Maitreya Buddha was shocked when he heard this, and he was furious, and shouted to the Nanban wizard: "What, do you know that it has received thousands of years of incense to have today's spiritual energy, and it is where the spiritual root of our disciples is, and if it is cut off by your knife, my disciples will all cut off the spiritual root, and they will not be able to achieve positive results." ”

The Southern Barbarian Wizard didn't care about this, he wanted to take revenge on Maitreya and snorted coldly: "What does it have to do with me, I just know that it has a fate with me, so it should be held in my hands, don't talk nonsense, and show your skills." ”

At this time, Maitreya Buddha could no longer distinguish whether he was crying or laughing on his face, and he couldn't care about the identity of the Buddha, so he used the Buddha beads as a whip and hit the Nanban sorcerer.

The Nanban wizard is not a vegetarian, the staff in his hand blocks left and right, no matter how hard he uses, he can be stronger than him, no matter how fast he is, he just can't beat the Nanban wizard.

After fighting for half an hour, Xiao Maitreya was a little tired, and the speed of his attack slowed down.

Blocked his Buddha beads again: "You can't fight, I haven't started fighting yet, fat Buddha, look at my staff." Before the words fell, the staff reached the position of Maitreya Buddha's head.

He reacted quickly enough to dodge the fatal blow.

Before he could stand still, the staff fell down again.

Hurriedly retreating, one accidentally fell into the clouds, attracting a burst of ridicule.

The Nanban wizard didn't let him go like this, the staff stabbed towards the throat, seeing that he was fierce, he didn't dare to touch it hard, and hurriedly rolled to the side to avoid the attack, and a carp stood up;

The Southern Barbarian sorcerer and his cultivation are only between the best, and the victory is to make Maitreya Buddha confused.

It slammed into his waist with a 'click' and the stick broke.

smashed a piece of his hand on the ground, and said to Maitreya Buddha: "Shameless novice, you dare to destroy my sacred tree." ”

There was no strength to fight back, so he forcibly supported himself, picked up the two sticks in his hands, and lamented: "You have followed me for a thousand years, how can I not calculate that you deserve this calamity." ”

"You novices talk about karma, that's it, three hundred years ago, your disciples cut down my sacred wood, causing more than half of my children to be killed and injured, today I took your Vajra Bodhi, cut off the spiritual root of your disciples, and the grievances have been settled, laughing Maitreya, if you don't accept it, I will wait for you in Nanban. ”

The Nanban wizard came to take revenge, and now that the revenge has been avenged, there is no need to continue to stay, so he turned around and left.

Several sergeants came up to put Maitreya Buddha in a prison car, and the Western White Tiger came out and shouted: "Who will compare with me?"

"White Tiger, don't be rampant, the deity is here to teach you your skills. "An immortal came out of the city, with white hair and a sword in each hand.

Recognizing that what he had in his hand was a male and female sword, the white tiger gently arched his hand: "The Western White Tiger has seen the Golden Immortal." ”

Accepting the sword, he hugged his fists and said, "White Tiger, you are not my opponent, let's let Qinglong come out." ”

"Guangchengzi Daxian, the green dragon armor is on his body, and it is not polite to fight with you, so I should ask you for advice. ”

"If that's the case, then please. ”

With the male and female swords in their hands, they stabbed at the white tiger, and the speed was shocking, and the white tiger was only left to parry.

Guang Chengzi is the head of the twelve golden immortals, with high mana, and is notoriously strong in the first strike, although the white tiger is beyond the five elements and three realms, he can fight against him, but he still lacks fire.

After more than 100 rounds of fighting, the White Tiger was defeated.

The male and female swords rested on his neck, and he instructed the heavenly soldiers in the city: "Bring the prisoner cart and lock this house." ”

The White Tiger was defeated and locked in the prisoner car, Guang Chengzi was calling for battle again, no one in the army was his opponent, and Qinglong could only go into battle in person.

Knowing that he would be defeated, he explained to Suzaku and Xuanwu and said: "If I am captured, you two will lead the troops back and ask the marshal for instructions." ”

Xuanwu stopped him: "No, you are a vanguard general, if you win, everyone will naturally be happy, if you are defeated, this battle will not be easy to fight." ”

Qinglong didn't know this truth, if Mu's hadn't arrived yet, the success or failure of the battle was all up to him, but Guangchengzi stood there with a big grin, if he didn't go to the battle, then this battle would not be able to fight.

When he was in a dilemma, an immortal family came out of nowhere, stood above the clouds, and shouted to Guangchengzi: "Guangchengzi, don't be rampant, can you recognize this treasure in my hand?"

Guang Chengzi looked up, was so frightened that he staggered back a few steps and fell on his head, and hurriedly got up and sacrificed all the treasures he was carrying.

The immortals on the tower of the city saw it, and the twelve golden immortals came out together, and they all sacrificed their magic weapons, and asked the man: "Who are you and where did this thing come from?" ”

The immortal didn't answer, only waved the banner in his hand a few times, and the twelve golden immortals couldn't move.

After struggling a few times to no avail, Guang Chengzi opened his mouth and asked, "Where did the Great Immortal come from, and where did he get the Pangu Banner." ”

"Guangchengzi, you don't have to ask more, the deity has nothing to say to you. ”

Throwing out a bundle of immortal ropes to tie up the twelve golden immortals, before coming down from the clouds, the green dragon came to him and hugged his fists and said: "General, the twelve golden immortals are my uncles, please be merciful to your subordinates, don't take their lives." ”

This young man looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he doesn't know how old he is, and he is practicing there, but I heard him say that the twelve golden immortals are his junior uncles, so he should be an immortal of the Hongjun lineage, but why the immortals of the Hongjun lineage would give him a helper is really incomprehensible; what is even more strange is that his attitude towards Guangchengzi and others is not like the attitude of the younger generation towards the elders.

The twelve golden immortals were held in the prison car, and Yuding Zhenren looked at the young man several times, but he couldn't recognize where this immortal was sacred, and he couldn't remember when Hongjun had such a disciple; ”

The young man laughed when he heard it, laughed and cried, and replied: "I practice Hongjun spells, but I am not a disciple of Hongjun Yimai, four hundred years ago, you instigated the king of Wu to cut down, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun sat down and there was a disciple called the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, she was defeated and fled when she left a wonderful law Xuanjing, for me to find it, this is the cultivation of today's body, half a month ago Ruomu found me, gave me this ancient flag, and asked me to come to the demon pass to receive you Hongjun a line of immortals. ”

Pangu Banner is a magic weapon that is difficult for the Heavenly Dao Saints to be enemies, and it seems that today's Sect Immortal Family is going to suffer.

Yuding Zhenren thought in his heart, since this half-immortal body is cultivating Hongjun spells, there may be room for maneuver in this matter, as long as he can turn against each other, there is a Pangu flag hanging on the tower of the Demon Ring Pass, and these soldiers under Ruomu will not be able to quit the Demon Pass nearby.

"If you have cultivated the Hongjun Spell, you should be a famous person above the Nine Heavens, and the sanctification of the flesh is just around the corner, so don't waste a great opportunity in vain. ”

The young man glanced at him and sneered: "It is said that Yuding Zhenren is a think-tank lobbyist among the twelve golden immortals, and today he has finally seen it, but the current pattern, the gods of the nine heavens are too busy to take care of themselves, how can they say such big things?"

In the face of his cynicism, Yuding Zhenren didn't care, and continued his words: "You only see Ruomu's scenery for a while, but you can't see that after the Thirty-Three Heavenly Palaces, it is the Innate Five Dao people who are in charge, although they can't come to surrender to him now, they will always come back." ”

The young man listened, sighed, and told Yuding Zhenren: "But you miscalculated, I came here, one is not to rank in the immortal class, and the other is not to be famous for the immortal family, and I accepted you to teach the twelve golden immortals, so as to serve the Turtle Spirit Mother as a teacher and avenge her four hundred years ago." ”

Looking carefully at this half-immortal body, the body of a young man, is a good seedling, just a lost scripture can be cultivated to such a skill, it can be seen that its spiritual root is not low, but it has not yet gathered the three flowers to gather the top five qi dynasty yuan, but can use the Pangu banner so skillfully, it should be the result of this half month of hard training, can have such determination, it is also a rare talent.

Although he was locked in the prison car, he could still transport the micro-end spell, and he knew that he was successful, and he should have cancelled his death register, but he had not yet cultivated his golden body, so he could not enjoy the Zhengguo Dao.

All the nameless people in the book of life and death of the underworld are not good people, cultivating spells, golden bodies and fruits, or writing about demons only look at the years.

Yuding Zhenren is the brain of the twelve golden immortals, there is almost no past in the Three Realms that he doesn't know, he can see that this son has an extraordinary spiritual root, and he feels a deep pity in his heart, and he can't help but sigh, "It's the loss of my Hongjun immortal!"

When the people next to him heard this, they all looked at him and asked, "Why did you say that?"

"This son looks strange, he can cultivate an immortal body with only a lost book, and he has lost his dead book, so why worry about not being able to cultivate a positive fruit golden body, if he is a little instructed, he should be the best in my Hongjun four generations of immortals. ”

After getting ten thousand years, he never missed the matter of his words, and the other eleven immortal families couldn't help but feel sorry when they heard it; Guang Chengzi sighed and shouted to the immortal family on the city tower: "The immortal family of Hongjun doesn't have to make a move, Pangu Banner is here, and it is effortless to ambush us." ”

In the first battle, they all saw it clearly, what Guangchengzi said, they all heard it clearly, they were afraid of Pangu Banner's ability, and those great immortals who were usually high in the Sect did not dare to act rashly at this time.

Since they had already stopped fighting, the young man didn't want to stay in the land of right and wrong, so he turned to Qinglong and saluted: "The front of the battle is not where I should be, and I will come back if the immortal of Hongjun makes a move." "Turn around and go up to the clouds, and watch from afar.

The defeat of the Twelve Golden Immortals was not a small blow to Heavenly Court, and if they didn't take the initiative to attack, they would be defeated without a fight.

Guanyin Bodhisattva sat on the lotus platform and came to the Qinglong Array to challenge: "Qinglong, let this seat come to teach you the skills of the vanguard general of the Eastern God Lord." ”

Her skills are not above the Twelve Golden Immortals, and she is still a little sure of fighting Qinglong, not to mention that watching others fight for so long, her hands are already itching.

Just as he was about to ride his horse over, he heard a voice from the rear of the military formation: "Nanhai Guanyin, my Uncle Long is in armor, how can I compare with you in any level, what is the length of the competition, or let me come to meet you." ”