When Shen Ling and Gulshana woke up, they found themselves in an unknown mountain forest, and Gulshana looked left and right, and even a native of Xinjiang like her could not make out where she was, because this province occupies one-sixth of China's territory and has the largest administrative area...... It's just so big that there are countless rolling mountains like this in this land!

Gulshana looked around, and suddenly looked in one direction, and she said, "It should still be in Fukang." ”

Shen Ling was stunned: "How do you know?"

Gulshana pointed: "Look." ”

Shen Ling looked in the direction that Gu Lishana was pointing, and her eyes suddenly widened, and she was stunned.

In the distance, the sky is tumbling a cloud at this time, this cloud sometimes rolls out, sometimes flows and shrinks, the cloud reveals a dark red, but this dark red is mixed with the majestic dark gold, between these two colors from time to time there are cyan and white gossamer interspersed in it, these colors seem to be mixed and intertwined, but if you look closely, they are clearly layered, even the world's most powerful color master can not call out, Shen Ling and Gu Lishana only glanced at it, and felt a terrible coercion and terrifying murderous aura rushing to their faces, even if they were far away, they were almost suffocated after just one glance。

Gu Lishana and Shen Ling both knew that it must be the battlefield of Hao Shuai's battle, and they could imagine the fierceness of the battle and the harshness of the situation from afar.

Shen Ling clasped her hands together and said in a low voice: "God, please bless Hao Shuai and them to win, please bless them!"

Gulshana also raised her right hand at about the same time, pointed her index finger to the sky, opened her thumb, and whispered: "O Almighty Allah, give us a good life in this world and a good life in the Hereafter, protect us from the punishment of Hellfire......

At this time, everyone who sees this scene can't help but pray silently to the gods they believe in, praying that the end will not come, and that light will triumph over darkness.

And just when Shen Ling and Gu Lishana prayed silently, at the foot of the calm and deep Tianlong Mountain in the distant Dongwu City, there was an endless stream of tourists and pilgrims, and the incense was steaming, these tourists who played and prayed for blessings did not know that thousands of miles away, a great battle that decided their life and death was going on tragically, and they didn't even know that there was a hidden Xuanchan Gate a few hundred meters away from them, and on the periphery of the Xuanchan Gate, the cultivators of various factions who had cultivated to the golden body guarded the various throat roads leading to the mountain, and the jungle mountain road was full of hidden traps, even a fly could not fly through here。

At this time, in the lobby of the Xuanchan Sect, a tragic and solemn atmosphere was pervasive, and the cultivators of the Quanzhen Dragon Sect lay in front of a corpse wrapped in white cloth and wept bitterly.

Next to this corpse, there was a line of corpses wrapped in white cloth, and Fakong was sitting cross-legged, knocking on the wooden fish, reciting the mantra of death for the practitioners of the various factions who had died in battle.

Although the Daomen did not believe in the monk's transcendent reincarnation, at this moment, in this great difficulty, all the sects and factions put aside their pride and prejudice for a while, and they rarely cooperated sincerely.

Wuhua looked at the body of the cultivator wrapped in a row of shrouds on the field, he sighed, and closed his eyes with a worried face, but it didn't take long for a soft voice to come from the side, Wuhua turned his head to look, but it was a delicate but sad and worried face, it was Zhang Liufang.

Zhang Liufang said in a low voice: "Master Wuhua, can we win?"

Wuhua smiled bitterly, "I don't know." ”

Zhang Liufang said: "But aren't you refining the fate and future pass?"

Wuhua sighed: "You have to understand that the future is full of fog, there are countless directions to the future, and only when we choose the right path can it be possible to lead to the place we see." ”

Zhang Liufang's face turned pale, and she was about to say something, but she heard a scream next to her, but it was Zhang Tongtian's body that spit out a mouthful of blood, and her body tilted to the side.

On the other side, Zhang Kongyun is no better, his flesh is bruised at this time, his skin is swollen as if it will be violently opened in the next second, and a trace of blood is oozing from his mouth, nose, ears and eyes.

Zhang Huashui and the others' Yang God Golden Body has not yet returned, so for a while, this hall is full of Yang God's small character cultivators, and they have not participated in any big battles, and they can't help but be confused when they see this opportunity, and they are at a loss, some are in a hurry, and some are hiding aside and secretly wiping their tears.

Zhang Liufang turned her head to look at the side, but saw Ruan Hongling was busy shuttling in the lobby at this time, she took the little foxes of the Xuanchan Sect who had never seen guests on weekdays to busily serve tea and water to the practitioners of various sects and sects, or exchange cotton white cloths, and the pungent smell of potions could be smelled everywhere in the hall.

Zhang Liufang said silently in his heart: "Jiuxiao Temple, the Emperor of the Three Qing Dynasty is above, please bless the little uncle and other senior brothers to return safely, and the disciple is willing to sit on the throne for ......a long time."

Zhang Liufang prayed silently, and suddenly felt that someone next to her touched her shoulder, Zhang Liufang looked back, but saw that it was Ruan Hongling holding the tea tray, asking her with her eyes, Zhang Liufang smiled reluctantly, picked up a cup of tea, but just about to send it to her mouth, but she felt that the mouth was extremely bitter, difficult to swallow, she put down the tea, and whispered to Ruan Hongling: "Sister Hongling, they should all be fine, right?"

Ruan Hongling glanced back, but saw that Zhou Qin was also with blood on the corners of his mouth at this time, and his face did not have to be Zhang Tongtian or Zhang Kongyun to be any better, obviously because he was on the verge of collapse because he was caught in a bitter battle.

Ruan Hongling smiled bitterly: "Yes, they will all be fine." ”

Zhang Liufang also knew that this was just a comforting word, but she was optimistic by nature, and she liked to think about things in a good place, she smiled and pretended to be relaxed: "At least we should be glad now, there is no enemy coming to our door to trouble now, right?"

At this time, no matter which sect it is, it is basically a mess, and if you kill a golden master at this time, I am afraid that the consequences will be unimaginable.

Ruan Hongling was just about to answer, when she suddenly heard a commotion outside the door, followed by a short scream, which was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears, and the remaining unharmed people all raised their heads in horror and looked out of the door.

Zhang Liufang was even more stammering, eager to slap himself hard: Why is he such a crow's mouth?

Ruan Hongling seemed to know what she was thinking, patted Zhang Liufang, who looked frustrated, on the shoulder, and said, "Don't think about it, what should come will still come, even if you don't say it, he will come." ”

At this time, in the hall, all the active cultivators stood up, each picking up the magic weapon in his hand, although his body trembled and feared, but no one retreated.

Wuhua and Fakong glanced at each other, Wuhua nodded, Fakong understood, and bowed slightly, he stood up.

In the gate where everyone was watching, a man in a gray robe walked up, this man's face was covered with smoke, his hands were in the cuffs, behind him, a disciple of the Zhengyi Sect had a big hole in his chest, and a wisp of black smoke was penetrating the wound on his chest, this disciple spat blood from his mouth, and slowly fell to the ground, and the wisp of black smoke also retracted into the robe of the gray-robed man.

Seeing this, the faces of the cultivators of various sects changed, and they couldn't help but feel a little furious in their hearts, Ruan Hongling gritted her teeth and stepped forward and said, "Who are you!"

The gray-robed man's voice was as sharp as metal rubbing, and he said, "I am a true person of the law, have you ever heard of it?"

Everyone looked at each other, and Ruan Hongling said angrily: "I haven't heard of it, what are you doing here! Why are you so vicious!"

Fadi giggled, "Haven't you heard of it, then you'll find out later!"

Ruan Hongling snorted coldly: "I don't want to know!"

The smoke on Fadi's face suddenly stopped, and turned into an angry face: "Little girl, even if your ancestor is here, you can respectfully call me a real person, what kind of thing are you, dare to disrespect me!"

Zhang Liufang hurriedly said: "The evil devil is crooked, and he dares to be rampant!"

Fadi laughed wildly, the smoke around him spread violently, and the tide generally poured towards the people above the hall, and everyone retreated in fear, seeing that this black smoke was about to rush in front of them, everyone suddenly heard a clear and loud Buddha horn sounded: "Amitabha!"

The moment this voice sounded, a golden light suddenly burst out, blocking the gate like a golden wall, and this black smoke touched this golden wall, and immediately surged like a tide, no matter how much it hit, it couldn't take a step forward.

Everyone was overjoyed, turned their heads to look, but saw that it was the abbot of Xiyuan Temple, Fakong, one hand folded, the other hand a red sandalwood long-handled umbrella, the end of this umbrella handle carved with a small golden lotus, a treasure vase and a jewel, on the dome umbrella frame stretched white and yellow silk interchange, the umbrella bone round edge hung a pleated curtain, decorated with numerous silk pendants of various colors and curtains, in the umbrella eaves of the demarcation nailed a richly decorated, A gold scroll decorated with the 21 tails of Capricorn and a peacock feather pendant on it make this umbrella look extremely ornate and look like a work of art.

After everyone looked at it, they only felt a majestic aura rushing towards their faces, and Fa Di saw the gorgeous big umbrella in Fa Di's hand at a glance, his body suddenly froze, and his voice was full of shock: "This is impossible!"

Everyone present knows that this treasure umbrella is one of the eight supreme treasures of Buddhism: the Vajra Demon Umbrella!