Yunma is a seventh-grade man with no spiritual intelligence. He is a walking bloodline specially cultivated in the Northern Wilderness. He has a gentle personality but is extremely fast. He can often travel a million miles a day.
Qin Xuan and Xu Shuangxuan were extremely fast. If there were anyone on the wasteland, they would have heard only the sound of horse hooves hitting the air, but when they raised their heads, there was no trace of them.
Xu Shuangxuan focused on riding the horse. Occasionally, she looked back and saw Xun Yu whose distance had been widened, with a hint of excitement in the corners of her eyes.
"Senior Monk, why don't we go faster? If we go faster, we can get rid of him!" Xu Shuangxuan turned her head and looked at Qin Xuan, who was standing with his arms hanging down.
Qin Xuan looked at Xun Yu and said calmly: "If he were faster, he..."
"I can't catch up!"
As the sound fell, Xu Shuangxuan's little face gradually became dissatisfied and dull, and she became even more confused.
Aren't they running away? Why does this unscrupulous monk seem to be waiting for the Lord of Xunyu City to catch up?
As if in response to Qin Xuan's words, Xunyu shouted loudly, his feet speed increased, and he actually caught up again.
Qin Xuan smiled faintly. It was rare for Li Xuandao and Feng Mo to cooperate with him so much. How could he waste it in vain?
The more true the play, the Huanyun Sect and many other big forces believed in him even more.
As for the Yunzong's tens of thousands of people that day, Qin Xuan felt confident.
Even though his body is severely damaged now, there is not much flesh and blood on his body, and his eternal green body cannot move anything, but his magic power has not been damaged at all.
There are thousands of people in the Tianyun Sect, but if the Dao Lord doesn't come out, what can those thousands of Nascent Souls do to him?
Whoosh, suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and a bit of sharp coldness was seen coming straight towards Qin Xuan.
A three-foot long sword, the edge of the sword looked like it was stained with blood.
Qin Xuan's body moved slightly, and he moved his Purple Thunder Palm. Under the mirage, his palm turned into red gold, and as if it was the mighty power of Buddha, it suddenly landed on the long sword.
With a crisp sound, Qin Xuan's palm rubbed against the blade of the sword. The sound was like a knife. Veins popped up on Qin Xuan's arm. He directly knocked the seventh-grade magic weapon away and slashed it into the wasteland. The dust was like a dragon.
Qin Xuan glanced at Xun Yu. He was quite scheming. He knew he was outmatched, but because of the sound transmitted by the wind demon, he sacrificed his blood essence to the sword to slow him down.
He could avoid the sword just now, but Yun Ma would drink blood and his speed would be greatly reduced.
"As a Buddhist, I am severely restricted. It seems I have time to cultivate some Buddhist magical powers!" Qin Xuan smiled lightly, but this is a later story. He cultivates both Dharma and Body, but not Buddhist power. Even if he does it,
There are mirage beads, and if you distinguish them carefully, you can see the difference.
Xunyu failed with one strike, and the sword roared like a dragon, flying out of the ground and falling into his hand. His face turned ugly again.
"Unscrupulous, even if the Northern Wilderness is big, you can't escape. No matter which eminent monk you are, you have to be ambushed. Otherwise, when I, the strong man from Tianyun, come, and all the masters and uncles come, you will definitely die!"
The sound rumbled and came from a distance.
Qin Xuan clasped his hands together, practiced Buddhist power, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, what about Tianyun Sect? A third-grade sect in Beihuang? How can you come into my unscrupulous eyes?"
"The poor monk is an authentic Buddhist sect in the world of cultivation. I have seen three-level sects with only two hundred or three hundred sects. What can you do to me?"
The sound was mighty, rolling into the heaven and earth.
Xunyu was even more furious, "How dare you insult our Tianyun Sect like this?"
He squirted another mouthful of blood, sacrificed the seventh-grade flying sword, and came out. Not long after Xunyu became the True Lord, he had not yet obtained the sixth-grade magic weapon. At this moment, he could only sacrifice the sword with blood essence in order to invade Qin Xuan and stop Qin Xuan's attack.
speed.
Qin Xuan's eyes were stern, "I am unscrupulous and have the inheritance of the divine monks. I come from Da Zi Zai Temple, which is a second-grade Buddhist temple. A disciple of a third-grade sect dares to speak impudently in front of me."
Suddenly, Qin Xuan made a move, and the Vajra Dharma Appearance appeared behind him again. The Dharma Appearance was ten feet tall and came to the loess. The demonic pestle in his hand blasted toward Xunyu with the force of sweeping away the mountains.
The Buddha's pestle collided with the flying sword, and among the roar, Xunyu
Involuntarily, blood began to bleed from the corner of his mouth again, and his body suddenly froze in the air.
Taking this opportunity, the distance between Qin Xuan widened again.
"Da Zi Zai Temple? Unscrupulous!" Qin Xuan's figure was reflected in Xun Yu's pupils, as if this appearance was imprinted in his mind.
He had heard of the Da Zi Zai Temple, but he had never heard of the unscrupulous people with the name of Dharma.
Qin Xuan stood on the carriage with a smile.
How could the name he took be a fabrication? Whether it is the Wu Family or the Huangbao Tower, one can find out after just one search.
In his previous life, Qin Xuan happened to get acquainted with an eminent monk from Da Zi Zai Temple who had a lotus hidden in his Dantian and held a demon-subduing pestle. He was obviously as talented as a demon and had great Buddhist power. He could fight across the steps, but he preferred to hold the demon-subduing pestle.
, the matter of knocking people out.
Qin Xuan suffered a lot in his previous life. Now that he has this opportunity, he will naturally give him a big gift.
According to the time, Wuliang is estimated to be traveling and will reach Mo Yunxing within ten years.
Qin Xuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was thinking of the unscrupulous monk himself.
…
And on a star far away from the ten star regions, there was a monk sitting cross-legged in the canopy of a tree, covered with leaves, and there was nothing there when he looked through it with his spiritual consciousness. Under him was a Nascent Soul fox demon, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he was extremely weak.
Suddenly a middle-aged True Lord came over and couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw the fox demon.
Yuan Shen freed up and cautiously explored the surroundings, revealing a happy expression.
"What a chance from heaven!" The middle-aged true king was about to take action and directly kill the fox demon to get the treasure. At the moment the middle-aged true king took action.
The monk suddenly opened his eyes, and a demon-subduing pestle fell into his hand. He jumped down, swung the demon-subduing pestle and knocked it down. The speed was so fast that the middle-aged man with a high level of Nascent Soul was hit by the demon-subduing pestle before he even reacted.
, Immediately, the vast Buddha power erupted from the demon-conquering pestle. This Buddha power suppressed the magic power and invaded the soul. Under this Buddha power, the true king who had lived for thousands of years was knocked unconscious.
The real king fell to the ground, and the monk smiled, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha!"
He skillfully took out the True Lord's stored magic weapon and glanced at the frightened fox demon.
"God has the virtue of good life. The poor monk remembers that you have extraordinary blood and practice for thousands of years. It is not easy. Now you have helped me reduce the greed of ten people, which is better than the seven-level pagoda. The poor monk lets you go back as promised!"
The monk smiled, and then, with a few fingers, he unlocked the fox demon's restraints. The fox demon transformed into a beautiful woman, and said with fear: "Thank you, eminent monk, thank you, eminent monk!"
Then, the fox demon fled away as if fleeing, wishing it had eight legs and wings.
The smile on Wuliang's face grew wider, and he nodded slightly. Suddenly, a chill came over his body, and he couldn't help but sneeze.
Wuliang frowned, and he twirled his fingers for a long time before frowning.
"Someone actually implicated me in the cause and effect. It's a pity that I was already trapped in the vast chaos before re-entering. I only knew that I was in the ten star regions of Immortal Phoenix." Wuliang murmured softly: "Forget it, let me see which expert actually did it.
It can lead to so many causes and effects on me."
He glanced at the unconscious Nascent Soul Lord from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but sigh: "Greed harms people, greed harms people! I hope the benefactor can realize something after waking up this time!"
After saying that, he was dressed in Buddhist robes, with a majestic and solemn face, and walked away directly.