As soon as this voice came out, the expressions of the six or seven veterans suddenly changed.
Looking at the wall of the courtyard, a young man in white monk robes stood quietly, with Buddhist beads around his neck, a Zen staff in his left hand, and a Buddhist salute with one hand in his right hand. There was also a rich ring of treasure wheels blooming behind his head.
Emperor Qinghua!
The real Qinghua Emperor!
Right under their noses, Emperor Qinghua appeared without anyone noticing!
An old Taoist was about to take action immediately, but light flickered softly beside Zhou Zheng, and figures appeared on the left and right.
Taibai disciple wearing a pig head mask;
An ice fairy in a long skirt.
This moment made several veteran Taoists feel uncertain, and their initial momentum to take action immediately was suppressed.
The fake Bixia Yuanjun had good concentration, walked forward slowly, and said with a smile:
"Why did the emperor leave without saying goodbye? And why did he suddenly appear?
"I couldn't find the emperor before. The little god is really a little panicked. After all, all the fellow Taoists have gathered here. If I can't give them an explanation, it will really damage the majesty of the emperor. That's why I took this step. Please
Fellow Taoist pretends to be an emperor."
Zhou Zheng smiled with narrowed eyes, looking harmless to humans and animals.
"Oh? Is that so? Then why do you want to stun everyone?"
Fake Bixia Yuanjun smiled and said: "This is also a last resort. I am afraid that the secret will be exposed and everyone will fall asleep. In this way, it can be said that everyone is tired when they understand the great way."
"Then wake them all up."
Zhou Zheng made a gesture of invitation:
"I am here, wake them up, and I will also talk about the Qingmu Avenue that I understand, so that we can strengthen the team of Futian Alliance."
The fake Bixia Yuanjun remained calm and looked down at the recumbent figure lying on the ground.
The most troublesome thing at the moment is that her men are also trapped here.
Although it is not difficult to take them away, a strong wind will just blow them away;
But since Emperor Qinghua has appeared, the errand assigned by the Lord...
"What, can't you wake up by shouting?"
Zhou Zheng urged with a smile.
An old Taoist scolded: "Why are you still talking nonsense to him! This has obviously been exposed, just take action!"
"What a Qinghua Emperor, he saw through our arrangement so easily!"
"Then I'll show you the real chapter!"
These six old Taoists, together with the fake Emperor Qinghua, grabbed magic weapons at the same time, activated their magical powers, and immediately rushed forward.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Zheng suddenly raised his hand:
"Wait a minute!"
This group of veterans looked puzzled, but subconsciously stopped their attack.
Zhou Zheng said calmly: "If you and I make a move today, I'm afraid only one of us will be able to get out of this formation. Before we take action, I also want everyone to understand clearly."
"Shameless talk!"
“I don’t know who is dead!”
"Oh, Amitabha," Zhou Zheng said with a smile, "If I am not completely sure, will I come back?"
The fake Bixia Yuanjun, the fake Zhou Zheng, and the Six Old Taoists all have extremely solemn expressions.
This is what they worry about most.
Zhou Zheng showed up so openly and openly, so naturally he had seen through their arrangement and was fully confident in dealing with them.
If they had encountered this situation a few months ago, they would have yelled:
'It's nothing but the paradise of heaven, go up and do it!'
But now, this group of evil masters have a lot on their minds.
They thought about the Zhu Baoxing war that had just occurred, the heavy losses suffered by the demon clan, and the Zuo envoy who was nominally transferred to the front line to take charge of the overall situation, but actually lost his power.
Although they are not from Zuo Shi's lineage, they also know how much power Zuo Shi originally had.
The fake Bixia Yuanjun secretly complained.
Now that the conspiracy has been revealed, I feel guilty.
The momentum was taken away by Zhou Zheng. If the deadlock could not be broken, it would be difficult to escape.
She walked forward slowly and said slowly: "In that case, why bother talking more nonsense?"
"I just want to ask you," Zhou Zheng said calmly, "Where did the real Bixia Yuanjun go?"
The fake Yuanjun sneered: "Why should the Emperor ask questions when he knows clearly?"
"Killed by you?"
"This happened a long time ago," Fake Yuanjun said calmly, "Old ministers of the Heavenly Court who rely on the merits of the Heavenly Way to improve their cultivation will be dead if they do not surrender."
"Then what?"
Zhou Zheng’s smile gradually faded:
"In other words, you have already arranged a lot of spies in the Futian Alliance?"
Fake Yuanjun immediately shut up and narrowed his eyes slightly.
There are two veteran Taoists who have a slight Taoist charm brewing in their sleeves.
Li Zhiyong, who was wearing a pig-head mask, suddenly said: "If you don't take action, you won't be able to ask them anything."
The Taoism in those two old Taoist sleeves was stagnant.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Zhou Zheng said in a slow voice, "They are now the turtles in the urn. They can tease them at will. It is always good to ask more questions."
Bing Ning asked: "They said, can you give them a way to survive?"
"I'm afraid not," Zhou Zheng said with a smile, "Didn't we hear what they said before? They are all very vicious. They want to kill all the monks here and leave the blame on me."
Li Zhiyong said: "Look, squad leader, are they stupid?"
"You're not stupid."
"How could they tell us what we want to know if they are not stupid?"
"Let's bet they have a strong desire to express themselves."
These three people, talking to each other, standing on the wall, seemed to be talking about cross talk.
"enough!"
An old Taoist said angrily: "You are talking too much nonsense! If you want to take action, do it!"
Zhou Zheng smiled and said: "There are still people who want to die. What do you think, Zhiyong?"
Li Zhiyong smiled and said: "It's better to help him."
Bing Ning nodded: "I'll do it."
The old Taoist's expression changed drastically, and he immediately took half a step back, his eyes full of vigilance, and a strong aura constantly surrounded him.
Bing Ning held the sword in her right hand, a blue light appeared in her eyes, and a force of energy locked onto Lao Dao.
Suddenly, all the old Taoists felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Bing Ning, however, remained motionless, her energy getting louder and louder, as if she was sure of winning with one move.
I don't know if I can beat him in a fight, but I'm already winning in terms of momentum.
So, the confrontation lasted for a while.
The foreheads of all the veteran Taoists were covered in cold sweat, and they were on the verge of breaking out.
The old man was just about to move his fingers.
"Wait a minute!"
Zhou Zheng suddenly shouted loudly and said firmly: "Instructor, why don't you step down and let Zhiyong fight him a few times."
"Okay," Bing Ning nodded and calmly put down the sword.
Then Li Zhiyong slowly moved forward, releasing a much more tyrannical pressure than Bing Ning. The pig-head mask smiled, and the surrounding space actually felt slightly distorted.
Forced to be full.
The pressure on that veteran was even greater, and all the veterans were looking at Li Zhiyong with all their attention.
So, the confrontation continued like this for a while.
All the old Taoists...
"Want to fight or not! Hi!"
Suddenly there was a cry from the corner.
The three people on the wall and the group of veterans in the courtyard looked over at the same time.
It was in the corner of the courtyard. There was a thin Taoist priest wearing a tattered Taoist robe lying on a futon, leaning on the back of a sleeping big man, with one foot on the leg of the fairy on the other side.
Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong almost escaped immediately.
There are elements outside of control here.
But Zhou Zheng soon discovered that there was a Tao Yun in the other party that was closer to him.
It seems like Buddhism?
Whoosh!
Two enemy veterans appeared beside the sloppy veteran, and their surroundings were already glowing with treasure.
The sloppy old man said impatiently:
"Why did you come to me instead of beating him? But you think I'm easy to bully? I just kindly remind you that the three of them are obviously stalling for time.
“Do you guys have shit in your heads?
"If your antidote cannot cure the poison you have administered, there must be another kind of poison! You guys showed up late, they just want you to have more time to fully absorb the poison."
The fake Yuanjun and the seven old Taoists were shocked.
They each made calculations with their fingers, and their expressions changed several times. Two old men with lower cultivation levels could not help but sit on the ground, with wisps of white smoke coming out of their foreheads.
Zhou Zheng frowned and looked at this sloppy old man, and said with a smile: "Senior, who has such evil plans against me, is he also from the Jietian Sect?"
"Jetian Sect?"
The sloppy old Taoist smiled and said: "The Queen Mother is hysterical and makes trouble. I don't want to have anything to do with her."
"Then what is going to happen, senior?"
"I'm just watching a show. Don't worry about me. Fight quickly. Fight quickly."
The old Taoist spread his hands:
"Hurry up and let's see what kind of Qinghua Emperor Laojun has cultivated. He is also the twelfth generation of Pure Yang, and he has abandoned the memory of his previous life. I've heard about you recently and my ears have become calloused. I'm here to help you." I’m not here to see you talking nonsense.”
Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong looked at each other, and the latter nodded slightly, with black shuttles appearing around him.
Zhou Zheng's energy locked onto that sloppy old Taoist, ready to use his latest blood escape technique at any time.
The next moment, thirty-six Wushuo exploded.
Bing Ning held a sword to protect the two of them.
The fake Yuanjun, fake Qinghua, and six old Taoists soared into the sky at the same time and crashed diagonally backward at the first moment!
Soon enough, the thirty-six Wushuo thrown out by Li Zhiyong split at the same time, and each 'slice' as thin as a cicada's wing cut across the light black traces, interweaving a dragnet.
There is a veteran who throws his hand and shoots out dozens of streaks of light.
An old Taoist spit out a giant sword from his mouth.
There seems to be a fairy island blooming from the palm of an old Taoist, lying across the Taoist temple.
Without exception, their methods were all designed to delay Li Zhiyong's offensive, and they had already felt an inexplicable threat from Wusuo's slice.
Quenched the poison.
The Qinghua Emperor's men didn't care about martial ethics at all, and they actually used poison!
There is no sense of honor from heaven’s orthodoxy!
"good!"
The sloppy old man waved and applauded.
But these seven old Taoists and the fake Bixia Yuanjun are not ordinary golden immortals. They want to leave at this moment, and Li Zhiyong's magic weapon cannot catch up.
Sudden;
Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum——
Bursts of Buddhist chants were heard in the air, and a golden Buddha appeared out of thin air. The group of old Taoists seemed to have hit an invisible wall and were directly knocked back by the light of the Buddha.
In severe cases, he vomits blood directly; in mild cases, the Qi and blood tremble.
Li Zhiyong's eyes flashed, and he pushed forward with his right hand. The large intertwined black net quickly moved forward, trapping all seven old men.
The latter is also not a kind person. At this moment, he is using all means to separate those 'slices' and does not dare to let the slices get close at all.
The sloppy old man looked at it with great interest.
Zhou Zheng sent a message and warned: "I don't know whether this person is an enemy or a friend, but he must be a master of Buddhism. Since he wants to see the fighting method, I'm afraid we can't do it without showing some tricks."
"Monitor, please hide more," Li Zhiyong replied in a voice.
For the first time, this guy took the initiative to take half a step forward, with transparent silk threads stuck to his fingers, flicking them as fast as a phantom.
However, Bing Ning dodged and rushed into the field. A wisp of ice crystal spread out, sealing all the sleeping monks here with black ice to prevent them from being hurt by the aftermath of the battle. Then she used the art of controlling ice to try to slow down the movements of those experienced monks.
But the other party is obviously not a vegetarian.
At this moment, the escape route was blocked, and everyone was aroused to be ferocious. They could not care about the pure aura disguised around them. Each of them revealed their green-faced and fanged Dharmakaya, and their bodies were either wrapped in blood evil aura or black.
Surrounded by the practice of karma.
This is actually a master of the human lineage of cultivating demons.
The Jietian Sect doesn't just win over the demon clan.
But only one thing.
These veteran Taoists all feel that their spiritual reactions are gradually becoming sluggish, as if they had not slept for days and nights before practicing, and their whole people gradually became numb from the inside out.
This is the effect of the multi-spoken cross talk between Zhou Zheng, Li Zhiyong and Bing Ning.
"What's wrong! I can't get rid of this poison!"
"You are really dead! Where did you come from to poison everyone like this! Everyone, please take action quickly!"
Fake Bixia Yuanjun stared at the sloppy old man for a while.
The other party was very immersed in watching the fight at the moment, and the black ice melted on its own three feet away from him.
This is the biggest threat.
But they still have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
A ray of immortal consciousness of the fake Yuanjun was locked on the Qinghua Emperor, Qinghua Buddha and the reincarnation of Lu Dongbin on the wall.
The poison of this Taibai disciple is indeed difficult to deal with, but this Qinghua Emperor, and currently only the reincarnation of the Qinghua Emperor named Zhou Zheng, can be the breakthrough to reverse the situation.
This fake Bixia Yuanjun secretly used his methods to briefly discuss with two veteran Taoists with the highest level of cultivation.
The two old Taoists suddenly attacked Li Zhiyong and Bing Ning. Immortal light surged around them, and they relied on their own cultivation to forcefully separate Wu Suo, who was infected with the poison, with a fierce momentum.
Li Zhiyong was forced to change Wusuo's blockade, and Bing Ning also immediately cooperated to set up black ice walls to hinder the opponent's offensive.
In the midst of the electric light and flint, three streams of light suddenly rushed towards Zhou Zheng.
Li Zhiyong seemed to have expected it, and more than a dozen Wushuo crossed diagonally and blocked the three streams of light directly.
The Wusuo formation deployed by Li Zhiyong even slightly disturbed the universe here, making it impossible for them to use the escape method of the universe. It can be said that their preparations were insufficient.
At this time!
The figure of the fake Bixia Yuanjun suddenly collapsed into dust, and a sword light erupted outside the wall, piercing Zhou Zheng's shoulder!
Where is Bixia Yuanjun at this time?
It was an old woman, wearing a scarf on her head and holding a snake sword in her hand. Her eyes were full of ruthlessness and coldness.
It is true that she wants to capture Zhou Zheng alive, but as long as she is stabbed by her sword, it will only take a moment... to destroy the cultivation level of this fairyland monk...
Zhou Zheng suddenly turned his head, with a slight smile on his lips, and his delicate face was filled with Buddha's light.
The next moment, the long sword of the fake Bixia Yuanjun pierced the air strangely, not even grazing the edge of the white monk's robe.
But Zhou Zheng's face was still there, with a smile and slightly squinted eyes. He seemingly casually raised his right fist and punched the old woman's forehead without any fancy.
boom!
This is the sound of fists and flesh meeting.
A burst of bright red exploded, and the walls of the Taoist temple collapsed. A shock wave raged, blowing sand, dust and ice shavings everywhere. The ground was dotted with the corpse with only half of its head left, and radioactive cracks appeared.
There was a rumble deep in the earth, and obvious cracks appeared in the mountains here. This was the aftermath of very precise power control.
All the old Taoists in the field were stunned, as if they saw the Jade Emperor suddenly put on a pink dress, and their hearts were trembling slightly.
"Is this your level? Are you still plotting against me?"
Zhou Zheng took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his fist gently, and said slowly:
"If I have to take action, I can't give Zhiyong and Bingxian a chance to grow."
Then, Zhou Zheng squinted at the sloppy old man who was watching the fun, casually pinched a trembling soul in the corpse, imprisoned it with Buddha's light, and gently tossed it in his hand.
The latter's expression was a little stagnant. He raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose. He straightened his posture unconsciously and rolled his eyes, already planning to leave.