Xiang Chen was really shocked in his heart. The twenty-eight Daluo sword intents were like twenty-eight Daluo swordsmen taking action at the same time. The power was imaginable.

Moreover, the realm of the world and the world has the ability to combine the divine intention and the world. If the opponent combines the twenty-eight kinds of sword intention and the one that sword is released, Xiang Chen will not doubt that even if the existence above the vast heaven and earth Daluo suppresses the cultivation level in the lower realm, Li Wangji can kill it!

It's really terrifying!

Sure enough, there are amazing geniuses in any world, and we cannot underestimate the heroes of the world.

This battle was defeated very thoroughly. If Li Wangji had the intention to kill him, the maximum power of the previous sword would definitely break Xiang Chen Daoji Wanxiang Wuji Tianli Refining Furnace into pieces.

Before all the bloodline systems of his Wanxiang Wuji Tianyi Practice were entered into the Heaven and Earth Daluo, he was no match for Li Wangji!

Such thoughts arose in Xiang Chen's mind.

And this battle can also be said to be some warnings and advice from Li Wangji to Xiang Chen.

Warn you boy, just develop your Tianqin Empire well, don’t think about making trouble in Daoxuan Yao Kingdom.

It is also a piece of advice to Xiang Chen that he has not yet reached a truly invincible state in this world. If Wuliang God has a strong man like him come to earth, he can kill Xiang Chen.

The two of them took their swords and returned to the small boat of Wupeng to drink.

Li Wangji took a big sip of wine and looked at the stars in the sky, feeling something: "The west wind blows the purple clouds, and Daojun has a lot of white hair all night. After getting drunk, he doesn't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and the galaxy is pressed on—"

Xiang Chen laughed, slapped the wooden board of the boat with his palm, and chanted: "You must have fun in life. Don't let the golden cup be empty against the moon. I am born to be useful. I will come back after all the gold is gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a joy. You must drink three hundred cups in one cup. Since ancient times, all sages are lonely, but the drinkers can keep their names!"

Li Wangji laughed: "What a man born to be useful, I will be able to use my talents and then come again after all. What a sage from ancient times is lonely, but the drinker keeps his name. Dust boy, I will give you a cup of bull's nose to you, come!"

"Dry!"

The two of them drank wine on the Wupeng boat for two days and two nights, and Li Wangji almost drank all the precious wines that Xiang Chen had reserved.

On the third day, a white robe came out of the air.

Fairy Fuyao looked at the scene around the Wupeng boat and her mouth twitched.

The wine jars piled up in the lake and almost formed an island. Even the lake water was smelled of wine by the residual wine smell in the wine jar. At this moment, the wine content contained in the lake water is probably comparable to that of ordinary wine.

Countless fish on the lake were floating on the lake water, all of which were drunk, and there was also a big carp that swam in front of Zhu Polong when drunk, and used his fish tail to suck Zhu Polong's face.

Li Wangji and Xiang Chen, two of them were sleeping on the black-peng boat on their backs. Xiang Chen's feet were still kicking Li Wangji's face, and the snoring sounded loudly.

The night before yesterday, the two of them fought in the starry sky above the Daoxuan Demon Kingdom, and the aura emitted shocked all the powerful people above the realm of the true immortals in the Daoxuan Demon Kingdom, and no one dared to run over to watch the battle.

Fuyao Fairy Li Mengxin sighed slightly, waved her hand, and two blankets appeared and landed on the two of them. Xiang Chen pulled the blanket that was pulled on her body with his hands, turned over, and hit Li Wangji's face, and continued to sleep loudly.

Li Wangji used his hands to spread Xiang Chen's feet, and turned over and continued to snore.

A few days later, Xiang Chenren appeared in Yuechan Country again.

Yuechan Kingdom is located in the southwest direction of the Tianwu Continent. It has a vast land and sparse population and belongs to a plateau area.

Those who can call plateau areas on the mainland are at an altitude of more than thousands of kilometers, with thin earth and thick weather, so it is very uncomfortable for ordinary people to come to such places.

The area of ​​Yuechan Kingdom is similar to that of the Tianqin Empire, but its population is only one-third of that of the Tianqin Empire. Everyone here believes in Western religion.

The capital of Yuechan Kingdom is called Tiansah, also known as Tiansah Ancient Capital.

When Xiang Chen stepped through the turbulent wind layer on the nine-color clouds, a clear bell suddenly sounded in his ears.

He looked down and saw that the Thousand Mile Plateau was like a gilded Buddha plate, with tens of thousands of white pagodas shining softly in the morning light. The most shocking thing was the Thousand Leaf Golden Lotus floating above the Ancient Capital of Heaven and Sassa. Each lotus petal was a hanging temple, and the sound of the Sang Sang turned into a substantial golden rune flowing among the clouds.

When he landed on the main road inlaid with lapis lazuli, it was the morning class of 100,000 monks.

The crimson wave rolled down the steps of the Dazen Temple. The wisdom beads on the monks' foreheads disappeared with the rhythm of chanting scriptures, and they condensed into a Brahma Huagai in the shape of a "卍" character in the air.

The Wuji Heavenly Refining Technique in Xiang Chen's body automatically operates. The golden lotus obtained by the merits of the dead souls of the abyss in the Dantian bloomed into the shadow of the ninth-grade golden lotus, echoing the Buddha's light in the sky.

A dull knock sound came from the scriptures in the distance.

Xiang Chen turned his head and looked at hundreds of ascetics who kowtowed long-term people were measuring the Buddha's land with their bodies. The blood scabs between their foreheads turned into lotus marks. Every time they bowed, translucent golden ripples appeared on the ground.

What's even more strange is that the Sanskrit that emerges from these people's bones is actually seventy-sixth-part similar to the ancient divine patterns that Xiang Chen had seen in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths of Fan Jingtian.

The power of faith can be seen everywhere here.

"I, Amitabha, are you here to watch the ceremony and debate the sutras?" The little novice monk wearing a golden robe folded his hands together, and the cinnabar on his eyebrows flickered.

"Today is the birth of Vajrasattva, and the first seat of the Moko Academy is about to demonstrate the third level of the "Sword Sutra of the Great Sun Tathagata" -"

Xiang Chen also clasped his hands together and bowed: "I didn't lose my hair. The little monk came from Tianqin. Is the place where the monks worshipped in front of him? "

Although there are kings in Yuechan Kingdom, the real thing that keeps the word in this country is the religious leader here and the great Zen master at Dazen Temple.

The little shami smiled and said, "Is the donor Mu Chen, the donor of Tianqin Empire?"

Xiang Chen nodded: "That's right."

He was not surprised that the other party recognized him. After all, he did not hide his aura when he came to the Sadh-Ancient Capital on this day. He could feel his aura when he was on the same level.

"Please come with me, donor."

Xiang Chen followed the other party away. As for the third level of the Great Sun Tathagata Sword Sutra mentioned earlier, Xiang Chen was not interested. The third level was still the sword technique that had not become an immortal, so naturally there was nothing worth referring to in his eyes.

Follow the other party through the square where ten thousand monks worship, enter the hinterland of the Dacheng Temple, and climb to the golden top of the Dacheng Temple.

I saw that the person who presided over the Dharma Assembly on the Golden Pin was an old monk who was slightly fat and wearing a colorful cassock, with a kind and peaceful appearance on the face of a peaceful and peaceful Buddha.

The seven-treasure Buddha staff in the abbot's hand paused gently, and the whole city suddenly fell into absolute silence - it was not the sound that disappeared, but the Buddha's light condensed into amber at this moment.

Xiang Chen saw the butter lamp solidified in the air turning into a golden butterfly, saw Utanbara appearing from the palm lines of the believers, and even saw the black Sanskrit floating deep in his shadow.
Chapter completed!