Yuqing Tianmiluo Palace, this is a place full of brilliance and fairy energy, Langhuan Garden, surrounded by fairy birds, is the entire central world, and there are few such truly otherworldly existences. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

fluttering like a feather ascending immortal, such a place, I am afraid that only the Yuqing sage Yuan Shi Tianzun, who pays attention to Taoism and recuperation, will arrange it.

However, such an immortal dojo that may not be able to be found after searching the central world reveals an extremely strange feeling.

The flying white cranes were dying in the clouds at the moment, with blood still dripping from the corners of their mouths and many scars on their wings. Miluo Palace, this seemingly unpretentious and unpretentious cultivation hall with a prosperous interior that far surpasses the Lingxiao Treasure Hall and the Human Palace, even the signboard has been broken in half, which is really miserable.

A good treasure hall is not just a signboard. Broken tiles and ruins can be seen everywhere, and the stone pillars refined by the 10,000-year-old dark iron have been broken into many pieces, scattered on the ground at random. The blood is flowing incessantly on the ground.

What kind of fairyland on earth, immortal dojo? Such a scene, I am afraid that it is the purgatory of Shura, and the battlefield of blood slaughter can be justified.

Scattered on the ground, there were broken pure glass bottles, Bagua purple silk fairy clothes with a hole torn, a yin-yang mirror with a split corner, a Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover with only three dragons left, a Tai Chi sigil that had been torn off in half, a five-fire and seven-bird fan with two horns missing, and a wooden cane that had been broken into two sections.

These magic weapons, when put outside, are all first-class spiritual treasure-level existences! Ordinary monks only need to get one of them, not to mention the whole world, creating their own career, I'm afraid there is no problem at all! It's just that I didn't expect that so many treasures would be destroyed here.

There were fifteen of them present, but twelve of them fell to the ground, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead. There was only a gray-and-white Dao-robed monk, barely supported by a giant sword, maintaining his standing position without falling to the ground.

Beside the gray-and-white monk, another white-clothed monk held a sword that almost completely hid the brilliance.

This sword is not so much a sword as an iron rod, completely devoid of the edge that a sword should have, and some are just the most basic form.

I'm afraid no one would have expected that when the Jin Immortals and Da Luo Jin Immortals present all fell to the ground, and even Yun Zhongzi, who had already entered the threshold of the quasi-saint, could only rely on the prohibition of the Miluo Palace to barely support it, a Golden Immortal would be able to hold on to such a point.

Even if he is a sword immortal, his combat power has at most the combat power of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, in this case, how can he not be damaged in the slightest?

However, he can, as long as the sword is in his hand, he is fearless, as long as the sword is in his hand, even if it is the earth or the sky, he dares to fight!

In the eyes of the white-clothed monk, a sharp light flashed, and he turned the iron sword in his hand over and lightly pointed at the person opposite.

"Amitabha, this saint really didn't expect that Senior Brother Yuan Shi would be able to teach a disciple like you. A cold word floated out of the mouth of the leading saint.

If there is anyone else who can kill the entire teachings by himself, then there is no doubt that only the saints have this possibility. Now, the only saints who have returned are Zhun Ti and Zhun Ti, who are busy killing traitors to their own religion, and are naturally responsible for chasing down those who leave at the most critical moment and share the luck of Buddhism.

"Cihang, Manjushri, Fuxian, and Fear of Liusun, after being consecrated as a god, you will enter my Buddhism, and this saint thinks that he will not wait for you, why do you use such an inferior method to divide my Buddhism's luck?" A pair of fists, squeezed tightly by the leading saint, even the sound of bones rubbing is so clear. Presumably he was already holding back his anger and not going to kill the killer.

The four people whose names he read were now Cihang Daoren, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, Fuxian Zhenren, and Fear Liusun, that is, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Fuxian Bodhisattva, and Fear Liusun Ancient Buddha in the past, all of them were abolished at this time, and the three flowers on the top were smashed by the sage with a punch, and the five qi in the chest were slapped with a palm, that is, they were immediately reincarnated and rebuilt, and I am afraid that they may not be able to save the foundation of cultivation.

Like a corpse, the Cihang Daoist who collapsed on the ground reluctantly raised his head, and said with a smile, "Joke, entering your Buddhism is just following the will of the master." Hmph, when we were teaching and luring wolves into the house, we naturally had to think of countermeasures to fight wolves. How about it, leading the saint, is this trick okay?"

Not only him, Fuxian Zhenren spat out a mouthful of blood, and said very happily, "Among us, only Teacher Randen is completely devoted to obedience, but so what? It's not death? It's not death? It's not death?

Afraid of leaving his grandson with blood all over his head, but he didn't have any fear, and said, "This time, you have infinite power to lead the saint, and the matter of bullying the junior is easy to do." Don't worry, your Buddhism is just two saints, wait, Shizun, Shifu, and Uncle will avenge me, and when the time comes, just wait for your Buddhism to fend for itself!"

Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun didn't say anything, but his resolute and resolute eyes already said everything.

"Okay, okay, since you want to die so much, then this saint doesn't have to care about the face of Senior Brother Yuanshi, you guys, let's all die!" In his heart, he had already been forced by the scene after the decay of Buddhism to attract the saint, where was there still the slightest expression of quiet inaction? A huge fist smashed straight over without the slightest smell of fireworks.

It's as slow as just an old man playing Tai Chi on the side of the street, but these exposition disciples can only watch this punch hit them, and they don't even have a chance to move and resist. The coercion of the Heavenly Dao has ruthlessly suppressed these ants who are not even quasi-saints.

The twelve golden immortals under the quasi-saint can't do it, and Yun Zhongzi, who has just entered the realm of quasi-saint consciousness, can't, I'm afraid, if Yuan Shi Tianzun can't come back in time, his group of apprentices will really be hated on the spot.

Bite!

A crisp, loud sound came from the fist that led the saint. The sword, which was almost like an iron rod, was in the center of the fist!

But how could the power of the saint be so easy to dissolve? Receiving the sage's punch, even if the coercion of the Heavenly Dao was put aside, it weighed millions of catties, and the white-clothed monk only felt that his arm was like hitting a mountain, and there was a possibility that it would break anytime and anywhere.

The white-clothed monk was ruthless, spinning the long sword one by one, and tens of thousands of sword qi poured out from his body. What emerged from a seemingly unpretentious person was that kind of sword qi that was sharp and so sharp that it was almost unmatched! And all sword qi had one thing in common, that is, shooting in unison in the direction of the tip of the sword!

In a series of dozens of tinkling knocks, the twelve people lying on the ground, among them eleven golden immortals, plus the Antarctic immortals, all spurted out a mouthful of blood, and Yun Zhongzi could no longer support it, his hand loosened, and the whole person fell to the floor.

After all, the white-clothed monk's cultivation is limited, but the golden immortal is around, under the shock of this time, the whole person was blown away by hundreds of zhang, and flew out of the Miluo Palace directly, but in the blink of an eye, he flew back to the palace with blood on the corners of his mouth and arms.

With two or three kicks, the leading saint was not beaten back, but was frightened away. Tens of thousands of sword qi gathered together, and they actually pierced a bit of flesh on his fist, causing him to drip out a few drops of saint blood.

Except for the battle of the Kaifeng gods, that time was a game between saints and saints, a duel between saints and saints, and when was the body of a saint who was high above would also be damaged?

Facing the long sword of the white-clothed monk, the leading saint even had a chill in his heart, as if in the past, in the sword array of the Zhuxian Immortal, facing the madman who fought against the four saints with his own strength between talking and laughing.

The madman, really the madman, that one is also a madman with a sword, and the one in front of him is also a madman with a sword!

"Well, well, because of you, this saint will not kill you. Among the twelve golden immortals, when did there be such a character as you?" Even if he was reluctant, his eyes were still full of red anger, and the saint could only temporarily forbear. For some reason, he always felt that if he killed the little madman in front of him, he would force the old madman to make a move. There must be some inextricable connection between these two people.

Crazy, when you can not offend, it's better not to offend, even if you have the strength to kill him easily.

"I am a simple and simple golden immortal, but at this moment, there is an endless sword light on his body, and even Yun Zhongzi, a quasi-saint, can't count the clear sword light!