Since Zhao Sancan failed to retrieve the sword, and strange red lotus appeared in the long river of the universe, the two knew that there was an invasion of foreign enemies.

"The outer gods should be kept out of the territory by Uncle Xuan and the Three Immortals and Four Spirits. The righteous sects have also spent a lot of effort to set up a great formation of ten thousand immortals to isolate the power of the eight monsters in the universe. Logically speaking, there should be no enemies.

Right." Xu Hui was puzzled.

Zhao Sancan was already angry because of his failure. Now that the sword was contaminated and he failed to do his duty as a guard, it only added fuel to the fire.

"Why else? There is a mole in the family!"

Xu Hui recalled Qi Long's appearance and suddenly exclaimed: "Isn't this the friend of Uncle Yang? It was he who stole the Nine Yang Sword from the collection of Yuan Taoist and made Chen Xu depressed all day long. Why did he appear here again?

Is this really his fault?"

Regarding this point, in fact, there are many slanders among the disciples in the sect. After all, it is nothing more than the others. The Three Immortals and Four Spirits are related to the plan of conquering the sky. How can they be handed over to others so easily? If the Nine Sun Sword recognizes an unreliable master, what will they do?

Come on, the Da'e sect's hundreds of years of hard work will be destroyed in one day.

"After seizing the Nine Sun Sword, you won't even let go of the Second Sword of the Universe!?" Zhao Sancan was furious, and even more disgusted with this person.

Xu Hui hesitated to speak, but finally said: "No matter what the other party's purpose is, this person is here now with more evil intentions. Even if he is not killed, he must be captured with a battle formation first, and wait for the real person in charge.

Come back and make plans again."

"That's how it should be!"

Qi Lung was walking on the way to the Buddhist temple, and little novice monk Jin Chanzi followed him step by step, his little face tense.

The Ten Thousand Years Golden Silkworm is an ancient alien species and is particularly sensitive to evil spirits, and the evil spirits of this Heavenly God Mansion also make it feel dangerous.

"Master, something is wrong."

On the trail, the golden cicada suddenly made a sound, and there seemed to be a bell ringing in front of it. Then the next moment, a faint golden mist floated from the distance. It seemed very far away, but in the blink of an eye, it floated over.

"It's broken, it's Jin Sha Gengwu!"

The golden cicada eats gold and swallows iron, and is particularly sensitive to gold and iron treasures. It recognizes this metal treasure, but it has another more famous name, metal natural disaster!

Wherever it passes, nothing will be destroyed.

"Don't worry, World Honored One, the young monk is here to help you block it!"

Jin Chanzi put his hands together, and in an instant, billowing gold powder overflowed from his skin. Every bit of gold powder was a tiny ten thousand-year golden cicada.

The golden mist collided with the golden powder, and the mist surged. There was constant thunder in the air, and it felt like two armies colliding with each other.

Jin Chanzi's head was thrown back after being hit, revealing his bumpy facial features. Gold powder immediately overflowed from the holes, filling up the facial features again.

Qi Long watched silently, knowing why, Sword Intent!

I don't know which ancient sword immortal sacrificed this golden demon Gengwu into a sword demon, and he severely injured Jin Chanzi in one fell swoop.

The body of the golden cicada is not actually a golden cicada, but a collective consciousness formed by a group of golden cicadas. Killing any part of it will not kill it completely. However, it happens that the sword intention of the ancient sword immortal is correct.

is its nemesis.

Jin Chanzi felt a kind of life and death crisis. In the crisis, it suddenly remembered the scene when God incarnated as Master Tripitaka and fought against the master with supernatural powers. The texts in those scriptures seemed to be getting clearer and clearer.

The memory jumped out.

"Go and hide!"

"Hide now!"

"Mirai Hidden!"

"The golden cicada sheds its shell, I hear it!"

The next moment, all the ten-thousand-year-old golden silkworms shed their shells at the same time. The golden silkworm shells wrapped and digested the sword intent, while little novice monks jumped out of them.

"Thank you, Lord, for teaching me the Dharma!"

"Take off the mortal body, only I am conscious!"

Jin Chanzi realized the truth.

"Thank you Master for teaching me the Dharma!"

Jin Chanzi turned around and looked at Qi Long who put down his hand, thanking him sincerely.

Today's golden cicada, after taking off its shell, has entered the world of sex.

"It's nothing. If you want to thank me, just thank God."

The God of Heaven was seriously injured by the Bodhi Monk Kai Xitian, and some spiritual fragments were obtained by Qi Lung, who refined and evolved the Tripitaka Sutra to help Jin Chanzi upgrade.

At that time, he originally wanted to hunt down Tiangong and Longzu, because if he could refine the brands of these two ancient gods, it would be of great help to him. However, Luo Lingying was born soon, and there was a fate in his fate, so he had to go

Save people.

The small mental fragment was just a comfort to him, but to Jin Chanzi, it was extremely important.

In the stream of time transformed by Yu Jian, red lotuses are growing rapidly. The section of the stream visible to the naked eye has been covered, and at the end visible to the naked eye, the red lotus is also growing. Although the speed is getting slower and slower, as long as the flowers

After opening the Quanxi River, Yu Jian will have to recognize his master. This kind of thing has not happened before.

And Zi Wuji had an even more ruthless method, which was to directly kill Luo Lingying.

He and the old man Beiji entered the illusion where Luo Lingying was at the same time.

"Found her!"

The old man in the Arctic pointed and saw that across several mountains, the phantom of a Bodhisattva appeared, with thousands of arms and faces, and a body as high as the mountains.

This is Master Guanghong’s golden body and Thousand Arms Bodhisattva.

"Haha," Zi Wuji's eyes revealed a magical light, he sneered again and again, and with one step, he reached a big mountain.

However, the next moment, another huge mountain rose from the ground.

"kindness?"

The magic technique is called Tianmo Step, which can directly transform reality into emptiness, and then be reborn due to thoughts, which is hundreds of times more powerful than shrinking into an inch.

However, Zi Wuji walked for more than ten steps, but still could not escape from the range of the mountain.

"Immortal magic?" the old man in the Arctic asked in surprise.

"I'm afraid it's not just magic, it's probably the magical power evolved by the Fifth Supreme Being."

Zi Wuji himself has been in the upper world for thousands of years, so he naturally knows what immortal arts are like, and he also thinks that he is an immortal family with a high position in the industry. He can at least know the magic arts, and he can only be born from the origin of the Five Supreme Beings.

His great supernatural powers are completely beyond common sense.

"How high is the sky, and how deep is the earth? I don't know how high it is, and I don't know how deep it is~"

An old voice suddenly sounded, and then a one-armed old man appeared with a basket on his back and a shovel in one hand. He appeared slowly and walked to a mountain, put down the basket, and hummed while digging into the mountain.

"Wangwu and Taihang are as high as thirty million. The height of the mountain is not enough, but the height of the human heart is higher than the mountain..."

Neither Old Man Arctic nor Zi Wuji noticed the old man's appearance.

"This man is going to die," Beiji Taoist said suddenly. He could tell that the breath of the man opposite was like an oil lamp that had run out of oil and might go out at any time.

"Who is your Excellency?" Zi Wuji said suddenly. No matter what magical means he used to spy, the other party seemed to be an old man who was about to die of old age. This was very abnormal.

"A foolish old man kept a promise for ten thousand years."

"You'd better leave," Yugong turned his head, holding the shovel with one hand and pointing his index finger in the center, which is the posture of holding a sword.
Chapter completed!