Lu Qian soared into the sky, riding on the clouds and suspended in the air. A green light mirror flashed in front of him, illuminating an image near the great bend of Bailong River in Bailong City.
The Condor, Joy, and Nine Dragons, three Buddhist and Bodhisattva-level powers gathered together. The round light technique used by Lu Qian was very crude. Obviously, his behavior of spying on the movement there would definitely be discovered!
But inside and outside Bailong City, there are at least 90,000 true immortals from the Buddhist and Buddhist families who are similar to what Lu Qian did!
Ninety thousand true immortals are watching...
This is no longer called ‘peeping’, this is called ‘spectating in a dignified manner’!
Can you refuse the crowd of ninety thousand true immortals?
Not even the Condor Monk is willing to do such a thing that would arouse public anger.
Therefore, Lu Qian simply placed a small coffee table on the cloud, poured a pot of fragrant tea, drank tea with a smile and watched the fun.
A large group of bald monks blocked that section of Bailong River. Lu Qian carved it with his own hands. The white wooden sword that chopped into pieces the monk's body was imprisoned by a ray of snow-colored Buddha light and was suspended in front of the condor monk.
The condor monk's eyes flickered, and wisps of Buddha light erupted from his eyes, analyzing the wooden sword bit by bit.
Lu Qian's craftsmanship in making weapons was very rough.
He didn't refine any good stuff himself. The swords, guns, and armors he got one after another were either made by Shenzui monk and a group of old monks from the extremely holy Buddhist sect, or they were made by Yuan Ling.
The Yuan Fei is refined in the underground lung furnace of Tianjian City.
This wooden sword is just a disposable thing.
Lu Qian used his immense mana to forcibly seal the secrets of the great avenue that he had comprehended into the wooden sword. Like a highly concentrated and highly compressed bomb, it exploded with overwhelming power in an instant, using overwhelming violence and force.
Kill the Snow Cliff Monk.
However, the "Yiqi Sutra" practiced by Lu Qian was derived from the three-eyed figure. It is profound and mysterious, far beyond the imagination of ordinary immortals. Therefore, although the refining method of this wooden sword is very rough and very poor
, but the mystery of the avenue contained in it is extremely lofty and subtle, which makes the condor monk become more and more frightened as he looks at it!
In the wooden sword, the laws of Taoism and Rhythm are as natural as works of art. The strands of Taoism and Rhythm are perfectly intertwined, and they follow some kind of 'law' that even exceeds the current state of the condor monk.
This extremely fragile wooden sword, which was just an ordinary plum tree branch, exploded with power enough to kill a true immortal.
Just like the most common saltpeter, sulfur and charcoal, the three are completely harmless when separated.
But when these three raw materials are broken into pieces and mixed together in a certain proportion, they can explode... with a 'boom', a terrifying power that can shatter people into pieces!
In this white wooden sword, those laws of the Great Dao that are not highly understood are like ordinary raw materials.
Taken alone, any one of them cannot cause too much damage to the Snow Cliff Monk.
But these Great Laws, such as Hunyuan, Liangyi, Four Phases, Five Elements, and dozens of other scattered Great Laws are mixed together with this superb technique, and the power that bursts out in an instant makes this moment
The condor monks all felt frightened.
"This inheritance..." Monk Shenjiu did not even look at the Joyous Bodhisattva, but directly asked the Venerable Jiulong: "You, who have been stationed in Dalong Ridge all year round, have seen countless Taoist immortals, have you ever seen such methods?
"
Lord Jiulong shook his head firmly.
He had never seen such a subtle and wonderful magical power and secret technique before.
Venerable Jiulong is also well-informed. He also knows many great Taoist immortals with profound Taoist practices and exquisite magical powers. However, none of the methods of those great immortals can compare with the method revealed in the wooden sword in front of him.
The owner of this wooden sword is not very strong in cultivation.
But his Taoist skills are far superior to those of the great Taoist immortals.
"Which family's Taoist lineage is the true inheritance?" The condor monk gritted his teeth and was so angry that his body was trembling slightly: "Your junior brother came to Bailong City to play, and you didn't accompany me to protect him... Senior brother, how did you do it?"
Master Jiulong glanced at Monk Condor and said calmly: "I have never been interested in the games that junior brother plays. So... is it possible, master, that you want me to be your disciple and watch him play those games in front of him?"
No-cover-meeting?”
The condor monk stared at the Nine Dragons Master.
The eyes of Master Jiulong were glowing with a silvery white luster, and he stared straight into his master's eyes without fear.
The two masters and disciples looked at each other for a long time, and then Monk Condor sneered: "You have to investigate this matter to the end! You hold this sword... In this White Dragon City, you have to hunt down the murderer with all your heart."
Before Venerable Jiulong could speak, Monk Condor had already waved behind him: "Xue Xiao, you stay in Bailong City and help your senior brother Jiulong track down the murderer. The murderer wants to be seen alive and dead...your senior brother
I've always been kind-hearted, so you need to help me more with this matter!"
Behind the condor monk, there is a man who is about one foot and three feet tall, as skinny as a bamboo pole, with thin lips, narrow eyes, and a big aquiline nose sticking out from the two high cheekbones. He looks quite vicious and sinister.
, a monk in white clothes who looked to be in his early thirties slowly walked out, clasped his hands together, and silently bowed to Jiulong.
Straightening up, Monk Xue Xiao grinned: "Master, don't worry, no matter who hurts Junior Brother Xue Ya, I will definitely find him and cut him into pieces with a thousand knives, and kill him..."
Lord Jiulong snorted heavily.
Monk Xue Xiao shook his body, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.
He looked at Lord Jiulong in shock, and the smile on his face no longer disappeared.
"Junior Brother Xue Xiao, a disciple of Buddhism, don't have the opportunity to practice speaking." Venerable Jiulong took a deep look at Monk Xue Xiao and said calmly: "Countless fellow Taoists are watching, but you don't want to leave our Dami Jinlun Temple.
This reputation will prevent others from thinking that our Dami Jinlun Temple is a den of robbers."
As soon as Venerable Jiulong said these words, the Joyous Bodhisattva on the side laughed. He just laughed. While laughing, his branches were trembling wildly, and his right hand seemed to be casually supporting the condor.
On the monk's arm.
"Hey, senior brother, what Jiulong nephew said is very interesting. Is your Dami Jinlun Temple a den of robbers?"
The condor monk's face became extremely ugly.
He pointed fiercely at the Nine Dragons Venerable, flicked his sleeves, and threw the Joyous Bodhisattva staggering. A cold wind under his feet picked up countless ice crystals, turned into a very bright cloud of light, and shot straight into the sky.
flew towards the direction of Jiulong Cave.
Joyous Bodhisattva hurriedly raised the clouds and chased after him: "Brother, brother, walk slowly, walk slowly...Brother, I have another piece of news to share with you. You have great wisdom and great supernatural powers. Maybe you can communicate with me."
What?"
"Senior brother, I have a boy who serves incense named Yin Xiu. He was also killed by Taoists with the Liangyi Divine Thunder... He and Senior Nephew Xue Ya were close friends who hit it off instantly. Do you think this matter will happen?
Is there anything involved?"
Then I saw that the speed of the Condor Monk's cloud light suddenly slowed down.
Joyful Bodhisattva chased after him with a smile, and hurriedly walked side by side with the condor monk. He put his lips with light red rouge close to the condor monk's ear, chatting in a nonchalant manner, and walked together towards the direction of the Nine Dragon Cave.
went.
Beside the Bailong River, Monk Xue Xiao saluted Master Jiulong: "Brother, how should we investigate this matter? Is the murderer in the city?"
Venerable Jiulong clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist chant: "The murderer must be in the city. He left this wooden sword behind, so let's follow the diagram according to the sword energy remaining in the wooden sword!"
The next moment, the voice of Venerable Jiulong resounded throughout the city: "Fellow Taoists, please cooperate. All Taoists are asked to come to the air for a while, hand over a ray of immortal power, and let the young monk do a comparison."
Venerable Jiulong's voice was extremely soft: "It is related to the attack on Junior Monk Brother. Junior Brother Xueya is the only true Buddhist disciple of Junior Monk Master. He was attacked in our White Dragon City. This matter must not be let go. Therefore, I would like to thank you all for your help."
Fellow."
Lines of cloud light rose into the sky.
In White Dragon City, whether they were resident or passing by, all the powerful beings at the level of true immortals flew into the sky one after another.
Master Jiulong and Monk Xue Xiao also flew into the sky with a large group of monks from the Dami Jinlun Temple. The wooden sword was suspended beside them, emitting wisps of abnormally cold sword energy.
A large group of true immortals flew past them one after another, holding in their palms wisps of agile immortal power with different colors and breaths.
Master Jiulong and Monk Xue Xiao used their magical powers to carefully identify the qi of these true immortals, but found that none of them had the same qi as the remaining sword qi in the wooden sword.
True immortals act very quickly.
It only took a quarter of an hour to compare the qi movements of more than 100,000 true immortals.
However, all the true immortals in the city have been compared, and no one is the owner of the white wooden sword!
Master Jiulong and Monk Xue Xiao were at a loss at the same time.
Monk Xue Xiao looked at Venerable Jiulong with some suspicion: "Brother, are you sure that the murderer did not escape from the city? This White Dragon City has no restrictions at all inside and outside. It is a city where people can enter and exit freely. If so
There are people whose cultivation far exceeds that of senior brothers, I’m afraid..."
Lord Jiulong glanced sideways at Monk Xue Xiao.
A terrifying pressure was like a big snow mountain crashing down on his head. It shocked Monk Snow Owl, who had reached the 29th level of cultivation, and trembled all over. Blood oozed out of his seven orifices at the same time.
Monk Xue Xiao exclaimed in a hoarse voice: "The Bodhisattva realm...yes, yes, it's my junior brother who speaks indiscriminately, it's ridiculous."
Monk Xue Xiao looked at Venerable Jiulong in shock. He really didn't expect that Venerable Jiulong, who was not famous among the many disciples of Dami Jinlun Temple, had actually crossed the threshold of the Bodhisattva realm!
In this case, with the foundation of Jiulong Venerable, only a great Bodhisattva or a powerful Buddha-level person would be able to escape from White Dragon City leisurely without disturbing Jiulong Venerable.
But would a great Bodhisattva or Buddha come to assassinate Snow Cliff Monk for no reason?
Do you have free time?
In particular, although the aura in this white wooden sword is exquisite, the sword owner's cultivation level is obviously not very high...
So...
"Extremely clever hiding method?" Monk Xue Xiao's face was gloomy: "Dash the whole city, don't worry about disturbing the people... Senior brother is sitting in the clouds, leave such trivial matters to me, junior brother!"
Monk Xue Xiao led a large group of monks from the Dami Jinlun Temple and rushed to all parts of Bailong City.
One day and one night later, Master Jiulong and Monk Xue Xiao were at a loss again - they searched Bailong City, and no one had anything to do with this white wooden sword!
The sword master who assassinated the Snow Cliff Monk was as if he didn’t exist!