Qinglian Temple.

Clear lights fell from the sky, and green lotus stretched out in the light, and the spiritual light overflowed, penetrated through the void.

Countless long, short, large and small shadows of rectangular talismans appeared and faintly in the spiritual light, just like the Taoist patterns naturally generated by heaven and earth, protecting the entire Qinglian Temple.

There were hundreds of thousands of Taoist men wearing water and fire robes holding long swords in their hands and forming formations to attack the mountain protection formation of Qinglian Temple in crazily.

These Taoists are all disciples of the Qinglian Temple Water and Fire Hall. The water and fire thunder technique they practice, the yin and yang are generated, the water and fire are stimulated, and the thunder is generated, which is unpredictable and has powerful power.

Especially the natal flying sword tempered by the Yuan thunder condensed by the innate water and fire energy, it flew away, with a sound like thunder, and it was thousands of miles in an instant. It was the supreme method to subdue demons and kill enemies.

Hundreds of thousands of Taoists from the Water and Fire Hall joined forces, and even the four enemy countries in their heyday dared to rush around.

This water and fire thunder formation, driven by the Taoists of the Water and Fire Hall, even struck a ghost master for several days and nights outside the protection circle of the Fuss Fire Legend formation, and finally escaped unscathed.

From this, we can see the power of this formation.

But at this moment, hundreds of thousands of water and fire swords turned into thunder and crazily hit the mountain protection formation of Qinglian Temple. Then he saw the Taoist swords blowing into pieces in the air. The mountain protection formation did not move at all, and even a lotus in the clear light could not be cut down.

A group of high-level members of the core Qinglian Temple stood on the roof of a hall, looking at the hundreds of thousands of exhausted Taoist priests of the Water and Fire Hall with ugly expressions.

"Thunder Palace, take over!" A precept elder in Qinglian Temple shouted angrily.

Hundreds of thousands of Taoist people in the Water and Fire Hall fell from the air panting, and a cloud rose into the air in the distance. Hundreds of thousands of Taoist people wearing purple and silver thunder robes held long swords flashing with lightning, and attacked the mountain protection formation above their heads.

After many months, Qinglian Temple encountered trouble like Honglian Temple.

The 100,000 ancestors in the back mountain were missing, and the mountain protection formation was like a madman, trapping all the Qinglianguan Taoists at the mountain gate and unable to enter.

The host of Qinglian Temple and the elders made a quick decision and asked the disciples to form a formation to attack the mountain protection formation crazily, striving to break through the barrier and seek the truth behind the scenes.

But this formation is so solid that it makes people desperate. Every pattern, every restriction, and every array eye are so familiar and clear, but they can't do anything about this natural mountain protection formation.

"Who is this, are you kidding us Qinglian Temple?" An elder murmured to himself with a gloomy face.

"This is not a joke, it's a bit like trying to kill us all." A guardian elder said sinisterly: "Closing the door and beating the dogs, you can't escape... It's such a big move, I just don't know what they are waiting for."

Outside the gate of Qinglian Temple and under the archway, the mountain guards of Qinglian Temple this generation of Zui Buddhas leaned lazily on the pillars of the archway, spreading their long legs lazily, holding a wine gourd in their left hand, and pouring wine into their mouths comfortably.

Occasionally, he would look up at the mountain protection formation above his head.

Occasionally, he would look at the group of fellow disciples in the hall far away.

But his eyes were peaceful, without any ripples, as if all the changes in the outside world could not alarm his heart.

The strong smell of alcohol was scattered. If the disciples of Qinglian Temple who were running around from a distance would respectfully bow to the drunk Buddha Taoist, and then pretend that he did not exist and did whatever he should do. No one would ask for anything or what to ask for from this outrageously high-ranking ancestor...

In fact, the old Taoists of Qinglian Temple all know that this drunk Buddha Taoist is irresponsible.

The guardian of the mountain, the guardian of the mountain, is a sharp sword guarding the mountain gate of Qinglianguan. If he doesn't provoke him, he will be harmless. If he provokes him, he thinks about the faceless Buddha before, he was slashed by the guardian of three or two swords, and then he was attacked by someone and lost his golden body.

Someone once commented privately - the mountain guard of Qinglian Temple, the Taoist who has the cultivation level of the Three Gods Sects!

The so-called first in the Three Gods Sects naturally included all the self-sealed immortals.

Hundreds of thousands of self-enclosed old antiques are included, and so many amazing geniuses in the Three Gods Sects are counted. The cultivation level of the Drunken Buddha and Taoist is the best!

After blinking his eyes, the drunk Buddha Taoist secretly raised his little finger with his right hand.

A 'sweep' sound.

A very bright blue sword light, tens of thousands of times brighter than lightning, was only the thickness of a leek, one foot long, and pierced the sky with a sharp and subtle sound of breaking through the air.

The sword light flashed and slashed heavily on the mountain protection formation of Qinglian Temple.

The mountain protection formation caused a faint ripples, and then the sword energy dissipated.

The Taoist Zui Buddha was stunned for a moment, then sighed and shook his head. The Taoist formations of hundreds of thousands of Water and Fire Halls and Thunder Hall could not shake the slightest formation. They were actually slightly shocked by a sword light, which showed how powerful this sword light was.

"But, the person who changed the Qinglian Temple Formation is even more terrifying." The drunk Buddha Taoist murmured to himself: "The God King... is the supreme power."

Squinted his eyes, the drunk Buddha and Taoist grinned: "But, what do you care about me?"

"You are all leeks... just waiting for the sickle to cut them."

"They are ready to cut the leeks, and none of you can escape."

The drunk Buddha and Taoist sniffed a strong smell of wine, and a strange and complex expression flashed away on his face that had been indifferent.

Hate, entanglement, fear, longing...

Several young Taoist boys with pairs of buns on their heads and were innocent and cute, ran out of the gate of Qinglian Temple carefully, carrying a few big wine gourds panting, ran to the side of the drunk Buddha Taoist, and placed the wine gourd beside him.

"Old ancestor, our mountain protection formation, what's wrong?" A young Taoist boy with red face asked the drunk Buddha and Taoist carefully.

"I heard from other young ancestors that we are trapped by powerful enemies?" A young Taoist boy, who was born with white and tenderness, whispered to the drunk Buddha Taoist.

The drunk Buddha and Taoist are silent.

Another pretty girl Taoist boy who was born with Yu Xue, waved his fist hard: "But our Qinglian Temple is so strong that we are not afraid of any enemy, right? Is it? Ancestor?"

The drunk Buddha Taoist looked at the little girl, slapped her on the butt, and shouted softly: "What do you know after eating a few bowls of white rice? The frog in the well, I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. Qinglian Temple is very strong? Humph!"

"Go, go, go, don't delay the old Taoist drinking..." The drunk Buddha Taoist seemed to have a look at a chicken and drove away several Taoist boys.

Looking at the backs of several Taoist children running wildly, the drunk Buddha and Taoist smiled slightly, and then his smile suddenly froze.

Qinglian Temple is very strong?

fart!

If it weren't for the Shui Dynasty's Fire Fire Legend formation, and the supreme existence among three or five demons and monsters, they would have slaughtered the Qinglian Temple.

If placed...

The face of the drunk Buddha Taoist twitched violently. He gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky. His realization seemed to penetrate the thick atmosphere of the Mu Continent, and it had been through the extremely high and extremely high sky, the boundless void that wrapped the entire Mu Continent, the "primitive membrane of gods" outside the dark and boundless void, and the infinite Hongmeng world outside...

He seemed to see the vast area, like countless soap bubbles embedded together...

The world of the divine realm!

"My home..." The drunk Buddha Taoist choked into his trachea with a sip of old wine. He coughed violently a few times, and tears burst out from his coughing.

“It’s been a long time…”

The drunk Buddha and Taoist murmured to himself: "Scared, the punishment for reincarnation for a lifetime, haha, haha!"

The mountain protection formation of Qinglian Temple, which was still unmoved by hundreds of thousands of Taoist men from the Thunder Palace, was about a hundred feet away from the side of the Taoist monks in Zuiming Palace. The formation quietly cracked a gap. Pei Feng, wearing black armor and surrounded by a layer of faint black magic flames, pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand and walked in lightly.

Behind Pei Feng, a long fur-colored robe with blood-colored robe was as fierce as burning blood plasma. The fierce light in her eyes was so strong that she could turn into a blood prison that could be wiped out by billions of swords at any time, and she floated in silently.

The drunk Buddha Taoist suddenly woke up. His body shook, threw down the wine gourd in his hand, and emerged out of thin air in front of Pei Feng and the Blood Prison.

Three blue-green flying swords, more than one foot long, were suspended in front of the drunk Buddha Taoist man. The sword light was unsteadily swallowed and spit out. Straws of sword intent turned into sharp Taoist patterns visible to the naked eye, and quickly spread around.

In an instant, the surrounding area was covered with strands of sword-like patterns.

The sword pattern is like crystal glass, turning into a sharp crystal glass cover, completely surrounding the void.

The body of the drunk Buddha Taoist was also filled with infinite sword intent. His body turned into a translucent shape. Only sword lights were flowing back and forth in his body. Countless sword lights were intertwined, and a sword seal the size of a human head and between his chest and abdomen condensed into a sword seal between the virtual and the real.

After the Faceless Buddha of Honglian Temple was enlightened and killed the Black Wind King, he suddenly understood and his mood was rapidly rising. Only then did he condense a half-fixed and half-full half-finished Buddha seal.

As for scenes like Drunk Buddha and Taoist, he should have condensed this sword seal many years ago.

Just like the faceless Buddha, some of the spirits and spirits of the drunk Buddha and Taoist people are hindered by the laws of this world and cannot be completely integrated, so this sword seal is only half-figure and half-figure, and cannot be completely condensed.

"Empress Pei Feng... King of Blood Prison!" The drunken Buddha Taoist spitted out a sword light several feet long in his eyes, and his voice became extremely sharp and cold: "You two must come here... Is this mountain protection formation the work of King Wu?"

Pei Feng applauded gently, stared at the drunk Buddha Taoist and chuckled, "It's true that smart, not bad. This mountain protection formation is the method of our Wu Tie."

The Blood Prison whistled softly behind Pei Feng.

The drunken Buddha Taoist's body was wrinkled and full of holes, and the Taoist robe was floating gently, looking at Pei Feng and said solemnly: "Are you going to destroy my Qinglian lineage?"

Pei Feng smiled and looked at the Taoist Drunk Buddha: "What do Wu Tie thinks? I don't care... My mission is for you."

The drunk Buddha Taoist was silent for a while: "Old Taoist, just an old drunkard who has no intention of the world. Empress Pei Feng has a noble status, and I am..."

"High, too modest...hehe!"

The cunning laughter was like a smooth slug, and it suddenly penetrated into the ears of the drunk Buddha and Taoist.

The drunk Buddha Taoist twitched his body and frowned and said, "Who is it?"

Misty smiled and walked in with a crimson official uniform of the former eunuch of the Sui Palace. He first bowed deeply to Pei Feng in a flattering manner, and then bowed carefully to the blood prison with a murderous intent.

Only then did he straighten his body, his flattering smile disappeared, and his majesty suddenly appeared on his face.

"Xunming... Do you still remember this name?"

A stream of extremely noble blood pressure spread faintly on the mist.

The sword intent of the drunk Buddha and Taoist condensed like a substance was shaken and almost shattered out of thin air. He looked at Mitsu in horror, his body staggered back a few steps, and his waist bent subconsciously, and he was about to bow to Mitsu.

But soon, the waist was bent down less than ten degrees, and the Taoist Drunken Buddha straightened his waist slowly little by little.

The loose sword intent condensed, and the sword light in my eyes became more and more fierce, and my whole body was as breath as a thousand icebergs. The drunk Buddha and Taoist stared at the fog and said word by word: "The conspiracy gods...the bloodline of the gods."

Mizuno roared in a low voice with annoyed look on his face: "The Wisdom Gods! Damn it!"

The drunk Buddha Taoist stared at the mist: "The bloodline of the God King is only the cultivation level of the middle-level god general. Haha, with the strength of the old Taoist half-step Divine King realm, one sword can be cut... Kneel down, otherwise..."

Misty's legs suddenly became weak and he almost fell to the ground.

In fact, he is not good at head-on confrontation with people. The sharp sword intent of the Drunken Buddha Taoist has soaked his body. Facing the determined Drunken Buddha Taoist, Misty has no confidence in his heart.

The drunk Buddha Taoist can really kill him with one sword.

Moreover, the information that Mizuki finally found out told him that this drunk Buddha Taoist was not afraid of killing him with one sword.

So the mist quickly shrank behind Pei Feng and said carefully: "The noble His Majesty Pei Feng, this is Xuan Ming, the bloodline of the high-level god general of the Ice Spirit Goddess, who believes in the glacier goddess of the Ice Spirit Goddess..."

With a dry cough, Mizuno said softly: "Long before that large-scale reincarnation erosion plan, about 300,000 years ago, Xuanming refused the courtship of a descendant of a high-level god king and injured him with a sword... the indescribable vital... the descendant of the god king punished her... reincarnation for a hundred lives, and it was all men for a hundred lives."

The body shivered, and the mist murmured: "The soul and soul memory and emotional views are all women, but the body is men... Tsk, it's such a terrible experience!"

Shaking his head, Mizuno said softly: "What is particularly important is that Xuanming's lover, her true lover, was completely annihilated by the descendants of the God King... He wants to punish her. As a man for generations, he misses his lover forever, but he can only immerse himself in endless despair and regret."

The three flying swords floating in front of the drunken Buddha Taoist man were shaking violently, constantly making extremely high and sharp sounds of swords.

His face turned as dark as ink, and he shouted at the fog at the top of his lungs: "Report your name to you. No matter who you are a conspiracy god, I must kill you!"
Chapter completed!