When Zhang Yunsheng heard this, he immediately took out the talisman paper in his hand and held the sword cultivator's generous palm in his hand.
"let's go!!!"
Everyone in Zhenmo Temple took action at this moment. The pressure of Yuanying mixed with the pressure of Jindan, slowing down everyone.
When Jiang Su wanted to leave here with Zhang Yunsheng, she didn't know exactly how far away she was from Senior Sister Zhang, so she reached out.
Liu Yunqing drew the wind towards her.
Fang Zhe stepped forward and grabbed the tail of the sword, then held Jiang Su in his hand.
…
Didn't hold it.
The light of the talisman blooms at the right time, far less than the shadows of gods and Buddhas that fill the sky. It is like a fleeting epiphyllum blooming at the feet of the Buddha.
Zhang Yunsheng, Liu Yunqing originally wanted to leave with Jiang Su and Fang Zhe. The four of them also experienced the Demon Realm together...
But Jiang Su was blind, couldn't see the wind-wielding sword, and couldn't feel the sword wind without killing intent...
Fang Zhe wanted to take her away, but unfortunately, he grabbed the sleeve of Caiyi, and the material broke with the sound, leaving the girl where she was.
"..."
The pressure of the gods and Buddhas above is not just Nascent Soul, it is the pressure of the immortals in the upper world, and it is the hidden power of the two god-transforming Buddha cultivators in the Demon-Suppressing Temple.
Most good things are not imprisoned, and the colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle.
He patched up the waist line and the wrong arm top.
Liuli Caiyi gave her the protection of Vajra, but after all, Caiyi is just clothes, and all clothes will be damaged.
Jiang Su stopped where he was, with one sleeve torn off to reveal his fair and slender arms.
A cold wind blew by.
"The wind is rustling and the trees are rustling."
"Senior brother...I can't tell the difference between the wind of your arms and the wind of heaven and earth."
The girl's figure is a little lonely, and her feelings are a little sad.
She took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions that were racing through her heart.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter. I'm not a demon cultivator anyway, so you can't catch me."
Qi Wu, Xia Qingming, and Wang Jia were still nearby. They obviously did not expect the changes in front of them.
Wang Jia stepped forward and hugged Jiang Su, and when he was about to speak, the girl pushed him away quickly.
"Am I familiar with you?" Jiang Su sneered.
"..."
Yes... Jiang Su and Wang Jia are not familiar with each other.
Just as everyone was sighing at this sudden scene, one of the monks from Zhenmo Temple stretched out his finger and pointed at Jiang Su.
"Lock her into the black tower."
The kind-hearted old monk spoke slowly: "Just lock her up. Don't worry about the rest."
Jiang Su???
"etc……"
"Who are you going to arrest? What are you arresting me for? I'm not a demon cultivator?! I'm a good baby in the world of cultivation?! What kind of black tower am I going to?!"
She was really confused this time.
The main plot is to capture Liu Yunqing, what does it have to do with me?!!
The burly Buddhist cultivator didn't listen to her words. He stepped forward and tied the immortal locks with one person, while another person picked her up by the waist.
"No? What on earth are you trying to do? I'm not a demon cultivator?! Can't you see it? I'm a medical cultivator?! Isn't your black tower only for demon cultivators??!"
Jiang Su struggled with her arms and her whole body, making every move she made just like a trapped animal fighting.
"Old Monk Shanyu!!! Old Monk Shanyu, please say something! Don't you know whether I am a demon cultivator or not?!! What are you arresting me for?! There is no way you can lure them back by arresting me?
I’m just a classmate!!!”
When Wang Jia saw this scene, without saying a word, he immediately released his murderous intent, drew his sword out of its sheath and struck at the Buddhist cultivator who was leading Jiang Su into the black pagoda not far away.
"Buzz——"
The blade of the white sword fell on the man's skin, making a sound of clashing weapons. Wang Jia felt a huge force in her hand, and she almost let go of the sword.
"Let her go!"
Wang Jia endured the severe pain, turned around and stabbed the Buddhist cultivator who was holding Jiang Su with his sword.
The white sword makes a shadow, and the killing intent is scattered.
Qi Wu was unclear about the situation and hesitated for a moment.
Zhenmo Temple is a temple not far from his home, and he can clearly name most of the monks and monks here.
There are even several people who watched him grow up.
In his early years, he was in poor health and had little chance of even opening his spiritual orifice and entering Taoism. It was these Arhats who took him to the Zhenmo Temple and taught him tirelessly from morning to night every day using the Buddhist method of physical training.
These are the people who have been mentored by him. Now that his boat has crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains, how can he tear down the planks, fold the boat to make firewood, and draw his sword to show kindness to his old friend?
"I……"
But Jiang Su had the grace to be reborn! He approached her with a purpose in mind. She understood everything, but she was still willing to make elixirs for herself!!!
Qi Wu retracted his heavy ruler and stepped forward to block the Arhat who resisted Jiang Su.
"Master Fuhu... Is there something wrong with this matter... Jiang Su is just a weak medical cultivator. She can't enter the Black Tower with her body. Besides, how can she be a demon cultivator..."
This Arhat had handsome features and a resolute face. He looked at the thin-shirted monk in front of him expressionlessly and said softly: "Xiao Wu, you have grown up."
"Get out of the way." He ordered again.
Qi Wu opened his mouth slightly, but what he wanted to say was choked in his throat.
Wang Jia originally wanted to fight the Fuhu Arhat, but the Arhat who had just come out with the Immortal Lock was fighting him with his bare hands.
This Arhat does not need weapons, his hands are extremely strong and wide, and the palms and fingertips are covered with thick calluses. He moves his feet lightly and disappears, approaches Wang Jia several times, and strikes the black tiger to dig out the heart and stab the sword cultivator directly in the heart.
"Huh? Woman?" he asked.
"..."
Wang Jia's eyes were stern, he rolled his wrists and backed away, blocking the man's sudden attack with his sword.
His cultivation level was enough to defeat this person. However, this Arhat monk had no intention of winning against him, and all his moves were straining Wang Jia's energy.
He wouldn't let Wang Jia go to Fuhu Arhat!
"Get out of the way! I don't want to tangle with you!"
Suddenly, Wang Jia's spiritual energy burst out, and his sword technique was like a broadsword making eighteen rounds of chops. His swords had the effect of turning rivers and seas, breaking rocks and ice.
This is the sword technique he learned from Wu Jian! Using the sword technique to move the sword, open and close, with rapid and violent power, is like a monk holding a hammer and forging a weapon. This is the true inheritance of Wu Jian sword technique!
The next moment, the white sword in his hand went straight through the Arhat's abdomen, soaking the man's cassock with blood.
"This..." The Arhat looked at the wounds on his body in disbelief. He couldn't figure out why his Vajra body was broken open.
Not just him, all the Buddhist cultivators looked at all this with slightly widened eyes.
"This...is this the Eastern Region's Infinite Sword Technique?!!!"
There are monks from the Eastern Region who are very familiar with the once giant Wujian Sect in the Eastern Region and guessed it through Wang Jia's moves and effects.
"The black clothes are like ghosts, and the white swords are used as swords. The face is delicate and does not differentiate between male and female... This is the ghost of the sword master from the East Region with white swords! Wang Jia!!!"
Someone recognized Wang Jia's identity.
Wang Jia glanced at the source of the sound, withdrew his white sword, turned around and stabbed in the direction of Fuhu Arhat.
