"There is actually an altar to the Pure Sky in Kunlun Mountain?" Ying Feiyang and Ji Yaoyue were both surprised, but they were not given time to think at the moment.

However, he saw that the altar under his feet was suddenly shaking and shaking like an earthquake.

On the other side of the space-time rift, the Jingtian Altar under Chu Song's feet suddenly burst into splendor, and the lines on the altar seemed to come alive, exuding holy and pure brilliance.

The restlessness caused people to clamor, and the fire under the altar was lit one after another. Several teams of people guarding the altar wanted to climb up to the altar to inspect the situation. Judging from the clothing and dress, they were Taoists of the human world.

"Oops, why are you making a fuss at this time?" Ying Feiyang complained in his heart.

When I was in a dilemma, I suddenly heard a muffled voice behind me, "Follow Lord Buddha quickly!"

Then a pair of rough hands grabbed the wrists of Ying Feiyang and Ji Yaoyue. The hair all over Ying Feiyang's body suddenly exploded. He didn't know anything about someone suddenly appearing behind him. It wouldn't be difficult to kill him!

Sensing the crisis, Ying Feiyang and Ji Yaoyue instinctively drew out their swords to attack the incoming attacker. Although they did not deliberately cooperate, there was a tacit understanding once they struck.

"Two bastards, they don't know what to do!" The visitor couldn't help but said angrily. At this time, Ying Feiyang could see the appearance of the visitor clearly. He had rough hands and feet, a rough appearance, and a bald head.

The great monk I met by chance at the foot of Kunlun Mountain a few days ago.

Although they only met once, the monk's free and easy and free-spirited attitude left a deep impression on Ying Feiyang. It turns out that he is also a man who plays with the world. Considering that he had no malicious intention in his attack, he couldn't help but slow down his attack.

But at this time, the firelight accompanied by the sound of scattered footsteps had climbed up the stairs and was close to the top of the altar.

"It's too late to leave! Come on, we can only try our luck! You squat down" but the monk sighed, and then he pulled out his dirty cassock. The cassock instantly rose up in the wind and wrapped around Ying Feiyang and Ji Yaoyue.

The monk said again, "Come here too." He stretched out his big hand and grabbed it into the space-time rift. If there was invisible suction on his hand, Chu Song was involuntarily sucked out.

The moment the body came out, the monk wiped it with his hand, and the space crack was wiped away with this hand.

Before Ying Feiyang could marvel, the monk threw Chu Song towards him, and then squatted down together. The cassocks were wrapped around them in layers, wrapping the four of them tightly like rice dumplings.

Ying Feiyang was unable to move immediately. The big monk was standing close in front of him. The monk had not taken a shower for an unknown number of days. The sour smell of sweat could not stop entering Ying Feiyang's nose, but he could not even turn his head.

Behind him were the two demons Chu Song and Ji Yaoyue. The two demons' delicate bodies were pressed against his back. The girl's unique softness and elasticity were undoubtedly revealed. The two completely opposite experiences, one in front of the other and one in the back, made him feel like he was falling into ice and fire.

Although he was wrapped in a cassock, strangely enough, Ying Feiyang's vision was not affected at all and he could still see clearly.

Then I saw that several groups of human beings had climbed to the top of the altar. The man who looked like the leader raised his chin and said, "Let's see what's going on?"

Seeing the Taoists scattering to search, Ying Feiyang's heart couldn't help but rise to his throat. But what surprised him was that a Taoist priest walked past them, but turned a blind eye to them, as if they didn't exist at all. Ying

Feiyang naturally understood at this moment that this tattered cassock looked ordinary, but it was actually a magic weapon that concealed his whereabouts.

After searching to no avail, the leader waved his hand, and the Taoist priests lined up again. At this time, they saw a middle-aged man stepping onto the altar.

The man has a full heaven, a square pavilion, and a dignified appearance. He looks noble like a high official in the court, but he is Yan Shiyuan, the master of the human world.

The enemies were extremely jealous when they met. Apart from Di Lingtian, the main culprit of Master's hatred was Yan Shiyuan, the master of the human world. Now that his enemy was right in front of him, Ying Feiyang couldn't help but his eyes turned cold, and a cold light shot out.

Yan Shiyuan's face suddenly became serious. After looking around for a week, he asked his subordinates: "What happened?"

"Boy, restrain your murderous intent!" Suddenly a voice came from Ying Feiyang's heart. It was the voice of a monk. Ying Feiyang immediately felt a chill in his heart. He knew that a master like Yan Shiyuan had sharp six senses. He was trapped in the enemy camp at this time, not for revenge.

When he did, he quickly calmed down and dissipated his murderous intention.

The leader replied: "There is nothing unusual. Now that the altar is about to be completed, the spiritual veins of Kunlun Mountain are disturbed, so shaking occurs from time to time."

Yan Shiyuan nodded, but closed his eyes. Suddenly, a force of energy spread like a spider web and spread over the entire altar.

At this time, the great monk began to mutter something. Although he only moved his lips but no sound was heard, his cassock seemed to be tightened a bit due to the influence.

Yan Shiyuan's Qi touched them, but it passed through them, just like passing through the air. The exploration was fruitless. Yan Shiyuan's eyes opened, and the Qi receded like a tide. Then he said to the leader: "You are'

Birth, old age, sickness and death, Zhou Changsheng's subordinate among the four great sages?"

The leader said: "Yes, they are under the command of Venerable Sheng."

Yan Shiyuan glanced at him and said: "The Jingtian altar is under the care of Venerable Sheng. It can be said that the responsibility is heavy. How come there is no movement and he doesn't come to visit?"

The leader sweated and said: "This...the batch of Shu blood monsters that followed the demon wolf are now sent to the human world for brainwashing. Because there are too many of them, Master Sheng must be too tired. In addition, the altar has been agitated recently.

It happens often, and we are accustomed to it, that’s why Venerable Sheng didn’t come..."

Yan Shiyuan chuckled lightly and said: "It seems that Venerable Sheng takes good care of you, and all of you who are subordinates will speak for him?"

The leader hurriedly sweated and said: "I don't dare, I'm talking nonsense..."

Yan Shiyuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Forget it, I won't embarrass you anymore. The gang of Shu blood demons will continue to deal with it, but the defense here cannot be relaxed. Okay, you can continue patrolling."

After saying that, Yan Shiyuan turned around and left, and the other human Taoists pretended to patrol again and got off the altar.

The top floor of the altar was empty again, and a few people were about to breathe a sigh of relief.

But I heard Ying Feiyang say softly: "Pay attention, don't relax!"

Ji Yaoyue and Chu Song immediately held back their anger.

Then, a figure suddenly flashed across the altar. It was Yan Shiyuan who had gone and returned. Yan Shiyuan made a little effort, and his energy spread again.

Only then did the two girls realize that Yan Shiyuan was just pretending to leave. If he had been careless just now, he might have exposed his flaws by now.

After searching again to no avail, Yan Shiyuan finally let down his guard, "There seemed to be a hint of murderous intent just now...Am I being overly concerned?" Yan Shiyuan muttered to himself, then shook his head and flew away.

"What a cunning and cunning guy. I was almost deceived by him. It's all thanks to you, Brother Ying." Chu Songcai said with lingering fear after confirming that Yan Shiyuan was completely gone.

Ying Feiyang said with shame: "It was me who accidentally revealed my murderous intention. Fortunately, he was not discovered at last... It should be said that it was all thanks to this great monk." It was also he who had had several confrontations with Yan Shiyuan in the past few years, so he knew

This man was cunning and suspicious, so he didn't show any flaws.

At this time, I heard the great monk say: "You are grateful. Is this the place to talk?"

After that, he took out his cassock, rolled up Ying Feiyang and others, carried them on his back like a package, and jumped down from the high platform.

Although the monk was tall and tall, his movements were lighter than that of a cat. His movement skills were definitely second to none among the people Ying Feiyang had ever seen. He easily avoided the guards, turned around a few times, and ended up in a courtyard near the altar.

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The surrounding buildings all have a simple and elegant Taoist style, but this place is full of human touch. The courtyard is densely packed with wind-proof fur tents, and the snoring sounds in the tents come and go, like a community of herdsmen gathering.

The monk then put Ying Feiyang and the others down, but saw that all three of them looked embarrassed. Ji Yaoyue and Chu Song's pink faces were even stained by red clouds. Even though it was only night, they could be seen as red as fire.

"Hey, Lord Buddha has worked hard to carry you, but you are allowed to enjoy the blessings of others." The monk grinned and responded to Feiyang.

Ying Feiyang and the two women were crowded together, and the bumpy road was inevitably close to each other, and their ears and temples were rubbing against each other. Ying Feiyang looked embarrassed, and laughed and cursed: "The great monk knows how to talk!"

"That's right, it has nothing to do with me. Sister Ji will be jealous if you talk nonsense like this..." Chu Song hurriedly hid behind Ji Yaoyue and drew a clear line with Ying Feiyang.

"You damn girl, you have nothing to do with me!" Ji Yaoyue was so angry that she threw away Chu Song's hand and turned her pretty red face to the side.

Ying Feiyang hurriedly changed the topic and bowed to the monk: "Thank you so much, monk, for helping me this time!"

The monk looked at him up and down and said, "Buddha saved your lives? You still call me great monk?"

Ying Feiyang smiled and said: "Didn't the great monk say before that the title doesn't matter. I can't call you the great monk before you show your skills, and I will call you the master after you show your skills."

The monk praised: "Haha, the Sword Crown Disciple is indeed interesting. It is worthy of Buddha's help."

Ying Feiyang's face changed slightly and he said, "Does the great monk know my identity?"

"It's not just you. This girl is Ji Yaoyue from Tianxiang Valley." The monk pointed at Ji Yaoyue and said, "I didn't know it at first, but after watching you use the Yu-Breaking Sword and the Zhou-Destroying Knife, I naturally understand everything.

Yes. I heard that Lu Tianlan gave you the spirit of the Yu-Breaking Sword and the Universe-Destroying Sword. Hey, he does know how to pick people!"

Thinking that the Universe-Breaking Sword and the Universe-Destroying Knife were both Buddhist artifacts, Ying Feiyang couldn't help but said in embarrassment: "I am ashamed of myself for occupying a Buddhist artifact..."

The monk waved his hands and said: "What kind of artifact, just a few troublesome objects, Buddha didn't bother to care about it, but you are so brave, you dare to break into the Vientiane Heavenly Palace! Fortunately, you just disturbed Yan Shiyuan, if Di Lingtian comes, it will be

Lord Buddha will fall here!"

"Is this the Wanxiang Celestial Palace?" Ying Feiyang was shocked. Although it was normal for the opening of the crack to shift, but when it moved to the Wanxiang Celestial Palace, the core of the Six Paths of Evil Destruction, Ying Feiyang could only secretly sigh that he was unlucky. Then he asked: "Then

Great monk, why is there this altar here, and why are you here?"

The monk said matter-of-factly: "Whatever the altar is, since it is here, it was built naturally. As for why I am here, Lord Buddha, of course I have no place to eat. I am rushing to recruit workers to build some bullshit altar, so I took two

The strength in your arms can be exchanged for food."

"Liar!" Ying Feiyang rolled his eyes in his heart, but didn't ask any more questions.

But I heard the monk say: "You are here, don't hang around here and enjoy the breeze. Go in with Buddha and talk to him. Oh, by the way, when you meet other people, just shut up and don't speak."

The monk led Ying Feiyang and three others into a group of tents, only to see a bonfire burning in a bunch of tents. Several men who looked like herdsmen were drinking sour kumiss around the bonfire.

One of the grey-bearded herdsmen was not surprised when he saw Ying Feiyang and others. Instead, he said with a familiar look: "Hey, you two pee together? You have been peeing for such a long time, if you didn't know that the immortal would look down on you."

With all the information you have, I thought you were having a private meeting with the fairy on this mountain!"

Ji Yaoyue and Chu Song couldn't help but feel annoyed when they saw that he spoke vulgarly, but the monk was obedient and didn't dare to speak, but they wondered in their hearts: "Did these guys mistake us for someone else?"

The monk also looked vulgar and said: "Why are you guys still up here in the middle of the night and warming yourself by the fire? I think you are just thinking about your love and can't sleep in the middle of the night!"

The herdsmen all said, "That's nonsense. We were woken up by the commotion just now. We didn't wake up at this time, nor did we sleep. So we got up to warm ourselves by the fire. I just happened to tell everyone about Wei Wushuang, a member of my tribe."

The young herdsman laughed and said: "That's right, Uncle Ba Tuo is talking nonsense again. He has to say that Wei Shenxian is one of his tribesmen!"

That Batuo rolled his eyes and said: "Who are you talking nonsense to? That Wei Wushuang did come from our clan! When I was a child, I played with him."

The young herdsman humiliated him again and said, "Uncle Ba Tuo, don't be ashamed to brag! If Immortal Wei is from your tribe, why have we been here in this Immortal Palace to help him build that altar for so long, and the Immortal has never come to see you?"

When Ying Feiyang heard this, he understood in his mind that the herdsmen at the foot of the mountain had been requisitioned to build the Jingtian Altar, but they did not know that the Wanxiang Heavenly Palace had changed owners and Wei Wushuang had sealed himself in stone. Now they were actually helping the Six Paths of Evil Destruction.

It's no wonder that both the Taoists in the human world and the disciples of the Wanxiang Heavenly Palace are all unattainable in their eyes.

But I saw Na Ba Tuo take a sip of wine and said seriously: "Hey, how about saying that Wei Wushuang is a god and I am a mortal? He is different from us since he was born..."

Ba Tuo's eyes gradually became distant, and Ying Feiyang couldn't help but be startled. Looking at him, he looked like he was lost in memories, "Is Wei Wushuang a member of his tribe?" Ying Feiyang was also curious in his heart, and regardless of whether it was true or not, Quan stopped and listened.

yes.

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