Taixuan Sutra, a mysterious and mysterious martial art.

After integrating Shi Potian's Taixuan Sutra, Gu Qingci was surprised to find that this martial art includes various martial arts, including three sword techniques, three light skills, three boxing skills, and three internal skills. If these twelve top martial arts are separated, each of them will be enough to cause a bloody and storm. The unknown master who created the Tai Potian Sutra directly merged the twelve martial arts together, which was enough to shock the earth. This is why later generations always say that Shi Potian is already cultivating immortals, because this sect is no longer a martial art that should be found in the human world.

A sword stabbed out, and countless white shadows floated by, and finally merged together. Gu Qingci was among thousands of flying swords. At that moment, he seemed to be a god of killing from the sky, with a calm and magical aura and terrifying. The murderous intent was like the sentence of killing a person with ten steps, without leaving a thousand miles, as if passing through thousands of troops and horses, stained with blood.

As the majestic sword intent fell, Jingxuan's face turned pale and quickly took a few steps back. She remembered that the owner of Feng Manlou had commented on Gu Qingci's sword some time ago. It was not a sword that should be found in the world. The sword was extremely fast, extremely sharp, and the sword intent was invincible!

Jingxuan used a sword, but at this moment she directly abandoned the sword and quickly took out something like a mirror, but it was neither gold, stone, nor copper, nor iron. There was a gleam on the front, and a purity of Buddha light burst out from the mirror.

It was indeed a mirror. When the white light burst out, Gu Qingci's surging sword appeared in the mirror. What was terrifying was that the thousands of rays of sword energy were actually integrated into the mirror, like a bottomless black hole that devoured everything.

Gu Qingci slowly landed and stepped on the branch of a cherry blossom tree. The leaf sank slightly and then rebounded back to raise Gu Qingci a little higher. He was still expressionless, just holding a sword and looking at Jingxuan, and whispered: "The Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror is indeed extraordinary!"

"Hmph," Jingxuan looked at Gu Qingci, turned his hands, and the six reincarnation mirror stood in front of his chest, and said coldly: "Gu Qingci, if you know the appearance, hand over that demonic boy, otherwise don't blame me for being polite!"

"Oh, is that?" Gu Qingci seemed to be smiling.

Jingxuan sneered and didn't say anything, but she did disdain Gu Qingci, because the Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror is the most treasure of Cihang Jianzhai. Under the master, all attacks can be defended, and even ordinary masters may not be able to break the Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror.

Mochou's sword buzzed and was thrown into the air by Gu Qingci. He waved his fingers gently and sang softly: "I'm idle after Xinling, drink, take off my sword and knees,"

The technique of taking off the sword is to fly with the sword.

A shrill and powerful sword intent was crossed in front of Gu Qingci, and then flew in the air without any trace, as he wanted, the invisible sharpness appeared in the air, like an endless fallen tree, but it was unpredictable.

"The Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror is indeed very powerful, but it's a pity that there are not enough people to use it!"

As Gu Qingci lost his sword, Jingxuan's face turned pale. The Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror does have very powerful defensive capabilities. However, if you make it clear, this is just the so-called Buddhist principle of a flower, a leaf and a world. It only maps the things illuminated by the Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror to the mirror world.

However, if the mirror cannot project, it cannot be mapped.

Gu Qingci's Mochou Sword moved as he wanted, and Jingxuan had no time to control the six reincarnation mirrors.

Mochou's sword breaks through the air and passes in a flash.

A wound broke out on Jingxuan's wrist, blood was everywhere.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror is out of hand!

At this moment, someone emerged.

…………

In Yangzhou City, a young monk came to him at some point, wearing a white cassock and handsome face. His eyes were particularly bright, and he looked around, as if he was looking for something.

Just as he crossed a bridge, he suddenly folded his hands together and whispered: "Amitabha!" He suddenly felt like the dandelion blown away by the wind, floating up along the breeze, which attracted many people to watch. Fortunately, there were more people coming and going in the world, and there were even more people in Yangzhou City. Except for someone who was amazed that the little monk had great light skills, it did not cause any noise.

But when the little monk flew over a loft, he suddenly seemed to hit a transparent cover, and let out a scream and fell down. He fell on the top of the loft, his butt fell to the ground, his hands and feet were facing the sky. He immediately patted his butt, stood up, and shouted: "Who is he bullying your Grandpa Sanzang?"

As soon as he finished scolding, he suddenly saw an old man with white bearded standing on the top of the attic with his hands behind his back, with an extraordinary temperament, and a book hanging around his waist, and he could only vaguely see the Book of Changes. The monk's eyes turned and suddenly wanted to die in his mind that someone who fits this image very well, especially in Yangzhou now.

The little monk's eyes turned and he stood up quickly. His temperament changed suddenly. He folded his hands and bowed and said, "Amitabha, the little monk buried three times, burying the sky, the earth and the people. I have seen the seniors. The scenery here is endless. I will not disturb the seniors. Goodbye!"

The old man with white beard slowly turned around, looked at the little monk, and whispered: "Sanzang, how about chatting with me?"

Sanzang looked at the white-bearded old man and stood quietly, saying, "Senior, the monk has important things to do, so it's not convenient to stay for a long time!"

The old man stroked his beard, and the breeze came over and said slowly: "I don't know how many years no one has rejected me, especially the monk. I remember the last monk who rejected me, but now there are only a pile of ashes left."

Sanzang's eyes condensed, he slowly raised his hand, sighed, and said, "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell..."

The old man looked at Sanzang with a smile.

Sanzang suddenly grinned and said, "Whoever loves to go to hell, hehe, senior, come on, we meet is fate. Look at how wonderful the scenery of Yangzhou is!"

"Haha," the old man chuckled.

Sanzang touched his head awkwardly and asked, "Senior, Mr. Wuque?"

"It's me!"

Sanzang swallowed his saliva and said, "Didn't you hear that seniors have gone to Yan State?"

Mr. Wuque leaned over and looked and whispered: "I just came back, but it seems that I have to go to Daguangming Temple again."

Sanzangteng stood up and said, "Sir, I will return to secular tomorrow and will not be a monk!"

Mr. Wuque: "…"

At this moment, Mr. Wuque suddenly spoke slowly: "President Chen, why not talk about it first?"

Sanzang's eyes widened, and there were countless forces in the world. Not one or two of them were the leader of the alliance, but they could afford to be called Mr. Wuque and call him the leader of the alliance, so there was no need to think that there was only one person, Chen Tongxuan, the World Alliance.
Chapter completed!