Power!"

The eyes of the eight monks were full of horror in the face of the silver-haired Xuanzun's wind and fire, and a strong light lit up on the big sticks in their hands at the same time. Eight golden sticks were connected together, and a layer of powerful golden enchantments appeared in all directions, east, west, north and south, and the silver-haired Xuanzun's powerful fire wind martial arts set off one impact after another on the golden telekinesis, just like a river crashing into a.

"Entanglement!"

Qin Ye also displayed his wood attribute martial arts and integrated them into the power of wind and fire. Although Qin Ye's Wan Teng Entanglement was more than one degree inferior to the power of wind and fire of the silver-haired Xuanzun, it could also be of some help as an attribute. Within a few dozen zhang below, there is a sea of fire in a small space. If it weren't for the golden enchantment, if this sea of fire flooded, it would be enough to destroy most of the Mountain Pavilion Temple.

"The big array of Shanting Temple is really a bit powerful, it seems that it is still a little difficult for us to get out. The silver-haired Xuanzun, who stayed in the air, said a word.

The current situation is not optimistic. The trick of fusing the power of wind and fire did not have any changes in the formation of the eight monks, and it seemed that it would be a little difficult to escape from the Shanting Temple.

"Senior, don't worry, watch me use the jade seal to smash open a crack, let the infinite power of wind and fire spread quickly, and rely on this trick to burn down the Mountain Pavilion Temple. ”

Qin Ye knew that this was not the time to procrastinate, and with every additional breath, their hope of escaping would be a little slimmer. The jade seal was also taken out by him at any cost, and then smashed it towards a monk who was in formation.

"Bang!"

The jade seal full of yellow luck smashed together with the enchantment of golden telekinesis, and Qin Ye, who was almost the same color, couldn't open his eyes at all. However, he still felt the power of the jade seal, and the enchantment in front of him was smashed into a crack by him. With the appearance of the crack, the power of wind and fire that had nowhere to be released finally found an outlet, first overflowing, and then openly erupting.

Thousands of miles of embankment, collapsed in the anthill. This sentence is not alarmist, the power of water and fire is the most ruthless, as the barrier was broken, the Shanting Temple also fell into the biggest disaster in hundreds of years, many novices and monks were swallowed by the silver-haired Xuanzun's tricks, and they didn't even have time to resist.

"I have secret compassion, I have secret compassion!"

At this time, the presiding monk finally walked out of the original hall, and waved a hand towards the endless power of wind and fire, and the power of wind and fire as vast as the ocean was actually consumed by him at this time, and the galloping scene disappeared, leaving only a faint firelight.

"The strength of this old monk has increased several times, we are not opponents, leave quickly. After the silver-haired Xuanzun saw this scene, his eyes were full of horror. Dozens of breaths ago, the old monk in the hall was far less powerful than now, and at that time, the silver-haired Xuanzun thought that he still had the upper hand.

"Where are you going!"

The host rose into the air, and instead of chasing, he sat down cross-legged. There was a hint of helplessness on his kind face, as if he was feeling sad for the four of Qin Ye. As he crossed his knees, a phantus appeared in front of him, and a huge statue swirled in front of him, the same as the statue enshrined in the main hall, and the previous palm was also used with the power of the statue.

"Not good!"

Qin Ye and the others looked back and saw that the host was holding on to oneness. A palm suddenly hit the four of them, and the overwhelming palm was about dozens of miles in size, and many buildings and statues in the Shanting Temple were destroyed under this palm. No matter how fast the four of Qin Ye were, they were also shrouded in it.

"Poof!"

The silver-haired Xuanzun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body also fell to the foot of the Mountain Pavilion Temple. This palm almost knocked him out of the Mountain Pavilion Temple. Xuanzun's peak cultivation fell to the ground, and it was difficult to stand up.

"I have mercy!"

The host removed the phantom on his body and slowly walked down from the Shanting Temple. Looking at the collapsed buildings around him and the injured monks of the Mountain Pavilion Temple, his eyes were filled with intense sadness. All this was not done by the silver-haired Xuanzun, and most of the destruction was still done by him.