"Whew, that's uncomfortable. "Xiao Qingrao has a body as strong as a divine beast, and he is far from being able to digest the skills of the three immortal monks. It's like a person who eats what he can eat for dozens of days at a time, and he really can't survive or die.

Thousands of demons and ghosts with uneven cultivation around him surrounded him, in a vain attempt to take away Xiaoqing, but although Xiaoqing's mind was vague, the Qingluan clan's innate protective divine light has not been dispersed.

"Father...... Xiaoqing will never run away from home again. "Under the devouring of groups of demons and ghosts and the weakening of the wooden bowl, Xiaoqing has entered a state of extreme weakness, and the divine light also has a tendency to disperse.

It was this soft murmur, Ximen Tian, who was resisting the soul needle, was struck by lightning, and Xiao Teng's face with a wicked smile suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the mudra forest, the anxious Su Qin has broken most of the formation, the original handprints from the stone forest have become very sparse, and most of the towering stone forests with the blessings of Manjushri Bodhisattva have been destroyed by the nine-stringed qin.

Just as she turned to deal with the handprints that struck from behind, the contract rune on her forehead suddenly flickered a few times, gradually dimming.

"Xiaoqing!" Su Qin couldn't take care of anything, and transferred all the immortal power from the dantian, like a nine-day fairy, just with a wave of his sleeves, the so-called temple protection formation collapsed under the immortal power.

"It's too late!" At the same time, Ximen Tian leaned against the wall, dodging the obstruction of the petals on the edge of the Golden Lotus Array, and quickly passed through the Manjushri Hall and rushed towards the sacrifice platform. He already has hope that the Manjushri Heart Sutra will not be repaid, and now the only thought in his heart is to save Xiaoqing!

Manjushri Hall to the sacrificial platform is only three miles away. For an immortal cultivator like Ximen Tian, the arrival was only instantaneous.

However, the moment the imperial sword flew out of the Manjushri Palace, the powerful suction pulled Ximen Tian's spiritual power into the air, and in the blink of an eye, the spiritual energy in his dantian volatilized at an extremely fast speed.

The long-lost dryness appeared in the meridians of Ximen Tian, and the Qingluan under his feet had no spiritual energy support from the fire sword, and fell to the ground like scrap iron, making a clanging sound. Only the faint flickering phantom of Qingluan proved its identity as a holy weapon.

"Damn. Ximen Tian picked up his sword, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he struggled through the dark clouds. In the short three-mile road, the roar of the ghost crying god kept filling my ears.

"Immortal cultivator. In the vast mist, the strange sound of a woman and a beast came from far and near, and a ghost hand with a thick evil aura suddenly stretched out.

Ximen Tian's heart was horrified, and he wanted to raise his sword to block it, but most of his spiritual power was absorbed by the wooden bowl, although the reaction speed of his thoughts was still there, but his body was a little slower.

With a stabbing sound, a bloody handprint was left on the white clothes of the magic weapon, and the white clothes quickly decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Qingluan's lines away from the fire sword suddenly lit up, and Qingluan's phantom swooped towards the clouds like lightning, pecking away the attacking ghost hand.

A dark cloud dispersed, revealing the resentful spirits of dozens of demons and evil immortal cultivators, who immediately scattered and fled when they saw that the situation was not good.

Ximen Tian looked up at the demons dancing in the sky, the golden Buddha light and the black demonic aura held each other, and the style of the sky was full of monotony and depression.

The surrounding cliffs have long been gone, and there are more rampant demons and clouds full of resentment. Xiaoqing was lying quietly on the sacrifice platform, her breath getting weaker and weaker.

There are countless demons and ghosts around it, and they are greedily devouring the protective divine light that blocks them. If you take away Qingluan, it will be like being reborn again!

"If you are empty, go and stop him. In the Manjushri Hall, the leader of the elders suddenly opened his eyes and said to the last disciple sitting at the end.

"Yes. The monk folded his hands, stopped supporting the Golden Lotus Circle, and walked out of the petals.

The platform is already very close to the top of the mountain, and its steepness is unimaginable. Ximen Tian clasped the mountain rock with his arms and climbed up with difficulty. He held two high-grade spirit stones in his mouth, ready to activate the fire at any time to destroy the demons in his vicinity.

"Donor, you have made a big mistake, the sea of suffering is boundless, go back with the poor monk to receive the punishment. Ruokong took the Buddha vessel given by the elder and walked towards Ximen Tian step by step. Along the way, the weak demons and ghosts retreated in horror, lest they be hurt by half a point.

Ximen Tian heard the footsteps behind him, secretly sneered, raised his head and looked at the sacrificial platform not far away, and there was no sign of turning back to answer, but climbing harder.

Seeing this, Ruokong trotted all the way over, and the seal in his hand quickly took shape.

It's close, it's close! Ximen Tian's heart rose to his throat, and the high-grade spirit stone in his mouth was chewed raw. The spiritual power of the whole body worked hard to condense on the back, trying to resist the Prajna seal that was enough to cause the earth to crack and collapse.

Ruokong stood still, pushed forward with one palm, and a huge burning handprint came out of his hand, covering Ximentian's back.

Ximen Tian's talisman was already in tatters, but after such a beat, it was directly shattered, and the powerful force was unabated, shaking his internal organs and almost letting go of his hand.

Ximen Tian's body curled up in a ball, trying to resolve the pain of this palm, and then jumped up and grabbed Qingluan, who was almost pushed down the abyss by the demons.

"Hmph, you treat the princess of the Qingluan clan like this, and when King Luan arrives in person, he will definitely settle accounts with you!" Ximen Tian looked down at Ruokong, who was not far from him, and his tone revealed a little coldness.

If it is empty, it just stays where it is, not knowing what to do. The sky is pitiful, the Qingluan clan lives in Kunlun Mountain, and rarely comes out to practice, and Ruokong has never seen what it looks like.

As for the elders, their attention was on the demons who ran out of the abyss, just thinking that Ximen Tian was going to kill himself, or to help these demons and ghosts.

Not to mention a Zen master, it is still unknown why he is still using the Buddhist holy weapon wooden bowl in the air to fight against resentment, although he knows that someone moved the relics, where does he know that Xiaoqing swallowed all three.

"Hmph. Just when Ximen Tian finally took a breath and used Xiaoqing's father's power to scare everyone on the sacrificial platform, a sudden change occurred!

"Why, why can't you shake it off!" Qingluan's wings were firmly glued to Ximentian's hand, as if he was being pulled by some force.

At this time, Xiaoqing's consciousness was blurred, and the Buddha power that was rioting in her body seemed to have found an outlet, and frantically instilled it into the edge of her wings.

Ximen Tian's face changed, and an ominous premonition appeared in his mind, and then the mighty and turbulent Buddha power like a river mixed with the aura of a few Qingluan poured into the meridians of his arm.

"Xiaoqing!" Su Qin sensed Xiaoqing's position in the chaotic power. She looked up and saw a handsome monk working hard in the air to suppress the endless clouds.

"Stop. The cold edge of the Falling Dust Sword shone on the eyes of the Zen master, and through the reflection of the sword, he saw a face that was so beautiful that it was suffocating.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?" said a Zen master, closing his eyes and chanting the Buddha's name.

At this moment, the elements between heaven and earth suddenly rioted, and within ten thousand miles, dark clouds gathered, and heaven and earth changed color sharply, whether it was a wooden bowl, a Buddha's palm, or a dark cloud full of resentment.

This is a vision from heaven and earth!