The clouds and mist are spreading rapidly, and the scenery in front of Wu Yan gradually becomes clear, only to see a huge stone pillar towering into the clouds, connecting into a stone pillar mountain range, and Shaolin Temple is located on the highest stone pillar, which is tens of millions of zhang high, standing there, as if you can raise your hand to pick up the stars.

Wu Qi stepped on the auspicious clouds, shuttled between the stone pillars, and secretly glanced down, and felt a dizziness, the endless abyss, exuding terrifying coercion, like a big mouth to swallow the sky. Wu Qi didn't dare to slack off, grabbed the relics tightly in his hands, and flew into the distance.

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"Eighteen bronze men, listen to the order, stop the fugitive Wu Yan, if there is any obstruction, kill!"

When the last word fell, this mountain range with stone pillars suddenly rose eighteen pillars of light, shooting out from the eighteen abysses, forming a cage, just trapping the flying warriors in it.

"It's time to come!" Wu Qi smiled, his hand was in his ear and gently plucked, a touch of golden light was pinched on his fingertips, and he slowly took it out, and then Wu Qi waved it violently at the sky, with an explosion, the void trembled three times, and the heavy force directly shattered several stone pillars close to him, and the sky was full of rubble, and the smoke and dust were flying, covering Wu Qi's figure, but he couldn't hide the burning flames in his eyes.

In the eighteen pillars of light, there was a heartbeat. Boom! Boom! Boom! Like a morning bell, full of vitality; Like a war drum, surging with war intent. Eighteen golden people stepped out of the pillar of light, their bodies as if they were poured with gilt, and each muscle line implied the truth of heaven and earth, so perfect that they could not find the slightest flaw.

Wu Wei waved the Ugin stick in his hand, dispersed the smoke and dust, revealing his figure, he was still like that, clear bald head, iron tower-like figure, only those eyes were blooming with unprecedented light at the moment, that was a kind of confident calm, with a trace of natural disdain, looking at the eighteen people, as if looking at ants, at this moment, what was revealed from Wu Qi was the unruly spirit of a king.

"Lao Tzu fought the heavens and the earth, the gods and ghosts, and the immortals and demons, just because you want to stop me?" Wu Qi sneered, the big stick in his hand pointed diagonally forward, and the terrifying weight made the space distort.

The abbot stepped into the golden light, holding a dark gold treasure pestle in his hand, and the robe was windless and automatic, and it was surrounded by mysterious scriptures, "Then what if you count me?" He looked at Wu Qi's majestic back, and his old eyes burst out with fine light, like two sharp swords. Zhang Yue followed behind him, her face glazed.

Wu Qi turned his head and looked at it, and when he saw the treasure pestle, his face changed for the first time, "Demon Pestle!" Old bald donkey, you really have a lot of money! However, I want to go, and no one can stop me. ”

Wu Qi stepped on the void, carried a stick in one hand, and did not look at the abbot behind him, although he was the biggest threat here. This is his self-confidence, leaving his back to the enemy, and not worrying about being thwarted.

"When I didn't arrive?" The abbot roared angrily, raised the demon pestle, thousands of scriptures flew out, turning into a heavenly god and Buddha chanting, the golden light was like a surging river colliding and impacting, splashing golden splashes, every drop had the power of ten thousand jun, and in the booming loud sound, the space was smashed.

Wu Qi also moved, his movements were much simpler, he raised a stick and hit, there was no gorgeous light, but it was directly rude. The golden light cage lasted less than half a second, and then it was shattered. In the blink of an eye, auspicious clouds rose from under Wu Qi's feet, supporting him and flying into the distance, leaving only a piece of nothingness.

The eighteen bronze men snorted at the same time, their chests collapsed, and there was a deep stick mark, and the corners of their mouths were bloodshot. The abbot's demon-slaying pestle fell, but the ten thousand rivers of light fell into the void, smashing the void into a big crack, which was powerful but had no effect.

The River of Light was not taken back because of this, but continued to wreak havoc, and in the flickering golden light, most of the Stone Pillar Mountain Range disappeared, leaving only the devastation of the eyes. The eighteen bronze men looked at the crazy abbot in horror, huddled together, and luckily saved his life with a little bit of qi and blood.

The abbot let out, his eyes red, not fire, but the smell of blood. It is really ridiculous for a disciple of Buddhism to have such a heavy murderous intention.

But the abbot didn't realize this at all, and did not hide his killing intent at all, with a monstrous aura, he went straight to the sky and chased in the direction where Wu Qi was far away. Zhang Yue was carried by him in his hand, as if he was holding a tool. The strong wind blew Zhang Yue's face a little distorted, and he felt that he was being subjected to Ling Chi, and every wisp of wind was cutting his body like a blade. The abbot's degree is too fast.

Wu Qi fled far away, while stuffing peaches into his mouth, his face was a little ugly, don't look at him just now so majestic, one stick broke through the siege of the eighteen bronze people, but he himself also used that stick with his life, all his energy and energy were almost exhausted at that moment, if it weren't for the help of auspicious clouds, he might not be able to fly, now while he has time, he naturally has to cherish this minute and second, how much can he recover.

He didn't think that he had completely escaped, and the pursuit of the Shaolin Temple would not be so simple.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Wu Qi to see that the night sky was illuminated, and a touch of gold spread from behind, which was the power of the demon pestle. Wu Qi's degree gradually slowed down, and the coercion behind him was squeezing the space, and his body was frozen in the void, unable to move anymore, including the auspicious clouds under his feet.

The abbot walked up to Wu Qi step by step and sneered, "Are you still running?" ”

Wu Qi smiled: "Run! Of course you have to run! As he spoke, his body gradually rose to a height of more than three meters, and the black gold stick in his hand shook slightly, and there was a crackling sound, which was the sound of space collapsing. As soon as his body was light, Wu Qi couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar, and the black gold stick in his hand swept away, and wherever he passed, space debris danced wildly, plowing out a deep spatial ravine.

The abbot did not retreat, and also fought back in the most brutal way, and the demon pestle swept and collided with the Ugin stick. With a bang, the light flickered, like a round of the sun bursting.

In the next moment, this night sky was completely illuminated, two meteorites collided wildly in the air, each impact would condense a shock wave, for a while, in the night sky, one ball of light lit up and shattered, exploding one after another fireworks, in the splendor, revealing the breath of doom.

The abbot holds the demon pestle, behind him the gods and Buddhas chant scriptures, forming countless visions, the Bodhi branch is shaking, the sun rises and falls, he alone represents the Buddha world, which is leading a Buddha world in the battle. But his enemy, Wu Qi, was stunned with only a black gold stick and shook him for hundreds of rounds, each stick shadow is so concise and clear, there is no mysterious trajectory, straight forward, but strong enough, a stick down, the gods and Buddhas cry, Bodhi is broken, and the great sun will be destroyed.

Wu Qi's image at the moment is just like the legendary Monkey King who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, the kind of high-spirited fighting spirit of fighting heaven and earth, fighting gods and demons, and fighting immortals and ghosts always makes people's blood boil, but this image has not been maintained for long.

"Bastard! How long are you going to watch the show? Lao Tzu can't hold on! Wu Yan swiped his stick up, swept away a ray of light arrow shot down by the great sun, and with this impact, he turned around, and a Bodhi branch swept by, grazing his thick waist, and his eyes burned with golden flames, burning all the scriptures that had seeped into his mind. He was already tired, and he exploded briefly, almost draining his qi and blood, and if he continued to fight, he would definitely not be able to hold it on, so he did not hesitate at all, and decisively began to ask for help.

But, who will save him?

The abbot sensed Wu Qi's decline, and hurriedly took advantage of the situation to force people, and the offensive became more and more fierce, "I want to see who can save you!" ”

A jet-black light, black to the extreme, exuding the power of extreme yin, contaminated with the breath of hell, rushed out without warning, leaving only a momentary shadow in the golden light. It was at this moment that many were decided.

The night was restored, a crescent moon hung high, and a faint silver light fell on the abbot's body, bringing a chill, and the starlight sometimes twinkled and sometimes annihilated, echoing the light points on the abbot's robe, and everything seemed so peaceful. This is the night sky that people are familiar with.

The transition of movement and stillness, only for a short moment, made people a little unable to react, such as the Wu Yan who was still holding the black gold stick, he was stunned at the moment, "This ...... What was born? ”

Zhang Yue slowly closed his eyes, the black was covered by his eyelids again, and only his soul power was still echoing in the night sky, "Let's go, I can only let him die for about fifteen minutes, we don't have much time." ”

"Dead? For how long? Wu Qi obviously couldn't understand this strange statement, and his face was full of surprise.

Zhang Yue sighed: "Talk while walking, okay?" ”

Only then did Wu Qi come back to his senses, summon Xiangyun, pull Zhang Yue and gallop away into the distance. A full quarter of an hour, enough for him to go far away, and at this moment, he felt the feeling of freedom.

"Tell me what you just did. At that time, I felt an extremely evil aura, just like the underworld, and for a moment, I even thought I was going to die. Wu Qi grabbed Zhang Yue and asked.

Zhang Yue said: "It's just a soul attack, which temporarily cuts off the connection between the soul and the body, and makes life enter a state of suspended animation, and it will recover after time." With the strength of the abbot, if he is at his peak, I estimate that he can only be blocked for five minutes, but this time I am a sneak attack, he is defenseless, and it should be possible to seal him for fifteen minutes. ”

Wu Qi exclaimed: "Awesome, buddy! Hidden deeply, then we don't have to be in such a hurry, fifteen minutes, it's enough for me to fly to outer space, and I'm finally free! ”

Before she was happy for too long, Zhang Yue poured a basin of cold water on her head, "This is just my guess, and I'm not sure about the abbot's physical state at that time, after all, he is too powerful." ”

"Well, it looks like there was a little bit of an accident." Zhang Yue looked back suddenly, her black and white pupils opened, trembling slightly, "Plus, go all out, that old guy is alive!" ”

Wu Qi's smile froze, and he scolded: "I'm Cao! Not for a minute, but for fifteen minutes? ”

"My bad, though, I suggest that you come back to me after we escape!"