Xuan Zhen Lao Dao pinched the magic trick with both hands, and the talisman seal immediately turned into a black Jiao with teeth and claws, the dragon was dozens of zhang long, with white teeth and forests, and the momentum of the whole body, although it was not far from the scattered immortals, it was not far behind. Mobile

There is no way, the two scattered immortal Dao soldiers of this Xuanzhen Old Dao were all killed by Mo Chen, and for a while, the most powerful talisman seal on his body was this one, I saw him stretch out his hand a little, and the black Jiao roared angrily, and suddenly pounced, spitting fishy breath, but it was towards the Qingyuan Daoist lying on the ground.

This old Taoist priest is shrewd, Mo Chen is not seriously injured, since the two scattered immortal Taoist soldiers just now can't help his body, this black Jiao at the peak realm of the Yuan Shen must also be able to take him, but if he takes Qing Yuanzi directly, he can see Mo Chen's reality at once, if he can't move, Qing Yuanzi is not immediately dead, and if he can stop the black Jiao, then there is no need to sign up, this old Taoist priest will immediately flee with Xuan Ding.

Qing Yuanzi really didn't have the strength to resist the dragon, so he could only lie there and let the dragon slaughter him now, but he still had some expectations in his heart, just now Mo Chen could kill the two scattered immortals with one blow, and he couldn't say that he could save him!

"Alas, you are killing yourself, but you can't blame me!"

Mo Chen sighed faintly, seeing that the black Jiao was about to bite Qing Yuanzi, he slowly stood up from the carriage, it hurt, it hurts, every muscle hurts, Mo Chen's eyebrows and eyes are twisted, but in the next moment, the figure on the carriage suddenly disappeared.

Rumble!

A fist that almost smashed the world hammered on the head of the black Jiao, visible to the naked eye, the black Jiao more than ten zhang long screamed sadly, and suddenly annihilated into powder, and the black Jiao was several zhang in a radius of several zhang, and the space was faintly shredded.

Mo Chen stood with his hands in his hands, standing in front of Qing Yuanzi, looking at the two Taoists in the air with an indifferent expression, he said: "There is a road in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell, you come here, it's no wonder to me!"

The bearer smashed the power of the black Jiao with one punch, at this moment, Mo Chen's momentum up and down was still very sufficient, at least the two old Daoists in the sky were already scared, and it was okay to smash a black Jiao Dao soldier of the Yuan Shen realm with one punch, at most it was the level of earth immortals, and there were many of them in the Xuanqing Immortal Gate, but the space was almost broken, and it was clear that it was only the point that the golden immortals could do.

"The seniors spare their lives, the seniors spare their lives, we don't know Mount Tai if we have eyes, and I hope that the seniors will look at the face of Xuanqing Xianmen and let me two go!"

Xuan Zhen Xuanding suddenly knelt in the air, kowtowing like pounding garlic and begging for mercy, facing the existence of the golden immortals, they didn't even have the idea of escaping.

Will Mo Chen let them go?

It would have been before, but not now, they have already started, what is there to hesitate, for Mo Chen, there is no difference between one punch and two punches, since he stood up, his injuries have worsened!

In the face of these two people's begging for mercy, Mo Chen snorted coldly, and smashed out another punch, and the violent fist wind whistled by, smashing the two people into powder at once, and their bodies and spirits were destroyed.

"Senior?"

Qing Yuanzi rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and called out to Mo Chen in surprise, is this still the Xuanzhen Daoist who almost killed him just now, it was like a piece of paper, and it was gone all of a sudden.

"Poof!"

Mo Chen didn't pay attention to him at all, and suddenly a mouthful of old blood spurted out, his face was blue and white for a while, his body fell to the ground softly, and his consciousness fell into a coma again.

Xuanqing Immortal Gate, ancestral hall.

The head of the guarded Dao Tong was little by little, almost almost asleep, in this ancestral hall, except for the sect sacrifices, almost no one would come, and it was extremely calm that the Dao boy touched the fish.

But before he could see Sister Chang'e in the Moon Palace in his dream, two of the rows of life lamps enshrined in the ancestral hall suddenly exploded, waking him up from his dream.

He hurriedly rushed into the ancestral hall, looking at the two broken life lamps and the names engraved on them, his face suddenly changed, only the disciples of the Xuanqing Immortal Sect who have cultivated to the realm of the Yuan Shen are qualified to leave the life lamps, and the two broken lamps at once mean that the two disciples above the Yuan Shen realm have died!

"Woe to you, woe to you, the lamp of life is broken, the lamp of life is broken!"

The Dao boy guarding the door immediately opened his throat and shouted loudly, and the sound mixed with mana spread throughout the entire Xuanqing Immortal Sect in an instant. After a short time, streamers flew out from the various halls of this sect and rushed to the ancestral hall.

About Mo Tea Kung Fu, there are seven or eight white-bearded old Taoist priests standing in this ancestral hall, cultivating to have scattered immortals and earth immortals, and even the two old Taoists standing at the top are heavenly immortals, and the Taoist boy who guards the ancestral hall is kneeling respectfully, and he doesn't dare to take a breath.

"Tell me, who is leaving?" one of the Heavenly Immortal Elders asked with an unkind face, he was the Great Elder of the Xuanqing Immortal Sect, and his Dao name was Mingwei.

"Great Elder Qiqi, just before the tea, the bright lights of Xuan Zhen and Uncle Xuan Ding suddenly shattered, thinking about it, thinking about it, the two of them are no longer there. The boy said cautiously.

"What, Xuan Zhen and Xuan Ding?!"

Ming Wei's old man's face became more and more ugly, and the life lamp was broken, which represented the extinction of the Yuan Shen, and Xuan Ding was okay, Xuan Zhen was a disciple he liked very much, so he died?

"Do any of you here know what Xuan Zhen and Xuan Ding went out of the mountain for?" Another Heavenly Immortal Old Dao looked at Mingwei and asked everyone, he is the true person in charge of the Xuanqing Immortal Sect, Dao name Mingye.

When he asked, an old Dao on the left side stood up, first saluted, and then said: "The descendant of Xuanzhen's bloodline was injured by Qing Yuanzi of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, and he went to find trouble with that Qing Yuanzi this time." ”

"Pure Yang Sword Sect, so bold, dare to kill my beloved disciple!"

Old Dao Mingwei was furious, and the killing intent flashed in his eyes, in his eyes, the Pure Yang Sword Sect was just a small sect that had not been established for hundreds of years, and if he offended their Xuanqing Immortal Sect, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead!

"Senior Brother Mingye, this time the poor Dao wants to go through the Pure Yang Sword Sect, so I have to ask them to hand over the murderer!"

Mingye Daoren smiled bitterly, and he said: "Senior brother, I still want to be cautious, that Pure Yang Sword Sect is the gateway founded by Emperor Donghua, although the foundation is still shallow, but it is not easy to provoke, it is not appropriate to rush to the door." ”

"What's wrong!"

Mingwei Daoist blew his nose and glared, he said: "They have backers, we don't have them, our ancestor is not a vegetarian, their Pure Yang Sword Sect is the one who killed us first!"

"Senior brother, I know that Qing Yuanzi, but the cultivation of the Yuan Shen is the fierceness of sword cultivation, and it should not be the opponent of the two masters and nephews of Xuanzhen Xuanding in any case, in my opinion, let's send someone to ask about the situation first, and then make plans. Mingye Zhenren persuaded.

"Senior brother doesn't need to say much, if you don't go, you can be in the sect, and I will bring my own people to go!" The Mingwei Daoist didn't put the Mingye Daoist's exhortation in his ears at all, and he stubbornly put down the sentence, and then swaggered outside, and among the old Daoists, three people also walked out with him.

Seeing this, Ming Ye sighed and said, "That's it, let's go and take a look together, if you really want to cause any trouble, let's take care of it." ”

He followed him, and the rest of the old Tao also followed him out of the ancestral hall, and for a while, only the little Taoist boy was left in the ancestral hall.

Yanyun Mountain, Pure Yang Sword School.

"Master, how is this senior's injury?" Qing Yuanzi asked the middle-aged Taoist in front of him with a nervous expression.

The middle-aged Taoist has an elegant temperament, cultivates a two-inch-long hair, cultivates as a Taoist, and is already the peak of the earth immortal, he is the head of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, and he is also the personal disciple of the Emperor of Donghua, the Taoist name Qingyu.

At this moment, he was twisting his beard with one hand and checking the pulse with the other, his brows were slightly furrowed, weighing the injury of the young man in front of him, that person was Mo Chen, after that battle, Qing Yuanzi ordered Zhang Yutang and others who woke up to rush spontaneously, and he first flew back to Yanyun Mountain with Mo Chen, who was seriously injured, to seek treatment.

Facing his disciple's question, Qingyu Zhenren sighed secretly, stood up, and said with an embarrassed face: "Qingyuan, his injuries are too serious, all his internal organs are broken, and he is helpless as a teacher, but his body is full of vitality, and there is an incomparably powerful mana guarding him, so he has no worries about his life, and you will go and get a rejuvenation pill for him later, everything can only depend on himself." ”

"I don't know if you saved this senior, whether it will be a blessing or a curse for our Pure Yang Sword Sect. Qingyu Daoist sighed again, although there is not much mana in Mo Chen's body, but for an earth immortal, a trace of mana of a quasi-saint is as majestic as a mountain and a sea.

This Qingyu Daoist is also lucky, Mo Chen can barely collect his own strength in the past few days, otherwise, if it is just like when the caravan found him at the beginning, the Qingyu Dao Elder gave him a pulse, and he would definitely be spontaneously counterattacked by the power in his body, and it was possible that his body and spirit would be wiped out on the spot.

Saving such a master, Qingyu Dao people were naturally a little scared, but they didn't panic, after all, there was a great power standing behind him.

"Well, aren't you going yet?" Qingyu Zhenren looked at his apprentice and couldn't help but urge.

Which Cheng thought of Qing Yuanzi, but pointed at Mo Chen and said with a worried face: "Master, look at you!"

Qingyu Zhenren frowned and lowered his head, good guy, I saw that Mo Chen's body was cracked with countless small openings, and the red golden blood not only overflowed, but as soon as the blood hit the ground, it immediately burned.

What's the situation?

Just when Qingyu Zhenren wanted to cast a spell to stabilize Mo Chen's injury, Mo Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp aura of destruction on his body suddenly burst out, pushing the two masters and apprentices out at once.

Buzz!

Just as the two masters and apprentices were retreated, the entire room and the space suddenly disappeared into powder, revealing a void space.

Qing Yuanzi and Qingyu Zhenren stood in the distance, looking at this scene like the destruction of the world in a bit of a daze, their hearts were shocked, and Qing Yuanzi swallowed his saliva and said, "Master, what kind of cultivation is this senior?"

Qingyu Zhenren was silent for a long time, and replied with some uncertainty: "Xing, Xing may not be much different from your ancestor Chunyang Zhenren." ”

For the conversation between the master and apprentice, Mo Chen didn't know at the moment, he was trying his best to mobilize the little mana in his body to deal with the trace of axe qi that kept destroying in his body, just now he suddenly shattered all over his body, and he kept bleeding, it was the power of the six-grade Qinglian Open Heaven Divine Axe overflowing, which led to this situation.

This is not the first time he has suppressed the destructive power of the Kaitian God Axe, a few years ago in the Demon Realm, after he was wiped by the power of the Kaitian God Axe, he had to carefully hide the battle between the Demon Realm Heavenly Dao and Pangu's true body, and at the same time he had to repair his body, which was much more difficult than the current situation, but fortunately, he was used to it, but after half an hour's effort, he used his mana to eliminate all that trace of power, but he had worked hard to accumulate a little mana now, and there was nothing left.

He opened his eyes, looked himself up and down, looked at the cracked skin everywhere, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, fortunately, the Xuangong body healed quite quickly, and the axe qi only broke out once in three or five days, so he could barely support it.

This trip was forcibly taken away by Dao Ancestor, but for Mo Chen, it was a big loss, he didn't get any benefits, he was seriously injured, and even the Yun Ling Pill was consumed, and even the Chaos Bell was seriously damaged, but it was slightly better than those fallen quasi-saints.

"Senior?" Qing Yuanzi cautiously called at Mo Chen.

Mo Chen raised his eyes and saw that Qing Yuanzi and a middle-aged Taoist were looking at him tremblingly, the surrounding Qionglou Yuyu, the palace was dense, it seemed that it was in a sect somewhere, and it was the station of the Pure Yang Sword Sect of Yanyun Mountain.

"You don't have to be afraid, I'm just injured, I have an old relationship with your ancestors, and I won't hurt you. Mo Chen reluctantly pulled out a smile and said.

Have an old relationship with your grandfather?

Qingyu Zhenren and Qingyuanzi looked at each other, and Qingyu Zhenren asked respectfully: "Junior Qingyu, I am the real person in charge of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, I didn't expect that my predecessors would have an old relationship with my family teacher, and I dare to ask my seniors for their names?"

Lu Dongbin's disciple?

Mo Chen raised his eyebrows, and he didn't hide his identity, he also asked this to invite Lu Dongbin over, sooner or later, he said with a smile: "Speaking of which, Lu Dongbin still wants to call me a senior brother, my name is Mo Chen, I don't know if you have heard of it?"

Lu Dongbin is one of the Eight Immortals in Shangdong, and he is a registered disciple of Taishang Laojun, and there are few people he calls his senior brother, and he is also called Mo Chen

Qingyu Zhenren's brain turned, and he suddenly figured out Mo Chen's identity, and he immediately knelt on the ground and said, "Disciple, meet the Burning Sky Great Sage!"

Burning Sage!

As soon as this name came out, Qing Yuanzi, who had not yet connected the demon clan power in front of him, also weakened his knees, knelt on the ground with a pop, and said, "Meet the ancestor!"

"Get up, get up, so many courtesies, Qingyu, you are not as sensible as Qing Yuanzi, and you still call me by my name?" Mo Chen said.

Qingyu Zhenren kowtowed and said, "It's the disciple's fault, the disciple visits the master!"

"That's right, hurry up, I think you have a way to contact Lu Dongbin's house, quickly call him to the lower realm, I have something to talk to him." ”

Journey to the West: The Great Sage of the Golden Crow

Journey to the West: The Great Sage of the Golden Crow