Everyone was shocked by the movement made by the broad knife.
It was just a casual release,
The people present were all the best in the overhaul, and they could clearly tell that there was no magic attached to the broad sword.
It can be seen that the weight of this knife is almost as heavy as a mountain.
Before that, the knife had been carried by someone. Looking at the posture, it seemed as if it was completely weightless.
Fairy Hongyu subconsciously tightened her grip on Bing Po.
Three monks nearby sang the Buddha's name simultaneously.
The ones with the ugliest faces were the two members of the Ziyang Sect.
Wen Yingqi, the true successor of Ziyang Sect, silently sacrificed his own magic weapon. Jiang Ruoyun's attention, which was originally focused on Fairy Hongyu, immediately shifted to the group of seven people who suddenly broke in.
"Seven Saints of Manyue!"
Xia Min, a short boy carrying a gourd on his back, nodded repeatedly, "Junior sister Ruoyun, I didn't expect you to know about us. It is said that Manyue and Ziyang Sect are adjacent to each other, but senior brother and I have never had the opportunity to see our junior sister. Haha, this time
Long Yuan, you have come to the right place."
Jiang Ruoyun's face suddenly turned cold.
Wen Yingqi held the sword in his left hand, and covered it with a layer of purple mist with his right hand. Although his face was expressionless, his voice was extremely serious: "Man Yue Seven Bandits, how many brothers with the same name have you killed in my Ziyang Sect, today I will...
..."
"What do you want?" The man raised his sword, and the air buzzed, pointing straight at the opponent.
Wen Yingqi could no longer suppress the anger in his chest and said in a hateful voice: "I want to take revenge for them! Avenge!"
As soon as the word "Xuehen" came out, Wen Yingqi brought his sword and slashed it to the head of the gourd boy, and the mist turned into mist and enveloped the surroundings.
Fairy Hongyu and the three monks quickly moved out of the way.
She turned around and saw that the woman named Jiang Ruoyun had also disappeared from the place, apparently participating in the battle with her junior brother.
"Longyan Pond is just ahead." A monk suddenly said.
"Amitabha, there is endless killing here, the karma is too strong, and the red is for the donor, we should leave quickly."
While the monk was talking, he had already left first.
Fairy Hongyu looked away, glanced at the three great monks who were walking in front for the first time, and slowly followed.
"Don't leave in a hurry."
Suddenly, an icicle rose up from the passage ahead, and a man wearing an ice crystal mask walked out of the icicle and stopped in front of the four people.
This person is also one of the Seven Saints of Man Yue.
The man in the ice crystal mask glanced past the three monks and landed on Fairy Hongyu, "Your name is Hongyu, right? If Bingpo stays, you can pass."
"Amitabha, this benefactor, is able to forgive others and forgive them."
The silhouettes of the three monks flashed, and without saying a word, they surrounded the ice crystal masked man. During their conversation, the seven-character mantra turned into a Buddhist magic circle, trapping the masked man.
Hongyu walked through the passage with a cold face.
At this moment, the icicles that had previously risen suddenly exploded.
Pieces of diamond-shaped ice flakes suddenly turned red, turning from ice crystals into soldering irons, and then formed a fiery red iron wall, firmly blocking all the gaps in the passage.
The terrifying heat rushed to my face.
As soon as Fairy Hongyu let go, the ice soul circled around like a comet, and its tail shed ice and frost, forming a shining ice wall on the other side of the passage to isolate the heat flow.
There was a soft sound of "Peng".
Suddenly, a gourd boy sat on the wall of fire, and then he dropped a body.
When the body is turned over,
Fairy Hongyu and the three monks looked at it at the same time and discovered that it was Wen Yingqi who was the first to attack dozens of breaths ago.
His expression changed involuntarily, and he quickly looked back.
I saw that the purple haze that had previously enveloped the surroundings had dissipated, revealing five people who were always lazy.
The man was still holding the knife, as if he had never moved.
The shirtless strong man had his arms wrapped around him. Under his seat, the strange beast was holding a fainted woman in its mouth.
——Jiang Ruoyun.
In a short period of time, the two great disciples of the Ziyang Sect had already declared their defeat. They were both dead and captured.
Ziyang Sect is one of the ten major sects in the Eastern Wasteland.
Those who can become true disciples must be at the top of the same level in terms of talent, qualifications and combat prowess.
Fairy Hongyu had a cold face.
The three monks sighed, chanting the Buddha's name, and let go of the ice crystal masked man who had been trapped before but looked calm.
"It's quite sensible." The only woman among the seven saints of Man Yue waved her fan and said with a chuckle: "I'll spare your lives for now."
"Bing Po will stay." The man in the ice crystal mask said calmly.
Fairy Hongyu remained unmoved.
The three monks also showed no response and chanted the Buddha's name repeatedly.
Gradually, the atmosphere between the two sides became tense again.
Dots of brilliant light lit up all around quietly.
Before the Seven Saints could react, eight treasures shining with Buddha's light suddenly escaped.
——Kasaya.
--pagoda.
——Iron umbrella.
——rosary beads.
--alms bowl.
——Bronze bell.
——Coral tree.
——Pure bottle.
The Eight Treasures of Buddhism instantly formed a more formidable array.
The Seven Saints of Man Yue were caught off guard and were shielded inside.
"court death."
The man carrying the knife suddenly drew the broadsword, and the terrifying power contained in the blade slammed into the magic circle.
Another earthquake.
But the Buddhist formation where the eight treasures gathered together was still not broken.
The short boy Xia Min took out the gourd, smiled silently, put his hand on the top of the gourd, and was about to pull it out.
“It’s so lively!”
A voice suddenly sounded.
In an instant, both the Seven Saints of Manqi who were trapped in the magic circle, the monks who jointly controlled the Eight Treasures of Buddhism, and Fairy Hongyu were all attracted by this voice.
It's just a simple sentence, but it seems to have infinite magic power, making people pay attention to it.
When the speaker appeared, the others didn't react much, but Fairy Hongyu was shocked all over, and her face that had been cold showed a look of shock and disbelief.
"Wang...Teng?"
She tried her best to find this name from the depths of her memory.
Chen Qingyan smiled slightly and nodded.
Suddenly, the shock on Hongyu's face turned into deep confusion and confusion.
Wang Teng, she has met him.
In Lingu, Jugu City, she was the host of the competition for the "Fierce God" and "Evil Evil".
But at that time,
But at that time, Wang Teng was clearly just a mortal who was not even a monk.
An outer disciple.
The magic power in the body is pitifully weak.
Although she barely opened her eyes during the whole process, Hong Yu, who had the current level of cultivation at that time, was able to see everything clearly under the cover of her soul.
Not to mention this Wang Teng, he finally succeeded in winning a "fierce god"... maybe an "evil god"?
Hongyu really doesn't remember the details very clearly, mainly because she was not there when the rewards were distributed.
"After all these years, the fairy is still as beautiful as ever."
Chen Qingyan said hello.
Hongyu woke up from her memories and took a deep look at him.
That former disciple of the same sect, now even she can't see through.
"Are you going to Yanlong Pond?" she asked.
Chen Qingyan nodded.
He had already sensed that the Dragon Flame Pond was not far away.
You can see it along this passage.
"Go." Fairy Hongyu stepped aside and pointed forward, "Longyan Pond is by no means a good place. You have to think clearly whether you want to enter the pond or not."
Chen Qingyan's face was a bit surprised, and he cupped his hands and said: "That's it, thank you fairy."
Chen Qingyan bypassed both sides and walked into the passage under the gaze of three unknown monks.
Just when his figure was about to disappear, Chen Qingyan suddenly stopped at the entrance of the passage, turned around and took a few glances at the Seven Saints of Man Yue who were trapped by the Buddhist formation.
Painting with empty hands,
A milky white halo bloomed.
A three-dimensional, square, constantly rotating and expanding formation, which regarded the Eight Buddhist Treasures as nothing, suddenly shot into the Buddhist formation, instantly restraining the Seven Saints of Man Yue who were still violently breaking through the formation.
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