In the Qing Dynasty, a middle-aged Taoist with black hair and black beard stood with a flag. Facing Fu Chen and Shangguan Xianchen, after bowing to him, he said bluntly: "Poor Dao is polite, two Taoist friends, please." ”

This time, it was Fu Chen who stepped forward and took a step, and at the same time, a prayer wheel appeared in his hand.

This is the treasure of the Molun Temple, Fu Chen snatched it from Xiao Yu's hands, it is rumored that there are 108,000 words of scriptures in this prayer wheel, 99,810,000 words of mantras, and every time it rotates for a week, there will be immeasurable merits.

I didn't see Fu Chen's movements, the prayer wheel had begun to slowly rotate on its own, and there was light and self-generation between the rotations.

The Buddha worshiped by the Molun Temple is one of the three bodies of the Buddha, and its power shines brightly, and the light of wisdom and Buddha nature shines in the three worlds and ten directions, illuminating all tangible, intangible, colorless, and colorless things, all living beings, and all dharmas are clear.

Therefore, in an instant, the sky in the Shangqing Dynasty was already bright and bright, there was a phantom of the goddess appeared, singing scriptures, there was a garan birth, reciting the mantra, there was an invisible Buddha's saying, the earth swelled with golden lotus, and the sky was falling.

Fu Chen smiled, unhurriedly turned the prayer wheel, the voice of the scriptures became more and more vigorous, and in the end, it turned from virtual to real, one by one golden inscriptions appeared in the void, with the rotation of the prayer wheel, countless characters spiraled and rose according to a fixed array, like a long cylindrical passage.

The middle-aged Taoist with black hair and black beard frowned slightly, and then gently shook the long banner in his hand.

In a piece of Buddha light shines, there is a clear qi to generate itself, and then a cyan lotus flower slowly blooms on the sole of the Taoist's feet, no matter how the Buddha's light purifies the four directions and eight poles, but it is inviolable Lotus half a point. The middle-aged Taoist stood on top of the lotus, and the long banner in his hand swept away, clearing the qi and dissolving the evil, sweeping out in all directions, scattering thousands of inscriptions.

The prayer wheel in Fu Chen's hand trembled slightly, and seemed to fall into the downwind under this blow, but then the prayer wheel seemed to be greatly stimulated, leaving Fu Chen's grasp and leisurely grasping, the rotation speed suddenly became faster, and the almost substantive scripture mantra gushed out like the water that broke the embankment, except for the foothold of the cyan lotus and Shangguan Xianchen, the entire sixth layer was completely filled with golden inscriptions within a few breaths.

At the same time, there were all kinds of wonderful sounds, such as the sound of great wisdom, the sound of prajna, the roar of the teacher, the sound of the truth, the sound of great compassion, and the sound of swaying, and the original majestic cyan lotus flower became crumbling in an instant.

The middle-aged Taoist threw the long flag in his hand suddenly, and the long flag stood on the void, showing itself without wind.

A circle of cyan ripples spread, and then turned into layers of cyan sword qi, instantly breaking through the layers of sound barriers and inscriptions, and approaching in front of Fu Chen.

Fu Chen stretched out his hands and pressed them weakly, blocking the endless sword qi with both hands.

The layers of sword qi slammed into Fu Chen's palm, like a big river crashing into the cliff, and the sword qi at the head was shattered like a river, but the sword qi behind it was still endless.

Fu Chen's hands were bruised, and his clothes were flying, as if wrestling with a dragon.

The sword qi seemed to be endless, still slowly advancing with a steadily rising momentum.

Fu Chen's hands were first dripping with blood, and then the flesh and blood were blurred.

The hydrated Dao robe on his body was even more cracked.

Fu Chen's arms suddenly parted outward, and the white lotus flowers around him bloomed like layers of blooms, and the white lotus law body was fully expanded, as if his hands were dividing the river, and the surging sword qi was divided into two streams, rushing past him.

The middle-aged Taoist was expressionless, and his two fingers were compared to sword fingers, drawing a circle.

The circle is divided into black and white.

Then the sword qi that was divided into two by Fu Chen began to change formations.

All the sword qi condensed into a huge half-moon, dispelling all the golden inscriptions that had been ubiquitous.

The middle-aged Daoist pointed at Fu Chen, and the half-moon sword qi moved with it.

The prayer wheel fell back into Fu Chen's hands, and the golden Buddha light and the white Buddha light reflected each other.

Layer after layer of Buddha light formed a barrier in front of Fu Chen.

The sword qi was devastating and decaying, and the layers of Buddha light barriers were shattered.

Fu Chen suddenly shouted: "Collect!"

Behind the middle-aged Taoist, a long scroll suddenly appeared, and there were images of ten people on the scroll.

The long scroll suddenly closed, bringing the middle-aged Taoist into it.

At the same time, the cyan lotus flower completely shattered, and the long banner that had originally stood in the void fell to the ground, and the invincible sword qi disappeared even more.

Fu Chen didn't have any joy on his face, took back the Heavenly Machine List, and nodded slightly towards Shangguan Xianchen.

Shangguan Xianchen, who had lost his sword, thought for a moment and nodded as well.

Now that the four Brahmas have been suppressed by Shangguan Xianchen, Zhang Zai has broken Yuqingtian, Fu Chen has broken Shangqingtian, and only the last Taiqingtian is left, as long as this last layer of Taiqingtian is broken, even if the tower is broken.

Shangguan Xianchen said: "Zhang Zai suppressed Yuqingtian, you suppressed Shangqingtian, and I will break Taiqingtian again, so that the method of one gasification and three cleans of Zichen can be broken." ”

With that, Shangguan Xianchen walked forward alone and walked up to the seventh layer.

The seventh floor was empty, and there was nothing except the statue of Dao Ancestor standing in the center.

There is also a statue of Dao Ancestor in the Sword Sect, but it is not the same as the statue of Dao Ancestor of Dao Sect, the statue of Dao Ancestor is holding a dust, while the statue of Dao Ancestor of Sword Sect is holding a sword.

Now in front of Shangguan Xianchen, this statue of Dao Ancestor is holding a handful of gold-handled and silver-filigree Fu Chen.

Shangguan Xianchen stared at the Dao Ancestor statue for a long time, then smiled, and then he bowed to the Dao Ancestor statue three times.

What's even more amazing is that this statue of Dao Ancestor actually came to life, and Dao Ancestor's face gradually blurred, turning into an old Taoist with white beard.

Shangguan Xianchen, who was empty-handed, stood with his hands in his hands and laughed: "Pretend to be a god and make a ghost." ”

Compared with the two Daoists in front of him, the old Taoist had more fireworks aura, he waved his hand to whisk the dust, and said softly: "As for the immortal realm, he is already a heavenly person, how can he pretend to be a god and play a ghost?"

Shangguan Xianchen did not speak.

The old Taoist continued: "The Dao Ancestor is divided into three Qings, and the Three Qings are headed by Taiqing, and in the final analysis, the Sword Sect is only inheriting the way of the Shangqing. Now that you don't have a three-foot Qingfeng, and you haven't set foot in the realm of immortal immortals, how can you win the poor path?"

Shangguan Xianchen closed his eyes, holding the sword to stand alone in the world, and the picture of his life was like a horse watching flowers.

This Great Sword Immortal was defeated twice at the hands of the Daoist Sect Leader Zhenren, and his state of mind was damaged, and the mystery of it could not be understood by outsiders, only the two people concerned understood it in their hearts, so the elderly Daoist who turned into Zichen would have this statement.

Shangguan Xianchen stretched out his hand, and wisps of vitality converged in his palm, the vitality was like a thread, constantly intertwined, first vaguely outlining its shape, and then there was vitality constantly filling it, and finally a cyan long sword composed entirely of vitality appeared in Shangguan Xianchen's palm.

Shangguan Xianchen held the hilt of the sword, shook out a sword flower like a beginner swordsman, and carried the sword with his backhand.

The old Taoist smiled: "When the six generations of patriarchs traveled to the Western countries, in his later years he wrote a travelogue "Records of Experiences in the Extreme West", which recorded a myth and legend of the Western countries, there is an exotic god, known as the sun god, blessed with the power of the gods, since the birth of the gods, in the words of those Westerners, is to master the most powerful power between heaven and earth, he is known as the king of the gods, except for the god of the underworld, all the exotic gods are subject to him. So he started a war against the god of the underworld. ”

Shangguan Xianchen said expressionlessly: "What Brother Dao means is that Shangguan Xianchen is the god of the underworld who is not self-sufficient?"

The old Taoist waved his hand and continued: "There are seven layers of the underworld, and the foreign god of the underworld is hiding in the deepest seventh layer, the sun god carried seven treasures to attack the underworld, and each layer of the underworld left a treasure as a suppression, when he came to the last layer, only the last treasure was left on his body, and the result was that he was defeated by the god of the underworld who had mastered two treasures and occupied the geographical advantage, and fell in the underworld. ”

Shangguan Xianchen was silent for a moment, then chuckled, "It's kind of interesting." ”

The old Daoist also smiled: "So the poor Dao has set up this Linglong Pagoda, and is waiting for you Shangguan Xianchen to come and receive death on the seventh floor of the Linglong Pagoda." ”

Shangguan Xianchen raised the green sword in his hand in front of him, and said calmly: "Brother Zichen wants to damage my Dao heart? I'm afraid it's too much, where does Shangguan Xianchen still have a Dao heart to speak of!?"

When the words fell, Shangguan Xianchen's white hair seemed to have lost its invisible confinement, fluttering wantonly, and the whole person seemed to be a heavenly immortal and an extraterritorial demon.

The posture of the immortal is confused with the posture of the heavenly demon.

Shangguan Xianchen looked at the old Taoist, and there was no clarity in his eyes.

The Great Sword Immortal Shangguan Xianchen is already crazy.