After a quarter of an hour of fighting, Shi Ningjun and Shangguan Wufeng were waiting quietly beside Qian Lingyuan and Great Elder Wen Xin. Although there was no distinction between them, Yi Tian relied on his pupil skills to see.

A true one.

Shi Ningjun's last move was the second of the three unique skills in the Yao Sword Technique, the 'Shocking Sword'. It would not have been so powerful had it not been for the blessing technique of the Zimu Phantom Spirit Sword that he had just hurriedly refined.

A sword mark one inch deep and three inches long was carved out of Shangguan Wufeng's defensive alchemy furnace. It seemed that the five-inch alchemy furnace was about to be destroyed.

Elder Wen Xin quietly communicated a few words with Shangguan Wufeng. After hearing this, the latter's face lit up with joy, and then he stepped aside to adjust his breath.

After seeing this, Yi Tian deeply admired the great elder's way of employing people. He would relax and give him a slap in the face. He would definitely be rewarded heavily after he stood up for the Holy Cult.

On the contrary, the teacher Ning Jun now has an intoxicated look on his face. Maybe he didn't expect that he temporarily changed his spiritual weapon and got a big surprise. After silently transmitting the message to Qian Lingyuan, the latter also had a look on his face.

A rare smile appeared on his face.

Then Qian Lingyuan asked: "I have always admired you all from the Ming Dynasty, how can this be considered a draw?"

"That's fine, fellow Taoist, you and I don't have to compete. We are all thousands of years old," the Great Elder Wen Xin replied tepidly.

"That's right, this junior doesn't dare to boast in front of the great elder, let's let the matter of discussion be over," Qian Lingyuan said, and he saw the lips of Bo Yunzi move, and then Qian Lingzong said thoughtfully.

He asked: "We have come all the way from Zhongzhou to Southern Xinjiang, and we have not yet seen the true face of the Holy Son. I wonder if the Great Elder can recommend him, so that we can see how powerful the Holy Son of King Ming was who dominated Southern Xinjiang back then.

"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in Mingwangdao remained silent. On the contrary, the Great Elder Wen Xin replied: "The Holy Son is currently practicing in seclusion. I am afraid that the infinite clone will come to see you."

"I have heard that the Holy Son is known for his Dharmakaya. Even so, could you please tell me how about asking the Holy Son to manifest his Dharmakaya in the air?" Qian Lingyuan continued to ask reluctantly.

Le Qing Dong immediately shouted: "Why are you being so aggressive, fellow Taoist Qianling? The appearance of the Holy Son of our religion is such an important matter, how can we reveal it at will?"

The Great Elder Wen Xin was silent for a while and then sighed and said: "Since fellow Taoist insists on doing this, please wait for me to summon the Holy Son, but this is the only time." After saying this, there was a hint of impatience in his tone.

Qian Lingyuan hurriedly stepped forward to accuse him and said, "Thank you, senior Haihan, for disturbing the Holy Son."

Then Elder Wen Xin took out the jade token of communication and said a few words inside, and then raised his head and looked at the sky. At this time, everyone else raised their heads and looked at the sky with doubts on their faces.

After half a moment, only bursts of wind were seen, and then the clouds and mist in the sky suddenly seemed to be pushed away, and then a twenty-foot-long body of the Holy Son with three heads and six arms loomed out.

Qian Lingyuan and the others below stared at the Dharma Appearance Body with their eyes wide open for a while. Less than a quarter of an hour later, the Dharma Appearance Body dissipated in the air.

Then Qian Lingyuan handed over his hands and apologized: "My colleagues in the Ming Dynasty have disturbed me this time. Let's take a short break and then set off back to Zhongzhou."

The Great Elder Wen Xin returned the courtesy and said: "I also hope that the two factions will avoid any entanglement from now on and live in harmony."

"Absolutely," Qianlingyuan replied, then he took out the Qianling Sect's divine traveling boat and used a spell in his hand to turn the flying boat into a size of thirty feet and floating in the air.

Then the four of them said goodbye to the Ming Wangdao people one by one, then got on the flying boat and sped towards Zhongzhou.

After the flying boat disappeared into the sky, Yi Tiancai came out and took out a compass-like spiritual weapon and handed it to Xiong Ba Tiandao: "I have tracked and positioned the Phantom Spirit Sword. You can intercept it through the teleportation channel."

Stay, just hold Qianlingyuan."

Great Elder Wen Xin also changed his previous amiable expression and said: "Does the Holy Son need me to take action to keep Qianlingyuan in the southern border?"

"No need, this time the goal is Bo Yunzi. As for that division Ning Jun, don't be afraid. I will fight with him personally later and teach him how to behave."

As soon as the words came out, Le Qingtong and Shangguan Wufeng, who were standing nearby, looked at each other and said: "The Holy Son must not take risks personally."

Who knows that Yi Tian didn't take it seriously and said: "The strength of Qian Lingyuan is almost the same as mine without using the spirit treasure. I also know most of the strength of his apprentice Ning Jun."

He turned around and looked at everyone and said sternly: "This Holy Son will never fight an uncertain battle. The target this time is the Tianyun Sect traitor Bo Yunzi, who must be eradicated. I have made up my mind, no need to say more.

Furthermore, I have summoned Tianyun Sect Xiao Linhang to activate the formation and wait for the other party to enter the urn. The arrow is on the string and has to be fired."

"Does this require me to intercept it?" Wen Xin asked.

"The Great Elder represents the entire Mingwangdao. If you move lightly, it will arouse the other party's alert. Moreover, our holy religion does not want to go to war directly with the Zhongzhou Qianling Sect at this time. But with Xiong Batian and I coming forward, it can be said that it is a private confrontation.

If you are dissatisfied in the competition and want to ask for advice again, the nature is very different," Yi Tian explained.

Everyone is now relieved, and as long as there are no mistakes in this interception, they should be able to wait and see.

Later, under Yi Tian's arrangement, everyone performed their duties and guarded the key points of each checkpoint, while Yi Tian and Xiong Batian hurriedly passed the mid-range teleportation array in Hongde Hall to Qianlingyuan.

Intercept on the way back.

Three hours later, ever since the Qianling Feizhou left the hinterland of Mingwang Dao, Qianlingyuan had felt a faint sense of uneasiness. A monk with his level of cultivation would have a three-point stronger sense of heaven and earth than ordinary people, and he also had an unusual sense of crisis.

sensitive.

Seemingly sitting around the table in the middle of the cabin, Qian Lingyuan asked Boyunzi: "What do you think of today's events?"

At this time, Bo Yunzi turned down his cloak and revealed his true face. His eyes were covered with bandages as if he had been blind for a long time. He said with a deep expression: "Senior Qianling, are you asking about the appearance of the Holy Son of King Ming or are you referring to those two people?

"

"Yes, fellow Taoist, please clarify my doubts?" Qian Lingyuan asked sincerely. If others saw such a scene, a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul would be so respectful to a blind man in the late stage of Jindan. I'm afraid few people would believe it.

"The Holy Son's Dharma is true, but according to my review of the documents left on Tianlan Continent, it is possible to condense such Dharma even if you practice to the golden elixir stage. If this is the case, the new Holy Son's cultivation level is not

Gao, Qianling Sect still has a lot of time to train a new generation of Sword Spirits to fight against them," Bo Yunzi said eloquently.

After hearing this, Qian Lingyuan felt relieved, as the other party might not be called the sect's formidable enemy.

"As for the transformed monster, although it is powerful, it is not of my race. It is also a guardian-like existence in the Ming Dynasty. There is no need to worry about it," Boyunzi continued: "But the Brahma Curse Heaven prevails and Kun is not simple. I can

I feel a strong sense of shock in him, and his strength is no less than that of Fellow Taoist Qianling."

"Fellow Taoist, is your perception wrong? Is that person only in the early stage of Nascent Soul?" Qian Lingyuan exclaimed.
Chapter completed!