Xiao Qianli slowly lowered his hand, and the sound transmission stone on his collar was silent.

"Mahayana expedition to the west, sure enough, there is a Buddhist sect who refines the gods and is still empty!"

"According to what Song Shujian said, the refining gods in the Central Plains martial arts return to the realm of the void, corresponding to the realm of the pure land of Buddhism, the pure land of the Buddhas, and the land of Amitabha Buddha. The three karmas of body, mouth and mind are pure, and there is no suffering, but there are all pleasures. Therefore, it is also called the Land of Elysium. It's easy to understand literally, but what does it really mean?"

From the beginning of the foundation building realm, Xiao Qianli already knew the power of the innate martial arts master, but there were really many masters of the innate realm in the martial arts, although they had repeatedly encountered innate masters, they were all able to defeat them one by one according to the flaws of the opponent.

But in the face of the power of Buddhism in a Pure Land Realm, even if he had stepped into the innate realm, Xiao Qianli felt that he had no confidence in his heart for the first time. The root cause of this lies in the word "unknown".

Where does the other party's true qi come from? What is the essence of the exercises? What is the form of the law? For Xiao Qianli today, it is a complete blank, not only him, but no one in the Pure Yang Palace can know, and there is not even any written information, even if he talked with Xuanguan Daojun, Lu Chenzi, and Qingxu Daojun before, although the three Daomen masters are extremely yearning for refining the gods and returning to the void, and when asked about the details of the exercises, they all shook their heads and didn't know.

Xiao Qianli thought hard for a long time, and suddenly his heart moved, and he took out a book from his arms that had been dusty for thousands of years, and the pages had turned yellow and brittle.

This mental method was taken out from the land of the Dao Fall, and as soon as it was taken out, it caused an uproar among the four Dao Sect bosses, and they even did not hesitate to exchange many treasures for a look.

It's just that there have been a lot of chores for a few months, and Xiao Qianli almost forgot about it, so he thought about it at this time, and took it out and read it carefully.

It's a pity that there is no martial arts artistic conception attached to this book, and naturally it can't be analyzed by the system module, Xiao Qianli knows the characteristics of the system, so he doesn't expect to be able to learn this exercise, but intends to guess and deduce what kind of martial arts realm it is through the essence of this mental method.

"The realm of innate gods is to calm the ancestral knowledge of the gods and gather the innate skills, focusing on the 'return to the root of all wonders', and the next level is the empty stage of 'formless and phaseless', which is the closest level to the 'heaven and man combined' of refining the gods and returning to the void. In that case, I don't have a fight......"

The door of the Sanqing Hall was closed, and Xiao Qianli sat quietly in the hall, and this sitting was a day and a night.

There was silence on the Jade Void Peak, whether it was Li Chengyuan, who was still recuperating from his injuries, or the disciples who were racing against time to practice, except for the north wind howling and the heavy snowfall, the huge Pure Yang Palace was so quiet that he couldn't even hear a human voice.

The door slowly opened, and Xiao Qianli walked out, his face was calm, and he couldn't see his thoughts.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a thin figure with his hands behind his back and quietly looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

"Elder Xie?"

Seeing this familiar figure with a negative sword, Xiao Qianli was a little surprised.

Xie Guangling turned his head and said with a smile: "Is the master out of the customs?"

Without waiting for Xiao Qianli to answer, Xie Guangling had already continued: "With Xie Mou's current ability, the innate twenty-eight star arrays can send nine swords in a row, or nine swords can be used at the same time!"

Xiao Qianli was slightly stunned, looked at Xie Guangling's calm face, and immediately reacted.

When Song Shujian transmitted the message to himself, Xie Guangling was not present, but after this day and night of retreat and refinement, this elderly man with a good temperament still saw something wrong.

He waited here for an unknown amount of time, just to persuade himself to say a word: don't take risks, sit in Yuxu Peak, and use the innate twenty-eight star arrays to circumvent the world, maybe you can retreat from a strong enemy.

Thinking about the antecedents, Xiao Qianli smiled slightly, nodded solemnly to Xie Guangling, and said in a deep voice: "Elder Xie rest assured!"

Seeing Xiao Qianli's smile, Xie Guangling's mood was relaxed for no reason, and he said with a smile: "If you teach the horse, it will definitely come naturally!"

Xiao Qianli's expression was calm, and with a gentle tap on Xie Guangling's right arm, a huge golden eagle fell from the sky, carrying Xiao Qianli away in the wind.

Looking at Xiao Qianli's back, Xie Guangling sighed softly and said in a low voice: "Sect master, be careful, Pure Yang Palace...... I can't leave you yet......"

did not mention that Xiao Qianli personally dispatched, but said that Zhengci and Zhixing, two Buddhist monks, looked at the mess all over the ground now, and they really wanted to cry without tears.

Fortunately, the monk of Wushan made a move, otherwise Song Shujian finally gathered the power of the four people and gathered the power of the Innate Liuhe Dust Great Array, and that earth-shattering blow would wipe out the combat power of the two famous temples together. Rao is like this, and now the warrior monks of the two temples are only more than 20 people together, and more than half of them have been killed or wounded.

Not only that, the first Puxin Zen Master of the Panjue Hall of the Great Ci'en Temple was originally guarding the southeast, and in the previous battle with Xiao Qianli, the Huangquan was wiped out, and the golden body was damaged and has not been healed so far, and was eroded by the way of life and death of Liuhe Weichen, which was even more injured and injured, which was equivalent to directly withdrawing from the ranks of the Western Expedition.

Zen Master Wushan looked at the corpses around him, and couldn't help but sigh softly, and whispered the Buddha's name: "Good—"

Abbot Zhengci fixed his mind, bowed to Wu Silence, and said miserably: "Master, the Pure Yang Palace is so rampant, we haven't arrived in Kunlun yet, and we have already lost our troops, what should we do now?"

Wu Shi shook his head and sighed: "It's the old man who lost his mind, and he originally planned to gather in Xiping with the five temples, and then attack Kunlun Mountain on the day of the snow, but he didn't expect this master of the Pure Yang Palace to come and go like the wind, and break them one by one, if the old man expected it, the other three temples are now extremely lossy, but I don't know how the casualties ......."

Abbot Zhixing now doesn't have that high-spirited appearance, his expression is gray, and he sighs: "It's really a big killing, if this battle can pacify Kunlun, of course it's best, if not...... I'm afraid that in the future, there will be no Mahayana ...... in the martial arts."

"Can't retreat!" Before Zen Master Zhixing finished speaking, Zen Master Zhengci had already shook his head and said with a miserable smile, "The five temples have joined forces to conquer Kunlun, and I am afraid that this matter has been heard all over the world, if it retreats before Kunlun and spreads out, Mahayana Buddhism will be even more discredited, and what will you talk about in the future? Mo Daomen jokes, I am afraid that Shaolin Temple will also laugh and lose its big teeth." ”

"But......" Zen Master Zhixing stopped talking for a while, and then sighed, "Now that the Pure Yang Sect has not yet made a move, with his ability, fighting head-on, how many lives will we have to fill?"

When the Great Ci'en Temple was burned, he witnessed Xiao Qianli's three swords shattering the double golden body of Senior Brother Zhenghui.

He hesitated for a while, and said hatefully: "If you are not afraid of this person, the other people of the Pure Yang Palace will at most set up a formation for defense, make a dangerous sneak attack, and gather the power of the five temples, so why be afraid?"

The two old monks discussed for a long time, but they couldn't come up with a countermeasure, and they hated themselves for thinking too much about the Pure Yang Palace. Just when he was at a loss, the monk suddenly sighed and said softly: "This person is handed over to the old man!"

The second monk suddenly perked up, and Abbot Zhengci asked, "How does the master plan to act?"

The monk looked indifferent, and said in a deep voice: "Although I don't know what this person's true cultivation is, the old man wants to trap him, but he is only between the backhand!"

Monk Wushan smiled slightly, stretched out a finger, and said slowly, "Is January enough?"