Inside Lingyin Temple.

The battle for the lecture hall continues.

What countless people were shocked by was not the one-finger Zen magic power of the elder, but the woman whose breath was equal to that of the old monk.

Many at this moment finally understood why the first one died under her sword.

When it is strong, it is strong.

Willow gripped the hilt of his sword.

The subtle light of the sword bloomed among the fallen leaves, like the mottled patches sprinkled in the woods in the early morning.

Du Cheng reacted extremely quickly, and his body retreated violently, and at the same time, another divine power shot towards the sword light.

Just when he thought he was out of danger, a white figure instantly appeared next to Watari Cheng, and then the sword body gently patted his shoulder.

Du Cheng's face changed greatly, the frenzied aura in his body collapsed instantly, and the whole person fell down.

Thump!

In the blink of an eye.

Countless sword shadows shrouded the two of them like rain.

The ground was filled with dust as there was a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Countless people exclaimed.

Yang Liu put away his sword and looked at the field indifferently, like a god.

The smoke and dust cleared, and everyone finally saw the true face of the room.

Du Cheng was still half-kneeling on the ground, his whole body intact, but his Zen clothes were already wet with cold sweat, and his eyes were full of confusion and shock, as if he was still immersed in the previous battle.

Countless sword holes appeared around him, dense and bottomless.

"The body of the earth immortal, the art of the sword immortal."

Watari muttered.

At that moment just now, countless sword lights scattered out from all around his body, and the feeling of being suppressed by heaven and earth, Du Cheng couldn't react at all.

If Yang Liu had stabbed his heart not with the blade of the sword, but with the tip of the sword, then he would have almost died directly on the spot at the first moment.

Yang Liu looked ahead, his expression calm.

Regarding the body of the earth immortal, she heard Hui Ke say in the ancestral hall that Yang Liu was not very clear about this kind of physique.

Yang Liu said, "Senior Brother Shen's swordsmanship is naturally a sword immortal technique."

"Shen Yu?"

"You don't believe it."

Watari was silent, then a bitter smile appeared on his face.

He had not personally experienced what happened in Lingshan, and he was both familiar and unfamiliar with Shen Yu's name.

There are always incomprehensible geniuses in the world.

The rumors that Du Cheng had heard about Shen Yu were something that only such a genius beyond ordinary people could do.

Therefore, the moment Yang Liu said Shen Yu's name, he suddenly understood.

"I believe it."

After Du Cheng said this, he lacked a sense of desolation in his heart, and left the lecture hall directly.

Seeing this scene, the scene was as quiet as death.

No one could have imagined that Du Cheng would admit defeat so simply.

Several monks in the lecture hall looked sluggish, and subconsciously asked, "Uncle Ducheng, you were defeated like this?"

In Lingyin Temple, the person who has the most resentment against Yang Liu, and who thinks that she should be imprisoned in the Buddha cave, just admit defeat and leave.

And what was their anger before?

Is it a joke?

Countless people stood on the spot, not knowing what to do next.

Yang Liu stood with his sword in his hand, scanning the monks around him.

After a long time, a delicate monk walked into the lecture hall, folded towards the woman, and sighed and said, "Master Yang, with your physique, there are very few people in the whole world who can beat you."

The person who came was Huike.

Yang Liu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Hui Ke shook his head helplessly and said, "You and I fight, I can't beat you, and you can't beat me, why should the little monk do this."

Yang Liu said coldly, "Since I don't fight, then I'm leaving."

Hui Ke shook his head.

"What!" Yang Liu said angrily. Hui Ke sighed, pointed to the distance, and said helplessly, "If you go

, then Lu Wu will die."

"You mean!"

Yang Liu glanced into the distance, where he could vaguely see that Lu Wu was being suppressed by several monks, and at this moment life and death were on the line.

Lingyin Temple is a major sect in the world, second only to Taoism among the nine holy places.

Such a righteous sect that takes demon suppression and demon eradication as its own mission actually did such a despicable thing at this moment.

Hui Ke showed a trace of shame on his face, and said with a wry smile: "Master Yang, the matter involves the ancestor of the bitter master, the head of the lecture hall, and several other ancestors..."

Yang Liu had regained her composure at this time, and she knew that with her physique in the Lingyin Temple, anyone could fight against it.

However, although Lu Wu devoured the Heavenly Dragon, his combat power did not increase much, and any powerhouse of the Upper Three Realms in the Lingyin Temple could suppress it.

Although Lu Wu is a demon, Yang Liu never thinks it is a demon.

"I'll go back, and you let him go." Yang Liu said calmly.

When the words fell, Hui Ke finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said helplessly, "Master Yang, your Dao Sect elders will naturally come here for this matter, you must not do anything out of the ordinary."

Yang Liu pursed his lips and stepped out of the lecture hall.

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Return to the compound.

Yang Liu sat in a chair, a little bored.

Hui Ke stood outside the house, just about to raise his feet into the house, but paused again, and finally shook his head helplessly, retracted his steps, and stood at the door.

Yang Liu asked directly, "Earth Immortal Body, how do you know?"

Hui Ke said honestly: "There is a record in the library in the temple that the people in the mountains are immortals, and the immortal mountains give birth to living beings, and there are records of spiritual famine, and when the spirit of the immortal mountain is born and begins to cultivate, it is the earth immortal."

Immortal Mountain, living beings, hearing these words, Yang Liu seemed to understand a little.

Feilai Peak is where the Yuan Temple is located, and it is said that it was brought back by Dao Yan Zhenren from the extreme west.

It was already the limit of a fairyland's powerhouse that ordinary cultivators could turn over mountains and seas, but Dao Yan Zhenren actually moved a huge mountain peak to the southwest of Central Continent across tens of thousands of miles.

"The real person in charge is too powerful." Yang Liu thought to himself.

Outside the house, Hui Ke continued: "Although Lord Yang is a human body, but his life is intertwined with a certain immortal mountain, the little monk doesn't know that the senior has such a skill, and he actually treats you as the immortal spirit of the immortal mountain, it is rumored that only the body of the earth immortal can not be rejected by the immortal mountain."

No wonder the creatures in this mountain love to be close to me, and the flowers and plants can only bloom if they are watered by themselves.

As long as you are in a good mood, the wind and sun will be beautiful when you fly to the peak, and if you are in a bad mood, it will be a storm.

Senior Brother Su Mo also looked at him with a strange face when it was raining several times, and he spoke cautiously, it turned out that it was because of this.

Yang Liu covered his face, feeling ashamed, after the disciples of the Dao Sect looked at the weather of Feilai Peak, they knew their mood today.

"Shame on the dead!" Yang Liu scolded in a low voice.

Outside the house, Hui Ke turned a blind eye to this.

This kind of earth immortal body is rare in the world, and the immortal mountain that can be blended with it is even rarer, the Taoist sect has Feilai Peak, and Lingshan used to be an immortal mountain, but later because of something, Lingshan lost its immortal spirit.

Another place is Dongwang Island, where it is rumored that there is also a fairy mountain.

Hui Ke looked at the woman in the house, his expression was gloomy, he had already had a few encounters with Shen Yu, and he was a Zen son of this generation, with a peaceful nature.

Now Yang Liu can be safely here, a large part of the reason is because of Huike.

But after all, the first one has already issued a decree, and in a month, the woman will be imprisoned in the Buddha cave. On the one hand, there are grievances between teachers and disciples, and on the other hand, they are close friends.

Huike never thought that life choices would be so difficult.

For a long time, Hui Ke's eyes were firm, and he seemed to have made some kind of decision.

"Let's go." Hui Ke hung a bell in his hand in front of the door and said firmly towards Yang Liu.

Yang Liu's eyes widened and he asked, "You mean, let's go?"

Hui Ke nodded.

Yang Liu shook his head and refused to speak

"I'm not leaving, Senior Brother Shen hasn't come back yet, besides, if I leave, you may be punished by that old monk, you are a good person."

You're a good guy.

If Shen Yu heard this déjà vu here, he would definitely turn around and leave.

In the world, the good people in the mouth of women will never have a good result.

Seeing that Yang Liu was unmoved, Hui Ke was stunned, and then asked anxiously: "Shen Yu, that guy has gone....in short, you can't wait for him, as for me, don't worry, I am a Buddhist Zen man, even if I am punished, it will not be very serious."

Yang Liu's expression was indifferent, and he said lazily, "Don't think I don't know, I'm tired of leaving the filthy soil, with Senior Brother Shen's cultivation, how can I be trapped."

Hui Ke was taken aback, disgusted with the existence of the filthy soil was the biggest secret of the Lingyin Temple, because that place was related to the cultivation of that patriarch.

And now from Yang Liu's mouth, Hui Ke even thought that the secret of this Lingyin Temple was already known to the whole world.

Seeing Hui Ke's surprised expression, Yang Liu still explained, "I know, it's because of my Senior Brother Su, you know, the world is desolate, if you want to say who reads the most, it must be my Senior Brother Su."

Hearing this explanation, Hui Ke remembered that there was another big man in the Dao Sect who was not famous, but his status was not lower than Shen Yu.

And in the imperial capital, he even took a photo with that person.

Su Mo was able to know that he was disgusted with the filthy soil, which was not a strange thing.

But knowing that Hui Ke didn't think that Shen Yu could get out of trouble from the defilement at all, not because his realm was not high enough, but because there was an existence with a higher realm there.

Even in the entire Buddhism, there are few people whose realm is as high as that existence.

Therefore, Hui Ke still couldn't help but persuade: "Master Yang, if you are here, Shen Yu can't come back in a month, the first one will definitely personally beat you into the Buddha cave, and at that time, even if the Dao Yan real person of the Dao Sect comes in person, it will not be able to be recovered."

Yang Liu snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "It's not that I underestimate you Lingyin Temple, if the real person in charge comes, even Lingshan will split it in half for you, and I'm afraid the remaining statues of gods and Buddhas will not be able to keep it."

The woman's tone was full of indifference, in her opinion, Dao Sect was now the number one in the world.

What Lingyin Temple, Liubo Mountain, or even the Academy, Yang Liu didn't think that anyone could insist on a move under the sword of the real person in charge.

It's not blind faith.

It's everything that has been done by the real person in charge for countless years.

Never defeated,

Hearing the woman's words, Hui Ke's face turned blue and white, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he forcibly recited a meditation mantra to calm down the anger that could not help but rise.

In this world, it is really difficult to be a good person.

Thinking of this, Hui Ke didn't dissuade him, and said straightforwardly, "Master Yang, fifteen days have passed now, and if you are waiting for fifteen days, there may not be a miracle."

With that, Hui Ke turned and left the courtyard.

Seeing Hui Ke's figure disappear around the corner, Yang Liu's expression became a little solemn.

There was a hint of worry in his eyes unconsciously.