Ziyu Zhenren smiled bitterly:

"If I meet, can I come back? I just met an Arhat. Because of my lack of immortal power, I finally cut him down from the sword. Unexpectedly, the Arhat was dying, but he was not afraid at all and said sarcastically, "The Venerable Samantabhadra is close to you, you can't escape..."

Mrs. Yan said weakly with a hint of hope:

"Maybe, he's scaring you?"

Ziyu Zhenren shook his head and said:

"No, then I hid in the art of concealment and searched everywhere. The Bodhisattva did not see it. But her six-toothed white elephant was in a mountain stream. It must have been my own arrival!"

Mrs. Yan's last glimmer of hope was shattered and she frowned:

"Even the Bodhisattva is here, what does Lingshan want to do? Are you not afraid of breaking up with the Heavenly Court?"

Zi Yu Zhenren sighed:

"I only know that Lingshan sent someone to steal this year's mature peaches. Guan Shiyin and Lan Deng had a conflict with the Jade Emperor... But it would not be a war. What happened during this period? Yang Guo's child should know a little, come back and ask him..."

After a change of tone, he said:

"Does the Master Yan call back? I'm afraid the Bodhisattva is coming to Shushan!"

Mrs. Yan thought about it but didn't agree.

There are still many disciples outside who haven’t had time to save them!

Those are the foundations of Shushan. She watched them grow up one by one, remembering them clearly, and they were naughty and steady. It was already a bit cruel to send them out as bait.

If she hadn't thought that she had a careful plan, she wouldn't have let it go.

Now the plan is not as good as change. Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Venerables, I don’t know how many people are coming to Lingshan. However, many of the 12,000 disciples of Shushan fell into the bag of Arhats. If they were not able to rescue them, they would fall into the sea of ​​suffering and suffer the pain of the melting of flesh and blood...

Lost your pawn to protect the cart at this time?

If she couldn't do such a thing, Yan Yuan would never agree!

Let’s hold on first, save as much as you can!

Then he shook his head and said:

"If the Bodhisattva comes, I can delay the mountain protection sword formation for a while. My husband learned somersault clouds and could come back in time, but Young Master Yang... Is he in danger?"

Zi Yu Zhenren smiled mysteriously:

"No, the Bodhisattva can't do anything to him!"

What a joke, even the ancient pervert like the Virgin of Yaochi could not keep him. I heard that there were Jiutian Xirang and Donghuang Zhong beside him.

What is the point of being a Samantabhadra?

Bai Yue is finally back.

It’s not that he can’t hold on. Although it is difficult to refine the immortal energy in "Nine Turns Yuan Gong", it recovers very quickly. Moreover, most of the time, Hongxiu and Monkey are the ones who do it. He is only responsible for collecting corpses. How much loss can he suffer?

Both of them are still energetic!

I just suddenly remembered those immortals who were stuffed in sacks by monks...

Don't know if you are still alive?

As soon as he entered the Wuji Hall, he poured out the corpse of the monk in the mustard seeds of Sumeru and sacks, and immediately stuffed the hall full of it!

He nodded to Mrs. Yan, and was about to leave, Zi Yu Zhenren suddenly called out:

"Guo'er, be careful, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva is here!"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva?

Bai Yue narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"It's just right. He will take my brother's axe later!"

Wave at her, and then flew away with a "swoosh"...

In Wuji Palace, there were already layers of dead monks, and they almost broke the roof of the palace. Mrs. Yan was shocked. The monks who "Young Master Yang" killed by himself were much more than others.

His "killing only in an instant" is too shocking, right?

Looking at those corpses, it turned out to be a way to die-

There was a crack in the chest, and it was obvious that the internal organs and fruits in the heart had been shattered, and a hole on the top of the head and the brain burst.

Mrs. Yan said "Huh" and walked over to test the injury. It seemed to be a flying sword injury, and it was a fatal blow. It penetrated from the heart and penetrated from the top door...

I couldn't help but sigh secretly, why is the same "The Legend of the Goddess of Flowers" so powerful when it comes to the hands of "Young Master Yang"?

With a command, the disciples of Shushan rushed forward.

They were angry that the bald donkeys had abducted their fellow disciples, so they had no taboos. They dragged their feet and pulled their heads, and dragged them out one by one and threw them on the open space in front of the hall.

There, a small hill gradually piled up.

There were only a pile of sacks of various sizes left in the hall. Mrs. Yan's scalp was numb when she saw it. How many people were there?

He asked the disciples to move the disciples of various sects rescued from the side hall to other places, and then lift the seals on the sack one by one. If they were disciples in Shushan, they would help them return to the master's sect to cultivate, while the other sects would carry them to several nearby sects.

Tianzhu Peak can no longer be occupied...

By the middle of the night, Bai Yue's bracelets were replaced one after another, but the sacks he had robbed were getting fewer and fewer. Later, even Yan Yuan came back to take charge, and Bai Yue was still hunting outside.

The masters' group finally gathered.

In addition to being dragged away by sacks, the disciples of Shushan were also sent by the master and returned to Shushan on their own.

However, more than three thousand people were missing!

Before, she relied on so many Daluo rescues and revised the deployment over and over again, but she felt that there was no risk, so she was willing to let the children take the risk of going out as bait.

Unexpectedly, it really hurt them...

Mrs. Yan's eyes were red, her jade hands were clenched pale, and she was trembling, unable to say—

But I have to go to Lingshan with my husband to fight to the death!

At this moment, a thunderbolt suddenly came from the sky, like a Buddha's name:

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, the overwhelming pressure swept down. As if there was any substance, the entire Shu Mountain was shaken. Wuji Palace shook a few times, and the roof and beams and pillars made a sour "squeaking" sound. Everyone in the hall was palpitations and shortness of breath and could not stand.

Mrs. Yan's heart flashed and was about to fly out, but Yan Yuan grabbed it in front. He held the Tianshui Sword in his hand and soared upwards, and hurriedly ordered:

"Hurry, start the sword formation!"

Above the Shu Mountain, the wind was strong, and in the night, dark clouds rolled down.

Suddenly, the Buddha's light was magnificent. A golden palm pushed apart the thick clouds, and his five fingers were relaxed. He slapped straight towards Shushan, but it looked like the scorching sun in the sky, and the sky was bright.

The more you fall, the more you become!

In just a few breaths, it was already overwhelming, and hundreds of hanging peaks on Shu Mountain were taken under your palm!

At this time, a white suddenly appeared on Tianzhu Peak, and two groups of sword lights were shining. The black one fell swoop, but the white one flew up straight towards the giant palm that held the sky.

The next moment, Yan Yuan’s elegant figure appeared as the white shadow flashed.

But when he saw his Tianshui Sword burst into a cold light, he flew out of his hand and divided it into two, two into four, constantly decomposing it, and it was divided into nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine swords in the blink of an eye!

Yan Yuan stood in the wind, holding his palms on his palms.

The nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sword lights were circling around his head like a Milky Way Star. For a moment, the cold light was shattered, and the sword body could no longer be seen. Only the dazzling sword light was rolling, circling and spreading...

The sword formation slowly rose, almost the size of a giant palm.
Chapter completed!