"Two big evil?"

I was slightly stunned and looked at Lin Muzhao. Lin Muzhao was also moved, as if he could almost guess who was coming, and he was suddenly excited.

Sure enough, a familiar aura came from the distance from the outside world, extremely sacred and full of the excitement of the supreme swordsmanship. It was the breath of his master Shangguan Ziyi and his master Shangguan Nanfeng.

However, in the temple, the old monk just squinted his eyes and smiled and said, "The Dharma is boundless, and it is not something that these mortals can see through. You don't have to worry about it, they can't see through the temple."

In the temple, all the monks meditate and recite scriptures. The sound of chanting is through the sky, but it seems that they cannot be spread to the outside world. The entire temple is a closed area.

Outside, two huge figures descended from the sky. It was the figure of the master and his uncle. They were covered with unparalleled sword intent and landed on the side of an ancient rock with long swords. They were extremely huge and had a fairy charm. Their bodies became bigger. The temple where Lin Muzhao and I were constantly shrinking, turning into a lotus and condensed by the pond dozens of feet away from the master. They could see the master's fairy face clearly, but could not transmit voice to his heart.

"Master!"

After sensing Shangguan Ziyi's breath, Lin Muzhao hid his voice in the sword intent. With a loud shout, the whole space was filled with her echo, but it seemed that the outside world could not hear it at all. The old monk squinted his eyes and smiled and said, "Female donor, don't waste your energy. What they can't hear is the temple transformed by the golden lotus in front of the Buddha. It has infinite magic power. Even the titled Sword Saint cannot understand the mystery. Instead, if you shout like this, don't blame me for being rude."

"Old bald donkey, you are too bullying!" Lin Muzhao said angrily.

I hurriedly said, "Senior sister, don't be impatient. It's useless to be angry like this. Wait a little longer, I believe that Master and Master will definitely be able to see everything clearly."

"But...but..."

Lin Muzhao was so angry that he stomped his feet and was trapped in this temple, which felt really uncomfortable.

...

Outside, Shangguan Ziyi and Shangguan Nanfeng stopped and looked at the lotus pond, but did not find the mystery.

"Senior sister, I didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful scenery in the sea of ​​100,000 forests."

"Yes, it's a pity that we lost Huo Xie and still couldn't find Qingyin's whereabouts." Shangguan Nanfeng's face was a little pale and said, "I don't know what she is now..."

"The clear voice is auspicious and heavenly appearance, senior sister doesn't have to worry too much." Shangguan Ziyi's beautiful eyes were like water, but her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she said, "But... I seemed to hear Xiaoxuan and Mu Zhao shouting at me just now. I wonder if it was an illusion."

"The great way and all things are caused by cause and effect. Maybe you care about them too much, or maybe they are near us, but we just haven't seen them."

I felt excited and condensed the sound into the power of the sword, turning into a thread to break through the restriction of the golden bell. Thousands of sounds spread in the world outside the golden lotus, but a whirlwind blew, dispersing my already invisible sound again. My master and uncle didn't hear it again.

"Xiaoxuan...Xiaoxuan, something happened to him..."

Although he did not hear the sound, the connection between cause and effect made Shangguan Ziyi's beautiful eyes wide open, and a sword intent burst out all over his body, looking at the world, and said, "Whoever dares to make things difficult for my disciples of Shangguan Ziyi, will repay them twice!"

At the same time, the wrathful voice of the abbot of Suziji Temple came from above my head: "Little donor, you are too much. Do you want a group of monks from Suziji Temple to step into purgatory with you? If you frame us and other monks in this way, you will go to the fire hell and will not be reborn!"

As he said that, a huge force surged, directly overturning the golden bell above my head. Then an old monk's hand soared into the air, grabbed me like a mountain, opened his mouth and blew open a field of flames, and said, "You are your fault, I will save you now!"

"Old bald donkey, let go of my junior brother!"

The appearance of another golden bell is shining with spiritual patterns, obviously under the impact of power. Lin Muzhao is expending all cultivation levels to impact the ban.

I waited for time. Just as the abbot's palm was about to push me into the "Hell of Fire", strands of time sword rules burst open, bursting out from the gap between his fingers, and the flow of time stopped. Then the space around me continued to collapse, and the moment of collapse had been completed. The right hand gently snatched the chaotic void. The immortal bone sword burst out with thousands of spiritual patterns. The shadow of the four-level sword soul burst out. The sixth style of the White Deer Sword Technique - Destroying the Immortal God, and slashing down in the air!

This sword is enough to destroy the immortals and gods, but this abbot of the Demonic Dao is a titled saint.

"Abbot of the abbot!"

"Little donor, you are bold and dare to attack the abbot?!"

Dozens of monks made a sound, which actually formed oppression in a field, but I didn't move at all. The sword wrapped in the holy Taoist energy still fell to the old monk's head, shouting in a low voice: "Kill you, the old guy who is inverted by black and white!"

The old monk slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of light: "Little donor, you have too much murderous aura. I must save you for the people of the world!"

He suddenly raised his palm, and the palm prints burst into the sky with golden light, full of endless sacred sense of sacredness. It made people unimaginable that this was the power of an evil monk. His palm power crushed like a sacred mountain, extremely majestic, and instantly pressed the surrounding void to rupture. The whole world seemed to have changed shape. When the palm power collided with the sword intent of the Bailu Sword Technique, it seemed to be turning over and over, and the whole world trembled.

In the sword light, the immortal gods and magic figures showed an angry expression, and they raised their fists and palms together, roared "Evil Destroy", increasing the fierce power of the sword, but their strength seemed to be too disparate. There was an insurmountable river of heaven across the extreme realm of the semi-saint and the titled saint. The old monk's power was more than ten times better than me. The white deer sword technique roared and destroyed half of his palm power, and his own artistic conception was completely collapsed.

"Go to rebirth!"

The old monk's eyes were filled with evil aura. This was the real him, not the hypocritical one he pretended to have before.

The heart of all things is roaring, and the sword aura in the body is instantly restored. A breath of holy energy is the second blow. The White Deer Sword Technique bursts out with holy light, and the seventh style - the fall of heaven and earth!

For a moment, the whole world seemed to be about to collapse. When I swung this sword, I stepped on the universe and had a momentum of destroying the world. The Immortal Bone Sword wrapped the sharp edge of the sky and slashed through the sky and fell straight under the remaining palm power of the old monk. This time, the old monk couldn't help but look stunned.

"Little thing, don't you realize it yet?"

He became furious, and with one turn, he shot out a Buddhist seal, and endless palm power crushed it. The palm power of this palm was at least several times stronger than the previous palm. This is probably the real power of this titled saint. This blow is extraordinary. If I can't catch it, I will almost die.

"Buzz~~~"

A ray of flame in my heart ignited the whole body, and my body was in the air, and the Immortal Vein immediately burned. The power of the mortal calligraphy technique flowed silently in every blood vessel of the body. Straws of pale flames rushed up to the body, dyeing my hair and eyebrows white. My whole body's strength instantly increased dramatically, and it was already a day and a place before.

The sword light shook and pointed directly at the old monk. I was full of fighting spirit. The shadow of the four-level sword soul burst out, especially the figure of the last taboo fairy, full of the temperament of the dust. As my sword intent waved, the sky changed rapidly, and a holy aura surged in the dark chaos, turning into a white deer across the sky, looking down on the earth as if the holy existence in the world.

The last move of the White Deer Sword Technique - Return to Heart!

At this moment, all the killing, anger, and resentment in my heart turned into a flowing water to return to the sea of ​​heart. The extreme of anger calmed down. The first time I used the Guixin sword in actual combat, and it was a sword used in Bai Shura's state. I couldn't help but feel excited and cheered. Is this my strongest power at present?

It seemed that I could sense the change of my transcendent power, and all the human monks in the Golden Bell were excited, and some even cheered me up-

"This little friend, I didn't expect that your strength was so deep. Fight. If you can save hundreds of human fellow Taoists in this yard, you will have immeasurable merits!"

"My friend, I am Lu Jinwei, the third elder of Changming Mountain. If you can destroy the Buddhist teachings of this demonic path, I am willing to give you a 5,000-spirited extraordinary magic weapon!"

"Come on, fellow Taoist, kill the old bald donkey. The people in our Daluo Sword Realm are all handsome young sword cultivators, and they don't want to stay here to be a monk!"

...

For a moment, he felt that the responsibility became heavy, and the Guixin sword was even more desperate. He tried his best to destroy the sky with one sword, and slashed at the old monk with endless powerful sacred sword power.

"Do you still want to kill me?"

The old monk's voice was very calm, and his eyes were filled with Buddhist marks. He suddenly shook his arms and squirted the Buddha's light all over his body, as if he wanted to give it his best. There were Buddhist marks around his arms. In a blink of an eye, the palms were filled with the glory of the holy Tao, and his whole person seemed to have been ordered by the Buddhas. He roared: "How could I be controlled by you, a mere human cultivator?"

"boom!"

The two Buddhist and Taoist palms exploded in the air, and were shaken with Guixin's sword. The white deer trampled on the stars. The holy Buddha's palm slapped the white deer's Dharma image continued to appear in the sky, and the roars were connected. The moment the two fierce moves came into contact with each other, I was already restless. Yes, I was already defeated, and my strength was still a little short of time.

Just as the Holy White Deer Dharma Image was destroyed by the Buddhist and Taoist palm prints, the old monk's palm hit my chest, and a ruthless and indifferent voice came: "Enter the fire hell, you will have an epiphany!"

"Peng—"

With a loud bang, my chest seemed to be torn apart, and my whole body fell into a sea of ​​fire. Fortunately, after Bai Shura transformed, his body became more than ten times stronger, otherwise this palm would have been enough to dismember me.

...

"Silk……"

Outside the Lotus Temple, the water waves in the pond suddenly rippled.

"Xiao Xuan!"
Chapter completed!