Seeing that the sword qi was unparalleled with one blow, the old monk's expression finally changed a little.

I saw that his figure flickered, and he appeared in mid-air in an instant, facing the sword qi that slashed him, he put his hands together and said: "Amitabha! ”

After speaking, the old monk stretched out a finger and put it lightly in front of him.

Kiss!

The waves rose, and an invisible wave referred to spread.

In the next second, the sword qi that Yang Jian slashed out collapsed and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a starry bubble scattered in the sky.

Zhu Tiancang and Yang Jian saw this scene in their eyes, and a solemn look quietly rose between their eyebrows.

To be honest, although Yang Jian was angry just now, he didn't exert his full strength, after all, he couldn't really ignore the life and death of his own sister, his purpose was just to shatter the light curtain and rescue Yang Chan.

But even so, Yang Jian didn't leave much of his hand, after all, the ban on the old monk was not weak.

But now?

The old monk only snapped his attack with a flick of his fingers, and the two sides made a judgment, and the threat of the old monk can be imagined.

Tightening the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand, Yang Jian's expression was gloomy to the extreme: "Old monk, who are you?"

Hearing this, the old monk smiled calmly, clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk Kuzhu, I have seen two emperors!"

"Bitter bamboo?"

Hearing this, Zhu Tiancang and Yang Jian's brows couldn't help but raise.

Among the ten innate spiritual roots, there is the existence of bitter bamboo, this old monk actually calls himself bitter bamboo, is he ......

Thinking of a certain possibility, Zhu Tiancang's eyes flashed, and he stepped forward and slowly raised the demon slaying sword in his hand and said: "Kuzhu, right, this emperor will give you two choices now, either you will get out of here now, or you will stay forever." ”

If the latter was really one of the top ten innate spiritual roots, then Zhu Tiancang would naturally not be polite to the latter, he was now cultivating the method of true body, but he urgently needed this top-level innate spiritual root to enrich himself.

Moreover, the top-level innate spirit root basically has a name and surname in the Three Realms, and now he actually let him encounter it, even if the latter is obviously a pseudo-saint-level existence, but Zhu Tiancang is not afraid of anything at all.

And when he heard Zhu Tiancang's words, the bitter bamboo look was a little ugly.

As a high-ranking pseudo-saint, his status within the Western Religion is also a transcendent existence, even if the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas comes to see him, he has to be respectful.

But now?

He was actually so provoked by a junior who had cultivated for less than two thousand years, how could Kuzhu not have the slightest anger?

However, when he thought of the task assigned by the two saints, Kuzhu could only forcibly suppress the anger in his heart, put his hands together and said with a smile on his face: "Amitabha, the Emperor of the Canopy said that it is funny, this matter seems to have nothing to do with you, please think twice before acting, the Western Religion is not something you can provoke." ”

After speaking, Ku Zhu's eyes looked at Yang Jian and said, "Emperor Yang Jian, when this matter is successful, you and my Western Sect will be considered related, and when the time comes, my Western Sect will definitely do its best to assist you, and even make you the Seventh Emperor of Heavenly Court!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Tiancang didn't say anything.

The meaning of Kuzhu's words is too obvious, that is, Yang Jian turned a blind eye to this matter, then the latter would support him to become the seventh emperor.

Moreover, judging from the state of the Western Sect, as long as the latter supports it, it is easy for Yang Jian to become the Seventh Emperor.

Of course, how to choose still depends on Yang Jian's own, so Zhu Tiancang didn't say anything at the moment.

Under the gaze of Zhu Tiancang and Kuzhu, Yang Jian's eyes were not moved at all, and he burst out with murderous intent in his three eyes: "What about the Seventh Emperor, this emperor doesn't care, I only have one sister in this world, you actually dare to calculate her, I, Yang Jian, and you will not die." ”

After finishing speaking, Yang Jian let out a low cry in his mouth, and between the bright eyes of his eyebrows, a surging thunder fell from the sky, and among the endless dark clouds, purple thunder surged continuously in the clouds.

Thunder and fire are born together, and with the terrifying law of fire in the outside world, the power of this thundercloud has increased more than a hundred times, and even Zhu Tiancang can feel a deep threat.

After doing all this, Yang Jian jumped up, his figure stood in mid-air, holding a three-pointed two-edged knife and said: "What about the False Saint, I, Yang Jian, fight the heavens and the earth, anyone who dares to hurt my sister will die!"

As he spoke, the three-pointed two-edged knife in Yang Jian's hand waved, and he shouted in his mouth: "Ten thousand thunders are galloping, and the unicorn is on the ground!"

Almost instantly, the roars of unicorns resounded from within the clouds.

With the purple thunder scurrying, you can clearly see that a thunder head with a head of tens of thousands of feet turned into a thunder unicorn, lifelike, and the teeth and claws bombarded towards the area where the old monk and the light group behind him were located.

At this scene, Zhu Tiancang could see clearly not far away, looking at the purple unicorn that was constantly falling from the sky, and said secretly in his heart: "Good guy, Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye is indeed the Eye of Heavenly Punishment, and the power of this thunder seems to be already wireless close to the Purple Night Divine Thunder!"

At the same time, the bitter bamboo look was also moved at this moment.

Comparable to the power of the Purple Night Divine Thunder, even if he is a pseudo-saint powerhouse, he has to take it seriously.

At this moment, Kuzhu was solemn in his heart, and said secretly: "Damn, why would a junior have such power." ”

While muttering, Kuzhu hurriedly pinched the Dharma seal, and the six-character mantra taught by the West in his mouth emerged: "Om!"

"Well!"

"What!"

"Horn!"

"Mi!"

"Huh!"

Under the six-character mantra, the endless purple unicorn collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the Kuzhu was like a void space within a range of dozens of zhang, ignoring Yang Jian's thunderous attack.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's face was hard to see.

Six-character mantra, this is the top secret art of Western teaching, but Kuzhu actually knows, and the power is so strong, this ......

Seeing this, Zhu Tiancang's eyes flashed with coldness, his heart moved, and his figure instantly came to Yang Jian's body, and said, "Brother Yang Jian, do you want to help?"

Hearing this, Yang Jian's eyes suddenly looked at Zhu Tiancang, and with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, "Brother Tiancang, does he have a way to break the six-character mantra?"

In this regard, Zhu Tiancang undeniably shrugged his shoulders and said: "What about the six-character mantra, to put it bluntly, it is just plagiarizing the nine-character mantra of my Xuanmen Taoism, and it is a nondescript existence." ”

As he spoke, Zhu Tiancang directly opened the Five Heavens, injected a steady stream of spiritual energy into his body, and took a deep breath and said, "Pro!"

As soon as these words came out, the heavens and the earth trembled, and both the purple unicorn and the six-character mantra realm condensed at this moment.

Before Yang Jian and Kuzhu came back to their senses, Zhu Tiancang spoke again: "Bing!"

"Fight!"

"Who!"

"Both!"

"Array!"

"Columns!"

"Before!"

"Okay!"

"Who!"

(End of chapter)