Sword comes

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A Taoist Dharma statue, five thousand feet tall, punched heavily on the Xianzan City.

Unexpectedly, he failed to penetrate Xianzan City with one punch, not to mention, he didn't even touch the city itself, but shattered countless golden lights. In the city, the weather is chaotic, with a sudden storm in one place, and a faint sign of heavy snow in another.

In the two cities, the minds of those monks from the Yao clan were swaying and trembling. The Qi practitioners who had not formed the golden core, who were not exhaling and refining, were in a better situation. Resisting the awe-inspiring power that seemed to be "the imminent catastrophe", those who were cultivating felt that their minds had been hit by a heavy hammer. They were so depressed that they vomited a large mouthful of blood, and many monks in the lower five realms even fainted on the spot.

"Is that the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall?!"

As soon as I heard that the hermit official might be a guest in Xianzan City, many female officials of Xianzan City, like Yingyan Lizhi, flew out hand in hand, looking up or overlooking the Dharma statue in those places with wide vision, They were in high spirits, their eyes were on the verge of exchange, and they were lucky enough to see a living hermit with their own eyes.Those who kindly tried to dissuade them from returning to the place of cultivating monasticism all gave them supercilious looks.

Lu Chen stood on tiptoes in the Lotus Dojo, stretched his neck, and said in surprise: "This city is very difficult to beat."

Xianzan City is like a Qi trainer, who has a armor pill cast by a military strategist and hangs it behind his back. Unless the armor can be smashed with a punch, it will always be intact. In short, the turtle shell is very thick.

On a larger scale, the Sword Qi Great Wall and the night boat are actually formations with the same principle.

In the past, the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain took advantage of Chen Qingdu's sword to open the way for Feisheng City, and raised the city to fly to another world. Then he found the right opportunity to split the Sword Qi Great Wall into two, breaking the one.

Lu Chen laughed when he saw the female officials who didn't know the disaster was imminent, and looked forward to Chen Pingan's visit to Baiyujing in the future.

Back then when A Liang took a trip to Bai Yujing, it was because he was acting affectionate.

The female officials in Xianzan City in front of me are just being passionate.

The fairies and sisters on the twelfth floor of the five cities, even if they had some longing for A Liang, after seeing that man spit and wipe his hair with their own eyes, it is estimated that their admiration was shattered and drifted away with the wind, and they will never mention it again.

In fact, Bai Yujing did have a few sisters who were close to the third head teacher, and they were a little sentimental, saying that seeing each other was better than hearing about it.You must know that before that, A Liang, who exchanged two punches with the second head teacher, was the most mentioned outsider in Bai Yujing's hundred years.

This is not the case for young hermit officials. After meeting, they will only make people feel that their reputation is well-deserved.

Lu Chen said: "Chen Pingan, when you travel around the world of Qingming in the future, you, Senior Brother Yu, and that person from Ziqi Tower, do whatever you want. Anyway, I am someone who neither helps nor helps my relatives. I will stand by and wait for your grievances." Liangqing, if you go to visit Baiyujing, such as Qingcui City, and Shenxiao City, I must lead the way, so it's settled, it's an appointment."

If Chen Ping didn't hear anything, he just punched again with his left hand, which is a cavalry punching formation.

Lu Chen immediately shut up, feeling very guilty.

Xianzan City is like a graceful goddess standing between heaven and earth, covered with a magic robe that covers the sky and sun, but a huge depression was punched out.

The fist hovered, and the distance from the mountain city was only a few dozen feet away.

From a fairy mansion in the "halfway up the mountain" of Xianzan City, a young-looking monk from the monster clan served as the deputy city lord. The female cultivator, a vicious woman near the bed, rolled to the ground, trembling, with resentful eyes, she stretched out her hand from the ground and summoned a dress to cover the spring, he stood up with the clothes on, hesitated for a moment, and had no choice. The real body showed up, and a thousand-foot-tall immortal statue floated out of the house, and said angrily: "Where is the lunatic, why do you want to be an enemy of my Xianzan City, you have lived enough, and you are in a hurry to reincarnate?!"

The Taoist figure, another punch.

Just reply.

The big demon, who showed a thousand feet in the face, choked for a moment.

Fortunately, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in Xianzan City gathered in one place by itself, and took down the straight punch of the Taoist with the lotus crown.

This punch is even more imposing. For the monks of Xianzan City, the vision in sight is that the city is full of wind and clouds, and countless auras quickly gather into a sea of ​​clouds. The white clouds are like a vanity mirror erected , blocked that punch, and then a punch disturbed the sea of ​​clouds, and the fist suddenly became as big as a mountain, as if it was about to hit the monk's eyes in the next moment.

The young hermit official with a majestic appearance crushed the white clouds with one punch.

At this time and this scene, this person only teaches the female officials of Xianzan City to turn their thoughts into emotions.

In the barbaric world, there is only one principle of truth, that the strong are respected.

At the highest point of Xianzan City, there is a forbidden alchemy room. An old monk with a fairy style was holding a cattail fan and staring at the furnace. After the uninvited guest punched three times, he had to walk out of the room and stand by the railing. Looking down at the lotus crown, he smiled and said, "Can fellow daoists stop talking? If there is a misunderstanding, just let it go."

In sight, the Taoist is half the height of the city.

The fist shakes the high city.

Although the city lord of Ascension Realm looked calm, he was actually worried. Those who are kind don't come and those who don't come are not kind. I don't know how they got into trouble with such an uninvited guest.

It is reasonable to say that Xianzan City is in the wild world, and it seems that there has never been a deadly enemy. Besides, Xianzan City and Tuoyue Mountain have always had a good relationship, especially in the previous large-scale invasion of Haoran World. Nearly half of the wild sixty army tents The big demons have all done business with Xianzan City.Not long ago, he sent an invitation letter to Feiran, the sword cultivator who had become the co-lord of the world, and hoped that Feiran could visit Xianzan City. The four characters of the book add a brand new plaque to one's home, shining through the ages.

Moreover, Feiran wrote back a letter himself, agreeing to this matter, saying that he would be a guest in Xianzan City in the near future.

I never thought that Feiran hadn't come yet, but a Taoist priest with an astonishing appearance came first.

The last time he suffered a disaster, it was a disaster for no reason. The ancestor who moved the mountain, whose real name was Zhu Yan, used to pass by this place with a long stick and a sword on his shoulder when he was on his way to congratulate the concubine of Yiluohe in the early years. He only thought that the city was too high , too obtrusive, Zhu Yan showed his real body, and with all his strength, he beat a dozen sap sticks at a fairy hairpin city.

It just failed to completely break the prohibition. Although Xianzan City was indeed in danger and crumbling at the time, it never broke into the city with a single stick. However, some gossip was only circulated on the top of the wild mountain. Disaster relief.After that catastrophe, Xianzan City has gone through thousands of years of painstaking efforts to continuously build and repair the landscape array, which is not what it used to be.

Chen Pingan shook his wrist, and first practiced with three punches.

The big sleeves fluttered, and there were originally seas of clouds of different heights floating in the surrounding area of ​​Xianzan City, but the sleeves of the green gauze Taoist robe, with a flick of the wrist, swept the entire sea of ​​clouds away. And the sky became cloudless.

As the lord of the city, Lao Feisheng still had a pleasant face, and said from the bottom of his heart: "Fellow Daoist is a guest in Xianzan City this time, what you ask for and what you want can be discussed, as long as we can get it, we are willing to give it to Daoist for nothing." If you are a friend, you should treat it as making a friend and forming a relationship with a fellow Taoist."

Of course, he would not mistake the Taoist in front of him, who was very likely to be in the [-]th realm of Taoism, for Chen Ping'an.

The Taoist friend who concealed his identity in front of him must have played a trick, what kind of Taoist attire, what kind of sword Qi Great Wall hidden official face, how many years has it been since Chen Pingan returned to Haoran?

Taking a ten thousand step back, even if there is a good thing to drop the realm in the sky, once it falls, it will fall into the three realms. Who can accept the gift of the Great Dao for any human being in the Jade Realm?Lizhen from Tuoyue Mountain couldn't catch it back then, even Shanqing, the closed disciple of Taoist Ancestor, couldn't catch it now.

So as long as the other party is still willing to conceal their identity, it is probably not some unresolvable feud, and there is still room for maneuver.

Chen Ping glanced far north, looked away, and asked Lu Chen with his heart: "The Dharma can only be so high? Is Master Lu hiding something private?"

It is said that on the top floor of Xianzan City, if a monk leans on a railing and looks into the distance, as long as his eyesight is enough, he is destined to not be able to see the top of Tuoyue Mountain or the top of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Therefore, there is a proud saying circulating in Xianzan City, Haoran's poems say that he dare not speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavenly beings.But here in our place, we have to put it another way, because people dare not speak in a low voice that day, for fear of being heard by the monks in our city.

Lu Chen said with a smile: "A gentleman, after all, he has some private money."

Now this Taoist figure, the foundation of the Dao, is the five thousand characters handed down by the ancestors of the Tao, so it is five thousand feet high, and one foot is not high and one foot is not low.

Then Lu Chen, as Bai Yujing's third head teacher, has been a disciple of the Taoist ancestor for thousands of years, so of course he has his own Taoism.If it wasn't for Lu Chen's arbitrariness and insisting on accepting apprentices on behalf of his master, then Lu Chen, the third disciple, would naturally become a veritable closed disciple of the Taoist ancestor after a few more years.It's just that for some reason, it seems that Lu Chen deliberately avoided this matter and gave up the title himself.

Lu Chen smiled and asked: "It's actually very simple to want to be higher. Have you not turned a page of my three works until now? It's all right, I just took this opportunity to browse..."

If Chen Pingan has not read the "Southern China Sutra" for the time being, it could not be easier. Today's Chen Pingan only needs to study the Daoist scriptures and spread the book out. It is like a god's help, with a tacit understanding, and after reading it once, you will get its true meaning. Everything will come to fruition, because Chen Pingan, now in the mysterious and mysterious situation of "the sergeant has heard the Tao", is a veritable "proud man".

Chen Ping smiled and said: "Compared to the Taoist ancestor who only had [-] words, isn't your three articles with more than [-] words a bit too many words? The big knowledge is idle, the small knowledge is free, and the big words are hot and the small words are Zhan Zhan, but you said it yourself of."

Obviously, Chen Ping'an had read the "Nanhua Jing".In the South China City in Bai Yujing, Taoist officials were officially included in the Dao Lineage Genealogy Ceremony. The least complicated thing was that Lu Chen casually threw out a copy of the Nanhua Sutra engraved by later generations.

Lu Chen said solemnly: "It's far less than one upper, more than nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lower, don't be greedy for more."

On the bank of Chen Pingan's heart lake, outside the library building, there appeared three ancient books of Daoist scriptures of different thicknesses, hanging side by side in the air, as if there was a gust of book-turning wind, turning the pages of the Daoist scriptures.

Lu Chen suddenly clapped his hands with his fists, and said sadly, "Chen Pingan, after all, it is a great scripture recognized by Taoists, why is it not qualified to be placed in the library?"

After Chen Ping's "reading", the dharma image, which was originally half a city high, obtained all the Tao and meaning of a copy of the Nanhua Sutra, and it was three thousand feet taller out of thin air.

It is necessary to deliver fists to this high city in the style of a god and a man beating a drum.

Chen Pingan reminded: "Teacher Lu, don't be idle, and continue to draw the three moon-flying talismans. If the business is delayed, I can talk about it here, but Qi Laojianxian and Mr. Lu may not be easy to talk to."

The criminal officer Hao Su is the first to ascend to the middle of the bright moon. At that time, Hao Su will use the natal magic power of a flying sword to guide the other three sword repairers to ascend to the sky together.

Lu Chen said bitterly: "You can't catch an honest person like this and bully him to death."

I lent the teaching token and the Taoism of the Fourteen Realms to Chen Pingan, lent the sword box to Longxiang Jianzong, drew the three mountain talismans regardless of the cost, bought and sold the sword washing talisman with Qi Tingji, and gave away the running to the moon talisman... This long journey , Dare he be the busiest in the end, an outsider who is not a sword cultivator?

Chen Pingan threw his first punch at Xianzancheng.

Immortal Hairpin City was shaken, and the earth trembled thousands of miles away. Numerous gullies were torn out on the ground, mountains trembled, rivers diverted, and visions abounded.

The [-]-foot-tall Taoist Faxiang moved sideways, and hit the high city with his second fist. Many immortal mansions in the city, which were originally celestial spirits, all fell apart.

Towering ancient trees, with rustling branches and leaves, a snow-white waterfall cascading down from a high place in the city, seems to freeze instantly, like an ice pick hanging under the eaves, and then wait until the third punch falls on Xianzan City , The waterfall exploded with a bang again, and the snow fell.

Lu Chen squinted his head sideways, and couldn't bear to look directly at it.

According to the archives of the Summer Palace, the avenue of this fairy hairpin city was refined from the Taoist hairpin of the first monk in the world.

It was just one of the pioneers of that ancient battle. Unfortunately, he fell on the way to the sky. The Taoism collapsed and dissipated in the world. Only a white jade hairpin pinned in the bun was preserved intact, but it was lost to the world. On the earth, she disappeared without a trace, and was finally picked up unintentionally by a well-fated female cultivator in the wild world of the later generations. She has obtained this inheritance of the Dao, and she is the founder of Xianzan City.After the female cultivator reached the upper five realms, she began to build the Xianzan City. At the same time, she established a sect and branched out. Finally, in the hands of the four city lords and monks, she worked hard to rule and make money. The Xianzan City was built higher and higher.

The current city lord of Xianzan City is a great monk in the Ascension Realm, with the Taoist name Xuanpu, who is proficient in the three avenues of forging, formation and alchemy, and has friends all over the world.

There is also a deputy city lord who is cultivated in the fairyland, the Taoist name is Yinlu, and he is the direct disciple of the current city lord. The big demon cut rhyme first, and stripped the face of the beauty.Otherwise, there would probably be hundreds of Yulong sect female cultivators in Xianzan City now.

The registered disciples of Xianzan City, if they have practiced Taoism for a hundred years and still fail to become Earth Immortals, they will be expelled from the country and removed from the landscape genealogy of Xianzan City's Patriarch Hall.Disciples of the Earth Immortal, if the monk fails to enter the upper five realms within five hundred years, Xianzan City will not chase people away, and according to the ancestors, it will not raise waste, which will waste spiritual energy. , landscape luck, demon pills, and skins, all returned to Xianzan City.

Therefore, the number of direct disciples in Xianzan City has always been small, but the incense of the Patriarch Hall is not volatile, because there are as many monks from the Jade Raw Realm and Earth Immortals in the wild world who come here to serve as worshipers and guest lords as those who cross the river. Crucian carp, as long as you have enough money, you can stay in the city to practice Taoism. Xianzan City is like a cave built by the day after tomorrow. It is full of aura and thick like water, which is extremely suitable for practice.

In addition, the female officials carefully cultivated by Xianzan City were used to marry the Shanxia Dynasty and the Shanshang Zongmen. The water essence hairpin peach blossom makeup, colorful robes and water moon shoes are famous beauties in the wild world, with various styles.

Of course, Lu Chen knew why Chen Pingan made a special trip to Xianzan City.

If only Xianzancheng has been bragging about itself, what is the highest city in the world, or what kind of in-law relationship is with the official alley of the newly promoted king, with Chen Pingan's character, it is definitely not like Xianzancheng Rivalry.

Because the weapons forged in Xianzan City, the magic robes refined in Jincui City, and the Xianjia wine brewed by Jiuquanzong are all among the top ten in the wild.

The Great Wall of Sword Qi was breached by the barbarians, and the Xianzan City, where no genealogy cultivator has left, is known as being able to occupy a successful labor force.

Xianzan City keeps spending money to elevate the city, of course because it can make more money.Any direct monk of Xianzan City, before being expelled from the city or killed in the city, is a well-deserved casting master, proficient in weapon casting and magic weapon refining, because there is a superior blessed land in the city, which is an ancient star that fell to the ground , so that Xianzan City has a natural arsenal rich in resources, which can continuously cast armor and equipment on the mountain. Every 30 years, the major dynasties in the wild world will send envoys to buy weapons here, and the highest price will win.The monks of Xianzan City will send it to them, and another large amount of fairy money will be credited. Before the massive attack on the Great Wall of Sword Qi and Haoran Tianxia, ​​Xianzan City even summoned a large group of foundry masters to send countless Countless armored equipment.

The great demon Yinlu in the Immortal Realm came to the top floor, stood with the city lord Shizun, and said in his heart: "It doesn't seem like a good talker."

Xuan Pu's face was gloomy, he nodded and said: "It is destined not to be kind."

Yinlu asked: "Master, how many punches can you hold that lunatic?"

After the fairy hairpin city activated the big formation, every time it takes down the opponent's punch, it needs to spend a lot of fairy money.My own fairy hairpin city has a rich family background, but no matter how the fairy money is piled up into a mountain, no matter how deep the background is, it will be punched down, and the loss of the fairy money will be painful. If the fairy money is converted into heaven and earth spiritual energy , being imprisoned in the city, it is still considered fertile and does not flow to outsiders, but the loss of a total of 36 central immortal soldiers, half immortal soldiers and Zhenshan treasures in Xianzan City is an astronomical repair cost.

The old Soaring Realm cultivator stroked his beard and said in his heart: "Where is the boxing technique? It is clearly a Taoist technique. Even if the Wufu of the Ending Realm has reached the first level of the gods, no matter how hard his fist is, it can still beat the effort of the ancestor who moved the mountain." Stick? After all, if you want to break through the formation, you can only do it with one hand and a flying sword. At present, it seems that the problem is not big. Back then, Zhu Yan smashed the city with twelve sticks, and the next ten sticks were still the same. Need to hit the same place with a stick, this guy in front of me is probably beyond his powers, and he came here to make a mistake, just to make his name known to the world, and he doesn't expect to destroy the city at all."

Xuanpu's face paled, but he changed his mind, "Quickly fly the sword to trust Yueshan and Yiluohe, and tell them that there is a powerful enemy coming to Xianzan City, whose strength is equivalent to a throne."

It turned out that the unrelenting Taoist's method was extremely arrogant and unreasonable. It seemed that Taoism could be superimposed continuously, and one punch was actually heavier than one punch!

The old Feishengjing thought for a while, and added: "The old throne."

The two alchemy boys on the top floor turned into two messenger flying swords, and left Xianzan City in an instant, thousands of miles away, faster than the natal flying sword of a great sword fairy.

Because they are not only true spirits refined by flying swords, but also use a superior talisman method, which is a large talisman that has a long history with Baiyujing Lingbao City. Tour Liuhe.

As for how Xianzancheng learned this big talisman from Bai Yujing, of course it was bought with money.

Xuanpu said: "Yinlu, you should immediately take charge of the abbot's attack formations, try to delay the time, and it is best to interrupt the opponent's continuous punching."

When the immortal Yinlu Yufeng was leaving, he heard the always gentle and refined master curse angrily in an unprecedented tone, "A monk on the top of the mountain wants to learn how to punch like a reckless man, you bastard, you have a thick skin! "

Xuanpu's face became more and more ugly, cloudy and sunny, it turned out that the flying swords transformed by the two alchemy boys shattered thousands of miles away without warning, and the two broken talismans fell like The two little Daoist boys from Baiyujing suddenly had to obey the decree obediently as if they were ordered by their patriarch. They flew all the way back to Xianzan City, and bumped into the big sleeve of the Taoist Dharma.

Immortal Yinlu, who is the deputy city lord, can't care about these trivial matters anymore, and said with a grinning smile: "Open the door to welcome guests!"

Thousands of long swords formed an array, and from a mansion with a strong sword in Xianzan City, they smashed into the head of the Taoist Dharma.

In addition, there is a long river of talismans, which rise up in clusters at the foot of the mountain, like the longest fairy rope in the world, trying to wrap around the arm of the Taoist.

Yinlu snorted coldly, and sent a message from the heart to the fairy mansions all over the city, telling all the hermits who came here to practice the Tao, don't be stupid to watch the fun, "Everyone, don't stand idly by, Xianzan City is really going to be destroyed by this one!" Evil Liao breaks the restriction, I believe no one will get the slightest favor."

It's just that the two long rivers of sword array and talisman, coupled with the actions of many Qi practitioners in Xianzan City, no matter whether it is magical powers or attacking treasures, without exception, all of them are in vain.

It seems that the Taoist figure does not exist in this world at all.

But the Taoist can punch non-stop, and land firmly on the Xianzan City.

The long river of swords swept past the head of Taoist Faxiang.The long rope of the talisman seemed to be a loose knot in the void.

Xianzan City can only retreat to the next best thing, focusing on the defense of the array, large and small mansions, as well as the memorial arches, plaques, and couplets on the main road, everywhere the precious light flows, shining brightly, illuminating the land of thousands of miles around .

Especially the list of signed letters are all beautiful words that imply moral meaning, and their merits are eternal.The grand pass of the world.indestructible.As high as the sky.Feng Shui is the most prosperous.unique……

All of them can add bricks and tiles to the already strong city of Xianzan, and the price is that the true meaning of Taoism contained in these list books will gradually dissipate, as if to join a city.

The big monks in the city also sacrificed a few talismans, palm-sized talisman papers, which were as big as mountains in an instant, or the aura of the talismans was like a river pouring down, covering the city together, as if wearing pieces of dharma for the fairy hairpin city. robe.

It is obviously daytime, but there are bright moonlight shining on the white jade railing, carved railings and jade, the moonlight is like water, and the pine shadows are full of steps, like dreams and illusions.

Near the waterfall in the city, there is a wooden bridge across the mountain. There is a man helping a deer, followed by a pair of schoolboys and maids carrying boxes.

The old monk who stopped in the bridge first waved his sleeves to disperse the turbulent snow-like waterfalls. The old man looked elegant, looked at the huge Dharma figure that kept punching, and sighed, what a pity, I was just a Traveling and passing by, visiting immortals in Xianzan City, and spending money to buy a few scrolls, why did this kind of disaster happen once in a thousand years? The old man took out an antique picture of a sleeping monkey on the mountain from his sleeve, and the scroll was thrown out. Outside the bridge, an old ape with a height of a thousand feet appeared from the painting, one stepped on the void, leaped high, and faced the fist of the Dharma figure. As a result, the old ape with a golden thread on its back was blocked by the Taoist With one punch, he was smashed into powder in an instant.

On the top of the waterfall, there is a towering archway with the word "Longmen" on the list. There are two world-class masters sitting across the water and playing chess. One of them is painting.

First draw a few birds, charming and lovely, lifelike, flapping their wings and flying high, mist rises above the painting scroll, and a stream of landscape aura follows those birds, drifting in all directions, stabilizing the formation of Xianzan City.

Describing landscapes, charming Tao with shapes.As the birds sing, the clouds are misty, and thousands of mountains and rivers share wind and smoke.

This old monk who served as guest minister, Taoist name Shoumei, claimed that he had no special skills in his life, except for painting plum blossoms.

Another person threw a talisman into the water, and then a gigantic turtle slowly floated out of the water. It was helping Xianzan City stabilize the mountain roots and water transport with its own body weight and natal supernatural powers.

All kinds of wonders and visions in the city were shaken after the punch outside the city.

Even though the aura of Xianzan City is becoming more and more abundant, and there are large formations from different monks, springing up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, layer upon layer of Taoist methods bless Xianzan City, but it still can't stop the punch that is heavier than one punch. Violent turbulence, the vibration of Gaocheng became more and more exaggerated. Some monster monks who were not in the realm were pale, and all of them were horrified. Squeeze it to pieces, and use a little bit of strength, just for Xianzan City to have more strands of aura.

The old man with the Dao name Shoumei sighed: "Such a tall Dharma image, not to mention seeing it, has never been heard of."

The cultivator who cast the talisman attracted the head of Chi Yuan to nod, "It's not just as simple as being tall. This Taoist man is impeccable in golden body and impeccable in morality. On closer inspection, he looks like a seamless Buddhist pagoda."

Savage cultivators, if they recover their true body from the monster race, it will be an alternative "dao manifesting" to a large extent, similar to a kind of avenue migration, which has both advantages and disadvantages. Under the circumstances, even in the face of a life-and-death battle, if you have to fight to the death unless you have to, the monster monks will still not easily recover their real bodies, because they will wear down their Taoism and imperceptibly weaken their own Taoism.

Compared with the real body of the monster race, there are relatively few restrictions on monks offering dharma appearances, but dharma appearances are either hollow or dense, just like a piece of tofu and a stone, of course it is different, and some earth immortal monks specialize in A lot of effort has been put into the matter of the Dharma, and it is deliberately mysterious, which is used to deter and scare away the hostile monks who do not know the truth.

The nameless Taoist who descended from the sky in front of him visited Xianzan City inexplicably, and then smashed the city without saying a word.

This Dharma statue is really too shocking.

Only by saying the same thing, maybe the owner of the lotus nunnery, who occupies a bright moon in the wild, and the old owner of the Yaoluo River, who occupies a lot of water transportation, can barely achieve this step.It's just that the former has died, and the latter is said to have been intercepted by Liu Qi, who had returned to Haoran Tianxia, ​​near Guixu, and was finally detained by the Zhongtu Confucian Temple in the volcano where the Dao overwhelmed him.

The old monk with the Taoist name Shoumei asked doubtfully: "Is that the young hermit? , Chen Ping'an's realm is still the same, but the realm of martial arts has changed from the mountaintop realm to the limit."

The friend on the opposite side was having fun while drawing dragon talismans and throwing them into the water to increase the water transportation of Longmen, while laughing and jokingly said: "If the hidden official is left as a guest, you can ask yourself."

"That Taoist crown, looks like the keepsake of the third head teacher of Bai Yujing, right? Is it a counterfeit? It is rumored that the master of the lotus nunnery has spent countless treasures, but he still failed to accomplish this, every time he failed? The master of the lotus nunnery No way, who in our wild world can do such a feat?"

The monk Huafu glanced at the lotus crown on the Taoist's head, and said helplessly: "It doesn't seem to matter what the truth is. If we can't keep Xianzan City with our joint efforts, everything will be over. There is too much difference in the realm. You can shoot us ants to death."

"But if Xianzan City can withstand this catastrophe and the storm settles, it will be another beautiful story on the mountain that can be passed down for thousands of years."

"Besides, didn't you make a special trip to visit the Great Wall of Sword Qi and paint a landscape painting scroll for the young hermit? Brother Shoumei, you can actually burn incense right now and pray that the person outside the city is Chen Ping'an. Maybe you can still have that glimmer of life based on this.”

"Okay, okay, then I will help you beg and see."

The old monks sitting on both sides of the dragon gate swayed along with Xianzancheng. The two old friends were joking with each other, but they just looked at each other and found that each other was smiling wryly.

"By the way, how many punches did this guy throw back and forth?"

"It's got to be like 25 punches."

"The only hope now is to pray for that Feiran, who is on his way to Xianzan City."

At this moment, from the plaque on the Longmen of the archway building, came a warm and mellow voice with a slight smile, which was the most authentic barbaric and elegant saying, "My brother Feiran is also coming to Xianzan City as a guest?"

A man in green shirt was standing on top with a long sword on his back and sleeves in his hands, lowering his head and smiling at the old monk named Shoumei.

Now that he is in the fourteenth realm, he can do things like the yin god traveling far away and leaving his body.

Therefore, one needs to be diligent in cultivating and ascending.

Before he punched, Chen Pingan had actually sneaked into Xianzan City secretly, traveling all the way, as if entering the land of no one, looking for the centers of the big formation, but he was not in a hurry to do it.

In the lotus dojo above the head of the statue outside the city, Lu Chen squatted on the ground, covered his face with his hands, sighed, and suddenly didn't expect Chen Pingan to travel to Qingming Tianxia.

The two monks suddenly raised their heads at the same time, their faces filled with horror.

A flawless body, an atmosphere of harmony between man and nature.

The old monk with the Taoist name Shoumei stared blankly at the green-clothed man who was not wearing a Taoist crown or robe. Naturally, his face was all too familiar. After all, such a tall Dharma statue is now outside the city.

I saw the man in the green shirt flicking his fingers.

The body, soul and Jindan Yuanying of the old monk from Xianzancheng Keqing who kept drawing talismans and throwing water, exploded on the spot like a soybean.

The man in the blue shirt smiled and said, "I'm asking you something."

The old monk kept his mouth shut and waited for death.

Chen Pingan seemed to have changed his mind, and said with a smile: "You can help pass a message to my brother Feiran, and say that it is a coincidence that Chen Pingan is a guest in Xianzan City this time. It was the return gift from the Huanghua Temple in the early years, and there was another congratulatory gift on the other side of the Wuding River later, it was my celebration of brother Feiran's ascension to the co-lord of the wild world."

The old monk was speechless and murmured: "Are you really the hidden official Chen Pingan?!"

It's a pity that the opponent's figure disappeared in a flash.

The city lord Xuanpu, even a great cultivator in the Ascension Realm, has no desire to do it himself. It's not that he doesn't want to defeat the enemy himself, but he doesn't dare to leave the city to die.

Xuan Pu is really not good at catching and fighting.

After the guy outside the city gave out twenty punches, Xuanpu's face was ashen. According to this posture, without ten punches, the city would really be broken. Hanging portrait, in the middle is a portrait of a woman, young and beautiful, with a white jade hairpin on her head, and the other two are the second and third city lords of Xianzan City. Under each hanging portrait, there are different There is an incense burner on all the altars, except for the woman who founded the mountain, and there are two oil lamps on the altars.

After offering incense one by one, Xuanpu took out two porcelain bottles from his sleeve and began to add sesame oil. The two bottles of sesame oil had that unusual golden color.

After offering incense and adding oil, Xuanpu said in a deep voice, "Xuanpu, the fourth-generation city lord, begs the master and the patriarch to protect us."

One of the portraits depicts an old man with hair like a halberd, ripples appearing on the surface of the hanging portrait, and a sneer oozes out, he opens his mouth and asks Xuanpu, "How about Zhu Yan?"

Xuanpu's face was gloomy, he bowed his head, and replied respectfully: "Returning to Master, there is nothing worse than anything."

The other hanging portrait is of a higher seniority. It is a nun with the appearance of an old woman. In the portrait, she holds a whisk in her hand. She said hoarsely, "Could it be some old throne who came out of customs by fate?"

Xuanpu replied tremblingly: "Reporting to the patriarch, the apprentice and grandson don't know the other party's roots for the time being, and only dare to guess that the other party seems to be not a wild monk."

There are at most three opportunities for Xianzan City to cheer for these two patriarchs. Before Zhu Yan came to the door, each of them had used up once. In addition to this time today, it means that if there is another surrender, the two will carefully plan their retreat. , the patriarch who has been practicing hard in the secret realm of Yin and Ming, I am afraid that there will be no chance of returning to the yang world, so it is not Xuanpu who feels sorry for the two bottles of priceless golden sesame oil, but the two ancestors of Xianzan City. If there is a third time for my life on the Great Dao, if Xuanpu is still the city lord who pays homage to the incense, even if the two patriarchs can protect the Xianzan City in the next catastrophe, Xuanpu will definitely not be able to protect his own life anyway up.

The old man stepped out of the hanging portrait and said with a big laugh, "Then I'll go meet this mortal guy for a while."

Within three sticks of incense, he can stay in the yang world without worrying about being found by those extremely difficult Yinming officials.

It’s just that Master Xuanpu just landed in the Patriarch’s Hall, and there was an outsider with a sword in a green shirt and a long gown, leaning on the door with his shoulders on his shoulders, his hands wrapped around his sleeves, and a bright smile on his face. Two big fish slipped through the net, Xianzan City's hospitality is really flattering, and I will definitely come here often in the future."

The old woman immediately told the other two in her heart, "Quick battle, let's work together to kill this Yin God!"

The heaven and the earth are separated by the Great Formation of Xianzan City, even if it is a great demon of the throne at the peak of the Ascension Realm, standing here with the posture of the Yin God coming out of his body, he needs to face three Ascension Realm monks at the same time.

Even if the other party is an unknown fourteenth-level monk... Xianzan City has a slight chance of winning!The premise is that this yin god is not allowed to merge with the real body and dharma of the Taoist outside the city.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Pingan had already made a move quietly, knocking over the incense burners and oil lamps on the two altars, especially the golden sesame oil in the oil lamps, which were swept straight into the picture scroll, and said with a smile: "Okay!" Get back."

The old woman screamed, and quickly returned to the scroll, with her sleeves rolled up, and the wind billowing, she still couldn't drive back the long golden thread. Once the golden sesame oil from the yang world appeared, even if there was a drop of it in the place of cultivating Taoism, it would be a big blow. The scene of the sun rising into the sky, what is there to hide, she had no choice but to make up her mind and throw out the whisk to prevent a drop of golden sesame oil from entering the scroll. The scrolls were closed in an instant, and it seemed as if a withered hand stretched out from a vortex, quickly grabbed the scroll, and was finally taken to Yinming by her, even the last chance of Xianzan City to invite the gods to descend to the real world was given up. up.

And the old man was a little slow in his movements, obviously not as experienced as the master, although he blocked the golden thread, the picture scroll was grabbed by the blue-clothed man.

Xuanpu was stunned, at a loss.

Chen Pingan looked at the old city lord of Xianzan City, "Either within three sticks of incense, fight with me to the death, and when your figure dissipates, I will ask Xuanpu to offer incense and add oil, and we will continue to talk about the old days. Or You do it yourself and kill this disciple who almost deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors. Once Xuanpu dies, no one in Xianzan City will know the method of descending the truth. Then of course the scroll in my hand will become worthless waste paper."

Chen Pingan raised the scroll in his hand and shook it slightly, "How do you say it?"

The old man waved his hand.

Xuanpu was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were splitting, "Master, don't fall into this guy's trick of alienation, there is still a chance of winning with the cooperation of master and apprentice..."

However, the old patriarch of Xianzan City didn't even bother to talk nonsense with Xuan Pu, a waste disciple who failed to accomplish anything but revealed his troubles. The green-clothed guest at the gate asked, "Who the hell are you?"

The blue-clothed swordsman stopped in his tracks, and when he turned his head to look, he was smiling.

There is also a pair of pure golden eyes.

The old patriarch in the patriarch hall kept silent, stopped asking any more questions immediately, and just killed Xuan Pu quickly to solve this damn trouble.

The two masters and apprentices in the house are from the same line, and they know everything about it.Relatively speaking, Xuanpu still suffers too much, after all, the master has practiced the way of ghosts there for thousands of years.

In less than a stick of incense, a ancestral hall was soon demolished by the two masters and apprentices.

Xuan Pu, a great monk in the Ascension Realm, the current city lord of Xianzan City, just died in the hands of his master.

Chen Pingan had nothing to do, and after confirming that Xuan Pu was dead and gone, he threw away the hanging portrait in his hand and went to the alchemy place on the top of the mountain.

With the last glance, Chen Pingan was actually not looking at the master and student who turned against each other, but the founder of Xianzan City who hung on the portrait of the other hairpin. The portrait of a woman seemed to have opened the eyes of the sky. Looking at the back of the blue shirt, she sighed faintly There was a sound, as if meeting an old friend, and it seemed that the identity of the other party was not sure, and then a picture scroll burned by itself.

Lu Chen squatted in the dojo, rubbing his chin. If the young mountain master of Luopo Mountain was picking Zhengyang Mountain with his sword, he was practicing for the upcoming sword attack on Tuoyue Mountain.

So today, taking no haste to shake Xianzan City, how does it seem to be warming up for the future attack on Bai Yujing?Wouldn't Nanhua City be affected by Chiyu?

So Lu Chen didn't expect Chen Pingan to enter the [-]th realm as soon as possible.

And outside the city.

Chen Ping'an destroyed the first city in the wild world by beating the drum with the god-man style learned from Cui Cheng, a martial artist of Haoran.

The same fist move, fist and fist, seems to be superimposed endlessly.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with Xianzan City as the center felt the shock of countless thunderbolts exploding simultaneously under the earth and at the heights of the world.

One punch completely pierced through the mountain and water restriction of Xianzan City, and the fist of the Taoist figure finally touched Gao Cheng's real body.

With another punch, most of the Taoist Dharma Xiang's arms fell into the fairy hairpin city like chiseling a mountain.

The third punch directly pierced through the entire Xianzan City, with his entire arm stretched across the city, and then swept back and forth with one arm, the highest city in the world was smashed into two pieces.

The upper half of the tilted and collapsed high city was held down by the Taoist Faxiang with one hand, pushed it out hard, and fell to the ground hundreds of miles away, and the dust raised up covered the sky and the sun.

As for the remaining half of the high city, Taoist Fa Xiang interlaced his hands and fingers, closed his fist, raised it high, and smashed it down quickly, hitting half of the city continuously deep into the ground.