Several people chased out of Baiyun Temple, and Bai Li was no longer visible.

Mingbao touched his nose, glanced at Aya, and saw her biting her lower lip and shaking her head slightly, and suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

"You can't learn any exercises without the guidance of spiritual sense, Gongju, should you just let him go on like this!" Xiang Aya frowned, squeezing the cinnabar mark in the center of his eyebrows into a red line.

"No, I know that there is a technique that can be used to stimulate Yuan Force without divine sense, but it is a little slower in speed. It was already taught to him just now. ”

"What exercises?"

Yan Rui was stunned, she didn't know that there were still exercises in the world that didn't need spiritual sense to guide vitality.

"The Great Yan Sutra!"

Gong Ju enjoyed the adoration with a smug smile, but before this smile could be appreciated by a few people, he suddenly froze and turned his head to look at the White Horse Pavilion. yelled: "Bai Li, your uncle!"

"Boom!"

In the organ room of the White Horse Pavilion, the navy blue roof was suddenly rudely lifted.

Fragmented rubble flew everywhere, some of which flew into the outer courtyard. In the middle of the night, the believers in the outer courtyard had already gone home, but the statues of the three Qing gods enshrined in the temple could not be lost in the slightest. The three statues of the gods were moved from the Baiyun Temple, and they had already had spirituality.

Everyone hurriedly used their magical powers to shatter the rubble that flew to the outer courtyard.

Immediately after, the five streamers were particularly eye-catching in the night, but they were fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, they stopped at the White Horse Pavilion organ room a hundred steps away.

At this time, Wang Zimo was already surrounded by various organs, and the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion came one after another, staring at the culprits who had demolished the organ room with happy smiles on their faces.

"Which elder's apprentice demolished this hateful organ room and did what I wanted to do for years but didn't dare to do!"

"Ahh

These outer sect disciples gloated and worshiped Wang Zimo at the same time, especially the female disciples under Xinyue Zhenren's sect, and their eyes narrowed into peach blossoms.

"Who is that kid? How dare you be presumptuous in my White Horse Pavilion!"

The disciples of the Inner Sect who came from afar naturally knew that Wang Zimo was not a disciple of the White Horse Pavilion.

"It's him, I know!" There was a little fat man in the crowd with a shiny face who looked up at Wang Zimo with envy, "I didn't expect the little junior brother to have a great talent, and he would become so powerful after not seeing him for a day!"

"Ge Baoyu, tell me quickly, who is he?"

Ge Baoyu suddenly cleared his throat with great pride and pride, "Junior Brother Mo of Baiyun Temple!"

......

"This little white face with a missing string!"

Mingbao stroked his mustache and stared at Bai Li, who was sneering, angry and funny. Gong Hu grinned and showed two rows of big white teeth, Yan Rui and Yin Yang stared dryly, looking at the Chunyuan Dao Elder and the rest of the Eight Vein Elders who were hurrying over. And Xiang Aya directly covered her stomach and turned her back to laugh.

"This is a matter of convenience, just let Chunyuan meet Mo'er!"

"What's going on?"

Chunyuan's sword eyebrows were upside down, as if he was scolding the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion, but his sharp eyes swept towards the group of unserious old things in Baiyun Temple.

A few people pointed to Mai Mang.

Over there, Wang Zimo suddenly had a wind under his feet, his round belly was transparent, and he could see hundreds of various colors of vitality scurrying around, like countless ribbons entangled together, more dazzling than the aurora overflowing from the cracked sky.

"Phew!"

A trap eagle flapped its wings and flew into the air, its dark red eyes locked on Wang Zimo, opened its mouth and spit out a fist-sized ball of light, stretched out its wings and fanned it hard, and the ball of light slammed down. At the same time, the horns of the trap ox flashed with blue light, intending to impale the prince silently.

This is not the most terrifying, the checkpoints of the organ room are opened layer by layer, and some disciples see the organ bronze man coming out of it, and they are so frightened that they turn around and run. There are also four major organs, the Liger, in the depths......

The prince breathed calmly, and the Great Yan Sutra taught by Gong Ju ran in his body for a week.

In an instant, the colorful light covered the whole body, the wind element force wrapped the feet, the fire element force gathered both hands and the palace acupoints, and the lightning and thunder all over the body were actually thunderbolts and lightning dual attributes that automatically protected the body surface.

"Chunyuan, this kid has a future, much more useful than the Chaos Stone!" Bai Li spoke straightly, so he didn't know how to be tactful.

Gong Ju's eyes lit up, and he glared at Bai Li, but when he saw him lowering his head with a dark face, his heart suddenly chuckled. Looking at Chunyuan Lao Erle's mouth cracked to the root of his ears, he was even more furious in his heart.

"Damn, what else are you hiding from the little white face?"

Bai Li was silent, and Chun Yuan took over: "The title deed of Baiyun Temple plus the six of you have been preaching in the White Horse Pavilion for ten years. In black and white, if there is a violation of heaven and earth, it will be destroyed!"

"Bai Li, your uncle!"

As a monk, we all know that once the contract is formed, it must not be violated, and there may not be good things, but bad things are very effective!

"Wow!"

But he saw that Wang Zimo jumped onto the back of the Trap Eagle, and the place where he landed just now was blown out of a big crater by the ball of light, and the Trap Ox couldn't stop and directly smashed half of the wall to pieces. Without the restrictions of the machine room, all kinds of mechanisms seem to be crazy. In particular, the Organ Tower swept its arrows towards the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion "suddenly".

In an instant, the White Horse Pavilion made a pot of porridge, but Chunyuan smiled even more happily.

"Demolish it, demolish it! This place has long been enough to live in, and everyone will move to Baiyun Temple in the future! I ......" Before he finished speaking, Chun Yuan suddenly pointed at Wang Zimo and scolded loudly: "Stop him for me, don't startle the holy beast!"

At some point, Wang Zimo actually plucked out the eyes of the trap eagle, and the two jujube-red spars were held in his hands and played.

Suddenly, the Trap Eagle was like a fly without a head, and balls of light spit out from the Trap Eagle's mouth like cannonballs, and the blew up the White Horse Pavilion Rubble was splashed everywhere, and people turned over on their backs.

The prince silently recited the Great Yan Sutra in his heart, and used his heart to channel the disordered vitality.

The clusters of colorful vitality are gradually straightened out, and although it is slow, it is effective. The straightened out vitality was temporarily stored in his body.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden mournful roar on the back mountain.

As time passed, Wang Zimo's round belly gradually disappeared. The two fiery red crystals in his hands turned dead gray at some point, and shattered into wilted powder with a slight pinch.

"Whoosh!"

With a flash of brilliance, a blazing white light suddenly erupted from the Trap Eagle, illuminating the White Horse Pavilion that had become a ruin as bright as day. The white light was fleeting, and everyone only felt that their eyes were blind for the time being, and when they saw clearly, the trap eagle had been dismantled into pieces and fell, and the culprit actually jumped on the courtyard wall of Baiyun Temple and ran away after a snow-white puppy.

"Presumptuous!" Chun Yuan's old face turned red, "Why did the holy beast run out!"

"Woo——!"

The more Wang Zimo chased after him, the more frightened he became, and the puppy in front of him looked back while running, his fat body trembled, and there were bursts of sharp ghost cries from his little mouth.

"This sounds so familiar, could it be that it was screaming last night?"

......

"Isn't the holy beast dangerous?"

Yan Rui stared at the distant prince Momo's eyes were deep.

"Da Yan Jing, why does it look a little familiar?" Xiang Aya thought hard: "Could it be Jiuli?"

"Well, the holy beast should be very dangerous, don't be accidentally killed by this kid!" Mingbao looked at Gong Ju strangely, and the eight-character beard hooked a faint smile, "Didn't you say that it would merge?

Gong Ju glanced at Mingbao, who was demolishing the stage, and his old face was hot.

He stiffened his nose and bypassed Mingbao and said to Xiang Aya: "Yes, Jiuli is against the cultivation plate, first invite the six gods, and then cultivate the five elements, and finally the yin and yang are consummatically combined into a plate." The Great Yan Sutra is also the earliest practice, and because of its slow progress, it has long been abandoned by the world. Now all I can remember are some old guys. ”

"Xiang Aya, Gong Ju said you're an old guy!" Mingbao sowed discord. "It's time to settle accounts with Little White Face!"