There are many temples in Nanzhou, but many old monks in Nanzhou temples believe that these temples originated in Zhongzhou and arose in Nanzhou.

Because the three thousand temples and temples in Nanzhou have such a saying, one flower is a world, and there are thousands of countries in the sand.

And this kind of situation only happened in the mountains and mountains of Zhongzhou.

The road from Liangyi Mountain to the Daxuan Dynasty is actually a well, the bottomless kind.

The words of the Heavenly Sect monk who had left the heavens before were still echoing in his ears.

I blamed myself for taking a little more free descaling brew for myself, good guy, and this time I emptied my originally bulging wallet.

After all, it's rare to see a big boss like the one who gave him Xuanjing and took over the trouble by the way!

If you knew this, you should have poured more descaling brew.

Ten spirit stones, which are also 10,000 purple crystals, are only exchanged for the qualification to stay in the secular Great Xuan Dynasty for a full month.

When the time comes, the wooden sign will send the monk carrying the wooden card back to the top of Liangyi Mountain.

Each wooden tile corresponds to the corresponding monk, and cannot be activated by others.

It doesn't matter if the wooden card is lost, and when the time comes, it will also bring back the monk who took over the wooden card, of course, provided that the monk is still alive.

However, if the wooden card is lost like this, the cold-faced monk from the Heavenly Sect also reminded that if the wooden card is lost, after returning to the mountain, he needs to pay a compensation for Xuanjing, as for how much Xuanjing is, is it expensive?

The Heavenly Sect monk didn't say anything, and Wu Chen naturally didn't ask much.

This situation is quite good, once he dies in the secular realm under the mountain, the wooden plaque will also return as scheduled, but the monk who hung the wooden plaque will remain in the secular dynasty under the mountain forever.

Moreover, when you enter the Yamashita Dynasty, your cultivation will be automatically banned, and as for what magic weapons and mysterious weapons you carry with you, they have become a bunch of broken copper and iron of ordinary things.

Wu Chen, who could really feel that he was falling rapidly, suddenly felt that his eyes were tingling and almost couldn't open them.

The white light shines brightly, reflecting the eyes.

In front of the realm of Beizhou, the land of vain.

It took a long time for the bald monk with a big belly to open his eyes.

The mind is still full of this overwhelming sword.

Everywhere and unstoppable.

The belly-bellied monk hurriedly touched himself.

After touching the head and touching the body.

Later, the bald monk with a big belly exhaled deeply.

It's good that I'm not dead, but it's okay.

It was still dark and invisible in the vain, and after resting for a moment or two, the bald monk with a belly realized that there was an inexplicable stinging pain in the sea of consciousness.

There was still a little emptiness in the soul.

Suddenly came back to his senses, and his heart hung in the air.

His own life-saving weapon at the bottom of the box is gone.

Not destroyed, not taken away, but gone, unnoticed.

Then, the bald monk with a big belly remembered his sword cultivation companion again, and hurriedly spread out his divine sense to find it.

When the Divine Consciousness had just reached a few meters in front of him, he shuddered again, because where the Divine Consciousness touched, a ravine of unknown depth appeared.

As soon as his divine consciousness touched it, he fell into it, and at the edge of the ravine, the chubby monk with a big belly could clearly feel the wisps of wandering sword qi.

The sword aura that makes people tremble and feel fearful.

And this is all what he really feels as a Xuan Emperor of the Three Realms and Two Heavens.

I was proud of the top of the mountain, but I never thought that the top of the mountain was even more mountaintop.

The bald monk with a large belly, who had extremely sensitive ears, suddenly noticed a strange noise.

And then, there was no then.

Because the belly monk used his life's ability to flee the way he came, even so, he thought he was too slow, and he was afraid that he was too slow.

As for the thin and not tall sword cultivator who came with him, the bald monk with a big belly didn't rush to think about it.

When the catastrophe came, the Taoist couples all fled separately, not to mention the two people like him and the other party, who were only joined together because of their interests.

Suddenly there were several loud laughs in the vanity.

Sui Jiu coughed lightly in particular kindness, reminding Li Baliang, who was a little proud.

Li Baliang was going to make fun of himself, an old fellow who had known each other for hundreds of years, but suddenly sensed something in his consciousness, and closed his lips in an instant.

The two of them bent down and arched their hands in a very tacit understanding, and said to the void in front of them: "Senior." ”

A thin middle-aged man dressed in linen, carrying a slender wood-colored sword.

Walking slowly in the vanity, the middle-aged man with the sword did not walk, but cut the soles of his feet with every step.

A soft hum fell into the ears of the two.

There was a monk named Kenyi in Beizhou, and he had a sword, and this sword was very long and sharp.

The last time he used his sword, he was still a Triple Heavenly Xuan Emperor in Zhongzhou, and in the end, he only knew that the invincible Triple Heavenly Xuan Emperor died.

Then there was a rule in Beizhou that was only known to the remaining four states, and Emperor Xuan of the Three Realms in other states was not allowed to set foot in the realm of Beizhou.

The tone is very loud and crazy.

It's just that the "last time" was hundreds of years ago, and I'm afraid that many of the emerging upper three realms in its state have been forgotten.

I just don't know if this Double Heaven Emperor Xuan doesn't know if he can evoke the memories of some mountaintop monks.

Li Baliang raised his head, looked at Sui Jiu, and asked suspiciously, "Triple Heaven?"

Sui Jiu shook his head.

Li Baliang sighed lightly and said, "Is it difficult?"

Sui Jiu still shook his head.

It's not that it's not, it's that I don't know.

Immediately, Li Baliang's hearty laughter resounded in the vanity again.

Whether it is or not, but that's enough.

Sihaidu port, black miasma.

Lu Neng, who was a doppelganger of the divine soul, frowned and looked at the two stone statues, always feeling a sense of familiarity.

The three thousand temples in Nanzhou are not empty words.

Naturally, the statues of the gods enshrined in the temples are also varied.

Lu Neng, a native of Nanzhou, has seen countless Buddha statues.

There are not many Buddha statues that may have left an imprint on his mind, so this sense of familiarity does not come out of nowhere.

Bu Xiaoan still walked slowly towards Jiang Huan, stepping on Shen Miasma with every step, but he was not affected by it at all.

Suddenly, a wave of awe-inspiring sword aura rose, mixed with purple Xuan power.

Jiang Huan's face turned gloomy, as if he was facing a great enemy.

In the miasma, rain suddenly fell, purple raindrops, little by little, accompanied by a sharp whistle like breaking the air.

Jiang Huan didn't feel the slightest rain.

The raindrops are all sword wisps, and they are all sword energy.

Bu Xiao'an walked more and more slowly, but the rain of sword qi was like a rapid rainstorm.

The sword qi rained down on the two stone statues.

In an instant, the two stone statues collapsed as if shattered, shattering into one piece.