When the three words of the Tongtian Sect Master fell, his eyes narrowed, and before the Buddha who was kneeling in front of him reacted, he bombarded the Buddha who was more than 9,800 zhang tall with an earth-shattering, heavenly might-like momentum.

"Holy ......"

In an instant, the Buddha who was kneeling on the ground was staring widely, his face was full of shock, and he opened his mouth to say something more, but unfortunately, he only had time to say a word, and he was directly blown away by this earth-shattering terrifying momentum, and he couldn't stop rolling in the air and disappeared!

High in the sky, the ancient Buddha who had not dared to move since the projection of the Tongtian Sect Master appeared, after seeing the quasi-holy Buddha, who did not even have the strength to resist, was blasted away by the momentum emitted by the projection of the Tongtian Sect Master, his face suddenly showed an extremely shocked expression, and he subconsciously muttered: "This, how is this possible? Could it be that the Shangqing Saint is about to return?"

If the Tongtian Sect Master below was not a projection, but the true body of the saint, after seeing this scene, the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha would not be like this.

After all, if the true body of a saint appears, no matter what happens, it will be taken for granted.

But the problem is that the Tongtian Sect Master below is not the real body of the saint, but just a projection of the saint!

In his understanding, since it is a projection, it should not have any strength.

But what happened at this moment made him frown deeply.

At this moment, the Tongtian Sect Master's gaze looked at the immobile mosquito Dao man who was oppressed by the breath of the saint,

At that moment, I saw the corners of his mouth lightly, and sneered: "Innate gods and demons......?"

With a sneer, he gently waved his sleeves and shook out a strange wind, blowing the mosquito Dao man who couldn't move towards the big pit where Li Qing was.

This strange wind is very weird, the mosquito people are still flying upside down, and the seven spirits have been annihilated in the wind, leaving only three souls, and the body like an empty shell fell into the big pit by the wind, and gently fell on Li Qing's chest.

After doing all this, the Tongtian Sect Master's gaze slowly looked at the old mother of Lishan who was kneeling on the ground.

I saw that her eyes were red, and she seemed to be extremely sad, and then under the gaze of the Tongtian Sect Master, she said softly: "Disciple...... Meet the Master!"

The translucent Tongtian Sect Master nodded slowly, then shook his head with a complicated expression and sighed lightly, and stepped into the painting.

But the next moment he walked into the painting, a pair of eyes looked at the sky shrouded in black air, and then the corners of his mouth raised slightly and slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, I saw that the Tongtian Sect Master drawn on the scroll had become much blurred, as if the image drawn in ink had been splashed with water.

Immediately, as if it had lost the strength of support, it fluttered down like a fallen leaf, and was held by Lishan's old mother's hands.

Looking at the blurred portrait on the scroll, the old mother of Lishan rolled up the scroll with a complicated expression, carefully placed it in her arms, and then stood up with a light sigh.

In fact, the portraits and scrolls are all ordinary, but there is a trace of consciousness attached to them......

This is also the last hole card left by the Tongtian Sect Master to intercept the sect!

It's just that after today, this hole card can only be used again, and the Tongtian Sect Master drawn on the scroll will be scattered with the wind.

High in the air, after the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha saw that the figure of the Tongtian Sect Master drawn on the scroll had become much more illusory, the expression on his face suddenly changed unpredictably, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.

"Amitabha, it turns out that the saint of the Shangqing Dynasty was born by the will in the painting!"

After he muttered these words, he couldn't help but look back in the direction of Lingshan. Shaking his head and secretly said: "According to the old monk's view, the time when the saint in the painting can survive must not be long, if the Buddha leaves the moment the saint's will appears, how can he end up like this?"

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly again.

Then he looked at the old mother of Lishan, who was walking towards the pit where Li Qing was walking with a cane, and her face showed a little struggle.

Now that Lishan's mother has not recovered from her serious injuries, the relationship between Zhen Yuanzi and Li Qing's master and apprentice has been severed, and Li Qing and Zhen Yuanzi are both seriously injured and in a coma, if he makes a move at this moment, he will definitely be able to destroy Li Qing in one fell swoop!

After all, Li Qing's ability to almost ignore the Dharma really made him jealous!

At this moment, Li Qing was only a mere Nine Heavens Xuan Immortal, so he could ignore the will of the Buddha that had been circulated on the golden bowl, and easily pick it up and use it to attack others.

If Li Qing was going further, wouldn't he become the great enemy of Lingshan?

But when this thought came to mind, the moment the Tongtian Sect Master entered the painting, he was terrified.

He was hidden in the void at the moment, because he was too far away from the ground, even the old mother of Lishan couldn't detect his breath.

But the glance of the Tongtian Sect Master directly saw through the void and fell on him.

Thinking of the Tongtian Sect Master's pair of bland eyes that seemed to be able to see through one, the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha finally suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and sighed lightly with a complicated expression: "The saint's thought is considerable, ancient and modern, maybe the old monk has the idea of making a move on the corpse demon king at this moment, the saint has already calculated!

As soon as the words fell, he thought about the direction of the Nai He Bridge from the void without the knowledge of Lishan's mother.

At the same time, the old mother of Lishan had also rescued Li Qing from the pit, and left the underworld with Sanxiao and the Holy Mother of Jinling, who were also unconscious, and returned to Lishan.

It wasn't until the third day of Lishan's mother's departure that Zhen Yuanzi woke up quietly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he looked at his cuffs with an anxious expression.

When he saw the intact porcelain vase, Zhen Yuanzi's expression relaxed, and then he lifted himself and flew up.

At that moment, I saw that there was originally a sea of 90,000 miles of blood below, but now it has become the bottom of a deep valley, and it has become potholes.

Suddenly, Zhen Yuanzi's face turned iron-blue.

After gritting his teeth, he said, "Evil obstacle!" and flew towards the big pit where the Red Cloud Ancestor was.

In the pit, the body of the Styx Ancestor lay quietly at the bottom of the pit, his face sometimes blackened, sometimes red.

Zhen Yuanzi forcibly endured the anger in his heart, and said secretly with a look of joy in his eyes: "My friend Hongyun, you really deserve the name of Fuxian!"

He originally thought that using the Red Cloud Ancestor to burn the remnant soul to fight against the sleeping Styx Ancestor would not last long and would pass away with the wind, but he didn't want that until this moment, the remnant soul of the Red Cloud Ancestor had not disappeared.

"God helps!"

At that moment, he whispered a word, and fell into the valley floor, landing on the side of the Styx Ancestor. Then he opened the porcelain vase in his hand and sprinkled the three-light divine water in it on the body of the Styx Ancestor.

The divine water was turquoise, and the moment it dripped onto the body of the Styx Ancestor, it seeped into it.

Suddenly, I saw that in the black and red on the face of the Styx Ancestor, the red became stronger, and the black was suppressed on the left side of his cheek, like a birthmark.

Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi nodded slowly, stroked his beard and sighed: "From this situation, the Sanguang God Fruit is really the holy water for repairing the soul, but it's just ...... At the same time that the red cloud has benefited, the river Styx has also gained some divine water!"

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