"Can you kill this phantom giant?"

Wu Chong's gaze fell on the fog that was still a little surging.

The monster he had just walked over was the biggest one he had seen since he came to this world. Let's not talk about the strength for the time being, just this head is enough for him to make a move. If this kind of monster can control one, it will definitely work in the future.

He's already figured out how to control it.

Beast!

These are all the basic abilities of immortal cultivators, Wu Chong thinks so.

"It's very difficult, it's hard to hurt him in the Yuan Shen Realm, if you really want to kill it, you have to at least go beyond the Yuan Shen Realm." Although I didn't understand why Wu Chong asked this, he still patiently explained.

"It's best not to anger it until you're absolutely sure."

Qiu Qijian said uneasily.

"It's going to die."

"Don't worry."

Wu Chong used his divine sense to record the aura of this kind of monster, and then he returned his gaze to this temple.

The temple, which used to be empty from the outside, is full of people after entering this world.

The strange thing is that these monks don't seem to see them, living in their own world, ignoring the arrival of Wu Chong and others.

"You go catch one and kill it."

Wu Chong commanded at a 'shadow'.

"Yes!"

Without saying a word, the shadow walked over with a knife......

Daozhou.

To the west of the state capital, there is a huge lake, which is the largest lake in Daozhou, called Guixiang Lake.

The lake is a blue water, like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky.

The lake ripples.

A figure stepped on the water, breaking the silence and stepping into the picture.

The man was in his forties, with mottled hair, a square scarf, and a roll of smoothed bamboo slips in his hand. looks like a poor sour talent, but such a person, like a ghost, stepped on the water and walked to the middle of the lake.

"Tsing Yi Xiushi? It seems that you Confucianism has made a lot of money this time. ”

The lake fluctuates.

A woman in a navy blue robe floated up from the bottom of the water, and when she saw the visitor, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"True Martial Sect Miaohua Zhenren, Ding Wusupreme's little junior sister."

Tsing Yi Xiushi looked at the person who came and nodded, which can be regarded as a recognition of the strength of the True Martial Sect.

"It's not that the lake is messing with us."

"You want to create gods, we also want to save the world, and there is no contradiction in the general direction." After Miaohua Zhenren surfaced, her slender jade feet stepped on the water, and the water stains on her body accompanied her emergence, falling back to the water surface under her feet little by little, bringing up a circle of ripples.

These two people are both primordial gods.

The body is not affected by gravity, and the feet on the water are really mysterious.

"What about Ding Wushang?"

Tsing Yi Xiushi asked.

The stakes are too high for him to be careless.

"King Canglan is hiding in Daozhou, protected by the four great monks of Daxue Temple, and my senior brother has rushed over."

The King of Canglan.

The prince of the Great Apocalypse Imperial Family, the key items needed to create the gods are in his hands.

The relationship in the capital is complicated, and secretly the people in Daming Temple and Confucianism are not so obedient on the surface, and the True Martial Arts Sect has even done something to assassinate the king. At this critical moment, as the prince of the Great Qi Imperial Family, King Canglan was not in Beijing, according to the news that should be transmitted back from the imperial family, King Canglan was secretly sent to the capital by Emperor Qi a few months ago.

Emperor Qi is plotting a shocking secret.

Sensing this, the three top forces immediately reacted, and the True Martial Sect chose to flip the table, stimulating the contradictions that were originally hidden under the surface of the water to the bright side.

King Canglan is in charge of the entire southwest region, as early as when the county lord of Wujiang came down, he came with him, and the people of the Aragami faction came out to test the county lord of Wujiang, and the test was the position of the king of Canglan.

Only this kind of top figure can influence the overall situation.

"Daixue Temple, a place where the imperial family cultivates and worships?"

The Tsing Yi Xiushi faction also has a complete message system, and the location corresponds as soon as they hear it.

"I see."

Tsing Yi Xiushi nodded, no matter how the True Martial Sect got the news, Ding Wusupreme, as the temporary Heavenly Master, had already passed.

The attitude has been indicated.

"The news has been delivered to you, and it's up to you how you do it." After Miaohua Zhenren finished speaking, her body began to sink, her real body was not in this place, and she came just to contact the Confucian Sect and tell them the location of King Canglan.

When she came, Ding Wushang told her that this time to deal with King Canglan, Confucianism was the main force.

"It's better to hurry, what the Canglan King wants to do is already coming to an end."

"Don't worry."

Tsing Yi Xiushi began to deliver the news, and after a moment the bamboo slip in his hand flickered.

In Daozhou, all the Confucian masters who sneaked in rushed towards the Great Snow Temple......

Daisetsuki Temple.

Some time after the Phantasmagional Giants left, the sound of the world disappeared again, and that strange power enveloped the entire temple again.

This effect has no effect on the 'shadow' of the knife.

Getting the shadow of Wu Chong's order, he walked over and grabbed a strange monk who was chanting scriptures, and raised his hand with a knife.

Immortal?

After a knife, the steel knife in his hand pierced the opponent's neck, and the monk was still chanting the scriptures, without being hurt in the slightest. The shadow's knife was as strange as if it had slashed at the reflection in the water.

The shadow turned around, ready to report.

A strange force suddenly descended on the shadow that was in action.

In an instant, the shadow's hands and feet, and face withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and everything turned into a kind of smoke and dust that was transmitted to the monk who had been slashed by him earlier. In the blink of an eye, the shadow of the hand was drained, turned into a handful of black ash and fell to the ground, not only the flesh and blood of the possession were sucked away, but the surface of the human skin also lost its color.

He's dead.

The figure of the monk chanting the sutra was slightly condensed, and there was no movement from beginning to end, as if he couldn't see them.

The faces of all those present changed.

This place can't be touched.

There is some invisible force that envelops this place, rewriting the 'rules' here.

Wu Chong turned around and prepared to leave the place first without saying a word. But after opening the door, I found that the outside world was all distorted, and there was no way to leave after going out.

From the moment they entered the door, it was as if they had entered some kind of trap set by someone else.

"This group of monks from the Great Snow Temple is waiting for me here."

Wu Chong looked at this distorted world and felt that he had seen through the confidence of this group of monks in the Great Snow Temple.

The deepest meditation room in Daisetsuki Temple.

King Canglan frowned and looked at the scene outside, and his whole person's expression was a little wrong. The spiritual environment he carefully arranged was to deal with the forces of the True Martial Sect and Confucianism, and before the people from these two sides came over, a guy who jumped out of nowhere broke in first, and disrupted all his arrangements.

"Who is this man?"