The monk turned a deaf ear to Lin's taunts.

The few people in front of them just entered the game by mistake, it doesn't matter whether they kill or not, as long as the body of the earth immortal is still there, they can regain Miaohua's phalanges.

And the great things that the presiding over has planned can be carried on.

Therefore, the delusional monk just stood quietly aside, and the qi machine firmly locked the willow.

During the field, Lin Ying's sword qi was scattered on the old monk's body like catkins, and the entire robe was cut by the sword qi and hunted.

He was a third-generation disciple of Sword Immortal City, and he was the most powerful sword cultivator, even the old monk who was holding the Buddha treasure had to deal with it seriously.

Lin Ying put away his sword, walked forward, and came to the old monk in an instant.

"Instant Sword!" The old monk's pupils shrank suddenly.

The next moment, his right hand grasped the corner of the robe, his body twisted, and the robe was like a cloud of black mist towards Lin Ying.

Yikes!

The cacophony of iron colliding filled the courtyard.

This robe turned out to be a Buddha treasure, and it was not inferior to Lin Ying's Spirit Sword in Sword Immortal City.

Similarly, the old monk's realm was two realms higher than him, and the robe carried a strong aura, trapping Lin Ying to death.

On the other side, the Xuanhuang Flag was also suspended above the top of Qingshan, and the Dao Buddha light sprinkled and wrapped the young man's entire body.

The old monk hovered in the air with his knees crossed, and the Buddha's light bloomed behind him.

The whole house is filled with majesty and majesty.

The pupils of the Dao Sect disciples outside the house constricted, and the Lingyin Temple was really = a holy place with the same name as the Dao Sect, such a nameless old monk trapped the two most outstanding third-generation disciples of the Dao Sect and the Sword Immortal City.

Bodhisattva realm.

Only those who have stepped into the bodhisattva realm can fully exert the power of the Buddha's treasure.

…

Yang Liu frowned, looking at the trapped Qingshan and the young man, his eyes were full of anxiety.

The reason why the delirious monk didn't make a move was because she didn't make a move, and she knew that fighting with the body of an earth immortal would have no chance of winning at all.

But if he watched the two young disciples fall into the fairy realm for his own sake, Yang Liu asked himself if he could do it.

So, she didn't hesitate to pull out her long sword and slash towards the Buddha Treasure Xuanhuang Flag in the air.

Not to her surprise, the Delirium Monk also flicked his sleeves, a thick aura isolated the entire room, and Yang Liu's long sword was also fixed in the air.

This old bald donkey!

Yang Liu couldn't help but curse secretly, saying that Buddhist practitioners are all vain people, and it seems that he is not wrong.

But even so, if he wanted to break through the barrier of the delusional monk, he couldn't do it at all, and Yang Liu asked himself if he met Dao Xuan Zhenren, I am afraid that he would not be able to block his blow.

And the delirious monk in front of him fought with Daoxuan Zhenren for three days sixty years ago without winning or losing.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, Yang Liu's eyes became extremely gloomy.

I couldn't help but think of the man in the green shirt, and only when the man was by his side, Yang Liu would feel that any problem in the world could be solved here by Shen Yu.

"Where the hell are you? If you don't come, your Qingshan nephew will be beaten to death." Yang Liu muttered.

…

"What a genius, a dead genius, that's not a genius."

The old monk looked at the young man who was suppressed by the Buddha treasure and said with a smile.

There are always many geniuses in this world, and when I was young, I was not also a genius of Lingyin Temple.

can look back, those peers, those geniuses of the same era as themselves, how many are left now, only those who live to the end are strong.

The old monk's eyes were cold, and when he raised his hand, he burst out with a palm.

Qingshan's right arm was crossed in front of his chest, and with a bang, the whole person was smashed several feet away, blasted through the wall, and appeared directly in the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, the old monk held the Xuanhuang flag, his body was like flowing water, and one step was a palm.

The entire courtyard suddenly exploded.

…

The smoke cleared.

Castle peak

Slowly get up and gently wipe away the red blood from the corners of your mouth.

Countless people looked at him sympathetically.

"What else do you have?"

The old monk said with a sneer.

The voice is like a night owl, shocking the surroundings.

Aoyama unwrapped the package behind him, and slowly took the spear out of it.

The body of the gun is broken, but there is brilliance in circulation.

Immediately after that, the aura and glow in a radius of dozens of zhang began to converge wildly towards the body of the spear.

"Huh?"

With the convergence of such powerful spiritual power, the old monk's eyes tightened, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart, and he was about to make a palm.

Qingshan suddenly spoke, "When I traveled to the capital of the Tang Dynasty, I often heard some rumors about Buddhism and Taoism, some people said that Buddhism in the prosperous era, Taoism in troubled times, you were born in Lingyin Temple, what do you think?"

The delirious monk in the distance suddenly opened his eyes.

The old monk snorted coldly, "Joke, my Buddhism has stood in the world for thousands of years, how can it have declined in the prosperous and troubled times, and has always made countless merits in the world, how can he compare with my Buddha."

Qingshan said calmly, "Uncle Shi once told me that the temple in the Western Spirit Mountain has suppressed countless ghosts and ghosts for thousands of years, and these are the merits in your mouth?"

The old monk's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously looked at the delusional monk on the side.

The delirium monk was expressionless, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The old monk waited for a moment and said, "What do you know, if the ghosts and ghosts under the Spirit Mountain appear in the world, the land of the Spirit Barren will be full of resentment, and the ancestors of my Lingyin Temple will suppress it again, this is merit."

Aoyama was silent, just clenched the spear in his hand.

The night stars in the distance also turned around, looked at Lingshan in disbelief, and whispered, "What Your Majesty said turned out to be true, and what the bitter monk did was like this, but it has been hundreds of years, why did he choose to die when Shen Yu appeared?"

Regarding the secrets of Lingshan, Ye Xingchen didn't know much, but he had only heard a few words from the underground ghosts in the mouth of the Son of Heaven.

What's more, the bitter monk and the Son of Heaven who guarded Lingshan were uncles and nephews.

Night Star's eyes narrowed, and things were getting more and more interesting.

…

In the face of Qingshan's sudden words, the old monk's heart was already out of proportion.

Qingshan ignored this, just looked at Lingshan, and said, "What Uncle Shi said is true, all Buddhist disciples who have stepped into the Upper Three Realms must go, I want to know, have you been there?"

The old monk said indifferently, "You don't need to know."

A mocking smile appeared on Qingshan's face, and he said, "Or to put it another way, the ghosts and ghosts in there may be more like people than you."

The old monk's face changed, and his expression became more and more flustered.

Qingshan had heard a lot of stories in Feilai Peak, some told by Su Mo, some told by Shen Yu, and some told by the uncle in a small mountain village.

There are some stories that he didn't verify.

Coming here, the story about Lingshan, Qingshan felt that it seemed to be true, because Uncle Shen Yu never made up stories.

Under the Lingshan Mountain, there will be ghosts and fierce ghosts trying to rush out of the world every hundred years, and the Buddha Gate has suppressed the exit at the foot of the Lingshan Mountain for generations since the Buddha.

All the strong people of the Buddhist Sect who have set foot in the upper three realms need to stay there for thirty years.

If the development of this story is followed, countless people in Linghuang need to pay great respect to Lingyin Temple, because they are also like Wanliu City, like Taoism, guarding the world.

But what Qing Shan heard from Uncle Shen Yu was that there was another sentence.

Sometimes, people are more terrible than ghosts.

Qingshan clearly remembered that when Uncle Shi said this, there was a trace of helplessness on his face.

Even a powerful person like Uncle Shen Yu is a little helpless about this, how much secret there will be.

It's just that Qingshan didn't have time to ask, so Uncle Shen Yu went down the mountain and went to Dongzuzhou.

So, Qingshan didn't make a move, and asked, "Is it a human or a ghost that is suppressed under the Nine Shadows Underground? You trapped Uncle Yang Liu, I'm afraid

It is also related to this matter, could it be that over the years, Lingyin Temple has lost control of the Nine Shadows? Even a dying old guy like you is going to come out and set up a game? Or does the first seat of the delusion want to pull everyone into the game?"

The young man's voice was not loud, but with every question, the face of the delirious monk became a little sad.

The old monk on the other side looked even more hideous, "You are really looking for death."

Qingshan's eyelids were slightly raised, his right hand moved lightly, and the tip of the spear was pointed at the old monk's head.

"I don't care what game you do in Buddhism, and I don't care what the ghosts and ghosts of the Nine Shadows are. But if you trap my Dao Sect disciple and intend to kill my Dao Sect disciple, then you are wrong."

"A master of the Upper Three Realms, a senior of the Holy Land, actually made a move on the juniors without shame, is it really that there is no one in my Dao Sect?"

"At least for now, there is indeed no one in your Dao Sect!"

The old monk sneered and said, "Your spiritual power has almost condensed, do you want to give me more time?"

Qingshan shook his head and said calmly, "I just want to confirm something, even if I don't speak, a pseudo-bodhisattva realm like you is indeed not very difficult to deal with."

"Ridiculous! I really don't know how thick the sky is!"

The old monk disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, a yellow figure suddenly appeared on the top of Qingshan's head, followed by a Xuanhuang flag that was waving in the wind and blooming with ten thousand Buddha lights.

Qinglian Flag.

This treasure, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has become extremely fierce in the hands of the old monk.

The Qinglian Banner fell with a terrifying aura that crushed everything.

Aoyama clenched his left hand and held his sword in his right hand, raising it towards the sky.

Like a god of heaven flirting with the sky.

The spear containing huge spiritual power collided violently with the Qinglian Banner, instantly producing countless brilliant aura fluctuations, spreading out in all directions in the center of the collision, like ripples caused by a calm lake being smashed down by a boulder.

In a flash.

The Blue Lotus Banner and the spear collided and separated hundreds of times in a short period of time.

Only countless gun shadows and cyan treasures could be seen in the air.

Off-site.

Ye Xingchen opened his mouth and subconsciously said, "Damn, how many Shen Yu are there in the Dao Sect!"

Lin Ying's face was full of disbelief, and he muttered, "I am also a young generation, and the distance between me and you has actually widened so far!"

Similarly, the corners of Yang Liu's mouth were slightly upturned, and he looked at the young man in the field with a smile, just like when he was in Feilai Peak and saw Shen Yu fighting with people with swords.

The delirium monk's expression changed slightly, staring at the broken spear in Qingshan's hand, his eyes were slightly cold.