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The night is as cool as water, and only in such a night can you see the city hidden under the sea.

The stars scattered in the sky are reflected on the calm sea, as if the entire starry sky can be contained by this ocean.

Just in the South China Sea on a certain island, is located a dilapidated ancient palace, the ancient hall is also a lonely hall, there are only dense dwarf trees on the front and back, these deep jungles make the ancient hall add a lot of mystery and transcendence of the world, but also completely isolate it from the world, unable to participate in the world's love, hatred, joy, anger and sorrow.

There are only a few dim oil lamps still burning in the ancient hall, and under the monotonous statue of Garan, under the two bronze lotus ancient lamps, a delicate-looking Garan monk is dressed in gray and sits cross-legged. His hands seemed very free, neither beating the wooden fish nor turning the rosary.

The flames on the lotus lamp shook suddenly, and the black boulder door rumbled and was pushed open.

A tattered Taoist walked in, unceremoniously occupied a corner of the ancient hall, took out a piece of multigrain baked cake and a small piece of jerky from his bosom and chewed it.

The sound of eating and drinking did not seem to affect the silence of this ancient hall in the slightest, as if it had merged with the night.

"Senior brother! Seven years and eight months, you're back! The young monk who was originally in the hall finally spoke.

The tattered Taoist shook the crumbs on his body, gathered them all in the palm of his hand, and swallowed them in one gulp, before replying, "I don't want to come back either, but someone is inquiring about Leiyin Temple." ”

"Oh!" The young monk replied lightly, and did not say anything more for a while.

The tattered Taoist took a sip of the turbid wine in the bamboo tube, let out a satisfied burp, and patted his belly.

"There is no Leiyin Temple in this world." The tattered Taoist squinted at the young monk and said.

The young monk was still sitting like that, and he didn't turn his head to look at the tattered Taoist: "It's true, the Leiyin Temple is all fake, the talent is real, and there is no one, how can you come to the temple?" ”

The tattered Taoist rolled his eyes and sneered, "You don't need to play meditation with me, it's pointless." When the Silent Ancestor and Senior Brother Zhu Chu were there, they would not have done such a stupid thing. ”

The young monk was not annoyed, but just changed the topic: "Since someone came to the Leiyin Temple, it means that someone wants the alien demon clan to come to the world, or someone wants to follow the vine and touch the melon......"

"Those who come back are all dead people, and those who don't come back are all aliens, what's the point?" The tattered Taoist smiled coldly.

"No matter what, this is their roots, and they don't agree with the concept of the teacher back then, so they left one by one, and now they are back, just going home." The young monk replied lightly.

"If you really think so, that's fine." The tattered Daoist still sneered, but his eyes flickered, as if he was recalling something.

"What's the point of saying this, Qibao, you have been preparing for so many years, is there any effect? Those guys are already on the move, and they can't be more difficult to deal with. The tattered Taoist pulled a strange branch from his bosom and threw it to the young monk.

The young monk took the strange branch and baked it on the lamp in front of him.

The branches burst in the firelight, then transformed into strange images and figures.

After looking at the images and figures, the young monk fell silent and finally turned around.

"The preparation is complete, everything will have a result......"

The tattered Taoist sighed: "No matter what the result is, I only hope that the alder garden will always be clean and clean." ”

"Yes!" The young monk folded his hands and nodded.

"When will the Sword Buddha Lord come?" The young monk asked suddenly.

"He's not coming! You know better than anyone else that His Word is always different from ours. However, I heard that the Garan swordsmanship he created has already been cultivated, and it is truly the supreme swordsmanship that is in the same vein as Garan. The tattered Taoist said.

"If the Sword Buddha Lord is here, everything will be different." The young monk sighed.

"It's no different, the reason why he appeared back then was the calculation of the Silent Ancestor and Senior Brother Zhu, and now he is afraid that he has begun to comprehend the way of the emperor and is ready to take over the mandate of heaven! In his eyes, the inheritance of our Garan lineage is far less important than the rise and fall of the entire human race," the Broken Daoist sneered.

The young monk still sighed, his face bitter.

……

Jin Yuanshu's gaze fell on Yan Lun, who was heading to the Valley of Evil Come.

"Excuse me, but Senior Brother Yanlun?" Jin Yuanshu suddenly asked in a loud voice.

Yan Lun had a proud smile on his face, and there was a slight doubt in his eyes, as if he was very surprised that Jin Yuanshu appeared here.

"It's Yanlun."

"I have heard for a long time that Senior Brother Yanlun's spells are outstanding, and it is rare to encounter them today, so Jin Yuanshu wants to ask Senior Brother for a few tricks, and I hope Senior Brother Yanlun will give him advice." Jin Yuanshu said.

Yan Lun frowned, but he didn't expect Jin Yuanshu's intention to be like this.

"You're going to challenge me?" Yan Lun fell from the clouds, staring at Jin Yuanshu, and as soon as the strong and domineering momentum was released, it pressed over like a mountain.

"What the little brother said, there has never been a word that doesn't count!" Jin Yuanshu's face did not change, his face was smiling, but in the face of strong pressure, it was like a breeze blowing on his face.

A sneer rose at the corner of Yan Lun's mouth, and there was obvious contempt on his strange countenance.

"In that case, I will fulfill you, and I only hope that you will not be shattered in the face of my spells, and you will never be able to recover. Although your identity is a little unremarkable, you have made a lot of contributions to the Yuzhou war, and I personally still admire you! ”

The true identity of Jin Yuanshu is known to the masters of the twelve first-class sects, but Jin Yuanshu has never been evil, even if his master Yu Xingzi is a traitor to the human race, most of the monks are not willing to directly have hostility with Jin Yuanshu.

Yan Lun walked down from the clouds in the heights, but the emptiness of the volley was like stepping on a luxurious ladder, his posture was not slow, every step was condensing the momentum, when he stood in front of Jin Yuanshu, the momentum had climbed to the peak, and the dull air was almost subservient.

In the darkness of the two of them, a pair of cold eyes stared at Yan Lun tightly, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"Please!"

"Please!"

Coming to the door at this time, Yan Lun knew that Jin Yuanshu was only afraid that he had other plans, and the two had not intersected in the first place, so too much politeness at the moment seemed hypocritical.

It just so happens that neither of them is the kind of person who is particularly hypocritical, at least Yan Lun is not, although it is suspected that Jin Yuanshu is related to the previous movements of Yunlu Immortal City, but there is no definite evidence, and Yan Lun is not willing to directly detain the crime on a strong person who cannot be judged by good or bad for the time being.

So in the next moment, Yanlun unceremoniously took the lead.

He didn't summon his usual magic weapon, with his identity, unless he wanted to directly separate life and death from Jin Yuanshu, otherwise the first three moves would not be able to use magic weapons.

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