Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

“Stop! Don’t move!”

Lord Amitabha's expression changed constantly, and he asked in confusion: "You mean the one who killed Canaan was the Lord of the Heavenly Palace Yu Xuan? The Yu Xuan who obtained the prehistoric artifact 'Thunder Emperor Axe'?"

“I didn’t say that.”

True Man Ran Deng was not concerned about the matter and responded calmly, "It's just that your two disciples had a conflict with Yu Xuan during the early period of opening up the fairy world, and it seems that there is some deep-seated hostility between the two."

Lord Amitabha's pupils shrank slightly, and he asked coldly: "How can you prove that all these words are true?"

"If it is true that Jianan was killed for my sect's sake as you said, then both parties are responsible. There is no need to deliberately conceal it, brother? If you don't mind preventing the person who framed him from succeeding, why don't I reveal these details directly to you, brother?"

"snort!"

The pupils of Amitabha Buddha shrank slightly, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he stared at Master Randeng.

Despite his disgust, he was no stranger to the other party's "rampant" behavior.

It is not enough to just say that he hates him, because he understands that the other party's wildness is actually supported by the power of the Venerable Buddha.

This seemingly indifferent behavior of his disciples ** is actually the confidence brought by the power of the Buddha who occupies a sacred position!

If it weren't for the strong support and protection of the Venerable, how could this real person who dared to unilaterally go to the Sea of ​​Sin to seek justice be so rampant?

This is the "pain of the times", a truth: "All are ants under the Buddha, and ants have no enemies!".

The bell rang loudly, and the figure behind Master Ran Deng disappeared leisurely.

Lord Amitabha, with a frown on his face, dark eyes, and an inexplicable murderous light in his heart, disappeared into the shadow of the void.

At the same time, under the Blood Lake of Hell, outside the Blood God Temple, the Water God, the Four Brahmas, and a group of Amitabha followers all knelt in front of the palace gate, their faces distorted with fear, and they even stopped breathing unconsciously.

They all knew that the murderer of ** Indra was not a spiritual master.

In other words, they were all being manipulated by someone.

The price of revenge is the Wu Ji Xing Huang Flag bestowed by the Vice Pope of the Chan Sect, which has blocked the Blood Abyss for ten full years, and specifically asked the Pope of the Styx to hold him accountable!

Even if the Vice Pope of the Chan Church left with satisfaction, it seemed to show that the Pope of the Styx had made some "contributions or compensations".

When they thought about this, Tian Boqin and others became more frightened.

Currently, in the Blood Hell Castle, the Styx Pope sat firmly on the vase, staring at a man and a woman standing not far away.

"Do you understand what you said?"

The man and woman were both dressed as monks, and their names were Priest Cicada and Priest Mosquito respectively.

The Cicada Priest had a slender figure, wore a golden Taoist robe, and had a very beautiful face; while the Mosquito Priest had a slim figure, wore a black Taoist robe, and had two smiling eyes on her delicate face, which were bright and moving.

When hearing the words of the Styx leader, the Chan priest spoke first: "Don't worry, leader. We will find out the truth and make sure that Indra is dead without any doubt!"

The leader of the Styx nodded slightly and said calmly: "I sent you two to do it because you have been enlightened for a long time and are experienced and steady in doing things. This era is no longer the same as before. You can't be as rash and aggressive as Tian Boqin and others. Before you find out the truth, you must not harm Yu Yun's life!"

After the mosquito priest rolled his eyes, he asked implicitly: "But what if it is confirmed that the murderer is Yu Yun?"

“Kill it!”

The leader of the Styx played dumb and said this without hesitation.

“That’s good.”

Priest Mosquito nodded with satisfaction. He had heard that the young man had taken the path of tempering **. If we could use him as a tool for alchemy and absorb his ** blood, it would be of great benefit to our generation.

"Don't do this stupidly!"

The leader of the Styx whispered a warning. "As the third generation direct successor of the Tongtian Sect, Yu Yun cannot be dealt with casually!"

At the same time, he swung a bloody divine light to the sides of the Cicada Priest and the Mosquito Priest. Hidden within this light was a small sword shining with a dark red light, which fluctuated like breathing.

"This Yuan Tu Sword is the spiritual weapon that accompanied me when I was born. Its spiritual power does not affect cause and effect." The leader of the Styx said proudly. No matter who it is, all the cause and effect of the life that dies under the Yuan Tu Sword will disappear, and even the saints of heaven and earth cannot foresee it!

After hearing this, both Priest Cicada and Priest Mosquito showed surprise in their eyes. "Cause and effect cannot be touched" made the uniqueness of the Yuan Tu sword extremely obvious. ...Heaven.

This time, the preparations for the Peach Conference were much more thorough and grand than in the past.

There is no need for Taishang Laojun and others to say more, everyone in the Sanqing Temple sensed that this was not only a great opportunity to expand the power of our Sanqing Sect, but also a rare opportunity to select and attract talents.

Therefore, everyone from the top to the bottom paid close attention to this conference.

As the big day approached, countless monks came from all over the world and gathered here.

Among the high-ranking members of my sect, not only are there honorable Mahayana monks such as Taiqing and Yuanshi guarding the palace, but the low-level waiters are also busy with tasks such as cleaning the palace and serving the dishes.

Even the method of differentiation was used.

When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone on the earth, Tongtian and Yang Jian, two brothers, had already arrived outside the gate of heaven.

Looking from high up in the sky, one can see that many monks have already lined up at the gate of heaven, and the scene is extremely lively.

The guards carefully checked the authenticity of each invitation letter, and asked in detail about the origins and identities of those who did not receive one.

A white-armored deity who was recording the highest level of cultivation in the immortal realm of the people present was also busy with the registration work.

Although this conference welcomes all cultivators from the four realms, those who actually receive invitations are from major immortal cultivation sects or well-known independent cultivators.

Many people who are not very powerful but have a good reputation in the world have not received the letter. If these people want to attend the party, they must report their identity and background to the white-armored god to register their records.

After registration, a pass card made of jade or wood will be distributed according to the monk's level of practice.

The actual operation is that the white-armored immortal will give jade plaques to guests who appear to have a high level of cultivation, while those whose cultivation levels are directly identified by him will receive an ordinary wooden plaque.

Monks with pass cards will be led into the meeting place with great respect by palace maids. Those without special pass cards need to find the meeting place on their own according to the guards' instructions.

Most monks have long been accustomed to this obvious difference in treatment and have no complaints.

When the two brothers Yu Yuan and Tong Tian were cleaning the gate, they had already unloaded their personal belongings and came directly to the gate.

"Where did the two immortals come from?"

The guard raised questions in accordance with regulations.

"I am Yu Yuan, a disciple of Yuanshi Daozun. This is one of my fellow disciples, Yang Jian."

He introduced his origins like a proud general. He certainly could not hide his whereabouts. He just hoped that a few more objects like the Mysterious Sword would come.

However, regardless of whether the information about the Chaos God Bell in the last rumor was false, he would not be disappointed with this action.

"Humph, you two are high-level masters of my Taoist school, come in quickly!" The gatekeepers and the white-armored gods standing nearby all raised their eyes and saluted the two with the utmost respect.

In front of the Houtian Palace, a fairy boy in charge of reception quickly approached and bowed respectfully: "Respected Xuantian Venerable and Taiyi Great Immortal, please rest for a moment, I am Li Changan, acting as the Grand Master, please wait for a moment, we will take you to the Biyao Fairyland.

"Li Changan?"

When he heard the name, Xu Yunduo glanced a few times.

Well, the spiritual energy is floating and unstable, and the foundation is unstable. It seems that he is eager for quick success and has forced a way to become an immortal master... It doesn't look like a paper doll.

Li Changan felt uncomfortable, so he asked, "Brother Dao, do you have any impression of me?"

Xu Yun shook his head. He turned his gaze back to the team of elegant and gorgeously dressed fairy maidens next to him and said with a smile, "Your Excellency holds an important position. You can just ask one or two subordinates to lead the guests in. Why bother to pick them up in person?"

"Since the guest is a distinguished guest," Li Changan added hastily, "of course I dare not neglect him." Just as he finished speaking, a slightly surprised voice emerged in the air: "The master of the breath!?"

"Ok?"

Hearing this unexpected reaction, Xu Yun frowned slightly and turned towards the source of the sound. Just then, he saw a girl in colorful clothes flying towards him on a cloud.

She looked like she was no more than fifteen years old. She was not very tall, and her face still had traces of a young girl's childishness. She was staring at Xu Yun in amazement, "Is it really you?!"

Xu Yun wanted to ask for a name, but when he saw Li Changan beside him half-bending and bowing, he said, "Your Highness, Dragon Girl, is here to see you."

Princess?

Xu Yun was slightly stunned, and the name of a person named Princess Longji came to his mind.

But why didn't he remember any connection with this Princess Longji? Perhaps, the answer was found in the doubt in his eyes. Princess Longji seemed to remember something, and moved slightly twice, transforming into a slender fairy about twenty years old, wearing dark green clothes.

At this moment, Xu Yun suddenly realized. "I remember, she is the snake spirit, ahem, Fairy Lingyun."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my memory was wrong just now... I mistakenly confused you with the White Snake Fairy."

Master Qing'an calmly gave a series of incomprehensible reasons.

"Oh, I see."

The Phoenix Fairy nodded slightly to show her understanding and clarification.

"It seems that I can no longer use this look in the future!"

As she spoke, she quickly returned to her original form.

She was only four or five feet tall, with a slender and charming figure like a girl, delicate skin as if carved from ivory, and a pretty nose that was small, exquisite and extremely delicate; her eyes were curved like a crescent moon, filled with bright and profound luster and soft beauty.