"Uncle Puzhen, be careful."
Qi Hao squeezed his fingers, and the Ice Sword turned into a white sword light. It was as fast as lightning, bringing up a stream of cold energy and shooting straight towards the back of the white-robed monk.
Disciples like Lu Xueqi who have just started may not understand Qi Hao's strength.
However, Wen Min and other disciples who participated in the last Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition knew that Qi Hao was the top master among the younger generation. If Tongtian Peak had not produced an even more amazing Xiao Yicai, he might have won the first place. Therefore, although the next Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition has not yet officially started, many disciples have already determined that he will win the first place.
As for Puzhen, the wonderful monk in white, although he is a peerless genius who emerges once every thousand years in Buddhism, it has only been two years since he joined Tianyin Temple. How strong can he be in his cultivation?
Wen Min and other women couldn't help but feel worried.
The wonderful monk in white didn't even look back. When the Ice Sword was about to come, the string of beads around his neck suddenly emitted a golden light and condensed into a golden wall. The sparks of "Ding" flew everywhere, blocking the Ice Sword. .
"Is this Junior Brother Puzhen's magic weapon Wan Dao Wuji?" Taoist Cangsong's expression condensed slightly: "Qi Hao, don't worry about taking action. With such a divine object protecting you, you can't hurt your Junior Uncle Puzhen."
"Yes, Master."
Qi Hao was eager to give it a try. He held the sword secret in his hand. The ice sword was shining brightly, and he was about to draw the sword again.
"Stop, you are not allowed to hurt him."
At this moment, a slightly childish voice sounded, and a wisp of red clouds swept from the distance. The sound of wind broke through the sky, like a long red dragon, changing rapidly and fiercely.
Qi Hao frowned, pinched his sword skills, and let out a "choking" dragon roar. The ice sword burst out with dazzling white light. Not only did it easily withstand the menacing rays of light, it also illuminated dozens of feet in radius into white, and the ground The bursts of frost make people feel like they are in a world of ice and snow, made of white silver and jade.
"Tian Buyi, what do you mean?"
Cangsong frowned and looked at Tian Buyi's family flying in from a distance. Among them was Tian Linger who offered an amber red silk ribbon to protect the monk in white.
"Cangsong, what else do I want to ask you about!?"
Tian Buyi puffed up his stomach and snorted coldly: "As the leader of Longshou Peak and in charge of punishment, you encourage your disciples to take action against the distinguished guests of Tianyin Temple on Tongtian Peak?"
"This is a discussion, what does it have to do with you."
On the other side, Tian Linger and Qi Hao started fighting.
With Tian Linger's strength, she is no match for Qi Hao.
But for some reason, when I saw the smart and pretty little girl in red, my heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't bear to strike hard, so the Ice Sword and Amber Red Silk were in a stalemate.
However, just because he couldn't bear to do something harsh didn't mean that Tian Linger couldn't bear to do something harsh.
But Tian Linger's beautiful eyes widened, her arms lifted up, her red clothes fluttered, and her delicate body slowly rose into the air, like a fairy. He crossed his left and right hands on his chest and shouted softly: "Bind the God."
As soon as he finished speaking, the glow suddenly grew brighter. The amber red silk that was originally one or two feet long grew many times in an instant, filling up a ten-foot radius, suppressing the white light of the Ice Sword. A moment later, the red silk surrounded Qi Hao. In the middle, it crashed past like a red wave, airtight.
But Taoist Cangsong showed no trace of worry at all on his face.
Qi Hao also had a calm smile on his lips.
Just as Qi Hao was mumbling words and the Ice Sword was shining brightly, the monk in white lowered his head and shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
Qi Hao felt a roar in his mind and was in a daze.
And in the next moment, the person was hit by the amber red silk and fell out. Although he reacted very quickly and quickly activated the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao to avoid falling to the ground in disgrace, he was still quite embarrassed.
"Presumptuous!" Taoist Cangsong's expression changed, and he was about to explode.
"What are you doing!?"
At this moment, three people walked out of Yuqing Hall.
The person at the front, wearing a dark green Taoist robe, with an immortal Taoist spirit, and gentle and deep eyes, but with a power that is unimaginable to ordinary people, is the famous Master Daoxuan of the Qingyun Sect.
Then there was an old monk with wrinkles on his face, a worn cassock, and his whole body was dirty. I'm afraid that if he didn't tell anyone, no one would know that he was Pu Zhi, one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple who was famous all over the world.
It's just that the string of jasper beads in his hand is not an extraordinary thing. It is actually thin and clear, dazzling, and glowing with a faint green light.
The strange thing is that among a dozen smooth and clear sapphire beads of the same size, there is this one round bead that is neither jade nor stone, with a deep purple color and a faint black light.
When Cangsong Taoist's eyes saw the hanging bead, an invisible greed flashed through him.
As for the last person, it was Master Shuiyue.
With Master Daoxuan regulating them, they naturally couldn't fight anymore and finally dispersed.
Tian Linger chased after the monk in white, her green hair fluttering, pulling her sleeves and pouting: "I also want to hear you play the piano."
It was a disciple who told the Miao Monk in white to play the piano in front of the Library Pavilion that she brought her parents with her, but she didn't want to see the guy with a stinking face drawing a sword as soon as he came.
The monk in white smiled slightly and whispered a few words to Tian Linger.
Tian Linger blushed, nodded, and then jumped to find Tian Buyi and Suru.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to glare at Qi Hao and make a face, that annoying guy.
But regardless of whether they are from Tongtian Peak or Xiaozhu Peak, even if they are a few decades later, they will never forget the monk in white who played the harp and came out of the world gracefully.
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In response to the stars and the moon, a young monk wearing moon-white monk robes came to the back mountain of Dazhu Peak.
He stood on tiptoe and walked along the wind without using any magic weapon. He was as ethereal as an immortal, looking straight into the depths of the back mountain.
This was Yu Liancheng's first time to visit Dazhu Peak at night. The moment he set foot on Dazhu Peak, he faintly noticed a strange wave coming from the back mountain.
Nian Xiang's agreement with Tian Linger was still for a while, so he came to find out.
Not long after, the monk in white had reached the depths of the valley. Looking ahead, he saw sparse trees and the faint sound of water.
After a while, the vision suddenly opened up. Sure enough, it was an open space. The ground was covered with gravel. There was a small green pool in the middle, with rippling water heading east.
"It should be in this Bitan."
The monk in white looked towards Bitan and saw that there was no grass growing within three feet with the clear water as the center. But three feet away, there are lush trees.
In the center of the pond, there was a pile of rocks of different sizes and shapes.
Among the rocks, a short colored stick was inserted diagonally, part of it exposed above the water, and the rest was immersed in the water. The short stick is completely black, and you can't tell what material it is made of. It is very ugly, like a fire stick.
And when he got closer to Bitan, a nauseating feeling emerged from his five internal organs and went straight to his forehead. The closer he got, the stronger the nauseating feeling became.
The monk in white clothes read all the strange books in the world, and the record in the ancient book "Ten Chapters on Strange Treasures" immediately came to mind: There is strange iron in the sky, falling into the Nine Netherworld, and the ghosts and ghosts in the underworld burn the Yin spirit to refine it, and it will become red after a thousand years. Taking shape, a thousand years of gathering the spirit of ghosts and a thousand years of soul-capturing power...
"Is the rumored evil thing absorbing souls?"
The monk in white murmured to himself, running the "Great Brahma Prajna", and when he reached out with his palm and grasped it with his five fingers, the magic wand that captured souls turned into black light and flew into his hand.
This legendary evil thing seemed to be nothing more than a short stick about two feet long. Its tentacles were cold, and there was a faint roar of ghosts, but it could not cause any harm to him.
The Brahma Prajna in the hands of the monk in white suddenly exploded with force, and waves of bright and upright power rushed into the evil object. If the four great monks from Tianyin Temple were here, they might be extremely surprised.
Just because the Universal Brahma Prajna is far more powerful and powerful than all of them imagined, it can almost be described as vast and boundless, constantly charging the soul-destroying rod.
In addition, the monk in white clenched his palm fiercely, stimulating the power of "Shaking the Way of Heaven", and the force that was enough to crack mountains and split seas poured into the soul-destroying rod at the same time.
However, this soul-destroying rod is a rare evil object in the world. Under the double attack, it made a "click, click" sound after a while, and cracks spread all over the body of the soul-destroying rod in the blink of an eye. Finally, with a "collapse" sound, it completely turned into countless fragments and shot out. And a black energy came out of the soul-stirring rod. If it wanted to escape spiritually, it was sucked into the hanging beads of the monk in white.
When I met Monk Puzhi two years ago, besides the name of Yulian City, the white-clothed Miao Monk only had this magic weapon called Wan Dao Wuji. This magic weapon is so strange and has many abilities that even the four great monks were amazed by it.
Most of the black energy was sucked into the "Wan Dao Wuji", but a small part got into the mind of the monk in white.
This black energy was formed by the gathering of evil energy, hostility, etc., and it instantly caused countless images to surge through his mind, arousing memories of the past and triggering scenes of mountains of swords, seas of blood, and mountains of corpses.
The most thrilling scene happened in a place called Hutou City.
In that life, Beimang's army of 400,000 attacked Hutou City with all its strength.
There are eighteen martial arts masters in Hutou City.
He transformed into the most beautiful man in the world, Emperor Murong Tong.
He fought against tens of millions of people, killed ninety-nine and eighty-one immortals, and killed more than one hundred thousand Beimang troops in his hands.
Some people regard him as Murong Shuangkui and Murong Wudi. Some people also secretly said that he was Beiliang's lackey and executioner.
In addition to this scene, there are also bloody scenes, all of which are fighting for one's life, fighting against a powerful enemy, and killing people without calculation.
Most of the people who died in his hands did so for good reasons. But it would be a lie to say that there was no innocence involved.
Those so-called giants of the demonic world have probably killed less than one-tenth or one-hundredth of the people he, the wonderful monk in white, has killed.
In a trance, numerous phantoms were distorted from all directions, vaguely tens of thousands of distorted human faces, wailing and moaning, all of them seemed to be people who died in his hands, which contained the power of terror and disillusionment, making people feel heart-stopping.
Yu Liancheng clasped his hands together and just looked at the phantom scenes in front of him, neither sad nor happy, nor retreating.
Then, the phantom collapsed.
However, the wonderful monk in white clothes who was not touched by dust still had the murderous thoughts in his heart unknowingly.
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