The main hall is filled with precious flames, and indeed there is something hidden there. The auspicious energy in the room is tangled into a phantom of a blooming mandala flower.
The tips of the flowers are withered and their shadows are slightly scattered. The beam of light from outside the mountain last night seemed to fall right here.
The breath of the exotic treasure aroused everyone's heart and it was hard to scratch. The group of cultivators threw away their thoughts and just waited from a distance to see who would win or lose.
There was a bright light in the courtyard, and the Tengu tried his best to resist the disturbance of the violent flow of flowers. Suddenly, he spotted a gap and rushed out of the circle. He bowed his body, opened his mouth and flew into the air.
Huayu turned sharply in the air, searching for the enemy, and the front of the palace suddenly became empty.
The opportunity was fleeting. On the side of the hall, two cultivators took action and swooped under the eaves of the corridor, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity to grab the treasure. By the time the cultivators noticed, it was too late.
The heavenly dog does not allow anyone to take advantage of it. It opens its wide mouth and inhales, and a strong wind rises from the ground.
The branches and trees in the courtyard were shaking, and the broken leaves and rain of flowers all rushed towards his mouth. The suction force that Pei Mo could not resist swept through them. The two monks danced and rolled in the air several times, completely becoming the Tengu's meal.
Swallow the sun and moon in your belly, eat the stars in your mouth! The cultivators were shocked again and again, hugging the bodhi tree tightly and not daring to move.
The Tengu's stomach is simply a bottomless pit. The devouring power stirs up strong winds, rolls in smoke and dust, and sucks everything in the courtyard into the bottom of its belly like a whale sucking water.
When another monk could not be caught and was sucked away again, Miao Zhan immediately made a decision: "Evacuate!" The group of monks threw away their helmets and armor, crawled and rolled out of the hospital and fled.
The Tengu's eyes were gleaming fiercely, and it seemed that no amount of killing could extinguish that rage.
The phoenix danced in the sky, Qingluan flapped its wings crazily to compete with the power of swallowing, but its figure was still pulled closer and closer.
At that time, I heard the phoenix crow loudly, like playing the flute and sheng. Qingluan's tail wings expanded, like clouds hanging from the sky, and then green light flashed, and countless green feathers shot down. Luan Yu rushes forward, its momentum is unstoppable!
Suddenly, a circle of green mist appeared in the low sky. Qingluan's body tore through the void, leaped out of the circle and pounced, its sharp beak piercing the Tengu's tailbone.
The tengu's ferocity becomes more and more fierce, and it is like a devil coming to the world with its feet on the world, biting back regardless of the body.
The air waves surged, the green and white lights and shadows separated at the first moment, and green phoenix feathers floated all over the sky. One of the Luan bird's wings was bitten until it was bloody and bloody. It whined and fell from the sky.
On the other hand, the Tengu also kept wailing, and its ferocious aura was driven away. He raised his crotch on his waist and bumped around in the courtyard with his tail between his legs. Blood gurgled from his eyes, and he was blinded by the peck.
After the Tengu was injured, he shrank and felt desolate and sad. However, "the house leaked but it rained all night, and the boat was late and encountered a strong wind." A ball of light as bright as the scorching sun suddenly rose above its head, and thousands of golden lights pierced its eyes.
The light buzzes around, as if it is clearing after snow, the warm breeze gently blows away the light clouds, and a transcendent atmosphere spreads between the sky and the earth. Another wisp of sword light, hidden in the thousands of golden lights, appeared suddenly.
"Ding!" Several sparks flew out, and the Qinglan Fairy Sword was quietly nailed to Tengu's tough right eyelid. The sword energy took advantage of the opportunity and suddenly penetrated into the pupil.
The terrifying howl resounded through the sky, and the Tengu clamped its tail and rushed out to escape. Its huge body stumbled, overturning several palaces, and it seemed that both eyes were blind.
The dust gradually dissipated, Qingluan turned his head and looked around at the injury, gently combing the spirit feathers wet with blood, looking pitiful. Yan Ci and Qu Yuyi stood side by side, their expressions slightly relaxed, but full of doubts.
The divine bird had lost its fighting power. Yan Ci crushed several elixirs to smear its wounds, put Qingluan into the Sumeru Ring to recuperate, and turned around and said: "The secret skill of Chuyang Transformation Qianxue and the Qinglan Immortal Sword Lingxi secret communication are quite powerful. The perfect combination is truly incredible.”
There was an inexplicable hint of ambiguity in the field. Qu Yuyi's dimples turned bright red and said coldly: "Tao follows nature. As long as one understands the laws of heaven and earth, isn't it possible to reach the same destination by different paths?"
Yan Ci smiled in surprise, as if he had teased the beauty unintentionally.
There was silence in the valley. Half of the main hall of Yin Gang Temple was lifted away by the power of the Tengu to swallow the sun. The rest of the temples collapsed and were in a mess.
Pushing open the inverted door lintel, the dust and smoke dispersed. The statue of Buddha with kind eyebrows and kind eyes was hidden in the depths of the hall. His left hand was in the mudra of concentration and his right hand was in the mudra of earth. He and the surrounding statues of eighteen arhats were staring indifferently ahead.
There are three jade boxes placed on the table in front of the Buddha's throne. The glow of sunlight is floating in the boxes, but the shadows of the mandala flowers are in disarray.
There are three treasures placed in the box, a luminous, moist and noble scepter, a black steaming, pure and deep feather, and a piece of Buddha bone with mysterious spiritual patterns, warm and white.
Yan Ci released his spiritual thoughts to stay vigilant at all times, and immediately bent his fingers into claws, and the claws flew straight across the void to the jade box, and the Yingling Bao was almost in his bag.
Suddenly, a scarlet fist shadow flew out from the left side of the palace. It was as fast as a horse passing through the gap, smashing the claw shadow into pieces with one punch, and then turned back to grab the spiritual treasure.
Yan Ci was slightly startled, and cursed: "A thief, he can steal chickens and dogs!" He raised his palms and struck out five or six fists and palms in the corner as fast as lightning. He kicked out seven consecutive legs to relieve his anger.
Lifting, cutting, floating, and poking, the silhouette of the legs is elegant and extremely sharp.
I heard a faint snort from someone in the corner, and the scarlet palm prints were diffused with red light. They paused and twisted slightly in mid-air, splitting into two, as if the claws of a giant crab were full of power and clamped down quickly.
Yan Ci stepped on the Gangdou and moved the Iris Fairy Sword in the air, launching several sword curtains in an orderly manner. The sword energy is majestic, the sword intention is continuous, and it surges forward with great force.
Boom! A corner of the palace shone brightly, and what seemed like an evenly matched attack ended in defeat with the scarlet palm print.
The sword curtain rushed forward, as if entering a deserted place. In the corner, a white shadow jumped into the air and rushed to the beam. It was the arrogant young man with a weak head.
Yan Ci blocked the incoming person, and Qu Yuyi did not dare to neglect him. He moved his lotus steps slightly and floated to the seat. He flicked his fragrant sleeves and firmly covered the three treasures.
Suddenly, another black light emerged from the slanting stab, as fast as thunder, and hit his side in an instant.
Qu Yuyi's beautiful face turned pale, and he waved his sleeves in a panic to greet him with all his strength, "Pfft." His long sleeves were twisted into pieces, revealing Duan's jade arms with clear muscles.
But Wumang's remaining power continued to attack Qu Yuyi's waist and ribs. At that time, another white cloud suddenly rolled down in front of the seat, trying to collect all the three treasures.
Qu Yuyi made a slight mistake, and the power of nothingness suddenly rose up around him. The light of Qinglan's fairy sword suddenly appeared, and the green and towering sword energy rushed out from its body. It was like a hedgehog firing thousands of needles, and the fine sword wires suddenly exploded.
Wumang was defeated instantly, and a man with dark eyebrows said in shock: "Qinglan Suocui! This woman has mastered the exclusive magical power!"
The white cloud scroll in front of the seat came back, and the unknown Buddha bone was snatched away from the edge of Qu Yuyi's palm. This turn of events was like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling. Even though Qu Yuyi had a delicate mind, he would inevitably lose a treasure.
With a soft sound of "Peng", thousands of sword threads penetrated the hall, and the hall turned into a handful of dust and collapsed.
The white shadows dispersed and then gathered together, and a young man full of femininity slowly appeared. The emotions in his peach blossom eyes turned into surprise and inexplicability. It was Jichong and Qiao Li who left and returned.
As the rays faded away, Yan Ci and the weak-headed young man emerged from the ruins in disgrace, covering their noses and coughing.
Those who come are troublesome, and they are all slippery and ghost-like characters. Yan Ci patted the dust on his clothes and floated to Qu Yu's side, concentrating on guard.
Ji Chong stroked his palm and said: "Yes, yes, it is rare for a monk in the early stage of fusion to be able to activate the exclusive magical power of the fairy sword!"
Qiao Li was delighted when he saw Hunter Xin, and said with a smile: "Let's wait until Qiao comes out again to learn the lesson."
Ji Chong shook his head in denial, stared at the weak-headed young man for a moment, and said with a charming smile: "My fellow Taoist, I think I have a lot to offer, Ji is ashamed of himself." Judging from his words and deeds, it seems that the two groups of forces have colluded at some point.
The weak-headed young man sneered: "Brother Ji only took the Buddha's bones, does he want to break his promise now?"
Ji Chong said: "Otherwise, this woman is good at adapting to changes, and Ji will not notice it for a moment."
The weak-headed young man said calmly: "In that case, I'd like to help you two keep track of this boy surnamed Yan."
Ji Chong said: "What a trivial matter! But what a treasure that scepter is that it makes fellow Taoist so worried?"
The weak-headed young man sneered twice and said slowly: "All the troubles in life are caused by the everlasting curiosity. It is better not to ask about the reasons. Xiao Ke agreed to form an alliance with Taoist friends, so naturally he cannot tolerate you breaking the promise at this time. "
The threat in his words was obvious. After hearing this, Qiao Li suddenly changed his expression. Ji Chong looked suffocated, thinking to himself that since this man dared to steal the scepter blatantly, he must have some means that he could rely on. If he wanted to explore the secret of the scepter, at this time It was too early to fall out, so he said: "Ji has promised me a lot of money. If I make a mistake, fellow Taoist, please don't blame me."
The weak-headed young man stopped talking and said nothing more. In fact, a promise of a thousand dollars is often a lie, and profit is the real motivation for behavior.
The Qu Yuyi seemed to be carved out of an iceberg, and the broken cloud sleeves seemed to have touched the true fire of this cold beauty. Her fragrant body soaked up the cold light and wrapped it around the snowy skin. She frowned and said coldly: "I want to grab the treasure, and Better than this three-foot sword."
His eyes were filled with endless indifference, and his black hair was flying, stunning this moment. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, the bone-chilling coldness aroused people's hearts, and they couldn't stop.
For a moment, Ji Chong calmed down and said with a forced smile: "Brother Yan and a certain person are old acquaintances. How about we save some time and make a deal?"
To be fair, Ji Chong and Qiao Li have been in the advanced fusion stage for many years, and their Taoist practice is definitely not comparable to that of Yan Ci. What's more, the weak-headed young man does not know the depth of Taoism, and Yan Ci has no confidence in winning.
Now Qingluan is hurt and has no time to care about anything else. He wants to reject the crowd with a small number, but the chance of winning is really not high. Yan Ci was unsure, so he said, "Brother Ji, you might as well talk about it."
Ji Chong said: "Leave the scepter, and Ji can protect both of you and escape safely."
Yan Ci pondered without saying anything, and Ji Chong said again: "A wise man should know how to advance and retreat, and a wise man should know the gains and losses. Isn't Brother Yan not satisfied with the spiritual feather in his hand?"
Yan Ci saw that Qu Yuyi was eager to give it a try and felt quite tangled. He blinked and said, "It's not difficult to get the scepter, but it needs to be exchanged for something. I'm afraid Brother Ji won't give up his love."
Ji Chong said: "If you want Buddha bones, Brother Yan might as well not open your mouth."
"You don't have to be so frank." Yan Ci said with a toothy smile, "Brother Ji is going south at the same time. The only thing he wants is this Buddha bone. You can also tell the secret in exchange."
Ji Chong said resolutely: "No."
Yan Ci smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Ji is an expert in business, but it's a pity that his wishful thinking is about to come to nothing." He raised his head and looked into the distance, and said calmly: "Aren't you just here to watch the fun and not comment?"
The night was dark and the shadows of the trees were dancing. Ji Chong was so proud that he didn't notice anyone approaching to peek.
Rays of light flowed through the dense leaves, and four figures came rushing towards them. They were none other than the people from Hua Qing and Jialan Temple.
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