"Taoist Master Feihe from Liangya Mountain is also here, which is really rare."
The masked figure seems to be quite familiar with the old path on the treetops. You must know that the group of ascetics who came here rarely mentioned the past with the current practitioners.
This was the evidence that Chen Yuan obtained from Fat Taoist and Huang Shao. The master of Juling Mansion recognized Fei He at a glance, and he was the only one among the original group of ascetics.
The two elders, Guihe and Guihe, were not in this Juling Mansion. Instead, there were a few people with unknown names and origins. Chen Yuan glanced at the golden sword, silver spear and iron hook in front of the mountain wall.
Now there are two situations. The leader of the Juling Mansion cannot enter the temple. There is great magic power inside to resist him, so everyone's blood and magic power are needed. Chen Yuan can't go back to his True Lord Temple. There is a trap set by this masked man outside.
Unique array.
No, Feihe is probably close to Nascent Soul now, so I don’t dare to say whether he can defeat this sect leader. Even if he can, I can’t let him win. If he wins, I won’t be able to enter the magic circle that traps the temple.
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While I was thinking about it, the sound of flying cranes on the treetops outside the circle was like a drop of dew falling into the water.
"Haha, if you don't come here, don't you allow a villain like you to succeed?"
The words were like ripples penetrating through the magic circle, which cheered up the spirits of the languid people inside and slightly recovered. Only then did everyone look towards the treetops. An old man in faded Taoist robes raised his fingers.
On his chest, the mahogany sword in his other hand was trembling as if alive.
"Things here are nothing but one, right and wrong all depend on strength."
"Hehehe, hahaha——"
The masked man raised his face and laughed loudly, causing the surrounding trees to tremble wildly. He waved his arm violently to one side: "Master Feihe, come on!"
The moment his words fell.
The treetops in the distance swayed up and down, and the old Taoist above had jumped out of the tree. He pointed forward a little, and a light yellow light exploded in front of the masked man. In an instant, Feihe's figure turned into a
Afterimage. The masked man on the other side opened the Dharma light with one hand, moved his feet left and right, and stood in a horse stance. His whole body was filled with a faint red halo, and he looked at the approaching black shadow.
There was no sound, and he greeted him with open palms.
"Devil-Conquering Divine Sword——"
The dark figure rushed towards him, his snow-white beard was stroking, and the mahogany sword in his hand suddenly ignited with flames, and the two of them collided with each other instantly.
The flames extinguished and instantly rose into the sky. The majestic palms of the mountains turned and covered them. The shock wave spread around like a tidal wave. A circle of nearby trees exploded and broke, sawdust flew everywhere, and the lush tree cage fell down with a crash.
The disciples of the Juling Mansion used their spells to resist, but the person who was knocked over was still turned upside down. Over there, flames flew with the sword, and the moment the light dimmed, the two collided with each other again.
Feihe opened his palm and placed his palm against the head of the sword. The mahogany sword was curled with flames and stabbed into the strong palm of the masked man. It turned rapidly and made a 'ding-ding-ding' sound.
"Drink!"
Only then did the masked man shout loudly. He squeezed his hand violently, grabbed the mahogany sword and dragged the flying crane into the air by the blade, shook it in a circle, and threw it out.
Huge ripples spread in the air, with scattered leaves and fluttering Taoist robes. The flying crane stepped on the air and slowly descended to the ground. He glanced at the broken sword in his hand, threw it to the ground unfortunately, and took off the fly whisk from behind.
, at this moment, he seemed to see a familiar figure in his peripheral vision.
"List……"
The figure shook his head slightly in the crowd and said something silently with his mouth.
Feihe showed a knowing expression of relief, then withdrew his gaze, looked at the masked man across from him, snorted coldly, and then suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, sat down on the ground slumped, crossed his legs quickly, and activated his magic power.
The Qin Xu family in the anxious formation staggered closer and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing. I was accidentally plotted by a villain."
"Flying Crane."
At this time, the masked man withdrew his palms, stood there with a tall and tall figure, and slightly raised his face: "You are old, and you can't even block my third level of magic. It's better not to go out, and stay in your view."
Take care of yourself until you are old."
Saying this, he knew in his heart that even if Feihe was injured and the other party wanted to leave, he would not be able to stay.
But since he was injured, no one bothered him. He raised his hand to look at the compass of the magic circle in front of the mountain wall. The buzzing sound of the originally rotating magic circle suddenly stopped, and the condensed magic power of everyone suddenly turned into a red thread.
Fly into his palm.
When the red light suddenly flashed, the masked man clenched his fists and his whole body trembled slightly.
It was as if he was enduring the pain for this moment, and he was enjoying the magic power that did not belong to him flowing through his body.
"Haha, it should be okay this time."
He looked in a certain direction, took a deep breath, and moved forward. He didn't care about the life or death of the cultivators trapped in the magic circle behind him.
"open!"
The words passed through the mask. He raised his hand and twisted it slowly as if holding something. In everyone's field of vision, the air was distorted, as if the non-existent wall was quickly dissolving.
Suddenly, the vision suddenly changed, and the originally barren mountain revealed a green patch of greenery full of flowers of various colors, with colorful butterflies flying among them. The old pines on the cliff were covered with birds singing happily, or flying in groups into the distance.
The building, immersed in the sun, stands on the hillside, with black tiles and white walls, simple and thick. From far and near, it seems that you can hear the sound of chanting sutras and ringing bells coming one after another.
The picture-like scene made everyone stunned for a moment, but the moment the leader of the Juling Mansion stepped inside, a huge black shadow slowly walked towards the green flowerbed, swinging its tail.
The majestic horns are mossed with moss, and several birds stand on the tip of the horns to comb their feathers. The heavy hooves fall to the ground, leaving deep hoof prints that are larger than the soles of human feet.
"Moo——"
As if sensing a strange aura, a cow's cry shook the entire valley. The birds on the huge horns flew away in panic. The black shadow from the distance gradually came over, approached and became clear. It was a green cow more than two feet tall, with limbs like
The stone pillar had muscles all over its body, and its back was covered with moss. Its huge eyes looked at the masked man at the entrance, feeling the magic power on him.
The green bull blew out a stream of thick white air, and its huge figure suddenly twisted and stood upright.
The hind limbs become thicker. When the forelimbs are raised, the cow's hooves turn into four-fingered palms to grasp, and a steel fork appears out of thin air. Hold it!
It suddenly stopped on the ground, causing a circle of dust to spread.
The tall head swung its horns, the copper ring between its nose shook, its big eyes were calm and powerful, and the steel fork buzzed faintly in the air.
"Trespassing to the True King's Temple without permission, I will chop off your head and hang it on a wooden stake!"
The words of the urn sound shook, and the pervading evil spirit made people's hearts tremble. The masked man stopped, clenched his fists, and his eyes were solemn. A group of monks in the circle behind him stood up with difficulty, showing horror.
look.
It's not that they have never seen a bull demon before, but they have never seen one with such a huge body and soaring demonic aura.
He is already at the level of a demon general.
For a moment, I had some doubts about whether the person enshrined in Zhenjun Temple was a demon or a human being.