Mu Nan moved his gaze to the western audience of the martial arts arena headed by Zhang Xian.

The peak masters and the disciples above the Transformation Stage sat in a row, with a serious face.

And he dragged a slightly tattered and curly quaint book in his hand.

There is no overflow of streamers, and there is no ancient rhyme, and it looks like it has nothing to do with the immortal weapon at all.

But since he was dragged by him, it must be the legendary Zhenlu Heavenly Book.

The martial arts arena Dongfang is a group of heroes led by Zhao Sihai, with only twenty-one people.

Directly in front of him was a five-foot-long and three-foot-wide sword box with a talisman seal, which was held by Zhao Sihai with one hand.

Needless to ask, it contains the legendary Sword of Killing Immortals.

Mu Nan said to himself quite puzzled:

"Why is the sword box still sealed with a talisman?"

Chen Qing seemed to have forgotten the initial displeasure and explained: "The Immortal Killing Sword is a murder weapon, if there is no Fu Seal to suppress it, just the sword body is evil, and the monks below the Yuan Infant Stage will not be able to bear it. ”

Mu Nan quipped: "For example, Ji Dan overhaul Mu Nan? ”

"Giggles!" Chen Qing's smile was like a birdsong in the morning, crisp and pleasant: "There is still some self-knowledge." ”

"Ahem!"

Xie Huaiwei lowered her throat, as if to remind her that this nominal Taoist companion was still on the side, and asked him to restrain himself.

Mu Nan was a little weak-hearted: "This is the Taoist companion of the good brother Xie Xuan, Chen Qing." ”

After saying that, he was a little puzzled: what do you do to explain this?

It's just a play on the spot, so why bother to go too deep into the play.

……

After the Elder of the Ruling Hall finished talking about the rules, he announced the official start of the competition:

"In the first game, the corpse of the Qunying Sect will fight against the ninety-one gate dragon battle sky."

The name of the corpse dove sounds like a yin owl.

Waiting for everyone to stretch their necks, they watched him bow to Zhao Sihai and fly in.

Everyone found out that he was a monk with an extremely good appearance.

The most talked about is his high nose bridge, which is really envious of many female cultivators.

On the other side, Long Zhantian also slowly walked into the arena at the same time after receiving a nod from Zhang Xian.

Jiuyi Gate Martial Arts Arena, Long Zhantian is considered to be the home battle.

The audience immediately heard the echo of the mountains and the sea: "Come on, Senior Brother Long", "Senior Brother Long will win", Yunyun.

It's not lively.

Long Zhantian, as a genius who has not been born in the ninety-one sect for thousands of years, and as the first person to start, he is naturally pinned on enough hope.

Mu Nan was also infected by the warm atmosphere, and praised it:

"Long Zhantian can be described as a model for us!"

Whether it is the speed of cultivation, or the filial piety of taking the mother to practice, and the pace of honor and disgrace, it all reflects the grandeur and grandeur that a great power should have.

"Half a year to build a foundation, one year to tie the Dan, two years to infant. It is really time for you, who have only built a foundation in three years, to study hard. ”

Chen Qing's contempt came suddenly, almost flashing Mu Nan's waist.

Sure enough, for the sake of the favor of the Bo girl, he desperately belittled his brother.

And the brother's troubles are used as talking points, which is the eternal routine of men in the period of hormonal bursts.

Long Zhantian waved his hand to the audience, stopped the carnival of celebrating in advance, and said to the corpse dove: "Corpse Daoist, Long is polite." ”

The corpse arched his hand, counting it as a salute in return, but did not speak.

This move caused dissatisfaction among the audience.

"Is the Qunying Sect so rude?"

"It's all the four sects, who does he look down on?"

The corpse seemed to be oblivious to the discussion in the audience.

Seriously took off a rusty copper bell from his waist and shook it twice, his voice was slightly dull.

It's like an ordinary brass bell.

Outsiders were confused, but Long Zhantian, as an insider, trembled in his heart for no reason.

He even had the illusion that he had already fought with the corpse.

Not winning.

"The copper bell is weird!"

The corpse dove glanced at him and said, "Lord Long, if you don't make a move, you won't have a chance." ”

With that, throw the brass bell into the air.

"Click!"

A crisp sound reached the ears of everyone present.

into the heart.

Just when everyone was puzzled, the copper bell shattered, turned into eight fragments, and scattered around him.

The corpse then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and folded his hands.

"Amitabha!"

The fragments of the copper bell spewed out eight golden rays of light along with the sound of the Buddha.

Converge above his head.

A yellow morning and dusk bell in the shape of a golden bell jar, like a water curtain, slowly falls.

Shroud him.

It is quite similar to the secret of the Beiliu Zen Temple.

The monk is dignified and solemn, and the morning and dusk bells are magnificent.

People can't help but have the urge to bow and worship.

Long Zhantian suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and with a pull of his right hand, a blood-colored long knife trembled slightly.

"Now that the corpse friend has done a good job of defense, Long will let go of his hands and feet."

Xie Huaiwei said: "Senior Brother Long's weapon is called Blood Drink, which is a Dao weapon appreciated by the Dao leader, and it complements his Hui Long Slash, and its power is overwhelming. ”

Mu Nan nodded subconsciously and did not reply.

He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

"Master Long, the poor monk will give you a chance to strike, and after a blow, the poor monk will shoot with all his might!"

The corpse's eyes were slightly deep, and his tone was not in a hurry.

But in Long Zhantian's opinion, he is in the realm of transforming gods, and the other party is a four-rank ascetic.

At best, it is equivalent to the peak cultivation of the gods.

How to let yourself attack is like a reward.

There is more contempt than generosity.

Long Zhantian was a little gloomy.

"A knife through the ages!"

The blood drink is slightly raised.

"Whew!"

With such a simple blow, a pure white sword qi burst out from the ground in an instant.

With an invincible momentum, he slashed towards the morning and dusk bell.

Sharp and fast.

Everywhere they passed, there were ditches.

"Boom!"

The sword qi collided with the morning and dusk bells.

The sword qi is scattered.

The bells are melodious and mellow, bursting with golden light and rippling dots.

Xie Huaiwei nodded slightly:

"Senior Brother Long's sword technique is powerful and heavy, and the first blow is not exhausted. Choosing to pick up instead of split down is obviously the best response to the corpse's unashamed words. ”

Mu Nan shook his head:

"Long Zhantian's attack, even I can barely catch it, it's really unwise to put it on this occasion."

Mu Nan felt that even if it was a death match, he should always do his best.

When the judgment is constantly suffering, it is chaotic.

Long Zhantian has been wearing the halo for too long and has forgotten this simple truth?

Chen Qing always had a mind about Mu Nan, and interjected with a slight mockery: "Great power should have a powerful demeanor, and it will not be like a little monk who takes advantage of a moment. ”

The same argument spread among other viewers.

Most of them are mainly boasting about the power of the Dragon Zhantian Sword, as if this sword has already won.

Only Zhang Xian sighed: "Arrange reincarnation for Long Zhantian." ”

The corpse seemed to be responding to Zhang Xian, and his lips moved:

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot! Put down the butcher's knife ......"

Ask for life!

The people of the Qunying Sect have no class of teaching, and their practice is complicated.

There is nothing wrong with having a Buddha to cultivate.

However, it is a taboo for Buddhism to ask for the sound of Sanskrit, and you cannot cultivate without the bodhisattva fruit, otherwise, you will be counterattacked and turned into a demon.

The corpse dove is just a four-grade ascetic, how can he be so bold?

The first Sanskrit sound entered his ears, and Long Zhantian only felt dizzy and unstable.

When he noticed something abnormal, he hurriedly recited the mantra to resist.

Unexpectedly, the second Sanskrit sound went straight to the bottom of my heart.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood was sprayed.

He only felt like he was being torn back and forth by thousands of unjust ghosts.

The soul is even more like being cut by a thousand knives.

The pain was almost unbearable.

He rolled on the ground with his head in his hands, and even threw his long knife aside.

But the Sanskrit sound of asking for life did not stop, and as the speed of the corpse's speech became faster and faster, the voice became louder and louder.

Long Zhantian let out a long roar, and the Yang God was directly blasted out of his body.

The yang god is also known as the Yuan Spirit, which is a sign of the power of the god transformation period.

Theoretically, when cultivating the Yang God, the body can be abandoned.

As long as you protect the primordial spirit, you can be immortal and immortal.

However, the Yang God could not stand the rules of heaven and earth, and could not absorb and refine the aura of heaven and earth to cultivate on his own.

Once the physical body is destroyed, it means that the whole life stops at the Yang God Realm.

Without the nourishment of the physical body, but the yang god is used against the enemy, every time you use a point of spiritual power, you will have a little less spiritual power, and it is almost impossible to recover.

Yes, the realm of the Yang God still seems to be the power of the Transformation God Realm, but after facing the enemy many times, the strength has plummeted and is even inferior to the Qi Refining Period cultivator.

The Dragon Battle Tianyang God was rushed out of his body, and he was already caught off guard.

But the life-seeking Sanskrit sound was originally aimed at the divine soul, and the moment he was out of his body, he was motionless as if he had been immobilized.

It's like a demon.

His eyes looked at the corpse in a daze.

There was no resistance, let alone a fight back.

Not even as good as a lamb to the slaughter.