Chu Yun and Fu Jiao Tianwang fought, and other Chu family elders also fought with several other heavenly kings. Although the momentum and power of these eighth-grade masters in Yuanli were earth-shaking, the control and control of the force were amazing, and they controlled them within a thousand miles. Although both the celestial phenomena and the light and shadow within a thousand miles were blurred, others could not see who would win or lose.

Of course, the power of their fighting has not been revealed, and it has affected the people who are still fighting on the sword map.

At this time, Murong Junpeng and Murong Congyun, who were covered in scars, looked at the battle in the sky like a wooden chicken. They thought a lot and heard Murong Jiang say some secrets. But they didn't expect that the Chu family's trap actually attracted the Heavenly Kings of Leiyin Temple! Although these Heavenly Kings are not the real Heavenly King Buddha Fruit, just the praise of the Buddha's guardians by the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha, they will know the profound impact of today's battle! This... is simply a preview of the Immortal and Buddha formation!

"Uncle Fourteenth..." Murong Congyun looked at a sixth-grade Yuanli monk who had just been attacked by the two of them. The flesh and blood seeped into the sword map and disappeared, and asked in a low voice, "Let's think of a way to escape! If you stay here... you will die sooner or later! This is not a battle situation we can decide!"

"Yun'er, do you think I don't want to leave!" Murong Junpeng smiled bitterly, "As soon as I enter the sword map, I will merge with the sword map. If the sword map does not retreat, I can't leave! This is explained clearly in the jade pupil!"

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"But..." Murong Congyun argued, "Xiao Hua seemed to be able to escape from the sword grid before..."

"It's a pity that he is dead!" Murong Junpeng shook his head, "He may have used the secret technique of the Taoist sect! It's not something that I, Confucian scholar, can use!"

"Is... Yun'er going to die here?" Murong Congyun's face was pale, because she had seen that the fighting of nearly a dozen sword grids had stopped like hers, but the Buddhist guardians survived on the sword grid. Although these monks had blood stains like themselves, they had the killing and ignorance in their eyes, and turned their heads to look at themselves.

"Boom..." The disaster never came singly. Just thousands of miles away from Murong Congyun, a huge pot turned like a mountain. A golden Buddha light on both sides of the pot. A blood-red red lotus karma fire turned around the sword map like two chains. Hundreds of Confucian scholars were strangled by the Buddha light and the red lotus karma fire. They turned into flesh mud and fell on the sword map. Now the Buddha light and karma fire were rolled towards Murong Congyun! Above the pot, a heavenly king wearing a strange monk robe was reciting Buddhist scriptures, and his face was urging the pot without any expression.

This time the Chu family dispatched the head of the family and seven elders, but the Heavenly Kings in the Pure Land had long settled the power of the Chu family. There were nine Heavenly Kings who came through the teleportation channel this time. While the other eight Heavenly Kings fought with the Chu family, the remaining Heavenly Kings easily reaped the lives of the Chu family's disciples.

"Hehe, I'll just say it. The disciples of the Buddha Sect are all hypocritical. They are always kind-hearted. They say that they should not hurt the lives of ants when they sweep the floor, cherish moths and gauzes and lamps. They are all nonsense. Look at your fierce and evil appearance. If the believers of Changsheng Town see it, how sad they would be! How could the Buddha Sect in their hearts look like this?" Suddenly, a faint voice came from the sky with a teasing voice. Murong Congyun heard it in his ears, and a look of incredible expression appeared on her face. She screamed in disbelief, "Second Uncle Two? Why is he here? Where is the Seventh Uncle??"

"Yes, of course it's the second uncle!" Murong Junpeng cried with joy and shouted. "Only the second uncle, the literary saint, can attack and kill this heavenly king!"

However, before Murong Junpeng could look up, "Boom..." A cloud pillar suddenly flew in vastness from another direction, and when he got the sword map, it condensed into a big hand and looked down. It was the teleportation channel that grasped the teleportation channel. Several Haoran crystal silks that were thicker than the giant dragon were born from the void, flashing radially on both sides of the big hand. "Boom..." A deafening loud noise, the teleportation channel actually caught the big hand and moved more than a hundred miles out of thin air! However, just after moving a hundred miles, the green seal script in the teleportation channel suddenly became crazy, as if thousands of butterflies flashed their wings. "Boom..." In the blink of an eye, the entire teleportation channel collapsed, and green lightning and thunder flew out, hitting the big hand. The thick Haoran crystal silk on the big hand was defeated, and the whole hand collapsed...

"Silk..." Murong Congyun took a breath of air conditioning and moaned almost, "This... which senior Wenxing is this?"

However, the big hand dissipated and the cloud pillar disappeared in the void. Wen Xing, who had never appeared, did not even leave a trace of his breath. Not to mention Murong Congyun didn't know, even Murong Junpeng didn't know which Wen Xing was whim and reached out to attack!

At this time, Murong Congyun and Murong Junpeng could not think too much, but saw light and shadow flashing in the sky, and the familiar faces of the two men flashed like a bright moon in the sky. The already desperate mood was now overflowing with surprise.

Murong Congyun cried with joy and cried, "Dong... Gongshu Yan Yin Wensheng, Duanmu cornerstone Wensheng, Huangfu Gong succeeded Wensheng, Changsun Ji Wensheng, Yu Wenming Wensheng? Oh my God, why are the seniors of Wensheng from the first-class family coming?"

"More than that!" Murong Junpeng also smiled beside him, "There are also Kong Cheng Wensheng, Meng Beng Wensheng, Mo Xie Wensheng of the second-class family, Zou Zhenwensheng and Lu Chen Wensheng are all here!"

"These old seniors..." Murong Congyun said in a lost voice, "Why didn't Uncle Seven tell us the news they are coming?"

"Not to mention the news that Wen Sheng is coming, it seems that even the Chu family... may not know it!" Murong Junpeng looked at the lost disciples of the Chu family on the sword map, and the eight Wen Sheng from the Chu family who were fighting with the Buddha Sect's guardian heavenly king in the sky, and whispered.

Murong Congyun's expression changed slightly. He suddenly seemed to understand something, nodded slightly, and dared not ask anything more! The secret inside was no longer something she could know. Now she only knew that she could survive, which was better than anything else.

After more than a dozen Wen Sheng appeared, except for Lu Chen who faced the Heavenly King wearing a strange monk's robe, the other Wen Sheng shook their bodies and teleported on the sword map. In a moment, they surrounded the battle group of nine Buddhist sect guardians in the middle. As for the Buddhist sect guardians who still killed Confucian disciples, they didn't even look at it! Because, in the direction where Wen Sheng appeared, Murong Jiang and other disciples of various aristocratic families also rushed over...

More than a dozen Wen Sheng stood in the air, and the powerful aura around him enveloped the space of thousands of miles of the sword map. The origin of this aura was all Confucianism, so it was easy to unite. These Wen Sheng looked at each other and although they might not be able to see each other, their intentions had long been through this breath exchange. Gong Shu Yan Yin and five Wen Sheng recited the inscriptions of Jia, and the true energy in their bodies crashed into the battle group to help fight against the elders of the Chu family, Kong Cheng and other six Wen Sheng raised their hands and slapped the sword map under them.

Confucian scholars have always said that they had one hand to cover the sky, and these six big hands covered the entire sky. When they fell into the sword map, the entire sword map trembled violently, and then tens of millions of sword pillars stabbed into the sky. Not only that, countless Haoran crystal silks in the void fell into the sword pillar wildly. As soon as the sword pillar rushed out, it was as thick as a mountain.

"Buzz..." The sword pillar made a terrifying sword sound, condensed into the real body and emerged from the bodies of these literary saints. It was the Buddha Sect’s guardian heavenly king who held the sword pillar and stabbed at various battle groups!

"Amitabha, I have gained great knowledge today. Not only did I see the Confucian scholars and men wearing women, but I also saw the Confucian scholars and men swearing in the few. The so-called righteousness, the so-called open-mindedness, and the so-called uprightness are just the words on paper, and they are just masks used to whitewash the peace!" Fu Jiao Tianwang was ultimately defeated by the joint efforts of Chu Yun and Gongshu Yan Yin, and struggled to take off half of his body from the battle group and shouted. The dragon under his foot is now full of skin and flesh, and his whole body is twitching extremely, and he can't live.

Gongshu said that the five-color true energy above the Yin Pinmen Gate condensed into half a piece of Bauhinia, and he poked out his body from the chaotic and noble aura and thought power, and said coldly: "You are the guardian of the Pure Land, and eliminating demons and protecting Buddhas is the right way. But what is this? The territory of my Confucianism, you invade my territory, kill my disciples, and you still want to talk to me Confucianism about justice?"

"My Buddhist sect is truly open and upright, and the Buddha's light saves all sentient beings. Your Confucian scriptures are narrow and difficult to justify. The people of the Tibetan Immortal Continent choose the Buddhist sect. You do not care about it, but instead stifle the Buddha's light. Isn't this the devil in my eyes? You set up such a trap and lure my Buddhist sect to take the bait. What's the difference between the prostitutes who sell laughter and seduce good people in front of brothels? What's the face of talking about justice in front of me?" Seeing that the teleportation channel had been destroyed, the surrounding space was blocked by dozens of literary saints. The King of Fu Jiao knew that today's affairs would be difficult to end well, so he tore his face apart, and even the word "prostitute" was put on the Confucian scholars.

Others may not care, but Chu Yun's face was abnormally red, not only because the trap of the blood of the gods and demons was set by his Chu family, but also because of the origin of Ba Meisu, whom he had previously possessed, for a moment, although he had the strength of the eighth grade Yuanli, Chu Yun's heart could not help but be confused. Chu Yun's heart was confused, and immediately the flaw was seen by the Fu Jiao Heavenly King. The Fu Jiao Heavenly King did not see anything. A ray of Buddha light suddenly appeared on Chu Yun's chest, but this Buddha light was not the right way, but bloodshot, and every cluster of Buddha light was filled with the shape of a demon.

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Chapter completed!