Green Lotus View.
Clear lights descended from the sky. Green lotuses stretched out in the light, and spiritual light overflowed, penetrating the void.
Countless long and short, large and small rectangular talisman shadows were looming in the spiritual light, like the naturally generated Dao patterns of heaven and earth, protecting the entire Qinglian Temple.
There were hundreds of thousands of Taoists wearing water and fire robes, holding long swords, forming a formation and frantically attacking the mountain-protecting formation of Qinglian Temple.
These Taoists are all disciples of the Qinglian Temple of Water and Fire. They practice the art of water, fire and thunder. Yin and Yang interact with each other, and water and fire stimulate each other to generate thunder. It is unpredictable and powerful.
In particular, the natal flying sword, which is tempered by Yuan Lei condensed from the innate water and fire energy, can fly without any trace, making a sound like thunder, and can travel thousands of miles in an instant. It is the supreme means of subduing demons and killing enemies.
Hundreds of thousands of Taoists from the Water and Fire Palace join forces to dare to go on a rampage against even the four major enemy nations of monsters, demons, ghosts, and monsters in their heyday.
This water, fire, and thunder formation, which was being driven by the Taoists of the Water and Fire Palace, even once defeated a ghost statue outside the protective circle of the Suihuo Legend Formation for several days and nights, and finally retreated completely.
From this, we can see how powerful this formation is.
But at this moment, hundreds of thousands of water and fire Taoist swords turned into thunder and crazily hit the mountain-protecting formation of Qinglian Temple. They saw the Taoist swords exploded into pieces in the air. The mountain-protecting formation did not move at all, even the people in the clear light. Not a single lotus flower could be chopped off.
A group of core senior officials of Qinglian Temple stood on the roof of a main hall, looking at the hundreds of thousands of exhausted Taoists from the Water and Fire Temple with ugly expressions.
"Thunder Palace, take over!" A discipline elder from Qinglian Temple shouted angrily.
Hundreds of thousands of Taoists from the Water and Fire Palace fell from the sky panting, and a cloud rose into the sky in the distance. The same hundreds of thousands of Taoists wearing purple and silver thunder robes held long swords with flashing electric lights and pointed towards the mountain guarding formation above their heads. A fierce attack.
For several months, Qinglian Temple encountered the same trouble as Honglian Temple.
One hundred thousand ancestors from the back mountain were missing, and the mountain-protecting formation was like a madman, trapping all the Qinglian Temple Taoists at the mountain gate and unable to enter.
The abbot and elders of Qinglian Temple made a prompt decision and asked the disciples to form a formation and attack the mountain guarding formation frantically, trying to break through the barrier and find the truth behind the scenes.
But this formation is so solid that it makes people despair. Every line, every restriction, and every ambush in the formation are all so familiar and clear, but they just use this natural mountain-protecting formation. There is nothing we can do.
"Who is this? Are you kidding us at Qinglian Temple?" A Dharma transmission elder muttered to himself with a gloomy face.
"This is not a joke, but it seems a bit like they want to kill us all." A guardian elder said with a cold expression, "If you close the door and beat the dog, no one can escape... It's such a big deal, I just don't know." What are they waiting for?"
Outside the gate of Qinglian Temple, under the archway, the drunken Buddha and Taoist priests of the generation of Qinglianguan are leaning lazily on the pillars of the archway, with two long legs spread out lazily, holding a wine gourd in his left hand, and drinking it happily. Filled with wine.
Occasionally, he would look up at the mountain-protecting formation above his head.
Occasionally, he would glance at the group of fellow disciples in the distant hall.
It's just that his eyes were calm, without any ripples, as if all the changes in the outside world could not shock his mind.
The strong smell of alcohol spreads, and if the disciples of Qinglian Temple who are traveling far and near pass by nearby, they will respectfully bow to the Drunken Buddha Taoist, and then act as if he does not exist, and go and do whatever they need to do, no one else. What kind of advice and advice would I ask this ridiculously senior ancestor...
In fact, all the old Taoists and young Taoists in Qinglian Temple know that this Drunken Buddha Taoist doesn't care about anything.
Mountain Guard, Mountain Guard, he is a sharp sword guarding the mountain gate of Qinglian Temple. If you don’t provoke him, no one or animal will be harmed; if you provoke him, think about the faceless Buddha before, who was struck by three or two swords by this Mountain Guard. He was struck so dizzy that he was suddenly attacked and lost his golden body.
Someone once commented privately that the mountain guardian of Qinglian Temple, Drunken Buddha Taoist, was ranked first in the Three Gods Sect in cultivation!
The so-called number one of the Three Gods Sect naturally includes those self-sealed old immortals.
Counting the hundreds of thousands of self-enclosed antiques and the many amazing geniuses from the Three Gods Sect, Drunk Buddha Taoist's cultivation is ranked first!
After blinking his eyes, Drunk Buddha Taoist secretly raised the little finger of his right hand.
A 'chi' sound.
An extremely bright cyan sword light, tens of thousands times brighter than lightning, was only as thick as a leek and one foot long, piercing the sky with a sharp and subtle sound of breaking through the air.
The sword flashed and hit the mountain-protecting formation of Qinglian Temple heavily.
There were faint ripples in the mountain-protecting formation, and then the sword energy dissipated.
The Drunken Buddha Taoist was stunned, then sighed and shook his head. Hundreds of thousands of Taoist formations from the Water and Fire Palace and the Thunder Palace were unable to shake the formation at all. They were actually slightly shaken by his casual sword light, which shows how powerful this sword light was.
"However, those who have changed the Qinglian Temple Formation are even more terrifying." The Drunken Buddha Taoist muttered to himself: "The God King... that is, the supreme power takes action."
Narrowing his eyes, Drunk Buddha Taoist grinned: "But what do you care about me?"
"You are all leeks... just waiting for the sickle to cut you."
"They are preparing to cut leeks. None of you can escape."
The drunk Buddhist Taoist exhaled the strong smell of alcohol, and a strange and complicated expression flashed across his always indifferent face.
Hatred, entanglement, fear, longing...
Several innocent and cute little Taoist boys with buns on their heads carefully ran out of the gate of Qinglian Temple. Panting, they carried several large wine gourds and ran to the Drunken Buddha Taoist. They put the wine gourds on their shoulders. around him.
"Ancestor, what happened to our mountain-protecting formation?" A red-faced Taoist boy asked Drunken Buddha carefully.
"I heard from the other little ancestors that we are trapped by a powerful enemy?" A young Taoist boy with a pinkish face asked the Drunk Buddha Taoist in a low voice.
The drunken Buddha and the Taoist were silent.
Another pretty female Taoist boy with a cute appearance like Yuxue waved her little fist vigorously: "But our Qinglian Temple is so strong, we are not afraid of any enemy, right? Ancestor?"
The Drunken Buddha Taoist glanced at the little girl, slapped her on the butt lightly, and shouted softly: "You have eaten a few bowls of white rice, what do you know? A frog in a well, doesn't know how thick the sky is, but how powerful the Green Lotus Temple is? snort!"
"Go, go, go, don't delay the Taoist Taoist drinking..." The Drunk Buddha Taoist seemed to be chasing chickens away and drove away the few Taoist boys.
Looking at the backs of several Taoist boys running wildly, Drunken Buddha smiled slightly, and then his smile suddenly froze.
Is Qinglian Temple very strong
fart!
If it weren't for the Sui Dynasty's Suihuo Legend Formation, three or five demons and monsters would have been able to massacre the Qinglian Temple.
If you put it in... put it in...
The Drunken Buddha Taoist's face twitched violently. He gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky. His realization seemed to have penetrated the thick atmosphere of the Mu continent, all the way to the extremely high sky, and penetrated the entire envelope. The boundless void of the Mu Continent has penetrated the 'primordial membrane of God' outside the pitch-black boundless void, and penetrated the boundless Hongmeng world outside...
He seemed to see the vast expanse, like countless soap bubbles embedded together...
Divine world!
"My home..." The drunk Taoist choked on a mouthful of old wine and coughed violently several times until tears came out of his eyes.
"long time… "
The Drunken Buddha Taoist murmured to himself: "Scared, the punishment of hundreds of reincarnations, hehe, hehe!"
The mountain-protecting formation of Qinglian Temple, which was attacked by hundreds of thousands of Taoists from the Thunder Hall, remained motionless. It was about a hundred feet away from the Drunk Buddha Taoist. The formation quietly opened a gap. He was wearing a black armor and his whole body was covered with blood. Pei Feng, who was wrapped in a faint layer of black magic flame, pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist with his right hand and walked in lightly.
Behind Pei Feng, a blood-colored robe was as fiery as burning plasma. The fierce light in his eyes was strong as he looked around, and his gaze was as solid as substance. He could turn into billions of swords at any time to annihilate all sentient beings. The bloody hell also floated away silently. Come in.
The Drunk Buddha Taoist woke up suddenly. He swayed, dropped the wine gourd in his hand, and appeared out of thin air in front of Pei Feng and Xue Yu.
Three green-blue flying swords that were more than a foot long were suspended in front of Drunken Buddha. The sword light was hesitant, and the sword intent turned into sharp lines visible to the naked eye, which quickly spread to the surroundings.
In an instant, the surrounding area of a hundred feet was covered with wisps of substantial sword patterns.
The sword pattern is like crystal glass, turning into a sharp crystal glass cover that completely surrounds the hundred-foot void.
The body of Drunken Buddha Taoist was also filled with immeasurable sword intent. His body became translucent. Only sword lights could be seen flowing back and forth in his body. Countless sword lights were intertwined and condensed between his chest and abdomen. A sword seal the size of a human head, somewhere between reality and reality.
The Faceless Buddha in Honglian Temple suddenly became enlightened after realizing great enlightenment and killing the Black Wind King. His state of mind rose rapidly, and he condensed a semi-finished Buddha seal that was half virtual and half real.
As for scenes like the Drunken Buddha and Taoist, he should have condensed this sword seal many years ago.
But just like the Faceless Buddha, part of Drunken Buddha's energy and spirit is hindered by the laws of this world and cannot be completely integrated into one. Therefore, this sword seal is only half virtual and half real, and cannot be completely integrated. Condensation.
"Empress Pei Feng... King of Blood Hell!" Drunk Buddha Taoist's eyes were spitting out sword light that was several feet long, and his voice became extremely sharp and cold: "You two came uninvited... This mountain protection formation belongs to King Wu. Handwriting?"
Pei Feng clapped softly, looked at Drunk Buddha Taoist and chuckled: "Sure enough, he is smart. Yes, this mountain-protecting formation is our Wu Tie's method."
Behind Pei Feng, Xue Yu whistled softly.
The Drunken Buddha Taoist's body was wrinkled and full of holes, and his Taoist robes were floating gently with traces of alcohol everywhere. He looked at Pei Feng and said solemnly: "Are you going to destroy my Qinglian lineage?"
Pei Feng smiled and looked at Drunken Buddha: "I don't care what Wu Tie thinks... My mission is for you."
Drunk Buddha Taoist was silent for a while: "Old Taoist, he is just an old drunkard who has no interest in worldly affairs. Empress Pei Feng has a noble status, and I am an old Taoist..."
"Humble, so humble... Hee hee!"
The cunning laughter was like a slippery slug, burrowing into the ears of the drunken Buddhist Taoist.
The Drunk Buddha Taoist's body twitched, and he frowned and said, "Who is it?"
Miwu smiled, wearing a crimson official uniform of the former chief eunuch of the Sui Palace, and walked in with a flattering look on his face. He first bowed deeply to Pei Feng in a flattering manner, and then carefully bowed to Blood Prison, who was full of murderous intent.
He straightened up, his flattering smile disappeared, and a majestic and sacred look suddenly appeared on his face.
"Xunming... do you still remember this name?"
An extremely noble bloodline pressure spread faintly on Miwu's body.
The drunken Buddha Taoist's condensed sword intent was shaken and almost shattered out of thin air. He looked at Mist in horror, staggered back a few steps, and subconsciously bent his waist to bow to Mist.
But soon, as soon as his waist bent less than ten degrees, Drunken Buddha straightened his waist bit by bit and extremely slowly.
The loose sword intent condensed, the sword light in his eyes became more and more fierce, and the aura in his body was like an iceberg that has been around for thousands of years. The Drunken Buddha Taoist stared at the mist and said word by word: "Conspiracy God Clan... Bloodline of the God King."
Miwu growled in an annoyed voice: "The Wisdom God Clan! Damn it!"
The Drunk Buddha Taoist stared at the mist: "The bloodline of the God King is only the cultivation level of a mid-level god general. Haha, with the strength of the old Taoist who is half a step into the God King realm, he can kill him with one sword... Kneel down, otherwise..."
Miwu's legs suddenly softened, and she almost fell to her knees.
It is true that he is not good at confronting people head-on. The sharp sword intent of the Drunken Buddha has penetrated his body. Facing the determined Drunk Buddha, Miwu has no confidence at all.
Drunk Buddha Taoist can really kill him with one sword.
Moreover, the information that Mi Wu finally found out told him that this Drunken Buddha Taoist was really not afraid of killing him with a sword.
Therefore, Miwu quickly shrank behind Pei Feng and said cautiously: "Your Majesty Pei Feng, this is Yuan Ming, a high-level god general of the Ice Spirit God Clan, who believes in the glacier goddess of the Ice Spirit God Clan's glacier god system..."
After coughing dryly, Miwu said softly: "Long before the large-scale reincarnation erosion plan, about 300,000 years ago, Xuoming rejected the courtship of a descendant of a high-ranking god king and wounded his with a sword... No. The crux of the matter... The descendant of the God King punished her... for hundreds of reincarnations, and all of them were men."
His body trembled, and Miwu murmured: "The soul, memory, and emotions are all that of a woman, but the body is that of a man... Tsk, what a terrifying experience!"
Shaking her head, Miwu said softly: "What's especially important is that Xunming's lover, her true lover, was completely annihilated by the descendant of the God King... He wants to punish her. As a man, he will miss his lover forever, but he can only Steeped in endless despair and regret.”
The three flying swords suspended in front of Drunken Buddha vibrated violently, constantly making extremely high-pitched and sharp sword sounds.
His face turned as dark as ink, and he roared at the mist at the top of his lungs: "Speak your god's name, no matter who you are from the Conspiracy God Clan, I will definitely kill you!"
Pei Feng shook his head: "Drunk Buddha, no, Yuan Ming, do you want to regain your female body? Do you want... revenge?"