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Chapter 434 The war begins

Qi San and Qi Si stood in Qi Da's room, looking at each other with astonishment on their faces.

They discovered that Qi Da's residence no longer had a barrier to protect it.

"Brother...could it really be..." Qi Si hesitated, covering his mouth with his hand, and did not say the last half of the sentence.

"Impossible! How is this possible?! My elder brother has a cultivation level that is comparable to that of a god, how could he be killed!!!" Qi San's mood changed from disbelief to anger.

"You also said...it is comparable...the later stage of Nascent Soul is not the transformation of gods." Qi Size felt completely lost. He staggered out of the room, his eyes subconsciously avoiding the inquiries in the eyes of the disciples around him.

We can't talk about this, at least we can't let the world know about it for a while now.

The discussion meeting will end tomorrow, but not only do the monks in the world have no plans to leave, but they have a tendency to gather closer to Luolan City.

Just from the profit and loss accounts compiled by the shops under Dao Zong these days, we can see that there are more and more monks!

Not just for the forum! There are also people who come for Jiang Su!

Qi Si suppressed the extreme sadness and anger in his heart, slowly raised his head, and turned into his usual gentle expression, coupled with hearty laughter.

"It's okay, it's okay! We have already checked it, and there is nothing wrong with the magic object corresponding to my brother's life span. As for the sword bell that Miss Dong brought, it has lost its effect because it has not been exposed to my brother's breath for a long time."

Qi Si slightly raised his lips and said to Dong Yiyi slightly: "Miss Dong, this is a token of love given to you by my eldest brother. You must keep it. Now so many people know about the two of you...

..., I’m afraid I’m not going to make you laugh even more in the future, hahahahaha.”

Dong Yiyi couldn't help but feel evil in his heart when he heard the man's somewhat sexual words.

This is the Qi Family Sword Sect...

"Hmph... No wonder he slaughtered my whole village back then. Looking at it now, smearing the reputation of the girl's family just to maintain his own reputation is really not a thing..."

Dong Yiyi narrowed his eyes slightly, pretending to be shy, and lowered his head slightly, hiding the murderous intent in his eyes.

"In that case..." she said softly

"Then I'll leave first." She covered her face and ran towards the door without looking back.

The stones followed her steps and were buried deeper into the soil along the way.

door.

"Have you heard? Now there are seven groups of people coming to rescue the daughter of the medical fairy! The heaven and earth of Zhenmo Temple are really besieged!"

"Hey, I want to see the excitement too. I came here just for this reason, but I couldn't squeeze in at all. Fortunately, someone prepared a photo stone and a water mirror. I plan to go to the restaurant opposite Zhenmo Temple.

For the sake of heaven, I can still have a leisurely meal."

"What a beautiful thought! We are all human beings even if we eat for heaven! What's more, before I came here, monks had already attacked the black tower. The protective barrier on the black tower body was even shaken, and there was a faint sign of rupture.

Woolen cloth!"

"Ah? Is it true or not?! This black tower is said to have been protected by a certain Buddhist cultivator in ancient times before he ascended to heaven!"

Dong Yiyi listened to the noisy discussions of passers-by on both sides and raised his head to look in the direction of Zhenmo Temple.

In the past, you could just see the seventh floor of the Black Tower from the entrance of the Qijia Sword Sect. Now, you can only see the dark outside of the Demon-Suppressing Temple.

"Could it be that... those monks really want to attack Su Su?!!"

Dong Yiyi frowned coldly, and the killing intent in his body was suddenly released.

"Susu...my Susu!"

She pulled out her black sword and wielded it at great speed.

The Demon-Suppressing Temple was in the sky, and she was astonished as if she were a stone from the sky, knocking away all those who stood in her way.

When it hit the ground, it was only five breaths old.

There was warmth dripping down from the corner of her forehead. She wiped it casually, and her fingertips turned bright red.

"Sure enough, you can't compare with physical training to see whose bones are stronger."

Dong Yiyi looked at the black tower calmly. At this time, she was already under the tower, and beside her were the Buddhist cultivators and several familiar monks who were fighting in a melee.

Qi Wu held a heavy ruler in his hand, and concentrated all his strength on the ruler. He followed the ruler, slashed three people horizontally and shook the sky, and chopped their skulls vertically to crack the ground.

Bang bang bang——

Almost all Buddhist cultivators can practice physical training. Although his swords are not useless, they still have little impact on this Buddhist cultivator's defensive power.

These three people are all in the early stage of Nascent Soul, so it is more than enough to hold a Nascent Soul's Dao Xiu Qi Wu.

He felt as if his heavy ruler was cutting into an iron mountain, hurting the enemy by one thousand and damaging himself by eight hundred.

On the other side was Liu Yunqing, who was attacking Wu Yuanying with a sword.

Dong Yiyi was stunned for the first time and did not recognize this wealthy senior brother who was dressed in red and embroidered with gold.

As his eyes moved, he glanced at a white figure in white clothes, carrying a book box on his back.

"No...why is he still here?!"

Dong Yiyi immediately escaped into the crowd, made a secret with her fingertips, and when she walked out of the crowd again, she transformed into Jia, the White Sword Ghost King of the East Region.

"What kind of history does Xia Qingming have with Dong Yiyi... is it worth him looking for her like this?"

Wang Jia then set his eyes on the black tower.

A figure in red is particularly eye-catching.

It's just a crazy knife.

An hour ago.

The old monk Shanyu is still saying that the time has not come yet. Several people have made full preparations, but no one is the "first person."

Just because this matter concerns the Four Realms, they are waiting for an opportunity.

Fang Zhe didn't care about the impact of saving Jiang Su, because in his heart, nothing was more important than Jiang Su alone!

The red-clothed swordsman held the broken sword in his hand, and in full view of everyone, he slashed towards the ninth floor in the middle of the black tower.

The black tower was about to shake, and it was covered with golden Buddhist scriptures, commandments, and charms. Suddenly, these runes were like thousands of pythons with iron rings at their tails, biting in all directions.

The iron rings that bind these golden snakes come from the black energy permeating the black tower itself, which is like... a thrilling evil energy.

The red-clothed monk greeted thousands of golden snakes, holding a broken silver sword.

One knife can transform into thousands of thoughts, kill snakes and extinguish the Buddha's voice!

"Give Jiang Su back to me."

His voice was extremely calm, but it was as deafening as the real Buddha's commandments!

From then on, people around the Black Pagoda who were related to Jiang Su all got angry. They fought with the Buddhist cultivators under the Pagoda with swords and guns. Hundreds of swords roared in unison, and the talismans rushed into the Black Pagoda's door like returning birds suddenly flying away.

The talisman blew up the door and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

What Wang Jia saw at this time was the scene of Zhang Yunsheng's talismans exploding the door one after another.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with murderous intent suddenly gleaming in his eyes. He pulled out his white long sword and struck the opponent of the red-robed monk in the air with one strike - "Shan Nian", the abbot of the Demon-Suppressing Temple in red cassock.

"Fang Zhe! Get up, I have learned this sword for hundreds of years!"

"Look, how does it compare with the Infernal Blade Technique you taught me?!!"


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