Yun Qiyou pushed Ye Xiaochuan into the cave, and stood in front of the cave alone with a sword. Looking at the kind smile in the sky, it gave people the impression that a kind old teacher was giving a kind smile to his students.
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However, Yun Qiyou knew very well what was behind the smile.
She looked at the senior elders of various righteous sects not far away. Those people knew the identities of Changkong and the others, but no one came forward. It really fulfilled that sentence. There are no eternal enemies in the world, only eternal enemies.
Benefit.
Yun Qiyou estimated that these righteous seniors in the valley all had the same idea as the Demon Sect, which was to capture him and Ye Xiaochuan. However, due to their status, it was inconvenient for him to do it himself, so he quietly watched from the sidelines as the Demon Sect's people took action.
She snorted coldly in her heart, the Zhanchen light in her hand gradually lit up, and she was ready to fight to the death.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a hoarse voice came from the darkness.
"Zhan Chen? Nvwa, are you a disciple of Cangyun Sect?"
The sound was very illusory, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and I didn’t know where it came from.
Yun Qiyou said calmly: "Yun Qiyou, the thirty-eighth generation disciple of Cangyun Sect."
Ye Xiaochuan suddenly stuck out his head and shouted: "I am Ye Xiaochuan!"
Ye Xiaochuan's style of doing things is to lose even if he loses. No matter how scared he is, he always has to show an extremely arrogant face when facing his opponents and overwhelm them with his momentum.
The situation is very bright now. Yun Qiyou can't beat anyone who appears in the valley. Since there is a chance of misfortune tonight and a narrow escape from death, he will risk it all. It's a pity that Yun Qiyou will be hurt.
Two blue rays of light fell in the valley, transforming into two white-haired old men wearing gray shabby robes. These two old men had a Taoist spirit and strange bones. At first glance, they were masters who had practiced Taoism for many years.
One of the old men said calmly to Changkong: "This is my disciple of Cangyun Sect, fellow Taoist Changkong, what are you going to do?"
Changkong looked at the two old men who suddenly appeared with a smile on his face and said with a smile: "It turns out it's you two guys. Back then you were just inconspicuous people in Cangyun Sect, but now you are qualified to talk to me face to face. What, you thought
Is it your senior brother Yun Yazi?"
The two white-haired old men snorted at the same time.
Another old man said: "If Senior Brother Yun Yazi were here, how could I allow you to be so presumptuous? Three hundred years ago, Senior Brother went deep into the wilderness alone with a sword and defeated more than ten masters of your demon sect in a row. Not only you, the right envoy
, even the chief envoy on the left and the five flag masters of the previous Five Elements Banner were defeated by the sword of the senior brother one after another. I really don’t know how you got into the position of the chief envoy on the right. Is there no one in the demon sect?
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The smile on Changkong's face did not diminish at all, and he did not seem to be angry at all. He smiled and said: "I haven't set foot in the middle-earth for hundreds of years, and I haven't fought with anyone for hundreds of years. It seems that I will replace Yun Yazi tonight.
The old man needs to teach his two incompetent junior brothers a lesson."
In the cave above, Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan were shocked to hear that the two gray-haired old men who suddenly appeared turned out to be the seniors of Cangyun Sect. According to their seniority, they should be called uncles.
The three Kunlun monsters have no intention of taking action. The three old ladies in Piaomiao Pavilion are also weak and need to close their eyes to rest. Obviously, they will not get involved in the struggle between Cangyun Sect and the Demon Cult.
But at this moment, a Buddha's name came from the distant sky, and the entire dark sky suddenly lit up.
In the night sky, a huge old monk's figure appeared. The old monk's figure was so big that it almost covered the entire world.
"Amitabha, Mount Sumeru is an important place for Buddhism. All the donors have come from afar. Why don't you come to our temple to drink a few cups of bitter tea and read a few Buddhist scriptures?"
Everyone looked at each other, many of them were shocked that this old monk's Buddhist teachings could transform such a huge body, which was definitely no small matter.
An elder of the demon sect must have a bad temper. He said angrily: "Where did you come from, old bald donkey? Don't pretend to be a ghost here. If you have the ability, come out and fight with your grandfather..."
"Snapped!"
Before he finished speaking, Changkong beside him slapped the demon sect elder in the face.
The smile at the corner of Changkong's mouth disappeared completely, his expression was solemn, and he looked deeply at the huge figure of the old monk in the sky.
He said: "There is no way to have no form, no self, no emptiness. I have seen the formless monk in the sky!"
As soon as these words came out, except for the two young disciples Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou who were confused, the other good and evil elders in the valley were all shocked. The elder of the evil sect who was unconvinced by being slapped by Changkong just now,
When I heard the words Wuxiang Divine Monk, my legs suddenly trembled.
Yun Yazi of Cangyunmen, Wuxian of Xuantian Sect, Master Wuxiang of Kashyapa Temple in Piaomiao Pavilion, Old Man Zhuxin of the Wilderness Temple, Xuan Kong from Jixiang Temple, and Feng Ling from Piaomiao Pavilion. The names of these people were as early as five years ago.
It was able to shock the world six hundred years ago. When they came out to hang out, Changkong's great grandfather was still wearing crotchless pants. Facing the Wuxiang Monk who was on the tenth level of immortality, Changkong immediately lost his temper.
But on the surface, in his heart, Changkong is not afraid of Wuxiang. Wuxiang is the same as the old man Zhu Xin. He is too old. The old man can hardly hold a sword. It is not bad to be able to show his cultivation level to 70%.
Now, Changkong is confident that even if he fights against Wuxiang Divine Monk, he has a greater chance of winning. After all, he is now at his peak and can exert 100% of his strength. Wuxiang Daoism is deeper than himself, but he can only exert 60 to 70% of his strength at most.
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Ye Xiaochuan asked Yun Qiyou in a low voice, "Senior Sister Yun, who is this formless monk? Is he very powerful?"
Yun Qiyou's heart moved and she said, "Well, it should be Master Wuxiang of Kasyapa Temple who is as famous as Yun Yazi's uncle. He hasn't shown his face for three to four hundred years. I didn't expect him to be alive."
The voice of the Wuxiang Divine Monk came slowly, saying: "I know the purpose of your gathering here. Senior Xuan Ying is here. I already knew this hundreds of years ago. Things in this world are still unfinished. It's better not to do anything.
Let’s do it.”
Changkong said: "Master, what you said is wrong. How many of my fellow disciples of the Holy Cult have Xuan Ying killed in the past thousands of years? Recently, more than ten fellow disciples of the Holy Cult died in the hands of this female devil in Tianshan. How can such a deep hatred be carried out?
How can we just let it go? This is the main hall of Kasyapa Temple, and the master has already spoken. Naturally, we have to obey the master's wishes. However, the master is just transmitting messages from thousands of miles away. It seems that he is looking down on us if he asks us to leave.
If the news spreads, where will we put our dignity? Master, why don't you show up and see him, so that younger generations like us can see the master's style. Otherwise, just a few words from the master will not let us and others who are bent on revenge go away."