Puzhi opened his eyes wide and thought carefully.

The fleeting Taoist rhyme just now, even if it was extremely small, but the vast realm that made the void tremble and was unbearable was something he had never heard of or seen in his life.

No, now he sees it.

He is not a real Taoist from Qingyun Sect, but a young man.

"Can you wield the sword again?" Puzhi asked.

He was so excited that he felt that the sword move was nothing outstanding, but the realm was as vast and infinite as the vast starry sky, but it was only a small part of it.

But it was in that corner that his cultivation realm was faintly touched.

What would happen if it was fully used? Could it help him break through? He didn't dare to imagine, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

But the young man just gently mentioned the long sword that was not a sword, as if he didn't hear it, and sat calmly in the corner of the broken sculpture with his eyes closed.

Puzhi opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He felt a little regretful, but at this moment he also believed that the young man could kill Zuo Yu.

The Cao Temple fell silent, and the two of them sat down and looked at each other.

Until the evening, when the sky was getting dark, Puzhi opened his eyes again, slightly confused, and tried to dissuade him: "What do you want to do from noon to now?"

"Go home quickly, it's not safe here at night."

The sky outside was full of strong winds and thunder, and he had already noticed something was wrong.

Chen Jun did not reply and remained silent.

Puzhi was still about to speak, but suddenly a strong wind swept across, black air filled the fields, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and lightning cracked through the sky, making this small grass temple standing alone in the wind lit up.

His face darkened, and without any further hesitation or any gesture, his skinny body rose up from the ground, and he had already arrived at the gate of Caomiao Village in an instant.

I saw a jet of black air that was as black as ink quickly passing through the Cao Temple. Puzhi's body jumped into the darkness. After a few muffled sounds, the black air suddenly stopped and hovered over the Cao Temple.

The old monk held a child under his ribs and slowly fell down, but a piece of his cassock had been torn off behind him, and the child who fell asleep was none other than Lin Jingyu whom he had seen during the day.

At this time, Chen Jun also walked out and looked at Cangsong Taoist of Qingyun Sect, whose face was covered in black clothes and whose whole body exuded a cold aura.

Who would have thought that this would be a Taoist master from the sect of Qingyun, the leader of the righteous path.

Before the two of them could get entangled and fight, he immediately warned: "Be careful, there is poison under Lin Jingyu."

Cangsong took a deep look at the young man in front of him, and was startled in his heart. At this time, Puzhi was even more frightened, but he was fully focused on the enemy in front of him. It was too late to pay attention to the seven-tailed centipede that jumped out of Lin Jingyu's arms like lightning.

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"Ah~"

Puzhi screamed in pain, and Lin Jingyu fell to the ground in his hand. His wrist was swollen with thick black blood, and a seven-tailed centipede flew up and fled quickly.

Puzhi suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He was sure that the man in black was coming for him, but he immediately spurted out thick blood with a loud sound. He hurriedly steadied himself and used Buddhist mysterious methods to heal his injuries and protect his body.

At this moment, Cangsong, the man in black, didn't waste any time and flew directly in the direction of Chen Jun.

Chen Jun was stunned, but after all, he was experienced in fighting and understood his plan instantly.

It was never his style to sit back and wait for death, relying on others, so he immediately moved his sword together.

But Cangsong's speed cracked the electric switch, like a black light. Even if he concentrated on using the powerful simulation calculation power of his brain, it was difficult to catch his figure.

If you can't even see the figure clearly, how can you draw a sword?

In the lightning and stone fire, the magnificent golden Buddha light illuminated the night sky. Regardless of his serious injury, Puzhi flew across the sky and fought fiercely with the black light.

This just played into Cangsong's plan, a long laugh roared in the air, and black light burst out, immediately swallowing up the golden light and sucking in the universal wisdom.

Chen Jun didn't expect that he would become the bait, but now he can only stay aside and not interfere.

This was his first time to observe the fighting skills of Xuan Dao masters at close range.

It was difficult for him to see the specific battle scene clearly, but the earth-shattering fluctuations of the spiritual energy around it were far beyond the martial arts plane. Moreover, both sides were flying in the air, their body speed was so fast, and the altitude was so high that they could last for a long time.

Waiting for multiple dimensions for so long is completely beyond imagination.

At this time, he was absorbing knowledge hungrily like a sponge, and gradually built models and simulations in his mind.

Boom.

With a loud noise, Puzhi suddenly fell to the ground, his face pale and shocking.

"ah!"

There was another scream, and at the critical moment of the battle between the two men, it was Zhang Xiaofan who slowly walked through the dark night from the Cao Temple Gate.

Cangsong, the man in black, laughed ferociously and wanted to take action against Zhang Xiaofan.

Puzhi clasped his hands together, laughed miserably, emitted a faint precious light, and hissed: "I will kill you today to get rid of this monster like you."

Cangsong's face changed, his heart beat violently, and he saw the old monk standing on the ground shouting loudly, chanting the jade beads in his hand along with the Dharma, which made him look more and more extraordinary.

"Okay, I'll let you die without a burial today."

The man in black hummed, held the sword in his hand, stepped on the seven stars, walked seven steps in a row, the long sword suddenly stabbed into the sky, and muttered something in his mouth:

"The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turns into divine thunder.

The splendid power of heaven, lead it with the sword!"

In a moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly surged, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed from the edge of the black clouds. There was a sense of solemnity between the sky and the earth, and a strong wind.

Qingyunmen, Divine Sword and Thunder Controlling True Art!

Pu Zhi suddenly understood the identity and background of the man in black, but after seeing the true teachings of Taoism, he couldn't help but feel excited when he thought of the merging of Buddhism and Taoism to pursue the secret of immortality.

Chen Jun stared closely at the apocalyptic scene with lightning all over the sky. He looked so powerless when he saw Puzhi turning the rosary beads into golden Buddha light and colliding with the flying thunder of the Milky Way.

Puzhi was already seriously injured by the poison, and he was at a disadvantage in the battle just now, and he was even more injured.

Chen Jun could no longer conclude that Pu Zhi could survive this blow. If he died, no one here would be Cangsong's opponent, and more than 200 villagers in Caomiao Village would die, including him.

"The fifteenth sword!"

Chen Jun walked out of the temple in a few steps, looked at the bucket-like purple thunder and lightning in the sky, suddenly slashed his sword into the air, and screamed.

This sword contains the ultimate secret of his mastery of swordsmanship. Just one move killed Tianlong Sweeping Monk. Now that he holds the sword in his hand, he can use it with all his strength.

boom!

In an instant, the pig iron ruler in Chen Jun's hand exploded into powder.

A ray of sword light came out of his hand, and the sword's intention soared into the sky, pointing directly at the sky and causing thunder.

At this moment, the sword light turned into a startling rainbow, piercing the night sky. The blazing light was like the huge tail flame of a meteor in the sky, and like a volcano erupting, blooming with a deadly threat. On the other side, Qingyun Mountain, Huanyue Cave, Daoxuan opened

The eyes shine with strange light.

Buzzing~~

Ripples and fluctuations appeared in the void like folds on the surface of a lake.

This was originally a mortal sword move, but suddenly Puzhi and Cangsongju opened their eyes and looked at the figure below at the same time.

boom!

The torrent of thunder and lightning in the sky waterfall swelled loudly, as if the giant holding the sharp blade was threatened by the sky, and unexpectedly struck the fatal sword light uncontrollably.

Chen Jun's hair exploded, he was not expecting this scene.

In an instant, the sword light collided with the torrent of thunder and lightning, and was suddenly wiped out. However, the light of the purple thunder and lightning also dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, the torrent of thunder and lightning did not stop, and struck down at a frightening speed, threatening to completely kill Chen Jun underneath.

"not good!"

Pu Zhi roared in his heart and recited the Buddhist law quickly. His palm prints changed and suddenly turned into a huge "Buddha" character. Golden light shone brightly, and lightning bolts flew out to block the torrent of thunder and lightning for him.

For just a moment, the Buddha's light three feet above Chen Jun's head was like a brocade cassock clashing with thunder and lightning, blooming with brilliant light. But in the blink of an eye, the Buddha's light exploded with a pop, and the thunder and lightning struck the figure below even more fiercely.

The wind whistled sharply in my ears.

Adrenaline was secreted crazily, and the danger of death suddenly struck. Chen Junling's stage was clear. Although his body was shaking a little, he looked up at the falling thunder and lightning and smiled calmly.

He is no longer afraid of death!

What he was afraid of was that there would be no progress, no exploration, and no gain. Now he saw the way forward.

"The Eight Tribes of Heavenly Dragons, hold the power of dragon elephants!"

The sound shook all directions. Chen Jun stood up to the sky with his head raised, his hands reaching out to the sky. In an instant, it was like ten dragons and ten elephants were protecting him in his hands, roaring towards the sky, and striking with thunder and lightning.

Pu Zhi was dumbfounded and couldn't control his excitement. If Chen Jun had shown excellent spiritual potential before, at this moment he seemed to see the Holy Son of Buddhism coming to earth.

Chen Jun bit the tip of his tongue and resisted desperately.

And in his body, the breath that came from the Sutra Pavilion of the Imperial Court of the Ming Dynasty was finally touched. Like a long dragon, it swallowed up more than a hundred years of pure internal energy and turned it into a mysterious and mysterious white breath.

Chen Jun was aware of the changes inside his body, but what was more terrible was the crisis above.

boom!

The dragon elephant burst, and he spurted out a large amount of blood. His face was like gold paper, and thunder and lightning arrived instantly and poured into his body.
To be continued...