Prisoner Sovereign?" Hearing the explanation, Ling Yu narrowed his eyes and chewed on these four words carefully. If we look at it literally, imprisonment is imprisonment, and Tu is a kind of bitter herb, and the meaning of Prison Tu is nothing more than that of an ascetic in the world. Since ancient times, there have been countless supreme beings in China, but no one has ever taken the name of prisoner, because this word is very unlucky in the eyes of people. And this person, as one of the twelve monarchs of the flood wilderness, is called a prisoner, which shows that this person is by no means an ordinary person. In an instant, Ling Yu thought a lot, the giant scorpions had already caused disaster to the world long before the endless years, and at that time they had already become captive demon beasts. In other words, the Imprisoned Monarch had been hostile to Huaxia for a long time, so he instructed the three giant scorpions to infest Huaxia. So, did the Prisoner do this on behalf of himself, or on behalf of the Twelve Sovereigns of the Flood? If the Twelve Sovereigns of the Flood all acquiesced to the Prisoner's actions, then the matter would be tricky.

"Who are you?" Hearing the Prisoner Monarch slander the Immortal Juekong, Shi Chen's eyes were split, he clenched his steel teeth and asked the Prisoner Monarch coldly. When it comes to cultivation, there is a world of difference between Shi Chen and the prisoner, but now that the body of the master is not cold, the other party will add up the evil words, making Shi Chen unbearable. Even though he knew that he was by no means an opponent of the Imprisoned Sovereign, he still had a cold look in his eyes and did not back down. Shi Chen glared angrily at the imprisoned monarch and glanced at Shi Yin, motioning for the other party to leave the place with Juekong's bones. Things have developed to this point, it is no longer a simple suppression of the giant scorpion, but the catastrophe of Xiaolin Temple. Previously, the three giant scorpions spread the matter of the boundary gate under the Xiaolin Temple to the cultivators of the world, and it was believed that this matter would soon spread throughout Kyushu. At that time, Kobayashi Temple will surely become the target of public criticism. Therefore, Shi Chen planned to let Shi Yin lead the monks of Xiaolin Temple to hide temporarily, while he had to fight the prisoners.

"I? Hmph, you are not qualified to know who I am! The three Shangguan brothers were injured by your Huaxia Guardian before, and the line has been broken, but fortunately, these three giant scorpions are my pawns left in Huaxia. Although they were refined by the old monk Juekong, they found the hiding place of the Heavenly Que Key, and they were considered dead. What I want to do now is to level Xiaolin Temple and find the key to Tianque. Huaxia has long since lost its former glory, what the ancestor of ten thousand stars, what super stars, in my eyes is just a barren land, what qualifications do you have to hide the key of the heavens!"

"Those who insult my master and Venerable, damn it, and those who insult me Huaxia should be punished!" Seeing the invincible appearance of the imprisoned monarch, Shi Chen no longer talked nonsense. He put his palms together and ran the exercises, and the great power of the Buddha surrounded Shi Chen's side. I saw him roar, raise his palms, soar into the void, and attack the Prisoner Sovereign.

"Huh?" Feeling the aura emanating from Shi Chen's body, a hint of playfulness flashed in the eyes of the imprisoned monarch, a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "It seems that I really underestimate you." I didn't expect you, a little novice at the peak of the Delusional Realm, to get the Shakya inheritance, which is a bit interesting!"

Although a trace of surprise appeared on the face of the imprisoned monarch after feeling the aura of Buddhism emanating from Shi Chen, it was only a little surprised. For him, Shi Chen is not even an ant in his eyes. He is a strong man who has dominated the sea of stars in the era of the flood and famine, and Shi Chen is just a descendant who has mastered the inheritance of Shakya in later generations. The other party shot at him, which is tantamount to a mayfly shaking a tree, and he does not measure his strength. The prisoner looked at the golden figure of the Buddha that gradually manifested behind Shi Chen, and casually stretched out his right hand, and threw it at Shi Chen lightly. The movements of the Imprisoned Monarch were very slow, and even the trajectory of the Dao marks was clear, as if it were a joke.

But such a seemingly understated offensive made Shi Chen's face pale, like a quagmire. The other party is too strong, and he is not at all in the same order of magnitude as him. If the other party is an adult man, then he is not even a child, but an existence comparable to a wandering dust, and he can't help the other party.

The Buddha shadow behind Shi Chen was about a thousand feet high, and a large golden swastika inscription was condensed from the palm of the Buddha shadow, rippling with earth-shattering power and slapping towards the imprisoned monarch. The Imprisoned Monarch was eight feet tall and incomparably small in front of the giant palm of the Buddha's shadow, but everyone could feel that the momentum and cultivation fluctuations of the two sides were the opposite of their size. And when the swastika script was forced in front of the imprisoned monarch, the prisoner monarch waved his right palm lightly, and the swastika script instantly collapsed. Then, the black wind in the palm of the imprisoned monarch moved forward, shattering the palm of the Buddha Shadow, and immediately after, the arm of the Buddha Shadow was also crushed into golden fragments, turning into a rain of light and pouring down. In the end, the black wind hit the golden Buddha shadow's body, twisting the golden Buddha shadow into powder. When the golden Buddha shadow shattered, Shi Chen received a strong backlash, and cracks appeared in his internal organs, and his body was like a flat boat in the angry sea, falling towards the earth.

"Senior brother!"

"Release the dust!"

"Little monk!"

Looking at Shi Chen's appearance in danger in the hands of the imprisoned monarch, everyone standing in front of the mountain gate of Xiaolin Temple shouted in horror. Although Shi Chen had not yet landed, bright red blood had already spurted out of his mouth, and his expression was sluggish, and blood stained the sky.

Shichen is dozens of feet away from the earth, and at this time, he fell into a coma because of the heavy blow, such a height, if he falls, he must break his bones and tendons. Therefore, seeing the figure of Shichen falling, Shi Yin, You Long, Simba and others jumped up at the same time, wanting to catch Shichen when he fell.

"Hmph, a group of reptiles who don't know the height of the sky!" Seeing that everyone wanted to save Shi Chen, the imprisoned monarch snorted coldly. With another wave of his right palm, the black wind swooped down from a high altitude, directly knocking down several people who jumped into the air at the same time. Shi Yin and the others were defeated by the prisoners, and they smashed to the ground one after another, spitting blood.

After stopping everyone, the prisoner reached out of his palm, and a huge palm about a thousand feet long conjured out, holding it in the palm of his hand before Shi Chen was about to smash into the ground. The prisoner swept Shichen back, his eyes were filled with cruel killing intent, and his palm gradually exerted force, waking up the severely injured and unconscious Shichen tortured.

The prisoner looked at Shi Chen in his palm, and said lightly: "Little Shami, do you think that you can hurt me just because you have mastered the Shakya inheritance? It's too naïve, if Shakya is really here, maybe I'm still a little jealous, but you? Hmph, vulnerable! You, go and accompany your master!"

After speaking, the prisoner slowly clenched his fists. The palms of his hands are the size of a zhang, and the shape of Shichen's body is like a plaything in his hands. Although Shi Chen was struggling hard, the gap between him and the prisoner was too great, how could he break free from the other party's confinement? In just an instant, Shi Chen was bleeding.

Looking at Shi Chen, who was about to be crushed to death by the Imprisoned Sovereign, Ling Yu's fingers tightly grasped the Realm Spirit Ring, ready to sacrifice the broken sword at any time and rush towards the Imprisoned Sovereign. Although Ling Yu didn't want to reveal his identity so soon, Shi Chen had a good relationship with him, and no matter what, he couldn't watch Shi Chen be killed.

"Hahaha, Prisoner Sovereign, what is there to say! You did something to my Western Desert cultivator when you first came to Huaxia, it was a bit excessive!" Just as Ling Yu was about to sacrifice the broken sword and save the dust, a loud laugh suddenly came from afar. The laughter pierced through the golden cracked stone, and the Buddha was strong.

Hearing that loud laughter, the Prisoner Monarch was slightly stunned, at his level, no amount of wind and grass could hide his perception. The moment the other party's laughter resounded in the heavens and the earth, the imprisoned monarch knew that the other party's cultivation was definitely not below him. The Buddha power contained in that laughter was endless, as if the mental power of all beings reverberated above the nine heavens, forcing the Prisoner Monarch to let go of his palm. When he let go of Shichen, the person who spoke smiled indifferently, and a golden lotus transformed from under his feet and flew towards Shichen. Before Shi Chen was about to fall to the earth, the golden lotus held Shi Chen's figure steadily.

Seeing this mythical method, a solemn look appeared on the face of the imprisoned monarch. He withdrew his palm and looked at the speaker. In the distant sky, there was a huge golden lotus floating, this golden lotus was very different from the golden lotus cast by Juekong, because this golden lotus actually had a hundred leaves. According to the Buddhist holy book "The Treatise on Great Wisdom", the Buddhist lotus is divided into ten leaves, one hundred leaves and one thousand leaves. Renhua, there are more than ten leaves, Tianhua, there are hundred leaves, Bodhisattva Hua, there are thousands of leaves. Of course, there have also been ten thousand leaves lotus in the cultivation world, which belongs to the lotus platform where the immortal Buddha sits. Now this monk has a Tianhua Baiye Lotus Platform under his seat, presumably this person must be a Buddhist saint. The old man was a monk, he was slightly chubby, seven feet tall, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and white eyebrows hanging from his sideburns, fluttering in the breeze. The aura of constant silence flickered behind his head, unusually powerful. He was holding a nine-dragon Zen staff, and at a glance he knew that it was a sacred relic of Buddhism.

When the old man appeared in the sky, Ling Yu recognized the other party at a glance. This old man is none other than Yan Bei, the guardian of the Western Desert. Previously, Yan Bei, Qi Rui, Mr. and others followed the guardian of the world to the mysterious place, but they didn't expect him to return to the Huaxia Continent. For these guardians, Ling Yu was still very confident. There are five realms in Huaxia, and among the six guardians, except for the guardian of the East China Sea, Mu Ning Ling Yu, who has not seen it, Ling Yu and several other guardians have had a relationship. Among the five guardians he was familiar with, Zhu Huang Xiu was the highest, followed by Mr., and the next was Yan Sorrow.

"Who are you?" Looking at the old monk smiling and groaning in the void, the Prisoner Monarch had a hunch that this person was by no means an idle person. At this time, the imprisoned monarch no longer had the same casualness and indifference as before, but instead had a dignified look on his face. He looked at the old monk from afar, his fists clenched in his sleeves, and asked in a cold voice.

"I am the guardian of the Western Desert, and I am sad. You can also call me an old monk, how to call me is just something outside the body, as long as I can make the prisoner monarch remember me, it doesn't matter what I call in your heart. Yan Bei looked at the vigilant look on the face of the Prisoner Sovereign, smiled indifferently, and said aloud to the Prisoner Sovereign.

"Yan Grief!" Hearing the old monk's words, the imprisoned monarch's heart sank. Although he has been silent in the sea of stars for endless years, he has still heard of the strong man in Huaxia. On the Chinese continent, the name of the guardian runs across the sea of stars. The Nine Dragons Zen staff of the guardian of the Western Desert is even more universal to all sentient beings, and the Dharma is transcendent.

"I have heard for a long time that the guardians of the Western Desert are famous in the sea of stars for their ability to reduce the misery of the world, and you have stopped me from stepping on the Xiaolin Temple this time, do you want to stand out for these little novices?" Although he is Yanbei's predecessor, he is still careful at the moment.

"Amitabha! My Huaxia Ancestral Star has stood in the sea of stars for endless years, and has never invaded other stars, nor has I ever thought of dominating this universe, but it is you who have repeatedly invaded my Huaxia rivers and mountains and hurt my Chinese souls. Although the old monk is pure-hearted and has few desires, he is also sad about the calamity suffered by the Chinese people. Since the imprisoned monarch already has evil thoughts, the old monk can't sit idly by. Although Yan Bei's words are plain, the ancient charm of Buddhism on his body is very violent, facing the imprisoned monarch. The imprisoned monarch is a strong man in the flood period, and Yanbei is only the guardian in the later generations, it stands to reason that Yanbei should call the imprisoned monarch a senior, but what the other party did was against the way of heaven, and he had the intention of a tiger and a wolf. Therefore, for Yan Bei, the other party is not qualified to let him be called a senior. Moreover, when they have cultivated to their level, most of them are judged by their peers. The imprisoned monarch is in trouble in the world, his heart can be punished, and Yan Yan naturally has no good face.

The black wind collided with the Buddha Gate Dao Yun in the void, and a huge force descended from the sky, directly knocking down everyone on the ground, and the exclamations rang out. Although the two had not really fought each other yet, their clash of minds was no longer something that the cultivators on the earth could look up to. The immortal venerable was angry, and the heavens and the earth wailed.

"Prisoner, how about a battle outside the sky?" After a brief encounter, the smile on Yan Bei's face gradually faded, and he stomped on the Nine Dragons Zen staff, enveloping it in swastika characters. The vicissitudes of life in Yan's sad eyes flowed, staring at the prisoner tightly, and said coldly. At this time, the momentum of grief is like a rainbow, and there is no more compassion.

"That's exactly what I mean!" Hearing Yan Bei's words, the Prisoner Monarch replied sharply. He clenched his fist in his right hand, and a huge fist shadow struck Yan Bei, and at the same time, he stepped out of the Huaxia Continent in one step.

When he left, Yan Bei swept towards the Wanxing powerhouse on the ground, and said coldly: "If you don't want to be transformed by the old monk, you can leave Xiaolin Temple." Otherwise, if when I return, you still covet the opportunity of Xiaolin Temple here, then the old monk doesn't care about the infamy of the demon monk on his back!"

Yan Bei's gaze was like lightning, and after leaving a threat, he shrunk into inches, transformed into a golden divine light, and shot into the sea of stars.