Dragon energy.

It's not Reiki, it's more akin to Shinto Willpower.

All the people of the world agree with the Dajing Dynasty, and the invisible power of incense faith is condensed into dragon energy.

Emperor Dajing is a mortal, don't say that the Buddhist masters present can also be killed by the strong men of the martial arts in the rivers and lakes.

After the murder of the king, all the people are willing to fight back.

Unless there is a magic weapon to suppress luck, the death must be extremely miserable, and there is no chance to break the reincarnation.

When the dynasty was extremely strong, not only the emperor condensed the dragon qi, but also the civil and military officials also had luck to protect the body.

The crown prince Li Zhu should have the aura of a hidden dragon, but unfortunately the Dajing Dynasty is crumbling, and only the emperor is left who can condense the dragon qi.

Zhou Yi privately flipped his palm and urged the magic weapon to suppress the corpse compass.

The silver corpse, which had been silent outside, suddenly opened its eyes and bypassed the guards and walked towards the main banquet hall.

The strength of the silver corpse is comparable to that of the innate grandmaster, and if he wants to hide invisibly, only a few people in the East Palace can find it.

"You want to act, but this seat won't let you get your wish!"

Zhou Yixiao drank while smiling, and looked at the back-and-forth of the Buddhist and Taoist masters, which was no different from ordinary splashing.

The battle of morality has already involved the principles of Taoism and Buddhism, and in the past, every immortal wind and Dao bone was no longer pretended.

Zhou Yi is not interested in this, he believes that it is the fist that really determines the way and reason.

Prince Li Zhu has always paid attention to Taiyin Ancestor, and it is rumored that after this person turned into a zombie body, he was moody and tyrannical, and the violent death of the head of the Heavenly Corpse Sect was related to it.

For this reason, a gift was also prepared for the Taiyin Ancestor in advance, and the real Arhats of the century-old ginseng or something could not look down on, and the spirit stone was rare in the world, so it could enter the eyes of your true cultivators.

Collected a few Yin attribute spirit stones with all his might, which was enough for the Taiyin Ancestor to suppress his anger and keep the foundation of the East Palace.

If Zhou Yi knew that there were still gifts for his madness, he would definitely regret watching the show.

……

The silver corpse walked around the back of the main hall and entered the banquet hall, where he saw two people behind the screen.

A middle-aged man in a dragon robe, and a white face on the right hand side without a chamberlain.

"No wonder Dajing has not been cut off, there is still an innate grandmaster, but there is not much longevity."

In an instant, the chamberlain was in front of the emperor, and a thin sword appeared in his hand, and the extremely powerful sword intent locked onto the silver corpse.

The silver corpse divine thoughts fluctuated: "Poor Dao Chixiaozi, the deputy sect master of the Kunlun faction, there is also a special number of Guobei Sword Saint on the rivers and lakes." ”

After the divine thought is completed, the sound can be transmitted into the brain, but it is limited by the distance.

"Sixty years ago, Guo Bei Sword Saint?"

Emperor Li Yu's eyes lit up, he knew Zhou Yi very well, or the royal family had a special record of his travels.

Sixty years ago, the previous emperor had thought of winning over Zhou Yi and suppressing the world after the old prince's longevity was exhausted.

It's a pity that Zhou Yi retreated not long after, and then rumors of his untimely death, so he retracted his thoughts.

"It's the poor road."

Zhou Yi controlled the silver corpse and said: "Today, I saw the prince Liangcai Meiyu, and he had a fate with my Tao, so I couldn't help but come to see the emperor." Poor Dao is willing to accept the prince as a disciple and teach the Immortal Dao Dafa. ”

Li Yu didn't dare to hold it up in front of Zhou Yi, got up and said: "Why does the Sword Saint have to be like this, I am anxious about you today, it is to choose a teacher for the prince." ”

"The poor way is different from those who came before them, and what they ask for is nothing more than to preach morality. Dajing has a Pudu Cihang, and there are already three points of Buddhism, and there is a real master ......"

The silver corpse's eyes flashed with purple light: "Maybe in a few decades, the throne of the human emperor still needs to be canonized by the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism!" ”

"Bold!"

The waiter's face changed: "Your Majesty, don't listen to this demonic nonsense!" ”

Li Yu's face was ugly, but he didn't refute: "Chu Daban, Chixiao Zhenren is right, now the ministers of the DPRK and the Central Committee have at least fifty percent of them turned to Pudu Cihang." There is another Daomen master, and I can still sit firmly in this seat. ”

"Your Majesty, the demon monk dares to harm Your Majesty, our family is desperate, and we want the demon monk to have a bad time!"

"Chu Daban don't want to be like this, you and I are one monarch and minister, you and I are indispensable in this Dajing country!"

"Your Majesty treats me like this, Chu Xiuyan can not die!"

"When I was the crown prince, I told my companion that you and I are no longer kings and ministers, but brothers!"

"Your Majesty......"

"Otomo ......"

"Ahem......"

Zhou Yi didn't like to praise each other, so he didn't want to interrupt, but the two seemed to have a tendency to continue.

"Poor Dao has no intention of power, and he does not need dragon qi to prolong his life. As long as the emperor agrees, he can supply the materials for cultivation in the future. ”

Li Yu's face was happy: "What the Taoist chief said is true?" ”

"Poor Dao is willing to swear with the heart of the Dao, in the future, only the imperial court needs to collect the spirit stones of the exercises, and nothing else will be taken!"

"Dao Chang is a true immortal! I wish you to be gifted and intelligent, and you should be destined. ”

Li Yu suddenly frowned: "However, there are many masters of Buddhism and Taoism outside, you ...... look"

Zhou Yi smiled dumbly, His Majesty the Emperor really wanted to take advantage again, and he didn't want to come forward to offend the Buddhist forces.

Regret your life in a big event, and it is difficult to accept the destiny of heaven if you do it like this!

Now that Zhou Yi needs the support of the imperial court, he doesn't care about it, and he will have a time to find it back in the future.

"Poor Dao will discuss with a few fellow Daoists, and I don't think they will refuse."

As he spoke, the silver corpse jumped violently and smashed directly from behind the screen to the banquet in front, and the place where it landed was where the non-bitter Arhat was.

At the same time, Zhou Yi raised his head and drank a jar of wine, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"What's the use of quarrelling, it still depends on real skills! The position of the Grand Master, this seat is decided! ”

Before the voice fell, Zhou Yi rose into the air.

A True Yuan long sword appeared in his hand and killed the Arhat in Jinguang Temple.

A three-inch black gold flying sword, like a streamer, is aimed at the Mingkong Arhat of Puzhao Temple.

"Thief Dao Dare!"

"Taiyin is not a son of man!"

"Master be careful!"

“……”

The people who shouted loudly were all juniors, and the three Arhats had already made a move.

Once the golden body of the Arhat is urged, it is full of golden light and brilliance, and it can bluff believers more than the real people of Taoism.

"Amitabha!"

Du'e Arhat clasped his hands together and grabbed the True Yuan Long Sword.

"Hmmm—"

According to the mantra of Buddhism, the phantom shadow of the golden Buddha shrouded the body, and the hardware flying sword could not break through.

"Roar—"

The silver corpse roared angrily, its body swelled to two feet, and the corpse claws grabbed the head of the non-bitter Arhat.

The Arhat's thin body is not bitter, it swells like a blow, and fights with the silver corpse with his bare hands.

The monks on the side had already hid far away, and the innate grandmasters fought each other, and the ones below couldn't bear a single move.

The four real people of Daomen, the white crane view of Xuanqingzi, the Tianxing view of Lanzi, the seven yuan Dao Taisu real person, and the Tianxin view of Taiyuan real person.

They looked at each other and sighed.

"Fellow Daoists, let's shoot together, and then teach Taiyin a lesson!"

Guan Lanzi was the first to strike, raising his hand and the four array flags fell to the ground, and the four phases subdued the demon array.

The ground sinks, the ice, the wind knife, the flames, all kill the three Arhats.

Xuan Qingzi is the best at thunder methods, pinching the magic tricks in his hands, and purple thunder falls in the formation.

I don't know if it was intentional, a thunderbolt fell on the silver corpse, leaving a scorched black.

Taisu Zhenren and Taiyuan Zhenren each envoy a flying sword, one green and one red, one wind and one fire.

The wind and fire swept through, making the Arhats of Puzhao and Du'er Arhats miserable, these two magic weapons have been inherited for a long time and are famous all over the world.

Zhou Yi freed his hand and killed the non-bitter Arhat with the silver corpse.

"Master, this seat is here to receive the magical powers of Buddhism!"

Silver Corpses!

Ugin Sword!

Ziyang Sword Qi!

Let's kill together!

When the Arhat's eyes opened, it turned out to be a black hole.

"If the poor monk guesses well, there is only one person who has proved his innate sword path in the past hundred years, Guo Bei Sword Saint!"