"It turned out that the elders of the Guiyuan Sect are here, Amitabha." In the distance, there is a Buddha who repairs clothes and hunts, and he comes from the clouds, and he looks very fairy. He looked no more than thirty or forty years old, but he had a sad look on his face.

"Master Laborer has come to greet you." Yu Yao and the others hurriedly bowed their hands.

"Where, compared to us, the elders are working harder." Buddha Xiu smiled and said, "I also invite the elders to come with the poor monks." ”

Xie Zhenghong followed closely behind Yu Yao and the others, and was a little surprised when he saw this Buddha cultivation.

If he remembered correctly, this Buddhist cultivator should have been one of the only few out-of-body elders in the Inzhen Temple back then, and he was still above Huizheng in terms of seniority. Xie Zhenghong followed Huizheng back then, but he had seen him. Not only is this elder profound in Buddhism, but he has also heard that he has already been sealed. But no one knows what the strength is. Back then, all the people in the know died, and Xie Zhenghong didn't have the heart to investigate. However, seeing that Yu Yao and the others respect him so much, I am afraid that there is a chance that the sealing will be true.

It's a pity.

Xie Zhenghong looked at such a high-spirited Elder of Inzhen Temple, and felt a little regretful.

In addition to this elder, there were many other elders of the Inzhen Temple who came to fight this time. But if there is an elder alive, the temple will not fall so quickly. It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world. At that time, due to the deterioration of the real temple, the proud disciples fell into the devil's way, and the head of the house, Huizheng, was too stubborn and old-fashioned. Wen Chunxiang entered the Yinzhen Temple and snatched the "Guanyin Catalogue", which became the last straw that crushed the camel. The elders of the Inzhen Temple were almost desperate, putting all their hopes on what would happen after defeating Wen Chunxiang.

In the end, only Hui Zheng, who was still breathing, went back to explain some things and passed away completely.

Xie Zhenghong silently recited the scriptures in his heart.

By the time Yu Yao and the others arrived, there were already dozens of people sitting in this small cave house. Guiyuan Sect, Xiuxian Pavilion, Luojian Sect, Ten Thousand Demon Valley, Yin Wei Sect, Pillow Red Sect, Yuanyang Sect, almost all the famous sects in the Daochun Middle World have sent elders over, and the lowest cultivation is also the stage of transformation of gods. Although Huayan Sect did not send people to come, there were also many Buddhist cultivators who were not accustomed to hearing about Chunxiang's personality and came to participate in their personal names. Hua Yanzong couldn't control these people, so he had to turn a blind eye.

At this point, almost half of the combat power in the Dao Chun Middle World has come.

As for those demon cultivation sects, some of them came to join in the fun, but some of them were assigned by a few demon cultivators in the upper realm. And in this way, the three factions of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon gathered together, all just to deal with the same person.

Such a scene, if seen by others, may become a legend.

"Wen Chunxiang's origin is still inconclusive, even if he is seriously injured now, it is still unknown how much he has recovered." A Buddha cultivator in the incarnation period kept turning the Buddha beads in his palm, and said with his eyes closed.

"At least now is the best time to make a move, if you miss the present, when he fully recovers, I'm afraid that the monks of our world together will not be his opponent." Another monk sighed and said, "If we just pull one out of the house, we can be regarded as a person with a head and a face, if it is not for the huge disparity in strength, why should we join forces to take advantage of his serious injury?" "If you succeed, you won't have a good reputation, and if you fail, I'm afraid it will bring you ruin.

"Wen Chunxiang is a demon cultivator who has been cultivating for many years, and he is proficient in miscellaneous studies, I am afraid that ordinary spells will not be able to deal with him." An elder sitting beside Yu Yao suddenly spoke up, "But the ancestor of our Guiyuan Sect has given us a treasure, as long as you drag him, you can completely trap him and prevent him from having a chance to come out and do evil again." ”

Xie Zhenghong was stunned for a moment, I'm afraid that the treasure that this person is talking about is a rope tied to immortals.

"Coincidentally, we all brought some treasures with us. Not to mention that Wen Chunxiang only has the cultivation of the early stage of the merger now, even if he is still a robbery monk, I am afraid he may not be able to bear it. It was a sword cultivator from the Falling Sword Sect who spoke, "In addition to our Falling Sword Sect, some other Daoists have also brought treasures over. In this way, Wen Chunxiang can't be taken down, and I'm afraid that it will be useless to have several times more people. ”

"Where is Wen Chunxiang now?" Yu Yao couldn't help but ask.

"He was waiting thousands of miles away by the lake for a spirit plant to bloom." An elder said in a deep voice, "That spirit plant is a 100,000-year-old stone milk smoke luo, and it has a miraculous effect on healing. If he waits, his strength will be restored, and it will be troublesome. We must take advantage of the fact that this smoke is not open to seal Wen Chunxiang! ”

"Why not extermination," Yu Yao couldn't help but ask. Compared with the troublesome and troublesome seal, completely eliminating Wen Chunxiang is a matter of once and for all.

"We can't kill him." A Buddhist cultivator sighed and shook his head, "On this point, you can ask a few of your Demon Dao friends present. ”

"Truly, truly, truly. Every time we demon cultivators want to cultivate and grow, in addition to absorbing aura, we also have to absorb a large amount of demonic energy. When it comes to a demon venerable like Wen Chunxiang, his demonic qi alone is enough to be worth all the demonic qi on the demonic cultivators of several of our sects. A strange man from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons showed a mouthful of white teeth, "If you kill him, once the demonic energy on his body is exposed, don't you forget what kind of cultivation he did before?" If he is in a hurry, I am afraid that most of the world will be destroyed by him. But this kind of thing is too long to say, and there are no such characters in a medium-sized world like ours, so you don't know. ”

Of course, the more important reason is because the power behind these monks is unwilling to see Wen Chunxiang die.

Completely eliminating Wen Chunxiang is just the next step.

"Then according to what you say, isn't it true that even demon cultivators can't kill them?" Yu Yao sneered.

"Ordinary demon cultivators, you naturally kill them casually, take me as an example, the demonic energy on my body will at most make a mountain not grow, and it is enough for you to find a Buddha cultivator to come over and spend a while. However, Wen Chunxiang himself is proficient in Buddhism, and the secrets he snatched are more than the Buddhist cultivators have ever seen, and the effect of Buddhist cultivation exercises on him is limited. There was no other way to deal with him than to seal him. The Demon Cultivator's face showed a hint of envy and yearning, "The Demon Cultivator who can cultivate to this level is really powerful." ”

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

"No matter what his strength is, we have come this far, can we still retreat? Wen Chunxiang may have already discovered our save, who is the fisherman is not certain! ”

Everyone began to discuss again, how to set up a game, how to counterattack, and even the characteristics of their magic weapons. In the face of such a powerful enemy, the previous hostilities became a joke.

Only at this time did Xie Zhenghong know that in order to deal with Wen Chunxiang, they had brought three true treasures and two half-immortal weapons, one was the bundle of immortal ropes that trapped Wen Chunxiang now, and the other was the eight treasure gourds brought from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Wen Chunxiang, who is heinous and murderous in their mouths, and the seniors they know seem to be two people.

Xie Zhenghong couldn't help but feel a little funny when he thought of this.

When he first met his senior, the senior seemed to be an unattainable image, and he couldn't even look straight into the eyes. But since when did the image of his predecessors become approachable to him?

It seems that "Eighteen Touches" began......

Thinking of this, Xie Zhenghong couldn't help but cover his forehead, why did he suddenly remember this? When the seniors had just sung to him and those messy pictures came, he had little way to deal with them.

I don't know when I started to get used to it.

By the time Yu Yao and the others had finished talking about the plan thoroughly, several days had passed.

This is Yu Yao's memory world, Xie Zhenghong can only follow Yu Yao's memory, and it is impossible to go anywhere else.

"Senior brother, the aura here is getting thinner and thinner, I'm afraid that the smoke is about to open." Yu Yao was a little worried.

Once those heavenly and earthly treasures mature, they will frantically absorb the surrounding aura, attracting a large number of monks and demon beasts to covet them.

"Well, let's speed things up." One of the monks at the head said.

As soon as the words fell, the group of monks sped up again, and in the blink of an eye, they reached the edge of the spiritual lake.

"I've been thinking before, this day of waiting for the spirit grass to open is too boring. I don't want to, someone will come over to relieve my boredom soon. Suddenly, a gorgeous, low voice came from the air.

Xie Zhenghong, Yu Yao and the others looked up together and saw the black-clothed monk suspended in the air.

He had a smile on his face, but his eyes contained a cold and bone-chilling killing intent.

Yu Yao and the others couldn't help but shudder.

Xie Zhenghong looked at Wen Chunxiang like this, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

The peerless Demon Venerable who smiled at many enemies like this and did not change his face should be the original appearance of his predecessors!

At the place where Xie Zhenghong's deity is.

"Reach out and touch my sister Xiaomao'er, and race over a wool pen......" Wen Chunxiang snorted, and reached out to tie Xie Zhenghong's hair into a bun. However, this kind of fine work is obviously not Wen Chunxiang's strength, not to mention that the hair is tied in a crooked bun, and there is a circle of miscellaneous hair on the side, how weird it is. Wen Chunxiang secretly sighed that the little monk was not there, and used his hand as a comb to re-finish Xie Zhenghong's hair.

Xie Zhenghong's hair passed through his fingers, soft and smooth, and Wen Chunxiang couldn't help but play with it for a while. Although his own hair is not bad, it is not as refreshing as playing with other people's hair.

Wen Chunxiang couldn't help but be interested, he stayed with Xie Zhenghong for more time than he imagined. Although the little monk usually put on an attitude of letting him do things, Wen Chunxiang was always not easy to start.

The little monk looks too righteous and abstinent and lustful.

But now it's different, no matter what song he sings now, what little monk won't know. Don't miss the opportunity and come again, there is no such shop in this village after that. Let's take advantage of the opportunity.

At this moment, Wen Chunxiang still didn't find anything wrong with his mentality.

"Reach out and touch my sister's palm, the palm is bent on both sides, reach out and touch my sister's □□, and the steamed buns are the same." Wen Chunxiang sang and sang, and his hand unconsciously touched Xie Zhenghong's chest......

Wait, it's a little wrong.

Wen Chunxiang's hand stopped so abruptly.

He has nothing to do with the little monk, what is he doing here.

And you can't teach pollen!