"I don't care what kind of master you are, blaspheming the Bodhisattva, there is only one way to die!" Jue Hui attacked first, a Zen staff turned into a unicorn, with an auspicious and noble aura, his body was like electricity, and he bit towards the man in black.

"Mortal, do you think this kind of formation can suppress me?" Su Qin chuckled, and his ten fingers gently plucked on the nine-stringed lyre. The three immortal qi quickly split the Qilin Phantom Shadow.

The staff was hit hard, trembled slightly, and flew backwards. Jue Hui teleported into the air to catch the Zen staff, but unexpectedly, the powerful force shook along the meridians, and his face suddenly turned red, and his qi and blood surged.

"How is that possible!" Jue Hui roared, and the Zen staff was thrown aside, sinking deep into the ground, and his hands were shaken by the immortal qi and his flesh and blood were blurred.

In this stunned moment, Su Qin seized the opportunity, and the Falling Dust Sword turned into a fire phoenix, circling and heading straight towards Juehui.

"Protect the elders!" Several Buddhist disciples stood in front of Jue Hui one after another, and seventeen heavy sticks slammed into the dust!

Originally, the eighteen Arhat formations were flawed, the offense and defense were integrated, and there were basically no weaknesses at all, and the aura of the immortal cultivators in the array was suppressed by the Buddha's light, and the cultivation would be greatly suppressed in a short period of time.

Under such circumstances, this unpredictable eighteen-fold stick made most of the immortal cultivators in the immortal cultivation world frightened. Manjusri Temple does not participate in the dispute between immortals and demons, and because of this, no sect or immortal cultivator dares to provoke this group of monks.

Unexpectedly, Su Qin is a true immortal from the fairy world, although the immortal body is destroyed and cultivated is a big loss, but the flow of the meridians is still immortal qi, and he is not under the coercion of the Arhat stick formation at all, not to mention that Juehui is injured at this time, and the flaws of the seventeen Arhat stick formations have traces to follow.

Saying that it was too late, Su Qin slashed his sword and dragged the seventeen sticks that were split at the same time and covered his face to the side. At the same time, the Hundred Flowers Seal holding the Valley of Hundred Flowers in his left hand was slapped on the bald heads of several monks.

Those disciples only felt dizzy, and the Arhat stick formation, which was originally extremely proficient, was dismantled in an instant, and the heavy sticks were all beaten aside.

In just a few breaths, this formation of fame in the immortal cultivation realm has been broken.

"How good am I to be you?" Su Qin looked at the monk who was lying on the ground and wailing, walked up to Jue Hui, and took away his Zen staff.

"The Yellow Order Sacred Weapon is a waste of you. A cold voice came, and Juehui only felt that it was dark in front of her, and she almost fainted.

"This person deceived my temple too much, and if he continues like this, he may blaspheme my Buddha. ”

"Amitabha, Bodhisattva compassion. The three elders clasped their hands together, turned around and chanted the Buddha's name to the statue of Manjushri, and disappeared in an instant with a group of disciples.

Su Qin was about to enter the Mudra Forest, but she didn't expect that the phantom of Manjushri Bodhisattva suddenly appeared in front of her, and a huge handprint covered her all over the world. This seal carries infinite power, as if it wants to take the world in the palm of your hand.

The wind and clouds here changed color, and the clouds and mist in the mountains surged wildly and gathered.

The strong wind came to his face, blowing up the green silk bundled by Su Qin, and the power of the supreme immortal slammed over with the breath of the supreme yang.

Su Qin's complexion changed slightly, the nine-stringed qin was suspended in mid-air, the ten fingers were like butterflies stringing flowers, and the bursts of notes turned into dense wind blades woven into a huge wind net, and all the surrounding objects were destroyed into fine grains of sand at the moment when they touched the palm print.

Su Qin was knocked to the ground by the aftermath, and the masked cloth turned into ashes, revealing a peerless face.

"If you want to destroy my Manjushri Temple, you will blame our subordinates for being ruthless. Fifty-four golden-bodied Arhats surrounded Su Qin, and the pressure of the three large arrays forced him to a corner.

"If I come to fetch the Manjushri Heart Sutra, will you agree?" she stood alone in the middle of the group of arhats, dressed in a purple garment.

"Presumptuous, the Manjushri Heart Sutra cannot be passed on unless you enter the temple for a hundred years and cultivate as a leader in the state of mind, you are arrogant and greedy, dare to covet Manjushri Bodhisattva's things!" The elder led by him rebuked loudly, and the Buddha seal in his hand was raised.

"Then what else is there to talk about?" Su Qin sneered, holding the nine-stringed qin and teleporting into the air.

"Subdue demons and eliminate demons!" the group of Vientiane monks shouted, holding weapons in their hands and quickly changing formations, and the three Manjushri phantoms restrained her in the middle in the shape of "Pin", and then the golden palm prints swept in the sky......

And in one corner of the Scripture Pavilion, a bird suddenly sneezed. Ximen Tian hurriedly covered its mouth, how did he expect that this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was guarded by disciples day and night, and it was discovered on the spot.

"There is not enough success, but there is more than failure. Ximen Tian cursed in a low voice.

"Who!" The monk who was monitoring the Scripture Pavilion in the formation was meditating, and as soon as he heard this voice, he immediately opened his eyes vigilantly. The monks stationed outside the gate also rushed in with heavy sticks.

A young man in white slowly appeared in a corner of the bookshelf, his face full of helplessness.

"Who are you?"

"I'm just passing by......" Ximen Tiangang wanted to stun these two monks stationed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but he didn't expect that these two people had the cultivation of the middle stage of Vientiane, so he could only laugh and laugh.

"The treasure of the Scripture Pavilion must be the one who steals the book!" As soon as the two heavy sticks crossed, Ximentian's retreat was completely locked.

"Just try my Qingluanli Fire Sword, Xiaoqing help me!" Ximen Tian took a few steps back, the space ring flashed, and Qingluanli Fire Sword appeared out of thin air. When he turned around, Qingluan was long gone.

"Up!" the three immortal cultivators fought together in the Scripture Pavilion.

"Chirp. Xiaoqing ran out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and met the two monks who had gone to the entrance of the temple to help, and immediately called twice.

The two monks glanced at Xiaoqing, just thought it was an ordinary little bird, and hurriedly went to the armory pavilion to get the weapon.

"It's like... It was as if something was drawing me in. Xiaoqing jumped up, flew over the Tianwang Palace, crossed the release pond, and swaggered past the Manjushri Temple under the noses of those monks, and went up the mountain.

At the highest point of the mountain, there was a forbidden place, called the Sacrifice Tower. It is said that the sacrificial platform is the place where Manjushri deepened the power of the final merits of martyrdom in order to save the common people, and became a Buddha on the ground. After Wenshu Temple, where there are abbots and monks to sit, they all come here to pass away.

However, in the past 100,000 years, only three colorless relics have been left on it, all of which have been transformed by the supreme immortal monks.

"Alas, all the way is the Heavenly King Vajra Arhat Bodhisattva, and there is nothing fun at all. Xiaoqing was lying on the ground, her feet facing the sky. Suddenly, the light on the stage was magnificent, and the glow was brilliant.

"Wait a minute!" Xiaoqing spread her wings and rubbed her eyes. The breath that makes it beat is just ahead!

Strange to say, originally a forbidden place, the most precious place in the entire Wenshu Temple, should be extremely well defended.

In fact, it is the abbot of Manjushri Temple who is personally guarding the sacrificial platform, and the abbots of the past dynasties have strengthened the purest and most profound formation of Buddhism, and it will take some time for the sword saint to come and crack it in person.

But this formation was like nothing in front of Qingluan, and it stumbled past.

"Look good. Xiaoqing was suddenly overwhelmed by this friendly aura, and she was almost intoxicated by it.

"Hmm. After a long time, Xiaoqing opened her mouth and swallowed the three relics in one gulp.