Prince Qiao smiled, the sleeves of his robe were spread, and he walked towards the mountain temple with Zhi Hunt.

Zhi Hunt Zhen's wrist flipped lightly, the dagger retracted into his sleeve, and his palm was quietly crossed by Wang Ziqiao's fingers, writing "Cloud Wilderness, Funiu Mountain, Yitian Village." A few words.

Zhi Zhen's heart sank slightly, and he knew what Wang Ziqiao meant.

"This brother must have come from the immeasurable pure land, one of the ten great sects of the Great Jin. When Wang Ziqiao passed by a mountain rock, he arched his hand, "To be able to cultivate the mountain character recipe of the immeasurable pure land to the realm of transforming into a mountain, it is necessary for the elders. Your Excellency's breath is simple, your qi is ripe, and your qi and blood are full but not boiling, could it be that the Nine Elders who flew to the peak immeasurably and purely?"

The mountain rock shook violently, the moss and rain rolled down, and the mountain rock man stood up and changed into a burly old man. The top of his head was bald, his face was purple, and he arched his hand to Prince Qiao, and a hint of surprise flashed in his blazing eyes: "The name of Mr. Jiuwen is indeed well-known." ”

"That one is probably also one of the top ten Dao Sects of the Great Jin Dynasty, and the Guardian Divine Arrow Soldier of the Ceres God Sect has become a leader. Wang Ziqiao raised his head, looked at a towering ancient cypress in front of him, and said happily.

After a while, a cold voice came from the dense foliage: "How do you know that I am a soldier?"

Wang Ziqiao said with a smile: "Although the cone is in the bag, its end is immediate. Dao Chang has a double cultivation of martial arts, and the Seven Lights Divine Arrow in one hand is invincible, where can he hide it?"

The leaves rattled, and a slender figure appeared on the cypress branch. He was dressed in a dark robe, carrying a jade fetal treasure bow, and bowed slightly to Prince Qiao, but he couldn't hide the conceit between his eyebrows.

It is the Seven Light Divine Archery that shocks the soldiers of the north of the Great Jin Dynasty.

Wang Ziqiao walked a few steps, stopped in the weeds at the entrance of the mountain temple, and chanted: "The five elements rotate, and the phases are wonderful. There are thousands of strange escapes, and the only truth is the only one. If Wang is not mistaken, the Dao Chief should be one of the ten major Dao Gates of the Great Jin, the Wood Venerable of the Five Fingers of the Heavens?"

The grass swayed in the wind, and there were bursts of dry laughter of "hey, hey, hey, hey": "The only truth, how easy is it to talk about?" Mr. Ziqiao has an overreputation. "The weeds are raging and climbing, once luxuriant like the sea, verdant and dripping, and then the next moment they turn yellow and wither, and the ashes are gone, and countless grass seeds are scattered at the gate of the mountain temple.

Wang Ziqiao stepped into the threshold at this time.

A little red candle lit faintly, like a splash of blood, and splashed on the black mud walls around it. The corners of the wall were covered with cobwebs, and the rain threads flowed down from the eaves of the carved beasts like beads, splashing on the forehead of Zhijiaozhen. He was shocked to find that in addition to the short Taoist priest sitting on the statue of the mountain god, there were three other people in the temple.

A woman stands with a candle and jade, and the candlelight reflects the pink cheeks and red, and her beautiful eyes are looking forward to it. One person has a hosta in a bun, a brocade belt around his waist, a black robe with gold wire trim and moire, standing behind a dilapidated beam and pillar with his hands on his back, his eyes and eyebrows are narrow and long, his expression is gloomy, and the deep nasolabial folds on both sides of his high nose are like knife carvings. Another man was as fat as a pig, wrapped in a dirty, crumpled hemp bag, and lay under the dusty incense table, as if he was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed. His belly was sometimes bulging like a ball, sometimes it was sunken like a pit, and between his mouth and nose, there was not a trace of breath.

Wang Ziqiao's eyes swept and said leisurely: "Wang has seen the Yaoxia Fairy of the Flying Mirror Lake Lingxi Zhai, the Elder Zhang Wuji of the Cloud and Mist Sea Jade Palace, and the Fat Daoist Brother of the Upside-Down Mountain Right and Wrong Cave. ”

Yaoxia smiled lightly, Zhang Wuyi disdained, and Fat Suo yawned loudly, stretched his waist, and grimaced at Wang Ziqiao.

Then Wang Ziqiao straightened his clothes and bowed solemnly to the mottled and lacquered mountain god statue, but turned a blind eye to the Taoist above: "I often hear Brother Xuanming mention the talisman attainments of Qingfeng's predecessors, saying that he is supernatural and pedantic. Originally, he was still a little unconvinced, but when he saw it today, he knew that Xuanming was still humble. ”

"The small skills of carving insects are not enough to worry about. Poor Dao Qingfeng, just a Taoist boy who serves the real person in charge. The statue of the mountain god broke open silently, and out of it came a short Taoist, whose appearance and figure were exactly the same as the Taoist sitting cross-legged on the statue of the mountain god. The latter immediately turned into a thunder light purple rune and rushed into the heart of the Taoist's head. Behind him, the fragments of clay sculptures suspended in the air gathered one after another, reforming into a mountain god statue, without a single crack to be seen, and not even the wrinkled vermilion patent leather had fallen off.

Only then did Zhi Hunt really understand that the Taoist he had seen earlier was nothing more than the transformation of the talisman.

Prince Qiao stroked his palms and smiled: "Senior Qingfeng's words are hypocritical. A Taoist boy like you, there are many monks in the world who want to be a mile when they squeeze their heads. He patted Zhi Zhen, "This is my Taoist boy, people are more popular than people." ”

Zhi Kari really glimpsed that the lines of his face, which was as solemn as iron, softened.

Prince Qiao suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and then lamented three times, attracting everyone's curious eyes to focus firmly on him.

Zhi Hunt moved in his heart and immediately cooperated: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Prince Qiao said angrily: "Today, I have a fate, I can see the six grandmasters of the ten major Dao Sects of the Great Jin Dynasty, as well as the great masters of the Taishang Shenxiao Sect Qingfeng Senior, the head of the Dao Sect. When the immortals gather together, there will be a grand event. Wang is fortunate to be part of this major event that is enough to go down in history, isn't it happy?

"Join?" a sharp sneer flashed in Zhang Wuyi's eyes.

Wang Ziqiao glanced at him lightly and continued: "If you plan to set up an ambush to kill the enemy, even if you are not talented, you can also help. What if you find any peerless treasure of the Immortal Mansion......"

Yaoxia smiled at Yan Yan: "You also want to share some profits?"

Prince Qiao shrugged his shoulders and sighed bitterly: "I had to wipe my neck on the spot and commit suicide, so as not to be disgusted by you." ”

He said it funny, Yaoxia covered her mouth and chuckled, Fat Sue shook her head and said "Wonderful!", and the corners of Qingfeng's mouth couldn't help but ooze a hint of laughter.

"Cut!" Zhang Wuyi glanced at Wang Ziqiao and sneered, "I have heard that there is a wild fox Zen Fang Shi Prince Qiao, who is famous for swaggering and deception, and can only play tricks." You are also qualified to be with us?"

Yaoxia and Fatsuo were pulled by their qi engines, and they all released amazing breaths. Three strands of cold or clear spirit or jumping out of the clear qi rose up, stirring up the smoke and dust around him, the roof beams shook, and the real body of Zhi Hunt sank, as if he was pressed by a thousand jun, his eyes were full of gold stars, and the chaotic qi and blood seemed to rush out of the body.

Wang Ziqiao casually pulled Zhi Zhenzhen behind him and smiled: "Most of the time, a certain person still likes to play tricks and is happy to be relaxed. But sometimes—" he raised his eyebrows and aimed at Zhang Wuyi wildly, "and there are no blood splattered five steps, and life and death will be instant!"

Zhang Wuyi was furious, took a step forward, and the powerful Jade Emperor Xuanqiong Qing Qi was like a real thing, with killing intent as the core, and rushed towards Prince Qiao.

The breeze looks at the nose, the nose looks at the heart, quiet like a clay mountain god, and ignores everything in front of him. Suddenly, his eyelids lifted slightly, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his gaze towards Wang Ziqiao.

As soon as the huge Jade Emperor Xuanqiong's clear qi touched Prince Qiao, it was like falling into a bottomless hole, and there was no sound. One of the fierce killing intent sank into the sea, and it couldn't stir up the slightest ripple of qi.

Yaoxia and Fatsuo couldn't help but restrain their smiles, and their eyes were full of different colors. When a monk who refines his spirit and returns to the void makes a move, he often combines his spirit and spirit, and uses the spiritual power of ascetic cultivation as the core of his attack. Zhang Wujiao's Jade Emperor Xuanqiong's clear qi condensed the spiritual power of refining the gods and returning to the peak of the void, which was domineering and overwhelming, and directly destroyed the heart. Wang Ziqiao was light and light, and he was at ease, and he did not show the slightest sign of luck.

Could it be that he is a great master of refining the Void and Combining the Dao, and he has reached the realm of returning to the basics? The two glanced at each other, remembering all kinds of rumors about Wang Ziqiao, and secretly frightened, they took half a step back without a trace, avoiding the qi machine battle circle where the two sides clashed.

Zhang Wuyi was shocked and shocked, and shouted loudly: "What a rampant wild man, he dares to be the enemy of my Jade Emperor Palace!"

Zhang Daoyou was angry, and Mr. Wang had no malicious intent. "A thin hand grabbed at will, the palace door of the building was gone, and the Jade Emperor Xuanqiong's clear qi was decomposed into wisps of clear qi, returning to heaven and earth. Qingfeng lowered his palm and calmly glanced at Zhang Wujiao, who snorted and glared at Wang Ziqiao, but he didn't dare to do anything more.

Wang Ziqiao didn't care, brushed his beautiful beard, and looked at the spirit clay sculpture standing next to the statue of the mountain god, his expression was elegant and leisurely, and he was not stained with half a cent of fireworks.

Shin Shikari stared at the contours of his handsome face, deeply impressed. From the moment they crossed the hillside and saw the mountain temple, he and Prince Qiao fell into a desperate situation. On the rainy night of the third watch, the Seven Great Daomen of Dajin had a secret meeting in the wilderness, and if you think about it, you know that it is an unsightly deed.

At that time, if they turned around and ran, they would definitely die, and it was a sure thing that they would be killed.

And Wang Ziqiao first took the initiative to invite, and then drank the other party's sect, exercises, and identity one by one, which can be described as a preemptive. It seems to be friendly and polite, but it is actually an invisible deterrent. Then he made a gesture of goodwill to the most powerful Qingfeng, clearly stated his attitude, and then did not back down from the provocative Zhang Wujiao, and once again shocked everyone with his unfathomable hand. From beginning to end, Prince Joe skillfully took the initiative in controlling the situation. The most powerful thing is that he saw the delicate relationship between the Jade Emperor Palace, the leader of the Dao Sect in the past, and the Taishang Shenxiao Sect, the head of the Dao Sect today, and used it. The poison of his vision and the accuracy of his grasp of people's hearts are really terrifying.

Qingfeng glanced at Wang Ziqiao deeply: "Are you sure that Mr. wants to join us and others?"

Prince Qiao smiled slightly: "Who wants to be the enemy of the Taishang Shenxiao Sect?"

"Okay! It's rare for Mr. Gu Dao to be warm, so I won't shirk it. Fellow Daoists, with the help of Mr. in this matter, I have more certainty. Qingfeng's gaze turned on Yaoxia, Fatsuo, and Zhang Wuyi. Yaoxia and the others nodded slightly, although Zhang Wuyi was unwilling, but Qingfeng's status was not trivial, on the surface, he was the head of the Taishang Shenxiao Sect, he was really like a senior brother, and he was the person in charge of this operation, so he had to be sullen.

There was silence outside the mountain temple, and there was no opposition. The breeze casually extinguished the candles, staring at Wang Ziqiao, his eyes were white, and thunder and lightning loomed.

"I'm here to snipe the heretics!"

"An hour later, one hundred and eight Buddhist disciples will pass by and go to the Great Jin Dynasty to see King Ming!"

"This is a battle for Taoism, we must kill them all, and we will not leave any of them!"