Outside Zhenmo Temple, the streets and alleys were crowded with people. It was a real sea of people.
The vendor was holding several magical artifacts in his hand. After walking a few steps, he squeezed sideways and continued to sell, "The magical artifacts of the Western Region! The magical artifacts that came out of Qianbaidao, the treasures of the immortals!" He lowered his head, "Hey.
, this fellow Taoist, I borrowed it, I borrowed it."
All the monks were looking at the open space outside the black tower in the Demon-Suppressing Temple.
"How many forces came to save this medical fairy girl this time? Why are they so crowded that she can't even move?" the merchant asked casually.
The monk on the side answered: "The forces that are trying to save the daughter of the medical fairy are all near the black tower. Now we are just watching the fun."
"Yeah, hey, look, that's the Fifth Young Master Qi, right? He grew up in Luolan City, and he didn't even hesitate to break up with the Demon-Suppressing Temple to save the daughter of the medical fairy?!"
"Look at those two who are the most exciting. There are a bunch of... monsters hanging underneath them? Where did these monster dealers come from?!"
"Don't argue, don't argue. I would say the most powerful one is the monk in red. I just heard someone say that he is a crazy swordsman! He is already in the stage of becoming a god! We should stay away while watching the show!"
"Crazy Sword Fang Zhe is here?! The madmen from the Eastern Region!"
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Outside the Black Tower.
Fang Zhe stood dozens of feet away from the entrance to the first floor of the black tower, and in front of him were the Eighteen Arhat Buddhist cultivators, and the old monks from various temples sat cross-legged beside them, chanting sutras with lowered eyebrows.
Suddenly, another pair of red-clothed monks came down and stood in front of Fang Zhe.
"Monk, isn't it me, Liu Yunqing, who you want to arrest? I'm right here. Release my junior sister and put me in!!!"
Liu Yunqing was dressed in a red brocade dress, with gold threads faintly inlaid on the sleeves.
At this moment, he was holding a silver sword and pointing it directly at the Buddhist cultivators.
"Hey, Liu Yunqing, you still dare to come back, you demon cultivator and traitor of Shifang Sect! We won't let you go today, you will die here too!" Yu Dongming watched the excitement and did not mind it was a big deal, with his sword in the sky
, sneered ferociously at everyone.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yunsheng suddenly threw out a yellow talisman, which flew towards Yu Dongming's chest with lightning speed, exploding with flying blood.
"Tongue-talking," she said coldly.
The reason why those who are cannon fodder are cannon fodder is that they always have a kind of courage that is untimely. Therefore, they will die in a hurry, just like the fleeting flowers.
The Buddhist cultivator in brown cassock suddenly opened his eyes, holding a vajra in his hand and suddenly emitting golden light.
The Buddha's voice came to my ears, "How dare you decide life and death in the Demon-Suppressing Temple!"
Zhang Yunsheng was stunned in place for a moment. It was as if there were thousands of Buddhist scriptures chanting in a low voice and chanting in the sea of consciousness. She frowned slightly to suppress the pain, made a secret with her fingertips, and threw a handful of yellow talismans upwards. Ling Ling
Scattered all over her body.
The Buddha's voice disappears.
"Hmph, I uphold my respect for the gods and Buddhas of the upper world and have no intention of fighting with the Buddhist monks, but you actually arrested our little junior sister!"
"She is just a little girl who is only fifteen years old!"
Zhang Yunsheng's eyebrows were stern, and thousands of yellow talismans were hanging in the air from behind. She pinched her hands and stood in front of her chest, and the thousands of yellow talismans moved slightly.
The kind-hearted old monk slowly walked up to the brown-robed monk, still staring into the distance with his round and big eyes, and said: "It's not enough."
There are not enough people.
"Hey, old monk, your Demon-Suppressing Temple hasn't cultivated the Buddha's golden body for decades, right?"
A purple-robed male cultivator with a large string of "fish monsters" hanging on his body flew in front of the black tower. Next to him was another delicate woman in aqua blue clothes. Her brows were indifferent and cold. There was also a rope hanging from her waist.
There were more than a dozen "fish monsters."
Liu Yunqing's eyes couldn't help but move towards the owner of this familiar voice.
"Xiao Shiyu? Why are you here?!" Liu Yunqing frowned slightly, with a hint of worry and dissatisfaction in his eyes.
This matter is too big, and it was all caused by me. How can it involve my fellow sect in the Southern Territory now?
"Senior Brother Liu!" Xiao Shiyu slightly raised his lips. Although his expression was serious, his mood was slightly relieved, and he looked at Zhang and Liu.
"Congratulations to Senior Sister Zhang and Senior Brother Liu for forming a contract." He added.
Then, Fu made his eyes fierce again and shouted in a loud and heroic voice: "Old monks, I brought 10 million high-grade spiritual stones to buy my second shopkeeper Jiang Su. As long as you release her, this demon-suppressing temple will be destroyed for a hundred years."
I’ve covered all the golden Buddha statues!”
He shook the ten storage bags on his waist and ignored everyone's shocked looks.
All the monks watching the show were dumbfounded, "Is this... is he using the Demon-Suppressing Temple as a bandit den? He plans to use money to redeem people?!"
"It's not impossible...the golden body of this Buddha statue is not ordinary gold. We need to invite a repairman to come. They have pieces falling off the backs of the heads of many of the Buddha statues in the temple."
Xiao Shiyu narrowed his eyes slightly and sent a message to Shen Qingyuan, "Did you hear that these people have no money! I said this method is feasible!"
The woman glanced at him coldly and responded via voice transmission: "Not necessarily."
The old monk Shanyu slowly shook his head, and his voice echoed in the sky and earth like a Sanskrit sound, entangled in everyone's ears.
"The time has not come yet."
The sound of soldiers and horses shook the ground, and mortal soldiers in armor surrounded the black tower three floors inside and three floors outside.
Mortals are particularly conspicuous among monks,
Li Ya held a spear in her hand and her armor made a clanking sound as she walked slowly to Fang Zhe's side.
"Masters, I am Li Ya, the great general of the Jing Dynasty in Zhongdu. This is a fairy affair, and we shouldn't have come. However, Jiang Su, the daughter of the medical fairy, is Ya's savior and a friend in life and death.
How can you stand by and watch when you hear that your friends are in trouble?"
"This time Ya brings the treasure of the Immortal Xue Qing, the ancestor of the family, in exchange for Jiang Su."
Li Ya's face was calm and his eyes were deep, hiding murderous intent.
In just six months, the outline of his face, which was originally slightly boyish, gradually became clearer. Now his cheeks are slightly sunken, and he has truly lost his feminine appearance and retained his masculine appearance, looking like a ruthless general and a murderer.
His meaning is very clear, if he is released, we will make a deal. If he is not released, he will be used against you.
Anyone who hears about the treasure left by the royal immortal will not think twice.
Li Ya glanced around at the people who came to rescue Jiang Su with his peripheral vision, and couldn't help but squint slightly.
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Not far away, behind the black tower is a dense forest.
The man in pink clothes moved the folding fan slightly in his hand, his peach blossom eyes were full of affection, and he was looking at the two Arhats not far away with tenderness like flowing water in spring.
The sword cultivator in black followed closely behind, drawing his sword to protect him.
The old monk Shanyu's gaze still fell in the distance, as if he had passed through the sea of people.
He said calmly: "The time has not come yet."
Suddenly, a rustling sword wind blew from the air to the tower, and a group of monks with fluttering robes and cold dust squeezed in... from the sea of people.
"Give way!!! Give way! Why are there so many people?!"
"Borrow it, borrow it, let's squeeze forward!"
"Don't be crowded, don't be crowded, there's no room, there's no room! They're all theatergoers, so it's not a good location!"
Suddenly, a burst of divine power was released in the air, knocking countless monks down from the sky and rolling to the ground like dumplings.
"ah--"
The white-robed monks just now acted as if nothing had happened.
"This is... Shifang Sect's God Transformation Powerful Killer Hualian?"
Zhan Hualian was surrounded by a group of monks from the Shifang Sect, but now there were only hundreds of monks from the Shifang Sect walking around in the air.
However, Zhan Hualian turned around and disappeared in the next moment, leaving only a group of chirping disciples.
Shen Yunyang finally arrived at the scene with Song Wan'er. He glanced outside the black tower and recognized the familiar Zhang and Liu at a glance as well as Xiao Shiyu who had rescued Ku Feng. He immediately stopped his sword and landed on the ground.
"Senior Brother Yunqing!" he shouted loudly.
Sensing that the sword was at stake, he directly drew out the Burning Evil Sword and stood behind Liu Yunqing, his sword eyebrows slightly furrowed and his expression solemn.
Song Wan'er followed behind him without making a sound.
Li Ya's eyes fell on this slightly familiar monk, and the next moment his pupils shrank and his throat tightened.