Chapter 599: Seal Zhenxuan with one hand, a sword shocking the world
The boundary between Bayin Mountain and Jiuyin Mountain.
A mountain of green mountains, overlooking all directions.
Wooden tables, stone chairs, and the aroma of tea.
I saw a young man in white sitting here, pushing two teacups forward.
Above the clouds, in the flying boat, there were two rays of light, which fell in an instant and turned into two people.
The person on the right has a middle-aged appearance, an extraordinary bearing, a majestic look between his brows, and a cold, slightly fearful look in his eyes.
The man on the left, slumped and slumped, panting unsteadily, seemed to have exhausted all his strength to take a single step, as if he was dying of age.
But Zhuang Ming looked at the old man with a more solemn look.
Sure enough, as he expected, the pinnacle Zhenxuan from Ziyan Temple also came.
However, Ziyan Temple is an orthodox Taoist sect after all, and they did not act recklessly and directly started this fight. It seemed that because Zhuang Ming was making tea here and treating each other politely, the two did not rush to start a fight, but stopped.
Come down.
The master of Ziyan Temple looked at the old man.
The old man panted, supported the wooden table, and slowly sat down with stiff movements.
When the Master of Ziyan Temple saw him sitting down, he took a step forward and sat opposite Zhuang Ming.
He was slightly polite, then he picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and immediately put it down. His expression was calm, his demeanor was free and easy, and he looked upright and polite.
Zhuang Ming was opposite, looking at the two Taoists with a smile on his face.
The wooden table is no more than three feet wide.
The two sides were no more than three feet apart.
Sitting across from each other within a short distance.
Although the surface is calm, there are still turbulent undercurrents.
Suddenly, it seemed as if there was a wind blowing.
The surrounding flowers, plants and trees swayed gently and soon returned to calm.
But the vitality of these flowers, plants and trees has been wiped out by this invisible power.
Although it looks green at the moment.
But then, it will gradually wither.
"The master's murderous intention is inevitably a bit serious."
Zhuang Ming's expression was as usual, he added more tea and said with a smile: "As a cultivator, when the wind is light and the clouds are clear, you are so murderous and so angry. Why don't you drink more tea to get rid of your inner fire?"
Master Ziyan Temple picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said: "Fellow Taoist Taixu, don't you give me an explanation for what happened today?"
Zhuang Ming pondered slightly and said: "The Taoist friend in Ziyan Temple must have told the previous words to the temple owner, and it is the same now. In order to kill the Wolf King, he offered ten thousand bottles of spiritual spring, and since the death of the Wolf King
After that, the Fox Clan was no longer in crisis, and the situation was calm for twenty years. However, it was still regarded as the protection of Ziyan Temple, so it offered sacrifices to the spiritual spring every year. But today, the Fox Clan has the ability to protect itself, so everything should be done.
That’s it for now.”
A cold look flashed in the eyes of the master of Ziyan Temple, and his tone was low, and he said: "Back then, when you requested to go to Ziyan Temple, what you said today was quite different."
When Zhuang Ming heard this, he shook his head and said: "Could it be that how many years did I answer the promise back then? According to what I remember, there seemed to be no exact number of years at the time. In this case, there was no long-term commitment. Now that the Fox Clan has the ability to protect itself, the spirit
If the spring belongs to you, then return it to the Fox Clan."
The master of Ziyan Temple said coldly: "You are a smart person, you should know that such a spiritual spring can be used for a long time and is inexhaustible. It is like a treasure. It is an inseparable foundation for any force, including me, Ziyan."
The same goes for Yanguan."
Zhuang Ming paused for a moment and said: "But for the Fox clan, and even for me, this spiritual spring is the same, it is difficult to let go."
The Master of Ziyan Temple fell silent immediately, and after a moment, he said: "It is indeed you."
Zhuang Ming chuckled and said: "To be honest, Ziyan Temple only used a top Zhenxuan back then. Tens of thousands of bottles of spiritual springs, plus these more than 7,000 bottles in twenty years, made a huge profit. But if you want to
Once and for all, it is unreasonable to enslave the Fox Clan and occupy this spiritual spring for a long time."
The Master of Ziyan Temple has not spoken yet.
But the drowsy old man coughed.
The master of Ziyan Temple immediately fell silent and looked at the old man.
Zhuang Ming also cast his gaze on the old man.
The old man did not speak immediately. He seemed to have a dry mouth. He raised his glass and took a sip to moisten his throat before breathing out.
Only then did Zhuang Ming speak up: "Senior, what do you think?"
The old man's voice was weak and he said slowly: "It is up to the headmaster to decide on our affairs, but since I am here, I do have something to say."
Zhuang Ming nodded slightly and said: "Senior, I have something to say, but please speak frankly. It is best to be reasonable today and not to fight."
The old man said calmly: "When you asked to go to the Purple Smoke Temple, you should know that all the spiritual springs belong to me, the Purple Smoke Temple. Now that you regret it, you should know the consequences."
Zhuang Ming paused and said, "What's the outcome?"
The old man said leisurely: "Back then, you couldn't cope with the wolf king, so you sought the Purple Smoke Temple. It shows that your cultivation level is not high. Now you say that the Fox Clan has the ability to protect itself, so this
Does the power of self-preservation belong to the Fox Clan or to you?"
Zhuang Ming responded: "Since I stepped forward to protect the Fox clan, this ability naturally belongs to me."
The old man nodded slightly, and immediately his eyes shone brightly.
In an instant, a strong wind suddenly rose and swept thousands of miles.
The aura of the peak Zhenxuan suddenly erupted and became extremely powerful.
This is the most powerful magic power in the world!
The last realm of Zhenxuan!
And Ziyan Temple is one of the top inheritances in the world!
He has the inheritance of Ziyan Temple. Although he is old, he is still slightly stronger than the great monks of Zhenxuan Jiuyin from all over the world.
In an instant, the wooden table collapsed and turned into powder.
Within a short distance, murderous intent is revealed.
"If the Fox Clan has the ability to protect itself, then this matter will be over."
"But it seems to me that you still can't save the Fox Clan!"
"Back then, you couldn't even kill a demon wolf. How many kilograms do you have today?"
The old man's momentum exploded, and within a thousand miles, it was like a mountain pressing down, and it was stagnant to the extreme.
The master of Ziyan Temple took a sharp breath, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, even unable to move.
The old man looked at Zhuang Ming and said, "If you die today, the Fox Clan will still be protected by my Purple Smoke Temple!"
Before his voice fell, he formed a sword with his fingers and stabbed Zhuang Ming in the forehead.
The sword light at the fingertips is extremely sharp, as if piercing the void.
Within these three feet, the peak Zhenxuan suddenly attacked. He believed that with his own attainments, no cultivator in the world would be able to escape this sword!
At the next moment, his sword finger passed through Zhuang Ming's head.
Then Zhuang Ming's entire body disappeared into smoke and turned into nothing.
A look of astonishment suddenly appeared on the old man's face.
The master of Ziyan Temple was even more surprised.
This person was easily assassinated by Master's sword?
He is not as powerful as expected, is he just bluffing?
"You should be calm and talk some sense, why should you be so impatient?"
However, at this moment, Zhuang Ming's voice sounded slowly and appeared behind the two of them.
The old man's expression changed suddenly, he turned around suddenly and stabbed him with another sword finger.
Boom!
This sword finger seemed to be piercing an invisible shield, unable to penetrate!
Behind the two of them, three feet away, Zhuang Ming was dressed in white with a cold expression. The mana in his right hand burst out, blocking the old man's sword finger. When he reached out with his left hand, he used all his strength to move toward the master of Ziyan Temple.
go.
The Master of Ziyan Temple of Zhenxuan Eight Seals is also one of the few powerful people in the world.
But in this moment, he was enveloped by the magic power of Zhuang Ming's left hand!
The art of restraining the gods!
A world of its own!
This is his method of imprisoning Dao Jindan!
Now, with his cultivation, he is used to imprison a great monk of the Eight Seals of Zhenxuan.
And his right hand, pointed together into a sword, turned into it.
The Xu Hong Sword Technique came out suddenly!
In an instant, the old man retreated thousands of feet in shock.
"Senior, take another strike from me!"
Zhuang Ming's expression was cold, and he still held down the Master of the Purple Smoke Temple with his left hand, allowing the opponent's power to explode, but remained extremely calm and did not move at all.
And the sword finger of his right hand, with the sword light in an instant, defeated a peak Zhenxuan and defeated him step by step.
His eyes were cold as he looked at the old man with the Nine Zhenxuan Seals. He kept retreating under the light of his sword, and his breath gradually weakened.
The old man's eyes showed extreme fear.
And in Zhuang Ming's eyes, a look of surprise and uncertainty gradually emerged.
This old man with the Nine Seals of Zhenxuan gave him a great surprise.