After a few moves, Su Des Yao smiled ferociously, and the red light on the dust-free whip became even more intense. He stepped up his attack on Chen Mengyun, and Chen Mengyun waved Yuelan Suo as freely as his own arm.
The whip and silk were entangled again, but Chen Mengyun suddenly lost contact with Yue Lansuo. When he looked up in shock, he saw that the white light on Yue Lansuo had dimmed and his magic power had dissipated.
Chen Mengyun was startled: "How could this be so?"
Su Deyao took the opportunity to whip out the dust-free whip, hitting Chen Mengyun in the face, causing a red streak and knocking him to the ground.
Su De Yao proudly took back the Wuchen Whip, crossed his arms and said, "A disciple of Shiyue Temple, this is all you have?
Why don’t you surrender quickly?”
Wei Hongyuan saw this, gritted his teeth, came up, took out the frost shovel and shouted: "The second disciple of Shiyue Guan is here, watch the moves!"
Su Deyao smiled scornfully: "I'll let you come together!"
As soon as Wei Hongyuan stretched out his hand, the Ningshuang shovel turned into a ray of cold light. Su Deyao whipped the Wuchen Whip. The red light swept away and the white light on the Ningshuang shovel disappeared. However, after eating the shovel, the Wuchen Whip was cut in half.
The two of them had broken their treasures and glared at each other. Zheng Xingxue stood up with the Xuanyue Bell in his hand and said to Wei Hongyuan: "Second Senior Brother, take my place!"
Another elder from the Qianli Sect, Zhang Yangde, came out, holding the Gale Order in his hand, pointing at Zheng Xingxue and yelling: "Come up quickly and die!"
Zheng Xingxue grinned and rang the Xuan Yue Bell. A strong wind and snow blew up, and white light fell on Zhang Yangde.
Zhang Yangde raised the Gale Wind Ling in his hand, and a strong wind blew up. The wind and snow released by the Xuan Yue Ling were blown back, and the falling moon fell all over the faces of the audience.
The Qianli Sect disciples laughed when they saw this, Zhang Yangde mocked: "You, a disciple of Shiyue Guan, do you have this little ability?"
Chen Mengyun and others also looked embarrassed, and they were all angry. Huang Wenyan was so angry that he took out the Aoxue bottle and fired a white light at Zhang Yangde.
Zhang Yangde raised the Gale Token above his head and released a whirlwind to protect his whole body without being affected.
Zhang Yangde shouted: "Shiyue Temple is not worthy of its name. Quickly submit to our Qianli Sect, we are the leaders of Shannan Dao Sect!"
Chen Mengyun gritted his teeth in anger: "If my senior brother were still here, you would not be my opponent!"
Su Deyao grinned and said, "You still have the nerve to mention your senior brother?
Shiyue Guan has found such a scum, it is really a shame to the master!"
Chen Mengyun was so angry that he bared his teeth and drew out his magic sword: "If you dare to insult my sect, I will fight with you!"
At this time, Master Yinghua heard the commotion on the mountain field and walked out. He saw a group of red-robed men coming, who did not look like the right people. He asked coldly: "Who is making noise at my mountain gate?"
Su Deyao shouted loudly: "Sage Ranchen of the Qianli Sect of Mo Feng Mountain in Congling is here, surrender quickly, otherwise, we will kill him without mercy!"
Upon hearing this, Master Yinghua stared and raised his eyebrows: "If you don't submit, you will be killed without mercy?
How domineering! How could I, a great sect that has been in Shiyueguan for hundreds of years, submit to such evil ways as yours?"
I secretly screamed in my heart: "Elder Lin really guessed it right. Someone really planned the matter in Ding Lushan, and he actually attacked my Shiyue Temple first. Fortunately, he healed me.
Otherwise, a disaster is imminent today!"
Saint Lord Ranchen said coldly: "I will give you one last chance. For the sake of your lives all over the mountain, think carefully. If you refuse to submit, you will die."
Chen Mengyun glared and cursed angrily: "There is not a single person who is greedy for life or afraid of death in my Shiyueguan. Even if we fight to the end today, there is no way I will succumb to your crooked ways!"
Saint Lord Ranchen waved his hand and slapped Chen Mengyun in the air, causing her face to turn red, her head to tilt, and her temples to fall down.
"You hit me?"
Chen Mengyun covered his face and bared his teeth, and was about to step forward to fight for his life.
Master Yinghua stopped her: "Step back."
Chen Mengyun breathed heavily and stopped, nodding with hatred: "Then let's see how much the leader of your Qianli Sect weighs, and whether he is a match for my teacher!"
Lord Ranchen also took a step forward, looked at the plaque of Shiyue Temple, and said regretfully: "What a wonderful Taoist temple, it will be burned down today!"
Master Yinghua waved his sleeves and said angrily: "Don't even think about it!"
Su De Yao smiled contemptuously and said: "You were beaten to death by your own disciples. What skills do you still have today to deal with my sage?"
Master Yinghua took out the bottle of wind and frost and was eager to try it: "Then let the horses come over!"
Saint Lord Ranchen remained silent, took out the wish-fulfilling bowl, and fired a golden light at Master Yinghua.
Seeing the dazzling golden light, Master Yinghua was secretly shocked: "This person has great magic power!"
He hurriedly lifted up the wind and frost bottle and let down a white light. The golden light was blocked and could not shine in.
Saint Lord Ranchen's expression changed: "Has your mana recovered?"
Master Yinghua smiled slightly: "Of course, fortunately Elder Lin is cautious, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to deal with your evil ways today!"
Saint Lord Ranchen pursed his lips and nodded, his eyes showing murderous intent: "Lin Xiaodong?
Very good, I’ve solved your Shiyue Guan, then I’ll go and solve the Lingquan Sect!”
Master Yinghua flicked his sleeves, and the Fengshuang bottle fired a white light at Saint Lord Ranchen.
Saint Lord Ranchen threw the wish-fulfilling bowl, and all the white light was contained, making no sound.
Master Yinghua's expression changed, he put away the bottle of wind and frost, took out Yunyan Ruyi, and released a stream of mist. The mountain field was immediately covered with clouds and fog, making it cold and damp.
Ranchen Shengjun used the Ruyi Bowl to absorb the mist as usual. After inhaling for a while, frost began to form on the Ruyi Bowl. Ranchen Shengjun showed a labored look on his face, bared his teeth, reached the limit of his breath, and took back the Ruyi Bowl.
Yinghua Zhenren did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory, but used the words of Saint Ranchen and asked: "When did the Qianli Sect appear in Mo Feng Mountain?"
Sage Ranchen smiled: "It didn't happen before, but it does now."
Master Yinghua asked: "Did you secretly plan what happened in Ding Lushan?"
Lord Ranchen spread his hands and smiled: "The two factions of Shannan Road, Water and Fire, are at the same level. Sooner or later, they will fight to the death. Shen is just adding fuel to the flames and taking advantage of the trend."
From this, Master Yinghua learned that the secular surname of this holy king Ranchen was Shen.
"Did you place those two treasures there intentionally?"
Master Yinghua asked angrily.
Sage Ranchen smiled and said: "Of course, pie will not fall from the sky."
Master Yinghua clenched his fists with both hands, shook his sleeves, and shouted: "You bastard, do you know how many people you have killed?
It turns out that my eldest disciple died in your hands!"
A contemptuous sneer appeared on the face of Lord Ranchen: "Song Anfu died of greed and evil thoughts. He will not die today, and he will die sooner or later in the future!"
Master Yinghua asked again: "Are you behind the Huoyun Sect's affairs?"
Saint Lord Ranchen nodded with a smile: "Of course."
Immediately, his face turned cold and he said fiercely, "But let Lin Xiaodong ruin my plan."
"You are evil, and you have killed so many righteous people in Shannan Road. You have done a lot of evil!"
Master Yinghua gritted his teeth.
Saint Lord Ranchen's face turned cold again: "They are seeking death themselves! I didn't kill them, I didn't do anything with my hands!"
"You hide in the dark and stir up disputes between the two factions. You are more hateful than Song Anfu and Shen Miaoru!"
Master Yinghua looked straight at Saint Lord Ranchen with murderous intentions.