Seeing the golden light appear, Agula knew that it was not easy for him to knock on Qian Yiqun's protective shell, so he simply waited for the golden light to fade away before knocking out the horse's head stick again.

What greeted him was still that layer of golden light.

"Don't you only use it three times?" Agula shouted loudly when she found herself fooled.

"Yes," Qian Yiqun looked fearless, "but I have another treasure that can allow me to sacrifice the treasures for 49 days inside, and the outside is just a moment of time."

Only then did Agula realize that it was not that he was dazzled just now, but that this person had really left this little world.

Qian Yiqun smiled and said, "Are we going to waste like this? I have to say, I know Jinhua’s worldly arts, so I don’t have to worry about my physical aging at all."

Agula's face became more and more gloomy. He suddenly thought of another more direct solution, and reached out to grab a pack of bone powder from his arms and sprinkled it on Qian Yiqun. Qian Yiqun didn't know what kind of attack this was, so he didn't dare to rush it. He quickly called out the Vajra Bead to protect him. Suddenly, he found that the bone powder actually ignored the golden light protection and landed straight on his shoulder.

The fluorescent flickering bone meal quickly melted away, but Agula's face looked even more ugly.

"I didn't expect you to be a forty-six-year-old strong man. It's true that you have the skills to keep your face." Agula said, "However, it's hard to say whether this is the skills to keep your face or the skills to be immortal."

——You even added my age in my previous life?

Qian Yiqun thought silently, knowing that the old man might have misunderstood. However, he had no obligation to explain the truth and said with a smile: "Whether it is the art of maintaining the beauty or the art of immortality, as long as you live longer than you? I think this little Qiankun is intimidating, I'm afraid you will collapse as soon as you die."

The world created with human power is itself an understanding and application of Tao. The ancient sages created the Cuiluo Holy Realm, and were able to imprison Yinglong and raise plants and trees. How could this be achieved by any descendant of the holy fetus realm?

What's more, this is not a real small world. It just intercepts a small branch from the original world and makes it circulate continuously. Not to mention that Agula is not in her body, even if she leaves for a while, it will collapse and reintegrate into the time and space.

"Looking at you're not young, let's just stand it up and see who will die first." Qian Yiqun smiled and said, "I admit that I can't kill you, but if you want to kill me, you can't do it."

"You demon, you are innocent. It's good that I'll just trap you here for a few years!" Agula took a breath, and a horse-headed stick seemed to have really made plans to die with Qian Yiqun.

"Old sir," Qian Yiqun took a step back, "It makes no sense for you to say this. Taoist I stepped into the Xuanmen. The so-called killing is just three lives. Although it has been many years, I have always taken it to heart and warned myself. Why do you say that I am a butcher? "

"Not only talk! It's yellow!" Agula looked at each other, "You have never slaughtered the villages along the way! How many young people have lost their parents! How many children have lost their children in their spare time! You dare to say that you are not a butcher! What's more, I have three disciples who died at your hands, and you dare to say that you have not killed them in vain!"

"Go to rest ashamed." Qian Yiqun felt much more at ease when he saw Agula start to speak. From the bottom of his heart, he was still in awe of people at the level of the Holy Fetus. Although his cultivation level is not proportional to combat power, it represents the depth of understanding of "Tao". If the same magic is used, the power will naturally be clear at a glance.

Qian Yiqun has many adventures, and his treasures and magic are endless, taking advantage of this old shaman who is far away from the world to practice and achieve enlightenment. If he were replaced by a holy fetal monk who was also walking in the world, such as Ku Chen and Gao Ren, how could he have a chance of winning?

"Who do you mentioned have no blood debts from the Han people? Which of the coat slaves in their family is not a Han family? These people also have parents, wives and children. Do they deserve to fall into this kind of field?"

"It is inevitable that the wolf on the grassland will eat sheep." Agula said in a deep voice, "We just drive away the wolf when it comes, but we won't take revenge after a long time."

Qian Yiqun frowned. Isn’t this explicitly that the Han people died in vain? Who told them not to resist?

"Hahaha," Qian Yiqun laughed instead of anger, "What the old man said is, so I accidentally ate some sheep, so there is no need to chase me and beat me, right? As long as I will drive me away before I take action next time?"

Agula's throat stagnated, and a look of anger flashed across his face: "Do you just want to kill my disciples so easily!"

"Your disciple killed my clan, can you forget it if you think so easily!" Qian Yiqun also showed his evil appearance and was ready to protect his life at any time.

Agula released his pressure and wanted to crush Qian Yiqun's spiritual world. As long as he succeeded, Qian Yiqun would never be able to use it even if he had a powerful magic weapon. He could only wait for death as if he was waiting for it.

Qian Yiqun had a clear heart bell as the foundation, and there was also a golden light mantra in it. Although his body was indeed under pressure and was somewhat insolent, his heart was clear and he could not lose his life-saving power.

The old and the young have been in a stalemate for a long time, but Agula can't stand it anymore. The natural laws cannot be contrary to it. How can an old man who lives in his life be as abundant as a young man?

Qian Yiqun, holding a Juma Staff, constantly absorbing the wood qi of heaven and earth, and incorporating it into his body, tempering it into the five qi of spiritual accumulation, nourishing his body and mind. Not only did he not have any difficulties, he had the momentum of counterattack and calculation.

"Haha," Qian Yiqun found that the pressure was gradually weakening and was excited. "Old man, it's better to withdraw the spell. You and I go their own way, why bother to be stiff again?"

"If you promise me, I may not be able to let you go regardless of the worldly affairs in the world." Agula put down the soft file.

"I swear to the Heaven of Eternity," Qian Yiqun said with a serious face, "I will never ask about the worldly affairs of the world."

Agula was annoyed: "Are you playing with me? You don't believe in immortality!"

"I believe it," Qian Yiqun said as if it were true, "Who said I don't believe it?"

"Nonsense! Do you have evidence!" Agula became even more angry.

"Isn't it just a word?" Qian Yiqun pretended to be confused, "I believe that he exists, isn't it enough? What do you want to do?"

"You have never tempered your body and mind with the practice of immortality, and have never listened to the teachings of immortality. How dare you defile its reputation!" Agula this time confirmed that Qian Yiqun was making trouble, and almost expressed his dissatisfaction in his heart by roaring.

Qian Yiqun smiled and said, "How many people can do these two things on the grassland? There are too few believers in the immortal world, right?"

Agula was speechless for a moment and always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't grasp the point. He could not deny what Qian Yiqun said, shamans have always been in line with each other and are one of the few elites in the tribe. However, the worship of immortality is a common belief on the entire grassland. Even the ignorant person is still a believer in immortality.

"Anyway, I can't swear with the immortal heaven!" Agula said angrily, "Swear with the gods of your Han people!"

"Okay, okay, you are strong anyway, so I will listen to you." Qian Yiqun said helplessly, "I am kind-hearted, I will swear to the Emperor of Dongchu Shishi, from now on, I will ignore the world and worldly affairs. Is this OK?"

Agula said in his heart: So what is the sacred place of Siming Heavenly Lord? I have never heard of it. But since he can Siming, he should also respect the god, right? But since he is a respectful god, why does this Taoist priest say nothing respectfully?

Dongchu Siming Tianzun also has a more widely known name: The Kitchen God.

The Kitchen God has always had an important function. He would go to the Heavenly Court to report on the good and evil in the world every year so that God could reward good and punish evil.

Qian Yiqun went to the sky for a long time, but did not see any heavenly court, nor did he hear the masters say that the heavenly court was like this, so he naturally had doubts about this legend.

——Your prince, you are a lot of people. Even if you really hear it, turn a blind eye and don’t bother with the boy.

Qian Yiqun had another double insurance in his heart.

"Since that's the case," Agula said slowly, "I will let you go for the time being."

"Good luck, let's wait."

A loud Buddhist chant fell from the sky, which immediately scared Qian Yiqun's legs to his weakness, which also surprised Agula.

"Who can actually break through my private world!" Agula's face turned pale. Although this little universe was squeezing in a hurry, it did not represent his highest strength, but it was impossible for ordinary people to spy on it so easily and transmit the voice.

——This person’s cultivation level is not below me!

Agula thought to himself: Could it be this kid's reinforcements? No, if it were his reinforcements, how could it prevent me from withdrawing the secret technique? But I really don't remember knowing such a master.

Seeing that Agula's face was gloomy and sunny, Qian Yiqun thought to himself: This is really raining all night long. Monk Kuchen didn't come early or late, why did he come here at this time?

The fox hid in the woods and heard the sound of Buddha outside, and the silence of the Buddhist sings of the Buddhist sings. He knew that the monks and great masters had come. Although he had never seen Kuchen, he had heard of it. When he turned his mind, he thought of the man's head.

If there is anything more fatal than provoking a person in the holy fetus realm, it will undoubtedly provoke two.

Once you have a holy fetus, you can deserve the title of "saint"!

——If this brat can escape from heaven, then that will be a little lucky!

The fox said in his heart that he secretly looked at Qian Yiqun.

The mountain eagle also landed on the ground, crawling and unable to understand, just like an old hen that only holds a nest. Although the ancient spiritual seed is famous, once it is reincarnated as a secular body, it is just an ordinary bird and beast. When encountering such a master, it will naturally only be able to bow and beg for mercy.

Qian Yiqun's eyes scanned between heaven and earth and Agula, and thought to himself: I don't know what choice this shaman would make. Should he let a monk of unknown origin come in or withdraw this small world? Speaking of which, can I escape the pursuit of Kuchen?
Chapter completed!