At the same time, in the Songshan Shaolin Temple, Xinghong stood in the Main Hall with a sullen face, looking through the door at the swordsmanship that kept slashing at the formation.
"Abbott, it's been three hours, and that evildoer shows no sign of stopping!" Yuan Ning, the last member of the Yuan generation who stayed in Shaolin Temple, had anger on his face. Has Shaolin Temple ever been so humiliated? According to him
Even if he died happily in battle, he would not want to live such a useless life.
"Uncle Master, please be patient!" Xinghong also saw Yuanning's thoughts and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Shaolin Temple's thousands of years of foundation cannot be destroyed in our hands."
Taking a deep breath, Xinghong explained, "No matter what, Shaolin Temple can be regarded as the Taishan Beidou in the Chinese cultivation world. If the evildoer continues to cause trouble, there is no way that the Chinese high-level officials will let it go."
"Hey!" Yuan Ning sighed, and then said angrily, "If senior brother and the others hadn't gone to the interstellar battlefield, it would be this monster's turn to show off his evil in Shaolin!"
Xinghong shook his head, said nothing more, clasped his hands together, and strode towards the back of the Main Hall.
Soon, Xinghong appeared outside a Zen room.
"Crunch!"
As Xinghong arrived, the door of the Zen room slowly opened. Qingxuan, a man wearing a long gown, walked out with a long sword in his hand and a calm expression. He raised his eyelids slightly, looked at the black and white swords above his head, and said: "Xinghong
Abbot, I told you a long time ago that I would leave this matter to Shushan Secret Realm, but you just didn’t listen!"
Xinghong's expression was as usual and he said: "Master Qingxuan, if you take action, it will only add another corpse!"
"Huh?" Master Qingxuan narrowed his eyes, and there was a dense light flowing through them.
Xinghong seemed not to feel the unkind gaze of Master Qingxuan, and continued: "What I said is not alarmist. Many of Shaolin Temple's trump cards were cracked by Huang Quanlu, and even Master Xuhui died in the hands of those evildoers. Master Qingxuan, you
Although he is strong, he cannot be a match for those monsters!"
"snort!"
Master Qingxuan snorted coldly, but did not continue to refute, "Then why did you come to me?"
"I want to ask Shushan Secret Realm to help Shaolin Temple survive this disaster!"
"Why?" Master Qingxuan asked coldly.
"Shushan Secret Realm is willing to take action. Shaolin is willing to offer a heavenly treasure. If it can kill the monsters on Huangquan Road and this place, it will also add a holy talisman!"
"Holy Talisman?"
Master Qingxuan took a breath of air, his eyes full of shock, "Does your Shaolin Temple have a holy talisman?"
"Absolutely true!"
"Since you have the holy talisman, why don't you use it?"
"Because that's not an offensive talisman!"
"I see!"
Master Qingxuan suddenly raised his head and looked at the formation covering the Shaolin Temple, "Is this the holy talisman?"
"Yes!" Xinghong didn't hide anything. "The holy talisman is Mighty. I don't say much. Master Qingxuan, you can clearly see it."
"Shaolin Temple is shrouded in holy symbols, how can I convey information to the sect?"
"Lao Na will open a rift!"
"good!"
Inside the Zen room, Master Haoyang was sipping tea and listening with open ears to the transaction between Xinghong and Master Qingxuan outside. He couldn't help but mutter, "How do I feel that this matter will cause complications?"
At the same time, behind the Shaolin Temple, Tian Jiexing squatted on the ground, his face full of solemnity, and he pasted the runes on the nimbus.
"This doesn't look like a formation!"
After a while, Tian Kuanxing raised his hand and touched his chin, with a look of thought in his eyes, and whispered in a low voice, "There are countless formations in the world, but no matter what formation they are, they are all composed of formation diagrams, formation eyes, formation patterns and energy.
It is composed of source. But why can’t I see a trace of the formation pattern?”
It's normal to not be able to find the formation diagram and formation eyes, but if there are no formation patterns, it would be a bit weird.
"Unless, this is not a formation. If it is not a formation, then there is only one possibility. Is this a talisman?" Tianjue
In this world, no matter how powerful the talisman is, it may not be able to withstand such a ferocious sword force from the judge."
"It won't be a spiritual talisman that transcends talisman treasures, or even a holy talisman, right?"
What the Taoist priests below the small star level condense is called talisman, what the venerable person above the small star level condenses is the spiritual talisman, and what is above it is the holy talisman.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Tian Quexing's expression changed slightly, he stretched out his five fingers, and talismans flew out one after another. In cooperation with each other, they turned into a talisman and landed on the light wheel.
"Why did a gap suddenly appear?" Tian Kuanxing raised his eyebrows, wondering in his heart.
At this moment, a sword light rose from the sky and disappeared in an instant.
Ding Peng tilted his neck and looked at the direction where the sword light disappeared. His figure suddenly turned into an afterimage and chased after him.
In the Shaolin Temple, Master Qingxuan looked at Ding Peng who was chasing Jianmang, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips, and said coldly, "You are really innocent, you actually chased thousands of miles to find the blood curse. If you can catch it, I will kill you on the spot."
Kill yourself."
…
In the darkness, Ye Feng's eyes boiled with gold. He looked at the sword light whizzing past him and took a sudden step forward. His terrifying speed instantly surpassed the sword light.
"Thirty times the speed of sound?" A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the sword light, "Don't run away. With your speed, you can't escape!"
"Snapped!"
With a sharp squeeze of the five claws, the sword light suddenly disintegrated.
"A drop of blood?"
Looking at the drop of blood in his palm, Ye Feng blinked with a mischievous smile on his face, "Blood Dark Hand!!!"
In the Shaolin Temple, Master Qingxuan, who had a sarcastic smile on his lips, suddenly froze, and a layer of frost enveloped him.
"boom!"
Endless sword energy surged out of his body, shattering the ice, but his eyes were full of horror, "Wan, Wanli blood-seeking curse, was... intercepted?"
"Huh?" Xinghong raised his eyebrows and stared at the astonished Master Qingxuan, "Master, didn't you just say that no one can catch up to the Wanli Blood Seeking Curse?"
"This..." Master Qingxuan was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain it.
"call!"
Exhaling a breath of turbid breath, Master Qingxuan gritted his teeth and said: "Abbott, you are opening a crack. This time, I cast ten Thousand Miles Blood Seeking Curse at the same time! I don't believe it, they can intercept all the Thousand Miles Blood Seeking Curse.
"
"Okay!" That's it, Xinghong has no better way.
Of course, the reason why Xinghong dared to open the gap was because he believed in the power of the holy talisman. Even the small star Dzogchen Master would not be able to sense the existence of the gap.
"Buzz!!!"
Just when the nimbus cracked again and ten sword rays shot out, Tian Kuixing, who was squatting behind the Shaolin Temple, stood up suddenly, slapped three talismans on the nimbus, his eyes flashed with light, and he shouted
, "Break it open for me!!!"
"Boom!!!"
As the three talismans merged into the light wheel, the entire Songshan Mountain shook violently. The actual light wheel continued to ripple and twist, as if it would collapse at any time.
