Game of Gods and Demons: The Mage is the eternal truth!

At this moment, the aura of Bailong Temple was greatly opened.

Countless legends have come, and what blocked the way of the envoys included the Five Fingers Mountain, the Million Witch Ancestors, the Eighteen Hells...

The whole Qingyang Mountain exuded a strange atmosphere.

Just when everyone was still hesitating, a voice came from the top of the mountain: "The monk is waiting for you to come on the top of the mountain."

"Hmph, playing tricks!"

Looking at the Five Fingers Mountain blocking the way in front of him, as long as he took a step in, he could feel a huge mountain pressing down from the sky, in the shape of five fingers.

Jian Yi stepped in with sharp eyes, looking at the Five Fingers Mountain falling in the air, holding the hilt of the sword, holding his breath and concentrating. Wang Ge's arrival also made him understand what the unity of spirit, energy and spirit is. Although it was just the fur and was still far from the Three Purities, this was already the strongest sword he had comprehended in the past few years.

"Divine sword, my sword!"

The next moment, Jian Yi was wrapped in the sword intent, like a real sharp arrow, and the unstoppable momentum around him rushed straight into the sky.

Swish!

The surging sword blade directly cut into the Five Finger Mountain, but only saw a flash of Buddha light, and the Five Finger Mountain, which was about to split in two, became solid again and pressed directly towards Jian Yi!

The faces of everyone in the legend changed slightly. Can't such a sword break the Five Finger Mountain legend?

"Not good."

Jian Yi said secretly, and a small silver sword slowly emerged from his chest.

Dazzling light, dancing wildly!

The silver sword burst out with endless sword light, directly destroying the entire Five Finger Mountain, and even the entire legend was destroyed.

The future Buddha on the White Dragon Temple smiled faintly. Everyone cheated, then no one cheated.

However, the next few levels are not so easy.

Finally, Jian Yi took a step forward and saw the twelve ancestor witches, with millions of people behind them. In the dark, it seemed that they formed a shocking formation, but they did not take action, as if waiting for the arrival of follow-up personnel.

Wait until all the personnel are present.

Wu Qianxue looked at the people opposite, twelve fourth-level, and the rest were almost all second-level and third-level.

If they really fight, they can be resurrected, but what about the inheritance left behind?

Fu Qingtian's face was also extremely serious, and he whispered: "How is it possible that a fourth-level Buddhist cultivator would have such a powerful legend of the battle of the ancestor witches? We haven't even reached the mountainside yet, so what will happen next?"

"Anyway, there are no monks in the White Dragon Temple, and there is not much time left. It's okay to retreat now, right?"

One person said.

Fu Qingtian remained silent. Although this is true, since Lingshan has no possibility of leaving inheritance except for that matter, it is just that he doesn't know who did that thing. At least it won't be so easy or silent for him to do it.

Huang Wuji pushed everyone to go. Since they had already come to Qingyang Mountain, Lingshan Bald Donkey set up this formation. What else could it be but a provocation?

Is it to tell everyone that the Buddha Dharma is boundless and can suppress all inheritances in this world?

It is impossible to retreat. Once retreated, there may be a chance for Buddhists to make a comeback in a hundred thousand years.

Wu Qianxue said lightly: "We can't retreat at this step. If we retreat, how will the world judge you? For a hundred thousand years, will you bear the infamy of being defeated by Lingshan and escaping?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent.

Wu Qianxue was telling the truth. This is a world of great struggle. Let's see what the way is that will come out in the end, gain the recognition of the world's will, and finally break through for the world.

The Flower of Soul and Life was watching the show with Huang Wuji, and Wang Ge and Wu Youde were also watching the show together.

Wu Youde said: "My goodness, the legend of Lingshan is more powerful than those Lingshan Buddhist disciples. How come this guy has never heard of it?"

Wang Ge didn't want to explain too much to Wu Youde. In the future timeline, the twelve Buddhas were too powerful. It would take a long time to kill them, but today, the opportunity was right in front of him.

As for this legend, it was just so-so.

After a long silence, a voice finally appeared among the crowd.

"In that case, kill it."

Wu Qianxue directly threw out a scroll: "The mountains and rivers are everywhere, and it is my hometown! Suppress it!"

Boom boom boom!

And the moment the scroll slowly unfolded, the entire legend began to tremble, and the number and strength of the Wu clan in the legend began to be greatly reduced.

Afterwards, a black and white brush appeared in Wu Qianxue's hand, and he was in mid-air, splashing ink and writing, and the pen moved like a dragon.

Finally, thousands of strokes formed the word "Zhen".

"Ten thousand great ways, suppress!"

The next moment, the word "suppress" turned into a ball of light wrapped in a huge Confucian power, and the complex "suppression method" could be clearly felt inside, pressing down with a bang!

The legend of the million witch ancestors was weakened by another three points!

"It's time."

Wu QianxueAs soon as the words fell, countless methods appeared.

Wang Ge saw this and secretly said, it turns out that some things cannot be learned by just trying them out.

Wu Youde was excited and wanted to help quickly.

"Ah, sister Seran, I will feel bad if you get hurt like this!"

"Sister Juzi, be careful behind you!"

"Damn Fu Qingtian, if I hadn't participated in the battle, would you have been the hero saving the beauty?"

"..."

Wang Ge heard this noisy voice and selectively blocked it.

Many people died in this battle. Until the legend was broken and the next legend came, although none of the innate gods died in the crusade against the Lingshan Alliance, at least 30% of the people they brought had died.

Huang Wuji whispered, "The one in the White Dragon Temple is not ordinary."

Huang Wuji had already guessed the identity of the bald donkey, but he was a local native now, so he could not tell it. He could only sigh, "So strong, is this the power of Buddhists? Who are those guys?"

Huang Wuji had no intention of explaining, and a hint of uneasiness rose in his heart.

Until the legend was broken, everyone, who was already a little tired, stepped into the next legend - the underworld!

And in the underworld, it was the eighteen levels of hell that blocked everyone's way!

It was full of the wailing of little ghosts, the violence of ghost messengers... It was as vivid as reality.

"Eighteen levels of hell!"

Many people were shocked. This was a very famous legend of Lingshan, and it could be evolved so vividly. How could the one sitting in the White Dragon Temple be simple?

Fu Qingtian glanced at Wu Qianxue.

It is impossible to break this legend directly, but it may not be difficult for them to break through the eighteen layers of hell, but for the disciples in the sect, it is definitely a real "hell".

Jian Yi said: "Why don't we go forward and let them go down the mountain."

Go down the mountain?

In order to prevent Huang Wuji from taking advantage of the sect's emptiness to launch a sneak attack, almost everyone was brought here.

If they go down the mountain, they will be surrounded by the dynasty army again.

Wu Qianxue took a deep breath and shouted directly: "Huang Wuji! Come out and speak!"

But there was no response for a long time.

Wu Qianxue said coldly: "You'd better not come, otherwise after you go out, I will definitely remove the Huang family name from the human family tree!"

It seems that this touched a nerve of Huang Wuji. He really believed that Wu Qianxue could do such a thing. After all, no one can say whether the ancestor of the Wu family is still alive.

"Haha, Qianxue, as long as you don't go down the mountain halfway, I will ensure that you disciples are safe."

Wu Qianxue nodded slightly, and bowed to the many disciples who followed him to the top of the mountain, saying: "The Buddhist practice has strange methods. If you go up again, your life may be in danger. Everyone, go down the mountain, and leave the rest of the journey to us."

Xiantian couldn't handle it, and most people went down the mountain directly after hearing the words.

Half a quarter of an hour later, only the players who participated in this "game" were left.

"Eighteen levels of hell, right?"

Wu Qianxue took the lead and stepped in.

"Wow, my sister Qianxue, so handsome!"

Wu Youde quacked excitedly.

Wang Ge, who had already walked through the eighteen levels of hell, didn't care.

But what happened later made Wang Ge raise his eyebrows. After Wu Qianxue entered the eighteen levels of hell, the road ahead was empty, as if there was nothing.

"Could it be that you are giving face? Or... you dare not?"

Only Lingshan knows what he wants to do later, not even the many gods watching the show above know.

If Wu Qianxue still has the orthodox Confucianism of the human race, how can the Eighteen Hells dare to judge?

Half of the people passed smoothly.

But half of the people will be in trouble.

As a person who has experienced it, Wang Ge knows that the longer it is delayed, the more trouble it will cause.

This legend is not like that assessment. Everyone took a different path. This time, they almost just appeared in different directions.

"Lance, you go first."

Jian Yi raised his sword and killed the little ghost who rushed over.

Lanser is a girl with blue-purple hair. She holds a bow and arrow in her hand, which is full of the power of moonlight: "Jian Yi, don't worry about me."

"There is no moon power here. Don't worry, I'm fine."

Hearing this, Lanser hesitated and made a decision.

Wu Youde slapped his thigh and said, "Damn it, I should be the one to save the beauty."

"Power of the Moon..."

Wang Ge knew that if the underworld wanted to complete the rules of the "Moon", it would have to wait for the blood moon later.

"Orange girl! Watch out behind you! Damn it, big brother, can I do anything?"

"Go ahead if you want to go, don't mention my name."

"Okay!" Wu Youde, "Invincible little whirlwind!!!"

NextIn a moment, Wu Youde broke out of the ground and appeared behind Juzi, and with a shovel, he directly pried open the sneak attacking ghost.

"Hehe, Juzi sister, am I not late?"

Juzi looked ordinary, but the big thunder on her chest was the most eye-catching. Wu Youde slurped.

Juzi nodded slightly: "Dede, are you not affected by this legend?"

"Not really."

Wu Youde laughed, and regardless of anything, he took Juzi's little hand and felt happy inside, and took Juzi to the end of the eighteen levels of hell.

The moment everyone saw Wu Youde, their faces were very rich.

Wu Qianxue spoke first: "Dede, you don't have to follow us, keep an eye on Huang Wuji."

"No, Huang Wuji, that idiot, has someone watching him."

"Someone, who?"

Wu Youde laughed, and Juzi said: "Have you touched enough?"