Thunder is divided into heavenly thunder and human thunder, but even if it is the same heavenly thunder, there is a world of difference between the real thunder caused by the righteous god and the monk.

The monks in the Dashangjue Temple didn't have time to intercept it, and the jade talisman thrown by the Master Qingquan exploded above the Dashangjue Temple's mountain protection array, bringing up a golden halo, and in a trance, it seemed that the mountain protection array of the Dashangjue Temple had been repaired, but in the next moment, a purple and towering light flashed in the purple-black thunderclouds.

This is just the simplest ray of thunder, but it is this thunder light that seems to cover all things in heaven and earth, and has become the only existence between heaven and earth, at this moment, Lin Haoyu's face even turned pale, this is an oppression from the depths of the divine soul, without that strength, there is no way to resist a single bit, Su Miaoyun standing beside him is even more shaky, compared to Lin Haoyu, who has gone through great ups and downs, she herself does not have the upper hand in the cultivation of the divine soul.

Those who have risen to the top in history can either have meritorious deeds and be recognized by the way of heaven before they can ascend to the upper realm without going through the thunder law; or they have enough strength and their karma is not deep, and they can soar after being punished by thunder to eliminate disasters and eliminate crimes.

Under this light, it seems that even time is infinitely close to static, it seems that only a moment later, and it seems that a long time has passed, this purple mang smashed on the mountain protection array, and the various Buddha treasures flying out of the Great Shangjue Temple are like a blank paper in front of this light, and at the same time turn into a rain of light in the sky, and the already dim mountain protection array shook a little, as if it was bursting like foam, and several screams came from the temple. I don't know if it's the backlash of the formation or the backlash of the broken Buddha treasure.

"Choke!"

The thunderclouds in the sky had not completely dispersed, and the sound of a long sword unsheathed pierced the heavens and the earth. Ji Lingyun, who was wearing a dragon robe, held the sword in his hand, and the whole sword seemed to be a dragon. What exudes is not the kind of naturalness and elegance that ordinary Daomen magic weapons have, but a chilling murderous and domineering aura.

"Destroy rebellion and uphold the right path!"

Ji Lingyun's majestic voice spread throughout the audience, and the cold tone made people's blood boil, and there was a mourning in the Great Shangjue Temple, the righteous path, how long has it been since we have worked together to deal with a sect like this? If it weren't for the fact that the Demon Sect in the mortal realm now has an absolute advantage, and the righteous path must first stabilize the internal before it can unite with the outside world, it is estimated that only one sect of the Heavenly Fu Sect will come to the door to seek revenge, right?

Everyone grabbed the weapons and magic weapons they had in their hands. shouted in unison: "Eliminate rebellion and support the right path!"

It was terrifying enough for so many monks to stop drinking in unison, and all of them had enough True Qi, and the dark clouds in the sky drifted away one after another, and the blazing sun fell on this land that was about to shed rivers of blood again.

A group of monks fled and killed in the Great Shangjue Temple, but Lin Haoyu muttered a little in his heart, or was a little stunned. Because he remembered the martial arts chief at the gate of Xuantianguan Mountain, the status of the Great Shangjue Temple among the many sects was not slightly lower than that of the Xuantianguan, which meant that it was impossible not to have a backhand to protect the sect.

Sure enough, just when everyone was about to rush into the Great Shangjue Temple. A loud Buddha horn came out of the temple, and the voice was three points louder than the chorus of many monks: "Amitabha, please stop." ”

Between words. A warm and jade-like Buddha light came out of the temple, and a thin and withered old monk appeared in the golden light. Lin Haoyu narrowed his eyes and looked at the many monks who had stopped one after another. I looked at the old monk again.

This old monk's appearance is not amazing, but his body is by no means physical, but glows with a glass of light, the whole person is kind and kind-eyed, standing in a ball of golden light, which makes people feel enlightened when they look at it.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, and the back is the shore. The old monk spoke again, and a golden light spread from his body, heading straight for everyone, and those who were a little inferior in strength and temperament almost turned around and left because of this sentence.

At this moment, a crisp bell rang, breaking all the Dharma doors contained in the old monk's voice, and I saw an old Kun Dao holding the Dharma bell in his hand, full of anger: "What a monk, it's just a wisp of distraction left before the ascension, and the three calamities and five karma are eliminated, so you dare to stop your fellow Daoists here?"

The old monk turned his head to look at this old Kundao, his face was still a kind and kind color, and he said with a smile: "Amitabha, the Jingyun Sect's sutra rhyme has developed well over the years, and the knowledge is even higher, yes, the little monk Zhihai, thanks to the arrangement of many elders to guard the mountain gate here." ”

Lin Haoyu quietly turned his body and hid his body between the Taoist priests, Ji Lingyun took a step quietly, blocking between the old monk and this Jingyun Sect Kun Dao, nine golden five-clawed divine dragons flew around him: "Dashangjue Temple is worthy of being a great sect of Western Buddhism, and its heritage is really profound, but even if you have the fruit position of an Arhat, how can you withstand so many fellow Taoists and resist such strict heavenly rules?!"

While speaking, the auspicious clouds in all directions of the Great Shangjue Temple were swirling, thousands of Ruicai, and the large array of heaven and earth nets composed of 100,000 heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals revealed their bodies in this mist, Ji Lingyun stared at the old monk, and slowly spit out a sentence: "Immortal Dao Guisheng, I don't want to kill in vain, retreat quickly, I will spare you from death." ”

A "I" word exit, with its own heaven and earth luck, a jade seal churned endlessly above Ji Lingyun's head, bringing up a piece of purple gas, which was indescribably expensive.

The old monk's pupils shrank, and he slowly lowered his hands, Haotian Sect can call himself "I", there is only one in each generation, that is the sect master, as an old monk who was cut out before his ascension, he naturally knows the way better than others, if someone else does it, if he dares to make a move on the sect master of Haotian Sect, it is not only him who is unlucky, but the body that already has the Arhat fruit position is very likely to be implicated.

"Take a step back, how about it?" the old monk groaned for a moment, and slowly spoke, his face no longer the false kindness, but an incomparably solemn face.

Ji Lingyun narrowed his eyes, and the speed of the nine golden dragons flying around him increased by thirty percent in an instant, but before he could speak, he heard the hoarse voice of the Master Qingquan, slightly tired, but more of an irrepressible murderous aura: "Do you think that only if you have an ancestor in the Great Shangjue Temple, there will be no predecessors in my Dao Sect?"

A pale cyan halo flickered in the hands of the Master of Qingquan, and at this moment, there was a black gas on the face of the Master of Qingquan, and the hidden Taoist raised his eyebrows, took a step forward, and stopped his next movements.

The old monk glanced at the Venerable Master Qingquan, slowly put his hands together, and then said, "Amitabha, it seems that the matter here is due to the donor, so please ask the donor to make an offer." ”

The voice was very light and flat, but it contained a determination that he had never had before, this time, not only Ji Lingyun, but even the almost insane Master Qingquan also calmed down, looking at this Zhihai monk with both eyes, as if he wanted to find a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

A monk who has ascended to the Western Buddha country and at least received the status of an arhat, even if it is just a wisp of obsession cut off before the ascension, it is not something that these righteous monks present can ignore, and many ants may be able to bite the elephant to death, but before that, the number of people trampled to death by elephants will definitely not be small, and this loss is not something that many monks of the righteous path present are willing to face.

After all, even if the Venerable Qingquan disregarded the rules and directly invited a certain ancestor with the Heavenly Venerable Treasure to the lower realm, it was one thing to be allowed or not, and it was another thing how much time it would take to come down, and in this time, the old monk Zhihai was able to do too many things.

"Can you call the shots?" Ji Lingyun sneered, the top of his head floated, and the jade seal gradually revealed its true form, it was carved from a whole piece of jade, but a corner was missing, and it was completed with gold, Lin Haoyu looked at it intently, and then he could see the handwriting on it clearly - ordered by the sky, and he lived forever. This jade seal sprinkled ten thousand rui colors, protecting Ji Lingyun in it, plus the nine golden dragons that were still flying endlessly, making his whole person even more awe-inspiring.

Monk Zhihai quietly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said: "After all, it was my Dashangjue Temple that fouled first, as long as I don't destroy the foundation of my Dashangjue Temple, all requests from my Dashangjue Temple can be accepted." ”

Ji Lingyun turned his head to look at Master Qingquan, and when he saw him nodding, he said: "The so-called stop-stop knife handle is naturally better, just now I asked Xin Meng, but unfortunately it was refused, so now this price will be doubled several times." ”

"Please. Monk Zhihai said in a deep voice.

Ji Lingyun slowly raised a finger: "One, hand over all the monks of the Haijue lineage, if you live to see people die, you have to see corpses, no matter what method you use, if you don't see them within a month, there is no need for the Great Shangjue Temple to exist anymore, as for the compensation of the Heavenly Fu Sect, nothing can be more valuable than human life, so within ten years, all the newly accepted disciples of the Great Shangjue Temple must first be selected by the Heavenly Fu Sect;"

"Second, the Heaven and Earth Sect compromised for you, but they didn't make a lot of efforts, and their cost was ten times the conversion;"

"Three, for the sake of you rebels, many fellow Daoists have traveled thousands of miles to come here, and it is not easy to travel and travel, and all the income of this Great Shangjue Temple within ten years will be taken out to compensate all the sects present. ”

Regardless of the roars of many monks behind him, the old monk Zhihai pondered for a long time before he slowly spoke: "That's all?"

Ji Lingyun nodded: "That's all, that's enough." (To be continued.) )